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A taste of writing.

Two blog posts in one night, what is this life!

I talk a lot about writing and my writing, but except for my posts, I haven’t shown any yet.

I felt like this needed to be changed.

So here is a short story of mine. Like always, feedback of any kind is appreciated. =)

The Angel and The Robot.

Every day they wound up the large knob on his back. It had just enough energy for the robot to run about fifteen hours. Then as the day ended, the robot would slowly wind down, until he stopped moving. From there, they would let him rest, until the next day. And the process would start over yet again.
This robot was defective; the makers had forgotten to give him a heart. In a world where robots now walked the streets next to humans, they considered scrapping him for parts and moving on. But so much work had been put in, designing and putting his parts together. There was no reason why they couldn’t at least get their money’s worth from this flawed machine.
What no one knew, was at night after he had wound down, was the robot didn’t sleep like the rest of his kind did. He secretly kept an eye on the moon as it danced its slow ballad across the sky.
It was a little thing, but he thought the moon was beautiful. So every night he watched until the sky grew violet and the time came for him to be wound up again.
This is how he learned there was an angel who lived behind the moon and she sometimes played games with him.
It started one night, as he watched; the robot saw a shadow of a person move quickly across the gleaming white orb. Fascinated, he stared for hours, wondering what he had just saw.
The next night, it happened again. And again. Until he saw her pale brown hair and her long tawny wings which stretched across the sky. He watched her every night, as she soared across the sky. Until the day came she noticed him, sitting alone.
Quickly she flew down toward and landed in front of him. “Why are you watching me?” She said fiercely.
The robot didn’t look directly toward her, his gaze flicked over her shoulder and then down to the ground. “I don’t know.” He finally said.
She tilted her head to the left as her clear eyes danced over him. “Were you watching me cuz you think you’re in love with me?” She demanded, knowing how this went. Everywhere she went, she was told how much they loved her and couldn’t live without her. As if they even knew the heart of an angel.
But his answer surprised her. “No.” He replied quietly.
“No?” The angel had never heard this before. She raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was lying to her.
“I can’t love… I’m flawed, without a heart.”
The angel blinked, looked him up and down. “Really?”
“Really.” The robot answered softly. “I’m unable to feel anything. Or love.”
The angel frowned, trying to imagine a life where one was unable to love. But her mind only came up blank. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t image a life without love.
“Have you ever tried?”
There was a moment of silence.
“Yes.” The robot finally said. His voice was still flat and monotone as ever, but the angel somehow felt like there was annoyance underneath it. “I’ve been trying for so long, to be like them. But everyday they tell me I can’t and won’t be one of them. I will never love, or even learn to love.”
The angel slowly took a step back, tasting the truth of his words on her lips. “I see.” She finally said.
“Don’t be hurt.” The robot answered truthfully. “I am machine and steel. As much as I can’t love, I can’t feel anything. Except maybe awe, because you are lovely.”
“You mean beautiful.” She answered.
“Lovely.” He insisted.
A smile slowly broke across her face, as quick as lightning. “Thank you.” She then glanced up, spying the east side of the sky starting to grow light as the sun approached. “But I have to go now, the sunlight is returning.”
He frowned. “You can’t be out in the sunlight?”
It seemed quite odd to the robot, but he didn’t comment on it. “Okay then.”
“Good bye.” Flaring her wings, the angel shot into the sky and was gone just as the first rays of light touched the ground.
The next night, when resting, the robot did not see the angel. Even though he watched the skies diligently, there was no sign of the pretty girl who come down to see him. Others might of found this sad, but to the robot it seemed normal.
After all, once someone leaves you, you come to expect it over and over. That way, you can’t be hurt again.
Every day for the robot was the same. So he was surprised when a few days later loud screaming broke out behind the building he normally worked in. He should of continued working, but something pushed him to follow the others running toward the sound.
When he got to the source, it was interesting, to say the least.
A dirty and ugly creature lay in the dirt, clutching an object to her chest. Several people stood over her, trying to scare her off.
Slowly the girl raised her head and broke into a smile when she saw the robot in front of her. “Here” She cried, thrusting the object she carried toward him. “This is for you.”
At first the robot did not understand, didn’t know what was going on. Until it finally clicked, the girl was the angel he saw at night. “Angel…?” He asked.
Her eyes couldn’t even look at him, as they filled with shame. “Yes…” She said softly.
The robot stared at her, unable to believe it. She looked so different from the beautiful creature he had seen so many times.
Carefully he took the object from her. It was oddly shaped and pulsed every few seconds. Turning it over and over in his hands, it didn’t make sense to him. “What is it?”
She smiled, her white teeth shining brightly against the dirt from her face. “A heart, I brought you a heart.”
This made the robot stop and he stared down at it very hard. “Really?”
The angel stood up, putting her hand on his metal arm. “Really.”
It was the first time the robot ever smiled.
Then he took another hard look at the angel. “What happened to you?”
Her smile faded away. “I look like this during the day, that’s why I left suddenly a few nights ago. So I sleep during the day and am awake at night. But for me to get you a heart, I had to get it during the day.”
“You did that for me?”
“Of course.” She answered. “Everyone deserves love.”
The robot knew it wasn’t possible at that exact moment, since his heart hadn’t been installed yet. But when she said that, he swore he felt something inside his chest.
The next day the heart was installed inside his chest. It was terrifying, to say the least. A whirlwind of emotions and feeling he didn’t understand. All around him, everyone praised the robot for what he now had. You can love now, they told him. You’re one of us now.”
The robot never told anyone, but even though he had a heart now, he wasn’t sure if he could really love. Even toward the beautiful angel, who came to visit him every night.
He never told a soul, even though he now looked like them and could act like them, he wasn’t one of them at all. He might have just been faking it all along.



Hi, I'm Ames! Welcome to my blog. About me Female Favorite foods: Apples, fried chicken and grilled cheese sandwiches. Hobbies: Traveling, reading, learning languages, writing and cooking. Favorite TV show: Big Bang theory. Hopes for this blog: People I don't personally know read my blog.

4 thoughts on “A taste of writing.

  1. Hello Ames,
    Popped over because you followed my blog and also left some really encouraging comments, for which I thank you again.
    I love the theme you have used and the reason for your blog’s existence. All my very best wishes for your writing endeavours. I know what it is like to cherish writing dreams and not do anything about it. You may remember me saying something similar on my blog site:
    As for your story about this robot, I love it and think you are a really great story-teller. I particularly liked your description of the moon “…danced its slow ballad across the sky”. Wonderful!
    Keep writing. I will be back for more 🙂

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  2. I love this piece! it’s just amazing.

    The Angel showed how much she cares by going out of her way (and her comfort zone) to actually do something for the robot. She did it at great personal cost. Lots of folks talk a good game, but when it comes down to it, they really don’t support others. Some only do things for others because they expect something in return. The Angel did it selflessly.

    The Robot, even after he got a heart, like many had trouble expressing his feelings. But he will always know the Angel cares for him.

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    1. Thank you! Ah, you’re making me blush.

      Yes, I was thinking of what it’s like to be unfeeling and then suddenly have all these emotions and not able to truly understand them.
      I also did like the Angel’s selflessness.
      Thanks for your comment and have a wonderful day


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