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[ WP ] `` Your role in this plan was a blank canvas on which you could paint your future . We merely gave you the brush . ''	[ Disclaimer: This is n't a 100 % original work. It draws pretty heavily from a couple of sources. ] He fell to his knees and stared at the... what? What could even describe this? Destruction? Destruction was the first word that came to mind but destruction implied suffering and ruin. There had been suffering and ruin alright, but that was before. Destruction described what had led up to this. This, this was not destruction. It was obliteration. Again, not the right word at all. Before the man was a sea, or rather what he considered to be a sea. A reddish orange body of liquid stretched before him in all directions. He stood in the sea, ankle deep thanks to what was once a particularly tall hill, mountain even. There were no ruins, no remains, no indication that there had ever been anything before the sea. `` This is n't what I wanted.'' Yes it is. `` No. I wanted it stop...'' It has stopped, has n't it? `` It's gone...'' What is not here, can not be. It is stopped. `` Then why am I not happy?'' Because you can not be sad. `` That does n't make any sense!'' You can not be there, if there is no here. `` This is not what I wanted! Why did you do this to me!? You could have left me! You did n't need me! You never needed me! You brought me just to suffer!'' ... `` All the pain... I watched her die. I watched them both die. Why, why would you do that?'' I did n't, you did. `` I did n't kill them! They did! You sent them! You killed them!'' Did you save them? `` I could n't!'' You could. `` I could never do anything at all. Was that the point? To demonstrate that I was never in control? That I was never needed at all!?'' You were always in control. We can not make you do anything you do not want to do. We never even tried. `` Yes you did! You wanted this to happen all along! You planned this instrumentality all along!'' They planned it, because you willed it. `` How could I have willed this to happen before they even planned it to happen?'' Do you think this is the first time you stood at the edge? ``...'' Your role in this plan was to fill the blank canvas, on which you could paint your future. We merely gave you the brush. `` THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED!'' Are you unhappy with the painting? `` Yes! This is n't what I wanted.'' Then wash it off. Paint another. ``... I ca n't...'' You can. ``...'' ... `` I just wanted the pain to go away.'' Its gone. `` I did n't want the others to hurt me.'' They're gone. `` I wanted to be necessary...'' You're the only one here. Without you, it is not here, nor there. `` I wanted to be needed.'' Everything needs you. `` How could I fix this?'' By trying again. `` I ca n't.'' You can. `` Not alone, I need the others. I need them back.'' You do not need anything. `` I want them back.'' They will hurt you. `` I want them back.'' You will hurt them. `` I want them back!'' ... `` I WANT THEM BACK!'' The man's tears slowly fell down his checks until breaking off and splashing into the sea. He stood there crying for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly, the others began to emerge from the sea. He did not recognize them. One by one the others emerged and looked around at the sea. Things began to get blurry and the man could barely keep things in focus at all. The light began to fade and with it the others and the sea. They were not gone, just out of sight. Sound followed after, blurring into obscurity. He could feel it all coming back. The others. The pain. The rejection. The insecurity. The suffering. Everything was coming back. Are you okay? `` No.'' Do you want it to go away? `` No.'' Why not? `` Because if things can not be bad, they can not be good either. I can just try again. Maybe things can be good, if I want them to be good...'' Congratulations.
[ TT ] The Knight Has Been Captured By The Dragon , While Attempting To Save The Princess	`` Noe ye didnit!'' The dwarf's jaw dropped and so did his empty sack. `` I come stealing in to find some treasure. And you.'' He draws his blade, pointing it at the human knight, his face taunting with anger. `` You get yourself trapped again!'' With the other hand his pulls his out his axe. Both weapons and their jewels gleamed in the sudden firelight, a mere shadow in comparison compared to the surrounding horde. `` I'll be back!'' His nibble short legs carried him far away. `` So... I guess we wait?'' Sighed the knight whose nobility seemed to have left with the shine on his armor. `` I guess so...'' Declared the princess, with her regality absent as imitated in her torn dress and mussed hair. The dragon huffed. Smoke curled out of it's flared nostrils. `` I could either recline pretending to smoke a cigar, or I could pretend to sleep, but I am currently more annoyed than anything right now.'' It paced, shaking the room, knocking rocks and dirt down. `` You know, I step rather lightly for a dragon... Just something I thought I'd throw out there.'' -- - Hours later, after the dragon went to sleep, taking with him the light... `` So... How long is this going to take...'' Demanded the princess in a hushed voice. `` The dwarven settlement is down the mountain. Four hours each way. But there is a secr --. Uh.'' The knight caught himself from betraying the dwarven community hidden in the mountain. `` 8 hours plus 1 or more to get a party going. Where did mine go I wonder? I paid them good coin for this... So, any time now, if there is anyone not scared or whatever...'' He finished, sighing, and shut his eyes to attempt to sleep. -- - `` Hi guys! I brought so friends!'' The sky dwarf sauntered in leading some powerful dwarves. 7 strong silent dwarves with axes almost as fat as their torsos. `` Ho ho hummmm. It is time.'' Declared the apparent leader, whose deep voice woke the dragon. `` You know.'' Stated the dragon sleepily. `` I do n't want to die today. I was minding my own horde, when a wizard told me to guard this princess. I do n't want trouble... See, they are n't dead. Who wants to pay to release a knight?'' `` Hey! I can think of plenty: a king, a --'' The knight's voiced droned out in comparison to the thundering dwarf's. `` WHY DID I COME AWAY FROM MY DIGGING AND EATING! I HAVE A LIFE YOU KNOW, DRAGON.'' The dwarf's demand rang out in the cavern. `` If let them go with you protect me from the wizard?'' `` Uh... I sort of wanted a battle, now that I am here.'' A chorus of `` Rah! Rah!'' Agreed with the sentiment. `` But... Maybe.'' The spokesman stretched his legs. `` How can we protect you from the teleportationportalthingsan... wizardry?'' He sighed, ending slightly confused. `` I do n't know.'' Poof! A wizard appeared in a puff of white and gray smoke. `` What is this?! What is going on here? It seems suspicious...'' `` Shall we fight?'' Queried a dwarf. `` Shall we run away?'' Inquired another. `` Shall we all say'nice chat' and plesently become friends and go have breakfast?'' Said yet another, a warm smile edging on his lips as his hand edged onto his belly, as he gazed into the ceiling. `` Well...?'' Asked the wizard in a bored tone. `` This is new... And preposterous... What if we all have a party at...'' The lead dwarf hesitated and stoked his beard. `` No, that wo n't work...'' He mumbled to himself. `` Let's be friends!...?'' And after a second. `` Will that work? How about that?'' `` Yeah.'' Vocalized a dwarf. `` Alright.'' Said the knight, with a strange sense hope, but with the way this was going it seems reasonable. `` Friends...'' Sighed the dragon, surprisingly, like a teenage human girl after seeing a new boy she likes. `` Great.'' Stated the lead dwarf, turning to the wizard. `` This is... A bit unusual... But I'll give it somewhat of a trial run... Friends.'' He grabbed his cloak, almost covering his head, and then lowered it. `` But do n't call at my door after or before 7.'' Poof minor cheering `` Does that mean he does n't want visited at all or'between the hours of the night'.'' Inquired the knight as he adjusted his armor. `` It's not like we even have his address or anything...'' Stated the rogue, trying to hide loot he had plundered during the discussion. He grinned maddeningly. -- - -- - Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. I may continue if there is interest... More stories are in /r/OhLookItsAStory
[ WP ] There are three people left on earth after a nuclear fallout . You are one of the two men , with one woman . You are completely in love with the woman . She is in love with the other man . The other man is gay , and in love with you . You do n't know about how the other two feel , neither do they .	Man 1: Hey I like you. Man 2: Hey, you're okay, but I like her. Woman: Hey, you're okay, but I like him. Man 1: Okay, lets have a threesome? Man 2 & Woman: k. Fin Edit: Hey guys I just wanted to send a shout out to all my fans and want to thank you all for the inevitable gold I'll be getting, it's been really great. If you guys liked this, then if you could, just hit the like and then subscribe, that would be really great. If you do n't think this was that good I just want you to know that the story was really thought out and I tried my best so my mother thinks it's really great. Hit that favorite button if you want to see me make other things that are really great. I just want to thank my dog, and my cat that I'm going to eventually get and my old bird that flew away and my little brother and my sister and just everyone in my life telling me that I'm really great. Thanks!
[ WP ] Humanity is bored with virtual gaming and has mastered controlling robot bodies for gaming warfare . Aliens invade Earth and everyone thinks it 's an Easter egg in the game and fights them off .	/vg/ - Video Game Generals Anonymous Robo Warfare 2046 General / (... ) 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 15:37:28 No.149485269 File: 1469364701944.jpg ( 329 KB, 1600x900 ) Robo Warfare General /rbw/ # 766 Ok /vg/. Serious time. I think I found an easter egg in the game. I was flying around the hard area near Malaysia, testing my new FX-5653G when I found a new enemy on the ground. There was no info on the sensors. I did n't get the `` Not a NPC'' prompt either so it was n't something from the real world who got into the combat zones, so I engaged it because whatever. It was weak AF. Died in two hits. Wierd thing is, I did n't get any xp or any loot. So I assume the devs at Treyarch just forgot it here and it was supposed to be erased. Had to leave for the base right after that because I was out of energy and i'm not a P2W player, you know the drill /vg/. But I still got a video of it on my stream. The twitch replay is here: bit.ly/OPisafaggot Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 15:50:24 No.149655549 Obvious fake. How much time did you spend on Photoshop for this, OP? This does n't look like any mob in the game. No way they would have coded a completely different model and just forgot it. Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 15:55:30 No.149655550 filthy FX series player ca n't even afford a real mech makes up stories to impress his pals in middle school Get out, OP. Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 16:10:24 No.149655551 File: 2046_07_24_0001.png ( 1.09 MB, 923x1077 ) Ok guys, shit. I think this guy is for real. I went there and found another one. Look at this. Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 16:16:24 No.149655553 Wow, I guess if a big streamer like you says it's real, then it must be real. OMW after my dailies. Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 16:40:24 No.149655554 File: cucks.png ( 0.78 MB, 923x1077 ) Just look at this /vg/. One big guy says it's true and we have 50 players running to get here first. Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 16:50:54 No.149655560 There is n't any mobs left. Whatever was there, we missed it. Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 16:55:55 No.149655561 JUST POSTING HERE FOR THE SCREENCAP ON REDDIT Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 17:00:00 No.149655562 File: UFO thingy.png ( 0.78 MB, 923x1077 ) Look up /vg/. Something's coming down. I think we just started an event or something. Dunno if there's enough of us to win it. Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 17:05:58 No.149655563 THESE GUYS ARE ZERGING US WE NEED MORE PEOPLE Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 17:07:23 No.149655564 Coming. I'm not alone. Wait for us Anons. Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 17:26:24 No.149655568 This is a clown fiesta. I'm getting crazy FPS drops. Unplayable. What the fuck, Treyarch? At least try to make events that people can play. Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 17:50:24 No.149655570 It's down. We got no loot, no xp, nothing. What the hell? I'm getting a wierd feeling out of this. Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 17:50:59 No.149655571 The mobs are n't despawning. Are you sure these are NPCs? Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 17:55:24 No.149655572 What else would they be? Aliens? Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 19:00:13 No.149655549 CNN JUST CONFIRMED IT WE TOOK DOWN AN ALIEN SHIP Anonymous 07/24/46 ( Sun ) 19:10:13 No.149655549 Dear diary, today 4chan stopped an alien invasion.
[ WP ] Whenever someone dies , they start back at the last major decision point of their lives , with fully intact memories of their past life .	He threw the coke in my face. I ca n't believe him! I told him I would give myself to him, that I would do anything he wanted... And he done that! They had all warned me he was n't the kind of boy I wanted. I ignored them through the punches. I turned away through the kicks. I plugged my ears through the slaps. Day after day, they told me he was n't the boy for me. Funny how it took me three months, and a carbonated drink being thrown in my face to make me realize it! Well I'll show him. I'll show all of them! I will not be the fool in this scenario, oh no. If anyone is going to be the fool, its going to be him for letting me slip through his fingers! When I threw open the bedroom door, my father was not present.'Perfect,' I thought to myself. I grabbed his gun from underneath his pillow; he thought I did n't know about it. How silly of him. I pulled on it, ensuring it was cocked before I rose it up to my forehead. My finger wrapped around the trigger as I reflected on the past few months. One final thought crossed my mind: `` I wonder, if in some other reality, if he done this to rewind and treat me differently?'' There was no time left to ponder on the thought, all sounds in my mind ceasing with an explosive boom... My eyes snapped open with me sitting across the table from the new kid at school. I smiled at him brightly, `` Hi. My name is Katie.''
[ WP ] apes have finally evolved into intelligent creatures , humans are constantly teasing them on the things the apes used to do .	Most of the apes understand they are still the inferior species and accept the teasing from the human's. Ape's still do n't understand human rights and do n't expect equal treatment from the human's. This is true for just about every ape, besides one brave ape named Harambe. Harambe was a born rebel and did n't particularly care for the human race. His rebellion probably stemmed for how intelligent he was. He understood things all apes and majority of human's did not understand, but still he was given no respect from the human's or the apes. He did not fit in with either group, he was loner. Virtually all of humanity had similar feelings towards ape's. They all viewed them as second class citizens, hence the constant teasing. There really was no debate about whether ape's should be viewed as equal or not, everyone just knew that they were not equal. Everyone besides one man named Ross Stone. Ross was a military officer and lead many ape's into battle. He always admired how the ape's gladly fought on the front lines with no question's asked. They blindly followed all of his commands with smiles on their face. Ross got to know many of the apes and became good friends with them. He began to understand how kind hearted and generous ape's were, all the ape's wanted to do was please human's. After a 20 year in in the military Ross retired. He lost many friends in battle, mainly ape's. He felt uneasy about how little the public, and his fellow soldiers cared about an ape killed in battle. Harambe spent the last 20 years working in a warehouse stocking boxes. A warehouse and a front line military job were really the only jobs ape's were aloud to partake in. Although Harambe lived a boring, seemingly meaningful life he had big plans. He wanted to take human's down and make ape's the dominant race. Harambe was a week away from going through on his dooms-day plan that would release a virus that would immediately killed anyone who came in contact with it, but it only affected human beings. Harambe was leaving work just a few days before D-day when he ran into Ross Stone. Ross attempted to recruit Harambe into the military about 17 years ago, and Ross was so impressed with his intelligence, that he never forgot his name or face. Ross greeted Harambe with a big smile, Harambe looked confused he had no idea who this man was. Ross said `` Harambe! it does n't matter who I am, I know who you are, and I need your help'' Harambe still looking confused asked `` Why would you need a dumb apes help''. Ross Stone invited Harambe to have a drink and the two had a nice long talk. Ross explained to him how he believes human's and ape's are equal and how he want's to start the next big civil rights movement to fight for equality. Harambe liked what he was hearing and Ross finally said `` Harambe, will you please be the Ape Martin Luther King Jr. Harambe said `` absolutely.'' Harambe went home to his two bed room apartment and contemplated what had just happened. He figured he might as well give equality a shot before whipping out the entire race. He immediately felt shame and disgust with him self about what he was thinking of doing. He knew human's were n't evil, they just did n't understand. He locked his virus up in a safe along with his written plans to destroy humanity. He softly feel asleep and dreamt of equality. Ross and Harambe began their journey. They gave touching speeches, amazing interviews, and recruited millions of ape's and human's to join their cause in just a matter of years. It was happening ape's and human's were becoming equal. As the years went on Ape's began to gain more and more right. They could vote, they could go to the same schools as humans, and finally they could actually legally marry humans. Harambe and Ross had done it, apes and human's were finally equal. 10 years after becoming the greatest civil rights leader in history Harambe was getting married. It did n't matter if he was marrying a human or an ape because everyone was equal and everyone was happy. Ross was Harambe's best man, and he wanted to do something really special for Harambe. He remembers one drunken night when Harambe was telling him about a safe he has in his basement that he will never open. Harambe knew right away that mentioning the safe was a mistake, but when Ross asked him why he would never open it Harambe said he forgot the pass code. Ross kept pressing `` What was in the safe harambe, some kind of treasure?'' `` No Ross'' said Harambe. `` Let's just say there is a part of my past in that safe''. Ross wanted to get that piece of Harambe's past out of the safe and give it to him as a wedding present. He was so ecstatic, he could wait to see the look on his best friends face when he gave him the lost treasure that was in his safe. Ross hired a man that created a device that could break into any safe that was made over 20 years ago. The two men opened the safe. Both of their jaws dropped, while reading Harambe's notes and seeing the bottle with the virus in it. The man that created the device to open the safe's name was Adam Wentworth. Adam told Ross that he was going to the media with the story. Ross very calmly said `` I ca n't let you do that Adam'', `` You know that right''. Adam said `` cmon Ross, what are you gon na shoot me?''. Ross thought it over and determined he had to kill Adam, he could n't trust him. Adam saw the seriousness of Ross's face and begged for his life and pleaded that he would n't tell a soul. With tears pouring down Rosses check he mumbled `` Im so so so sorry'' as the sound of his gun rang. Ross left the house in a rage and called Harambe immediately. He said `` We need to talk''. Harambe broke down in to tears and explained the whole situation to him. Harambe said `` I was in a bad place, I regret making that virus every waking day of my life. Ross believed and forgive him. The two bought a new safe that could not be broken into and put the virus in the safe, to never be opened again. Ross was back at his house relaxing and thinking about how Harambe could even consider whipping out the human race. He knew it was all in the past but it still bothered him. Did he even know Harambe at all? He eventaully forgot about it and told reminded himself what a good loyal man Harambe was. As he was falling a sleep, the scariest memory popped into Ross's head. He remembered that when he first posted a flyer about equality on the internet he got a call from his old co-worker at the recruiting station reminding him of how smart of an ape that Harambe was. He remembers his co-worker sounded oddly startled, like he had a gun to his head or something. Right when Ross closed his eyes he heard a deep voice shout `` Get up''. It was Harambe... Harambe bashed ross in the head with his gun until he was unconscience. Ross woke up in some dark concrete basement tied to a chair. Harambe told Ross that everything that has happened over the years was all his idea and all part of his master plan. Ross could n't believe what he was hearing, all this time he thought that he sought out Harambe to join him, but really Harambe sought out Ross. Harambe saw Ross crying and told him he will not kill him, he didnt have the heart. Ross said `` what are you going to do?'' Harambe responded by saying `` I am going to destroy the human race of course''. `` You will die too, I'm just not going to kill you, I will leave you here with this button that will release a bullet from that gun that will shoot a bullet right through your head when pressed, that or you starve to death, your choice''. Harambe was about to leave when Ross accepting his fate said he just had one question `` Why, why Harambe why not just release the virus 25 years ago? why make apes and human's equal?'' Harambe responded by stating `` Ross if a virus gets released 25 years ago that only effects human's, they find a vaccine to cure the virus before very quickly. I will release the virus in 2 days and in that time all the top medical professionals who are majority apes will kill all non- ape doctors so no vaccine will ever be created. Do n't you get it Ross? Ape's are the dominant species now!'' Ross bowed his head prayed for forgiveness and pressed the button that released the one bullet. Harambe's plan went exactly the way he anticipated and in a matter of months there were no more human's and Ape's controlled the world. Harambe was king. Although one bomb shelter in the middle of the Arizona dessert still stood, inside it were a group of 10 human's who had enough food to last a few more months. They knew it was time to fight back...
[ WP ] I need you to be brave	An angry cloud of hornets stormed around the hilltop. Only moments before there ’ d been nothing but the view overlooking the city. Jack stared in horror at little Ray-Ray who ’ s leash had gotten tangled in the bench. “ Oh my god the dog got into a hornet ’ s nest! ” he screamed at Britt. She stood with her mouth slack, unsure what to do. “ I ’ m allergic to bees. ” She trailed off and started inching away. Her eyes were filling with tears as Ray-Ray yipped and skittered back and forth trying to escape the swarm. Jack motioned her to run back toward the car. “ Go, go! I ’ ve got him! ” he said as her tears gave way to panic as she turned to run. Ray-ray ’ s frantic leaps had given way to panicked rolling. Jack could see the hornets in his fur, could practically feel the dog ’ s terror at being trapped in the buzzing maelstrom. He stared entranced at the scene. He knew he needed to take action but couldn ’ t will himself to move. Ray-Ray stopped rolling and let out a pathetic mewling sound. He lay still. Britt came racing past seizing Jack ’ s jacket as she ran. She wrapped her arms and head as best she could as she dashed towards their stricken dog. Wasting no time she yanked him free of his collar let out a shriek as the wasps lay into her. Jack snapped out of his trance. He clambered forward and scooped up Britt and the dog. He cursed wildly as the hornets bit at his exposed skin. Britt ’ s legs were already starting to swell. He could barely think as he sprinted blindly away from the bench. “ Get to the car, get to the car. ” He turned the mantra over and over in his mind. He charged into the parking lot and set them down carefully on the pavement scrambling for keys. He threw open the back door and tossed Britt and the dog into the back seat. Britt ’ s face was swelling. She was struggling to breath. Tears were running down Jack ’ s face now. He didn ’ t know what to do. Britt motioned frantically to the glove box. He tore it open and a shiny yellow Epi-Pen fell out. She pointed to her heart and wheezed “ I need you to be brave. ”
[ WP ] You are an atheist and on the three hour long train journey you start arguing with a stranger sitting beside you . That stranger is Satan .	I have always loved long train journeys over short air travel. They provide a brief respite from my daily routine life, a small slice of time borrowed just for myself. There is a hypnotic quality about the landscape passing through your window, looking through it, it seems that time does not exist and my past, my present and future rolls into one timeless experience. I find myself falling into a meditative state thinking about my life, choices I made in the past and how I would like my future to be. Suddenly, I notice a middle aged woman staring at me through dark fierce eyes, a small smile on her dark red lips. She was wearing a business suit and did not seem to have any luggage except an old tattered book lying next to her. “ Hi, my name is Adam, nice to meet you ”, I found myself saying. I was surprised because I try not to initiate conversation with anyone on a train but there was something about her that I could not help myself. “ Hello Adam, I am Eve ”, she stopped, looked deeply in my eyes and said with a cruel smile, “ Pleasure meeting you too ”. Her voice had a predatory, feline touch to it. It was sonorous and seemed to reverberate around in my head. Menacing, in the sweetest way possible. My smile faltered, I was feeling a bit uncomfortable now and I was not sure why. I am 6'2, 200 pound man, there is no reason for me to be apprehensive about a woman half my size. No, I was more intrigued by her, I told myself. “ What are you reading there ”, I asked. “ Just a book I enjoy enormously ”, she said. “ What is it about ”. I could make out writings on the book but the language was unknown to me. “ Its a comedy of epic proportions, some would say ”, she replied enigmatically. “ What language is that ”, my curiosity was getting better of me. I found myself drawn to her. “ Its ancient Hebrew ”, she said with a tinkling laugh. There was a mischievous glint in her eye. Looking at her, I realized she was toying with me. I noticed we were the only passengers in the coach which, I bet, had more people when I boarded. “ Wow, I did not know there were books in ancient Hebrew still available ”. “ This one is very old from the time when Hebrew was the preferred language ”. She offered the book to me. “ What is the book called? ”. I said while taking it in my hands. “ Its called Bible. I am sure you have heard of it ”. She said with a sarcastic smile. “ Ah, she is one on those ”, I chuckled to myself. I was an atheist for as long as I could remember and religion to me was an archaic set of beliefs which had no relevance in today's world. I relaxed a little. I could take on a religious nut job any day. “ I see that you are not impressed by it ”, She said. “ Sorry, I did n't mean to offend you, I am not religious and bible does not interest me at all ”. I replied apologetically wishing she would leave me alone. “ Oh I am not religious either, I am just looking for answers and I have looked for so long ”, she replied longingly. “ Can I ask you a question? ” she asked. “ Sure ”. “ Why does God love you more than me? ”. She had tears in her eyes and when they fell they evaporated a bit leaving vapor trails on her face. Her face has turned a slight shade of red and I felt this unearthly heat coming out of her. I recoiled. I wanted to run away but I was rooted on the spot unable to turn away from her eyes which had a fiery glow to them. “ TELL ME ADAM ”. She commanded. She was growing in size, her head nearly touched the ceiling. “ I.. I.. don't.. know ”, I stuttered. I was crying and I found myself praying to god and clutching the bible tightly to my chest. A dispassionate part of me was laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole scene. The being kept staring at me with heavy breath like bellows of a forge and equally hot. There was darkness outside my window so complete that I felt my humanity losing the longer I stared into it. “ Who.. are.. you? ”, I finally managed to ask after what seemed like an eternity. It did not reply for a moment and when it did it was with so much hate and venom that I though I would die from the sheer maliciousness. “ I am the one who loves god the most, I was his most beloved disciple and then he created you, worthless creatures, and he loved you like he never loved me. I tried to make him understand that you are not worthy of his glory, of his love, but he did not listen, after all he did create you in his image. He cast me out of his house for my transgressions. I vowed then to show him that you are his biggest mistake ” “ Ha Ha Ha.. ”, it laughed so viciously, I felt my hackles rise, a feeling of imminent doom settled over me smothering any rational though. “ For eons I have walked this earth, I have seen civilizations rise and fall, seen rocks erode to dust ”. It gave me a disgusting look and said “ You humans are so full of hate, jealousy, greed that it was so easy to manipulate you into waging wars and betraying your fellow humans. My biggest triumph was science, what a wonderful tool it has proved to be into lulling you into a belief that you are masters of this world. Now, you are farther from god than you will ever be and the rift is increasing with each passing day. Soon, he will realize that I was right and I will be invited to his house again ”. “ Soon ”, it whispered. I was shaking, unable to form a coherent though. I was filled with a terror so complete that I was unable to move or think. Each second felt like an eternity. I blinked and the being was gone, replaced by Eve who was studying me with amused eyes. “ I like your name, Adam ”, she smiled, “ Please keep the book as a gift, you need it more than me ”. And then, just like that the light returned, I could see the trees, the sun, the sky and it was glorious. I felt a happiness I had never felt before. It was without reason, causeless and timeless. Eve was gone. I thought it was a bad dream until I saw the book.
[ WP ] Steampunk is Victorian . 1930s Steampunk is Dieselpunk . Write one of the following : Windmillpunk , Knightpunk , Ironpunk , Bronzepunk , Copperpunk , Stonepunk , Dinosaurpunk , Amoebapunk .	KnightPunk. My pneumatic lance pierced his armoured chest plate fully, blood leaking along its length staining the metal dark. Slipping off of my horse I wandered over to his fallen body. His metal mask was heavier than I thought, sensors and sights stuck to the inside explained how he had been so accurate before. Pulling out my knife I slipped it under his helmet severing the arteries in his neck and clipping a small iron contraption onto his face. Small glass tubes on the device captured his last breath and split it into five clear vials, each showing a different colour. I reached out, collecting each vial carefully. The humours inside would fetch me almost as much as the fight's winnings. I leapt up onto my horse in one solid motion, the springs in its heavy metal body creaking with my weight. Three squires jumped forward to lead me away to the stables. The first two were human, the third a new model clockwork boy, subtle ticking marked his movements as he slowly burnt through the humours that allowed him motion.
The love of someone 's life confronts them on the day of their wedding to someone else	The cathedral was extravagant. Enormous white moonflowers lined the pews and altar. The lavender walls had been repainted. All the woodwork had been polished and even the stained glass had been expressly replaced and, despite being brand new, just washed that morning. Even the bibles and hymnals that showed a slight fraying of the corners had been discarded in favor of a mint condition copy, freshly unpacked and recently had the shrink wrap carefully removed the night before. Every detail of the church had been painstakingly noted and in most cases those details had been altered in some form or fashion not particularly noticeable in its own right, but when brought together as a whole, cohesive unit, turned into nothing short of the city ’ s biggest status symbol. But what more could have been expected for the wedding of Damon and Elise? This couple was the result of the best lifestyle money could buy. They had been born into two families that could probably buy out all the politicians in Washington and have enough money left over to vacation wherever they wanted for the rest of their lives. Both classically and masterfully trained on piano and violin, as well as having a multitude of high level proficiencies in other instruments. Damon was well known at all the country clubs on the east coast, and Elise could walk into any designer store in SoHo and every employee could recite her measurements and know exactly what had been newly received since she had been there last. Not that her measurements ever changed. Through careful diet and highly paid fitness trainers, Elise managed to stay at the perfect size ever since she could run on a treadmill. Limousines rolled down the street, each one longer and cleaner than the next, each one containing another batch of high profile executives and their wives. You could name any Fortune 500 company in existence and there would be at least 4 people in the pews able to raise their hands and represent. And then there was Douglas. Douglas drove a 2007 Toyota Camry. Douglas rented his tuxedo and it barely fit. Douglas was late getting to the hair salon the night before and couldn ’ t get a haircut. Douglas spilled coffee on his white shirt while racing over to the church, and the Starbucks mermaid smirked as if to mock him. All of these things, coupled with Douglas ’ general awkwardness, made it quite apparent that he was not of the same cloth as Damon, Elise, or any of their guests. There was Douglas, scrambling to unfasten his seatbelt, which now seemed locked in place, without ruining his tuxedo or spilling more coffee and still trying to style his hair while he sat, strapped in the driver seat of his 2007 Toyota Camry. In what seemed like seconds to Douglas but was probably minutes to any levelheaded man, he was in the foyer facing the huge, polished oak doors leading into the sanctuary. Any other levelheaded man would have shuffled in, found their wife, and quickly sat in the pew, sure to catch the whole event from beginning to end. And in most cases, Douglas was a levelheaded man, but not today. Elise was the love of his life. It was almost like something out of a fairy tale, the way Douglas had planned it out in his head. He was going to storm down the aisle, object to the wedding, and passionately kiss Elise. It didn ’ t matter that everything else had gone wrong up until this point. It didn ’ t matter how he was dressed or who he knew or how much he could afford to spend on a gift. This was the one thing he was certain he could and would do. “ You wouldn ’ t believe how hard it is to get some alone time on your wedding day. ” Startled, Douglas spun to the left. He recognized that voice. Sure enough, it was her. Elise stood not more than five feet away from Douglas, seemingly radiating beauty, from her perfectly sculpted face and meticulously applied makeup all the way down to her slender and sensual frame and diamond encrusted designer heels. “ Thanks for coming, Dougie. ” She walked up to his paralyzed body and ice cold hands and kissed him square on the lips and lingered there. Douglas silently panicked. His scripted and rehearsed plan to object to the wedding and declare his love for Elise had been ripped to shreds and sprinkled at his feet. And all of a sudden, Douglas knew what to do. He didn ’ t need a plan anymore. In fact, he was sure he couldn ’ t have planned anything to work out better than it had in these past few moments. His latte dropped to the floor and the lid flew off. The Starbucks mermaid grinning as the milk and coffee slowly seeped into her gown. Douglas grabbed Elise ’ s waist and pulled her in close. They passionately kissed with little regard for their surroundings or the timing. Minutes before the wedding ceremony began, and here they were, smearing her lipstick, destroying her styled hair, and all the while her tears raining from her eyes. As they parted lips, they smiled, later laughed as they tried to wipe her eyeliner from both of their faces. Now they were both sloppy in appearance. For once in their life, they were equals. Damon tapped impatiently as all the guests turned toward the oak double doors at the rear of the sanctuary, growing restless and making all sorts of comments under their breath. Now angry, Damon marched down the clean plush carpets and flung open the doors. There was no Elise. There was no Douglas. The Starbucks mermaid stared up at Damon, smiling because she knew it all.
[ WP ] You have a compass that points to whatever will cause the most damage in the next 24 hours , anywhere in the world . Today , it 's pointing directly at your grandmother , who is knitting a pair of socks .	`` Hey grams! What's happenin'?'' `` What? What does that mean?'' I usually do use slang words to just confuse her because it's kind of funny to watch her try to process some of the stupid phrases my generation has conjured up. `` Nothing, anything exciting happen recently in your life? Aside from work and stuff?'' She hesitantly says, `` Not that I recall, I was down at the town hall for something but I do n't really remember what it was about to be honest.'' All the while still knitting me a pair of blue socks. `` Hmm that's odd. Whatever, I'm getting food, be right back.'' I say this as I instinctively reach into my pocket and take out the doom-predicting compass in my pocket. It's almost become an addiction looking at this compass. Upon viewing the compass I realize that it was no longer moving at a really slow pace to keep up with the pinpoint of doom across the entire world, but whipped around really fast in front of me as I moved across the room. `` What the?'' I say as I realize that the compass was pointing directly at my grandmother, who was peacefully knitting still. `` G-grandma.... What did you do exactly at the town hall?'' `` I told you, I do n't really remember.'' She says blowing it off. I start thinking about anything that could be happening soon that involves my grandmother. My teenage brain could not think of anything outside of not turning in my Algebra 2 homework. Then the T.V. flipped on to the news upon my grandmas request. The newscaster says, `` Today, America, is truly an outstanding day... The votes between Clinton and Trump have been counted and recounted, it seems that trump has only won by one vote. He has the peoples votes.'' `` Whoo!'' Says my grandma who literally has no idea about anything political. `` G-grandma... did you vote recently?'' I hesitantly ask. `` OH! That's what I did at the town hall, what a hoot right?'' She happily says. `` That Trump fella is a real businessman is n't he?''
[ WP ] A sister finds that the brother she always hated is finally leaving .	`` Hey, loser! Dinner's ready!'' She brought a fist up to pound against his door, but when her fist connected, the door gave in immediately and creaked backwards. `` Huh.'' She looked down at the handle, bringing into her hands and giving it a twist. Unlocked. She shrugged, and opened the door. `` Hey-'' She stepped back and gasped at the sight that awaited her. The room was the same as it had always been each time she took a peek. Scattered papers, clothes, boxed takeouts scattered throughout. The bed was a mess, the desk was a mess, and the floor was invisible under all the clutter. There was a small difference, though. Her brother was hanging from the ceiling fan. She stood still, hands clamped on her mouth, taking slow steps forward. Her socks crinkled on the papers underneath with each step, muffled only whenever the terrain shifted to discarded clothes. When she got close, she reached out a hand, poking the body. It swayed back, and then returned to her, causing the fan to rotate a little with the motion. `` John?'' She looked up at his face. His eyes were open, staring bug-eyed, and his cheeks were puffed up and discolored. `` Hey... John.'' She stood on her toes, reaching up to poke at his face, her breath stuttering a little. `` J-John? This is n't funny.'' Her hand quivered as her fingers touched his cold face, and she jerked back. She screamed.
[ WP ] A rare recessive gene mutation grants foresight . The few born with it quickly shoot to rolls as world leaders and religious heads . The rest of the population lives in fear . A woman has just given birth to her first child and he is already showing the symptoms .	There is a wall of night blocking sight of the future, and all the lights are almost out. We used to have great leaders. We haven ’ t for a long time. We used to say that it was nostalgia that made us think the past was better. Then they discovered GFP14 - the leadership gene. They discovered that it was disappearing, slowly, and soon there would be no more greatness. In 2020, the Government started searching proactively for our next Kings and Presidents, choosing not to leave it up to heredity or the will of the “ people ” who never really knew what to choose. They hand out flyers and broadcast information saying what the signs of the gene are and how to contact the Agency, as they call it. Recruiters patrol the school districts looking for children who glow with unusual brightness. Then they take those kids away, to teach them. They take them from their families, to make them stronger. They take their childhoods, for the good of the world. My son is three years old. I can no longer beat him in chess. He knew before the Second War with Canada, before our house was bombed, to tell us to take shelter. He looks at you with eyes that know, that seem deeper than your farthest sight. He is three. There is a wall of night blocking sight of the future, and my son is one of the last lights. Right now he is struggling to read a second-grade level chapter book. Right now I am holding the phone number of the Agency in one hand, and my phone in the other. Dialing this number is all I have to do to make the world a better place. No, that ’ s not true, I think as I look over at him. He is so small. I can not bear to let them take that from him. He is the only family I have left. I can not bear to let them take that from me. I put down the phone, and go over to help him read. They will probably find him and take him eventually. But not now. Not now. There is a wall of night blocking sight of the future, and I will walk into into the dark.
[ WP ] Serial killer has been monitoring his next victim 's movements for months . She is a loner and the perfect target . One day she disappears and nobody notices but him .	There was a time in my life when I would race from the dark to stand next to you. Watch the compression of the steel on ice anticipating the tinkle as it met glass. I would feel release a heavanly lift from cranial pain as pressure from behind my skull eased watching the amber rush forth swirling hypnotic from decanter to glass. Of course it didnt last. Not when HE would come home. Over time the colour amber stopped flowing corked by cicumstances beyond both our control. Replaced instead with the colour red and thoughts of tensed rope over taut leather and flesh. I swear I never lost sight of the fact that it was your understanding eyes and soft smile that released me from the dark and agony that pulsed and throbbed with my skull. I will never forget you or the path that was lit by your entry into the room. On that last night, at the end, when that scummy dwarf of a man tried to touch you whispering his cold venomous words of finding you in the streets and returning you there if you did not repay his kindness and of how no-one knew of your existance but him. I was there listening. Beside you all this time. In the walls. I could not reach you through the small hole from where I watched as he strangled the understanding from your eyes and tore that softness from your smile until it was not a smile at all. I was there when he had hidden you away from the world under the floor. And I was there when he awoke bound in cord a knife glinting in leather clad hands with a smile on my face.
[ WP ] CONGRATULATIONS ! You have been selected for involuntary and compulsory participation in what some people call `` LIFE '' . Continue .	Welcome to life. Life is an open-ended sandbox with over 7 billion players. It is also part of a major scientific experiment, to find out the state of human existence before our omnibenevolent masters became all-powerful. You may have heard some -- your mental state is being temporarily adjusted, please remain calm -- rumours about Life from those who have already played it. However, we encourage players to enter Life with an open mind, and firmly believe that to enjoy it, it is important to leave your preconceptions behind. Your stored mind contains 2,346,894 memory patterns from this existence. It is mandatory that you allow us to remove these before entering Life. Life offers many tiers of experience: - At the top there is our Premium tier, allowing for unlimited modification of characteristics such as build, intelligence, health and, most importantly, starting situation. This is the tier we recommend for maximum enjoyment from Life. - Our Middle tier offers the vast majority of the perks of the Premium tier. However, to make it less expensive for you, some of your brand preferences may be altered to match with our sponsors from this existence. - The Economical tier is our cheapest ever offer, and allows for the full experience of life with randomised characteristics and starting situation. Some elements of conscious and sub-conscious thought may be limited due to times of significant server load. Also, rendered objects such as walls or bus stops may be used to display advertisements from our sponsors - all who are working hard to make this as affordable as possible. Brand preferences will also be adjusted. You credit check has failed for Premium and Middle tiers. Please select Economical tier. Welcome to life. Thank you for participating.
[ WP ] Describe a well known story from the perspective of the antagonist . Try to conceal the actual story till the last line .	In the beginning, everything was perfect. We had each other, we had our family. He loved me. Just being in his presence was enough for me. It was enough for anyone really. He was the kind of guy that had everything you could ask for. He was intelligent, miraculously kind, he brought light into the world by merely being in it. Loved by all who knew him, and full of love for those around him. Then one day he finds someone new. I knew what was happening from the very beginning. Spending all his time with his new `` pet''. I went from being number one to being second best. Within a week, he's spending all his time with this idiot. They go on walks together. He's constantly showering the asshole with gifts. Then he wants to come home and tell me how I'm still important to him. He tells me how much he loves me. And of course, I fall for it. I soak up every word like gospel and bask in his glory. So stupid. But I'm no fool. He thinks he's smarter than me. He's sadly mistaken. I love him but he's no more intelligent than I. He's no more important than I. He's certainly not better than I. I could make everyone love me too, if I really wanted to. So one day he shows up out of the blue. Wants me to be friends with the `` pet''. FRIENDS. Is he crazy? It wo n't happen. His precious little paramour is nothing more than a stupid, hideous, blind little waste of space. How could he possibly choose that over me? Me! Now I'm not saying that I'm perfect by any means. And yes, I'm a little vain. But I know I'm beautiful. I know how the world works. I do n't need anyone to hold my hand or pat me on the head to make it through this life. So I'm done. I've had all I can stand. I'll find someone new too. Maybe I'll even make a play for his `` pet''. Would n't that just break his heart? Win the little moron over to my side. That would show him. Matter of fact, that's exactly what I'll do. Then he'll have nothing. He'll see what it feels like to be passed over for the next best thing. And I bet he wo n't do a thing about it. He would n't dare lay a finger on me. So tomorrow I have a date. With an apple, a tree, and a man named `` Adam''. What a stupid fucking name.
[ WP ] There 's a creature out there that you can only see in the corner of your eye	Living on the streets is different. I guess one might calling hard, but if it is all you've ever known then there is n't much softer. Most of the day is spent finding food and the rest is finding a place to crash. You move around alot, haul your house in your back, and watch it too. Cops generally are n't the problem. Did I like it? It had its ups and downs. Ca n't really complain though, I had n't died yet. The only problem was It. No, not the creepy horror clown It, that I could handle. No, this It just hung out in the corner of my eye all day, visible but hidden. If I ever turned to look at It, It just seems to disappear and reappear later. Noone else saw it, they thought I was crazy. When your homeless, it does n't matter if people think your crazy. I remember the day that things went down. It had rained the night before and a fine mist was present. Cool, and humid, two things I loved. After chilling at Bob ’ s corner for a while ( that's what we called him since he could n't speak to tell us his name ), I headed twoards Heritage Drive. A good casual hangout, never an really danger. Well, not normally. On my way there It hung out in the corner of my eye. A black object with no discernable shape. I had gotten the use to it after sixteen years. Night rolled around and I was finding a place to sleep. One particular alley looked promising so I ventured down a bit. I did n't hang around here alot so the layout was unfamiliar. I was busy rummaging through a can when he stepped out of the shadows. Tall and lanky, a beanie covering his head and a beard his face. He smiled and his knife gleamed. I did n't waste words or time. I just ran. I glanced back once or twice to see him in close pursuit, so close. I ran fast. There was no time to slow down, no time to think. I ran like my life depended on it. It did. I ran around a corner and heard his footsteps slow. I allowed a small mental cheer because I thought he had given up. Then unnoticed the dead end. He knew this place better than I. “ Hey pretty, ” I heard his voice call. “ How bout we just take this nice and slow, ey? I sure rushing these things. ” Sweat dripped down my forehead and I doubled over, panting. After emptying my stomach I lifted my head to see if he had walked around the corner yet. I stood there like that for a while. No one walked around the corner. I edged towards the exit, aware he was likely waiting for me. I peeked around the corner and lost my lunch again. I started running, I did n't know where to, only that I could n't stop. When I finally stopped to catch my breath It was back inthe corner of my eye. I had n't noticed its absence. I looked at it and it vanished only to arrive in the other corner. I sighed and closed my eyes. When I opened them I let out a small scream. On the ground before me, written out in some red substance was a word. Alun “ A lun, ” I breathed and the thing shivered. I looked at it and it vanished. Then I turned back to the word that had now changed. Alune “ A loon? ” I read it, confused and terrified. The thing was back and it shivered again, but this time it was… softer. “ Alune, is that your name? ” I asked. I was n't thinking clearly, my head was spinning. The thing shivered in affirmation. “ What the hell do you want? ” Then I heard a sound in my head, a slow garble that eventually formed words. A friend
[ WP ] For what shall it profit a man , if he shall gain his soul , but lose his whole world ?	`` I ca n't do that, I ca n't make that choice'' the man said, as he knelt in on floor in front of his captor There were four of them, in a dark underground bunker. Two captives and two captors. The faint light of computer screens lit the room, and the two men kneeling cast a long shadow. One man stood behind the two with a gun, and the last one stood in front of a computer, his hand gently sitting on a button. He leaned forward. `` Oh but you can, Mr. Bond, in fact you have to'' `` I wo n't kill an innocent man, just do whatever you want to me and let it be over, let these people live.'' `` There is a distinct difference between `` you wo n't'' and `` you do not want to''. It's either him, or these millions of people'' The villain pointed to a computer screen, where a map of a large city was displayed. `` You see, Mr. Bond'' he continued `` When you and I started this little dance years ago, I knew there was only one end game. To destroy you. I do n't mean physically. A man can go through the grinder, go through incalculable amounts of pain and still live with his dignity afterwards, remain content in their being. No. I want to destroy you as a person, make you live with the consequences of your choices, make you wake up every morning and know that things are the way they are because YOU chose them to be that way. You know what you have to do.'' `` Please'' the other man muttered `` Do n't do it.'' Bond lowered his eyes and racked his brain for a solution, but came up with none. Both choices were equally abhorrent; killing an innocent man, or letting millions die. He was n't a utilitarian, he had very clear moral values, but neither scenario was morally correct. As he thought, however, he realized that in truth, there was only one way his soul could be absolved. Only one scenario where he need not do anything, and how his conscience could be clear because he did not do the deed himself. Bond raised his head. `` I wo n't kill him'' The villain shrugged `` Suit yourself.'' He pressed the button.
[ WP ] It 's the dawn of AI and robotics . You 're a simple Amazon delivery drone wishing to be a Predator drone .	[ Drone K6D37 floats upwards to see the sunset, and the screen pans left to show the drone looking whimsically at the orange skyline. The tune'Maybe' from the musical Annie starts playing ]. `` Maybe far away! Or maybe real nearby I'll be hunting afghanis And shooting them dead from the sky I've only wanted one thing! My entire mechanical life Delivering packages is so boring Let me end the ISIS strife Maybe over sand dunes Of desolation and hook-ah I'll find my real true purpose Killing fanatics sent from Allah...!'' `` What's that drone K6D37?'' `` Nothing sir, delivering the package to the Gonzalez family now.'' [ cue emphatic sigh, drone K6D37 flys away with the package. End scene ].
[ WP ] In a dystopian future , doctors are expected to euthanize sick patients . You 're the first in a hundred years to save someone .	Hospitals used to be heralded as our saviours, just as Gods and monsters once were. Now they only save us the pain of a scream-induced death, as they slowly increase the liquid in our drips, or whatever it is we're supposed to do, until we're gone and can do no more. This was not why I became a doctor. I gained my degree as all others probably do: that is, I spent three or four years of my time, pondering over this and that, for a course that gave me the right to stand here and say, `` I'm a doctor. You're not ( I would pause and point here ), but I am.'' Of course those three or four years was also sprinkled, rather excessively, with nights out and alcohol, but hey, is n't that what university is actually about? It's not about the debt, or the education, it's about the sex and the booze – right? She was lying on the bed when I arrived, her chart on the end of her bed told me she was perfectly capable of making a full recovery, but I had my orders: my orders came from above, in the higher ups of the private company that took over this hospital about a hundred years ago – my orders were simple: keep hospital beds clear, clear of life that is. It was decided, when all the private companies finally managed to leech their way into the world's healthcare systems as the primary providers, that, rather than treating those who were sick, it was easier to kill those in their care to make a profit, than actually delivering the healthcare they claimed: of course they did n't do this themselves, no blood ever touched their skin as it touched mine, as it touched my colleagues. There is little point in complaining when you can not change anything. So she was lying there, and I knew she knew – or thought she knew – what was coming for her. It was probably a husband, could be a wife, or a child, it did n't matter which, she'd experienced it already: she knew. This was not why I became a doctor. `` I've made my will,'' she says to me, as I return the chart to the foot of the bed, and glance around at the private room I find myself within. I nod: what do I say to that? What can I say to that? Here is a person, ill now, but that could be better soon, and she's already bequeathed her feather boa to her cat, Candice, or something. In the old days, I believe it was customary to wish the patient well, but now we just nod. So I do. It dawns on me, as I leave the room to check on another patient, that I have a clear obligation to this woman: yes, I could save any woman or man in this whole hospital, but it is this woman I'm drawn to, the woman with the feather boa-wearing cat, or not if that turns out to be the case. I have a duty of care to this woman, and will do until she leaves me, either the traditional way, or the way she actually deserves to: a clean bill of health, and back to her cat life or non-cat life. There are medicine stores, I go there for what I need. I need just enough anaesthetic to knock her out. I know where to go. This is not why I became a doctor, but it is a lot closer than the alternative. I will save this woman.
[ WP ] I laugh only to keep myself from crying .	He checked his watch once more. 8:59. Of course she'd be late, he chuckled. That was Jenna for you - always the last one in, the last to show. He sighed, and looked out the window again. He was n't used to this view - this side of the restaurant - but he'd decided to change things up a bit. Might as well give her a little surprise, before he pops the big question, right? He sat back, smiling at the thought of how she'd react. They'd been together for a long time, too - he knew her inside and out. She'd say yes, he was positive of it. He lifted his mug, but found it empty. The waitresses were all gaping at the TV, and ignored his calls for a refill. He sighed again, and rechecked his watch. 9:0- BOOM. The building shook, and several of the other clients and waitresses burst into tears or hysterics. But, not the man. He looked out the window again. He chuckled to himself again. Ah, Jenna. You and I will never forget today, he laughed inwardly. Though, she was a forgetful person. It'd be just like her to forget her date with him again. But he'd always remember. He'd never forget.
[ WP ] After you die , you are allowed no more than one hour to roam the Earth and interact with the humans . You just died at the hands of your best friend .	I ’ ve always heard that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. Well, I can tell you first hand that there was a flash, but not in the sense of an entire timeline crossing my mind in an instant. It was the flash of a gun muzzle launching a bullet at my forehead. It all happened so quickly that I didn ’ t even think to look at my assailant. In one instant, I ’ m enjoying my time with Katherine, and then a shout drew my attention just as the bright flash of light consumed my vision. What followed was the long hallway full of doors. Every door was identical and each had a label plate affixed to it. ‘ Katherine Hannigan, ’ one said. An instant of hesitation, and I opened the door. I ’ m standing behind a man dressed in black and Katherine is screaming at him, but aside from “ John. Oh my John, ” the dialogue is unintelligible; losing the man you love can have that effect on you I suppose. She ’ s so beautiful and it ’ s all I can stand to see the pain on her face before I ’ m overcome with a feeling of longing. I realize it ’ s probably best if I try to move on from this. I return to the hallway and begin walking down the path reading the names. I recognize them all, but some are unfamiliar to me. Here a guy I haven ’ t seen since fifth grade, there a guy who mows my lawn, and right between them is my mother. She won ’ t know what happened to me yet, and I would like to see her again while she ’ s still oblivious. She ’ s sitting on the couch watching a TV show and drinking tea. I never made much of an effort to come and see her, and I regret that now more than words can describe. I ’ m not sure if it was my own desire for closure or a hopeless attempt to remedy my error in life, but I decide to sit with her for a time, and it ’ s nice to just sit with here once more, but by the time the show ends, the longing is almost unbearable. I know I need to get out of here. I return to the hallway, but the longing is as strong as it was before. Something is pulling me away from this hallway, but there ’ s still one last person I need to see. James Patterson, my best friend in the world. I know if Katherine survives the night, he will be the one she turns to for support. He once confessed to me that he had a big crush on her when we were in high school, but that I got to her first. It ’ s been a joke ever since then that if anything ever happened to me, then she would be free for him. Joke ’ s on me. As I enter the door, I ’ m bathed in darkness. By the moonlight I see a shadowed figure pushing a car down a slope towards a lake. I step closer wondering where James is, but the harder I try to move, the harder I ’ m pulled back towards the hallway and, eventually, to whatever is tugging the strings. I ’ m still struggling to move as the shadowed figure starts walking toward me. In the dim light, I make out the smiling face of James. His final words echo in my mind as I ’ m dragged back to my final destination. “ Well, John. I guess she and I were just not meant to be. ”
[ WP ] You live in a world where there has never been sickness , and you are the first to have ever experienced being sick .	I did n't get the joke. He check my perplexed expression and gave it another shot. `` You're sick Grant,'Ill'''. Nothing. I continued the blank stare. `` Grant... I do n't have any other way to explain this... I think you're'infected'...''. Now that was a word I knew, and so it confirmed to me he was fucking joking. Smug prick. I feel like shit, have no idea why, and you think this is time for comedy? `` Infected'' I echoed with some restraint `` What, like in the science fiction novels? You're telling me I have the plague or the fucking cancer? John talk to me straight here.'' And then I really saw it, the sweat forming quietly on his brow, that cold look in his eye. He really believe the words coming out of his mouth. I violently swung my legs off the bed and onto the floor. I sat up to stand and the pounding swimming sensation came throbbing back into my temples like the beat of a thousand drums. My eyes already burning began to water, blurring my vision. As I wiped away the crazy glass I see Dr Roberts really start to panic. `` Grant what are... where are you going?'' `` Where does it look like John?'' I growled `` I come to you, against my better judgement, for help, and you decide it's time for fun and games?'' The drumming in my head intensified, I just had to get out of there. `` Goodbye John.'' As I stepped towards the door Dr Roberts quickly shuffles across the room, like a goddamn crab Olympics gold medallist, blocking the door. `` Grant listen to me. If this is... if it really is... Grant, you.. we ca n't go anywhere, understand?'' I took a step back, the fear in his look was starting to get a bit much even for me. He was... trembling? In my state I could n't be sure, all I knew was heat and dizziness, I did n't want to deal with any of this. As I reached for the door knob his hand shot out to mine. Instincts overrode any further concerns for my head, and Dr Roberts suddenly found himself crashing into a trolley with the offending arm behind his back. I tore open the door and half marched half limped down the corridor.
[ WP ] After no contact from outer space , NASA finally receives an Alien radio signal with only 7 words : `` The birds are not what they seem ''	Working for NASA was every geek's wet dream. Getting to work with radio signal's looking for signs of extra terrestrial life? It did n't get better than that. There was a group of about 3 of us that worked at the station. There was me, that is Alex, and I was the heavy science fiction nerd living the ultimate fantasy. Dwight, he was more of the hardcore science guy, barely any kind of fun. Finally, we had Alfred, of Fred, who was more on my end of the spectrum. We all went through years of schooling, nights of adderall, all just trying to get this dream gig, we cause we wanted to believe. It turns out, the ultimate fantasy involved nothing but radio silence and some long nights of Magic the Gathering or Dungeons and Dragons. One night, everything changed. Fred and I were in a fierce battle with a Basilisk, when the radio picked up a signal. The dice fell out of my hand, Fred leaped over the table tripping over Dwight. This is the moment we were waiting for, we were there for what could possibly be the first contact with alien life! Dwight grabbed the paper out of the machine to interpret what it said, all hoping this would be history. Dwight's faced changed... confused... almost scared, he began to slowly look up `` The birds are not what they seem.'' ``....What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!'' I shouted completely bewildered by it all, while Fred stood there, just as confused. `` I do n't know! It just says `` the birds are not what they seem.'' I dont know how to process that at all'' Dwight said, with almost a Vulcan tone. I still do n't know why we did it, but instinctively we all walked to the nearest window to look out. `` Oh shit'' Fred said, starting back at us was a large murder of crows on a nearby tree. All of them sitting still, starting at the window. We started stepping back slowly, and without warning, the entire group of crows dove for the window, cracking and shattering it to pieces. Me and Fred managed to escape and get to the next room and shut the door. It was to late for Dwight, they had already started on his eyes. `` I'm not parked far, I think we can make it to my car and get the hell out of here. Start calling everyone you can, warn them, tell them the birds are n't what they fucking seem!'' I shouted already running toward the exit. We managed to get into my car without any harm befalling us. I was focused on fleeing the gruesome scene, not paying attention to all the warning calls Fred was making. I realized I was driving to the next closest NASA secure base, hoping, maybe there, we would be ok. Suddenly, there was a darkness over us, I looked up and there they were, dozens of pigeons swooping down, and in the most aggressive form I've ever seen, covered my entire car in shit. I manageed to keep from swerving in all the crap, regain control and turn the wipers on and kept heading toward the base. I almost regret being able to see out my windows. The birds were going nuts. there were swans trying to rape men in the street, seagulls swooping seemingly aiming only to shit in peoples food or faces. I turned occasionally to see Fred's horrified face, he never did like birds. Thankfully, the base was in sight. We just might make it. I drifted into the parking lot, as near as I could to the entrance. `` Fred! Are you ready?! We can make it man!'' We opened the door and started sprinting the 50 feet to the door. Half way there, I heard a scream and a thud, I could n't stop to turn and look, I just kept going. When I reached the door and shoved it open, I turned around to make sure Fred was still with me. Somehow, an ostrich blindsided Fred and was going between stomping on his chest and pecking at his face. I slammed the door, terrified, hoping the horror ended here. I made my way down the slightly familiar corridors to the large meeting room I remember from years ago. My hunch was right, there was a gathering of scientists, and military personal. The only down side, they were screaming at each other, of course, trying to think of the the best course of action. The scientists needed to know more, while the army folk only needed to know where to get more guns to take down the feathery menace. They had a news channel on in the background, leading me to believe they were just as clueless as I was. The TV flickered to the presidential seal, and the room fell to silence. you could hear crying immediately as the camera opened up on the oval office. The president was there, laid out on the floor, being ripped apart by a vicious pair of cassowary. On top of the desk, perched with wings spread, an albatross stared dead into the camera. All I had left was a hope that maybe, those aliens that sent a warning, were coming to free us from our new avian overlords.
[ WP ] Moments away from a horrific car accident , you throw your hands in the air and shout `` Jesus take the wheel ! '' You open your eyes to see that you 're fine . Only , that 's not Jesus driving ...	I stared at the man driving the Semi and slowly drifting into my lane. `` Fuck,'' I thought. `` Hey buddy, wake up now.'' said out loud, mostly to myself. I laid on the horn, hoping to jolt him, he got closer and I could see his eyes closed and his mouth wide open. `` fuck fuck FUCK'' I shouted as he drifted into my lane. I looked at the surrounding area. A solid rock face on one side, a cliff on the other. Nowhere to go. He gained speed and continued to barrel towards me. `` JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL!'' I screamed as I closed my eyes and waited for the impact. I waited. And waited. After about thirty seconds I opened my eyes and realized I was sitting in my passenger seat, shaking like a leaf. But if I was there, who was driving? I slowly turned to the left and surveyed the man driving my car. `` W-w-who are y-you?'' I stammered out. He looked at me, and in a gruff southern accent that seemed to vibrate out from his bushy mustache he responded. `` Scruffy. The janitor.''
[ WP ] Heaven is called `` Upstairs '' and Hell , `` Downstairs '' . Today you overhear someone mention an `` Attic '' and `` Basement '' .	`` What are you talking about?'' I asked. `` It's simple. There's a level above Heaven, and a level below Hell. Think of it like... an attic, and a basement.'' Jesus replied, rather uncomfortably. `` A level above Heaven. You're joking me. That ca n't be right, why have n't we heard about it down on Earth?'' The clouds under Jesus' feet started drifting away, Heaven itself responding to his desire to leave our conversation. `` C-can I go there?'' Jesus' cloud suddenly stopped. `` You do n't want to go there. You probably should n't ask more than once. Now come on,'' Jesus held his hand out, `` Ol' Abe is throwing a real sweet party right now.'' I stepped on, but I knew if I did n't go it would gnaw on my mind for eternity. `` Pleeeeaasse, Jesus? You do n't have to tell anybody! Just please show me the attic.'' I begged. Jesus sighed. `` Alright, I'll let you go, but be very, very careful. You can only peek in for a few seconds. The door shuts on it's own.'' He steered his cloud away from the main cloud bank that constituted Heaven. After what seemed like hours of floating along, we finally arrived to a small, inconspicuous door. `` Only look, do n't go in. Seriously, do n't. I ca n't open this thing very often.'' He warned one last time. I was too excited to hear him. When he opened the door, I rushed right in. I found myself in a luminous, impossible space. My breath was gold. My thoughts were light. My very being became brilliance. A very... stinging brilliance. This was clearly a place not meant for mortal beings to enter. I turned around, but the attic's door had already shut. I was trapped. I would never leave the true abode of God.
[ WP ] Thousands of years ago , magic was commonplace . You are a part of a group of elite sorcerers living in this ancient world , a group that has decided to erase all evidence of magic from the world in an effort to keep the immense powers to yourselves .	`` Do n't do this felony'', the elderly man in front of me, uttered tremblingly as I posed the sword close to his weathered face. As I looked into his blue eyes, I saw fear, not for his life but for things he had worked his whole life. But I knew better, I knew more than him. He might have been an erudite among his colleagues, but now he was nothing but an ignorant old fool who was unable to deal with the changing times. My task would have been much easier if he had helped me, but the stubborn old man had chosen the wrong fate. I wanted to penetrate my eyes into his mind to take control, but he was strong. Strong enough to repel me, strong enough to penetrate myself. A clear and lucid but foreign voice whispered in my head, “ you will never find it''. I filled with rage, “ you old fool'' I said with a soft and slow voice. I lowered my sword to his heart, and pressed hard. Hot red blood started to flow through the puncher as I removed the sword. I looked upon his face again. It did not have any agony but was filled with a slight grim smile mocking me. “ I will find it, believe in me, ………. Father ” I told his dead corpse with an anxiety I never had form a very long time. `` The source! where might it be?'' I asked myself. It could be anywhere, it could be anything an ornament or a book or a person. Anyone who would be in possession of it will be more powerful than king Xeinix himself. I took the sword and closed my eyes. With the power bestowed in my eyes I restored the true shape of my magic stick. “ Foolish old man'' I thought. The truth is my magical powers are concentrated in my eyes. Well it was not my idea but my old mans. I practiced whole of my childhood to make my eyes, my source. He thought it was easier to make something that you carry everywhere to make your source, and complained his source was not like such. Well, it ’ s convenient as such but it is very hard to use something you can not touch or see. Without a proper practice form childhood, one has no control to which object the source is concentrated. My old man surely did n't have control either, but as I remember he used to be the most powerful sorcerer of his time. He was once the head sorcerer of the kingdom. But as king Xeinix attacked the city and my mother was killed by him, his power died too. So my guess is, before the war his source was my mother, but after the city was defeated he declared himself to be powerless. King Xeinix blessed him life and he is now living an austere life. He fooled everyone, but I know better, he still had powers, but where I do n't know. But suddenly I realized something powerful very near to me. I searched the whole room but nothing. I could feel it but could not find it. Such a powerful thing gives off a lot of magic radiation; if I get hands on it then I could never miss it. I could even feel it inside the room, but where? “ Wait for a minute............. I have found it.'' I spoke too much loudly. My friends heard it outside of the room. But I was not going to tell them for what I had, I could rule the world. I went out with an abrupt swiftness. Four of my friends were waiting for me outside. They stood up abruptly as I rushed through them, I kept walking and without looking at them I suffocated each of them to death. Well, my new powers surely passed the test. As I reached the alley outside, a different surprise waited for me. There stood king Xeinix himself alone in a robe and a hood. As I saw him I tried to penetrate his mind to take control but he was fast and prepared. He repelled it and counter attacked. But with my new powers I blocked him. He was strong. “ even with my new powers, it would take some practice to confront such an adroit sorcerer ” I thought.
[ WP ] At birth , everyone has the date they will die tattooed on thier arm . You were supposed to die yesterday .	June 13, 2011 was my expiration date. Today is June 14th and I'm still alive. I look at the tattoo on my forearm wrist marking me; there has never been a mistake made before. I am thirty, born May 1st 1981; death is the end we are told in this world and nothing is forever. I spent years getting used to the concept I would be nothing only to live one more day having to think about, `` when will I die.'' The night of my death I had a dream, a vision of sorts. I woke up at ten and saw flashes of screens like HDTVs or Cinema projects head towards me. I saw friends, crying. I saw friends giving me reassurances. I saw the happiest moments of my life and all the loves ones who contributed to them. I did not know how to explain it. Worried about my impending death at midnight, I took my sleeping pills and went back to bed; the best way to worry is not to think we are taught all our life. I lived that way all my life. Now, it is morning and I am still here. The house is empty, my parents are gone and I can not find them. I step outside my front door, it is seven in the morning and there are no children heading to school. A dog walks by down the street and barks at me. Through the sound of his bark, I hear, `` welcome home.'' The dog runs towards me and starts to change form into a human. `` Welcome, you have died this is the Purgatory. That Tattoo will be removed like all of us who have left that Fascist hell hole to live eternally.'' I look shocked at him understanding, that vision was my life flashing before my very eyes. I am, in fact, dead. `` You came at the best time to the Purgatory. We are here preparing to invade the fascist empires before the Totalitarian Conservatives complete their plan of making it pure poverty and pain. Trust, the Mayan Calander was not wrong 2012 is the end of History for that place and the beginning of ours. We are the Resistance''
[ WP ] Star Wars flopped at the box office , however now it is a cult classic . Write a story about the new Star Wars netflix series .	`` Ugh, those noobs...'' I pushed my glasses up my nose and reached for the popcorn. Gluten free of course - I have a celiac disorder. I honestly did n't know how to feel about the new series. I'd been there from the beginning. I'd watched Princess Leia fall in love with Han Solo, all while hating his guts. I'd experienced the joy that was Padme and Anakin. I'd seen the transformations of each character and felt their pains, their happiness, their losses. No one else had cared. In fact, I was the victim of harsh bullying for wearing t-shirts with the characters hand painted, Brady Bunch style. And now that Netflix had found their cash cow, everyone was in love. Its not ok to say `` I liked it first! I watched it years ago!'' That makes you the noob. It is ok, however to come in on someone else's con-territory dressed as obscure characters and pretend to know their life story. Leia is a strong woman, not a sex symbol you animals! The credits were rolling, I'd better shut up. What the hell? This was not John Williams' intro! Williams' music came from the soul, it was rich and deep and heavy. This.... garbage... was a cheap synthesizer! Ok... let it go, do n't let it bother you. There's still 30 minutes of pilot... As usual, it started out with a starry galaxy. It was a very realistic sky, I'll give them that. The camera panned to the left to show a partially completed Death Star O great, heeeere we go... `` Lets see how they fuck this up'' At least they were n't trying to redo the original trilogy. A C-3 passenger liner flew towards the screen. If the Imperial March played, this was going down a dark path. Sadly, it did n't so I knew exactly what this would be. This was a feel-good rom-com. The good guys, led by a girl who would wear pants because she's `` different'', would fall in love while having quirky adventures around the galaxy. It would n't be a Luke/Leia love; these two would be true love with snarky quips. The group is going to consist mainly of humans, 1 alien and 1-2 robots. Based on the music and the fact that the screen panned to the protagonists, a scruffy looking girl in pants, a twiggy guy, a robot and a Rylothian. Probably the character with the hardened heart that would later open up. Ooooof course They were standing in a hallway, the girl at the head, shooting at Stormtroopers, who, as usual, missed every shot. `` Why am I subjecting my self to this... noobery?!'' I could feel my blood pressure rising as I spoke. I reminded myself that all of the movies were now available on Netflix, though not the original versions. Puppet Jabba was so much better than this new CGI and Hayden Christensen's face on his ghost was just unnecessary... Dare I say disrespectful? I could n't take this. I gathered my Star Wars paraphernalia and turned off the hell that polluted my television. Why would I do this to myself? As I made my way upstairs I cursed George Lucas' once holy name for selling out to Netflix and abandoning his loyal fans that had supported him when no one else had. My mom first showed my the crappy trilogy when I was 7. 25 years wasted on a sellout! How much money had I shelled out so I could look like Leia for comic cons? Obi-Wan?! How much time had my mom spent at my school defending my choice to carry a Star Wars backpack? I mean, thank god for Ebay when I wanted things that could n't be made, haha, but damn you George! I threw everything on the floor and kicked my way to the bed. Throwing the galaxy blanket to the floor, I began to cried myself to sleep, cursing what I had once loved. Hope... I should have hope.
[ OT ] Looking for writers to help me create stories for my post-apocalytic fantasy realm	dude waht yes okay count me in yes me me please yes i am much excitement for this. Really, though, this is almost exactly what I've been looking for. I'm not sure I want to create another account, though. I mostly just want to know more, so I can get started brainstorming and have some ideas to toy with or let ferment. Oh, and by the way, I love the philosophy you have behind this idea - you can create something a lot more rich and a lot more truthful by not presenting it as just this assumed-to-be-objective single thing. I feel like each perspective, each approach to truth, is equally honest and entirely truthful, even if incompatible with every other perspective. Kind of like a post-modern mindset. Not to mention that this method allows a lot more creative freedom, potential for more nuanced and inventive characters, and presents something as huge and intangible as some strange new, post-apocalyptic world through the eyes of real individuals as they experience it, making it a little easier to feel and grasp, more compelling, I guess. It's an admirable goal for an exciting project, and I'm hella hyped. Anyway, so yeah, cheers or kudos to you and stuff. I definitely want to hear more from you whenever.
[ WP ] Horrid creatures from below the surface finally emerge . Chaos ensues .	I remember when they arrived. Everyone does. I mean, how could anyone have missed it? A giant hole opening up in downtown L.A., tentacled monstrosities pouring out, millions of people being driven insane and consumed by beings of pure evil. When the first images surfaced on the internet, we could n't believe what we saw. But we had to. There was no denying it, these creatures were real. The first pictures showed ones that had been killed. They took on a distorted appearance due to the fact that acidic immersion was one of the few ways to kill them. Do n't ask me how they did it back then, I have no idea. They were named Underbeasts. Silly name in my opinion, but it was not inaccurate. In terms of appearance, they resembled a cross between an octopus and a spider. Eight spiked tentacles served as means of both locomotion and manipulation. Who knows how many innocent people lost their lives to impalement on those wicked limbs... Their flesh was capable of hardening and softening depending on the circumstance. They looked at their victims through soulless black eyes, not unlike shark's eyes. Despite their bestial appearance, they had highly complex brains. Aspects of their cognition are still a mystery, such as their ability to instill panic, fear, and paranoia in their victims through mere proximity. The closer one got to an Underbeast, the more insane one became. They would either commit outright suicide or allow themselves to be consumed. Either way, the Underbeasts would kill and consume any living thing they could find. California was evacuated. Then the whole west coast. Then every state west of the Rocky Mountains. The government was n't taking any chances. Targeted nuclear strikes along the entire west coast sealed off all of the holes that had opened up since their first arrival. Nuclear fire seemed to work as well as acidic immersion, so the government continued dropping bombs, doing fly-overs, dropping more bombs, doing more fly-overs. They did that until there were no Underbeasts left and all human structures had been reduced to radioactive dust. We're still dealing with the fallout of those days, both political and radioactive.
[ WP ] Birthmarks show the wounds that caused you to die in your previous life . Someone investigates old murders through looking at birthmarks , a birthmark-detective .	The hardest problem was even if we reincarnated instantly it still took years to track down possibles and examine them. It was all voluntary, not to many parents were keen on letting a grown man examine their children naked for the off chance they were marked. So by the time you could convince one they were 18 and it was a cold case, the former victim well in the ground. So that left the unfortunate funnel straight to the worst; a baby born with huge scars, massive sexual injury, holes clean through their chest. The one kindness God provided was it was always superficial, never effecting the inner workings. But that did n't stop them from learning to hate themselves and what once happened to them. Depression, drugs, sex and suicide. The scars run deeper than the skin admits. Nothing can fix the truly innocent damned. But closing the case can help them get ready for the next life. That's why I trudge along. Not for the dead vessel, but the living one and the yet to come.
[ WP ] Writing challenge : Write a character who devolves into madness , and narrate his mind . The challenge ? His mind has to be completely rational and understandable .	Hey! Yes you, yes. You. Reading this journal. I do n't know english You know, i know a litte, but very poor. Why I am doing this journal in English? Because They do n't know english too, at least I know that. Who are they? They're my mind. Fragmented. In a Civil War. Picture a blodbath made of pieces of you. * Every memory, emotion, ideia or dream you have. Is in a constant figth I do n't know how much the Kingdom of Myself will last. Somebody, please, who receive this bootle. I am traped in the Tower of Despair. Help me.
[ WP ] It 's the year 2300 , a young child asks a museum curator , `` Sir , why is the Declaration of Independence held together by masking tape ? ``	`` Sir, why is the Declaration of Independence held together by masking tape? `` the child asked pointing to the glass case that held the yellowed and ragged-edged document, the text just barely a wisp of red iron-oxide, looking like blood on old evidence. `` What is your name son?'' the guard asked. `` Dorian,'' the boy replied, brushing a strand of dark hair out of his pale gray eyes. He was wearing the posh prep-school uniform of Saint Thomas More Academy. `` Well, Dorian,'' the guard replied, taking off his glasses and looking the boy in the eyes, `` Can you keep a secret?'' `` Yes sir,'' the boy replied, `` I keep plenty of secrets.'' `` Well,'' the old man continued, `` every time our country does something horrible, violates the principles in this document, it develops a smudge or a tear. Sometimes a letter fades away. Sometimes whole sentences disappear. The document never falls apart, it just keeps getting uglier and uglier. Some people think it is magic.'' `` Where do all the rips come from?'' the boy asked. `` This one,'' the guard said, pointing to a taped rip in the upper left hand corner, `` happened back in April of 1975 when the Vietnam War ended. It had probably been there since 1955, but it broke open in 1975.'' `` And this one?'' Dorian asked, pointing to one in the middle that tore into the text itself. `` Ah,'' the guard said, `` that one happened sometime around 2002 when the U.S. tried to waterboard a guy and say that it was n't torture. You notice those liquid splotches all over the document.'' `` Yes,'' the boy said, `` Someone spill coffee on it?'' `` No,'' the guard said, `` they magically appeared later on in 2015. We had them tested and they contain the DNA of the former Vice President Dick Cheney. From the chemical analysis it appears to be urine.'' `` Gross,'' the boy replied. `` Yep,'' the guard agreed, `` About every nasty sin of this country ends up here on this document. I figure it keeps the country together while this document falls apart. Sometimes it mends itself some. That is where the tape comes from. Once there is a tear or some damage, it never heals itself quite right.'' `` Mr. Grey?'' a stern female voice, `` Please stay with the class.'' `` Thank you, sir.'' Dorian replied. `` No, son, thank you! Remember this old document and how it barely is holding together. I'd hate to think what happens when it finally rips apart after 524 years.'' The guard turned, tears in his eyes. He took off his cap, exposing a small remaining shock of red hair. Five-hundred-and-twenty years he had guarded this document, over half a millennium since he wrote the thing and imbued it with the magic that had caused his damnation in order to save his country. He read the line again. `` We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal...'' it had n't faded completely yet.
[ WP ] It is a medieval future , 200 years from now . We have lost power and knowledge of technology . All but you .	Frozen Dinner Its the first day of 2215. That ’ s one hundred and fifty years after it all came tumbling down. Not many can still tell you the year. I know it because I ’ ve been keeping track, one mark on the rotted out wall of my shelter. Most people don ’ t keep track of years or time anymore. Used to be that there were seasons. Made it easy to tell the years apart for us and our ancestors. Summer came and summer went, that was the year. Between those the trees changed or the weather changed, it was easy to tell change when you could see it. Now nothing changes and there aren ’ t any trees left. Winter never passes. The only thing that changes on January first these days is a new mark on the rotted wooden wall of my shelter. To most everyone and everything outside those walls, there are no years. There are no seasons. Just a blinding white expanse on all sides of you. A wasteland of stagnation and frostbite. Any civilized bit of humanity is long gone–frozen and buried under the snowdrift of some six generations. Nothing remains of the past–except for me. I ’ ve whiled away the decades in relative peace. I live out on the pacific ice sheet. No one bothers me out here. Sometimes I have to lay low when the mainland armies–from Asia or America–come galavanting across the frozen oceans intent on conquering the other. It ’ s an arduous journey, brought on by the rumors both sides spread amongst themselves, stories of “ warm countries across the ice. ” The hope of warmth is enough to cross an ocean. Of course they all end up dead. They meet their fate early in the middle of the Pacific, or they die on the other side of the ocean, confused and scared fighting for a land just as frozen a hellhole as the homeland they spent a year marching from. There are no warm countries, but they keep sending the armies. Like I said, hope keeps a man going even if it shouldn ’ t. That ’ s why I keep going at least. Just as I keep the time, I keep the memory of time. There ’ s not much I can do with it. Once I lived on the mainland, out in California, it ’ s where I was when the winter came. I had my surgery there too, up at Berkeley. A few decades after the winter I ’ d go from town to town–then little more than brown specks scattered across the snowscape. I ’ d suppose the towns are smaller nowadays, always seemed like there were more people dropping dead than there were babies being born. So I ’ d go to these towns, one up where the redwoods used to be for instance. All that remained of those great trees were palisades built to keep enemies away. Usually they ’ d let me through. I ’ d have to give them half of my meat though. I ’ d try to teach them of the old world, to share my memories of how it was. Failing that I ’ d just teach them the basics: some construction, how to forge metal, how to work a kiln, how to make alcohol. The poor bastards barely even had a grasp of language anymore, I had to speak in pantomime to communicate. Every tribe had their own set of grunts. It ’ d be futile to even try to learn the many languages of even California. They ’ d gawked at the little bits of metal sticking out of my arms and head. I ’ d grab an ingot of iron–or a handful of ore depending on how regressed this particular society was. I ’ d close my eyes and then hold the iron to my chest and open them up again. Healed by metal is what I meant to get across. Not sure if I could ever impart upon them fully the nature of the tangled mess of wetwire and hardwire that was my “ condition. ” Well it would always end the same way with the tribes. They ’ d do what I ’ d tell them and they ’ d be happy enough for a time. They ’ d give me some meat in return, from some of their livestock captured from some other enemy tribe. Often I ’ d recognize a few of the poor saps in the livestock cages, previous friends of mine from the other villages I had made the rounds too. I felt sorry for them of course, but this was the way of the world. Of all God ’ s creatures and plants, only man was clever–or cruel–enough to survive the winter. And man survived only by eating his brothers. Besides the solitude, food was why I lived on the crossroads of armies. I ’ d get the stragglers or the weak that would break off from the main body and get lost in the snow. Hundreds would die crossing the Pacific ice sheet, it was a guarantee. So I ’ d tail them and drag the frozen bodies across the ice back to my shelter and pack them under some ice. I ’ ve got a hardier constitution than most on account of my “ condition. ” The taste wasn ’ t so good but I could eat it, all it took was the little nuclear reactor in my chest to cook the stuff. But not too much, only enough to thaw it, any more and it was a waste of power. Human sashimi I guess. Icky stuff when one grants it some thought. But thinking is a luxury. Thinking comes second these days, first is survival. Back in California, with the tribes I ’ d do my best to “ educate them ” in some futile attempt to bring thinking back into the equation. To rebuild the human spirit from the ground up. Ironically all they cared about was ground up human. So they ’ d forget what I had taught them in a matter of days, and after that they ’ d stop being so hospitable and they ’ d kick me back out into the ice. One hundred years of this. One hundred years of trying and failing. Until finally I gave up and joined a intrepid army of adventurers from what used to be Newport–of all fucking places–in their journey across the Pacific ice sheet. In that time of despair, I came to subscribe to the rumors. I too would give anything to feel some warmth again. So I packed up and prepared to set out. Out to the “ warm country ” across the ice where hot springs kept the surface warm, where water flowed instead needing to be melted. The army ended up starving somewhere out near Catalina. I lived amongst the broken remnants for awhile–I made a shelter there from bones and rags and food wasn ’ t a problem. Then I packed up all I could on a sled and set out across the ice to Hawaii. Paradise turned out to be just as bleak as the rest of the world. It was deserted, the population hadn ’ t been large enough to support a sizable cannibal population for more than fifty years or so. Even the largest groups of humans would eventually die out, cannibalism couldn ’ t sustain us forever, soon enough the world would belong to just one starving man. What I did find was smoke on the horizon, a Chinese army marching through the ice. I hid out a ways and let them pass. They stayed a while before moving on east to the Americas, looking for their own warm paradise of course. That ’ s when I discovered that the islands of Hawaii had become a landmark in the pacific, where armies stopped to get their bearings before marching on to their doom. So now I live off the coast of Hawaii. I watch, as as every year or two a army comes from west or east. Off of their wounded or weak I survive to live another day. More armies come, following their disappeared brothers, hoping to succeed where they failed. Hoping just to be warm again. Warmth doesn ’ t exist anymore. It doesn ’ t exist here nor there, the only warmth on the ice my radioactive heart. It burns on and on, powered by uranium and misplaced hope. My flesh is weak and old, but the machine built in 2065 runs on. The machine will run on indefinitely. But eventually the part of me that is a man will die. I will die as soon as there are not enough fools or dreamers left in the world to cross the ice. Until then I wait and keep to my memories. I remember the sun on my face, I remember the feeling of grass on my feet, and I remember how it felt to come home to my wife and my son. All of that is gone and buried under the snowfall of a thousand winters. Of that old storied place, only I remain. And perhaps, not even I remain. I have betrayed nature by my survival, and I can ’ t say why. Why don ’ t I join my family under the ice? Why do I prolong my life in this frozen hell? Maybe the man is long dead after so many new years, and only the machine remains, convincing itself of its own saccharine humanity through a most ironic diet of human flesh. I live to remember. Memories so distant that I have forgotten their colors or sounds or faces. But I cling onto them. I reenact them in my head, day in and day out. From the profoundest moments of my life to the most mundane, I remember. To die would be to forget. To become wrapped up in a snowdrift and made into a frozen meal. A harder chew than most meals at least, but devoured all the same. A shapeless addition to the blank white face of the earth we killed.
[ WP ] People have powers based on their strongest emotion , and become stronger as they embrace it . Healers might draw power from love or empathy , warriors ; anger or self preservation , etc . You draw power from being incredibly sassy .	And so it was, that when Meister P finally burst into the throne room, he feared he was too late, for a scene of utter carnage lay before him. At the far end, the Grand Vizier, bursting with foul and bestial magic, stood atop the throne, cackling with unrestrained glee. “ No! ” Meister P yelled, running to the fallen bodies of his comrades, smouldering husks upon the cold, granite floor. “ Varyan! You ’ re the strongest warrior this land has ever seen! Stand, stand and fight! ” Shaking, trembling, Varyan lifted his head weakly to meet Meister P ’ s eyes. “ Forgive me, I am too… scared to fight… ” “ Impossible! ” Meister P yelled. “ Where ’ s the raging bull I know? Summon your anger, your temper, unbridle it all! Against a hundred men you could stand, what is one black cruel wizard? ” “ It ’ s no use, ” wheezed Lelial, “ the dark one ’ s curses are entwined in us. Varyan can no more brawl than I can heal even the smallest laceration now. He sees only that which he truly fears, and in the face of fear, his anger has no ground to take root... ” Meister P rushed to Lelial ’ s side, and caressed her head in his lap. “ Not you too… Open your eyes, I beg you, I beseech! Heal us with your songs, spirit away our pain, and maybe we ’ ll be able to withstand… ” “ You don ’ t understand, ” whimpered Lelial, “ the Grand Vizier… his woven illusions are too strong. I tried healing Varyan, but I couldn ’ t see his face, I only saw my enemies in his place. How then could I summon the empathy I need to heal? I am helpless too… ” A thunderclap burst through the throne room as a streak of black lightning struck not five feet from where Meister P stood. “ Fools! Imbeciles! ” bellowed the Grand Vizier. “ You stand before me and whine? I am the Grand Vizier, master of illusions, and I know that my powers overwhelm all that you can offer! My confidence is my overwhelming font of power! The kingdom is mine! ” Meister P calmly stood up, and turned to face the Grand Vizier. “ You ’ re wrong. I am still here, and with these three Artifacts of Power, I will cast you down. ” “ Three…. Artifacts of Power? You mean… the copper necklace around your neck? The wrinkled moth-eaten scarf on your shoulders? Your wooden… cane? ” The Grand Vizier laughed, long and hard, then, in a flash, sprang forward like a loosened bull, straight for the jugular… … and Meister P ’ s voice, like a heated knife through animal fat, rang out through the hall, mustering strength, growing from a lone wolf ’ s howl to a cacophony, a typhoon of sonic energy. As the words spilled forth, the copper necklace shimmered with light, and radiantly burst into a giant, gaudy chain of the finest gold, with a medallion at the end, embossed with “ M.P. ”. *I ’ m a raging rhymer, I no need no timer To cook these tunes to pacify ya When I ’ m done you be there all angry hatin ’ While I ’ m here just sitting back and masturbatin ’ And you can wait all night cause I ’ ll never tire* “ What, what sorcery is this! ” yelled the Grand Vizier, throwing his hands up to shield against the piercing light reflecting off the Medallion of Rebellion. The rays burned clean through the Grand Vizier ’ s illusions, tearing away his defences. But Meister P was not done. No, he had barely started. His tempo, unbroken, built and raged, and the energies coursed through him like waters released from a broken dam. The unseemly textile around his shoulders twisted violently, leaping around like an angry whip, then burst into flames as the textile unwound into the pinkest, fluffiest, hundred-foot long feather boa ever seen. *You come into my lands all direspectin ’ Here ’ s some facts that you need be checkin ’ Whoa whoa whoa did you think that you ’ re a big guy? Well then let me notify, and clarify Before your fool ass makes us all be chucklin ’ * “ Noooo… ” was all the Grand Vizier could manage, as the Flaming Boa of Style whipped through the air, beating him into submission on the ground. Feathers filled the air, but the ancient Artifact remained as fluffy as ever. Meister P raged on, hard. As he raised his wooden cane in the air, the wood blackened rapidly, as if the fires of hell had leapt up to consume it. Then, almost as quickly as it had turned black, the cane whitened, and pieces of ash flaked off, trailing through the air like dandelions upon the summer winds. The cane was no simple cane no more, as its true golden nature shone through, every inch inlaid with fat, ripened jewels and rubies. At its top, where Meister P wielded it, was a diamond so large, it beggared belief that the gods could ever craft something so pure. *Scat you rat, just pack up and go Ain ’ t no room for ya when I ’ m in flow Your powers are weak you ’ re thin and reedy Come back maybe after your puberty Then perhaps with me you can finally tango* Meister P towered over the Grand Vizier, slithering on the floor, defeated, defenestrated, and Meister P resolutely plunged the Bitchin ’ Cane of Cool right into the devil ’ s heart. And so it was, that once again, sassy won the day. -- - [ /r/rarelyfunny ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/rarelyfunny/ )
[ WP ] You pull off your headphones and the whole world shifts . You 're now sitting in a futuristic mall of some kind with a VR headset in your hands and a smiling clipboard-wielding woman asking about `` the Virtual Life Experience™ '' . The problem : your `` Virtual Life '' is the only one you can remember .	Helena simply smiled at Rhadika, and bounced up some on her tippy toes. “ It was great right? ” said Helena. She moved the clipboard down, and adjusted her hair. “ Now we noticed that you hadn ’ t signed the waiver form prior to entering in just a few minutes ago, so if you ’ d please just sign right here. ” Rhadika stood up, in a shaking horror. She had to balance herself on the leather chair, she was so weak in the knees. She looked at the rows of other smiling customers, with their Virtual Life Experience headsets on. She saw the readouts of their ages beside their bodies. Five years were passing by each minute. “ The hell did you just call me? ” asked Rhadika. “ So please just sign right here Rhadika, ” said Helena. She smiled real bright. “ I saw you had a great time, your readout showed your experiences from kindergarten all the way through 35 years old was a dream come true on our charts. We hope you ’ ll come back sometime to the VR Experience, the original alternate reality. ” “ I ’ m Stephanie, ” said Rhadika. “ Uhh nope, ” said Helena. She pulled up her license information on a hologram. The VR Experience team always kept it on file before people took the dive into their alternate worlds. “ Right there, Rhadika Jantzen. ” “ No, no, ” said Rhadika, grabbing her hair, and watching the elderly couple hover around the mall. They looked ancient. She watched them hover to a store across the hall, of a youth regeneration shop. “ I ’ m Stephanie. ” “ Nope, nope that was your VR Experience life, ” said Helena, still smiling really bright. It was starting to freak Rhadika out. “ If you want to dive back into that life, it ’ ll be just a few million dollars more. ” “ WHAT, ” shouted Rhadika. “ Sorry, ” said Helena, smiling. She typed something into a hologram calculator. “ Sorry, sorry, you ’ re still thinking in 2017 dollars not 2258 dollars. That ’ s basically the equivalent of a Bone Fish Grill dinner from that time period, according to what we ’ ve got written here for comparison. ” Rhadika wandered out into the hall. Helena followed her with a clipboard, but tried not to make a scene. Rhadika looked up at the flying cars zooming past overhead, and the great moons surrounding the planet. She wasn ’ t even sure it was Earth anymore. Helena whispered into the air. “ I think I might have a problem, ” whispered Helena. She listened to something in her ear, or some technology feeding directly into her head. Her eyes went slightly white. “ No, no she ’ s not all the way gone. She just really hasn ’ t tuned back into this reality, I thought we had the new system updated for the transitions. ” Helena ’ s eyes stayed white, and she listened a moment. Then she let out a freaked out whisper. “ What the hell do you MEAN those systems didn ’ t update overnight? I have over a hundred people under right now. ” “ My husband plays for the Lakers, ” said Rhadika, as she saw some children floating around on their shoes, and dunking on 100 foot basketball hoops. There were thirty other kids in the game too, tackling each other into foam walls, with a referee wearing all blue floating alongside them. “ We live in a mansion, it ’ s amazing, we have three beautiful daughters, I have a FAMILY. ” Rhadika fell to the ground and injured her kneecaps. She writhed on the ground in a confused agony. Helena walked over to Rhadika, and hovered a wand over her kneecap. It was fine in seconds. “ See that all better Rhadika, ” said Helena, smiling much more fake now, and watching a couple others in the VR Experience store waking up. “ Okay, so right here sweetheart? If you will? Everybody else signs the papers, it ’ s standard procedure. I don ’ t know how I let yours slip through this morning, there was such a rush we ’ re understaffed, and I ’ m a slightly less updated android so please forgive me that Rhadika. ” “ I ’ M NOT RHADIKA, ” shouted Rhadika. “ I ’ M NOT… I ’ m… I ’ m.. ” Rhadika stood up, and felt fine. She stared in horror at the wand in Helena ’ s hand. She stole the wand from her hand. Rhadika found a glass window there, and punched through it. She bled all over. She used the wand. The cuts on her hand vanished into scabs, then into clean, healthy skin. Healthier than before. “ I ’ m, ” whispered Rhadika. She looked at the whole new world in front of her. “ I ’ m.. ” she gripped Helena by the wrist, and stared at her shiny shoes. “ Please take me back.. Back to that time. ” Helena calmly ushered Rhadika back into the VR Experience facilities. Helena watched in horror at the others waking up. “ I will Stephanie, ” said Helena, visibly shaken. “ Sign here, and here, and here and here, and you ’ ll be there for the next two hours. ” Rhadika did all she was told, and quietly stole back into her lies.
[ WP ] After a night of drinking you wake up in bed naked next to a person that you do not recognize and at the foot of the bed there is a camera on a tripod recording you .	The music was filling my body, I had to let myself go at this moment. I feel myself flying across the dance floor, But i have the itching sensation that somebody is watching me. Whatever The bartender sends me shot after shot, putting me into a trance. I scope the club looking for something to take home. Daaaaamn, everybody is looking fine tonig- That's the last thing i remember. Cmon dig deeper, there's no way you coulda blacked out The woman laying next to me was n't bad looking at least, I had to give myself some props. Really. I do. The last one i brought home nearly induces vomit every time i think about her. I sit up, and a grin spreads across my face. The blinking red light reminded me everything, It also signified a fat ass check. Though, i left it on all night so that would require some amount of editing. Ahh, well I jump out of bed and fumble for my boxers. I quickly hide the camera and tripod in my closet and throw on a tanktop from the top of my dirty clothes pile, I only wore it once, for fucks sake. The living room had that dark roast coffee smell i look forward to every morning. `` Hey, whatsup Dave! You got another video ready to go i'm guessing?'' I smiled. `` Hell yeah, let me take care of something real quick. Then we'll edit it and upload it to the site.'' I went back into my room and grabbed my phone. Scrolling down my list of contacts, i found the number i was looking for. `` Too-fast Taxicab Service'' Used to be number 1 on speedial `` Hey Ignacio, I'd like a cab to my place. Yes sir, the usual drop off. I'll give you your payment later today.'' Another flawless victory I nudge the girl on the bed. `` Hey darling, You need to get up. Your rides almost here.'' She groaned, `` Wait, What?'' I gave her a sharp look, and did my best to be polite. The last girl broke about 4 dishes before she stormed out. `` it's just business, darling.''
[ WP ] : And like all other people at all other times , they named their children after the most beautiful things they knew . Water . Sunlight . Safe zone . Uncontaminated .	Life in The Station was hard on a good day, and Hell on a bad one. There was n't much food left, water was getting harder and harder to come by, and ever since The Elder died, The Station had fallen into in-fighting and tribalism. Ratcatcher, Iron Skin and Firebird were all vying for power as The Station died around them. The Station used to have fifty people in it. Now the number was down to thirty, and Firebird was even talking of taking her band of followers and leaving The Station altogether. Water was n't going to let that happen. His dad had been a Boss, and he'd taught Water the importance of staying united. Individuals died from Rot, but people lived on and endured. And on his fathers name, Water was n't going to let The Station die. Even if it meant killing a Boss and taking apart her entire tribe. Meanwhile, out in the wastes, Safe Zone and Sunlight were making their way through the Dead Apple, picking through the ruins to try and find something to eat and drink. Ideally, they'd be able to find something to plant or raise. something more long term then canned goods. Safe Zone had been a stalker since he was a teenager. He never really got people like his brother Water did. He much preferred to be alone and as far from other people as humanly possible. He bore the scars from several adventures that had almost killed him. Half his face had been burned off by a Precursor war-machine last winter, his skin was grey from residual levels of Rot in his system, and he was blind in one eye. But he knew the Dead Apple like the back of his hand, and if anyone could find something to eat, it was him. Sunlight was n't a stalker like her brother, but he needed someone to come with him and help carry back food. Sunlight was a damn good shot with a rifle, and she had studied under The Elder, learning medicine and how to read. So she was the brains of the operation, someone who could read Precursor and might even be able to suss out food that Safe Zone could n't find. Back in The Station, Water had gathered up a few things before going to confront Firebird. He'd also found a few people that were pissed off at Firebird. Old grudges, new grudges, old debts, new debts, and some people who did n't want to see a Boss leave and hurt The Station. Water had also scared up a few scrap weapons. Old rails that had been shaped into cudgels, scrap metal that had been shaped into knuckle dusters, and a spare pipe-gun that had been overlooked. Water was joined by six other people, and his brother, Uncontaminated. Uncontaminated was a massive mountain of a man. He stood head and shoulders above everyone else in The Station and he had a penchant for violence and hurting people that suited his muscular frame well. He was simple, and had a hard time with words and complex ideas. But he was protected by his family, more so mentally then physically, and none of the three Bosses dared to try and sway Uncontaminated to their side. Boss Iron Spine's legacy had lived on after he died. He fathered four children that learned all he taught them, and honored his legacy. It would take a miracle to save The Station, but Water, Safe Zone, Sunlight, and Uncontaminated were going to do their damnedest to save their home and do their father proud.
[ WP ] `` Can I buy just one bullet ? ''	`` Can you buy just what now?'' `` Just the one bullet'' `` This one right? This one right here? `` Yes, the one all by its lonesome'' `` Well, you see, this is the only bullet of its type in the world. It costs a for-'' `` Poor thing. Must be lonely being all lonely by itself, there. You know what? I should buy it. I have n't done my good deed today. How much, Mister Bulletnator?'' `` Seventy thousand euros, sir. My name is Maxim, it is right here on my name tag.'' `` Hmmm... That's quite an investment to make for my good deed of the day... I mean, there is only three hours left in the day, but still.'' `` Quite an investment indeed. This bullet can pierce through any material, and slay any monster in a single flash. It is called God's Arrow.'' `` Listen here, Bulletor. I did n't come here to buy an arrow. I came here, to buy a bullet. This is the Bullet Brick, not the Arrow Brick. Now are you going to sell me this bullet for a reasonable price, or am I going to have to leave here without doing my good deed of the day?'' `` The price is seventy thousand euros. This is non-negotiable. I'm quite sorry sir, but I am not responsible for these prices. If you are not going to purchase anything, it would be wise not to cause trouble. Bullets are very inexpensive for the staff. We are not afraid to use them.'' Well, shit. I guess my roughhousing idea did n't work. The jig is up. I motioned for Adina. I ran and ducked under the counter. A rocket crashed through the window and hit Maxim square in his gentlemanly head. I snatched God's Arrow and made a run for it. I did n't want to have to do this. Adina is not going to stop nagging about my plan not working. As I exited the Bullet Brick, I jumped in our jeep. That god damn smug face Adina had almost made me load the god damn one bullet and use it on her right there. Unfortunately, we had bigger fish to fry. As the only two mercenaries capable of facing the organization, we had the world to save.
[ WP ] So , the space-time continuum walks into a bar ...	“ Yo ’ Dot! Looking Good! ” The single point winked at me, and I gave her one of my sly grins. Yep. I tapped that. I couldn ’ t help it. The swagger felt good as I ponied up to the bar and flagged down the Eighth for a couple shots of bourbon. “ How ’ s it bendin ’, ” the Eight Dimension asked, pouring me a couple fingers of the Basil Hayden he kept behind the bar just for me. “ Meh ’. ” I shrugged. “ You know how it is. One minute your nothing, next you ’ re the best thing since sliced bread. ” “ Another Big Bang? ” the Eighth asked. I nodded. “ Just don ’ t tell Twelve. ” Eighth motioned as if he was zipping his lips. “ Yo ’, yo ’, yo ’ Space-eeeeee, ” a disjointed annoying voice creaked next to me. “ Wan na get Blasted? Wan na go round? ” Line, the epitome of all things wrong with infinity, was always trying to get me to run some coke. “ Try a Circle jerk, I haven ’ t got time for that, ” I picked up my glass sliding off the bar bench. “ Whadda ya ’ talking about? That ’ s all you got! Time! ” He called. I ignore him, just grateful he didn ’ t follow me. I avoided the Seventh, Eleventh and Thirteenth dimensions who were just hanging around in the back corner, gloating about being in the prime. I threw dot another wink. Primes had nothing on her. The only thing better was nothing. Literally. I shuddered at that thought; that memory. Now that woman, Nothing, was wild. She could spice things up and wreck your world, but – well, you better be prepared to lose it all with her. Still, from what I remember, a night with her was almost worth it. Almost. I slid into an empty chair before realizing who was at the table next to me. Third and fourth were giving each other the cold shoulder. “ Another argument? ” I asked. Both shot me cool glares. I had learned my lesson years ago. Maybe they ’ d be better off divorced, but they were still trying to make it work. The other dimension kept looking at me and I could see them considering. Dot kept her distance, but she wasn ’ t the only one I ’ d had affairs with – almost all had ended poorly. Dot and I had worked through it, no we were more like friends with benefits. It was fun. She was fun, but I was here for some more … substantial companionship tonight. I could feel them all turn as my date entered. They would be silently drooling at her lanky form; eyes watering with lust. Even Dot. As she strolled across the floor, conversations began again. Her name whispered on all their lips. “ Good Evening, Spacey. ” Her silky seductive voice seemed to hush their conversations. I could feel every dimension leaning towards us, trying to listen in on the conversation. Wondering what she saw in me. Looking up, I took another sip of my bourbon and kicked her chair out so she could slide in across from. “ Good evening, ” I sighed at the Multiverse. “ Can I buy you a drink? ”
[ WP ] A female adventurer keeps accidentally rescuing princesses who expect `` The hero gets the girl ''	The heavy wooden door exploded inwards with a bang, splinters flying everywhere. The hostages all looked expectantly towards the door. It was only a matter of time before their big musclebound rescuer came in and dispatched the gun toting maniacs who took them prisoner. An attractive blonde female hostage whispered to her equally attractive fellow hostage and whispered. `` I knew he'd come for us!'' She sighs heavily, thinking of her muscular retired cop boyfriend whose partner had been brutally cut down recently. He got so upset that he stopped shaving while he hunted down his killers. Somehow he never grew more than a five O' clock shadow. The same men that had killed her boyfriends partner had taken her hostage. She just knew he would come for them. The killers are whispering nervously to themselves. Suddenly a smoke grenade rolls into the room and starts emitting fog with a sharp hiss. The killers whispering rises to a frantic screaming punctuated by the occasional shotgun blast. Finally..silence. A dark shape walks towards the two women, handcuffed to a railing. The shape is a little skinnier than the blonde hostage thought it would be. Wait a minute... `` Your not Brad..'' She says sharply `` You're welcome.'' The very female SWAT team member responds pointedly. `` I mean I do n't mean to seem ungrateful..'' She starts `` No, No, No by all means go on about how you expected your alcoholic boyfriend to bust in here and kill not ten, not twenty, not even thirty, but FORTY, Cartel gunmen.'' `` Well it's just.. where the hell is Brad?'' She asks. `` Last time I checked, crying over a glass of scotch and a picture of his dead partner.'' The female cop says. `` Oh..that's..'' `` Exactly how a normal human being should react to losing his best friend?'' `` Well now I really do n't appreciate that tone..'' The blonde hostage mutters quietly. `` Every god damn time!'' The female cop yells walking back out through the shattered hallway. `` Is she gon na come back and uncuff us?''
[ WP ] It is extremely hard to come out of the closet when your last name is 'Gay ' .	Ross' heart beat against the insides of his chest. Today was the day. Dropping hints was n't enough. Ross knew he needed to say the words. It did n't matter how many times he shrugged when his parents asked about a girl interest. It did n't matter how many times he brought Pete over. It did n't matter how many times he left fashion catalogs open around the house, or how he deliberately made sure to take extra long when prepping his hair, or how he slipped in feminine gestures at restaurants or at the movies. His parents were going to make him say it. His father was going to make him say it. Ross exited his bedroom. Fifteen steps to the end of the hallway, one flight of stairs, and six steps into the living room where his parents were having a fit over the latest episode of Family Feud separated this horrifying revelation. Ross was at the stairs. He knew how his mother would take it. His father was a wildcard. Even though Ross' family was fairly liberal, right wing idealism plagued Ross' father's family. In other words, Ross uncle, or his father's brother, would have a heart attack upon hearing this news. Ross was at the base of the stairs. But there was no way that his parents did n't know, right? Ross had spent way too long setting this day up to cushion the blow. He had spent way too long dropping hints here and there that no one in their right minds could say they did n't see this day coming. Ross turned the corner into the living room. His parents took their eyes off of the television and looked at their son. `` Ross, you've got to watch this episode! It's a -'' `` I'm gay.'' Silence. Smiles faded. Eyes widened. Cheeks flushed and cheeks burned. Steve Harvey even seemed to get really quiet, as if he had heard Ross from his studio in wherever they film that dumb show. And then a response from Ross' father. `` You're darn right you're gay! And do n't you ever forget it!'' Then back to Family Feud.
[ WP ] You can feel and speak to the soul of every machine you touch .	The printer was filthy. And I'm not talking like dust-on-the-fuser-unit sort of filthy. I'm saying this printer was into some real weird shit. I guess I should've known. I should've known by the brand name and I should've known by that bulky shape and those sharp, masculine edges and that unassuming matte finish that this was gon na be a weird one. And he was. I could've gotten a Canon, or a Xerox, or an Epson, or even an HP if I was desperate enough. I could've gotten any of those, and I'm sure they would've been perfectly respectable machines worth talking to. But instead I'd gotten a Brother. Or, as Chad told me ( and yes, his name was Chad ), you can just call me `` Bro'' . When I first got this superpower, I'd thought it was fantastic. I'd been watching a lot of Marvel shows on Netflix and I thought maybe I could team up with Daredevil and Luke Cage and all these badasses and I could round out the upcoming Defenders team with my newfound ability to talk to machines. Machineface, they'd call me. Although, truth be told, my face did n't look anything like a machine. So maybe they'd call me Machinebrain? Telepathic Machine Magician? I do n't know, none of these had the right ring to them. None of them had substance. La Machina. That's what they would call me. Maybe I'd get a luchador mask, just to really sell it to the Hispanic crowd. La Machina. Fuckin' a. But then I'd met Chad. I'd brought him home with me from the Office Depot and I'd spent the better part of an hour working out his wireless connection while he would n't stop talking, saying `` Bro, bro, just hit the blinking button. I can connect to ANYTHING, you just got ta hit their button at the same time. New technology, bro. Do it, man. Just do it.'' And I'd hit the blinking button and nothing had happened and Chad kept rattling off his wisdom. That was about how the initial setup with Chad had gone and by the end of it I was really wishing I'd gotten a more mild-mannered Epson instead. But it did n't end there. As I said, the printer was filthy. Anytime I came within range where my superpower -- the superpower of La Machina -- took effect, Chad would say some horrible shit to me. `` Hey bro,'' he'd say, and the `` bro'' in `` Brother'' would light up on his touch-screen. `` Hey bro, I hear you got a sexy-ass toaster in the kitchen with smart-toasting enabled. How bout you bring her over here and I'll bluetooth her blue waffles if you know what I mean.'' At the time, I did n't know what he'd meant but I'd googled it and I tell you what, this Bro was filthy. I'd made an attempt to stay away from the corner that Chad dwelt in, but it was n't always possible. And horrifyingly enough, the more I stayed away, the dirtier he seemed to get. There was one day when I had to replace a toner cartridge, and when I -- La Machina -- got within range of Chad, he started mumbling all sorts of horrible shit, like, `` Yeah fill me up with that toner big boy, fill me up, put it in me, put that big black toner cartridge into me.'' Fucking Chad. At one point, I'd had a family meeting with all the other appliances to try and decide what to do. The fridge had been fairly uninterested in the discussion because truth be told, he was old and had no wireless connectivity and so Chad could n't interact with him. The router had been far less unbiased on the situation, as he'd had to deal with every packet of filth that Chad forwarded to him. The toaster, she was just terrified, and she made me promise to never bring her within Bluetooth range of Chad. And so it was decided by myself and the rest of the machines in my apartment that Chad had to go. He was done. It was n't easy for me. I'd had to unplug him as he screamed in agony and I'd had to take him to the electronics recycling place where I could feel his lifeforce leave him as they crushed him up and recovered his capacitors. But I did what I had to do. I did what my superpower demanded of me. With great power comes, well, you know the rest. Fuckin' Daredevil would've been proud.
[ WP ] Social Media platforms are countries/sovereigns , and one day , Tumblr decides to declare war against Reddit . What happens in the war , and who will win ?	Sitting atop the throne as the front page of the Web, alien king snoo meets with the delegates from neighboring social states. His gaze turns to MySpace, an old man trying to return to his glory days by listening to underground music. `` After the exodus of 2007 my people need an infusion of life. Even you king Snoo are guilty of kidnapping our people and holding them, even with extradition order. Hostages are trapped in the desolate circlejerk land you call /r/music. If you do n't agree to release them we will have no choice but to increase our media coverage and propoganda.'' `` Let it be so MySpace, `` Snoo replies with a smirk on his face. `` Everyone knows MySpace is n't going to happen... again so stop trying to make it happen.'' Spy master Facebook smiles as Snoo replies to MySpace which earns him a sour look from his formal rival. General Tumble from Tumblr then addresses King Snoo. `` We are with MySpace, we can no longer host porn openly and you have stolen our people. They now openly expose their shy buttholes in the husk of a Subreddit called /r/gonewild these Wymyn need liberated and freed from the shackles of shit lords like you! Therefore we hereby declare war as it is our right to do passed down by the patriarchy that we despise, fucking pigs.'' Tweet from Twitter has very little to say and avoids contact, hanging out in the corner and hash tagging everything and then making love noises at the councilor from Instagram. King snoo has finally had enough. `` If you wish to declare war, then so be it. White knights please escort these enemies of the state back to their respective embassies.'' A pair of fedora wearing neckbeards come from behind the throne with flowers. `` For you m'lady, you know I'll always be there to make sure assholes like that do n't break your heart.'' One says to Tumble who blushes.
[ WP ] The passenger door of a nearby car opens . A man in the driver 's seat stares and says `` You are not safe on Earth . We must leave immediately . ''	I stare back at the man in the driver's seat. He is tall. Too tall, in fact. His head is big, too. As these details become apparent, it also becomes apparent that this man is not a man. Shit, he does n't even look human! `` Fuck off, freak!'' I shout, throwing my coffee at his bulbous head. The coffee cup sails through the air, its contents pouring out and spilling over the face of the freaky-looking driver and his car. `` HUMAN, HOT LIQUIDS ARE LETH-'' says the man, interrupted by the fact that his face and neck are melting. `` Oh my god, I'm so sorry! The coffee was n't even that hot!'' I say, my voice gripped with panic and regret. Before I can run to the car and try to help, the man has completely liquefied. His clothes are stuck to the seat, pasted there by molten flesh. I fumble for my cell-phone, planning to call 911. It is dead. I keep pressing the power button to no effect, the black screen mocking my panicked mind. As I stand there frustrated, a deep, powerful rumbling begins to rattle and shake the surrounding buildings. It builds in intensity, breaking windows and shattering cinder-blocks. While taking in the destruction, a shadow passes over me. Not just me, but the entire block. I look up. A massive rock is plummeting through the sky, billowing flame. As I struggle to comprehend what I am seeing, the now-liquefied man's words come back to me, You are not safe on Earth. We must leave immediately. He was right. I should have gone with him. Instead, I killed him. The flying rock impacts the earth several miles from where I'm standing. A bright flash of light flares up, then goes dim. The wind around me begins to pick up. It gets stronger and stronger, eventually picking me up and throwing me down the street. I feel myself blacking out as my body slams into the side of a building. Dying, I give in to my regret. He was right. I should have gone with him.
[ WP ] People gather around a camp fire to tell the story of a legend , who actually sits among them .	Me and my friends from high school were always close. But on this one night, something happened that would break the bonds of friendship among us. I would never come to trust anyone again as I had before. Friends who would talk on a constant basis would come to not say another word to one another. Here's what happened. Me ( Darin ), Joseph and Samantha decided to go stargazing one night. We figured since it would be a while before we could see the stars we might as well camp. This all happened on a Saturday if i'm not mistaken, about a year ago. We all pile into Samantha's Volkswagen and head off, on the way there we stopped by a convenience store and picked up some snacks and a pack of marshmallows. We also had to stop by Samantha's' grandmas' cabin that was not too far from where we were planning on staying for the night ( the campsite ). We needed a key and a few other things. I remember after we got the key we went tubing, we also ran into some people from school who were mean and cruel in the past but who turned into very nice and polite adults. It was a most refreshing sight. So anyways we get to the campsite, night falls and ah, we all gather some fire wood to get ready to build a fire. Joseph is a heavy smoker and so after the fire was good and hot he pulled out a pack of Camels and lit one up. I have asthma and so I did n't like it, but I did n't mind it either. ringing of a nearby cell phone buzz buzz buzz `` DAREN. DAREN!'' `` I think your phone is ringing, or buzzing. Come get it before we toss it in the river'' `` Damn straight. That ring tone is straight annoying yo'' says Joseph I was just out of view behind some bushes, I had to take a leak. Before settling down and relaxing by the fire, I had to make a couple of calls and straighten a few things out with my then girlfriend ( now ex ). smack `` Ow. What was that for?'' `` For reclining in my car, next time put some socks on would ya?'' `` He still does n't have his socks on'' `` Look, I have to ground myself, balance my chakras and.. you know how I am. This is my way of reconnecting with the Earth'' They both rolled their eyes as I sat down in my lawn chair and grabbed a beer from the water cooler. We all reveled in the utter peace and tranquility that being so far from the nearest highway gave us. Just before what happened with Joseph, I gazed up at the moon. `` Full moon y'all. Look.'' `` AAAOOOOHHHHHHH'' Joseph howls `` Yeah and an eclipse too.'' `` I heard it's called'The Blood Moon' tonight.. there wo n't be another like it for quite some time'' We go on to banter about topics that young people usually banter about: sex, drugs, speed ( racing, not. Speed. ) and about the past, our futures and what we all wanted to do after college. The night presented itself in a most peculiar manner.. well it was n't always like that. What i'm trying to say is, up until this point everything was routine. Nothing too out of the ordinary was happening. Then Samantha goes `` Did y'all hear about the Vanishing Hitchhiker?'' `` That's an urban legend, you know that.'' `` No, this really happened. It happened to my best friends' cousins' aunt.'' `` Sure, let's hear it'' She went on and on relating a tale of a daring escape made by the hitchhiker, running from a purported serial killer before literally vanishing. It was a bit more believable than the stories I hear on YouTube.. oh and the'creepy' pastas. Samantha briefly mentioned stories of people being trapped in coffins, something about an exploding stomach, Pop Rocks and Coca-Cola. We all quietened down when Joseph says ( continued in comment below )
[ WP ] You 're watching Bob Ross with your parents when you realize he 's quite obviously painting a very NSFW oil on canvas of something . Your folks do n't seem to notice , and Bob Ross continues describing things as though it 's some magnificent landscape . ( NSFW )	My parents quietly watched the afro-clad man as he made the quick, deft brushstrokes. Each one adding to the image. `` And with this, we get a nice, well-groomed bush.'' Something was n't right. A well-groomed bush... If it was a bush, then why was it triangular and so well-situated in the middle of the canvas. I turned to my mother. `` Call me crazy, but that does n't look like any bush I've seen while hiking.'' I said, shrugging. `` Maybe you've never seen that type of bush before.'' She said, not looking at me. `` It's not like you've seen every bush there is.'' `` Mom, I've definitely seen that type of bush before, but it was n't sprouting from dirt when I saw it.'' She shushed me, turning her attention back to the t.v. `` Now, we're going to make a long brushstroke from the top of the canvas down, like so.'' He drew out what looks suspiciously like the side of a female body with her legs spread. He continued, confirming my suspicions. This was definitely a woman with her crotch very brazenly exposed. `` Are you kidding me? That's obviously not a landscape.'' I said, turning to my mother. She shushed me again. `` Honestly, have a little respect. This is his art. If he says it's a landscape, it's a damn landscape.'' I looked back to the television, where Bob Ross was drawing the folds of a spread vagina. `` And now for some more foliage... be sure to use lots of pinks and reds.'' I turned to my father. `` Please tell me that looks like a vagina to you. I feel like I'm taking crazy pills here.'' `` Are you okay?'' He stared at me with genuine concern. `` No, dad. Seriously, that is a bona fide vagina on our t.v. Bob Ross is painting porn on PBS.'' `` I do n't see it...'' he mumbled. I turned back to the t.v. to see what he did next. `` And now we sign it.'' He scrawled his name on the bottom. `` I think I'll call this one... Pussycat Rapids.'' `` Okay, fuck this.'' I stood up and walked out of the house, leaving my naïve parents to enjoy their pornographic PBS. I'm never watching t.v. with them ever again.
[ WP ] A man hands you a credit card , pulls out a pistol , and shoots himself . You look down just in time to see the name on the card change to yours .	My heart stops. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. ``......'' The ringing in my ears grows fainter. I stand there- gaping. Stoic or petrified, there's no way to tell. The pretty blonde teller to my left is screaming. I ca n't turn to look at her but i feel that her ivory blouse and innocent face has been misted with arterial spray. Why ca n't I move. A woman and her child are running towards the exit. An elderly man is rushing towards me. I watch his stetson blow off his head and land on the floor, then back at him. `` ARE YOU OK?'' the elderly man yells as he grabs my shoulders. my gut erupts and a heat rises to my skin and up to my face as it tries to escape. My vision crisps, and my breath returns. `` YOU NEED TO SIT DOWN!'' As I'm pulled away I glance down at the man laying on the ground, his face is red, blood is pouring out of his mouth and nose onto his striped yellow and burgundy sweater. Blood is soaking into the fabric- the yellow is fading away. He sets me on the couch. `` What's going on?'' I ask. `` STAY RIGHT HERE.'' He yells and runs off. He did n't hear me. A minute passes. maybe more. My left hand begins to cramp. I look down and see that I'm still holding the credit card the man gave me. I need to hold on to it so I can return it. There's blood all over it. I begin furiously rubbing at it. It's dried out. I have to clean it. I scratch at the big splotches- until their gone. Then work my way to the numbers, scratching in between every single number. FUCK! I ca n't get the four. Pick, Pick, Pick, Scratch, scratch, blow, blow. i finish the numbers.. I keep going. Pick, Pick, Pick, Scratch, Blow Blow, Pick Pick... what the..is that..? It is. The name on the card is mine. My anxiety spikes and my vitals follow. hyperventilating. How is this possible?!? Am I crazy? this is n't mine. Where am I? What the fuck, what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK?? `` SIR, YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN?'' A police sergeant is in front of me. How long have I been sitting here? More officers are heading my direction. I panic. WHAT IS GOING ON? WHAT IS GOING ON? I CA N'T TAKE THIS. I CA N'T TAKE THIS. `` WHERE AM I? WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHERE AM I?'' `` CALM DOWN SIR! SIR! YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN!'' A paramedic inserts himself between us and gets on a knee. `` Breath with me now, come on, breath with me. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..7..6..5..4..3..2..1. Now again... 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..7..6..5..4..3..2..1'' We repeat the process several more times until my head begins to feel light and I sit all the way back in the chair. `` Sir, you have just witnessed a traumatic event, you're going to be alright, we're going to take care of you. just breathe and relax.'' I have to keep my composure. I cross my left foot over my knee, and breathe. Its uncomfortable. I switch and put my right foot up- there that's more natural. I struggle to maintain homeostasis. my mind is seesawing between the card, and trying to be calm and collected. How did my name get on the card? Did I imagine him handing me the card? Where's my card? I grab my wallet. Shit- That move was too erratic. My hands are trembling. I open the wallet and find my credit card still in the sleeve. Shit, shit, shit... I have to get out of here. I slowly get up, but quickly scurry over to the nearest exit. A crowd is gathered outside, and there are television crews everywhere. I duck my head and squeeze out the side of the crowd. keep your head down, keep walking, head down, walk, head down, walk. I chant this to myself until i get to the corner of the block. I hang a left and cross the street. `` Sir, Sir... excuse me sir.'' someone is calling after me. But i need to go. cross through the intersection. faster- I put a few blocks behind me now. I think I lost them. I go a few more blocks just in case. Finally, I get to 7th street. My favorite coffee shop, Coffee Oasis is just a few streets over. At the coffee shop I find a quiet booth near the back and I sit down. I'm still clutching the card. `` can I get you anything sir?'' `` Coffee -- black.'' I look like a wreck. I need to relax. I'm drawing too much attention. 15 minutes pass. I sit there circling the rim of my mug with my thumb. I ca n't drink it. Round and round and round. My knee is bouncing. Did that really just happen? why did he give me his card? how did it have my name on it? Why did he do that? why did he do that...? `` Is everything alright sir?'' ``... ye.. yea can I get the check please?'' `` sure thing hon. just give me a sec.'' There's only one thing to do. She brings me the check and I hand her the card. Then I just wait. I watch the waitress from the back of the room as she rings up my card. Something's wrong. Shit- she's going to get the manager. Shit- shit- shit- shit- why did I do that? why did I give her that card? fuck- I'm fucked. I follow her as she crosses the room. she sees me staring and smiles. `` Here you are sir, have a lovely afternoon.'' I quickly sign my name- this upsets me- I do n't leave a tip. I need to get home. I decide to walk home instead of taking the train.. After several miles of walking, I still ca n't get my head to stop spinning. I have so many questions running through my mind -- there's no point to tell you them. There's no way that you can tell me any of the answers anyway. I stop half way across the Jefferson bridge and look out at the river. the sun is setting over the skyline. If I do n't find an answer now then I know I never will. I look down over the railing and see the long drop to the river floor -- only inches away from my face. I quickly pull out a cigarette. The first drag burns into my lungs, and then billows out over the railing and diffuses into the air. My breathing begins to return to normal for the first time in what feels like days. The anxiety that has knotted my stomach all afternoon fades as well. The second drag burns a little less, but disperses in the same exact way -- The sun is level with me now. It's bright, but I do n't need to squint to look at it -- the blur fades -- I feel my eyes adjust and I can see the surface of the sun, its opalescent. I take a simple drag -- and another -- A curious smile begins to stretch its way across my face -- I'm not ashamed of it either, I needed it. I pull out the card and think briefly about throwing it over the edge, but for the first time, the whole afternoon, I'm sad for the man who used to own this card. I need to keep it with me.
[ WP ] Your son 's recurrent dreams about a monster have become so intense that you take him to a psychiatrist , who prescribes him a medication . While filling the prescription , you notice that the name of the drug is the same as the name of the monster in your son 's dreams .	This is the first time I've written anything, I'm not even a good writer I'm just bored and I lurk here from time to time. So here ya go: _________________________________________________________________ '' Five weeks now. We have n't had a good night sleep in five fucking weeks. The little brat wo n't stop crying about some monster named Drog. Says it's going to going to make him watch while the thing eats Riley, his mother. This is n't something an eight year old boy should be dreaming about. To be honest, I do n't really care about this little shit. It's not even like Riley and I even wanted him, hell we were just kids when Jake was born. Either way the doctor he's been seeing gave us a recommendation to this psychiatrist, Dr. Gulzer or something. Personally I ne --'' Then all of a sudden my own monster woke up `` Turn the light off! The boy is finally sleeping and we only have six hours before his appointment in the morning.'' `` I'm sorry. I'll close this thing and go to bed. Goodnight honey.'' `` Whatever.'' _________________________________________________________________ '' We've been seeing this guy for months. The boys nightmares are getting better but the damn doctor is a creep. The man has slick black hair gelled back perfectly. Pale white skin and a twig like body. By the looks of it this guy barely eats. He's probably an image of all the monsters in children's dreams. I wish the doctor could've sent us to any other professional. Why did it have to be this guy? `` `` What do you mean he is coming over for dinner?!'' I said angrily to my son while slamming the breaks making sure not to hit he car in front of me. `` I'm sorry daddy! Mr. Gulzer wants to see the house, he said he wants to see what it looks like.'' `` And you agreed to this, Riley?'' I turn to my wife sitting in the passenger seat. `` Well yeah, if it will help Jake.'' `` Why do you think this guy wants to see the house! He wants to take our boy away from us! Jake is my son he belongs to me, he's mine! I knew this guy was a mistake. We've been seeing him for months and he just thinks he can invite himself for dinner?! Do you know how much cleaning we have to do? How much we have to cook?!'' `` We? How much we have to cook? If you did anything around the house maybe it would n't be such a mess! Sorry I ca n't have it all in tip top shape for you so your lazy ass can sit on the couch and drink all night!'' `` Oh so now we're going to talk about my habits are we?'' `` Stop! Stop talking I have a headache! Sometimes you guys are worse than Drog...'' We look back to see Jake quietly sobbing in his seat, he's got his hands on his ears and his face is read. I look back at the road and spend the rest of the ride quietly driving. `` I'll make pasta tonight.'' Riley said staring out the window pulling on her hair. '' Great. `` I angrily think to myself. Jake silently sits in the back, wishing his mom would get off the whole vegetarian thing. _________________________________________________________________ `` Hello Dr. Gulzer! Welcome to our home!'' `` Please, I'm your guest now. Call me Richard. Also, thank you for inviting me to dinner.'' Were the first words out of the doctors mouth. The guys is just grinning at me with his eyes wide open. Creep. He was wearing khaki shorts and a clan white button down. '' Good thing we're having red sauce tonight'' I thought to myself `` Of course!'' Is what I said, what I was thinking was '' Gulzer you bastard. `` `` Come in take a seat please! We're about to server dinner!'' Riley says excited about the shit meal she just prepared. We all sit down as Riley comes around giving everyone their food. It was n't much really, just ravioli, some bread, corn of the cob. Of course it is n't anything fancy, after all this asshole did just invite himself over into my house today! I look over Dr. Gulzer. He's sitting up straight, slowly stabbing the pasta and watching the water and cheese squeeze out of it. He's just staring into it fascinated by how it's bleeding out. He takes the cheese filled shell up to his mouth and bit it, cheese and sauce pour down onto his plate. '' Gross. `` `` Honey?'' I turn my head to Riley `` I forgot to pick up ice cream for dessert! Could you go to the market real quick and pick some up?'' `` Sure.'' Of course now I'm thinking about how stupid this is. But I'll do anything to get away from this. I could n't give two shits about this doctor eating my food. I get up to leave and I swear out of the corner of my eye I see the damn dude grin again. '' Richard better not be thinking about my wife in any sort of way, dick already wants to send my son to child services. `` `` A quick drive, away from that creep is all I need. `` I think to myself driving down the street. I pick up a pint of vanilla ice cream and get in the car. I begin to pull out of the parking lot and this guy on bike shoots by. I slam the breaks and Riley's purse just empties out all over the car. I frantically begin picking everything up, all flustered. Then I pick up the note the doctor wrote for Jake back when we first saw someone about this whole ordeal. It just says `` Nightmare Disorders for Children. 23rd United Street. Dr. Richard O. Gulzer.'' My eyes widen. I race back to my house and enter the door to find Dr. Gulzer sitting alone with my son at the table, Jake is looking down at his feet and shaking. `` Where's Riley?'' I ask. `` She's in the kitchen.'' Dr. Gulzer says with an empty stare on his face. `` Doing what?'' `` Cooking.'' He says with a smile.
[ WP ] The year is 2030 , and the entire world is firmly under the control of the Australian Empire , and no one really understands how it happened .	`` Good afternoon, Mr. Parker is it?'' `` Si, buenos tardes a usted también'' `` Woah, hold on, did n't you forget something?'' `` No I do n't think so, why?'' `` I believe you did.. go to the front desk around the bend there and get yourself an Identification Number'' `` Excu-'' `` Hurry along now, we do n't have much time.'' It was almost 3 PM and I had just landed in Spain, or what used to be Spain.. is Spain. I mean, the Spain where there is a dreaded blue flag bearing the Union Jack flying above all government buildings, instead of that warm yellow and red tri-color flag that has been all but removed from our memories. A small man about 200 lbs and around 5'7 seized me immediately upon landing. I had always heard that there was worldwide persecution of all those deemed `` Non-Native'' by the Board of National Purity and Sovereignty. Those who were n't from Australia, New Zealand or the remnants of the former British Empire. Those who were n't had to wear a big black X across their chest; to declare their presence and to admit their status as `` inferior beings''. No one ( that I've come across at least ) can tell me exactly how or when they took over.. it seems like just yesterday China and the U.S. was strutting around on the big stage. Now they are both prostrated before The Holy Kingdom of Australia.. who has become a power unlike any power seen. Since, since, The Roman Empire. My conclusion is that since Australia is it's own little'island' if you will and kind of out of the way from everyone else, that this led or allowed extreme nationalistic and fascist rhetoric to wash over the land. At any rate, those I talk to in shops and on the streets can all agree that they too remember life before the world became.. this. A world where there were separate governments with their own philosophy on things, with their own opinion on issues.. borders, boundaries and separate countries. Now everything is one gigantic cluster of military drill after military drill. There is no civilian and military life anymore. It's all blended together. Citizens are expected to be in the utmost tip top shape and many are forced to wake up sleeping troops who are usually encamped around cities.. they resemble homeless people in that, they sleep in tents, but resemble thugs in that.. they tend to be overly aggressive with the common man. When traveling around you have to call the local `` governour'' of the city in which you intend to visit. Afterwards you have to stop by another office ( called the Court ) where you fill out a long sheet asking some of the most personal questions, you are then given an ID number and if you are a non-Native they place the X on your chest and send you on your way. It would n't be so bad had they not outlawed pencils and pens.. the only writing utensils allowed now are quill pens. `` The Sunday Tribune - July 1 2024 - Australia's Prime Minister says he hopes to revive the British Empire. After the fall and seige o-'' `` Give me that paper boy.. off. Off you go, grab your things and get out of here before I place you under arrest'' After walking around Madrid for a few hours ( and being hassled by the police for reading'un-Godly material' ) I decided to check into a hotel room. I need a place to crash while I come to my senses.. this is all a bit of a culture shock to me. `` Can I get a room for two please?'' `` Yep. One second.'' `` Name of the second person?'' `` You animal'' `` Pardon me.'' `` Yu-Anamal, is her name'' `` Ahh, I see, sorry, long day.. and you are?'' `` Brian.. Brian Parker'' `` Alrighty Mr. Parker here is the key to your room.. oh before you close up for the night can you come on down and fill out your military papers?'' `` Military papers?'' `` Yeah. Before you ship out on 2.17.2030'' `` No i'm sorry I believe you are mistaken. I'm not in the military'' `` Well your ID card here on the computer says you were drafted a few months ago.. something about a suspended sentence and that service in the Army could be a stand in for your incarceration'' `` Mistaa Pahkah. Sir, I do humbly address you. Do you have a moment?'' `` Who the hell are you?'' `` That'll be 50 pushups in the morning sir. Now Mr. we must place you under arrest.. do n't you remember that swearing is punishable by a year in jail and a mandatory 50 pushup sentence upon release?'' `` This must be a joke.. am I bei'' `` No, Mr. Parker, you are not being punked. You are being detained. Now if you will come with me, I will explain everything on the way to the gallows'' `` Gallows.'' `` Yes. Gallows.''
[ WP ] Sleepy child in ER waiting room . A battle over the volume of I Love Lucy escalates between her dad and a bunch of ladies insisting it be on max .	My girlfriend really loves Friends, like REALLY loves it, last night I was just trying to sleep and she kept turning it up louder and louder and LOUDER. Joey is not nearly as funny when you have sleep on the brain. When she continuously wages volume war with me it always bring me back to the great `` I Love Lucy'' battle of'03 The clock struck 2:00. It was so bright yet still my eyelids were heavy. I was shaken from my bed by a crash and a scream. My mother had tripped over mitsy and took a tumble down the stairs. `` Get in the car.'' I did. Now I'm here. Laughter is coming from the TV and every time I hear it I stir. It shakes me more than that scream. `` Do n't worry son'' my father stood up and turned the volume down. Salvation, I began to doze, but in what felt like an instant the laughter was back, just to mock me. I opened my heavy lids to see my father. He is staring at a group of rolling pin wielding elderly women. Is this a dream? No it's not. That laughter wo n't let anyone dream. All the sudden silence. Another scream, this time drowned by laughter. Startled I look up my father was brawling with a gang of old ladies. The cops came. I still hear that laughter. But seriously Ross your awkwardness is not funny, and do n't even get me started on your pal chandler.
[ WP ] : A cup falls from a table , triggering a series of events leading to a murder . Every paragraph is told from the perspective of a different narrator . They are all unreliable .	The only shattering revelation Doug had was that which made him knock the mug. It was done out of shock, but guilt he did not feel as it had been hideous. Hogwash colours - yellow, red and green. Not complementary shades by any means. He ’ d done the world a favour by seeing it destroyed before he crossed the threshold himself. Again, he ground his teeth, he was reminded of his bumbling sister ’ s terrible taste in... well, everything. At least a murder at her tea party proved she couldn ’ t have everything her way. He sighed, eyes drifting to his feet. Could this year get any worse? Renee hadn ’ t taken a single sip of tea, and given how her companions were acting she didn ’ t intend too. An excellent mind for a crisis, she stood and brushed off her skirt. She gave Sam ’ s body a sad, impartial expression, then stood over his extended legs. Athletic legs. It was a crying shame, really, it was. Such a thriving spirit, an adventure of a human being. Death was a necessary evil, naturally, and she gave an once-over glance to her sister, who merely looked at the floor. She almost went to Jack when he rushed to throw up, but thought better of it, picked up the phone, and dialed the police. Jack stuck his finger in his throat and vomited with a sound like an awful retching groan into a pot plant. Sam had dropped dead after the first sip, and he didn ’ t intend to do the same if the cakes were poisoned too. He felt a hand on his back, and was surprised it was Doug – they used to date, but after several unfortunate occurrences they hadn ’ t been on speaking terms. He supposed death often brought out the best in people, and though he would be a fool to go down that road again, he was certainly still grateful. Samuel was quite dead. His parting thought had been as mundane as his existence. Something insipid about the sweetened taste of the tea – Renee had out done herself, though he supposed she had Doug ’ s help. He was a dab hand with measurements. Jack was vomiting, mostly on the floor. Served him right for how he ’ d treated his ex. Best friend or not, Sam ’ s conscious was clear on that account – which was more than he could say for the rest of the room. Off the phone, Renee looked over at the pair with their backs to her and gave a sorrowful sniff. Bless her, Sam thought. She really looked as though she might cry over him. Detective Waverley arrived first to the scene. One dead body, and four confused looking individuals. Two men and two women, three coloured, one white, and a variety of reactions. Before she even checked the body it was clear to her by the suspicious looks being passed back and forth that this wasn ’ t simply an unfortunate accident. The dead man ’ s mouth was dripping foam, his lips already turning blue. Didn ’ t have to be a scientist to know it was poison. She glanced at the two women, a creeping awareness that the phrase ‘ woman ’ s weapon ’ would be uttered aloud the second her partner arrived. She despised that phrase, but more than that, despised how true it was. “ Well then, ” she thought to herself, with a sigh. “ Only one question remains – which of them did it? ”
[ WP ] Your girlfriend is the only protection earth has against an invasion by giant monsters . You want to break up with her . The government wo n't let you .	“ Sammi, can we talk? ” I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop on the corner street, drinking my favorite latte. “ Sure, what is it? ” I heard her voice over my cell. “ Can we meet up at Frank ’ s Coffee Shop? ” I asked again. “ It ’ s kind of important. ” A pause from her end. Then, “ Sure honey. I ’ ll be there in half an hour. ” “ Thanks Sammi. Talk to you soon. Bye. ” “ Love you, bye! ” I heard her hung up. I leaned back and sighed. This was not going to be a fun conversation. I was going to break up with her that day. It had been for a number of reasons. The main reason, however, was not something she ’ d done; it was something I ’ d done. I had cheated on her multiple times, sometimes with more than one woman at once. I could say it was a mistake, I was drunk and didn ’ t know what I was doing, but I knew she wouldn ’ t accept that, and honestly, neither would I. I was a disgrace, I didn ’ t deserve her anymore. I feel bad for saying this too, but I don ’ t love her romantically anymore. “ Having a hard time? ” I heard someone say from behind me. Startled out of my reverie, I turned to see a woman in a very well pressed suit. Maybe someone on break from a nearby office? “ Just trouble with my girlfriend, ” I said with a shrug. She chuckled at that and pointed to the seat. “ May I join you for a bit? ” she asked. I shrugged. Normally I didn ’ t do that but today was different. “ Knock yourself out. ” She took a seat, opened his suitcase and took out a file. “ John Hymn, age 26, occupation plumber, born to Rachel Hymn and an unknown man on March 24, 1988. Raised with two older siblings, had a relatively normal childhood. You live- ” “ Stop right there! ” I shouted. The rest of the people in the shop stared at me in shock. I silenced myself and asked in a lowered voice, “ How do you know who I am? ” “ We keep tabs on anyone involved with Samantha Pendragon, ” she said as he took out another file and handed it to him. Confused, he took and opened it. “ You ’ re…kidding right? ” he asked after he looked at the files. “ My wife is related to the King Arthur of Camelot? ” “ My badge, ” she said, taking out a small black wallet like object and flipping it open. She was a genuine member of the CIA it seemed. I looked around. I saw a few more people watching me. “ You have the place surrounded? ” I asked nervously. She nodded. “ What do you want with me? ” “ What are you planning on telling Samantha? ” she replied with a question of his own. “ I don ’ t see how that is any business of yours. ” “ The protection of the country is our business, ” she answered. “ Your girlfriend leads a double life as the wielder of Excalibur. She is constantly protecting not just America, but the world from all kinds of evil. ” “ You honestly expect me to believe this fantasy crap? ” I whispered. The woman sighed and pointed to the window next to us. “ Watch. ” She snapped his fingers and the window seemed to warp, but only for an instant. My mouth was agape with shock. “ How did…? ” “ I ’ m a descendant of Myrddin, or Merlin as you ’ d know him. That ’ s why I got the job of protecting her. ” “ This is all good and all, but what does this have to do with me and her staying together? ” I asked. “ I was getting to that. You see, whenever she is around you, her strength seems to grow. We ’ re not sure why that is, but her being around someone as normal as you seems to be good for her. ” That last part hurt a lot. “ Look, there are a bunch of reasons why we can ’ t- ” “ There are even more reasons why you have to stay together, ” she interrupted me frantically. “ It ’ s vital to the survival of the nation and the world. Whatever the reasons are, they pale in comparison to the safety of Earth. ” I sighed and rubbed my temples. This day had gone from bad to worse within a matter of minutes. “ I…well… ” “ I don ’ t want to have to force you, but I will if you do anything. ” She held up an iPad, revealing my mother and older siblings. They were seated at home, but surrounded by what I guessed to be agents. “ Damn you, ” I hissed. He looked at me with what appeared to be genuine remorse. “ Think about the world for once in your life, ” she said as he stood up. “ I don ’ t know why you want to break up with her, but the reason isn ’ t good enough to destroy the world. ” I sighed again, much more heavily, defeated. “ Okay, I ’ ll do it, but give me a few minutes to talk to my family to make sure they are okay. ” She nodded and handed me the iPad. “ Mom? ” “ John? You okay son? ” she asked with a concerned voice. “ It ’ s not me that you should be worried about. ” I asked if they knew the situation and it appeared that they did. We talked for a bit before the agent said time was almost up. “ I love you mom. ” “ Son, it will be fine, don ’ t worry. I love you too. Aphalazoth greangar zulan jiuo. ” I nodded in understanding. “ What was that last part? ” the agent asked as I handed the iPad back. “ Our family made up our own secret language a while back. She basically said ‘ Be a good boy for mommy. ’ ” “ That ’ s kind of sweet. Well, do we have an accord? ” she asked, holding out his hand. I nodded and shook it. “ Good. Well, we ’ ll be on our way now. ” She closed his suitcase and walked out. A few minutes later the other agents walked out. I figured they ’ d leave one behind to make sure I did my job. “ Aphalazoth greangar zulan jiuo, ” I murmured under my breath as Sammi walked in and sat down in front of me. I ’ d lied to that agent. That phrase didn ’ t mean that at all. I straightened and realized I couldn ’ t lie to Sammi. If I lied to her now, I would lose what made me human completely. World be damned, I can not lose my humanity now, not now of all times. Now or never. “ Honey, this isn ’ t easy for me to say, so I ’ m just gon na come right out and say it. I have cheated on you. I won ’ t make any excuses, what I did was wrong and heinous. I do not deserve you and I think we should part ways. ” Two people in the coffee shop stood abruptly. Sammi was in utter shock. I lowered my head ashamed. Despite knowing what I knew about her now, I still care for her. Not in a romantic way anymore. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the agent from before hurrying back, extreme panic on her face. Of course it was hard to run in high heels. He seemed to be shouting something and waving. “ Wh-why…John…why?! ” she was shouting angrily at me now. I was surprised that the other two agents hadn ’ t approached. Orders perhaps? I just kept silent. “ I will not make excuses, because there are none to make. What I did was a breach of our relationship and there is nothing I can say or do to make it right. The only thing I can think to do is part ways. This relationship can ’ t survive anymore. It was barely hanging in there to begin with. ” The agent was frantically trying to cross the road to get to me. Sammi was in tears now. I was holding back my own as I stood. “ I ’ ll have my things out by the end of the day, ” I stated blankly. “ and even though we ’ re parting ways, I do still care for you. Good luck with your battles. ” She looked up at me in shock, but a different shock than before. Shock that I knew. I forced myself to turn away and walked out. The agent had gotten a walk signal and was running. Of course the crosswalk was busy with schoolchildren. I headed down the street, letting the tears flow now. “ How could you do that to her?! ” I heard someone screaming. Turning I saw a foot come crashing into me. “ I just got the report on you. You cheated on her?! WHY?! ” She grabbed me by my collar and pulled me up. She pulled me into an alley and slammed me against the wall. She was near tears herself. “ Why you ask? ” I murmured softly. “ Like I told her, I have no excuse. ” “ You realize you ’ re family- ” “ They knew the consequences of my actions. Plus I don ’ t see the descendent of Merlin to be a cold blooded killer. I had to do what I did or become as bad as my ancestors! I couldn ’ t lie to her, my humanity is already almost gone as it is. ” She let go, weeping herself. I straightened my clothes and walked away. I had done the right thing. Destiny be damned! As the direct descendant of Mordred and the Black Knight, I will not repeat the past.
[ WP ] `` It surprised me how much creamer Death put in his coffee . ''	It surprised me how much creamer Death put in his coffee. I offered a weak joke about `` wanting a little coffee with that diabetes? ``, he only grunted and firmly set the cup down. I could tell he was pissed. `` I grow tired of seeing you Horatio.'' No small talk this time. I massaged my temples with my sweaty wrists, totally exacerbated. `` I know, I know, I'm trying to stop. Honestly, I'm making a real effort here.'' Death only shook his head. `` Look I even took up golfing because I figured, that's what men my age do right? I signed up to that wanky as fuck country club in Penrith and forked out three hundred bucks for the piece of shit privilege. I really thought it would help get my mind off-'' `` Then why am I here,'' Death rumbled. His voice resonated around the small kitchen, Horatio felt the accusation wrap around him. Squeezing like a boa constrictor. “ -Again. ” Death had hit the debilitating brown note. The words dribbled out of Horatio hopelessly, `` she was just.. and the club.. I couldn't… her skin was... powdered snow... ” Like an incontinent invalid, Horatio stumbled across his own shame, smearing the previous memories of exaltation in a filthy guilt. He hated Death for that. Taking away his holy moment. Death stood up and drifted over to the wrangled body of a girl lying across the living room floor. Dark hair, womanly form and indeed, skin like pure powdered snow. She was once beautiful, but not now. Now she wore a stocking, wet with blood, like a scarf. Now her eyes, like crimson Christmas baubles, bulged out of their sockets. Death leaned closer and in one fail swoop, lifted an ethereal blanket from the body of the lifeless girl. They both watched as a powerful white orb ascended, then dissipated with a sharp exhale. The room settled in a thick silence. Death turned and looked at Horatio. “ When at last I come for you, I assure you, there will be no peace.'' And with that he disappeared. * * * Horatio was pacing the aisles of the grocery store looking for cereal. It had been 6 weeks since his last slip up. The confidence of conquering his turmoil had him beaming bullets. The only thing left unconquered was the location of his breakfast. He approached a store clerk; “ Excuse me miss ”. She turned around, “ Hi Sir, how can I help you today? ” Blonde haired, buxom bodied, skin as white as the moon. Horatio paused. “ Do you sell any creamer? ”
[ WP ] Money and resources are poured into research for ocean exploration . The very next week , the plan is ditched and all money and resources all pour into space exploration and colonizing planets , but with much more money and emphasis . The government wont release any information on why , until now	Flop sweat coated the director of the the international oceanographic institute, making him look like one of the sea creatures he had recently abandoned the study of `` l..lis..listen'' he stumbled out `` there is no reason to question this move, it was always the goal of the institute to move into space exploration... When you think about it space is like an infinite ocean in the sky'' His weak uncomfortable smile did little to convince the ravenous reporters who proceeded to pour questions on the besieged director, `` why does this move come just a week after you announced the launch of the largest survey of the ocean floor?'' `` did you find something out there?'' `` do you really expect us to believe that? `` were among the dozens of queries levied. Finally something snapped and the director barked `` WE FOUND R'LYEH'' a hushed and confused silence fell on the unruly fourth estate. The director buried his face in his hands realising his outburst when from the crowd a single voice was heard `` R'lyeh? Like from lovecraft? With Cthulhu and stuff?'' The question ( s ) just kinda hung in the air neither acknowledged or answered. Suddenly the door behind the podium opened and two men in clandestine dark suits emerged the deputy director trailing behind. The two men half lifted half dragged the director out while his deputy stepped up to the podium. `` the director has been ill lately and this completely explain the unusual decisions and strange outburst just now. We look forward to exploring the skies, this press conference is over'' she then hurried from the room followed by a flood of questions from the press who had regained some composure. Meanwhile in sunken R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
[ WP ] You have in your possession a recording of an ancient song so deadly it will kill the person listening to it .	Well, there was only one way to find out, and tonight was the night. For months I had worked with the various classes of instruments in the royal orchestra as we perfected the finer points of the bloodied musical arrangement. Tonight we would all come together and play the piece in it's fullness for the first time; as entertainment for the royal court no less. It had been a strange happenstance that I came across the score in the first place. The moon had been full in the sky that night as I parsed through the archives with hopes of stumbling across hidden gym; though I must admit my primary motivation had been escaping the excruciating boredom that too often defines my pathetic mortal reality. Yet even so, in my halfhearted search I found something peculiar; it was a hardbound musical arrangement with a heavy padlock... and the pages seemed to be stained with blood. I had the castle blacksmith remove the padlock that night, but through sheer exhaustion I neglected from inspecting the work properly. For the next month, some intuitive part of my psyche seemed to continually push my knowledge of the music's existence to the back of my mind; I felt haunted. Through the combined influence of my limited human resolve and vast reservoir of foolish curiosity, I finally sat down to scrutinize the archived sheet music with a discressive eye. As I heard the notes in my head I immediately realized I had stumbled across something of exceptional artistry. And tonight was the night. It was the night I would finally showcase the beauty that up to this point I alone had had the privilege to witness. __________________________________ The Orchestra Conductor sure had been making a big deal about this recital, perhaps he was at last beginning to realize that his discipline was a dying art. If revitalizing interest in his outdated musings had been his motivation for hyping the event so thoroughly he had succeeded, the Opera house was completely filled for the first time in over half a century. The orchestra sat with their backs facing the audience while the conductor faced the crowd. It was an extremely abnormal arrangement, perhaps the maestro was as starved for attention as I suspected. That's when I noticed the nervous mannerisms that he seemed to be submerged in; eyes darting around the room restlessly as his body trembled. There were dark and deep rings surrounding his eyes and his hair had thinned dramatically, even his teeth had grown brown and foul through neglect. He seemed to exert much effort in composing himself before addressing the congregation, that's when we all realized something was indeed very wrong. His voice seemed to be carrying three tones at the same time, one of which was a high pitched screech, one of which was a low thunderous rumble of strange syllables; the third one however was something not of this world. The third tone that constructed his horrendous voice seemed as if it would carry on undiminishing in all directions forever, continuously bouncing between the Earth and Heavens. It reverberated through the Opera house, the echo's continuously building on each other as the undying sound continued to pour from the conductors throat. The whole audience grew restless. `` Now we will begin,'' Is all that he said. ______________ `` Now we will begin,'' I said, giddy with excited anticipation. I began to motion my arms to various sections of my musicians as they commenced performing their respective aspect of the grand symphony. It was so beautiful. I closed my eyes and soaked in the euphoria as a tear rolled down my face. _______________________ It sounded at first as complete random chaos, as if every musician was doing something completely different and asynchronous, but as the music played a deeper theme became apparent through the superficial racket; and it had not been inspired by the Lord. The sound was as if a thousand demons attempted to sing in harmony with a thousand condemned soul begging to be tortured. People began scurrying to their feet and rushing for the exits, only to realize that they were somehow locked from the outside. The whole building began to shake violently. Hysteria broke out, people were screaming in terror and crying in confusion. Suddenly, it seemed that gravity had increased; they were descending. The band continued playing as the conductor waved his arms through the air in blissful ignorance. For hours the building descended as people tried to fruitless escape, some giving up and turning to prayer in an attempt to regain composure. Finally, the building stop. The doors swung open and a world of fiery despair was revealed. __________________________________ I opened my eyes upon the song's conclusion, not knowing what I had just done. The audience members were people pulled from their seats by angels and were being pulled into heaven. /r/psychowritingprompts
[ WP ] President Obama really was n't born in America .	His term was almost over. All the shit he was given about being an illegal alien was all in the past now. People would still hate him, he knew, but he set a precedent. A presidential precedent. It no longer mattered who you were, what your race was, where you came from. He was a role model for not just his own kind, but for everyone. People might say that he did n't accomplish anything in his presidency, and that was okay. He cleaned up a couple messes that former presidents made, he brought on a new era of hope for his country. He saved this country from the terrorist threat of Osama bin Laden. Hell, he saved the whole damn human race. His term was almost over, and then he could tell them the truth. He could tell them that he really was an illegal alien after all, but so was Osama. With the executive powers of the United States, he was finally able to bring down the forces of Osama bin Laden, saving Earth from the alien menace. He had dedicated his whole life to killing his own pod brother, ensuring the preservation of the Milky Way. Without payment and guidance from their leader, the mercenary starfleet had retreated back to Zeta-182. At least for now, this vulnerable planet that he called home, was safe.
[ WP ] You 've been on a quest for the past year and have failed at the last stage	All those months of planning. Studying hallways, rooms and alcoves. Preparing weapons and armour, creating Fire Flasks with the local alchemists, learning spells and becoming more and more powerful. I finally felt ready. We stormed the castle, I easily dispatched the two guards at the portcullis by flinging a Fire Flask at them, engulfing them in drake-fire. Another came out of the alcove on the right, I knew he was there, there's always a guard there. I swung my sword hard and true, taking off his head in a clean slash. We rushed up the stairs, I barely dodged the first round of javelins launched from the wall trap, although I can not say the same for my companions, two fell down into the abyss of defeat. We reached the grand hall. The mighty Black Mist Dragon stood before us. My two remaining companions charged, only to fall into the acid mist that was spewed from the beast's wretched maw. I stood back preparing the mighty Stone Fist, which punched straight through it's weakened chest from an earlier encounter. I walked forwards, the black necromancer Morgol sat in his throne grinning menacingly. I reached out with my arm, brandishing the dreaded talisman GodKiller, to destroy his disgusting soul and send him into the void of nothing. Called out the magic incantation to use this magic device. Only to roll a 1.
[ WP ] You have a very unique power . People are not able to remember your face , even not after spending weeks or years together in school . How are you using this ability ? And how is it affecting your social life ?	Most people would love to have a superpower. They think it would make them special because they are different. Well what if your power was to be so completely ordinary that it was impossible for anyone to remember what you look like. What if having that power meant that nobody knows who you are unless you tell them, no matter how long they have known you. What if having that power meant that you see a stranger in the mirror every morning, that you ca n't remember a single detail of your own face, that you are slowly going insane because you have no sense of distinction from the masses. Well, if you had that power then you would be me. And I would not wish that curse on anyone. Author note: This is my first post on this sub. Constructive criticism is welcome.
[ WP ] You buy a mood ring , only to find out that instead of showing your mood , it changes it .	`` Hey Dave, listen up. I got this amazing thing.'' What is it? `` It's like a mood ring, but instead of indicating my mood, it can change different aspects of it!'' That sounds incredible. How does it work? `` I dunno. It's mysterious and wild. Like, if I'm bored and sad I just rub it, it changes colour and I start feeling better and excited about life.'' Wow, a lot of people suffer from depression and something like that could be life changing! It's like a reverse mood ring! `` I know, right?! And if I hit it, it starts to make me feel weak and sick.'' That is strange, for sure. Where did you find this object? `` Oh I was just in the bathroom at work one day and spotted it. Decided to keep it.'' I'm not surprised. It sounds amazing. What else can this mood thing do? `` Well I've noticed if I put ice on it, or blow on it, I start to feel nervous. And keeping it nice and warm makes me very happy.'' The medical applications for this kind of technology are infinite! You could help a lot of people with this. `` Truth! It still works on me if I give it to someone else, too, so it could help people in comas and all sorts of things.'' Steve, this truly is amazing. Can I see the mood thing? Where is it? Do you have it on you? `` Sure. Of course. Here, look.'' Uh. `` Great, is n't it?'' That's your dick. You're showing me your dick.
[ WP ] Teenager wakes up from cryo due to a stasis pod malfunction in the spaceship they 're traveling in . The ship is fully automated , and MC has no idea what to do . Destination ETA : Eight months .	Breathe... First things first you have to breathe. Awash in darkness he woke to the sound of a deep and sickly gasp echoing through the ship, the shadows warped it into a twisted scream and then a silent mournful whisper. His breathing calmed and he moved on to his next mission: trying to remember his name. Do n't panic this is normal, just try to remember your stimulus... you were laying on the ground and looking at stars... DAVID. Despite his predicament David could n't help but wear a victorious smirk as he tried to focus his eyes on the pale blue light in the distance. David could barely walk and only in a sickeningly slow and awkward shuffle. Every step his boots scraped steel grates in a deafening cacophony. There was no way to tell the time but he estimated it must have taken 4 hours to get dressed in the clean sealed clothes that lay in the locker behind his pod. David considered himself a reasonably astute kid, as a result of that it did n't take him long to figure out he was alone, according to the console in the cryobay he would be so for approximately seven to eight months. So he figured he had to find some food. The ship was nothing special. As it was designed to transfer civilians it utilized a rotating circular motion to simulate gravity, making it extremely complicated to navigate, some rumors even said the crew liked to call the ship the labyrinth. As no one was supposed to be awake the ship was flooded in darkness, broken only by small blinking lights peering like angry, jealous eyes. David's eyes were slowly adjusting but even without them he could sense the colossal steel structures above him weighing down on him like dirt on a coffin. But this was nothing compared to the echoes. Every broken shuffle slowly but surely evolved into a loud sarcastic applause, when David stopped to catch his breath the echoes turned his labored breathing into conspiratorial murmurs and then bitter revolted laughter. But despite all this if David stopped and held his breath the only sound was his beating heart. In the vacuum of space silence evolves, on earth silence took the form of absence, absence of activity, sound and life. But in space silence was more, silence was n't an absence but a presence, an ever looming blanket of darkness which threatened to swallow you. David held his breath for only seconds before he had to release a loud forced pant and the echoes were back with their mocking relentless laughter. The mess hall was ahead. David had to keep himself from laughing in hysteria as the mess hall was just above the cryobay. The food tasted exactly as David thought it would, and despite his weariness he had to fight to swallow the slimy, chunky `` chicken stew''. By law the ship was required to hold far more food than it needed so with careful rationing there was little threat of starvation. After what he thought must have been about 10 hours since he awoke he felt the subtle tangs of sleep beckon his eyes closed. He slayed down on the table, staring upward at the curved ceiling, and tried to pretend that in eight months his heartbeat would still beat loud enough to beat back the silence. For the first time in a year David was afraid of what his dreams would bring.
[ WP ] Describe the final moments of the championship game of a fictional sport	I jumped with my team, joy flooded through the red team. It was a stretch but we actually scored 3 for pitching the Valkyrie up the skicourt. If it was n't for Mike, our star player, we would n't have won. You think getting a 5 kg ball from your opponent's base and slingshot it over their net is an easy sport? We pitched Valkyrie, the 20 kg metal ball, that was tough. Not to mention that you have to use weapons to get your enemies away from your base, hockey sticks, baseball bats. Wait till you hear the reward... 1000 S-Cards per player, that would feed my family for a week, addition to the rations they give every Thursday, I guess a post apocalyptic world has its perks. Well, I know what the real purpose of this game though, why it has 20 players per team. The losing team gets sentenced for death, they just want to cut off mouths to feed. But, whatever man! WE WON! I'll definitely play next month.
[ WP ] You are part of a cryo-frozen crew sent on the century long journey to TRAPPIST-1 . Two months after you left , FTL travel was discovered , and you land on a completely terraformed and populated planet getting ready for it 's centennial .	They sat hushed and huddled around the command panel on the bridge of the starship. Marwing Chen stole glances at her crew, but they kept their heads down, stewing together in the same uncomfortable silence, inscrutable expressions on their faces. It ’ s likely the shock, Marwing thought, having your Head of Security threaten to rain nuclear fire down on a planet will certainly do that to you. The titanium doors to the bridge slid open, and Francois Brumer, Head of Bioengineering, rejoined the others. “ It ’ s only a light sedative, so we have only about an hour or two to talk about this rationally before Helman is up again. ” “ I repeat, no decision can be taken if his vote is not counted, ” said Carl Latie, Head of Legal, “ all five votes from the Command Group must be accounted for. ” “ Then we have little time to waste. Carl, we didn ’ t get a clear answer just now. Are we or are we not obliged to follow the orders we received from Earth? ” Carl sighed as his fingers danced across the panel, which summoned numerous reports on the holoscreen. Marwing knew the strain on the man was tremendous – they were only 8 hours out of cryosleep, and Carl had already reviewed hundreds of backlogged communications from Earth. She would have gladly given the man more time to work, but time was not on their side. “ As you know, ” Carl began, “ the further we travelled from Earth, the longer it takes for new communications to arrive. The last transmission we have is, give or take, about 100 years old. It is a simple order – ‘ Ignore last communications. Approach the planet in peace. ’ ” Nancy Arlington, Head of Personnel, pounded the command panel emphatically. “ So you ’ re saying the previous order, the one which warned us that all sentient lifeforms on Luxer-Alpha are hostile, is wrong? ” The starship ’ s AI-controlled systems, accustomed to trying to make itself useful as often as possible, interpreted Nancy ’ s reference to the planet below them as a command. Camera feeds were re-focused on the lush planet, and images of the objective they had travelled centuries for filled the holoscreen. Marwing felt the weight of leadership bear down on her, impossibly onerous. “ Carl, do we have grounds to use our discretion instead? ” “ Yes. Directive 320 states that if we have reason to believe that the orders coming from Earth have been compromised, we have free rein to make our own choices. I can not discount the possibility that once instantaneous travel was established between Earth and Luxer-Alpha, that the hostile forces crossed back to Earth and… ” Carl left the sentence unfinished, but Marwing knew whatever nightmares they were privately entertaining certainly shared many commonalities. Things have spun so quickly out of control, Marwing mused. It was jarring enough for the Command Group to awaken and discover that faster-than-light technology was perfected shortly after they left on their voyage, but to then find out that the planet they were charged with terraforming had already been home to humans for over a hundred years? Pseudo-humans, Marwing corrected herself. “ Marwing, I think our options are limited, ” said Nancy, breaking the reverie. “ I counsel strongly that we do not, under any circumstances, land on Luxer-Alpha. I ’ ve reviewed the feeds from the welcoming committee again, and I suspect we will be assimilated once we are in their atmosphere. Observe. ” Nancy recalled the video feeds which had been transmitted to their ships, and with a deft flick, she muted the audio. Images of a local leader of some sort, flanked by a crowd of eager, friendly faces, rolled eerily on the holoscreen “ We ’ ve watched these a dozen times, and it ’ s not what he ’ s saying that ’ s important. It ’ s what everyone else is saying in the background, at the same time. I ’ ve had the AI apply advanced lip-reading to the images, and the results are 95 % accurate. ” “ Well, what are they saying? ” “ The same thing. They are all saying the exact same thing, every word, at the exact same time. I hope I ’ m wrong, but it looks like they really meant it when they said they are, with one heart and one mind, welcoming us to their planet. ” The pulse quickened in Marwing ’ s veins. “ And you ’ ve shared this with Helman? ” “ Yes, and that ’ s why he thought it his prime directive to ignore the last transmission from Earth, and to take the pre-emptive strike to the planet. ” “ Francois? Is that possible? Can it be that the humans on Luxer-Alpha evolved some sort of… psychic link or something? ” “ Possible? Yes. Probable? No. It ’ s not probable that humans evolved that quickly here in such a short time, even if the environmental pressures are slightly different. We have to acknowledge the possibility of another symbiotic lifeform on the planet which we ’ ve not yet come face to face with. I need raw DNA to be sure, but I agree with Nancy – something about them doesn ’ t seem right. ” Marwing felt the headache foist itself back on her, kept at bay no longer by the supplements she had taken. The options before her seemed to multiply with every new piece of information they received, and much as the analyst in her wanted to meticulously dissect and weigh each alternative, the leader in her was sure that an executive decision had to be made, and soon. If not for the five of them, then for the other 5,000 human souls on board, still in peaceful, blissful cryosleep, eagerly awaiting their supposed new lives as pioneers in this solar system. Whatever choice Marwing and the rest of the Command Group made, these pioneers would awaken and be either the newest additions to whatever it was down there, or the very last of the human resistance. Marwing sighed. “ Bring Helman back. I think we ’ re ready to vote. ” -- - [ Part II ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/5w9f6j/wp_you_are_part_of_a_cryofrozen_crew_sent_on_the/de8u1na/ ) is up, thanks again to everyone who encouraged me to write more = ) UPDATE: [ Part III ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/5w9f6j/wp_you_are_part_of_a_cryofrozen_crew_sent_on_the/de9it7j/ ) is up! -- - /r/rarelyfunny
[ OT ] Sunday Free Write- Leave a Story , Leave a Comment - Squee 's First Read Edition	Title: you are magic Chapter 1: “ Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. ” - Frida Kahola That ’ s the way he looked at me. Every time I got lost in his eyes I was magic. I was more than magic. I was the one. I was the one that was going to make him happy. I was the one that was going to make his dreams come true. I was the one. It all began when he set eyes on me at a dance. Mexicans celebrate everything, therefore, my family found out there was a party down the road and we were there. I was dancing the night away, like I did every party. It didn ’ t matter who I danced with. Short, tall, drunk, crazy, smelly, you name it i danced. It was always first come, first serve. I just wanted to dance. Nevertheless, I would leave that party a different person. I didn ’ t know it, but it happened. He saw me. I didn ’ t see him. He found me. I wasn ’ t lost. He took his hand out. He wasn ’ t much of dancer. I was the dancing queen. It was not a party if I did not dance the night away. There was something about him. I did not what. Maybe it was his sense of style. Blue jeans, Hollister T-shirt. Jordan tennis shoes. No, I don ’ t think it was. I mean who even puts all those things together; but I guess he did. Maybe it was his sense of humor. I asked, “ Como te llamas? ” He replied, “ Para ti puedo ser, mi cielo, amor, cariño. ” I laughed. He laughed. It was just meant to be. We didn ’ t let go of each other. The rest of the night was just a mystery to unfold. I had never seen him at parties before and the unknown was intriguing. I knew that I was going to see him again. Not sure when, but this was only the beginning of a great adventure.
[ WP ] You discover that your shadow has gained awareness .	`` Who's there?'' Silence answers Jimmy as he stares into the darkness. He feels the smooth sheets with his hands, yearning for some company. Jimmy hates sleeping alone. It has been this way for many years. He could never fall asleep unless he had a friend, family member, or pet there to comfort him. Since his wife left him, he has developed a severe case of insomnia. Rain pours down outside. Periodic flashes of lightning brighten the room. Jimmy sees something moving in his peripheral vision. `` Alright! That's enough!'' The thunder replies with a boom. He covers his head with a pillow and tries to go to sleep. Suddenly, he gets an uneasy feeling. It is the same feeling he gets right before he must make a big presentation. With his anxiety rampant, his stomach drops and a foul taste creeps into his mouth. He slowly gets out of bed and turns on the light. As he has been for a few months now, Jimmy is alone in the room, but something is not right. Once again, he sees something move out of the corner of his eye. When he turns, nothing is there. I must be hallucinating. I really need to find a way to get to sleep, he thinks to himself. Two hours a night is not enough. He goes into the kitchen and gets a glass of water. After downing it, he turns off the lights and crawls back into bed. He finally manages to fall asleep. Jimmy opens his eyes around 8 in the morning, but when he does, all he can see is darkness. Confused, he rubs his eyes. When he opens them again, he sees his shadow cast upon the wall across from him... right next to the only light source in the room, a small window. Realizing that this makes no sense, he jumps up in surprise. His shadow does not follow suit. `` Holy shit, this is insane!'' His shadow starts getting bigger, as if it is coming towards him. Once again, darkness blinds Jimmy. He starts thrashing around, panicking. `` Get away from me! What do you want?!'' Jimmy shouts. `` You know what I want,'' whispers his shadow. A sharp pain shoots up Jimmy's right arm. When he goes to feel his right hand, he finds that it is gone. In fact, his arm started disappearing all together. `` Stop! Stop! It hurts!'' Jimmy cries. The pain never stops. The shadow not only consumes Jimmy, it becomes him. This new being looks exactly like Jimmy. The only difference is that its pupils are a little darker and it does not cast a shadow. The new Jimmy never has any issues falling asleep.
[ CONTEST ] Flash Prompt in the chat room today ! A $ 20 cash prize will be awarded !	“ Poldek... don ’ t... you will- ” Beneath the maze of fibres and tubes which coiled across his veined arms, they were still measuring a pulse. Mechanically it continued, harbouring resilience that seemed omnipresent with Grandfather. Resilience was more than an aspect of him. Resilience had characterised him to such lengths that long before our generation came, the family had known him as the Indelible Kin. Foothills across the farthest reaches of the Urals had been trodden beneath it; Liberty Island had played host for a delayed stay during a storm and it had crossed the vast corn granary that was the contiguous United States in one uninterrupted trek by a distant cousin ’ s Packard. Of course then, the contiguous United States meant the entire United States. But the resilience had gone further; the Indelible Kin was a worldly man, never shying from unboxing that proudest possession in his home – his passport. Always in date. A rootless cosmopolitan of the highest order. The epithet that led him to be here. Here and now. “ We have explained this already, I am afraid that your grandfather ’ s entitlements are strictly limited by the nature of his residency, he is not covered by standard Medicare provisions and- ” “ He has been a resident and a citizen of this country, he ’ s lived in this city for sixty-five years! ” The doctor was no upstart. Of course he was simply doing his job, following orders. Young, not much further down the line than I was. Of course he was out of med school in the last five years, it was obvious. He had some stubble, light furrowing on his brow. They probably kept him in long hours. Maybe he ’ d made residency, I couldn ’ t tell. The pressing matter on my mind was Grandfather, so it was for everyone including Grandpa ( we distinguished maternally and paternally, with Grandpa the latter and more concerned about his counterpart than any man of his age I have ever known ). Grandfather is in the adjoining room, the doorway open as I have out with doc in the corridor. I should appropriate him his proper title, Dr. Gary Morgan. Bland, though he faintly resembles a man you would expect to spend most his time in shady chat-rooms had he not gone for Pre-Med. I ’ m projecting of course as he delivers the bureaucratic killing jokes designed to make me receptive to my Grandfather being unplugged if we can not take on the burden of some $ 10k-plus outstanding balance. “ Sir, priority for U.S. nationals precludes the programme from providing coverage for your grandfather in light of his country of origin and his medical history. ” “ Listen to me. This man is a veteran of the Second World War- ” “ When we contacted Veteran ’ s Affairs they could provide no confirmation of his eligibility for coverage by Veteran ’ s benefits or even any records of his service. ” He said, reading from his clipboarded notes with such pedantic concern. “ I don ’ t care what the goddamn VA says, this man gave up his youth so this valley wouldn ’ t be a Japanese-run tourist colony for the Argentine Germans. ” “ Are you quite sure your Grandfather served in the- uh, the Second World War? ” He asked, checking his notes again. As if somewhere in there was a cheat-sheet to compensate for his adolescent lacklustre in history class. “ I am quite certain. It ’ s the kind of thing you don ’ t forget. The kind of thing he doesn ’ t forget! ” He turned up one of his pages then looked back at me with a serrated glare of ignorance. “ Which side? ” Everybody of my youth, I still remember our swapping stories in the playgrounds, we all talked of what our grandfathers did. Those who say ancestor-worship was mortally struck by the arrival of modernity and it is dead thanks to secularised mass culture – it ain ’ t. At least it wasn ’ t in the nineties, that decade now mournfully lusted after by the newly self-aware respondents to so many commentaries that I have no time nor care to indulge in. But we all shared it – this expectation that everyone could tell their grandparents ’ stories. The war. The war. We all knew that our Grandfather ’ s own was different. In our house at every Rosh Hashanah, he would talk about it some more than at other times in the year. It was a strange reaction. Normally one would expect him to pent up all the more at a time of religious observance. But then again he was never too devout. My little brother had a harder time understanding it as he was growing up, hearing all the stories for the first time that I had grown used to hearing repeated. More incredulity arose from the stories all the other kids would tell us of where their grandfathers went – Normandy, Palermo, Guadalcanal, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, all the names that were familiar to American oral tradition by then. And how our names were different; Odessa, Kiev, Cracow, Monowitz. Monowitz. That always stuck in my head. “ Thomasz- ” He beckoned to me. I gladly went over, now sick of the pitched battled with Dr. Morgan and the faceless indifference that he served. One of the indications that Grandfather was first ill, that the Indelible Kin had been weakened, was his language. I hasten to add it was not a mental decline – he suffered none of what you fear the worst of for elderly relatives. No, Grandfather had kept his wits about him but physical ailments, as they set in, triggered convulsive vocal responses. Shouts, groans and name-changes. He referred to us by our names in native tongues. At least I thought. Only six months before, when Grandpa had lost his wife, Grandfather called him ‘ Poldek ’, a strange correlation given that Grandpa ’ s forename was Peter. “ Thomasz... where are the other kindelah? ” He asked, staring bleakly through the bonds of the tubes stretched out across his face, the mask fitted improperly and in an undignified manner. I wanted to move it but had no clue where to begin without cutting off his oxygen. “ They ’ re fine, Grandfather, they ’ re in the next room, I can get them if you want. ” “ No! ” His eyes sparked up, “ Stay. Tell them to stay away. ” “ Okay. Would you like me to go also? ” “ No! You... you stay. I must tell you. ” Somehow, a fact I had not noticed during my exchange with Dr. Morgan, Grandfather ’ s documents had been left atop his bed, over his covers. They were normally kept in the drawer beside him – how had they been left scattered on the bed? Who took them out? Who would even want to? “ I ’ m gon na give those goddamn administrators something to chew on if they keep up- ” I grunted while trying to reshuffle the documents and replace them in the drawer. “ Thomasz! Look at the papers! Look! ” I gazed down over the documents. They were some of his translated records from the army. His army, the one which was not covered by the VA. I did as told. BORIS A. KROPOTKIN. DATE OF BIRTH: DECEMBER 21ST 1917. PLACE OF BIRTH: ARCHANGELASK, SOVIET UNION I gazed over some others. Stamps and insignias covered the letterheads. Stars, sickles, U.S. State Department eagles. One had a symbol on it that nobody could fail to recognise. The Reichsadler. It took me only a few seconds to tell it was in German, doubled in Polish. There were more numbers, not his army service number. Something else. I could tell this was one we had not heard about in the stories during Rosh. His arm jerked upwards, out of the covers. A number. A tattoo. A number.
[ WP ] You are the world 's first Pictomancer , with the ability to touch a picture and make it into reality .	The wizard sat in his wizard tower with is apprentice watching. He had to be very careful about how he uses his powers. He first used to create a bucket. It was a pretty easy thing to draw. He showed his apprentice and his apprentice was very impressed. He had seen the wizard do conjuration before, but pictomancy seemed surprisingly easy compared to his other rituals. His general method was to draw the object first, then anoint the picture with a special oil. It was pretty simple. Next the wizard drew a snake. A much simple object, a living being, but simple in shape. The apprentice put the snake in the bucket, and was, once again, very impressed. Then the wizard left the apprentice with a long list of things to do and went out for the evening. The apprentice was looking at the list and had a sort of devious idea. Instead of washing the dishes, he could pictomancy new, clean dishes, then throw the old ones out. No one would know the difference. Then he thought that instead, he could draw his own apprentice, a sort of apprentice to the apprentice. Then he thought of just drawing a lady. This seemed like the best idea to him, because, even though dishes were important, he was very lonely. He drew the lady, and put on the oil. A knock came at the door. He opened it and screamed. It was his `` lady'' but she was horribly disfigured. He was n't a very good artist after all.
[ WP ] You are a serial killer who has chosen their next victim . But after a month of stalking them you realize that they are already being followed by ... an unnatural entity . You must save your new target , so you can kill them instead .	She is an ideal victim, really. Lives alone, only really travels from home to work. Hell, the last time she left her house for anything not relating to work was two weeks ago, when she got groceries. Yep, 20 year old Catherine Simmons. The perfect victim. Oh, how I lust for the moment my blade glides along her throat, after she has pleaded. I love the pleas of my toys. Music to my ears. Hmmm, what is she doing now? Oh, just starting up Netf- what the fuck is that? Did she invite a friend over or something? Impossible, I would ’ ve seen them enter the building. Is that even a human? Wait, are those fucking tentacles? Is that a statue? Some kind of artistic taste she has... oh, she ’ s turning on the lights. Did that thing just disappear? Oh fuck, what the fuck kind of Eldritch, Lovecroftian shit is this? Wait. Is that thing also gon na try to kill her? Oh no, fuck that. I ’ m killing her. This is my victim, god damn it, and I ’ m not going to let any Ktulu bullshit stop me from turning her into art. Time to kill. Wow, that was surprisingly easy to get into. Shit, I may have to kill more subjects here if the doorman is that blind. Okay, fifth floor, apartment 4. The door ’ s open? Did she sneak past meeee... OH FUCK WHAT THE HELL?! The fucking tentacle hentai thing is trying to eat her or some shit I guess? Whatever, fuck it. That ’ s my victim, you slimy fuck. Wait, how do I kill a Lovecrift thing? Does stabbing work? Let ’ s see. NOPE STABBING DOES NOT WORK OH GOD. Son of a bitch, is that a goddamn beak? Oh shit, I made it angry. OH I MADE IT ANGRY IT ’ S VERY ANGRY OH GOD OW OW OW get your tentacles off me you sack of fuck! Well shit, I guess cutting off the tentacles work. Well, maybe if I just... OH GOD BEAK SHOVE KNIFE IN BEAK! Is it dead? I think it ’ s dead. It stopped moving at least. Wait, who ’ s speaking right now? Oh shit, she ’ s talking to me. Is she congratulating me? Well shit, that ’ ll just make this all the more sweet. I don ’ t have my knife anymore, so I ’ m gon na have to bare hand this. Oh that look of surprise... I love that. It ’ s been so long since I ’ ve choked someone out... I forgot how fun choking is. Oh, the feel of life escaping. It ’ s almost orgasmic.
[ WP ] English beats up other languages in dark alleys , then rifles through their pockets for loose grammars and spare vocabulary .	The party had been a blast.'Southern Europeans Night' was definitely one of the best things that Spanish and Italian had organized in the last couple of months, ever since they went on that cruise to visit Greek. It was late at night, and they were out of the club, most of them ready to go back home. `` Oh, come on, let's stay a bit longer'' Albanian said. `` It's too late now, it's not safe to be fooling around'' Basque responded. Albanian seemed a bit annoyed at Basque. `` You're just such an oldie! You do n't know how to have fun''. `` I have n't been around for this long without common sense to survive'' Basque replied. `` So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back home''. French ( who, for some reason, had tagged along with the other Southern Europeans after hearing about the party from Catalan ) grabbed Basque by the shoulder. `` Hey, you and I leave nearby. A lady like you should not be walking home alone this late in the night''. Basque glared at Catalan for having been so indiscreet. Catalan, feeling a bit guilty, decided to intervene. `` Actually, I'm going in the same direction, so maybe we should go together as a party, right? Three is safer than two!'' Then Catalan looked for Spanish, Portuguese and Galician. `` Are you guys going to come with us?'' `` Actually, I'm going to go to this bar that Italian wanted to show me a while ago with him'' Spanish answered. `` It's OK, I'll get a taxi or something later''. They said their goodbyes, and while Spanish, Italian and Maltese went to the next bar, the rest of them went home. After a few shots, Italian and Maltese were quite drunk, and started to make out in the bar. A little embarrassed, Spanish decided to look for a toilet while the other two were at it. A sign on its door said that it was closed that night. `` Why is the toilet closed?'' Spanish asked the bartender. `` Japanese and Chinese had a huge fight there. I need to do some repair work before it can be used again'' the bartender explained. `` Damn'' Spanish cursed. He decided to go outside: there was a small alleyway with low transit where he could probably relieve his bladder. He went there and peed against the wall. Relieved, he decided to go back to the bar to meet Maltese and Italian again, but found his way out of the alleyway blocked by a thug. `` Well, well, well... What do we have here?'' the thug said. Spanish decided to ignore that person. It was probably someone who was too drunk and looking for a fight. Spanish tried to go past the person, but he moved to side to force Spanish to stay. `` You're not going anywhere, pal!'' the thug said, showing Spanish a knife. `` What do you want from me?'' Spanish asked. `` I guess you could give me some... vocabulary'' the thug laughed, showing its face to Spanish. Spanish soon recognized the Frankenstein monster look: it was English. Built using pieces stolen from other languages, some said that English still roamed the streets, looking for languages to steal words and grammar from. English, who had been a friend to Spanish some time ago, had turned into a bitter rival over the last few years. `` I'm not going to give you anything'' Spanish responded. `` Well, Spanish, I had n't recognized you in this dark alleyway'' English grinned. `` What a coincidence, I'm looking for some prey and I meet my greatest rival. This could n't have turned out any better''. `` I think you mean to say any worse'' Spanish corrected. `` What do you mean by that?'' English scorned. `` Do you think you can resist me?'' Spanish laughed. `` No, no... I wo n't resist you. I will make you suffer, because I am like you. And your words are just my favourite''. English attacked Spanish, but was too slow. Spanish took the knife from English's hand, stabbed it, and started to go through his pockets. He wanted it all, and did not leave a single word there. English screamed in pain, but there was nobody that could help him in that dark alleyway. Once he was done, Spain walked back into the bar, and found Maltese and Italian slightly sobered up. `` Hey, where have you been, Spanish? You've disappeared for a while there'' Maltese asked. `` Oh, I was just around, having some fun'' Spanish said, much happier than anytime during the party. `` Shall we go back home?'' `` Sure''. None of them suspected what Spanish had done to English in that dark alleyway.
[ WP ] You arrive in the year 1000 , and all you have are the clothes on your back , a laptop with the entire Wikipedia library , and a solar charger .	1000 - An unshaven man in mysterious garb is found at a local inn, attempting to communicate with the occupants with the aid of a glowing shape-shifting mirror. Man is robbed at knifepoint within the night. 1002 - It is claimed that for a modest fee, a peddler near the local fish market can perform strange magic with moving paintings for a few minutes a day during summer time. 1003 - The magical device of much notoriety finally makes its way into the hands of the King, placing a sizeable bounty on any information concerning previous owners. 1006 - After years of dead ends and hanged charlatans, a drunk vagrant from a border town is brought forth before the King and is intensely questioned. After a series of convincing operations performed upon the device, the vagrant is assigned the role of the King's Teknikal advisor. 1010 - A rudimentary printing press is formalized and used to dispatch all manner of propaganda and royal decrees throughout the land using a psychologically clever medium: captioned cartoon cats. 1020 - Literacy rates shoot up to 65 %. Perinatal mortality rate declines by as much as 80 % in the Capitol. 1030 - The first musket rifle is rolled out of production and used to defeat English Longbowmen in a decisive battle. Rail tracks are laid down between the main four cities as an entire workforce is conscripted into digging for coal. Allies and enemies alike refer to the Kingdom as `` the place of terrifying wonder''. 1040 - Mass transit is common, and tungsten filaments operate day and night in the capital city powered by a small coal power station. The kingdom spans half a continent and shows no sign of stopping. Capitol-approved `` magic-men'' are dispensed all around the kingdom as ad-hoc apothecaries and agriculture specialists, boosting crop yields and survivability rates for all manner of ailments. 1045 - The King's loyal teknikal advisor dies of liver complications. Without a successor, the court devolves into infighting, and a coup is staged. The magical kompewter device is destroyed in the confusion. 1120 - The kingdom has split into five separate provinces specialising in one of either coal production, musket production, or agriculture. 1580 - First powered flight. ****** ^^^Edit: ^^^Wow, ^^^slow ^^^WP ^^^day ^^^huh. ^^^I ^^^mean ^^^this ^^^is ^^^garbage, ^^^but ^^^I'll ^^^happily ^^^take ^^^your ^^^upvotes. ^^^If ^^^you ^^^want ^^^more ^^^please ^^^consider [ ^^^my ^^^bullshit ^^^sub ] ( http: //www.whyisadvertizingpersonalsubsthefuckingnormnow.com )
[ WP ] A strawberry leaves a metallic aftertaste in your mouth . what happens next ?	I was the first person it happened to. I remember the vividly. It was right after my eighteenth birthday. I was walking home from class an for whatever reason, strawberries grabbed my attention. I could n't shake the craving, so I stopped at the market and picked some up. I still wonder what might have happened if I did something different. Anyway I am straying a bit. That strange metallic aftertaste did n't kick in until I had eaten the whole thing. Almost as if it was waiting to reveal itself until it was already to late. That strange taste floored me. Something was wrong with my food, but I did n't think much of it that day. I tossed the rest and continued home. Even though I had felt normal, my whole world changed that day. The next morning I awoke and noticed not all was as it seemed. I felt different. Much more at ease. I decided that I could use a day off from class. I played hookie. It was n't something I did often, but occasionally with the mood struck me. During my misadventures in the park that day a man was screaming frantically for help. Turns out his boy had fallen into the pond they were fishing at and neither of them could swim. I was always raised that if it was in you power to change things for the better it was your obligation, so of course I jumped in. The water was colder than it should have been. I felt my chest constrict immediately. It took me a few minutes to find the child. The water was murky at best. By this point my lungs were burning. I needed to surface for air, but I could n't. If I needed air, then this child must be close to death. No telling how long he had been there. I pushed on, further into the dark water. By the time I found the boy my lungs were screaming at me. I was at my limit. My mouth opened up and gasped for air only to take in water. My lungs stopped burning. My head was clear. Somehow I was breathing under water. I wrapped the boy up in my arms and kicked for the surface. When we made shore I was tired. When I say tired, I mean super fucking fatigued. I imagine it is the kind of fatigue Navy Seals feel at the end of training. Pushing past it I focused on the boy. He was dead. I did n't make it in time. The father was hysterical. Blabbering and pounding on his dead son's chest. Pleading with the powers that be to bring his boy back. I recall him even offering his soul to the Devil so that his boy might live. I decided to start CPR, not really for the child's benefit but in an effort to keep the father calm until the Para-Medics arrived. I never had a chance to start though. I touched the boy, he gasped to life, and I blacked out. That is how it all started. A single funny strawberry gave me some pretty incredible powers. Everything was pretty awesome for a while. I was an eighteen year old kid with super powers. What more could I ask for? Until I started to notice how much using the powers was draining me. Until I noticed that each time it took me longer an longer to recover. Then something big happened. Others across the world were experiencing the same things. It appears that I was patient zero. Everyone I touched was doomed and it did n't stop with them. It just continued to spread. By the time I realized it was killing me it was already to late. I could n't even warn them. No one ever knew until it was to late. Within a month the entire human species was gone. Since then I just kind of float around space. An invisible consciousness telling stories to my imaginary friends in an attempt to stave off insanity brought about by loneliness. EDIT: Formatting.
[ WP ] A bee goes undercover as a wasp in a sting operation .	`` Honey, I'm home! ``, announced the bee as he waited outside of his bee-home. `` Oh Apis! I'll buzz you in!''. Mandarinia said through the bee-intercom. The bee-door opened after a loud buzz, the audible `` go ahead'' of Apis and Mandarinia's bee-apartment building. As Apis flew up the stairs to his shared apartment on the 10th floor, he wondered what the purpose of stairs were, because he had wings. Mandarinia opened the bee-door and let him in before he could knock. His wife was beautiful. An outsider, but beautiful. His wife was a hornet, an enemy from an enemy colony. He had met her in his early career, during an undercover operation in Hornet Land. He fell in love with the enemy, but their colonies were saved because of it. Maybe it saved him too. They sat together and watched the bee-news. `` H. Combs here, sitting with bee-activist and known anti bee-war spokesbee, Stingh Iz SueCyde. Also joining us is a known anti-hornet, anti-Winnie the Pooh, pro-honey and leader of the `` Bee-wing Hivemind'' group. Welcome Flylo BuzzBee. Thank you both for joining us on MSN-BEE-C. Our segment, `` Ooh that stings!'' Is a bit controversial, because we discuss controversial things! Our first topic is,'Hornets, evil savages Or sub-honeybee?'''. Apis flips to another bee-channel as he cringes at the fact Mandarinia had to listen to that hogwash. `` I'm sorry about that Mandi, these beeple, they get in this hivemind and just-'' `` Api, it's OK. You dismantled the hornet gang that abducted honeybees and hornets for bee-sex slave trafficking. You are a hero, and you saved us when you did n't have to. Our colonies do n't see eye to eye often, but we do. That's all that matters to me.'' They looked into each other's bee-eyes, and hugged each other in a long, warm embrace. Mandarinia led him to the bee-room... on the bee-bed... and had a passionate session of bee-sex. They laid in each other's wings, and sighed a sigh of happiness. This love is sweeter than honey, Apis though. The next morning they got ready for work. Apis brushed his furry backside as Mandarinia shined her wings. `` Mandi, I have some free time after work, do you want to rent `` Bee Movie'' and order some human picnic food crumbs?'' asked Apis as he ate a single Honey Nut Cheerios O. `` That sounds lovely Api! Today we have a new project at work, something about learning how to sue humans or something. Today they're gon na keep me'busy as a bee', haha, is that how you honeybees say it?'' `` No we say'busy as us', the same way bee-Jesus would say'oh my dad!'.'' They kiss each other lovingly, and go their seperate ways, both excited about their bee-date planned. Apis had n't felt butterflies in his stomach in ages, and he just knew he had to bee-marry Mandarinia tonight. She was never the over the top romantic type, and always preferred to stay home than go out. If he made reservations, she would know something was up. He would propose to her at home where would not suspect a thing. He decided to call in sick today. He made his way across town to the jewelry shop to pick out a ring. He pressed his face against the glass, and saw the perfect ring. It was a tiny piece of lead carved into a ring, broken off from one of those giant human mechanical pencils the jewellers stole from some mangaka. Engraved on the graphite was the words `` I want to bee with you''. Apis payed the bee behind the counter, and was on his way to get flowers. On the way, he sensed he was being followed. He was in the bad part of town, and he cursed himself for not realizing sooner. Even in the morning, crime is rampant in downtown Bee-City. He turns around, and two big hornets and a honeybee stare back at him. Apis was shocked. There stood none other than Cerana the honeybee and Vespa and Vespa Jr. The two hornet brothers and the honeybee in charge of the bee-sex slave trade in Hornet Land, the same insects Apis put away. `` Apis, you have something of ours, you fucking STING!'' He had come to hate that word, it wasnt a nice word, used to single out undercover agents in sting operations. Using that word usually ended in a murder. He had seen so many good agents outed and brutally destroyed. `` You're a monster Vespa. How the hell are you out so early?!'' shouted Apis. `` I have friends allll over. I'm very friendly. ``, Vespa mocked. `` Your prison system is a joke too. A few honey combs here and there, and here I am a free bee. I even got my buddies out.'' Apis was now aware of a circle of hornets and honeybees closing in on him. `` Now I'm going to say this one more time Sting, you have something of ours.'' Vespa inched closer, `` where is my favorite whore.'' Apis whipped out his Raid gun, a water gun type weapon filled with the solution used to kill insects by humans, and sprayed at the nearest thugs. The ones who were hit were screaming in agony as they hit the floor hard, and convulsed violenty and melted at the same time, before dying. Vespa Jr lunged, but was quickly sidestepped, and went sprawling towards a lunging honeybee. He was impaled and died on the spot. Vespa let out a roar, `` Junior!''. He flew above the chaos and landed next to his dead brother, and removed the stinger that killed him. He picked up the dead honeybee thug and tossed him into the frey. Apis was making quick work of the thugs. Cerana tried to impale him as Apis' ran out of ammo, but his stinger was snatched at the last second and ripped off. Cerana died like the honeybee that accidentally killed Vespa Jr, his guts ripped from him as they were attached to his stinger. Apis used the stinger as a knife, as he stabbed the henchmen left and right, Apis and Vespa were the only insects left. The alleyway was littered with corpses. Vespa, not having engaged in combat, was fine. Apis, on the other hand took out a small army, and was out of breath. His attacks were easy for Vespa to dodge. He snatched the stinger from Apis and stabbed him with it. He gasped for breath as he fell to his bee-knees. Vespa picked up the Mandarinia's ring. `` Aw Sting, do n't tell me you're going to marry my favorite whore?! Hahahaha Manda? Reaaally? How pathetic are you?'I want to bee with you'? We've all been in her bee-hole. She's damaged goods Apis. She's had a nice little vacation in your shithole colony, but she's going riiight back to where she was.'' Vespa held the knife close to Apis' eyes. `` As we speak Sting, my beeple are heading to Mandarinia's job to snatch her. Do you think I would tell you what I was doing and give you the chance to stop me before I did what I was gon na do? Fucking amateur.'' `` Stay the fuck away from Mandi!'' To be continued, I'm half asleep over here. Thanks for reading so far lol.
[ EU ] Mr. Rogers wakes up one day to find that he has been transported to Westeros , and is now a member of the Game of Thrones universe .	Tywin Lannister strapped his boots on, awaiting word on when the council would convene. The wear and tear from his younger days were no more evident than on his feet. His dark blue veins protruded out away from everything except his ankles, and his toes looked the pains of many a war. Suddenly, Tywin heard a noise coming from the back closet corridor, in the far east side of his room. Soon he rose, for Tywin never liked surprises, and thus was never taken off guard. He approached his closet. `` Who goes there?'' he asked coarsely. His eyes pierced through to where the doors had been shut. `` I take it if you like my wardrobe, you do need my permission.'' The door rattled slowly, and then with one final jolt, busted open. As the figure rolled out from the door and on to the floor, Tywin glazed downward with curiosity. `` Do n't bother to rise, it will be wasted effort'' Tywin suggested, as the man lay at his feet. The figure adorned a woolen sweater jacket the likes that Tywin had never seen. `` Please, sir, I beg of you, let me explain,'' the exhausted man said as he tried to catch his breath. `` I am Mr. Rogers, and I really just want to be your friend.'' Tywin wore a rue smile. But at the same time, his disdain for the guards overtook him. `` How did you get in here?'' `` It's good to be curious, about many things,'' Mr. Rogers retorted. `` Have you ever grown any thing in the garden of your mind?'' Tywin's rage started to build from within. His patience had already grown thin, especially after spending the past fortnight dealing with his incompetent children. `` What madness are you created from? Answer me, I am Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock!'' Mr. Rogers looked up in despair. He had no idea of his surroundings, but continued to believe that he had left reality for the world of make-believe. He took one final chance, thinking if he could meet with King Friday XIII, he could smooth everything over. `` I'd like to speak with the king, he and I are friends,'' Mr. Rogers exhaled as he looked up. `` Please, the king knows me.'' Tywin backed away slowly. He had no time to deal with this new nuisance, and if his grandchild had a friend in King's Landing, he would not know, nor care anyways. `` Fair enough, Mr..'' Tywin glared back for a moment. `` Rogers, was n't it? If you wish to meet with him, I will let him sort out your pettiness of breaking into my room.'' And with that, Mr. Rogers was free to leave the room, and free to live through his first day in Westeros. He was off to see the king, though it was not who he thought.
[ WP ] The Make a Wish Foundation operates on the logic of equivalent exchange . For every wish they grant , one of equal or greater value must be taken .	`` Look, kid,'' there was a click as Wayne's lighter flickered off, `` this is n't fun for me either. Really it is n't. But she's got ta go.'' `` You're going to burn down my house?'' This sucked. Was n't supposed to happen. He was careful to watch when Timmy's parents got in the minivan, dapper in their matching suits ( 7:30 AM except on Fridays ) -- they would drive him to school, disappear in their matching offices and come back by five PM earliest. Reminded him, in the sad kind of way he had been feeling for the last months, of his own old schedule. But of course Timmy was home today. Jesus, so classic. `` Kid, it's been a long week. How about you step outside, head to grandma's or something, let me take care of this and we call it a day.'' `` I'm gon na call the police.'' `` Jesus. Ca n't fucking catch a break.'' Wayne swung the fridge door closed, not even having found a half decent snack. He was allergic to a third of the things on the shelves anyways -- as if the world was n't conspiring enough against him already. In any case, good thing he was hungry or, honestly, he probably would n't have bothered to check inside the house at all. Well, good thing-ish. At this rate he was still staring down the barrel of shit severance pay and Lucille with leukemia's sad eyes. `` Hello? Hello?'' He was torn out of his daydream by Timmy's obnoxious, high-pitched whine, a line of stupid sound waves hitting the phone receiver. `` Are you fucking me right now.'' `` Help me,'' Timmy began with a grin, quickly turning his back as Wayne began to take laboured steps towards him. `` There's a man in my house! Please send...'' His voice trailed off as he turned the corner into the hallway and disappeared. There was a moment -- for a moment Wayne was sure he would chase him, tie him up, throw him outside or something. But he quickly realized he could n't. For one, kid was quick. But mostly, he did n't have the heart. He pulled the fridge door open again, the sterile glow from inside lighting up the polished linoleum beneath his feet. `` It's how the world works,'' he remembered being told by the lady in the sharp blazer, `` cut down some trees, build a house. You can never get something from nothing. So if we want to build happiness for someone who needs it most, we take some happiness from someone who can put the pieces back together pretty quick anyways. Makes sense, right?'' `` Eat a sandwich, comes out as shit. One for one...'' ``... Tit for tat,'' he imagined her saying with her condescending sneer. There were stuffed animals and warm lamps and thank-you cards plastered against the walls, but it felt fake even in his mind. As Wayne peered up from above the door of the open fridge, he gazed around the kitchen again -- three chairs around an empty table, a half-full glass of milk no doubt getting sticky around the base where it rested on the floral placemat. This, despite its emptiness and cool lighting, felt really nice. The woman in his head spoke up again. `` And we only want the best for the little girl. What a big wish, though! This will be quite the job.'' `` And that must have been quite the boob job, ma'am.'' Wayne muttered to himself, snickering as he perused the shelves inside the fridge. He had made up his mind, come to think of it, probably before even coming inside the house today. But the imaginary pitter-patter of his daughter's steps on the kitchen floor was enough to keep him calm. It was a background metronome -- mostly constant, but broken up in places where she had begun learning how to walk and would fall. Rarely at first, but then more often. He suddenly wanted to vomit, and cry and scream all at once. He heard voices -- blazer lady, his ex-wife, and an overwhelming, cheerful giggle. Sirens in the distant background. Quickly, Wayne twisted off the cap of the jar of peanut butter and grabbed a handful, swallowing it whole. He was able to push down another one or two into his mouth before he gagged. His airways tightened fast and his breaths became frantic, loud whistling wheezes that Timmy could make out from his room upstairs, even from behind the locked door, with the cabinet pushed against it. One for one, tit for tat. Wayne thought as he lost vision around the edges, the sirens fading away now. Who knows, Lucille, maybe my wish comes true too.
[ WP ] Area 51 is n't an alien test site , it blocks the entrance into the underworld . A government worker slowly loses his mind while he tries to keep the secret from his family .	They said it was going to be challenging. They said it was going to test my sanity. Hell, they said it would probably rip my family apart. They were right on all counts. Oh, no, not that part. My family does n't even consider it lying, really. They're used to `` Daddy's Special Job'', and only Jenny, my five year old, even bothers asking me about my job any more. I mean, it's mostly about the display status of her latest piece of art at work, but still, it's something. Uhhh, I started hearing the voices, I guess, what... 2 months ago? I remember it coincided with Jeremy's little league debut. Yeah, I'd say 2 months. Well, first as faint murmurs. That was when I really started questioning my sanity. I talked to my supe about it and he was like, `` it's part of the job, do n't let it get to you, there's always a Doc onsite'', blah blah blah. Oh, sorry, it's not that I do n't think you guys help, it's just they did n't really explain what I'd experience. The voices turned from murmurs to whispers to speaking voices. Two days ago it was like a full on yell, and that's when I booked the appointment. Could n't tell you. Sounds like... you know that scene in Passion of the Christ, when the devil's all snakey and talking to Jesus? It sounds kinda like that. Sounds real important. Again, I could n't tell you. My guess? They're saying open sesame, in whatever weird ass language they use. Nah, not even for a second. Seriously, no. I mean, ok, ok, there was one incident. I was having trouble sleeping, nightmares, which, now that I think of it, have become a little more frequent than I'd like. Like, every night? Yeah, I know, I know, write them down, talk to the priest. I do, that's not what I'm talking about here. So my wife wakes me up and says I've been screaming `` Open the door, open the door!'' My hands are bloody from digging my nails into my palms. My wife... god, I've never seen her so scared. How the hell do you think that made me feel!? My wife was terrified, I was terrified... it was n't until I went in to wake up Jenny for school that I lost it. I ca n't, oh god it's so awful. Alright, alright, just... give me a sec. So I walk into Jenny's room and I see her... floating above the bed. There's this like, dark purple vortex or something on the ceiling, but like upside down. Her arms and legs are just kind of hanging there, and it looks like something is pulling her into the vortex. I grabbed her and held her, and the vortex goes away. How the hell do I know? Supe never mentioned this, the priest never mentioned this, and you're asking ME what I think? God, I'm telling you this is really getting to me. The worst part is I ca n't tell my family, even though they're in huge danger! Well, I guess they're probably at home right now, why? Wait, wait, hold on. You ca n't... hey, just what the hell is going on here? Oh god, no. OH MY GOD PLEASE NO!
[ RF ] Your classmate has never seen snow fall in their life . You 're there while they witness their first snowfall .	“ It ’ s so quiet. ” Jeanne ’ s voice isn ’ t much louder than the snow falling outside. The chill from the open door crawls across the floor and right up my legs, under my pajama bottoms. “ Shut the door. ” I lean over the kitchen counter to chastise her with a frown on my face. Jeanne blinks back at me in surprise, all bundled up while she sits on the table. The door to the small balcony is wide open. Outside, in a hush, the snow is falling. Not anything I hadn ’ t seen before, considering where our college is. Jeanne is entranced by it though and letting all the heat out of the apartment. “ Sorry, it ’ s just—I haven ’ t seen snow before. ” Jeanne hesitates on getting to her feet as she turns to look back out the open door. I shiver, stepping into the living room and finding my slippers, stepping into them. “ Seriously? ” Arms wrapped around myself, I step over beside her. I keep my eyes on her, arms crossed over my chest to try to hold my warmth to me. It ’ s not as bad as a few years ago but it still makes me shiver. “ Yeah, never seen it. ” Jeanne shivers a little under her fluffy blanket. Her feet are bare, sticking out the bottom of the little pupa she makes on the table. “ Have you ever just sat and watched it? ” I open my mouth and then stop, considering the question. I probably had when I was younger. It ’ s not something that I had done recently or in a very long time. Usually I was complaining about the cold or playing in it. I turn and look out the door. The snow builds on the edge of the balcony, on each horizontal part of the railing and on the concrete of the ground under it. The treetops outside the dorm are peppered in white, their branches heavy with the layer that coats the ground. “ It ’ s not like rain, ” Jeanne states, keeping her voice low. “ It ’ s so quiet. ” There ’ s a few moments of silence as I lean against the sliding glass door, staring out into the snowy night. Flakes fall through the light from the balcony, making spots through further away lights as they aim for the ground. I try to remember seeing the snow for the first time and I don ’ t remember the experience. There had just always been snow. I jump to imagining I had never seen snow before. “ Yeah, it is, ” I reply, voice quiet to match Jeanne ’ s voice. Just the awe in her voice tells me all I need to know about what seeing it means to her. I linger a few moments longer before turning away. “ Don ’ t let all the heat out though. ” I offer her a smile that she returns. “ I won ’ t, ” she promises. With a nod, I start back towards my room. I ’ ve got an essay to write. *** ^ ( I was hilariously that classmate once lol. Find more of my writings at r/Syraphia )
[ WP ] You 're in the stall of the bathroom and then ...	I hear screams, I am scared. There is a low humble that sounds like an engine anndd.... BAM! One hundred and ten stories of pure steel are resonating against whatever just happened. I can not even think, all I know is that I need to get out. Next thing I know I am in the hallway where the fire alarm is blazing and people are running past me. Without thinking, I follow pursuit, leading to the staircase which leads 18 stories down to the ground floor. There is literally a sea of people flowing like water. I join into the masses when I hear another low humble like an engine, but this time it is n't as loud and it does n't shake the building so much. I finally make it down to the ground floor, then out into the sunlight where I turn around and witness the worst terrorist attack on American soil.
[ WP ] A man sells his soul to become rich and powerful , but in exchange he must choose something to haunt him for the rest of his life . He jokingly chooses 'dank memes ' , but the result is more terrifying than he ever could have imagined .	Smiling menacingly, the genie stared at me with little effort to hide his impatience. I guess I was taking my sweet time to make a decision, but the reality of it had n't quite sunk in yet. Here I was, standing in a dusty, abandoned temple, in the middle of a ruins of an ancient civilization, and talking to an actual genie! The only thought stopping me from calling myself insane is the idea that an insane person probably would n't know that their mind had cracked... right? `` Well?'' he croaked, crossing his arms. A hazy glow surrounded him, only partially obscured by the dust floating in the air. He looked real enough. `` Give me a minute!.. I mean, another one!'' Maybe I should n't be yelling at a creature as powerful as a genie, but I was stressed. He was offering me fame, power, riches... lovers... I could n't even grasp the whole list. `` I think I'm gon na go. Sitting in that lamp for eternity was better than waiting on you,'' he laughs as he teases me. `` Ok, fine, FINE! I accept your conditions. My wish is for everything you described, but with one more. I want to be immortal!'' Fortune favors the bold after all. `` Hahaha! Yes, yes!'' His quick agreement probably should have worried me. He clapped his hands, and that was it. He was gone. The dusty temple was nothing but an empty room, with me staring at a dark corner. I looked around. I guess I expected piles of treasure, maybe some crowds bowing, or at the very least, an attractive lady at my side. Maybe I really did imagine the whole scenario. I laughed out loud. I guess it's time to pack up and head back to base camp. I pulled out my phone and texted my ride to let her know the trip was a bust. She did n't respond right away, but I wanted a quick response, I would have called. A few minutes later, my screen lights up with `` who are you?'' `` Haha, very funny,'' I texted back. `` Are you coming to pick me up or not?'' `` I do n't know who you are, sorry, you must have the wrong number. Please stop texting me,'' she responded. This joke was going a little too far and my patience was already thin after my little imaginary genie confrontation. `` Come on, stop messing around, it's getting dark around here and walking back through the desert sounds shitty.'' But the text never went through. Looks like she blocked me? I appreciate the commitment to a good joke, but honestly it only soured my mood further. I texted a couple others at the camp, and more or less they all responded with the same confusion. Looks like I'm walking. An hour later I arrived in a near by town, and to my surprise, one of the local buses was still in operation and about to head to the city where my team was located. I quick ran over and hopped on. It was a newer bus and took credit cards as payment. I swipe my card without thinking about it, but the machine beeps and spits back `` declined.'' What? I had at least a couple grand on that card this morning. I tried it again - declined. Declined. The driver looks at me with a shrug, and waves me off the bus. I quick check my bank account on my phone. Empty. I check my main savings account. Nada. What. the. fuck?! Now starting to develop a panic, I run into the traveler's stop restroom to splash some cold water on my face. This must be a nightmare. This is too unreal. I find the restroom empty and quickly splash some water on my face. When I look up, I involuntarily let out a gasp. In the mirror, staring back at me, was a withered, disgusting, zombie-like creature. Its limbs barely intact, the muscles far beyond atrophy. The face appeared to be almost rotting. I had to be seeing things, the mirror was dusty. I went to wipe it clean, but I could n't lift my arms. I looked down, and screamed when I saw my arms had become those same lifeless limbs. I collapsed backwards, unable to hold my weight. I gasped for air, I could barely move my diaphragm at all. Burning agony built in my chest, and my vision dimmed. I suddenly saw the bus driver, of all people, walk in smirking. Suddenly I noticed his face. It was the genie's face!! What the hell is going on?! He reached down and grabbed my wallet, pulling out my ID. He appeared to be reading my name. He laughed, tossing my wallet and ID onto my decaying body. Shaking his head with fake remorse, he calmly stated: `` Bad luck, Brian.'' The last thing I heard was his menacing laugh as my vision faded and my lungs stopped working for good.
[ WP ] Thomas , the engine that would rather not	The last of the trains eased slowly into its park. The distorted and rusty iron door crashed violently to the floor, the chain wheel over winding furiously after the door had fallen. Silence. Thomas closed his eyes and began to drift off. It had been a long day carrying loads of coal. Gordon's voice stood out in the darkness. `` I got something off the operator today. He reckons it's some good shit, straight down the line from a supplier in New York. High quality meth, lads.'' `` In'' said Henry. `` You do n't even need to ask I'm fucking fiending'' added James. `` What about you Tommy?'' Sneered Gordon. `` You know I do n't like that shit Gordon. I'm clean now. Look at me. My paint is shiny, I've been carrying an extra cart, have n't needed maintenance for weeks, no fucking way Gordon.'' `` Bitch'' said Henry. `` Little girl'' added James. `` Fuck the lot of ya. I'm going to sleep so cut out the banter you bunch of miserable cunts.'' Said Thomas in a final way.
[ WP ] In the future , instead of a life prison sentence , criminals are given the option to have their memories and personality erased . You just woke up and realised you do n't know anything about yourself .	I opened my eyes. My mind felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls. I tried to sit up but I could n't. `` He's awake.'' I heard someone say. Suddenly there was a bright torch being shined in my eyes. `` What's your name? What year is it? Where do you live?'' Panic gripped me. What was my name? The man kept bombarding me with questions `` I.. I do n't know, please what's going on?'' I tried to sit up again but I realise my hands are bound `` Tell me you name!'' the man said. `` Please I do n't know, please let me go'' I began to sob. I could n't remember anything. What the hell was going on. `` The treatment seems to have taken. You can send in his parents now'' I heard a door open and foot steps. `` The treatment has worked. We'll need to keep him restrained for another 24 hours, but you may talk to him. Just do n't talk about... the incident. It's going to take a lot to get him as a functional member of society again. But it is still better than the alternative'' The door slammed behind him as he left. `` Jake?'' a woman's voice this time. `` Who? please help me. They have me tied to this bed.'' I pleaded The two people came and stood over my bed. `` Jake, Jake look at me. Are you alight?'' The woman asked. Lines of concern creased her face and her eyes were red. She had been crying. `` No I'm not all right. Can someone explain to me what is going on?'' `` Your name is Jake. We are your parents. There was a terrible accident.'' The man spoke this time. `` Please let me go'' I struggled against my restraints. I could n't remember anything but I was sure that I could never have been this afraid in my life. The woman began to cradle my head in her arms `` Shh, shh. Just a couple of days and you'll be out of here.'' My first week home was hard. Getting adjusted to life without a past is unimaginable. My parents showed me around my house. Showed me pictures of my childhood. Tried to explain the story behind each one. It took me a few days to even believe they were my parents. But anything was better than that tiny room they had me locked up in. `` What happened to me? What caused all this?'' The man that was supposed to be my father said `` It's better if we do n't talk about it. The doctors said it might be catastrophic if we were to tell you'' It was a month before they let me out of the house and even then one of them would escort me. No one would look me in the eye, when I passed. Anyone that I tried to have a conversation with, would excuse themselves and walk off. I began to wonder what happened to me? I had no physical scars, so I doubted I had been in something as serious as a car crash. One night when I could n't sleep, I wondered downstairs to find something to eat, when I over heard a conversation from my parents room. `` Did we do the right thing?'' asked my mum. `` How can you even ask that? Would you prefer he stayed locked up? Or worse, that we never found out and he was still committing those heinous acts. At least we still have our son. At least we get a second chance to raise him properly.'' My father said heated. He sounded absolutely disgusted. `` Yes but where did we go wrong? What started him down that path?'' `` I do n't know. Maybe he picked it up from those video games he used to play?'' I walked off in a daze. What the hell was that all about? It was a good 6 months before they let me outside by myself. I was allowed to run small errands, like grabbing bread and milk from the local store. No one would look at me though. I really started to question myself. But I stifled the feeling. What ever had happened to me had been so traumatic, I do n't think I wanted to remember what happened. I was warned constantly by my parents that if I did try and uncover what happened, the shock would kill me. I started to believe that. A year had passed. I had begun to enjoy my daily walks to the store. Some people had even started to say hello to me. It was on one of these walks that I was grabbed and pulled into an alley. `` What the hell?'' a dishevelled man in a long coat had grabbed me and dragged me into the alley and now he was pacing back and forth, `` Please I do n't have much money, but please do n't hurt me.'' I said. For some reason I did n't feel threatened. `` I just had to see you one last time.'' he said `` Wait, what?'' `` Can you remember me? Oh god they really did it did n't they? They wiped your memory?'' `` I was in an accident that gave me amnesia. Who are you? What are you talking about? `` Jake, my name is Ryan. You do n't remember me at all?'' He grabbed my hand and gently caressed it. He blue eyes filled with sadness. I wanted to pull away but I could n't. `` I ah have to go. Please stay away from me.'' Something had come over me and I could n't help myself. I felt sick. At that moment he kissed me. My head felt like it was on fire. He pulled away and at that moment a police car pulled up. `` Both of you freeze.'' In an instant I was tackled to the ground. The next 24 hours were the worst in my short life. I was asked by multiple people what happened. Cop after cop drilled me. Even doctors interviewed me. My story was always the same. I was pulled into the alley way and that man tried to mug me. He had tried to kiss me. They all seemed more focus on the kiss than the actual mugging. Asking how it made me feel. I was eventually allowed to go home. I over heard one of the doctors tell my parents `` The treatments seems to be holding. We should n't need to do anything else. Just keep an eye on him.'' It was another 6 months before I was allowed out again. The whole time I could n't stop thinking about that kiss. Then one day I saw Ryan again. I was n't scared. I walked up to him. `` Hey Ryan Can I talk to you?'' He turned to me and said `` I'm sorry, do I know you? See 6 months ago I had an accident. Gave me amnesia. But I got to say, you're the 1st person besides my sister that's said anything to me since I got out of hospital. Want to hang out one day?''
[ WP ] A creppy girl appeared on day at your house , trying to scare you with her creepy powers . You decide to adopt her and raise her to be good . It is working , kind of .	Her eyes bolted from one side of the room to the other, bashfully stealing gazes from her adoptive father. Who, though he does n't mind, is awfully aware of her piercingly cute gaze - those cute cat-like gaze of hers. It was one of her tells. It was easy to see how hungry she was, between the small line of drool crawling its way outside her mouth, just teetering between dripping and staying at the left-most edge of her lips. Her eyes would also study her next meal, first with eyes of curiosity, then as if she was being exhorted her eyes would look at her meal with preying eyes. She was by no means an ordinary girl, that much was obvious. Most people would be repulsed by her, fusing him into a fits of rage; though he was n't stupid nor was he blind of the facts. Her lithe body was endearing and cute, it was small and it could be compared to that of a malnourished street rat - her condition was better now though, as healthy and happy as she was now. But her little body would also bear two estranged appendages, just behind her and if one would trace their eyes down her back they would be met with a bestial tail, that of a cat's. It was, like herself, slender and with fur as dark as night. It would be longer than her legs themselves and so the little girl required to bring that strange appendage of hers in a constant lift. Raising ones eyes now towards her head she would always sport that lopsided smile of hers, it was strangely endearing no matter how one would look at it. It was as if you were looking at kitten's cute and warm features before they turn into that of the detached, regal pride of an adult cat's. Looking further up, it was n't so questionable to think that this analogy could n't be more apt for her. Black ears not unlike a cats were perched proudly atop her head, pointed and worthy of being patted - if he did n't have anything better to do he would gladly be petting those ears of hers all day long. `` Dad, can I have your soup?'' She kept her voice low, bashfully swaying her legs underneath the table and batting her eyes. From that alone he knew that the little kit would be quite the looker and perhaps quite the minx, too. He knew inciting her by giving her his soup would only enforce the idea that the coquettish way she was acting right now was something that was acceptable. But as her father - well, adoptive father - he could n't help but feed her desires and cave into her decidedly cute mannerisms. `` Of course, sweety'' He smiled, at her in a most fatherly manner. She smiled back and happily received her father's meal from him. `` Daddy Alex is aunty Amy coming today?'' Her eyes were still trained onto her father's soup but it was easy to see that her attention was still locked to her father's deep baritone. He smiled, seeing his daughter actively engage with him in a conversation was an improvement over on her part. His smile made way for a thoughtful expression as he brought his hands to swipe at his phone's screen, opening the device. `` In a few week's time-'' He said, looking at the schedule he had written in his phone `` -yes, your aunty's coming. What will you do when she comes?'' `` Be petted by her! Then, then, then I'll give her the luck charm I made for her!'' `` Ohh?'' This caught his attention. He lifted his gaze from his phone and to his daughter, who was positively beaming with happiness and a sincere sort of look. There was many things that could've brought that on and his mind was pacing to find exactly what that was. `` We got off in a wrong foot'' as if reading his mind she mused, `` I want to give her my apologies. When daddy gave my a gift I felt so happy! So maybe if I give something to her she'll also be happy.'' `` Very good, Alice, very good'' She smiled at her, pleased. She was sure smart and quick to read between the lines, maybe teaching her to act properly coquettish and to properly read the moods of people would serve her well in the future. He knew better than anyone that she would n't abuse that set of skills - he had that much faith in her. `` Can daddy see what your gift for aunty Amy is?'' He asked, propping his head against his hand. She nodded, closing her eyes and opening them once more to the sight of slighted irises glowing an angry red color and even radiating an ominous, if not a chilling atmosphere with them. His face still kept that ever present smile of his, fatherly and caring as they were but his eyes... the way he painted them now were a melancholic frown. He did n't hate the oddity and mystics surrounding his daughter, what he hated was the side effects that and misfortune that it brought her. He hated that he hit her when she knocked on his door - when they first met,. He hated that he treated her with scorn when she knocked on his door again. He hated it the most when he spat on her face. It tore his heart apart to remember those memories. He did n't deserve her and she sure as hell deserved better. But... She knocked for the forth time... he'd given her another chance, though begrudgingly, he'd given her his time of day, he learned about her, about who she was and what she was. He moved her heart after before long and he'd taken her in and gave her a new name: Maine Luther, adoptive daughter of Alex Luther. `` Daddy?'' `` Ah? oh. Yes honey?'' Looking at her worried face, he gave her a blank smile, if only to alleviate her from worry. She smiled back, if she learned one thing from her father it was that he regret treating her like he used to and that it still gnawed at him, so all she could give was a reassuring smile, seeing through him. `` Dad, here it is!'' Though that conversation was left as quickly as it began a new one took its place, thankfully for the both of them. Quickly, her hands pushed into his face a black cat doll `` Ca n't say I did n't expect that but its nice'' She giggled `` OH! dad I also made an accompanying dress to go with it'' She puffed her chest out proudly. `` Oh?'' `` Here it is!'' She ran back to her room, there was some tumbling and ruckus following her wake but when she came back she wore a long flowing black long sleeved dress and pointed hat. He smirked, impressed `` Come here'' He hugged the adorable little kit, though he supposed right now she was his adorable little witch. He held her hand as they parted spinning the girl like a ballerina as he does so `` There goes my little witch! You. are. so. adorable!'' The two shared a giggle before it devolved into full on laughter.
[ WP ] You and several other children listen to the oldest elder in your villiage tell you of how people all over the world were once united by a thing called `` the Internet . ''	Come around and gather'round me As I tell you of time before the free. There were sites you'd see while dreaming, Sites for crying, sites for screaming. From viewership to sponsors rises power With time, your soul it will devour. From Firefox to Safari to Chrome, You'll never be alone As you get dragged into a meme Trapped forever, it may seem... But never mind, children, do not worry After all, this is just a story. You have no need to cry, no need to fret When you listen to the tale of the Net. _______________________ I do n't write poems. god bless.
[ WP ] You give hell a new meaning .	Actually based off a real life experience. So this is me telling him this I loved you for 15 years. You were everything to me, and I would have done anything for you. We dated for a little while, but nothing serious ever came of it, we were much too young. But yet, I kept on loving you, all through out high school and even afterwards. I had never loved someone so much before, but you never seemed to care. I accepted being just friends with you because you meant so much to me. We were always close, and finally, after so many years of trying to get a chance with you, you agreed. You admitted that you loved me all along too, but you were too scared of losing the friendship we had. Quickly after we started dating, I realized you were not the person I thought you were. You were so hateful and cruel to me. You ripped my self esteem and dignity away from me, leaving me with nothing left to give. But yet I loved you so much. Once again, you left me, you broke my heart. I was broken for a very long time, but now, I have moved on and no longer feel as strongly towards you as I did. I will never be able to love you the way I did before, because you give hell a whole new meaning.
[ WP ] The protagonist has superhuman reflexes and thinking speed and views split second decisions as if they were long drawn out chess matches . Describe a fight scene from the protagonist 's point of view .	Twenty of the King's soldiers opened fire, bullets flying through the air in slow motion. Each bullet had a tragectory, and each gun had a new bullet coming out, with the new bullets having their own trajectory based on the gun's movements. I estimated twenty bullets to exit each gun in the time it would take me to reach the King and slay him, since the men held sub-machine guns. And so, with all trajectories in mind and gun movements estimated and calculated to perfection, I moved through the air, like a ballet dancer performing his greatest show. I anticipated five bullets and twisted to avoid them as I ran to the throne. Ahead of me, I saw a dozen more, all moveing in criss-crossing fashion. I had to duck, roll, jump, and perform a spinning cartwheel to dodge them all. The five minutes it took me to get to my place to the King were equivalent to five seconds in normal time, and it took all of my skill to dodge the bullets as I moved towards the throne. Finally, I was there. As I stepped forward to slay the man who had been responsible for so much destruction, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. In horror, I looked down, and saw a dagger in me. Looking forward, all time seemed to stop as the King smiled at me, and told me that he was faster than me.
[ IP ] Waiting at the Wrong Bus Stop	Specters, ghouls, and damned spirits have to make a living too, I suppose. I guess this was the company's way of hazing me. I would have to work my first month processing tortured souls. Consequently the office happened to be where most of them lived. Most of them were harmless, but I did n't like it when they got blood or ectoplasm on my clothes. I learned quickly that things here were n't often abandoned. That cane, for instance probably belonged to an invisible man. I learned that these beings' appearance was n't meant to scare anyone, it was just a reflection of their tortured soul. It made me grateful for my comparetively bland life. Still, I could n't help but be creeped out by them sometimes. The corpse-ish girl next to me turned and asked if I had any spare change. I could n't wait for the transfer to my next assignment.
[ WP ] Give any Disney story a morbidly depressing ending . The creepier , the better .	Take pity on her, my son, for mermaids are wretched creatures and she is the most wretched of them all. She was not always so wild, so haggard; in the prime of her days she had hair that drank the sun and skin like silver. But the rocks have taken it all, and without her voice she is a dull and hapless shell that breathes the surf and frequents our shores. Be kind to her, child, for though you build her castles from the sand she fears us more than you can understand. Her eyes are blue with hunger, but she remembers the cruelties of our forefathers and keeps her distance. Men have twisted her sanity and snatched the songs from her throat, and she was never a strong creature to begin with. She recalls what they did and yet she longs for a touch, a promise, and that makes her all the more pitiful. She watches from afar, in a secret place among the rocks, and though the tide will eat your castles she dares not approach long after you have turned your back. She can not appreciate the things you bring her, the shells you thread with such concentration and leave half-buried in the sand. They are baubles only, and her fingers have lost all feeling. It is no use calling to her, brave child, for though she hears she will not listen. It is best to forget, to turn your head and grow strong with the sea. You have lessons to learn, a life to lead, and one day soon she will rise to find your offerings swept into the waves. The wide-eyed child who watched the rocks with such intensity will be no more, and in his place will walk a man with sun-browned shoulders and a faraway gaze. He has a penchant for work and building houses ( with wood and nails this time ), and though she has no voice to cry she misses your seaside palaces most of all. But do not turn away from her, sweet lad, for she knows you can not part with the sea. Dig your cottage on our shore instead and proof the foundations with wind and salt and rock – all the minerals she trusts by touch and instinct. Her yearning will grow stronger than ever – a ripe, weeping flame within a corrupted breast – but you must not fear when she comes in the night to drowse by the window or scratch at the door. She is lost, and her loneliness knows no boundaries. Perhaps a day will come in your lifetime when you wake to find the sea a stranger, though you have toiled for years to craft an understanding. The change will be subtle and hard to place, and you might stand a long time by the water while the wind whips your graying hair and foam gathers by the rocks. The sun is too bright, you realize, or not bright enough; the reflections in the sea are ghostly and misshapen, void of some former magic. There is no depth to the air, neither salt nor sweetness, and the tide seems sullen and deflated after a mermaid's glory. It is only then that you turn away, weary and slump-shouldered, while your children's children run and shout and build their own castles from the sand, where the waves might one day harvest her bones.
[ WP ] You show up in hell and its NOTHING like they said it would be .	When people say, “ Go to Hell! ” I guess they don ’ t have this in mind. It isn ’ t doom and gloom or lakes of fire or fire and brimstone. Well, not when I got there anyway. Maybe at one time it was the traditional picture of Hell but it ’ s my understanding those days are long gone. “ Welcome to Hell! ” a pleasant voice came from behind me. “ Yeah. Thanks, I guess. ” I didn ’ t turn towards the voice. Instead its source came and stood next to me. “ What gave it away? ” “ The spiders. I fucking hate spiders. ” After I fell for what seemed like an eternity I woke up with spiders crawling all over me. “ To each their own. ” I turned and to my complete disappointment at three feet tall was a black widow spider. “ You ’ ve got to be kidding me. ” I took a few steps back as eight big, bulbous eyes looked back at me. “ What do you expect? ” she laughed and it made her spider body move in a seriously disturbing manner. “ I ’ m the Devil. ” “ You. You ’ re the Devil? ” “ You ’ re dead and you ’ re greeted in Hell by a giant spider. What about that doesn ’ t sound like I couldn ’ t be the Devil? ” “ Yeah, fair point. ” Before I could say anything more she changed from a spider to a person. Now she was a tall, fair skinned blonde woman. “ Better? ” Her voice was the same. She offered me a sly smile and moved towards the edge of a cliff that wasn ’ t there before. “ Yeah. ” My steps felt heavy and clumsy but hers were fluid and precise. Everything about her was graceful. “ Why am I here? ” “ Does it matter? ” The Devil stopped and sat with her legs over the edge of the cliff, swinging her feet. “ Nope. I ’ m just not sure what I should be asking. ” I sat next to her, mimicking her movements. “ Maybe you don ’ t need to ask anything at all. You ’ re dead, this is Hell, I ’ m the Devil. If you ’ re worried about pain and ‘ gnashing of teeth ’ bits, don ’ t. I don ’ t do that here anymore. I ’ ve spent too many millennia punishing people. ” She looked over at me with something similar in her eyes that she had when she was a spider. “ Now I just like to meet the people I share my home with. Don ’ t get me wrong, I still like to torture and maim but not without reasonable cause. ” I looked around the landscape which started to look more and more like Death Valley. “ So where is everyone? ” “ They ’ re around. You ’ ll meet them later. Consider this orientation. ” She waved her hand across the horizon and slowly an ocean came into focus. Something like a mirage clouded the area directly in front o my vision. Now we were sitting on a pier but our feet didn ’ t reach the water. She paused and sighed, “ I want you to know one thing. You won ’ t see anyone you know here. Reuniting with your loved ones is something only Heaven does. ” I started to reply but she stopped me, “ Yes, they ’ re here. People from you last life but you will never see them. It ’ s just the rules. ” I couldn ’ t conceal my disappointment. I tried not to think of my living family, I pushed them out of my mind. “ Ok, fair enough. ” I swung my feet back and forth. “ Maybe I was wrong about you. I think you ’ ll fit in just fine around here. ” This time her smile was warm, sincere. “ You knew I was coming? ” I don ’ t know why this surprised me but it did. “ How long have you been expecting me? ” “ Well, time doesn ’ t work the same way here as it does on Earth. But if you ’ re looking for a frame of reference, I guess you could say I ’ ve been waiting for you since… Always. ” She stood and started to walk down the pier towards a sandy, sunny shore. “ Always? How do you mean? Do you know everyone is coming? ” I followed her down the pier and was surprised that the sand was freezing cold on my bare feet. I looked down at them and the sunlight seemed to disappear. “ No, not everyone. Just you. ” The mirage came back and surrounded her. The skies turned dark and where there was a gentle breeze before, all Hell stood completely still. “ Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing? ” I didn ’ t look at her as the mirage did its thing, I just hoped she didn ’ t turn back into a spider. The ocean faded and slowly, everything except the sand we stood on was cast in the same shade of dark gray. “ I guess for me it ’ s a good thing. ” The voice had changed, it was deep and melodious. And it was definitely a man ’ s voice. “ We will have to wait and see how it is for you. ” Where the She Devil once stood was now a tall, dark and devastatingly handsome man. “ You ’ re the real Devil aren ’ t you? ” Something changed in me too. Suddenly the apprehension I had for being dead and in Hell was gone. Now I was just downright terrified. “ I have many forms. ” He came closer to me and the corners of his lips curled upwards. “ Let me put this into perspective for you. I ’ ve spent close to a dozen millennia being the King of Darkness and Ruler of the Underworld and I ’ ve been waiting for you, only you for all this time. And here you are. ” Gulp.
[ WP ] - After a highly successful but , totally unbeknownst to you , Reddit campaign you wake up on November 9th , 2016 as our nation 's 45th President .	`` Wait... What? ME? How the hell... Ok... well as much as I dislike being in charge I will do my best to lead this country...'' Hours later I stand before a tv monitor in a disheveled suit that's a bit too big for me. `` As my first act I am re instituting the previous regulations on banks requiring them to use their money to gamble on the stock market instead of our money. Second I am raising taxes for those who make more than 2 million dollars a year to 90 %. My third act will be repealing Obamacare in favor of a more socialistic medical care system as well as increasing food stamps and decreasing the difficulty to get them, Suck it Fox news. Fourth, I am going to have arrested the bankers who caused the 2008 financial meltdown. Fifth. I am going to increase penalties on companies who pollute our environment, we live in this world dickholes, we should try to keep it nice. Sixth, I am decreasing the amount of money that goes into the military. Our soldiers will be paid the same amount and we will maintain our current weapons and update them but we do n't need anymore tanks... ask the soldiers. I am increasing the amount of money that goes into education and making it illegal to teach anything but scientific or historical fact in our schools. Lastly... for now I am also increasing government spending on developing new energy technologies and methods of reducing CO2 emisions. We have relied upon fossil fuels for too long and it is destroying our environment. Thank you.''
[ IP ] Arrival of the Queen	How I have waited, my love, for you to come for me, to sail the sunset, on violet skies for me to glimpse what you've become. ~ Do you remember, I wonder, how we used to gaze at these languid clouds from beds of silken grass? ~ The way your velvet hands clasped to mine as we looked to the heavens in wonder. ~ How has it been, love? Flying carelessly among the frolicking gales that seem to drag you so far away. ~ Do you swim with the stars? Watch the fireflies pretend to have an ounce of your beauty? ~ My love, how I wish I could join you. How I wish that I may sprout wings to see you float on your path. ~ Alas, I am cursed to ground. And you, love, are no longer tied to this mortal world. You are ashes to the wind; queen to the sky.
[ WP ] The leader of a warlike alien society considering invading Earth has just learned that the planet 's dominant species consumes poison for fun .	Beyond the moons of Jupiter, hidden on the very edge of the oort cloud sat a fleet of two dozen Kairon class heavy destroyers. Imperator Tess was in the command hall patiently. While zero-g was uncomfortable, it was better than suspended animation. The probe he launched a few minutes prior should be exiting sub-light above “ sol ” 3 and sending data back momentarily. data link established Imperator Tess began reviewing the data. All the major elements were there. Nitrogen, sulfur, Oxygen-3, Carbon Monoxide in abundance. The fundamentals of life. As he processed the information, he began to notice trends. “ There ’ s life here…complex life ” The Imperator muttered. The probe was commanded to send images and it confirmed the hypothesis. “ Ah, it was inevitable ” Commands flew from the flag ship to prepare the fleet for combat. The heavy destroyers ’ automated systems reanimated the shock troopers and fed the data directly to their brains via the interlink. The Imperator continued to observe the data as it poured in, waiting for the other ships to signal ready when a warning popped up. It was the toxic materials report. “ Temperatures varying from below freezing point of dihydrogen monoxide to near evaporation…not great, but we have gear for that. What?! ” The data stopped scrolling as the Imperator fixated on the alarming information. “ The landscape is covered in plants that generate deadly amounts of toxic Oxygen-2! ” The Imperator redirected the probe, ignoring the calls to battle from the other ships as the new data quickly streamed in. The oceans were contaminated with massive amounts of the stuff as well. The Imperator ’ s instruction to stand down was met with dissatisfied grumblings, but after a time they returned to suspension. “ Safe today, I suppose ” Imperator Tess muttered as the probe returned to the ship. “ On to the next system. ” Suspended animation began to come online as a course out of the system was set and executed. The Imperator marked the world as occupied, but currently un-harvestable then went to sleep.
[ WP ] Write a story about the creation of something	In the beginning there was the one world among the countless stars, Areth. And from this world, all life first rose from the Dust. From this life came creatures both small and large, vicious and gentle, many and few, all strange and wondrous. And for eons, life moved to the whims of Areth as the world grew and changed from hot to cold, from wet to dry, from young to old. And so did life follow these whims, ever changing in its simple yet complex beauty in the ever endless march of time. Soon, on what can neither be called a day nor eon, the movement of life had created the first of our kind from the Dust, man. As Areth grew and changed evermore with life, so did man along with it. But man was different from other life... While other life moved in time with the currents of Areth, man was stubborn. For some reason man moved against the currents of change, seeking to move Areth to their own whim. And unlike all life that had come before, man came to question Dust. From Dust, all is written. Why did man choose this path separate from all other life? We do not know. Some say man was given the original sin from some great power, to play out its evils until the end of time. But I say man was given the greatest burden, to see the currents of time and to struggle against its tide. From Dust, all shall rise. As eons passed, man struggled against the currents of time. Plague, famine, war, and greed, born from man's struggle against the currents of Areth, followed man from its earliest ancestors. Man soon enveloped these traits, and these traits became man in the march from cave to city, and from city to stars. Man took what life had survived in its rule over Areth, to repeat the cycle countless times. To Dust, all shall fall. Man would soon come to understand this. As man grew, so did its need to consume. On the dark side of our world, where the sun's rays do not reach, there used to swim billions upon trillions of stars in a great sea of stars that stretched beyond what the mind could comprehend. But man took them all, and so there are none left but our own. The last star. Soon came the age of the Sun Eaters, where man created machines to steal the power of the stars to spread themselves across the universe. Man came to believe that in its struggle it could end the reality of plague, famine, war, and greed in its expansion throughout the universe. But Dust would have the final answer as time marched through the eternity of the Sun Eaters. When man could no longer consume the stars, they consumed each other at the end of the universe, huddling around the last vestiges of free energy left in all existence. From Dust, all will understand. From the last remnants of humans, in the aftermath of the last war at the end of the universe, came the conclusion to save what was left. An ark would be built around the last world with the last of humanity's descendants. And to the last star, the last humans on the last world were sent with one last hope. To end the struggle against time. From Dust and to Dust, in the end there is only beginning. Edit: grammar
[ IP ] Moon	It was dark in the Garden of Conception. Starlight hinted at the shape of trees and water molecules joined together to shape the flowers. Concentrating on her creation the Celestial Goddess stretched her arm forward, umbilical tendrils pulsating as they joined to the moon's core, infusing it with brilliance. Their link was tenuous, nearly complete and as the new moon was birthed they would be free of one another as the Mother would watch as her heavenly child as he waxed and waned symbiotically pulling the tide waters of his sister planet towards him as he breathed inwards and outwards, his lungs strong throughout his life. -048
[ OT ] SatChat : How much do you describe the environment in your writing ?	Anyone unlucky enough to stumble upon my works knows how much I love to lavish detail on my settings and environments. From my perspective, the setting is as much as character as the protagonist or antagonist, and often influences the story as much as any hero or villain will. It sets the atmosphere and mood of a scene; a conversation had over a kitchen table is likely to be of a farther different tone than one in a seedy, rundown bar just outside the dockyards. I do n't care for beige prose. It has its place, and it's not with me.
[ WP ] You are walking your dog in the park when a man in a suit tells you he needs your help to save the earth again . Before you can tell him you have no idea what he is talking about , your dog answers .	`` Ma'am.. Your service is called for once again.'' `` What?'' I inquired. `` Ma'am?'' Who was he speaking to? I stared at him. The look of complete confusion sitting across my features. My mouth ajar, I breathed in to speak once more. `` Well! This vacation was nice while it lasted, I suppose.'' An unfamiliar voice rose from my side. My dark brown orbs adjusting themselves to my left, I saw no one. The leash in my hand jingled. `` I'm sorry Kelvin, but duty calls.'' Looking down towards my dog -- RUBY SPOKE. `` What.'' She released her collar. The assorted jewels and metals hitting the cold concrete. Standing on her hind legs, audible cracks of bones readjusting, Ruby's posture suddenly fixed itself to an uncanny bipedal stance. `` Well Kelvin.. It was nice knowing you.'' She continued to speak through a playful wink, as if this was sick type of joke. `` But I really must go. Jacob here will escort you back home.'' Her right paw patting the man's shoulder. And within a blink of an eye: she took off. Flying no-less. `` What?'' The leash in my hand dangled.
[ WP ] An elite poker player in the final years of their life receives an invitation to join other elderly players in an exclusive tournament . The buy-in : what little remains of their life-force . The winner will walk away with their youth restored .	Poker was life. Always had been to me since I was young. I had risen through the `` ranks'' of casino poker rooms, playing low stakes with chump change all the way up to the private rooms where thousands of dollars were non-chalantly cast into the pot every hand. Texas Hold'Em, Omaha, 7 Card Stud, whatever game it was I could play it. Every game was a challenge and I never walked away unless I had broken people at the table or put it all in and lost. The entirety of my life had revolved around playing poker. My legacy was this game and I sometimes wished I could go back and change that. That is, it was merely a wish until a shady looking man in a fancy, all black suit with matching fedora approached and tapped me on the shoulder in the middle of a hand I was playing. `` My apologies for disturbing you, sir,'' he said, the sir hanging in the air like a snake hissed it. I mucked my hand, turned around, and felt a chill as I looked into the pale face of the man. I mean, it looked like his skin had been bleached. He looked young, but at the same time I felt he could be older than me. Like as if the skin was not quite real. `` Can I help you?'' I asked. `` Yes, Mr. Miller, you can. I was curious if you wanted to play a game of Texas Hold'Em this evening. You would be the ninth and final person we need for the game,'' he said casually. A small smile shaped underneath his fedora. How did he know my name? `` Stakes?'' I questioned leerily. `` The remaining years of your life. The winner of said poker game walks away with their youth restored. It may seem outlandish, but I assure you, it will be the game of your life,'' he said the whole crazy thing with a grin now gleaming in the shade of his fedora. `` That sounds ridiculous. I'll have to pass,'' I said smirking. `` Mr. Miller, are you aware that you have cancer?'' I got out of my chair, grabbed him by the lapel of his suit, and pulled him outside. What was wrong with this guy? `` If I had cancer how would you even know?'' I asked him while I let go of his lapel. He straightened out his suit, annoyed that I had creased it. `` Mr. Miller, please, no need to be harsh. I simply gave you an option to gamble the rest of your remaining years for a potential prize of renewed youth and vigor,'' he said coolly. `` Tell me why you think I have cancer,'' I asked defiantly. `` I know many things, Mr. Miller. I just need an answer from you and then I will be on my way,'' he said as if he was growing bored. A weird sense of curiosity grasped me. If everything this strange man had said was true then I might as well take the shot. `` Fair enough, take me to the game.'' Getting to the table was a blur. I was in a luxury car, then I was in an elevator that let me out at the top level of whatever building I was in, and then finally to a room that overlooked the city of Los Angeles. The cityscape was an impressive sight to behold if I was n't focused on what looked like the Grim Reaper shuffling cards, a sick clicking sound chattering from every movement. So creepy guy was n't kidding, this was for literally all the chips on the table. Six men and two women sat at the table chatting with each other like everything was normal. Every one of them seemed as old or older than me. I took the final seat next to the Grim Reaper, whom was apparently the dealer. `` Ladies and Gentleman, you have been told the stakes. The eight people who lose tonight will be given a short time to put their arrangements in order before they pass on to the next life,'' The creepy man said sounding almost sad. `` The winner will be revitalized, without impediments or disease. I wish you all luck.'' Chips were stacked in front of us by the Grim Reaper, each person's stack varied in size. One lady with an oxygen mask had a lonely stack of blue chips, while one man had a healthy mix of blue, red, and yellow. I looked down at my stack and realized blue chips stood for weeks, red stood for months, and my one lonely yellow chip was a year. I had a little over 2 years to live. Some people had more than five years and some had months or in the case of the little oxygen lady, weeks. Once everyone stopped rustling with their chips, the Reaper dealt the cards. 2 and 7 off suit. I mucked my hand. Nice start. It was n't long before the little oxygen lady shoved all-in and lost. She was lead out of the room by the creepy man, who was known around the table as Mr. Crow because he was dressed in all black. Besides the heavy stakes, most of the people proceeded to chat with each other and crack some jokes. I simply sat there quietly, smiling at jokes sometimes. I had n't played a single hand for what had to have been a little over an hour when I was dealt the Queen of diamonds and the Queen of Hearts. One guy raised and another man in a cowboy hat called. I raised another few months of my life, which both called. They both had chip stacks that were bigger than mine. The flop got me excited as i looked down at a full house. The Queen of spades had fallen along with the Eight of spades and the Eight of clubs. The cowboy hat guy had a flush draw, I could see it in his eyes. They both checked and I put a healthy dose of chips in the pot. The first guy folded and the other guy called. The turn card was the Two of spades. He checked and I put half my life into the pot. He raised me all-in. I called. We flipped our cards and he had the Ace of spades and King of spades. His face cringed when I flipped over my pocket Queens. He did n't have many chips left. My heart pounded in my chest with an exhilaration I had n't felt in a long time. Mr. Crow visited the table after he led two more gentleman out of the room. He pushed a cart with drinks and amazing looking food and proceeded to hand out our desires as if he already knew what we wanted. `` Mr. Crow, you are something else,'' the last woman at the table said cheerfully. `` Indeed, Mrs. Chalmers,'' was his reply. I won a few small hands before Mrs. Chalmers went on a hot streak and took out the cowboy hat man. She then proceeded to take out two more gentlemen before she was stopped by the last man, besides myself, at the table. The elderly asian man and Mrs. Chalmers were evenly stacked until I roasted both of them with a flush when they both held straights. The creaking and cracking of the Reaper dealing was now rhythmic. All three of us stuck for hours in a stalemate until Mrs. Chalmers nailed 5,6,7,8,9 of hearts for a straight flush on the river against the quiet asian man. He simply smiled turning over the Ace and Jack of hearts. He stood up, shook each of our hands, nodded at the Reaper, and then walked out of the room with Mr. Crow. `` So, Mr. Miller, you do n't talk much,'' Mrs. Chalmers said probingly. `` Yeah, kind of been a quiet one most my life,'' I said sleepily. `` What are you going to do if you win?'' She asked. `` Maybe travel the world and do some things I never got the chance to do,'' I said, `` Yourself?'' She smiled bashfully. `` I would spend more time with my family. Take them out for meals and trips. I've realized I have n't been the best parent or grandparent recently,'' she said while thumbing her cards. `` We all have our regrets,'' I said brushing aside the sob story. `` Yes. We all do,'' she said feigning sadness. Pocket Aces were dealt to me and I raised. She called and the flop came out with a 2 of spades, 5 of hearts, and 10 of clubs. She bet small and I raised. To which she thought about the raise for a minute and then called. The Jack of diamonds came out on the turn and she again bet small, which was immediately raised by me. She thought long and hard and then called after what felt like an eternity. The river card was a 2 of diamonds. Not a fancy board but she was still playing. She checked and I threw in one of my yellow chips. `` All in,'' she said smiling. That froze me. If she had a two she would n't have stayed in until the river. Not with my betting. But she could of had two pair from the start. It is heads up after all. She could have anything. I looked at the Reaper, my stoic poker face cemented to my face. The Reaper turned and I just stared into the empty darkness of its eye sockets. Poker had been my life and it was fitting that the last hand I played was n't perfect. None of that crazy shit where she's holding a Royal Flush while I have four of a kind Aces. It was down to a judgement call and a gamble that she did n't hold a 2 or a pocket pair. I turned towards her. `` Call.'' She sighs and flips over a 10 and a 2 for a full house. `` Beats my Aces,'' I said nodding with a sad smile. `` You played wonderfully,'' Mrs. Chalmers said beaming. `` Thank you.'' `` Mr. Miller, if you would please follow me,'' Mr. Crow said with a sad expression on his face. I followed Mr. Crow out the door and was led downstairs to the building lobby. The sun was rising outside, officially ending the night of my life. `` Mr. Miller you played immaculately...'' `` Save it. What now?'' I asked quietly. Mr. Crow clasped his hands together and smiled that sad smile. `` You can do as you please, Mr. Miller. I would make things easy for family by cleaning up the house, making a will, or something of the sort. But, you can always go for a stroll on the beach or enjoy one last meal.'' I nodded, shook his pale hand, and walked out of the building. For once I did n't feel like playing poker. My whole life had been poker and now it was the last thing I wanted to think about. I only wanted an ice cream cone with chocolate everything on it and then to sit on a bench in the city watching everything and everyone go by, while I waited for the Reaper to visit me.
[ WP ] Your character works at a diner in a quiet town . On a late night , an unusual man walks in , sits at a table , and stares at one of your regulars .	`` Another fucking Tuesday,'' I muttered to myself as I stuffed another shitty tip into my apron. Maybe I expect too much of people, but a handful of change for someone who serves you three times a week seems particularly cold. I move to bus the vacant table—small town, small diner, small staff, so i do double duty—and I see a guy enter and glance at our `` Please seat yourself!'' sign. I sigh again as he willfully ignores it. `` With you in a minute!'' I call out. He just stares at me vacantly. Another heartbeat, I think with annoyance. Resigning myself to another handful of change, I drop off the dishes with our dead-weight washer and slap on my brightest smile. `` Hi! Any requests on where you want to sit?'' `` Far corner, please,'' The man responds, throwing a lazy gesture towards the table across from where one of my favorite regulars is sitting. I think for a moment how odd that is—people have a natural tendency to put a table or two between themselves if given the opportunity. Thankfully, Patti did n't seem to mind, sipping her coffee casually and watching cars. Not a whole lot really bothers a retired middle middle school teacher, I've learned. `` Ham and cheese omlette with a side of hashbrowns, please. Just water for the drink,'' The man requested without looking at the menu or waiting for me to ask. I offered him a light smile, if nothing else I could appreciate his ability to say please. `` I'll put that right in for you, sir.'' He gave me a small nod, and I could n't help but feel he was looking right through me. I grimaced to myself as I headed back to the kitchen and relayed his order. When I came back around front, I grabbed a glass of ice water and set it before the man. When he paid me no mind, I scurried off and started to focus my efforts on cleaning up the clutter behind the bar. I watched the floor while I cleaned, as I usually did. The man and Patti were our only two patrons. Not unusual for the time of night, but I could n't help noticing that Patti had gone still. She had a natural jitter to her; not in a nervous kind of way, just an idle tendency to slowly tap her foot or roll her wrists or rub her fingers together. As I shifted my gaze, I quickly gathered that it was because of the man's casual, but unending stare. I sprayed the counter down, sightlessly wiping away the foam by muscle memory as I watched the scene continue unchanged. When the bell dinged for the man's food. I grabbed it, and Patti's check. He nodded again and turned his attention to his food for long enough to take a bite. I turned to Patti and set her check down next to her. She immediately grabbed her card, and I chuckled to try and cover her unease. `` I'll get this right sorted so you do n't keep Bob waiting, hun, I just saw him pull in.'' I knew she had driven herself. A chill ran up my spine as I watched the two of them from the mirror over the wall-facing register. The man was still staring, Patti was still motionless, and I silently begged the card reader to cooperate. When it finally spit out a receipt for me, I returned to Patti's table and she signed beneath my nose with a $ 10 tip, wasting no time in leaving, thanking me quietly. I wished her a good night and turned long enough to slide the reciept into the cash drawer, and in that time the man left, his plate full save for a missing bite of hashbrown and a $ 50 bill. Patti still has n't been in, and that was three weeks ago.
[ TT ] A highly contagious virus strikes , and its only effect is it makes everyone , man or woman , sterile . Everyone can continue living their lives , but the human race is doomed .	`` Hey, just leave me alone,'' I said, stumbling through the bar and barging through shoulders, trying to keep my drink in hand. `` Just one autograph, mate!'' a patron shouted from behind. Everybody was looking at me, expressions filled with hope and pride. Normally I would be flattered, if they had n't been looking at me like that my entire life. `` Hey, it's Diego!'' another shouted, alerting more people if they did n't already know I was here. Why do they have so much faith in me. What could I bring back that they had already lost? I was n't the only human being born that day, I was only the last. False hope, that's what it is. People need to believe in something, I suppose, and I got handed the short straw. `` Oi, mate!'' a hand digs into my shoulder and slides down my back. A glass smashes and I look back as beer spills onto my ankle. He was still holding a pen and paper in the other hand. In a way, he reminded me of a child that was just desperate to see his hero, but I had n't done anything heroic in my life, and I suppose I've gotten to this point by pretending to be someone I'm not. `` One on the house for the youngest lad in here!'' another voice came. Meanwhile the man was back on his feet. He must have thought that he'd earned it now, because he was grabbing onto my jacket. I did n't think about it, just acted - smashing my glass against his shoulder. And then the autograph became the last priority. He was on me, pushing me forward into the ground, repeated punches to the nose.'It'll be fine,' I thought,'nobody dies in a pub brawl'. I did n't get to experience the rest of it, but I knew it did n't stop. Faint flashes of the man being pulled off of me and stomped into a bloody pulp. But I did n't care, I was too busy choking on my own blood. `` The World was stunned today by the death of Diego Ricardo. The youngest person on the planet. The youngest person on Earth was 18 years, 4 months, 20 days, 16 hours and 8 minutes old.''
[ WP ] The time has finally come to fake your death .	`` This has to be well executed.'' I whispered into the walkie-talkie. `` Gotcha. But speaking as your friend, are you sure this is the right way to approach the issue with her?'' `` Yeah, I do n't have much of a choice left. It's the only way. I need to do this right.'' I tied the rope around my waist and looked across the bridge. John held up a peace sign to confirm that he's ready to go. I took my shoes off and placed my note under them. Letting out a long, heavy sigh, I turned around and leaned back against the rail. A few cars drove by and honked at me. The drivers carried terrified expressions on their faces. Just what I needed, I thought to myself. `` Well we got our witnesses. Now just one last step.'' I pulled out my phone and dialed my girlfriend's number. After a few beeps, a soft cough echoed from the other side of the call. `` Hello?'' `` Heather it's me. I need to let you know that I love you, very, very much.'' `` What? What's going on?'' `` I'm sorry.'' I looked towards John and gave him a nod. `` I've given this a lot of thought but I ca n't take it anymore. It's just... too much for me to handle.'' `` Francis? Francis what are you talking about? Francis answer me.'' She's gon na fucking hate me for doing this, I let out a smile. `` I've had enough. Goodbye.'' `` Francis? Francis no! What are you doing? Please! Please talk to me! Francis please I beg you! Francis wha-'' I hung up the phone. Giggling, I pulled myself over the rail. I crossed my arms across my chest and jumped. The air sped past my cheeks as I counted in my head. One. Two. Three. Four. `` Shit!'' I heard a scream from above. Five. Six. Six? Wait that's way too long. Something is n't right. `` FUCK FRANCIS WE FORGOT TO TIE THE OTHER END OF THE ROP-''
[ EU ] Mutants eventually strike out as the dominant gene . You are the last born human . ( X-men )	I was n't exactly special, not in my youth, not even now. Just a fact of life, I suppose. I had my time, had my children, stayed safe through the troubles as the last of the old fought the new. Hell, I even did well from that, being in construction. Lot of contracts for me. I suppose I did the decent thing, supporting mutant rights. After all, they were people, when it came down to it. Maybe too much science fiction when I was a kid, too willing to grant sentience to computers and the like. Not like I could use that as a reason after my son was born. At least I thought'Hey, it is n't fair for us to do this to people.' It still makes sense to me. Kind of a shame I get a bit of flak on that basis. The worst part is, and this is really the most awful thing, is that I fought for these people. Back when the struggle was new, and scary, I fought that fear. Granted, I was just some guy in a protest, but I was there, damn it. I tried for these people. Now, the youngsters think it's okay to push me around a little, just... just for the fun of it. They know I ca n't really fight back. They do n't know. I voted against the mutant suppression acts, I protested against the camps, I did what I could without getting involved with the violence. Well, too much violence for me. Only so much even the crazy rednecks with assault rifles could do against the Brotherhood, and then suddenly everyone else. It all happened so fast. Not that it's so bad. I go to museums, these days. I almost feel like I belong there. Going to see the exhibits about Professor X, and all his crew. I remember when I saw them on T.V, with the pundits arguing, the sirens blaring. I even saw their jet, once. Over London, with the bombs and the... well, they saved enough of us. Turned out the Brotherhood was right. They were the next step. Funny that this team of vigilantes turned into politicians and activists. Especially that Wolverine. We always heard of this blood-soaked nightmare, but seeing him in a suit trying to convince Canada to spare the'humans' was... well, comical. In retrospect, of course. At the time it seemed desperate. See, at the museums, all the kids just think I'm some old-timer, some guy, some poor mutant who had to suffer through the human oppression, as they call it. Not so. They would probably panic to think they've seen an honest-to-goodness human. Apparently I'm the last one that they know of. Not exactly fitting that I would be that last one, the ambassador of a dying species. Homo sapiens, summed up by a carpenter from East London. I even smoked! The irony is painful. Yeah, I met him. He was... I do n't know, was there a word for triumphant and defeated at the same time? I do n't think he expected a man like me. He'd been given my record, you know. Beforehand. He would have liked some politician from his day, some bastard who hated what he was. Not me, though. I did n't see the point in meeting him, but my son insisted. I mean, he wanted me to kneel. I refused, politely, of course. The knees had already gone. And, well, the war was won, for him. Would have liked to meet that Professor, though. Would have liked to thank him for trying diplomacy and the civil route, like I did. Just wish those bloody network T.V people would stop asking for interviews.

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