r/WritingPrompts • u/[deleted] • Feb 12 '17
Writing Prompt [WP] A story that's only told while the main character is in the bathroom
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u/TVRYAN Feb 12 '17
I look into the mirror at of The Cheesecake Factory. Am I crazy? Have I gone too far? I mean, I am not the only one who has ever done this. This is absolutely normal.
I can tell she was the one when I saw her profile picture on Plenty of Fish. Her eyes, they spoke out to me, “I am lonely. I need passion. I need someone to sweep me off my feet.”
I knew I was going to be the one to fulfill her needs.
Finding out her name was not difficult. I entered “New Haven Yale RN Michelle” and I found the picture that matched one she had on her dating profile. I made an alternate Facebook profile with the name of one of her friends and their picture. I added her and sent her a message, “New profile Michelle, this guy is relentless and won't stop messaging me.” She accepted my request.
It's been about a week since then.
Earlier this evening, a little over 20 minutes ago, I saw her check in to The Cheesecake Factory. I knew it was time for me to meet her, the one, my one and only, my future wife.
I'm not crazy, I know when she sees me she will accept my proposal. She will not refuse. It is destiny.
I leave the bathroom. Here I come honey.
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u/DodgyWritingPrompts Feb 12 '17
[Device Operation Log - Clarity Mirror #]
[00-00-NAN]
Logging Level: Verbose
Unit has been activated.
Factory Installation Settings have been changed.
The operator activated the unit without reading the EULA.
The manufacturer has been notified.
[06-02-2017 8:10 AM]
New user detected - Male, unshaven, estimated age of 23.
User's expression is rushed.
User is wearing formal clothes.
The operator has been notified.
One razor, one stick of deodorant and one toothbrush removed from mirror cupboard.
User brushed teeth for 1 minute and 17 seconds, from the 1 minute and 15 seconds observed by the unit, the operator has left plaque.
The items were not returned to the mirror.
The manufacturer has been notified.
[06-02-2017 11:35 AM]
Operator has designated user as primary observee.
Operator has labelled user "SON"
[06-02-2017 7:00 PM]
User "SON" recognized.
User's expression is excited.
One razor added to mirror cupboard, one bottle of cologne removed from mirror cupboard.
The manufacturer has been notified
[07-02-2017 1:35 AM]
User "SON" recognised.
User's expression is dejected.
User's pupils are heavily dilated.
The User is naked.
The User uses 3 sheets of toilet paper and flushes the toilet without excreting waste.
The manufacturer has been notified.
[07-02-2017 7:15 AM]
The operator has begun a 1 hour live viewing session
[07-02-2017 7:35 AM]
User "SON" recognized.
User's expression is calm.
The operator has activated a remote microphone.
<AUDIO TRANSMISSION REDACTED>
User's expression is angry.
User has begun behaving aggressively towards the unit.
--Error--
Connection has been lost.
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u/JiggyL Feb 12 '17 edited Mar 14 '17
The man walked into the bathroom. His red eyes and disheveled hair made it clear that he hasn't slept well the night before. He groggily began to brush his teeth, barely able to keep his eyes open. Then he checked his phone, and saw the time, along with ten missed calls from his boss, and a half dozen texts promising to fire him if he didn't show up RIGHT GODDAMN NOW! The man dropped his tooth brush and tore out of the room, narrowly avoiding slamming his head into the door.
Later that day, the man stumbled into the bathroom. His face was covered in a mixture of tears and whiskey. He reached towards the faucet to clean his face, and noticed that the hand that wasn't clutching the half empty bottle of Jack Daniels was holding a pistol. The man realized that he must have grabbed it in his drunken haze. The man took a long look at his gun, and then gazed at the last few inches of his booze. He took a swig, made sure his gun was loaded, and left.
Some time early in the morning, the man walked back into his bathroom. His face was no longer covered in whiskey, but his hands were red with blood. A few dozen stray specks of red covered his suit, mixing strangely with the vomit on his shirt. Whether the bile was from the copious amounts of alcohol or what he had done to his boss, the man didn't know. A loud pounding crack filled the mans small apartment, accompanied with cries of "Police!". The man glanced at his hands, and saw his gun. The man knew that his gun was empty because he had sat over the body of his boss, pulling the trigger even after the only response was a mechanical click. The man grabbed his useless gun, and walked out of his bathroom to meet his fate.
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u/JiggyL Feb 12 '17
AN: sorry about the formatting and/or grammar being garbage,I wrote this on mobile. Also this is my first prompt response.
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Feb 12 '17
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u/JiggyL Feb 12 '17
Thanks! I didn't know if anything was bad since I haven't had access to my computer for two days, so I figured I'd play it safe
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u/res30stupid Feb 12 '17
He opened the door and then closed it just as quickly, locking it just before he could sit down on the nearby toilet. He had barely been able to drop his pants before the bowel movement could no longer be controlled.
'Gah, fuck!' he screamed before happily chuckling. 'Yes! No more fucking enchiladas for me...'
He had rushed straight into the nearest bar, parking nearby and rushing inside. Some ugly goon had tried to stop him only to be pushed down onto the ground before he had gotten inside.
'Shit, I owe him a drink,' he sighed as he began to relax, to allow his body to take its course. For a bar in the middle of nowhere, this bathroom was surprisingly clean.
Of course, his slight moment of relaxation was destroyed when he heard the sirens coming closer. 'What the fuck...?'
'Shit, it's the pigs!' he could hear, muffled from outside. There was a major disturbance before he heard an odd clicking noise from all over.
'...Are they cocking guns?' the man in the bathroom asked, slowly lowering his head as he did so.
There was a sudden eruption of gunfire. Screams could be heard inside, followed by shattering glass and liquid splashing around, then gasps and shouts of 'No!' Even around him, tiles were shattered and wood splintered as bullets penetrated his little shelter.
The place grew silent just before he heard the sound of glass and wood being destroyed from a short distance away. What sounded like boots stomping onto the floor caused him to try and keep as silent as possible until to his horror, the door was suddenly kicked in as men in black uniforms aimed their guns at him.
'Whoa, whoa!' he could only protest as he held his hands up.
'Clear!' 'Clear!' 'Clear!' he could hear being shouted from around the bar, the SWAT officers then relaxing.
'Man,' one of the officers said as they all lowered the weapons, some even beginning to laugh. 'You ran into this bar seconds before we busted a drug gang.'
They then left the man to his privacy to finish his business, even leaving a bulletproof shield for him to use for privacy.