Fiction Prompt:
One evening, as you walk past a corner lamp in your home, it suddenly switches on by itself.
No flicker.
No glitch.
Just a clean, deliberate click — as if someone had turned it on with intention.
The bulb glows a warm, steady light.
Nothing else in the house reacts. No sound. No movement.
Write the moment you pause…
What you notice about the room…
What memory or feeling the light stirs in you…
…and what you decide to do next.
Keep it soft, uncanny, intimate — a quiet disruption of ordinary life.
Story:
Last week, something happened in my home that had nothing to do with aliens or ghosts. Let me tell you how it went down.
That evening, I was in a chipper mood—fresh out of a yoga session and feeling limber. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the living room.
I walked around closing the blinds and switching on the lights one by one—a quiet ritual I perform every evening.
Then, as I passed the reading nook, the table lamp turned on by itself.
No flicker.
No hesitation.
Just a clean, deliberate click—orange warmth spilling gently into the room.
I stopped mid-step.
For a moment, it reminded me of childhood, when my family would put the house lights on timers before going on vacation. The memory arrived so vividly I almost smiled.
But this lamp wasn’t on a timer.
Still curious, I reached for my phone and checked the room camera feed.
And there she was.
My cat, Mittens, standing over a small remote on the floor—completely unaware she was being watched. I had connected the lamp to this remote so I could flick it on whenever she napped on the couch, just to gently shoo her away.
Apparently, tonight she got me back.
Well played, my feline friend. Well played.
Prompt: Lumora (AI)
Story: Deepak
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