Writing Prompts: The year is 2015 but instead of "hard tech" human civilization evolved around the usage of organic tech. Describe a typical day.

 I discovered an old Reddit account I had for posting stories and writing prompts was somehow still active and decided to raid it for some of the older stuff I wrote while trying to get better at writing.  There isn't much but here is what there is...

Charlie Misslef

Ms Grace’s English

Room 322

Wibble….Wobble….Wibble….Wobble….

The sound the alarm makes is slightly apologetic, and I force my eyes open and sit up before the second stage activates and the creeping vine completes its snaking movement around my left foot. If I hadn’t sat up I’d have had my leg hung in the air, then released. Tomorrow it will be my right leg which gets ensnared. I’ve trained my alarm clock well. I reach over and stroke the vine as it moves its way back into place next to the foot of the bed. It shivers with pleasure and completes is movement back to its warm spot.

I pat the mouth affectionately and it makes a slight raspberry sound before settling in a ‘Mona Lisa’ half smile. I’m glad that I talked to Todd last month about my alarm system and took his advice. I had no idea that it could understand as much as it did! No wonder I was waking up late every day when I hollered and complained about the system doing its job and waking me at the time I set it to! Of course it was going to try to make me happy by delaying the count… I’m just glad I realized the problem before Dad got on my case for cruelty to the organics again!

I rub the sleep from my eyes and wait for the bed’s "tongue" to let go of my legs so I can leave. Not really sure what that is made out of exactly. I just like how it regulates my temperature while I sleep, keeping me warm on cold nights and cool in the summer.

Standing up I stretch my arms at the sky and blink as the leaves begin to move away slowly, allowing the sunlight to stimulate the room with needed nutrients. As well as the water of my sweat and the gas of my breath, the room needs sunlight, just as all life does. In a minute I will head to the bathroom where I will give it waste of my body to process and recycle.

After completing biological necessity I stand in the refresher and suppress a giggle as burst after burst of water explodes from all directions until I am covered in sweet smelling fluids from the shower plant and the leaves wrap around my body to reabsorb the fluids, leafing me dry afterwards. Then I put on the day’s clothing and make my way downstairs to see what Mom has for breakfast. I hope she harvested something good!

Ugh! Strawberries and almond milk. (AGAIN!) Mom and Dad listened to the big mouth reading the news while I ate and then put everyone’s plates in the cleaner so it could consume the waste. I don’t really know how the big mouth works—just that on one end the echo reads the news and the mouth repeats it on our end. It’s weird! The cleaner is a lot like the shower plant, only it eats the food waste too.

Then I grab my bag and head outside so I don’t miss the worm. Luckily I didn’t miss it and when it stops I grab a line and pull myself up to stand on its top and wait as it makes all the stops along the way to the school. School is boring. Besides Ms Grace knows what school is like, she works there, so I’m going to skip to after school. I ride the worm home and head to my room, to change out of my school clothes and put on my home clothes. I drop off the wilted clothing in the recycler to be consumed by the house.

Then I do my homework (BLECH!) and sit with my Mom and Dad again while the big mouth repeats the news of the day and try to be patient for my show to come on. Finally the theme to The Adventures of Bobby Box Racer begins and I get to hear about the latest adventures of Bobby in the twisted world of machines racing "cars" down "roads" until it’s bed time. I like Bobby but I don’t know if I’d like living in his world where everything is a cold dead mechanical.

The end.