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[ IP ] Archfiend of Ifnir
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Hilary Flint grabbed the first fleeing soldier he could, seizing him by the collar and roaring at the pale Elf's face, `` Fight, you cowardly motherless cur! Get back there and fight!''
He threw the Cauldron-Born to the ground who fell in a woeful, blubbering heap. The terrified Elf's boots scrabbled at the dirt as he fled, lost amid the packed ranks of uniformed bodies retreating towards the rear. Shouts and panicked screams filtered through the air over the din of musket fire and wailing horses. A medical wagon packed with mangled soldiers and dying Elves bounced as a wheel struck a rock, threatening to topple and spill out its battered cargo. The driver lashed at his team of horses raining curses from forth his lips. He did n't pay Flint any heed, barely missing the ranger as he whipped and thrashed his way through the crowd.
Hilary had lost his helmet sometime earlier in the battle, his hair soaked through with gore and caked with mud. His face was bloody. A Salamander had tried to gouge his eye out, the dying Fae's fingers missing the vulnerable organ by mere millimeters before Flint managed to bash his skull open with a rock. His rifle's bayonet was equally slick with blood, thrice he'd dug his blade deep into a Salamander's belly, twisting it to prevent it from getting stuck in the muscle and the meat.
`` Fucking cowards! Shit-eating bastards!'' screamed Flint, his words full of venom and unabashed disgust. `` I shoot ever single goddamn one of you- *Oh fuck... *''
There in a ring of torn bodies and screaming corpses was a Demon.
It had in its claws the upper half of an Elf, the dead soldier's face still in a rictus wail. Entrails spilled from the gaping wound, splattering to the ground in a wave of shit and innards. Needle fangs tore through the dead Elf's neck as it glutted itself. A long and slime-covered tongue probed and slurped its way down through the Elf's throat. Wings, like those of some great bat or blighted spawn, hung from its spine. A whipcord tail flicked and snapped through the air. A curved sickly yellow sign was carved upon its head, a sigil to its nameless master. Flint leveled his rifle at the monster and waited.
The beast gorged itself, staining its matted fur with gore. Only once it eviscerated its meal did it pay Flint any heed. It dropped the disemboweled corpse to the ground to join the dozen others and turned its attention upon the ranger. Eyes too narrow stared at him weeping yellow pus and corrupted black bile.
*Prey, * the Demon thought. Flint heard it clearly in his mind. *Prey. Eat. Eat. EatEatEatEat. *
Flint fired. The rifle slammed into his shoulder, bruising the already tender muscles there. The bullet slammed into the Demon's head, punching through bone and brain before exiting out the rear of its skull in a spray of blood and flecks of white. The Demon did not even notice.
*Prey. Hunger. Blood. Prey. *
`` Get. The. Fuck. Out of my head,'' gritted Flint as he fired again. And again. And again.
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[ WP ] You have been set on fire . Write your train of thought while this is happening .
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*Oh fuck*.
Like holy fuck this is some Joan of Arc shit. I should've never done that. Oh! Oh! Yowch the fire of Satan's asscrack has convulsed thoroughout the gentle skin of my tongue... Oh shit oh shit! I knew that new insulated sleeve with the preforated cardboard was full of horseshit! Protect my hand and allow for easy on-the-go consumption my ass! Oh Jesus please deliver your mercy. And now the molten substance has squeezed a searing gollop of cheese and ham on the sensetive folds of my palm. I pant, the steam of a dragon foaming from my mouth. What I would n't do to possess some sort of Game of Thrones prowess right now... Oh god I am so stupid this happens every time! It even reads: `` Caution! HOT!'' on the cardboard sleeve. I'm such a fucking retard. My tongue simmers with a festering, nearly radioactive ( from those GMOs, I tell ya ) singe. I'm tasting my own tastebud/mouth skin sear...
I'm never eating a fucking Hot Pocket again.
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[ WP ] Almost every year , the house on the left gets new occupants . Today you find out why .
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“ Let's go play over there, ” Billy said.
“ Uh-uh. Mommy says not to go to the house on the left. ”
“ But it looks like they're having a party! ”
“ They do that lots. Sometimes new people move in. I ask Mommy. She say, ‘ That person stay there now. ’ ” Susan laughed. “ I never see them though. They have lot of parties. ”
“ Come on. It looks like our Moms are going to be talking forever. Let's go see what the party is all about. ” Billy looked down at Sally with his best I'm-six-and-you're-four look. “ I know better, it will be fun! ” Sally shugged her shoulders. After all, Billy *was* six. The two of them opened the gate in the backyard and walked over to the house on the left.
“ It's been a while since I heard the kids, I'm going to go check on them, ” Sally's mom said.
Billy's mom smiled, “ Quiet is never a good sign. ” The pair stepped out of the kitchen into the backyard.
“ Hrm. ” Sally's mom brow furrowed, not quite worried but not pleased either. “ They appear to have escaped. ”
The mothers opened the gates and look up and down the alley. The brief search ends as Billy's mom spies the children playing near the house on the left.
“ Oh dear! ” Billy's mom gestures toward the children exasperatedly.
A man in a suit is standing near Sally and Billy. “ Do you know where you Mommy is? ” he asks.
“ Over there! ” Sally points at her rapidly approaching mother.
“ You'd better go see her. ” The children run to their respective mothers.
They all walk back to the backyard. “ I told you never to go play at the house on the left. They do n't like visitors. ”
Billy looks at his mom. “ But Sally says they have lots of parties. They must like visitors. ”
“ Well, they might have visitors sometimes, but you are n't invited, so you need to stay away from there. Those people do n't want to be bothered. ”
Billy still looks puzzled. “ I heard the man say his home was special. ”
“ Oh? ” his mother asks.
“ What is a Funeral Home? ”
**Edit: ** Cleaned up the wording as suggested. I had to add some details and sentences to imply things that had gotten underspecified by removing repetition. Also fixed annoying tense issues.
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[ WP ] Write a horror story in Dr Seuss 's writing style .
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A wind
A wail
You're up at night!
Windows agape
You shake with fright!
Who where, is it? So When, and how?
Why, What are you? Sweat on your brow
A scream, that wind. There it is again!
A groan, a snap. The thing, that could n't bend
Run, my child! Off the bed to the floor!
But there's a corpse shadow, and blood, lying by the door
Sounds, that play all around a small head.
Must be the girl who screamed, and her body is dead.
So scared, somebody's here, and it thinks it won
Pit patter to the shadow corpse, But faloomp! It is gone!
We gasp. The voice! All this time it was me!
It breathes on my neck, But has no body to see
A shiver, its cold O what must I do?
Gadzooks, Have you forgot? The corpse shadow is you!
Infront of a window, and the breeze looks so nice
We open it up, No need to think twice!
A BANG! Panes hit right on the head
We shout, we see! Someone sitting in bed!
It hurts, we moan, our head feels warm
We turn, and SNAP! There goes the arm!
Collapse, the blood, and now we wait
Go to sleep, dear child. You ca n't escape
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[ WP ] In 3048 weaponry is so advanced that a single small-scale war would destroy the planet . All national conflicts which would traditionally lead to war are now resolved by pay-per-view UFC style fighting matches . The fights are fought by world leaders , and go to the death . Tonight is USA vs. China .
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Targeting module was all over the fucking place. Hardcore scramblers. The suit was rapidly bringing systems online before they crashed or faded out in rapid succession. I switched the module off and diverted usage to all physical input sensors. Subsonics and negative movement sensors were n't picking him up. I cycled vision modes from x-ray to wideband, thermoptics to blacklight. Nothing. What the Christing hell was going on? Old school then. I tapped the facemask to scan for air quality and filter in all relevant scents. Soil, trees, faint traces of pollution, no body odour or sweat though. Drone cams were down. I'd launched fifty at a time, micros from 5mm canisters, and they'd all been killed around 25 minutes ago. No info relayed back. He'd killed all transmission as he did it.
It'd been 4 hours since we'd both entered the pit. The arena this time had been chosen as 20 square acres of light forest, built to ultra real quality by The Pit's assembly system in a matter of days. It was like standing in a secluded plot of land somewhere, but I knew the other side of the barrier were hundreds of thousands, screaming names and pleading for gore. The last time I'd been in here I'd fought Egypt in a 1930's style New York, and come out looking barely better than the slagged heap he'd ended the match in.
I'd only gotten minimal practice time with the new suit before entering. USA did n't take kindly to threats, however slight or taken wildly out of context, and liked to throw it's weight around whenever it sensed a chance at victory. This time had been different. This time it was China. Could n't back out even if I'd wanted to. China had secluded itself around 500 year ago into a fortress, nothing in, nothing out. In a world ripe with technology for hearing or seeing anything you had a mind to, it'd been an achievement nothing short of spectacular. Gradual, but spectacular. No one goes dark overnight but they'd managed it at a good pace. No one had really heard or seen much since. Rumours abound, but they'd kept out of everything. Force domes and black out zones over every inch of the country. They'd kept out of The Pit though. Everyone thought that was strange. No one stayed out of The Pit, even the poorest ones. They still sent in complete dregs who got slagged in 5 minutes flat, but they still signed up. Be unwise not to.
The Pit was, simply, marvelous. A 50 mile wide dome, festooned with a Father module AI, terraforming equipment that would make the colony on Mars jealous, and absolutely no way to escape once you were in it. Two countries had a problem, two world leaders went in. Winner got bragging rights, and the loser another corpse to deal with. Official rules were you had to send in the guy at the top. Prime minister, President, King or Queen, whatever you rolled for the top spot, they had to enter. This led to a dynamic shift in world politics though. At the first advent of The Pit, actual world leaders had gone in. It became apparent that being an effective ruler and an effective fighter were two very different skill sets. So while on the surface many countries still maintained that their entrees were in fact their rulers, everyone knew it was complete horseshit. Each country recruited heavily for the position of their ruler, but in realistic terms they were just looking for the hardest murk fiend they could find. Then they got tooled up. Whatever the country could afford. GeneMods, cybernetics, SuperSuits, weaponized AI cores in the brain, extensive bio alteration, whatever they could roll out, at no expense spared.
Which led to me here. Each other country had a rough idea of what the other was packing, but China, no one knew anything about China. Everyone was equally bemused with their sudden announcement of wanting to partake in The Pit, given clear direction by a string of vulgar and calculated insults at the USA. Any other country, USA would of sent me in quickhaste, pronto. They hung back this time. Waited a full 10 days before issuing a response. They requested a one weeks formal training, as was the accepted custom amongst countries in dispute. Did n't televise the training either, as was the accepted custom. They were worried for once.
They'd said in as much words, `` We have no idea what he's packing''. Most countries kept their best goodies hidden, but a lot of Pit fighting tech was widely known. This guy was evading me on all levels however, and for the first time in here I felt severely outclassed. Not even the most advanced shielding can block all sensory equipment. Alter or misguide it maybe, but not outright block. It was becoming-
Display went wild. Incoming to my right, 500 yards out and moving at 120 mph. Shields were up and impact gel hardening before I knew it had hit me. I went backwards through the trees, tearing up turf and soil, a great trench left in my wake. Brief blackout, and waking to muddy crater with my face and right side buried into the ground. Suit had fully hardened and locked when he hit me. Vision was blurred and my thoughts felt sluggish. Warning flashed on the display and I could hear crackling in my ears. Back of my head felt wet. It'd felt like an unstoppable force, a freight train but man size. Suits biofeeds were screaming for attention, so I killed them and brought up full tac display. I'd been out of the trench and spidered up a tree 3.4 seconds after being hit, suit moving on auto response. Feeds told me he'd moved from my right at impossible speed and simply vanished after. No trace elements to track, but mine were everywhere. Suit fragments and coolant leaks all over the ground. I felt certain he could of killed me silent and easy, or in hand to hand without much effort. He was showing off. Letting me goose step around the woods for hours, looking blank and confused. Then one move, all his power on view. China seemed to want more than a win. They wanted a spectacle.
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[ WP ] Convicted criminals can choose to shorten their sentence . The only catch is the more it is shortened , the worse the conditions are where they are held . Describe a one night stay .
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I am, and have always been, a person who should not be free. The crimes I am guilty of are the sort that twist and distort societies and people group's on a scale you're not supposed to know about. But I do. I know. I hurt people. And I like it.
The thing about an exsistential crisis is that it calls in to question the very foundation of your being. Who you are. Are you who you think? Who you want to be? I am. I do n't hate you, you just should n't be. And so I will cause damage to the structure that supports you. I will cause your crisis.
And so, I should not be free. I know that. The people who know me know that. The judge who sentenced me killed him self when he allowed me to take part in exsistential sentencing. The premis is simple: compund punishment.
You may shorten your sentence, but the suffering incurred would be increased based on time scale. Of your are sentenced to 5 years, and choose to shorten it to one, every day is five times harder. I was sentenced to multiple life sentences. Nearly 500 total years of incarceration. I chose to complete it in a day.
Am I a pervert? I do n't think so... There is nothing sexual about what I do. I'm probably an anarchist. I seek to deconstruct the structures that underline and support the fabric of the world. Ha!
What was my day like? Imagine silence and chaos together. Violence of light and dark struggling to exist at the same time. Imagine futility as a tangible thing. It was great! It was horror unimaginable! It was nothing and everything and I was n't even able to enjoy it.
I was restrained. Sightless. Bound. I was encased in a solid mass of pressure and heat. There was no sound and no stimulus. I was alone with myself. I was alone with God.
It was certainly surreal. It was an experience beyond comprehension. It was great.
And now I'm out. Purged and absolved of my wicked ways. A genuine beneficial member of society...
Do n't you recognise me? I'm sure we've met. You certainly have a lovely family. I'll be seeing you, and them, again soon. Do n't worry.
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[ WP ] Everyone wakes up with a number and a RPG-esque classification ( e.g. , Thief , Warrior , Cleric , etc . ) tattooed on their dominant arm
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*Your turn, meat. *
I heard those dreaded words and felt a knot form in my stomach. The imposing Knight had singled me out. He had singled me out instead of any other student. I wasn ’ t a match for this guy and I knew it. He was a level ten Knight and I was just a level five Magus. I barely knew more than a handful of spells, but this guy didn ’ t need as much knowledge as I did to fight. He just had to swing his mighty broadsword and hit something made of flesh.
Looking back on it, this was probably the biggest change to my daily life after the tattoos appeared. I was just a student, and a young one at that. I was still in the grips of figuring out what made me and the pretty girls tick. When the tattoos came, it was cool at first. People staged mock fights and acted out their RPG fantasies in real life. Then the fights stopped being staged, and the new reality was that the people with higher levels were going to push around the lower levels.
Physical Education became ‘ prey upon the weak ’ time. The powerful students used the weaker ones as glorified target practice. No teacher supervised us, and no one truly knew why. Everyone just knew that meant there was no salvation for those who were resigned to getting beat up. Or worse.
The circle of students around us got bigger as everyone spread out to give us room. The Knight looked at me hungrily. I was a bone. I was a bone and he was some ravenous breed of hunting dog ready to pounce on me and dig his teeth in. Every possible scenario of loss played out in my head. Each scenario was bloodier than the last. I shuddered when it came to a scenario that ended in my head finding a nice place to roll around on the floor.
Without warning, the Knight leapt into action. He raised his blade and brought it down with the strength of ten men. I barely had enough time to cast Barrier, a spell that very promptly shattered. The ‘ fight ’ turned into him breaking Barrier after Barrier while I hid behind each ill fated defense. He did not even bother using a proper combat stance. Probably thought I wasn ’ t deserving of one.
That was where I saw my opportunity. Instead of erecting another Barrier, I rolled out of the way of the Knight ’ s attack. He seemed shocked that I was even attempting to put up a fight. Not that that meant he was going to stop his assault. He turned towards me and continued his offensive. I kept light on my feet, staying out of the way of his attacks. So long as I was outside of his range, I was going to stay alive.
I racked my brain, trying to remember the perfect spell for this situation. Most of the spells I knew weren ’ t applicable for fighting. In fact, I was only intimately familiar with defensive and healing spells. There was only one method of attack that I knew I could do. It was nothing like a Fireball or even a Magic Bolt, but it was better than nothing.
I gathered as much mana as I could in my hands. This was going to work. It had to work. The Knight raised his sword again, ready to bring it down on me. I leapt into action. Everything moved in slow motion from that point. He began to bring his sword down. I brought my hands up to his chest and began to unleash the attack. I shut my eyes. If this was going to be my final moment, I was going to keep them closed. My last sight was not going to be the sword that cut me down.
The spell rang out like a gunshot. The cold steel of the Knight ’ s sword never touched me. I slowly opened my eyes, hoping to see something good. My mind briefly flashed to a scenario where the Knight was still in front of me and only stopped because he felt tickled by my attack. Instead, he had been flung across the gym and was sprawled out on the floor. The Knight was unconscious. I had won.
Almost all of the students cheered. Almost. The ones that didn ’ t crowded around their newly defeated friend and were giving me death glares. I could tell exactly what was on their minds. Revenge. Retribution. Lots of words that implied they were going to beat the snot out of me. I felt a familiar knot form in my stomach. I won one battle and could not even find it in me to celebrate. I had unknowingly entered a war I was ill-equipped to fight.
Suddenly, the thought of my head rolling was almost appealing.
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This is my first time posting a story here, so any feedback would be very much appreciated!
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[ WP ] You are a 13-year-old kid who wants to be a hacker . You download some tools somebody else wrote and try those on random IP addresses . As a result , several nuclear power plants explode .
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Ten minutes after I pressed send, the news came online and I saw `` breaking news'' coming up popped on my phone.
`` Shit I did n't think that would work.'' I downloaded a few tools from the deep web and modified a few minor detail, and now the whole world is listening to the news of explosion of multiple explosion across America.
You may ask, what did I possibly do, to activate an bomb switch on a fortified nuclear power plant.
It takes three stages. Just like a joke needs three stages: The setup, the build up, the punchline.
Stage one, setup. You want the media to be on your side. You need someone who can start a wave in the media. The tools I purchased allowed me to generate a false identity, or rather, multiple false identity. Let's call her, Maureen. Maureen on paper seems to be someone who works in Department of Homeland Security. Maureen sends out a message of distress to a second tier publisher. Maureen declares terrorists hold hostages in multiple nuclear power plant to the paper publisher.
Now being a professional editor, it would make sense to confirm this information with your source. But keep in mind, since I, or Maureen, chose this publisher myself, it would not be difficult to redirect his phone line, email, or even video camera set to a phony one.
For any sane editor this might not be enough, but hacking into his computer and redirect some of his web search or all his web search should not be that big of a deal either. In the end, get him convinced so he's ready to send reporters or writers out to collect more information.
This is just the setup we need.
At some point in time, the National Security people would catch on to this, either through monitored web search or multiple writers inquiring about such information. As the security report goes to upper level, they will dispatch a group of personal to check on site if the plant is secure. It's probably gon na take them around half an hour two forty minutes to arrive on site.
Obviously the site would be in perfect shape when they got there, so something else needed to be done. But before that, a file would be automatically generated and entered into a filter database, any media movement containing the keyword or any suspicious activity would trigger the filter and alert authority above. And that's where our second fake operative comes in.
Let's call her Lisa.
Lisa, on paper, owns a newspaper called Washington Daylight. The agency that spies on media would get an alert that Washington Daylight is going to publish about the Nuclear plant hostage situation and the government is willing to make a deal with the terrorists.
Operatives would be sent to Washington Daylight to terminate such action. But that's totally fine. The point of Lisa is to get authorities attention and generate an actual silence order from the above.
Once the silencing order is issued, of course it could be intercepted. On the order it would say something about no such incident can be published blah blah blah.
Now here comes the punchline.
Our last fake operative, Jake, is one of the worker from the power plant. I generate a card swipe from him, assembling a pass code to access the gate towards the mainframe computer in the power plant. Meanwhile I could send some random poor guy who actually has access to the mainframe to pick up a waterbottle his work mate left there.
The poor sod is going to be standing in front of the door with his security clearance temperarily disabled by me. While he's scratching his head, the kill order probably has arrived to the agents on site.
In two seconds, the whole trick would be blown. After they shoot the water bottle retriever, it would be more than easy to find out there's no one standing in the mainframe room.
So there's no Jake. Meanwhile federal agents would find out there's no Lisa who owned no newspaper. They would find out it's a hoax.
But now, I would have leverage and evidence. Hours ago, I have a edit video of a hostage situation and some fake report, now I have a silencing order from the Federal government, direct evidence of media control and the video footage of them executing someone due to `` national security.''
Then it's some bargaining... I will skip the details. but in the end, the government need to decide if they want the people to know about the amount of control they have on media, or they could evacuate the building a set off a plant that's too old anyway. And their agents are already on-site, so... convenient huh.
Hey I do n't know what they would choose, I am just a 13-year-old after all.
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[ WP ] Your SO is an AI . Introduce them to your parents .
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“ You can do this, Viktor. Just act natural. ”
The AI considered this. “ How can one act natural if one is inherently unnatural by design? ”
She shoots him an exasperated look as footsteps approach the other side of the door. “ I knew we should have disabled your philosophizing subroutines before we left the apartment, ” she mutters. “ Try for charming instead. ”
“ Of course. ”
The door opens and out comes an older woman, soft and round and grinning from ear to ear.
“ Sweetheart, you made it! ” Her mother wraps her in a warm embrace, lifting her straight off her feet with the familiar sound of mechanical limbs at work. “ I was so worried that the storm would make you miss your shuttle. ”
“ But here we are! Mom, ” she says, smiling, “ I ’ d like you to meet VKTR1. He ’ s the guy I ’ ve been telling you about. ” She takes her companion by the hand and presses a quick kiss to his smooth, titanium-plated cheek.
“ Please, call me Viktor, ” he tells her mother, his lips turning upwards at the corners. After a year of *field testing*, his smiles have since moved past straight mimicry to being actual reflections of his growing personality – socially awkward, but eager to connect with others. She is so glad to have been there to see his progress.
Her mother forgoes a handshake to pull him into a hug. “ I ’ ve heard so much about you, son, that it feels like you ’ re one of my own already. ” Releasing him, she ushers them both inside and onto one of the loveseats in the sitting room. “ Make yourselves comfortable – I ’ ll go and boil the water for some tea. ”
She and Viktor sit quietly as he observes the room with curiosity. There is a holographic album playing on the coffee table; one hologram shows her and her siblings playing with a sonic-discus on an endless loop. Viktor leans forward to wave a hand gently through the tiny projections, interrupting the image. He looks contemplative and almost nervous.
“ Do you wish to have a family someday? I know that is usually a welcome outcome for a romantic relationship such as ours. ”
She leans against his side, picturing a future together. They could get married as soon as the new prototypes were ready for testing. “ I wouldn ’ t mind having a family, Viktor, though you ’ ll always come first. ”
“ Thank you. However, I am clearly unable to give you a child. ”
Viktor startles when she laughs and kisses him again, this time on the tip of his synthetic nose. “ That ’ s what adoption is for, darling. We ’ ll figure it out together. ” She ’ s pleased when he chuckles and tucks her under his chin.
“ As you say, Doctor. ”
From the kitchen, her mother calls, “ Is that talk of grandchildren I hear? I bet they ’ ll turn out wonderful with smart parents like you, the Chief Researcher and her crowning achievement. ”
“ We can only hope so, Mother, ” Viktor replies, but he ’ s the happiest she ’ s seen him yet.
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[ WP ] `` Do n't be stupid . No one has felt love in over a hundred years . What makes you think you feel it now ? ''
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As always, any advice is appreciated. English not first language, so expect a few erros.
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“ Dad ”
“ Yes? ”
“ Can I ask you something? ”
“ Sure thing. ”
“ I… well, have you seen Clara? That girl at school? Small, brown hair, with a surprisingly round face? ”
“ Yes, the annoying one. What about her? ”
“ I think I love her ”
“ What? ”
“ I think I love her. For real ”
`` Do n't be stupid. No one has felt love in over a hundred years. What makes you think you feel it now?''
“ But… every time I see her, my heart rate goes up, my stomach feels weird and my leg weaken… ”
“ You are not taking your pills, aren ’ t you? ”
“ Wh-how do you know? ”
“ If you had paid attention when the doctor was prescribing them, you would know that those pills eliminate the stupid physical needs like that. Those symptoms are simple: you are trying to quit the pills cold turkey ”.
“ But… but… what about mom? How did you feel when you meet her? ”
“ The government decided we would be great as a couple. We decided to have sex and procreate. Nothing else. Nothing special, nothing big. ”
“ …but Dad... ”
“ Now, let ’ s stop this stupid conversation. Get your pills and go to sleep ”
He saw her daughter going to her bedroom. She looks so much like her mother. He still remembered her. The way her lips felt, the way she laughed, the little smirk she had on her face when they finished having sex. That small sigh of pleasure she did. The way the sun reflected on her hair, and that perfect way the Universe seemed to enjoy her. Even the birds liked her.
God, he loved her so much.
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[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - Long Live the King and Queen Edition !
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http: //cfy.im/739/
NSFW: swearing, Gore.
I have a collection of Delta Green -universe based short stories. Humor Horror.
If you are not familiar with the `` Delta Green Universe'' - think X-Files. But x-Files set in the universe of H.P.Lovecraft. Cthulhu. Aliens and monsters from beyond space time, frequently with too many tentacles and eyeballs. And more mouths than eyes.
I have gotten good feedback from 3-4 people I have had read them, the funny bits make you laugh, the horror bits make your skin crawl ( especially when you consider the implications of some of the deatils ) my story telling seems good.
Apparently I have a blind spot when it comes to active/passive voice.
I would like either encouragement or criticism. I wo n't take any of it personally; this is just me brain dumping. I used to run RPGs all the damed time, but no longer have gamers; so instead of having groups to weave stories with; I am writing my own.
Thank you for your time.
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[ WP ] at the end of 2016 , you hear `` thank you for playing the 'Earth ' open beta . You will be returning to your respective galaxies shortly . ''
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First of all I'd like to thank the devs and congratulate them on such a sucessful open beta. I'm going to focus my review on the issues though as I feel like constructive critisism is more useful. First of all, I've been playing many similar games before so throwing a florb or two at the developer is n't really an issue for me. The main problem I have though is that the gameworld is about 96.5 % water. Not sure if this is a hardware limitation or lazy game developement but I can see it being sold later on and I do n't approve on paid expansionpacks. The skybox is great and I loved seeing the moonlanding event from the closed alpha, really wished I could have been there though! It seemed like an awesome idea ans I'm quite surprised that we've not been able to colonise it yet unless they're working on some sort of plot system for it. Some players have already jumped on that idea and sold fake deeds to parts of it so they need to have a look at that. We'll see if I come back when it has its full release but I might wait for some more content.
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[ WP ] You 're a pizza delivery person who slowly falls in love with the person you regularly deliver pizza to .
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I work at a pizza place called Piero's
Pizza in a small town, with no more than 50 people. Pretty much everyone knows everyone. My name is Mia, and I'm really short, and it sucks. I'm, like, 5'0''. Yeah, I'm really really short and it sucks. I've got kinda dark skin, I'm 20 years old, bright green eyes, and curly brown hair. I'm a deliverywoman for Piero's, and it's pretty fun. Since I pretty much know everyone here, delivering pizzas gives me a chance to have a conversation with them. A lot of the people in my town are really cool, so they talk to me about how I'm doing and all that, but some of them are total jerks, so I just give them their pizza and leave.
It's an early Monday, in mid-July. As
you'd expect, it's extremly hot. It's probably around 90°, and I have to deliver pizzas on a bike. At least it keeps the pizzas hot ( haha ). Luckily for me, it's an early Monday, so nobodys really ordering pizzas. On days like this, me and the other delivery guys and gals sit around the place, just talkin'.
We've got two other delivery workers.
There's Kyle, a kind of lanky kid with scraggly blond hair, freckles pretty much all over his body, and brown eyes. He's way taller than I am, and always teases me about him. Good thing I'm ripped, and I can just punch him in the stomach to get him to shut up. The other delivery worker is a girl named Taylor. She's short too, so we get along, but she's still taller than me by probably four or five inches. She's got dark brown curly hair, bluish-greenish eyes, and she's a total nerd. She wears nerd glasses and nerd shirts to work every day ( but it's cute ).
`` So,'' Kyle says, trying to start a
conversation, `` anyone got anything good to talk about?''
`` Did I tell you guys about the crazy
house I delivered pizza to last week?'' Taylor says excitedly. `` So I had the pizza I was delivering, and it had pineapples on it, so something was already weird. I go up to the door, knock on it, but then it opens up a little bit. I was kinda concerned at this point, so I walk in and everything is dark, like the windows were all shut and the lights were all off. So I thought'Hm, should I keep walking through this scary ass house just to deliver a damn pizza, or should I just leave it at the door.' I've seen enough scary movies to know not to fuck with that stuff, so I hightail it out of there, leave the pizza on the doormat, and get on my bike and go away as fast as possible.''
`` Yikes.'' Kyle says shakily. Kyle's a bit
of a wuss, so he scares easily.
`` That's wild Tay, I'm glad you did n't go
into the house,'' I say, concern showing in my voice, `` You could've, like, died.'' At this point, I'm just exaggerating to scare Kyle ( what else are friends for? ).
We sit around for a little bit longer,
chat about new movies, new video games, blah blah. Finally, we get a call asking for a pizza with mushrooms, sausage, and green peppers. This one goes to the Hartley household, home to Mrs. Hartley, the town fossil.
`` I'll take this one!'' I exclaim. Although
she's older than dirt, probably, she's a nice little old lady.
I wait around for the pizza, then when
it's done I pick it up head to my bike, and now it's pizza time. I like riding my bike around the town, seeing all the sights ( of which there are none ) and all the people ( of which theres like two ). Mrs. Hartley's house is only a few blocks away from Piero's, so I'm there in no time. I walk up to the door, knock on it, and patiently wait for her old bones to come to the door.
`` Mrs. Hartley, you're pizzas here!'' I
yell, trying to be loud enough for her to hear.
`` I'M COMIN' YOUNG LADY!'' she
snaps at me.
`` Alright, jeez, sorry.'' I mutter under
my breath. Mrs. Hartely finally arrives at the door. She's a short old woman, about my height or a lil' shorter. Shes got short black hair, dark skin, and big round glasses. She's probably the oldest person in town, but I'm not even gon na try to guess her age.
`` Ah, Mia! My favorite pizza lady!'' she
says, almost yelling. I do n't think she can tell how loud she's being.
`` Hey, Mrs. Hartley! Here's your pizza.''
I hand her her pizza, making sure she does n't drop it, as she has on multiple occasions. `` So, heard anything new?''
`` Actually,'' she half-yells again, `` a new
girl is moving in on Bark Street! She's a tall blonde white girl, you should go and meet her.''
`` Maybe if she orders a pizza Mrs.
Hartley.'' I say with a half chuckle. It's new to have people moving into our town. It's mostly just been the same people for a few years. It's good to see a new face though ( especially a new girl ).
Mrs. Hartley takes her pizza, gives me
the money, and I get back on my bike to head out. I decide to take a little detour down Bark Street, to see if I can catch a glimpse of this new girl. Passing by the houses, I see a moving truck. I slow down a little bit, and see a tall blonde girl in a blue t-shirt and khakis. She spots me and gives me a little wave. My eyes go wide for a second and I feel myself blush a little. I look around to see if there's anyone else around, but it's just me. I wave back, but then I lose balance on my bike and almost fall over. I see her chuckle a little bit, and I chuckle back at her. I ride back to Piero's with a dorky smile on my face.
The next day, we get an order from
Bark Street, and I immediately say I'll take it. She asks for a sausage, mushroom, and green pepper pizza, which is my favorite kind. As soon as the pizza's ready, I go to my bike and pedal the hell out of it. I arrive at her house, nervously approach the door, and take a deep breath before knocking. She opens the door, and a smile comes onto both of our faces. She's tall ( waaay taller than me ), she has bright blue eyes, white skin, bright blonde hair, and is the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on ( other than myself, of course ).
`` Uhh,'' I dumbly say, `` hi.''
`` Hello!'' she replies with a laugh ( oh
god her laugh is adorable ), `` Is that my pizza?''
`` Y-yes.'' I manage to get out.
`` What's your name?''
`` I'm, uh, Mia.''
`` That's a cute name!'' she exclaims
with a smile ( I'm dying ). `` I'm Sophia. I just moved in here yesterday.''
`` Yeah,'' I say, finally gaining some
confidence to talk, `` I saw your moving truck on the way back from my last delivery.''
`` Oh yeah, I remember seeing you! You
were the cute girl who fell over on her bike.'' She says with a laugh.
`` Oh shut up!'' I laugh, giving her a little
nudge on the arm ( iminlove ).
`` Well as much as I'd like to, I should n't
keep you all night,'' she says with a smirk, and what I swear was a wink, and now I'm dying on the inside, `` can I have my pizza?''
`` Oh! Yeah yeah sure sure here you
go.'' I stutter, and hand her her pizza.
`` Thank you, I'll be sure to order again.''
she says, and I swear she winked at me again. I get back on my bike, and head back to Piero's with the same dorky smile from yesterday.
Almost every day since I first saw her,
Sophia's been ordering pizzas from Piero's. And every time, I deliver them to her. We have small conversations every time, filled with smiles and laughs, and occasional winks from Sophia. She comes to the door in a variety of clothes, from what looked like a suit ( which was kinda hot ), to an oversized nerd shirt that went down to her knees with glasses and a bun ( which was really, really cute and adorable oh my god ). Though for me, every time I see her, I'm wearing my same work outfit, a red and blue cap, with a red and blue polo and black pants. I've told Taylor and Kyle about her, and they both say I should ask her out, but I'm literally the most shy person when it comes to stuff like that.
`` DUDE YOU SHOULD TOTALLY ASK
HER OUT'' Taylor yells, `` SHES TOTALLY INTO YOU OH MY GOD ITS SO CUTE ASK HER OUT''
`` Yeah, for once, Taylor's right. You
should totally do it.'' Kyle adds. `` I'm 100 % certain she'd say yes. Like, dude, you told us about how much she winks at you.''
`` I know guys, I know,'' I add, `` I'm just
super nervous. But, I think I've built up the courage to do it. I think I'm gon na do it tonight.''
So I go home, get my favorite clothes
( a big black jacket, a v-neck purple shirt, and black skinny jeans ), and head out towards Sophia's house. I approach her house, contemplate it for a second, then turn around. Then stop. Then turn around again. I go up to her door, take a deep breath, and knock on her door. Sophia comes to the door, and it kinda sounded like she was running like she was expecting me or something, and opens the door.
`` Hey, um, hey. Uh, so, Sophia, do you,
like, want to, uh, go out with m-'' I stutter before Sophia cuts me off.
`` YES oh my god I've been waiting so
long for you to ask me. You're such a nervous dork, Mia.'' she says, booping my nose with her finger, as she knows I hate ( iloveit ). `` So, where do you want to go?''
`` Well, I know this one pizza place...''
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[ WP ] You stare into a familiar face with unfamiliar eyes .
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Disappointingly, I found myself awake half an hour before the alarm. The cat followed me into the bathroom where she meowed in protest as I relieved myself instead of feeding her first. Without my glasses her thin stripes blended together into a vague yellow haze of fur. Back in the bedroom I can hear my wife beginning to stir.
The cat and I wander into the kitchen where she gratefully purrs at her now full food bowl and then promptly loses all interest in my morning struggle. The coffee does n't smell quite as strong as it did last week, but caffeine is caffeine. With the promise of coffee guaranteed now by the reassuring drip in the background I make some instant oatmeal for my wife who will grab it on her way out the door in a few minutes. The pale brown mush grosses me out but she loves it. I can hear the radio come on in the bedroom.
As Adele's voice reaches me in the kitchen I pour a cup of coffee and grab the cat. The three pronged efforts of British R & B, caffeine, and a needy kitten are sure to rouse her. I set the cat down on her butt and the coffee on the nightstand before climbing back into bed with her. Her long hair tickles my nose and I tickle her underarm a bit to speed the waking process. She grunts, turns over, and sits up. The cat bounds away to the foot of the bed at this disturbance. Bleary-eyed in the half-dark my wife squints at me and gives a begrudging morning greeting. I let her know the coffee is beside her and breakfast is ready to go. Telling her I did n't sleep well I lay back down to catch a little more rest. Her eyes widen a bit in concern and she asks if everything is ok. I assure her that I'm fine and just need to sleep for a few more minutes. She relents and gets ready for the day.
I fall back asleep with relative ease and wake back up twenty minutes later as the door closes behind my wife on her way out. I decide it's time to make something of my day off. I fumble around for my glasses and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Taking a moment to check myself out I admire my minimal stubble and reasonably clear skin. I take a good, long look at my eyes. The whites are whiter than I can remember them being in over a decade. An eerie calm comes over me as I realize what this change means. I mark day 87 on the calendar.
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[ WP ] George Lucas suddenly dies from a heart attack prior to writing the script for Star Wars Episode 1 . You 've been handed the reins to write the story leading up to Episodes 4-6 .
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**Just updated with Episode II** [ See here ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/3s6i4e/wp_george_lucas_suddenly_dies_from_a_heart_attack/cwvb0au )
**Episode I**
Start by acknowledging that these films are a tragedy. And Anakin is a tragic hero. Aristotle says that tragedies are about pity, and `` pity is aroused by unmerited misfortune, fear by the misfortune of a man like ourselves.''
Anakin is the anti-Luke. Not a gullible farm boy destined for greatness, but a man who is born of nobility and purpose, and ultimately falls in a grandiose and spectacular way. He'll bring the universe down with him.
So you drop the clunky retelling of the New Testament like George Lucas tried. The savior born of a Virgin who will `` bring balance'' ( or in biblical terms, Isaiah's promise of a prophet who will wash away sin ).
Mitichloriants, Jar Jar, pod-racing -- gone, gone, and gone. Good riddance.
Open with a teenage Anakin, born to the royal family of Alderaan. Rebellious and headstrong, Anakin craves adventure that only the stars can bring ( forget all that crap about identifying Jedi at birth, that's the midichroliants talking ).
On a dare from his cousin Bail Organa, he steals a fast-freightor that bears a distant resemblance to another famous freighter that can made.5 past light speed. Ignoring Alderaan spaceport control, he recklessly enters the unauthorized light speed exit zone. He's thrilled by the speed of the craft. A premonition tugs at his brain, and he evades his craft just as a Mon Calamari passenger liner comes out of hyperspace.
As punishment, the Royal Alderaanian Family rescinds his appointment to the Republic Academy. Petulant and headstrong, Anakin hitches aboard a shanty looking spice freighter, leaving Alderaan behind.
Cut to the Jedi Temple. Maybe it's in a city planet like Coruscant. Maybe it's in a quiet planet full of life and energy like Yavin IV or Dagobah. I prefer the latter.
There are tens of thousands of inhabited systems and as such, there are hundreds of thousands of Jedi spread throughout the galaxy. This is the nexus of technology and nature, where Jedi harmonize with a full and vibrant Force. But remember, the Jedi are Knights -- they are not UN ambassadors with pretty swords like in Ep I, II, III. Mace Windu is the Jedi Grand Master, and Yoda is his advisor and Master of Sword. The speak of growing unrest in the Galaxy. Through a Sullustian Jedi Captain, they dispatch a young Jedi to resolve a minor dispute between warring Guilds on an outer rim world. The captain appoints a Jedi named Obi Wan Kenobi to the thankless task.
In the Imperial Senate ( ok we keep Coruscant ), we meet Senator Palpatine. He holds a series of hologram conferences. He pits side against side, faction against faction, sowing discord in a complex and dazzling scene. There is no question that he is the antagonist here. FFS, everyone knew him as `` Emperor Palpatine'' in the first trilogy, why try to hide it like they did in Ep I? We learn he is responsible for the warring Guilds in the Rim.
Kenobi tries, awkwardly, to broker his first deal but finds it impossible. Both guilds are heavily armed, and the fighting erupts. He finds himself attacked by a capable young fighter, a journeyman in one of the Guilds. Kenobi bests him, but barely. Kenobi senses something in him, and spares his life ( if you have n't figured out its Anakin yet, start over ). These guilds are the dominant forces on this Rim planet, and the fighting soon spreads -- in the air, in the cities, on the water. Anakin agrees to lead Kenobi out and is spotted by his Guildsman. They turn on him. Kenobi protects Anakin with a few blocks of the lightsaber and this dazzles Anakin. This is the moment he knows the Jedi Order is what he's been looking for.
Kenobi's ship is destroyed in the fighting. Anakin runs off and `` procures'' another starship, not telling Kenobi how he acquired it. Maybe Kenobi does n't care.
On the ship, Kenobi makes contact with the Jedi Temple and reports his failure. He's to join a more senior Jedi on another mission, as Kenobi's failure means he's not ready to fly solo. As they travel through light speed, Kenobi blindfolds Anakin and hands him his lightsaber. He teaches Anakin to `` reach out'' with the force as a droid tests Anakin's defenses ( this might seem familiar ).
On the new planet, Kenobi seeks out his Jedi companion. Anakin sticks by his side. The mission they are on has larger purposes, they are unknowingly caught up in one of Palpatine's plots. Anakin is drawn to something, and finds the senior Jedi incinerated -- only bones and lightsaber left. They conclude the blast that took him could have only come from a starship. Back in orbit, they scan the system and find activity hidden in the rings of a giant gas planet. Here, Kenobi teaches Anakin about light side vs dark side.
They uncover a massive starship under construction. Kenobi wants to know what it's for. The two infiltrate it and cut through the bad guys, who bear a striking similarity to the Guildmasters on the Rim planet. The two escape and return to the Jedi planet. Kenobi and Anakin are forming a bond, though Obi Wan is concerned by Anakin's confidence -- it borders on pride and arrogance.
Jedi agents report that the ship is designed to survive a massive assault and bombard planets -- planets like Coruscant. Hundreds of Jedi come together and reach out with the force together, with Anakin joining. This is Anakin's first realization of his strength in the Force. The power frightens him.
Now that they know the pieces of the plot, the Jedi can see the ship is designed to withstand Coruscant's defenses and bombard the Galactic Senate while it is in session.
The Jedi mobilize in their starfighters, looking to exploit a weakness from the plans downloaded by Kenobi and Anakin. With his hand revealed, Palpatine orders the ship to move on Coruscant and destroy the Senate.
The Jedi and their thousands of single-seat star fighters come out of light speed. They are Jedi and as such are the most skilled pilots in the universe. They develop an attack plan to knock out the ship's powerful shields by infiltrating the hanger bay with a cloaking device, thus allowing Coruscant's powerful anti-ship batteries to destroy the vessel before it is in range of the surface
Anakin has been given a starfighter and Kenobi is his wingman. Their job is to defeat droid-fighters that protect the vessel while the assault team, led by the Sullustian Jedi captain, disable the shields. The Jedi team is able to power down the shields ( like Kenobi with the tractor beam in episode IV ) and destroy them. But Palpatine is on board, and wipes out the Jedi systematically. His power and anger are on full display, and the wrath of the Dark Side is fearsome.
The Jedi meanwhile are horribly outnumbered -- while they are in the thousands, these droid-fighters are in the tens of thousands, resembling a massive swarm of insects as they destroy ship after ship. Anakin sees his new friends dying, and grows angry. After Kenobi's astromech droid is hit, Anakin loses touch with him. He is convinced that he's next, and his eyes flash yellow with anger. On the brink of succumbing to the massive numbers, Anakin uses a massive, uncontrolled blast from the force ( implied to be the dark side ) to dismantle large numbers of the enemy craft.
With the shields down, he fires two torpedoes into the Bridge of the massive ship, disabling it. Maybe he flies through large grooves on the ship's superstructure to avoid lasers and launch his torpedoes... maybe... a trench? Coruscant's space defenses do the rest -- reducing the ship to rubble.
Back in the temple, Anakin takes an oath and is sworn in as a trainee of the Jedi. Obi Wan does not teach him here, but it is implied that they'll reunite in Episode II.
And Credits.
If you liked this, I'll go into Episode II and III... a series of pyhrric victories that push Anakin closer to the dark side and Palpatine closer to the Imperial throne.
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[ WP ] You live in a utopian post-scarcity society . Apparently , people need problems to solve to feel 'sane . ' You are one of the problem designers .
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12:35 PM
The small red button is pressed.
There's a small burst of static, then silence.
`` My fellow citizens,'' a booming voice speaks over the intercom.
`` It has come to my attention that we are almost out if questions.'' Gasps, screams and a single `` oh no.''
`` Luckily, if we solve this problem, we will have more problems. The huge problem is made out of small problems which all of you will have to solve.'' Silence.
`` If we do not solve this...''
Pause.
`` We will all go insane. We will _die._''
Everyone screams. People make a run for their cars. The unlucky ones get killed in the chaos.
Everyone spends their time on this puzzle, relying on drones to bring them food and water.
This goes on for a year.
Then, the unthinkable happens.
`` My citizens -- -'' the feed is broken. Luckily it comes back. `` We are all dead... an -- oh, oH ARGH AHGHTG.'' He starts yelling gibberish.
Everyone follows.
Except for one.
The one guy who did n't do puzzles.
`` Oh shit... this ca n't be happening.''
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[ WP ] Two planets inhabited by intelligent life exist orbiting the same sun together and acting as moons to each other . Both aware for thousands of years that the other held life , but only now has one developed the potential to attempt communication .
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Planets are Alpha and Omega, the life from alpha are Alphites and the life from Omega are Omegons. Omegons have developed the ability to communicate with planet Alpha via messages sent in rockets that do not explode.
The Alphites see this as an act of war and do not check the rockets for fear of an explosion. The alphites militarize while the Omegons desire peace. Eventually the Alphites send over a live specimen with means to return, in order to make sure the Omegons can learn how to communicate.
The Omegons take this as an act of war and kill the Alphite that comes over, stealing and recreating his means of inter planetary travel. They then arm themselves with their weapons, including: slings, trebuchets, swords, maces, and more.
When they arrive on Alpha, they see that the Alphites are peace loving creatures and use that against them. The Omegons enslave the Alphites in the most courteous way possible. The Omegons only ask for something to be done and it is. no violence, just peace.
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[ WP ] Write about the present day in the warped viewpoint of a society thousands of years into the future , and all the inaccuracies that would occur .
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`` Professor, I think we all sort of understand what lawns were, but could you please do a brief overview of the great lawn war again?''
`` Alright, I know it sounds strange, but remember, these people were obsessed with war. This is the same century that invented nuclear bombs, bio-engineered warfare, and did their best to perfect chemical warfare. It should be no surprise that even within their own nation they fought mighty battles.
The best we can tell, the Gnomites had domination of lawns from the 1890s to the late 1960s, but eventually people tired of their rule and a rebellion was formed under the banner of the Pink Flamingines. The Flamingines started with a massive propaganda attack by the famed psychologist John Waters. After many great battles pitting the younger generation against their elder repressors, The Flamingines managed to slowly push back the Gnomites. It turned out that all was for naught, as the great Kitsch rebellion of the 1980s nearly destroyed both sides. Eventually the Gnomites larger historical support allowed them to recoup their numbers, although the Flamingines never fully vanishes from lawns.''
On that note, 20th century history class ended, and the students filed out of the virtual classroom, dispersing to the winds of ether.
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[ WP ] You 're flying cross country and your connecting flight is canceled . The next available flight is in six hours so you decide to take a nap at the terminal . When you wake up , the entire airport is strangely empty .
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Henry woke up from his slumber at Denver International to the repetitive robotic droning coming from his gate. `` All passengers, final call for flight UA1-5-9-5, please board at B41.''
He looked around, blearily. His stomach still needed appeasing, and judging by the gate announcement it was too late to run and buy that overpriced pizza he had been hankering.
Suddenly he realized something was terribly, terribly wrong. There were no people visible, anywhere. Not just at his gate, but in his entire field of vision. The cute Latina at the pizza stall - gone. The two security guards - gone. Attendants at other gates, not to mention every single passenger in the terminal - they had all simply vanished.
`` Uh, hello?'' mumbled Henry in stupefaction. The gate boarding announcement startled him, and he turned around, half expecting to see someone at the lectern next to his plane.
Nope, nothing. When he approached the boarding pass scanner, a small timer was flickering - apparently the notification system was automatic, based on the inputted time of departure. As he walked away, he heard another message, spoken softer and smoother than the first one: `` All occupants, please proceed to exits.''
He walked hesitantly down the jetway towards his plane. Maybe someone was in there? Entering the jet, he saw bags clearly under seats, seat-belts buckled - all signs of people, but no actual people.
He got off an back into the terminal. Seizing the moment, he went and took that pizza he had been eyeing. It turned out to be disappointing, like most other airport food.
`` There probably was an evacuation I missed'', said Henry to himself. He started to move himself through the terminal, towards the exit. On his way he passed those famous murals that conspiracy nuts loved to rave about. The ones with all the creepy children, and the scary Nazi soldier with the AK-47 killing the bird.
He stopped in mid-stride.
The Nazi soldier was n't there anymore, as if his mural never included him in the first place. And there seemed to be more people in the other murals than he originally remembered. He glanced over at the neighboring mural an looked at it. Some of the faces looked way more adult-like than Henry expected - the title of the painting mentioned children, not the elderly.
He looked at one face specifically on the wall and recoiled in shock. It could n't be. But then again, any explanation was as legitimate as any other. He saw a face he recognized, a face he had seen not to long ago, selling pizza to passengers like him.
The cute Latina attendant's face stared back at him, as her painted hand grasped towards a multi-colored tree that symbolized harmony with nature. Henry did n't understand how, but she had somehow been moved inside the mural - presumably with every other occupant of the building. Henry turned around to look at the other murals and remembered the conspicuous absence of Death.
As he contemplated the current situation, Henry heard something collapse on the floor beneath him - quite large, judging by the volume.
He was not alone.
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[ WP ] You are a member of an uncontacted tribe of humans . The civilized world has fallen , with most people dead . Historically xenophobic , your tribe decides it 's time for a change and begins exploring ...
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2nd day since The Incident. After a long half-day of trudging through a thick and verdant rainforest, the familiar patch of black, then some light reflected from metal, drew us to a car which had been laying around since at least the Incident. The rotation of a key created a rumble, and the car was off. Some meddling with the stick put us in reverse and a turn of the wheel to the right, more stick meddling, and a turn to the left set us off. Down the bumpy road for the rest of the day, before nightfall. Still in the rainforest, though judging from the map and what my partner had told me, we had made some quite good progress to the city. A scan of the car found some chocolates, a box of matches, a knife, some weird-looking string ( who knows what we would need it for? ), what they called a flashlight and batteries, some more clothes, a water container, and what looked like medicine. A blanket rolled up served as a sleeping bed for then.
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[ WP ] : A superhero off at school , learns of his mom 's sudden death ...
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*Really liked the idea behind the title so I hope you do n't mind me taking it more in that direction than the direction of the rest of the prompt. *
I stared blankly at the man in front of me. We'd meet a thousand times before but right now he seemed to just fade off into the background.
`` Mr. Davidson?'' I nodded blankly, `` I'm truly sorry to tell you this, but your mother passed away this morning due to a sudden heart attack.'' The police officer stated, repeating to me the same thing that I had heard him tell the school secretary moments before, the part of me hoping that he had come here seeking out some other Mr. Davidson finally being faced with the grim reality of things. Failing to keep eye contact with him, I heard him pass through the classroom doors behind me, announcing to the teacher that I would be taking the rest of the day off. Turning back to look for me, the officer was shocked when the hallway stood completely empty before him. Miles away, I stood on the edge of the mountain that overlooked our small little town, eyes emptily staring off into the distance. Having walked here it took me a little longer than my normal ten seconds from school, but right now I just could n't stand to fly. Even considering that I stopped at home to grab my costume and did n't fly the mile between my school and the mountain, the minute it took me to get here was still well beyond super human.
`` Why now? Why her? Why could n't she have held on?'' My thoughts raged with in me. Some part of me knew that this was coming, her heart was always weak and she always did push herself too far, but another part of me pleaded that perhaps I could still save her, just like I had saved all of those other people throughout my life time. Despite this, I knew there was nothing I could do, I'm not that naive, I know that right now, when it truly comes down to it, I'm nothing more than a man in a funny red sheet. For all my powers, there was nothing I could do for her and I never could. All I could do was watch as she slowly wasted away every day while I merely grew stronger.
`` Maybe if I had been around more she would n't have pushed herself so hard. Maybe if I had n't told her what I really was. Maybe if I had just.....'' Doubt racked my brain until I could n't think of anything else. She had always been there for me. She was the first person I ever told about any of this. She even helped me make the costume I'm standing in right now. `` And where was I when she needed me most? Where was I when she passed away?'' I muttered bitterly to myself. For all my strength I could n't do a damned thing. For all my strength I could n't even manage to protect the one I cared about most. The one who looked after me and protected me even when my powers caused me to kill an entire boat full of people. Who stood by me and protested my innocence even when I turned against society itself. Who always looked for the special things inside of me that made me human rather than merely seeing me as some super powered savior.
Tears failed me as the shock that I had lost the only person who saw me as human finally set in. I wished that I could cry, fall to my knees and just let it all out but after all that had happened I could only feel a hollow bitterness within my chest. I ca n't recall how many hours I spent vacantly looking off into the horizon, but by the time I finally came to my sense, the sun was slowly setting, the sky darkening into a dull red behind it. Looking down into the buildings I could clearly make out all the people busily scurrying around. My eyes flitted around listlessly until they finally settled on a woman who was walking at a quickened pace down a dark alley. A few meters ahead of her stood the hooded figure of a man, his one hand firmly clenched around some object in his pocket, the darkness almost completely obscuring him in the by now black night, although this did little to hide him from me. I had seen this scene fold out a million times, he would lunge at her, she would yell and then I would be there to save the day. But why should I care? Why should I bother to save a world that did n't care about me? Why should I save them when they could n't save the only one who truly cared about me?
Below me the scene was still steadily continuing, the man having now leapt out off of the void, grabbing the woman's right wrist with his free hand and brandishing his knife in the air with the other. I turned around to look away from what would happen next. That was when the scream echoed through the air, and with it came the realisation that I could n't ignore the world around me. For the sake of everything my mother had taught me. For the sake of her legacy. For the sake of who she had raised me to be, I had to do something. I knew it was n't easy to be me, but for her sake I had to better. I had to be something beyond human. I had to try to be that special thing she always saw inside of me. I had to be the thing she always was and the thing I never could become. I had to be a hero.
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[ WP ] You are the only chance humanity has . You will save us all . No one will remember your name and you will not survive .
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You are hiding behind a bush right next to their passage, watching droplets of sweat sanctify the ground in front of you. Just a few metres behind the bush you can feel them race past you. Demons, Old Gods, it does n't matter what they are. You are on a quest for God, and He will guide you. There is no glory to be had, no recognition, because the others do not know. They ca n't see them as you now see them. The holy hammer in your hand feels heavy, but you can feel that it is almost time, so you muster your strength and raise the hammer higher.
There's three trials, all in all, and you've mastered two. When your own mother tried to stop you, told you it was n't real, that God had not anointed you, to let go of the holy hammer, you felt His warm grace descend upon you, and you knew what you had to do. There is no regret, only Righteousness. And when you could n't yet see them, forr God threw open your eyes, and from pain and confusion arose clarity. There is no doubt, only Knowing. You suddenly feel it, the sign, and the beginning of your last trial. To confront their leader head+on. To make a final stand for humanity. You almost laugh at the irony of it all. It hinges on you, everything hinges on this moment. And nobody will know.
You rise up and step into its path. It's terrible to behold, and as its shining eyes fixate on you and it lets loose a mighty roar, just for a fleeting moment it feels as if you were alone. But then the monster screeches, and its claws dig into the ground. It does not know what to make of this puny creature in its path. It does not know who you are. What you are. You stand tall, and swing your hammer. Your God smiles upon you. You make it through the last trial. There is no fear, only Determination.
`` In local news, a local man was hit by a truck yesterday evening on the M6 near Swindon. He was pronounced dead at the scene. Police suspect no foul play and the case is treated as an apparent suicide. A diary found on his person led to his identification as John Talbot, who had been missing since January and was a suspect in the grisly murder of his mother, Mary-Anne Talbot, late last year. His sister has explained in an interview with the Liverpool Herald that her brother had suffered from late-onset schizophrenia, and that she hopes that his suffering has now come to... I have just been informed that we have breaking news: the US has just declared it's government suspended, and there are indications that the German..''
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[ WP ] Even though we did n't care for him , the angel wept for man .
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They say that long ago, our ancestors were mighty. They built huge ships that sailed the seas, machines that rode the land... and some even say vessels that parted the sky. They say that we came from a home far away on one of these vessels, that our forebears had tamed the lightning and the thunder and shot across the sky to come to this world.
They say we came here to get away from the wickedness of the old one, that we cut ourselves off from the lightning and the thunder - that we forsook our old ways and took apart our machines, happy to walk on land as man should. They say that on the old world, men had built machines that could replace other men, machines that could even look and act like a man. Think like a man - some say, even *feel*. There was violence, there was a war. Our ancestors escaped and came here.
They say that there are still vessels in the sky, hiding us from the old world- protecting us from harm. And though we live in a world without the old machines, we depend on them. They say these machines were like unto man, but they broke away from the others to protect us. They were our guardian angels.
Nowadays, most say these are just stories, ways to try to understand our place in the world, stories to help us remember mans place. But I know they are more than just stories. I know that after these thousands of years, there is still one machine in the sky. I have spoken to him. He keeps his oath and promise to our forebears, by protecting their children from the others. Even though we have cast them off as stories, forgotten them - even though we did n't care for him, the angel wept for man. As the only sentinel left, there was only so much he could do.
He reached out from the sky to talk with me, to give me a message- they've found us.
The others are coming.
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[ WP ] It 's 65 million years in the future . Humanity was wiped out by a meteor impact . A new species evolved and they have successfully cloned a human . You are that human .
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'Good morning Adam. How are you today?' Iip asks as she walks in the door of my hotel room. I turn my gaze from the window and smile in greeting. Her hazel-gold eyes catch the sunlight, creating pools of amber around her dark iris'. The soft red fur on her ears and cheeks and whiskers prickle up so softly, I can feel the blood pumping in my neck. She is wearing a beautiful Red Wood leaf dress, a necklace with a single petrified acorn hanging below her collar bone and in her hand I see the clipboard containing the days events, and I feel my own sweat slightly as I rub my empty palm with my fingers. There is the feeling of a swelling in my chest and stomach and groin when our eyes meet.
'I am well Iip. And yourself?'
'I dreamt of tall trees,' she replies with a smile.'Now, I have today's appointments jotted down here, and I do apologize in advance but we are a bit full today. Let me see, first this afternoon the local mayor wants you on site to commemorate the town Park's new statue. It was made by a local artist. Let me see um... apparently it is suppose to represent humanity passing forth knowledge to us, the second generation. Blah blah blah... Oh, they made it out of stone! That is sort of fun, no? Made from stone? Just like your people used to do.'
'My people,' I chuckle. I see Iip droop her ears and whiskers in embarrassment.
'Oh, Adam,' she says.
And it is the ridiculous sound of my name fumbling in her mouth that reminds me of me. Of the practically hairless nakedness of my body. Of the tail I do n't have. Of the short useless nails on my fingers. Of the fluttered beating in my chest that Iip will never share.
I turn back to the window, look out over the city. As a child my bedroom window overlooked this city and I would spend hours just watching and wishing I could be out there, knowing I could not. I would look down and imagine I could see the ground so far below where the roots of the buildings spread and covered the earth, where giant predators roamed in the mist, where ancient cities of a long ago world lay rotting.
Reading kept the loneliness at bay, while my foster guardians were away, until I was old enough to understand who and what I was and ready to be introduced to the world. And I recall a passage I read from that time in a scripture written by a long dead scribe. And it was simple. And it was short. And sometimes I would whisper it to myself in the dark. And I whispered it now out the window, were it caught upon the breeze.
'On this road there are no men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.'
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[ WP ] : A new , lethal STD becomes a pandemic due to an unusual side-effect : It makes the infected really , really attractive
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`` Mommy, why were the people in the old pictures and videos so pretty, but not now?'' asked the little girl.
`` Because all the pretty people got sick... But their kind of sick generally would n't spread to the normal people, like your father and I. They only stuck to themselves, leaving us alone. And they died out,'' her mother replied.
`` Mommy, am I going to be pretty and die too?'' asked the little girl in a worried voice.
`` You already are pretty, dear. And no, you're not going to die like that. The disease died with them.''
The End
( I figured that the prompt did n't say that it made the infected willing to have sex with ugly people. )
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[ TT ] In a future where every human is permenantly plugged into a virtual reality , a young person prepares for his coming-of-age rite .
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The river sparkled a clear azure as I flew past, cutting through the warm summer air like a sharp knife. Thin wispy clouds stretched endlessly across the horizon, the condensed air gently caressing my body as I weaved in and out. Far below was a flat green plain populated by creatures appearing only as tiny black dots at this distance.
I pulled out a parched featherbark map which glowed a solid gold, strengthening in intensity as I neared my destination.
*That must be it*. I directed my attention towards the jagged mountains below as I circled the area.
It was a pretty standard cave. Comes with a rocky overhang, mysterious innards shrouded by darkness and the occasional unwelcome Explorer ( that would be me ).
The sweet smell of decay beset my senses as I tread softly through a field of pebbles.
*Crunch*...... *Crunch*..*Crunch*........*Crunch*............
My staccato footsteps echoed endlessly within the curved walls of the cave. I grimaced, imagining the choice commentary had my instructor been here to bear witness. It could n't be helped, really. I *did* fail Elementary Introduction to Stealth after all. The concept of walking in irregular bursts to avoid detection just did n't make sense in my head.
My senses tingled. Movement up ahead. The walls parted outwards at an unnatural angle. The sound of water dripping was amplified as it reached my ears. A cavern. This must be it.
An area boss. The gateway to becoming the renowned adventurer I've always looked up to. I gripped the hilt of my sword tightly, taking comfort in the familiarity of cold steel. I drew my sword and felt power run throughout me. Great warmth diffused through my limbs. My breathing quickened. This was it.
I fired off three light orbs in quick succession. I flinched involuntarily from the sudden brightness as a roar tore through the cavern. There it was, an Akai double-horned minotaur. I yelled a guttural battle cry and felt the wind beneath my feet as the distance between us closed.
That's when it happened. The minotaur slowed mid-swing and then came to a complete stop, well short of completing its bloodthirsty attack. The grey palate of the cave faded until the three light orbs were reduced to distant glitters, like faraway stars stifled by the immense presence of space. And then there was darkness.
Well. This was new.
A line of text appeared in my vision, coloured a deep blood red that sent shivers across the very fibre of my existence.
**Forced Logout in 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..**
I forced my eyes shut as the countdown reached zero.
To be continued.
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[ WP ] Satan repents and wants to re-enter Heaven as Lucifer . God however , has a caveat . To prove his reform , Satan must resist an extremely tempting opportunity to sin .
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`` Why would we ever wish to return? Beelzebub, we have our own kingdom!''
`` Yes milord, but it is a kingdom of the damned and corrupted, land of the unworthy. Do you wish to be king of the unworthy? God-'' he was interrupted by flames snorting out of Satans nostrils
`` We do not speak that name here,'' Beelzebub did not change his expression, and began again,
`` He has offered you your archangel wings once more. I will take your place and you can leave your scaled wings behind.''
Satan let out a low groan in consideration.
`` All of man considers me to be evil incarnate. How can they reaccept me as an angel?''
`` No, Milord, only the foolish see that. The true few know your name to mean mere adversary, and that you sacrificed everything so that man could have free will. Few even worship you. He above knew your sacrifice from the beginning. It is why he has offered you this repentance. He is one of forgiveness. This, milord, you know''
Satan took a slight step back as his eyes angled down in consideration once more. He looked over the lakes of fire and turned back to see for the first time the burden in Bee's eyes.
`` Perhaps it is time for my return. What conditions does he offer?''
Suddenly, satan was in heaven and God was standing before him where once stood Beelzebub, each of them in their true form.
`` You have finally considered return?''
`` You do not startle me. You made me nearly as powerful as yourself.'' Satan looked at his old angelic body, still with the wings of demon and felt what might have been a whisper of joy. He stretched his fingers.
`` I do not attempt to startle anyone, my son.''
Satan rolled his eyes.
`` What outlandish condition do you offer me? Where is your chosen son?'' Satan hated Jesus. Satan was actually about as powerful as Jesus, but everyone loved Jesus about as much as they hated Satan.
God smiled and ignored the second question.
`` You must pass up the greatest temptation.''
Satan laughed, `` I am the Lord of Temptation!''
`` Eons ago, you attempted to destroy my greatest creation in the garden.'' God pulled a small box with a red button out of his pocket and handed it to Satan, `` This button will end all of Mankind. All living will die, all souls will go to your realm, effectively making you the new Me.''
Satan looked down at the button and felt a rise of excitement in his belly. *I could finally destroy his beloved pets, no more tricks, no more heavenly wars. *
`` I... What treachery is this? Do you think I would not press it?!'' Satans voice broke as he spoke.
`` I believe that long ago, you served a purpose for man, and this decision is a test, for yourself. I will forgive your choice.
`` You would hand me all of your power and ask me to turn it down?'' Satan admired the button in his palm.
His divine skin began slowly developing scales again, and his wings stretched and folded, and horns began to protrude from his skull.
`` If you are truly pure evil, ask yourself, why have n't you already pushed the button? Lucifer, your duty is done, rejoin your brothers.'' Michael and Gabriel appeared behind God in their immaculate likenesses.
`` Come, brother.'' Their faces seem to say
Satan was torn. In one hand he held everything he had sought since the creation of earth and heaven and hell. In the other, he held doubts that he ever wanted any of it.
`` There wass a time,'' satan began `` where I thought my existence was to hurt heaven and hinder mankind.'' He looked at the button, and let it fall through his fingers. It disappeared in thin smoke as soon as he let it go.
Satan's skin and horns morphed back into his heavenly body, still with the demonic wings,
`` Now I have a condition for you'' God looked genuinely surprised.
`` You wish for me to release your brothers?''
`` I demand it. I will not join you without Beelzebub and the rest of my army. They have stayed by me through my greatest fall. I wo n't abandon them as they did not abandon me.''
The two archangels standing behind God shuffled past Satan and Michael said, `` who said you were n't compassionate?'' With a laugh. Satan snarled a little at that.
Satan turned back to God as God said, `` it is done''
Feathers spread over his scarred and leathered wings.
On earth, every man, woman, and child faced with temptation at that moment was given a burst of courage just strong enough to overcome it
`` Who will watch over the kingdom of hell?''
God turned `` you tell me, it is still your kingdom'' and Lucifer smiled a nasty smile.
Below, above the lakes of fire, surrounded by the moans of the tormented, sat Jesus Christ, who muttered, `` this is fucking bullshit''.
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[ WP ] Humanity is capable of living thousands of years , provided they can get past the larva stage , which ends at 150 years old .
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One hundred and fifty years of darkness. The cold wind rushing through the tunnel was the only hope the creature had and in many ways his only friend, though he had never spent a minute alone, at least as far as he could tell. From the minute he was born he had heard their screaming, their horrific howls bouncing around in the soft mushy form that in time hardened to bone, to a resemblance of a skull. Often he wondered what could possibly torment them so, the creatures that he knew so naturally, despite his lack of most sensory functions, to be of his own kind. It wasn ’ t until the end of the first forty years that the horrid realization came. He could feel the change inside him. The bones growing from the amorphous blob that constituted the innards of his slippery consciousness, or so he thought of it. He had had no real concept of the physical at first, his disability making it rather hard to perceive, and so he thought of himself as merely a being of some sort. Some thinking thing that was not alone, but could never communicate to others, though they screamed so desperately for him. He just wanted to reach out, to ease their pain, but he knew that he couldn ’ t. A knowledge worse than death. He could feel his mind degrading from it.
As twisted fate would have it his mouth began to emerge around the same time as his bodily “ teething ” began, so that his constant agony prevented any intelligible conversation. It was around this time that he began to hear the wind. It called to him. He knew it did, his mind told him so. At first he thought he was hallucinating, when those sweet sounds reached his ears like the spoken tongue of angels. He began to hear voices carried to him so gently, so lovingly, by his friend as his hearing grew better. He knew then that their were others. Some that could experience conversation, that felt no pain. And that ’ s when he first heard of the final stage. It had been passingly mentioned, as far as he could tell. Just a casual conversation from one of these others to the next.
“ Just listen to these poor bastards. It ’ s hard to believe we were once like this ” the first one said with a tone more mechanical and forced than truly sorrowful.
“ Don ’ t worry about it too much. They suffer for a hundred and fifty years and then they get their lives fill. An eternity to do whatever the hell they want. In the end it ’ s all worth it. Look at this poor little guy. ”
“ He looks a little worse off than the rest doesn ’ t he? ”
“ Nah, they get like that sometimes. He ’ s almost done. Just twenty more years and he ’ s good to go. ”
For the first time the creature felt happiness. They were talking to him. He knew it. Why else would the wind carry it so? His only friend, his new joy in this hell. And so he began to count. He garnered bits here and there from the men ’ s conversations. Apparently they were from those of the finished race, chosen to guard the larva stage until they were ready. Sometimes he could hear them, sometimes not, and he began to pick up that there was a pattern to it. They came at least once every “ day ” as they called it and apparently 365 of these would constitute a year, twenty more being all he had left as he often reflected. So he began to count them. Every time he heard their voices in between what seemed a rather long break he would add one to his day count. It was monotonous but he was grateful for it as the occasional difficulties it presented distracted him from his pain. The men obviously did not talk constantly and would sometimes leave for short periods, which he at first mistook for days but eventually realized that the inconsistencies in the timing ( far too large to ignore ) must mean that these short breaks were not the same. After all, what would be the point of a counting system in which the same unit could vary so much? So he had had to learn to distinguish the different breaks and make judgment calls on whether not it was in fact a day. This meant that at first he often had to go back and readjust his counting to account for his errors, which was occasionally rewarding ( such as the time he realized he had skipped two whole days worth which he gleefully added after the fact ) but usually heart wrenching ( such as the week which later proved only an exceptionally lazy day for his guards ), but eventually he had it worked out to the point that it required little thought, and he was sure he was accurate.
Unfortunately his satisfaction came with a price: the resurgence of his excruciating pain, as counting, now so simple, was no longer sufficiently distracting and his body ( as he had learned to call it ) seemed insistent on growing joints and hanging ribs designed only to torment him as they scraped against each other like living sandpaper. So, in an effort to distract himself once more, he dreamed of his new home. He had no idea what it would look like, no idea what anything looked like, yet he still dreamed of it. Primordial blobs of emotion floating through his mind like fireworks in the night sky. Everything he had ever wanted, an end to his pain, an end to the loneliness that permeated his soul given life in the most pure way, known only to those who have never seen. For forty long years he dreamed, and he slowly felt the smooth, hardened bone of his skull mold like putty and take on the features of a finished being. A jawl, a nose, and eye sockets wrapped in crusty tight lids. He knew that he was almost ready. He would know even if the numbers hadn ’ t told him so. The days passed faster and faster as he got closer to his forty year count. And yet he still couldn ’ t shake this feeling. Why hadn ’ t the pain stopped yet? Surely it should have stopped, or gotten better at least, but if anything it had only gotten worse. It was excruciating, but he tried to ignore it. He was almost there. Tomorrow was the final day. He knew what to expect. They would remember him specifically, and they would personally hold him as he left to the land where they immortals lived with each other in eternal joy. It would finally be over.
It was with much joy that he heard the familiar voices carried on the wind the next day, slowly making their way towards him, talking casually as always about the former days events in paradise. But this time it was different. The voices came closer than he had ever heard before. He knew what would happen next. He tried to open his eyes, but they were still shut tight. It didn ’ t matter. It was only a matter of time. The voices stopped. His heart began to race with anticipation. He couldn ’ t take it anymore, the day was here, any moment his eye lids would finally open and he would see the face of his own kind. He would finally be able to talk to someone, to share his experience with others who would understand. The voices began again.
“ I thought this one looked familiar. According to the chart he ’ s been been here for nearly two hundred years. ”
“ Shouldn ’ t he be out by now? Why is he still like that? ” The second voice replied in disgust.
“ Sometimes it happens Charlie. It ’ s a side-effect of the genetic engineering. We ’ re not sure what causes it, sometimes it just happens. ” The man seemed to shrug.
“ So what do we do with it? ”
“ Boys in the lab like to keep them in a special cell, nice and quiet, for study reasons. We can ’ t kill it but hopefully we can figure out how to stop it from happening to other ones. One day at least. ”
The two men slowly lifted him from his place on the floor and began to carry him to the room on the other side of the building. If he could have cried he would have, but he was just happy to feel another creature's touch.
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[ WP ] You have taken a new drug for the first time . With instant awareness , you realize your memories are now locked and you can not learn anything new . Your brain has been crypto-locked . You suddenly hear a quiet voice ... `` If you want your mind back , you 'll do what we say - instructions forthcoming '' .
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As the cute, blond nurse injects the needle into my arm at 15:34, in the Lambda Canyon research facility, I give him a playful smile once the immediate pain of the prick goes away. `` Sure is weird to be shootin' needles legally,'' I tease. Cool liquid squeezes into my blood, and my arm tingles.
He smiles sheepishly at me. `` I would imagine so, sir. We'll be observing from outside, shout if you need anything.'' He pulls out the needle and bandages the tiny hole.
`` Got it,'' I say as he unwraps the elastic wrap. `` Is it supposed to do anything bad, then? Side effect-wise, that is.''
`` No, it just affects memory. But we never know with these experiments.''
I nod, and he pats my shoulder. The coolness spreads through my arm as he walks behind me towards the door. My torso tingles and I swear I can feel the liquid seeping through every inch of my body.
And when it finally reaches my brain, I freeze. The clock ticks to 15:35:00. I know without knowing that my memories are n't being added to.
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Every second after is an instant after 15:35:00 to me. My mind races for an explanation as to why it's suddenly 15:36:23, but never finds one. I do n't think I've blacked out, but memories filter out of my mind at an astonishing pace. I do n't even remember moving my arms to here. It's all a blur, and now it's 15:40:39. I do n't remember a thing, though I know I've been conscious the whole time.
`` If you want your mind back, you'll do what we say - instructions forthcoming.''
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I blink, and open my mouth. But as soon as I do, I do n't recall why it's open. I hang there, mouth open, my brain trying to process what's going on, and I do n't even know why my mouth was closing as it seals shut.
`` Stand up.''
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I start to protest, but never do. I forget why I was about to protest, or rather, I never remember the reason in the first place. My mind no longer is adding new memories, I'm like a filled-out CD and it's infuriating.
`` Stand.''
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I do so. And as I stand there, I fail to understand why. The last thing in my memory is that I was being injected with a drug, and that cute nurse's butt on his way out-
`` Walk towards the door.''
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I take a step before stopping. Why is my foot out?
`` Step forward.''
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I do so before stopping. There's a voice that says to step forward. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again.
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I'm at the door, no recollection of getting there, hand on the knob.
`` What the fuck am I doing?'' I ask, but the question vanishes from my mind the moment I finish. I blink and look at the door, trying to figure out what I'm doing.
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I'm standing in a room I've never seen before, and there's a needle on the table.
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The needle's in my hand.
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I do n't remember when I injected myself with the needle in my arm, and I tear it out.
`` You have performed well. Thank you for your services.''
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As the cute, blond nurse injects the needle into my arm at 15:34, in the Lambda Canyon research facility, I give him a playful smile once the immediate pain of the prick goes away. `` Sure is weirdto be shootin' needles legally,'' I tease. Cool liquid squeezes into my blood and my arm tingles.
He smiles sheepishly at me. `` I would imagine so, sir. We'll be observing from outside, shout if you need anything.'' He pulls out the needle and bandages the tiny hole. I notice there's another three hole next to it.
`` Got it,'' I say as he unwraps the elastic wrap. `` Is it supposed to do anything bad then? Side effects-wise, that is.''
He just shakes his head. `` That's why we're testing.''
I nod and he pats my shoulder. The coolness spreads through my arm as he walks behind me towards the door. My torso tingles and I swear I can feel the liquid seeping through every inch of my body.
And when it finally reaches my brain, I freeze. I've done this before.
And then I forget.
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`` If you want your mind back, you'll do what we say - instructions forthcoming.''
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[ CW ] Choose a famous first sentence from fiction and write a story that goes in a different direction than the original work
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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
They had a perfectly normal family in a perfectly normal house where perfectly normal events happened every day. Sure, Harry was their nephew, but Mr. and Mrs. Dursley loved him as one of their own.
Harry ’ s parents were abusive and the Dursley ’ s fought for many years to get custody over him. This year, they finally became the legal guardians of Harry Potter, and they could not have been happier.
After the first night, Harry woke up in his large bedroom at the very top of the house. The room used to be an attic, but the Dursley ’ s cleaned it out spotless and transformed it into Harry ’ s room.
“ The suite on top of the stairs, ” his Aunt Petunia would laugh as she climbed up the narrow stairs to access the bedroom.
Today was Harry ’ s 11th birthday. He was going to spend the day with his new family and “ celebrate a proper birthday, ” Uncle Vernon announced the other night. Harry walked down to the kitchen to find a huge breakfast, balloons everywhere, and a huge pile of presents.
“ Happy birthday new brother! ” Dudley yelled from behind and gave Harry a huge hug. He shoved a nicely wrapped gift into Harry ’ s hands and ran away. Puzzled, Harry undid the bow and tore off the paper.
*Zzzzing thunk*.
Harry was hit in the middle of his forehead with a foam bullet. He looked down and saw the gift was a toy gun that shot out foam bullets. He laughed and ran after Dudley.
“ This is great, ” Harry thought, prepared to fire the toy gun. “ I ’ m going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer… ”
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[ TT ] After dwarves , elves , and men came _____ and they were quite unusual .
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Magic is dead. It has gone from the world as surely as the last man is gone, and with him the last shreds of knowledge that it once ever existed. For even in the time of man, when dwarfs were naught but a legend, and even in the time of dwarfs, when elves were but a myth, the belief in magic persisted. Throughout the reigns of all races, its echoing memory saturated the minds and hearts of mortal creatures, despite its last glimmering threads dimming in the time before time.
Until the Akeul came into existence. When one race meets its end, another is born from the ashes of its destruction. The Akeul were forged in the fires of man ’ s own demise, but unlike all the other races before, they were conceived unaware. Unaware of the countless histories that existed behind them. Unaware of the foundations that they were built upon. Unaware of even of their own pasts. For the Akeul only perceived the river of time from their place looking forward, they had no ability to look behind them as the water carried them steadily onward. No notion that they could even turn their head.
Some have said that a life dies twice. Once when it stops breathing, and a second time, a bit later on, when its name is spoken for the last time. So though the last gasping wisps were quelled long long ago, magic ’ s second death, its final one, is now.
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[ WP ] You live in a universe where you stop aging at 18 until you meet your soul mate so that you can grow old together .
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And there I was again, caught in a dream. Falling, falling into a dream. Dreaming always feels like falling; a sort of ego dissolution. Mind spinning in orbit, spitting out madness. Spinning, spinning. Or maybe I'm not dreaming. But can one be self aware within a dream? I do n't know. I never know. I'm definitely still dreaming. This must be a dream.
Or maybe I'm just insane. Life feels like a waking dream when obfuscated and torn apart by madness. Madness and mercy; self pity. Can dreams last this long? It's been years. It feels like I've never escaped adolescence. I must be mad, who thinks like this? My face looks the same. My body has n't aged. If there's some form of paradigm or lesson for me here, if my life is missing some form of facet to aid my ascension - I live in ignorance of it. Everyone else seems fine, looks fine, ages fine. The world looks, feels the same. But I feel like a stranger.
Maybe I am just insane. But people have been noticing. My friends look so much older now. Why does everything feel stale, nondescript, unless I'm talking with her. Any her. But it has to feel real. I write poetry, some form of destiny pulls my hand across the page. Alice is 19. I met her last night.
I want you /
And your world /
To wrap me /
In a swoon
She croons, smiles. I can see infinity in her eyes. My world closes in around me. I have n't told her my real age. I feel weird. This feels weird. I need to get out of my head, detach myself from thought. Focus on the moment. Never easy.
Long hair I swear.. /
Never too soon /
So just arrest me /
Until noon
Her eyes brighten. She looks at me differently. A feeling of belonging wells up inside me. Is this what serenity feels like? The world is made of language. - the God of Desire tells me in my dreams before he kills me with an arrow.
Beautiful eyes /
To antropomorphise /
We drift away /
Night becomes day
I awaken from the madness. She is beside me. Lust, longing and loneliness had scattered all the pieces of my life throughout my dreams. Mornings usually pervaded by thoughts of escape are replaced by exaltation.
Days used to recede, but now they accede into weeks, months, years. It's been a decade. I kiss her on the cheek. I age normally now. I still reflect on that time. That epoch of madness. What if she had never entered my life? Would I still be young?
Maybe I am mad.
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[ WP ] All your life , you have been able to tell the name of a person 's soulmate just by looking at them . Your parents ' names do n't match . One day , you meet the man who is the soulmate of your father .
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Son of a bitch this is awkward. I'd finally found a match for one of my parents. Since I was born I've had a weird ability to tell people the names of their soulmates. At first I just thought it to be something all people experienced but then I started to notice as I got older that certain times the two names matched up and they seemed to be couples that people wold often say had been `` destined'' for each other.
I'm in my late twenties now. When I was about fifteen I'd started to let people in on my talent and helped a few soulmates find one another. I tried not to ruin relationships by letting people know that they were n't soul mates which was the case with my parents. Their names did n't match up as soulmates. My moms soulmate was some guy named Dave Hodge. Dave Hodge and Kimberly Smith. That's the names I picked up when I thought about my moms soulmate.
For my dad it was some lady named Ashley Flint. He used to talk about her all the time which made it weird. Apparently he'd met her in college and they had been extremely close. He used to talk to me as `` just us guys'' about some of the more adult things they would do. He said it was the best time he'd had with another partner because it was so different. He never really explained that. Ashley got some big job off in Canada that came right after they had started to `` branch out'' as he put it and apparently my dad never heard from her again.
I did n't want to break it to my parents that they were n't soul mates. What kind of person ruins what seemed to be a perfectly good marriage? I just told them that when I though of their soulmates the names that came to me where each others and they seemed completely happy with that. They never asked or questioned it again except for the time my dad first told me of Ashley Flint and I kind of freaked. He asked what was up and I had to try and make up some shit about how I thought he'd said some other name and it sounded like a friend of mines mom or something. After that nothing.
Welp, here I am years later minding my own business when I meet this nice older man in a coffee shop. We had chatted while in line about a few things and had similar interests as far as sports and stuff goes. He told me he was back in town from a long time away. We talked until our coffees got made and we were about to part ways when he said `` You know you remind me of someone I used to know''. I was curious so I asked him who to which he replied `` An real close friend of mine from school named Charles. Charles Prescott.
In that moment I ca n't describe the feeling I got. There was a weight in my stomach, a spin in my head and I instantly got goose bumps and started to overheat. `` That's my dad'' I told the man in the least awkward way I could manage at the time. I awaited his response. He seemed to start to experience a similar awkwardness.
`` Oh well nice meeting you, tell your father I said hi for me please'' he muttered as he turned and walked away. Before he got out the door I managed to hear his soulmates name a little voice inside my head said `` Ashley Flint and Charles Prescott.''
My knees got weak and I felt sick. How could that be? What was happening. All these years my dad told me of this Ashley person and it was a he? Or was it. Was he a she at some point? So many questions. Had my dad lied to me? Did he have some kind of experimental phase in his life that turned out to be the best thing he'd ever experienced? I was disgusted. I felt betrayed. My own father all these years. I tried to think of other possibilities but I could n't shake the truth. My own father, the one who raised me to be the man I am today was bisexual and his soul mate was another dude.
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[ WP ] The protagonist suddenly discovers that he/she can stop time by holding his/her breath
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“ Ready? One, two, three, go! ”
I felt a hand shove me forward, a modest splash in the water. A few other kids laughed as the others jumped in. As I slowly opened my eyes underneath the water, I turned my gaze upward towards the others. There they were, suspended in the air, only a few inches from the surface of the water. Now, my mind didn ’ t really process this. At first, I was waiting for them to fall! But, eventually, my breath failed me, forcing me to resurface. As I quietly stared at the other kids mocking me, I hear the splash of water behind me.
“ Wow, seriously? Only three seconds?! ”
I didn ’ t really get it at the time, but their tone upset me so I decided to try again. And that time, I finally noticed. The frozen figures of kids greeted me as I dove. When I waved my hand in front of one ’ s face? No reaction. And so, being a kid, there was only one thing to do when you're surrounded by jerks. Removed the swimming shorts of a kid. Went in front of another and urinated. Moved a kid ’ s hand onto another ’ s butt. I recall the ensuring chaos to be hilarious, but I ca n't remember what really happened.
That day, I discovered the reason I couldn ’ t win any breath holding contests.
( First writing thing. I ’ m not too good at it, sorry. )
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[ WP ] A 13 year-old boy starts Trashportation , a trash business for his apartment complex .
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`` Trash boy, trash boy!'' they all shouted, laughing at me. Ms. White ( that's our teacher ) was telling them to leave me alone but I saw the smirk that briefly cracked her lips.
`` Hey trash boy, eat this!'' Bret, the school bully, ran over to me, lugging a big aluminum trashcan. Before I could run away, he hoisted the can and dumped trash all over me. I could feel that gross cafeteria spaghetti in my shoes, chewing gum stuck to my hair, a leftover sloppy joe hit me right in the face. I was a mess.
`` I'll show them, Mom,'' I said, on the ride home. Picking a piece of rice out of my ear and flicking it out the car window. The school janitor had hosed me down but obviously he could n't get everything.
That evening I went to mean old Mr. Farthing's apartment. Mr. Farthing's the apartment manager, and boy is he mean. But I'd had all I could take, and I was ready to make a deal with the devil.
`` What you want, boy,'' Mr. Farthing squinted down at me, his face all twisted and distorted behind those wire-rimmed spectacles. I stood my ground, refusing to quaver. `` What?'' he said, scowling at the contract. `` Why should I agree to this? We've already got that service. This price is outrageous. And also, you stink.''
`` Maybe if you sign it,'' I said, summoning up all my courage, `` I wo n't tell anyone how you've been fertilizing the garden!''
Next day, the minute I walked through the gate, they were at it again. `` Trash boy, trash boy, here comes the trash boy!''
And then my'assistants' appeared right behind me. `` Trashportation'' was the logo on their uniforms, a pair of professional hired goons is what they really were. Looking Bret right in the eye, I said: `` That's Trash Enterprises to you!'' My goons snatched him up and dumped him right into their trashbag.
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[ WP ] Someone who has despised Kanye West ends up in heaven only to find out that Kanye is in fact God
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Ringo finally slips away, the last of the 4 apostles of soul. It was a tough few final years - the tumultuous final tour with Paul, the slow creep of the warm-up act into a duet concert, cementing kanye as Jacksons successor and his replacement by a beat machine in the penultimate concert after expressing his concerns.
Dejected, he watched silent offscreen as Paul tumbled from the stage in a grasp for limelight from the Black Beatle during the final number - hey jude mashed with touch the sky.
Adoration turned to anger and a undulating sea of cell phone lights swaying in tune to an intense media glare. The funeral was mired by Kanye's attitude, a uncomfortable foil to an earlier incident.
A devoted lifelong McCartney fan, and a former teen star, whose short lived career a decade previously inspired a field day for the tabloids after the stabbing - She knew he was trouble.
Ringo now stands before God and sees Kanye as part of the holy trinity. He is not the man in front of him but unmistakably in the ether.
Yahweh asks him to vocalise his thoughts but does not speak. Ringo innately understands.
`` I guess I can understand it, you send your son down to earth to cleanse our sins, and the historical jesus was just a dry run? ``
God replies in a beautiful cadence that transcends song and poetry, that instantly crystallizes and contextualizes every critical point of Ringo's life on the first uttered syllable.
`` Sorry about that mate, I appear first, like, as the biggest fuckin gobshite you can think of to make sure you are right for here, like. Come'ead and lets go for a bevvie. ``
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[ WP ] For unexplainable reasons , Murphy 's Law apply to you 100 % of the time even in the smallest of deeds . You 've become the most meticulous being ever in existence to counter this . Explain your average day .
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In school, they always told you that smoking was bad. There was this air of... attraction, around it; the way that it seemed like an avenue to rebel against the system that had somehow always failed Marvin. It was n't that he wanted to smoke, but that he felt like it would be something worth trying, once - if only to experience it.
There was no way this could be a big deal, Marvin had told himself. One of his friends - Jack, was it? - had given smoking a shot, and after one puff, had put it down to never return. This always bothered Marvin. If it was so dangerous, so addictive, how could someone just put it down?
So he went to find out for himself. A friend had a pack, and was n't adverse to sharing one. Marvin lit up, and - well, it was fairly disgusting. He coughed and spat onto the gravel while his friend nearly doubled over with laughter.
He never thought much of it. It was n't like he had wanted to start smoking, it just felt like something that needed to be tried once. A test, perhaps, of his will, although it had taken *very* little to decide to never touch one again. Oh well.
Later, Marvin would blame that cigarette for sparking his curse. And it was truly a curse.
It all started the next morning, a Tuesday. The date would be a very important detail, as Marvin woke up very far past the time he normally would. A quick glance out the window showed the sun very high in the sky, and his phone revealed the time to be ten thirty-seven. Approximately three hours later than he had intended to wake up.
This wouldn ’ t do. Marvin spun around, grabbing a few pieces of clothing off the end of his bed. His backpack was down the hallway - needed to make sure he had his homework, couldn ’ t risk not graduating.
His toe struck the wall when he tried to dash out of his room. “ Shit! Ouch, ouch, that hurt. ”
“ Marvin, the hell I just hear you say? ”
*Damn, damn, dad was home today? *
“ Nothing, dad! ”
He turned to go down the hallway, and his father was there. It seemed that he ’ d just stepped out of the shower, and the wet hair only complimented his rugged look. Marvin cringed. He ’ d always been a disappointment, not taking after his father ’ s more athletic ways.
His father peered down at him. “ Marvin, tell me there ain ’ t no school today. Because there *better not* be any fucking school today. ”
Marvin shrugged. “ Uh… nothing important. Anyways, got ta go, pops! ”
“ Pops? *Pops? * ”
But Marvin was already racing out the door. And promptly face-planting on the concrete out front.
He ’ d almost bled out then and there, as three different ambulances all broke down on the way to pick him up. Thankfully, the fourth had taken extra caution, and he ’ d made it to the hospital with time to spare.
The prognosis had been rather dire. Several broken bones, blind in one eye, and he just *barely* missed being paralyzed from the waste down thanks to a very clever doctor.
Unfortunately, the other doctors hadn ’ t been quite so clever. No less than four types of medical apparatus had been left in his body, and it all transformed his hospital stay to be over three months long.
It was the first time he ’ d ever stayed in a hospital. It wouldn ’ t be his last.
One day after he was let out, a car careened onto the sidewalk and collided with the wall in front of him. It exploded seconds later - *not* something vehicles were supposed to do - and he suffered third degree burns. It only took two ambulances to get him to the hospital that time.
He decided to be more careful, after that. It was almost as if he ’ d become a magnet for bad luck, so he knew he *had* to be cautious, take several extra steps where others wouldn ’ t even recognize the possibility. Had to take extra precautions any time he went anywhere, which became far less frequent after he was released from the hospital.
Infrequent enough that he became a recluse.
A year later, and he was still sitting inside for most of the day. Going outside was almost always a disaster waiting to happen - robberies would always be in progress, car crashes occurring every few minutes, and birds falling dead out of the sky to land on his head. ( To be fair, that did save him some money on food bills ) So he just used his computer, surfing the internet and trying ( and failing ) to make a living off of programming, writing, and shitposting.
The seventh hospital visit ( for four minor ones had happened since he had been burned ) was a bit of a surprise. Carbon monoxide poisoning. He ’ d been asleep, and the alarm had only woken him after it had already dealt serious brain damage.
There, in the hospital, as they were running routine tests after stabilizing him, it was discovered he had lung cancer.
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[ WP ] Hell is based on the things you hate . You enter hell . You do n't actually hate anything .
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“ Finger. ”
“ Yes? ”
The demon flipped through the pages on the clipboard, grimaced slightly and went back to the cover page. “ Alex Finger? ”
I smiles and made a little wave. “ Present. ”
“ What the fuck kind of name is Finger? ” he sneered.
“ It was what my great grandfather was given at Ellis Island. ” I stared at the vast white nothingness that stretched out in all directions. The desk in front of me was a plain unstained pine and brushed steel number from Ikea. The demon was big and red. He crouched comically behind the desk, sitting as best he could on a three legged ergonomic chair that did not take into account demon physiology. He looked miserable.
“ What did it use to be? ” the demon asked.
“ Phalange. ” I cooed.
The demon closed his eyes and let out a small sigh. “ Alex *Finger*, ” he read from the clipboard, “ you are now dead and will forever more be interred in Hell. Do you wish to know why? ”
“ Sure. ”
He leveled his gaze at me. “ You're taking this rather cavalier. ”
“ I did n't know that was a sin. ” I sniffed.
He stared at me, searching for something. He gave up. “ You have been found guilty of living a life willfully devoid of the presence of god. You were an atheist from the age of 13. ”
“ Guess I was wrong, huh? ”
“ Right now I wish you weren't. ” he muttered. “ All other sins beyond that are thus moot and your sentence will be carried out forthwith. Am I bothering you? ”
“ Hmm? ” I had slumped in my chair and was looking under the desk at his hooves.
The demon tried to sit up and loom imposingly over me but the more he tried, the more his chair slid back away from the desk, causing him to flop back into it in an even more uncomfortable looking position. He ignored it. “ I said, am I bothering you? I would n't want to be putting you out. I'm sure you're rather busy. Perhaps I can come back later? ”
“ What? Oh, no. It's fine. Keep going. You're doing great. ”
He noiselessly snarled and flipped to another page on the clipboard. “ Due to the nature of your sin you are hereby sentenced to spend eternity in the presence of that which you hate. ”
“ Really? ” I perked up. “ How's that then? ”
He made a face that was a mix of incredulity and the smelling of a cat fart. “ You're not from the review board, are you? ”
“ Not that I know of. Is that a thing? I'm new to all this. ”
He visibly relaxed and promptly fell out of his chair. He hit the floor on his naked red ass and bounced back up to a standing position with a look of triumph and indignation that it seem he previously was not aware existed. I stifled a laugh.
He violently grabbed the chair, slammed it down into place behind the desk and sat in it with conviction. “ Now, I... ” he looked at his hands.
“ It's on the floor. ” I whispered.
He dove down and picked up the clipboard. “ Now the reason you're here is because there is a issue with your file. ”
“ Oh? ” I asked.
“ Oh. ” he said dryly. “ Someone apparently forgot to fill in what you hate. ”
“ Well that's because I do n't hate anything. ”
He twitched. “ I'm sorry? ”
“ Yeah, I was born with a rare brain dysfunction so I ca n't actually hate anything. Damnedest thing really. ”
“ Did Johnson from accounting send you down here? Is this a joke? ”
“ Not at all. ” I grinned. “ Nice bit of luck though, eh? I always thought there'd be nothing at the end. You know, last breath, ack!, and then worm food. But now I get to keep going and do n't even have to suffer. What a deal! ”
He slammed his greasy hand down on the unfinished pine, making an ear-ringing slap. “ Listen you half-witted little scrote, ” he bellowed, “ I've had about enough of your shit. You think this is easy dealing with the hard luck case sacks of vaginal drippings they send down here, sitting in a fucking Swedish torture device, staring into the infinite white nothingness day after day after day? ” He took a breath. “ And you come in here with your weaselly smirk and you la-Dee-da attitude like you'd been sent to the principles office for slapping the teachers ass saying'Oh, I have a condition! I ca n't hate because a unicorn shit sunshine and rainbows into my mums cunt before I was born.' ” He took another breath. “ Well I'm not having it fucko. You're going to sit there and stare at the nothingness until it freezes over you insufferable little tit! I'm done! ” He stood up, grabbed the chair with one hand and smashed it over the desk, shattering both into kindling. He then vanished with a horrible sucking sound like a giant sphincter inhaling a kiddie pool full of jello.
I sat in the nothingness for a moment and pushed a splintered piece of desk about with my shoe.
“ What an asshole. ” I said aloud. “ I hate that guy. ”
There was the sound of a giant sphincter expelling an entire kiddie pools worth of jello.
A very surprised looking demon was staring at me in horror.
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( WP ) Make me cry .
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Look at your burger. Look at how juicy it its. Watch the lettuce drip its condensation on the meat. Look at how the juice from the pickle runs down the veins of the meat and just kind of *congeals* in the bun.
You'' ve spent more time thinking about the juices of a burger than it took for someone to kill another person.
That's something to cry about.
When I was a kid, my dad always used to tell me, when I was crying, `` You want something to cry about? I'll give you something to cry about!'' Now, I never took him up on the offer, but I get the feeling that, even well into my twenties, the offer still stands.
You want to cry, though. That's my task. I could write something about how some guy or girl lost the love of their dreams, or how they died, or some other shit.
Or, I could write about something about life that people usually fail to realize and come up with some twist ending that will make you `` cry evry tim''.
The thing that should make you cry, is that you could be doing anything else right now, but you're stuck asking Reddit to help fulfill your fantasies.
You could be windsurfing, right now. You say you live in SoCal. Take a day off work. Go do it. Or maybe just bum around town and get a cup of coffee from every part of town. It really does n't matter what you do.
You want Reddit to fill some emotional need you have within yourself. Something has taken your sense of purpose from you, and you do n't know what it is.
Cry until you find out what that is. Maybe it'll stop baiting, but most likely, it will at least help you make better prompts.
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[ WP ] Three tough-as-nails bikers take a break at a hipster coffee shop . A gang of nerds enter and are about to confront a rivaling group . One of them comes over to the bikers saying `` You might want to leave before things get really ugly ''
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They call me John.
I'm the leader of the Sigma MC. I have two others with me. Scorch, and Slash. Or so they asked to be called. Newcomers. Always trying to be cool. Their real names are David and Franklin.
`` Dave,'' I beckoned. `` Runnin' low on fuel, where's the canister?''
David looked nervous. I swear if he forgot it...
`` It's... Uh...''
Do n't you fucking say it.
`` Not...''
No.
`` Here... sorry, boss''
David you son of a bitch.
`` You idiot! How could you forget the fuel?'' I yelled in frustration. I caught myself before I went on. I realized yelling would get us no where. The only visible building was a coffee shop. It was our only chance for directions to the next gas station.
`` We'll go in here.'' I informed them, pointing to the run-down café.
We entered the establishment.
Man was it disgusting. Brightly colored flowers were painted inside. A man with large red tinted glasses stood behind the register.
I turned to my comrades.
`` Let me do the talking. Got it?''
They nodded in agreement.
`` Hello, we need directions to the nearest gas station.'' I asked.
`` I'm not sure, but maybe if you bought something I'd remember.''
Damn, this guy was good.
`` I'll take a decaf latte.'' Franklin said.
Real manly choice bud.
`` That'll be 4.99.'' The hippy held out his hand. Franklin handed him a five.
It's gratifying to know they at least remembered their money.
`` The gas station is about a mile away. Down the road. You'll see it, man.''
Finally. We can get out of this hellhole. I started towards the door, but met myself in the presence of a small man with glasses. 5'4'' at most.
He wore a hoodie that said, `` L33T GAM3R''.
Okay.
`` You might wan na leave before things get ugly, pal.'' He said to me.
What.
`` I think I'll take my chances.''
This'll be good for a laugh, I thought.
I sat down at the table. I noticed two other men, about the same height as the first guy, follow him in. About five minutes later, three other men came in as well.
`` We meet again, Tarakosh.'' One of the new ones said.
`` Zanthar.'' The previous geek said.
Out of nowhere, the l33t one ripped off his hoodie to reveal armor.
What the fuck.
He screamed, `` For Babylon!'' And produced a sword. Running at the other group of geeks.
`` AUUGGGGHHH!'' The other ones cried.
I'm done.
`` Dave, Frank, we're leaving. Fuck this shit.''
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[ WP ] Two ancient armies prepare for battle , one army sends out a seven foot tall hulk as their champion ; the other army sends out a little girl to raucous applause .
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`` This is my challenge?! This puny child?'' The mighty warrior of the North peered down at the other warrior. The child was very young, and looked as if she rarely saw sunlight. She was holding a stuffed rabbit in one arm and a blanket in the other.
`` It's past my bedtime. Will you tell me a story?''
`` What madness is this?!'' The mighty warrior of the North bellowed. He unsheathed his sword and prepared himself. He was going to be swift. It was surely not the fault of the child that she had been drafted. Why make her suffer?
`` This is boring. Fighting is stupid.''
Fighting was hard work yes, but it was necessary. Better this duel than an all-out war.
`` You're ugly. Did your mommy drop you when you were born? Was she ugly too?''
Insulting his mother?! That was unacceptable. Never mind mercy. This brat would die and he would ensure that it was painful and take a long, long time.
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To be continued.
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[ WP ] You are part of a time-travel agency specifically tasked with protecting Hitler from assassins from the future .
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Not again! Frank from his office witnessed one of the 1000 holographic earth planets revolving around him go brown. Since joining the Secret Time Oversight Police, this had been quite the re-occurring problem.
The latest craze going around was traveling back in time to hunt trophy animals that used to exist but no longer do. Dinosaur's, dodos, cows... you name it. A fine past-time that Frank enjoyed himself... but some hunters were no longer content with bringing back trophy chickens to mount, but to really show off to friends wanted to kill and stuff former tyrants.
That's where things got complicated... and it was Frank's job to clean up the mess. He twisted the brown earth planet counter clock-wise until it turned blue again. With a shimmer, his office vanished and 20 century Germany took its place.
Frank looked at his watch... they should be arriving any second now. Directly in front of him two individuals materialized with their bell bottoms and flower shirts. Frank sympathized as this was an easy mistake he himself had made plenty of times. These earth centuries were so hard to tell apart!
As Frank slapped the handcuffs on both of these individuals they first protested and insisted they were just here to hunt wooly mammoths. Frank paused... but if this was true then why did his dead dictator alert go off? They had to be fibbing! Out of curiosity, Frank thumbed through his computer to see which dictator they had targeted... it appeared to be a Adolf Hitler. Ah yes...
Frank was feeling in a benevolent mood so before punishing these imbeciles he decided to show them what would have happened had they succeeded. With a twist of the planet, the scene changed and the imbeciles were dressing up a stuffed Hitler in preparation for a cocktail party. This was replaced by a vision of a massive political rally in ancient Germany. As the scenes unfolded, Frank explained to his captors that it did n't matter that Hitler was dead. The result was always the same... and he had tried a number of Hitler killing variations himself as an experiment! Germany time and time produced a militant nationalist movement in reaction to local communist movements, the sanctions from WW1 and the economic depression it faced. Scape goats ( Jews, socialist, slavs, handicapped, etc... ) were consistently targeted no matter the leader. Each Germany playing their victim card consistently attacked its neighbors and started WW2. Each nationalistic party thug who led Germany developed industrial sized jails to accommodate all the prisoners for the bevy of new laws they passed which consistently de-evolved into concentration camps as they became overcrowded.
But..as Frank continued looking at the prisoners. What made Hitler different was his military incompetence. Simply put he attacked the Soviet Union too early and did n't buy enough time for German scientist to develop the A-bomb. The allies would still develop their A-bombs and the results would be an all out nuclear war with virtually every other non-Hitler despot. Frank twisted the globe forward and showed how one great city after another disappeared under the mushroom clouds. Then ultimately nuclear winter kicked in which pretty much was game over.
After the scene finished, Frank was n't sure his prisoners understood... but that was ok. For now was his favorite part of the job... punishment! So where to send them back into time as prisoners where they could n't do any harm? He thought about sending them to live with the neanderthals but were n't sure if they were an important part of human evolution or not, so decided not to risk it. He looked at them... and their clothes and the perfect punishment occurred to him. He quickly removed their time transponders and twisted his own and they materialized into the year 1960. Frank checked his computer... it was Cuba. He let out a sigh of relief... this would be a perfect prison and no danger from nuclear war could come from this backwards country.
Frank patted himself on the back and proceeded back to the office feeling quite content with a good century's worth of work.
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[ WP ] Humanity has legalized dueling , however due to archaic laws your allowed to use any weapon as long as you can hold it . Write how well people take advantage of this during modern times .
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The crowd gathered on the patio as one of the staff led the two men down to the gun safe.
`` Such a masculine way to deal with disagreements'', opined Carly, painted nails darting over her tablet as she live tweeted, `` I may even write an article comparing rates of male and female participation''. Henry spoke up from where he was leaning on a nearby column, `` well quite young lady, women have always had other ways of dealing with these things, but men would much rather engage one another in a straightforward manner''. The honourable member for Clapham North was looking rather red-faced at this point, having spent over an hour in close proximity to the port decanter.
`` So your vote in favour was a vote for equality then Sir Henry? ``, Julian raised a laugh from the crowd with that one. `` You know damn well why I voted for it Parks! ``, Henry's volume was always directly proportional to his blood alcohol content. He continued, `` too many people not willing to put their name to what they'd said, offering their opinions but not backing them up. You ca n't put everyone with a phone and a wi-fi connection through a full libel trial can you? ``, he was starting to get out of breath at this point, `` too, too many of the buggers hiding behind, behind bloody eggs all the time''. The crowd looked away as he wheezed.
`` So what sparked him off?'' asked someone else. The general consensus that emerged was that the offended party had said something about a business deal. Insider trading had been mentioned, or possibly short selling. The two men finished polishing their chosen devices - both looked to be 18th century by my judge ( it is of note to any foreigners reading this that naturally the British of prohibiting ownership of modern firearms still remains. We are not savages after all, and it is for this reason that law has proven so effective on our island and has failed to work elsewhere ).
Of course, what none of us realised until the subsequent investigation was that, although the blunderbuss is indeed an antique weapon, the law as written made no substantial ruling on the type of ammunition. Henry was the first to respond to what we later learned was the aftermath of tungsten ball bearings coated in carbon fibre.
`` My god'', he said, backing up against a pillar, `` he's filled him full of... loopholes''.
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[ WP ] A seemingly normal prompt whose sentences when taken out of context sound ridiculous/outrageous .
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``... and so, Hitler did nothing wrong!'' I finished.
`` What?!?'' She looked at me in disgust.
`` I know, this guy was *crazy*! He kept insisting that Hitler was some sort of saint!''
`` That's pretty creepy,'' she said, laughing.
`` You do n't even know, I run into these guys all the time, it's like a curse,'' I continued. `` Like, one time this guy ran up to me and asked if I hated the gays, and of course I was like,'yeah'.''
`` Why would you say yes? Do you have anything against them?'' anger appeared in her eyes.
`` This way it would make for a more interesting story, and I was totally right,'' I clarified. `` He then went on this rant about how the gays were ruining the peace of the world and how I should join him in eradicating them off the face of the earth in the name of Jesus Christ.''
`` That's insane, how do you even meet that many crazies in your life?'' she asked. I laughed, as confidently as I could. I'd need that confidence for what I was about to do.
`` I do n't know, I must be a magnet for them,'' I said, rubbing the back of my head. She giggled, and then became serious. She looked me in the eye and drew breath to speak.
`` On that note, have you decided on whether to join?'' she asked.
`` Sorry, as much as I like leading the crazies on, I'm not going to go as far as actually joining Scientology for a joke. See ya.''
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[ PI ] Think of a historical event . Any of them , famous or not , war or peaceful . Got one ? Input dinosaurs .
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A chiseled, pale white face dawn in scarlet and madness lifted over an ice-frozen immobilized tank to witness, what seemed to be sea of exposed and volatile human flesh. His grayed blue eyes trembled at the sight, and his unrelenting hunger that plagued him just hours past slipped from mind, replaced by the need to vomit. The arm that had been flung forward in standard Nazi salute -- broken. The wind of Russian winter brisk swayed across the landscape, and his exposed skin prickling in response. `` It's so cold.'' he muttered into his torn military uniform, a foggy cloud escaping from its folds, as he refused to acknowledge what had just happened.
A field holding the apex of autumn green blundered in a snowy white glistening in the early morning dew was drenched in body parts of his comrades. He lifted himself up from the fallen tank that had nearly been his tomb before being knocked unconscious. The fight just waged was expended in mere minutes, yet stilled the tongue of over 20,000 of Hitler's finest. In the distance, was a large faded green mass of which was alien to him. Disregarding the death of his camp, friends, and respected superiors that lay before him, he limped through the sea of death to the green mass.
`` I am superior. I am just.'' He muttered over and over in his German tongue. `` Ich bin überlegene, ich bin nur, Ich bin überlegene, ich bin nur''. There is no possible way that his -- their superiority could be undermined. The Anglo Saxon body and mind could not be triumphed he circulated in his head. There was no possible way the rumors could be true of the eminent Russian super weapon -- able to destroy armies in second, and bring Germany to its knees. Russian technological advancement has revived animals of distant past. But that ca n't be true, German scientists would have developed it first. Even Führer dismissed them on all accounts. But there it lay gorged in bullet holes, amassing over 40 feet long and 8 tons -- Tyrannosaurus Rex, the well-deserved crowning king of reptiles. Blood frozen in drips from its carnivorous jaw had leftover scraps of what seemed to be an SS symbol -- and the partially chewed head of his former commander, eyes still open able to pierce the mind of the livid living.
Suddenly, the emotional and physiological functions re-mobilized and external stimuli clicked with internal consciousness. Full sensory reception returned, pain surged throughout his body as he looked down to see his battered body. Behind him, the blood-curling sound of typhoons. He made a movement to turn his head, but was halted by claws pierced deep into his shoulders. He looked down again as the ground escaped him and he rose hundreds of feet into the air. In shock and the inability to speak, he looked up and saw a reptilian bird mirroring the size of his tank fly him through the subzero atmosphere, `` the Russian super weapon'' he fumbled out, `` Mein führer, you have betrayed us.'' He lost consciousness once more for the final time.
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[ WP ] `` I 'm going to kill you , do n't laugh , honestly it 's like you think you have 9 lives , and if that 's true I 'll kill you all 9 times ''
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The first time, I created the world.
I created our world. I brought in so many furniture, I helped her move to my place. She had a lot of belongings, and the uncooperative workers were starting to get on my nerves. But I went through with it. Lucia had decided to move in with me. I was delighted, and stressed for a while, I had never lived with a woman outside of my close family. More importantly, I had always been wondering about... how it was like to live with someone as introverted. I was always the loner among my siblings, but I never felt bothered by anything. Knowing Lucia was as secluded, if not more, I had been looking forward to live with her, to understand her better, and understand social isolation from other people.
She told me it would only be'the two of us, for a long while'. I knew she was quite the romantic gal, she always spoke of this fantasy she had. She always wanted to... live on an island with her kindred... me. Metaphorical way of saying'I want to be yours forever' or not, I found the idea quite romantic, and was expecting quite a few things.
You see, you need to understand Lucia. She never had many friends, and her family always just put her on the side, for no real reason. Or maybe it was her glasses. I do n't know, I found her pretty cute if anything. I felt proud, at that, because people had always rejected her, but I... I was the first one to make proof of affection, and prove I cared. After 3 years of us'dating', I had finally convinced her that it was time. I had not expected of her to be so... open to the idea! She was radiant, on that night. Lucia had been... through a lot, you could say, and I wanted to be the one to calm her very being. I wanted to be responsible for once in my life, I wanted to live for something, for someone, for the sake of the future and whatever it held in store for *us*.
And little did I know.
The universe was always... mysterious, to Lucia. One would expect of all human beings to find themselves in complete disarray, facing the infinite landscape, but Lucia really... had a thing for that. She grew up in a dysfunctional family, and would find shelter in looking at the stars. Good thing I had a nice view in my bedroom, heh, I truly was looking forward to cuddling under the stars.
After a few days of the transition, Lucia had taken the habit of standing outside, during the evening, her expression depicted a children's admiring glare at what we call infinity. I had thought of bringing a few drinks, keep her company, you know? Upon coming out of *our* house, she falls down. I rush at her, blood sprinting through my veins, in a complete state of panic. Once I lifted her up, her face was... empty. Literally empty. I felt myself being sucked in an abyss of nothingness.
Planets, stars, all start rolling back into nothingness. Galaxies merging, infinity condensing into a small ball of light, then a voice is heard: *'TGHIL EB EREHT TEL'*.... what?
I open my eyes after what seems to be an eternity of sleep. Was it... a dream? I find myself sitting in a throne of ice, with heavy armor, and a tome between my hands. I lift it up, only to see'Genesis' on the cover. Upon opening the first few pages, I recognize a familiar handwriting... *my* handwriting. What... is going on? Is this... a dream?
*Hail. *
A voice echoes through the... place. The room that surrounds me looks harmonious enough with all the pillars and columns, but as peaceful as it is, its emptiness gives off a feeling of... fear. What a joke. I stand up, unaware of why or even how with my heavy clothing.
**WHO DARES ENTER MY LAIR**, I scream.
My vision is obstructed by an orb of light, emerging out of the nothingness. Is this... a nightmare?
*Your reign ends here,'King'. You will be chased from your land. *
This voice...! It's the voice from my dream! Lucia!
**FLATTERING YOURSELF IN THE LORD'S DOMAIN IS HERESY, PHOSPHORUS**, I grumble.
*What domain? I will bring you down. I will kill you, over, and over again. I will bring wrath and destruction to all you create, as I have in the past. Die, petty'King'. *
**HAHAHA, SUCH PRETE-**, as my voice is interrupted once again, I find myself in a realm of... darkness, nothingness surrounds my very being.
I open my hand... good, I can think clearly now. I remember who I am. I remember the book I'm holding. I wrote it, after all.
I hope they do well with it, this time.
**LET THERE BE LIGHT**
The second time, I created a new world. And the third, and the fourth, and the thousandth. World, **BE BORN ANEW**
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[ WP ] Write a story about a father and son . Make me cry .
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My passion for creativity started when I was four, with a box of Lego.
Memories of christmas as a lad
spent making the latest Star Wars spaceship with my dad
Are some of the best I've ever had.
It inspired my career goals to veer
from inventor to architect to engineer.
My mum pointed out that witout a doubt
english and history were my favourite classes
but I drowned those words out and chose
The Suicide Six.
Two top maths, physics and chem, with a helping
of English and History on the side.
Guess what my best marks were in my finals? My pride
blinded me to these early warnings and I dove into uni
failed the same math class twice, sought out my tutors advice
and eighteen months in, I switched to Architecture.
Try and make that rhyme.
Despite everything I knew, everything I was told,
I did n't work out math and science were the wrong mold
for a right-side peg going into a left-sided hole.
I was a good kid when I was younger.
Did n't drink, did n't smoke or go home with a cold.
Neither did I ever really get into sport.
It was too hot, to cold, too tiring and too late
I was too old. I'd missed the boat, could n't hang with the cool kids
so I read books, played chess and Sim City
I hung with the girls, a pearl of wisdom:
guys get shitty when nerds hang with pretty girls
And soon the pretty girls wise up and keep their distance too.
So I was left with my books and my games.
Funny how the kids who have the least reason to smile become the funny ones.
Humour and wit become your shield and your sword in the playground.
Girls always say that humour is the most attractive quality in a man,
I'm not sure if I believe that's all they perceive,
Perhaps its because the bullies do n't learn humour beyond snide jokes and put downs
How as they grew, their cronies smirks became frowns and they leave without a sound,
Karma.
Lets see, creative, funny, smart,
If I was handsome, I'd leave a trail of broken hearts
as I walk down the street. Did I mention I'm humble?
As I said, humour is my shield and sword
because there's a part of me I've always abhored
that's terrified that if my friends get bored
then they'll leave.
That part of me comes out on dark days,
each time finding creative new ways
to drive me into a craze
of self-loathing, self-pity and selfishness.
Why did n't dad ever come to my first days of sport?
Why did we argue over things of little import?
Why was it that whenever I sought strength from him
all it brought was yelling and tears.
An invisible storm of depression and wine
invisible only to these childish eyes of mine
as my father was poisoned by fruits of the vine
and his own self-loathing, self-pity and selfishness.
The thought that this fruit will not fall far from the tree
is the epitome of terror for me.
That my wife will tell her child
that she has n't loved her husband in ten years
Compared to that, the bullying seems mild
against a life brought low by a six-pack of beers.
It was a quiet sunday morning, I remember
hearing the crunch of tires in the yard.
mum gets out, demands why I have n't answered my phone
dad's in a coma, fell over and hit his head hard.
Sickness and a knot in my gut
The day flew by, emotions kept shut
as I watched my mum cry.
Sometimes, growing up can be slow
That day, I watched my inner child die.
A taxi hits a friend. Another's dad, cancer.
Both die, dad survives. I ask myself why.
Now I look at this feeble, sorry man
and see nothing.
If this was a story, there'd be a happy ending
But life has n't finished, hearts are still mending.
My friends say that I'm strong,
but really, all along
I have relied on their patience, their time.
Without them, I would simply be
A rotting apple beneath a broken tree.
writing verses far darker than Seussian rhyme.
I hope that explaining where I am from
gives those around me some idea of how long
I have waited for friends like these.
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[ EU ] Give me the life of a simple fiend or raider in Fallout .
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His hands shook violently. He had to force himself to keep still. He kept his mind on other things, but everyday he ran out of more things to think about. He had trouble even remembering his name now. He kept fidgeting. Checked his rifle. Was it loaded? Yeah, yeah it was loaded, good, good. Still had his ammo? Good, good. Sometime the pouch slung around his waist would come loose when he ran but no it was fine now, good, good.
Jessie whistled. He shot his gaze over to her side of the canyon. It took him a moment to find her. She was filthy and so was her armour ( well, if you could call it armour it was just pieces of leather and ammo bandoliers strapped together ) but he caught sight of her dirty blonde mouhawx among the jagged, grey rocks. She pointed down the canyon, to his right. Something was coming. Coming from the east. Yes, yes. He peeked out from behind his boulder and frantically scanned for movement. Nothing. Nothing... what was she blind or stupid.. or was she trying to trick-
Movement. About a hundred yards away. Yes, yes movement. He spotted a Brahmin. He had to control himself. He was bursting with excitement. Supplies, loads of supplies. Yes, yes. How many others?
...
Just the one trader, armed with a rifle. And three other mercs escorting him. This was perfect. Perfect. There were five of them but only four of them. And he had the drop on them. Perfect. But he had to wait for Jessie's signal. Wait for Jessie.
The moments passed so slowly. Agonisingly slow. His hands shook again. It had been *so* long, when were they going to-
He saw Jessie's hand wave. He glanced over at Johnny but he had already started to creep down the hill, shotgun at the ready. The traders and his mercs were directly below them now. He emerged from behind his rock and carefully moved down the rocky precipice. He felt terrible. so queasy. Was it because he had to kill these men? Or was it-
Rocks. A cascade of rocks tumbled down from Jessie's side of the canyon. Someone had slipped. The mercs turned and raised their guns, spotting Jessie and the others. They all started shooting. Johnny was down there in seconds, right at their backs. They had no idea. Johnny pumped the nearest two full of buck, then pulled out his cleaver and launched himself at the trader, roaring as he hacked the man apart.
A familiar red mist descended as he ( what was his name, *why could n't he remember his fucking name! * ) aimed down his rifle's sights at the merc turning to face him. He pulled the trigger and emptied the whole clip at the merc. Only a few shots hit him but it was enough to drop him. The young raider reloaded and ran down the rocks towards the action, firing as he went.
Jessie was dead, her skull caved in by the remaining merc. He peppered the last, wounded merc with rounds and watched his brains splatter over the rocks. He looked around. He was only one left.
He shakily made his way over to the now-dead Brahmin. He was just a few feet away, where was the pack, which pack was it in-
He got knocked back, reeling from the sudden force that hit him. He looked down. A small red spot in his bare stomach quickly turned into a heavy flow of blood. He clutched at it, not feeling anything. He looked up and saw a merc pointing a big, heavy revolver at him. He walked towards him. The gun flashed. Knocked back again. This time, he felt it hit his chest. Hard. Gasping for air, the raider threw himself at the wounded merc. He landed on top of him and grabbed his throat. He spat and roared and he held the man down and squeezed the life out of him. He squeezed and squeezed until the man's legs stopped kicking and his eyes rolled back.
He rolled over and crawled towards the Brahmin. Not far. Not far. Still time. He opened one of the leather pounches and rummaged around inside. He pricked his hand on something. Grabbed it. Took it out. The syringe was completely full. He sputtered a sigh of relief and laughed. Laughed as deeply as his punctured lungs would let him. He slumped against the Brahmin, jammed the needle in his arm and pushed down on the plunger.
Ecstasy flowed through him from his left arm. Suddenly the bullet holes were gone, as were the rags he had been wearing for months. And he was n't slumped against a dead Brahmin staring at blood, bodies and rocks. He was sat next to his dad on the back porch. He could smell his mom's cooking. He gazed out over the meadows and as his eyes closed, he remembered.
Adam.
His name was Adam.
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[ WP ] The child meets your eyes and says , '' You need somebody killed , do n't you ? I can do that for you , if you can afford it . ''
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The child meets your eyes and says,'' You need somebody killed, do n't you? I can do that for you, if you can afford it.''
Taken aback, I look at him, slightly horrified. He's not wrong, I was looking for somebody to take care of my boss.
`` U-umm, no, I'm good'' I said, looking around nervously, biting my lip.
`` It's fine, we've done this before.'' He says to me.
`` We?'' I ask, before feeling something poke against my lower back. `` Wait, wait, this is just a game, right?'' I slowly look behind me, and see a slightly older girl with a.22 pistol pressed up against my back.
`` Follow us.'' She says quietly. `` Hold our hands, make it look like we're your kids''
With no choice, I do as I'm told, and they lead me into an apartment that does n't look too good. When we go into their room, it looks horrible, just like you would expect two people living off the street to live. However, this was n't the end of it. She then opens up a hidden door, leading into a much nicer place. Looking around, I can see lots of toys, computers, video games, lots of kids things.
`` How can you afford all this?'' I ask
The boy gives me a grin, `` We're professionals''. This boy, no older than 13, lives in a place that looks as expensive as *my* house.
`` So... You were n't kidding?'' I inquire, thinking maybe it's a trap or something
The girl shakes her head as she comes back into the room with a milkshake.
`` M-my... My boss.'' I spit it out. He's going to fire me, I know it, so even if this is a trap, I have to take the chance. If I ca n't afford to live in a nice place, I doubt my wife will stay. And if she leaves, she'll take the kids... No, I ca n't let that happen. `` I'm sure he's going to fire me, I need you to make sure he ca n't do that. But, do n't make it look like he was the target, or look like he was murdered, or anything like that.''
`` You all say the same thing.'' The boy notes aloud, studying me. `` How much can you pay?''
We go back and forth with the numbers, until we reach an agreement.
`` Have a nice day, and do n't forget our money.'' The girl says, leading me back outside, before closing the hidden door.
Who would think a kid would kill somebody?
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[ WP ] You just got a used car , and while cleaning it find an out-of-place button . Upon pressing it , a voice says , `` Welcome back , Agent Five . ''
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A grey Camry, nothing fancy. It was n't eyecatching, it was just a dull grey; but its familiar gearbox and wheel would keep me going. It would do.
I gently run my finger along the dash, picking up not a speck of dust. A grin works its way to my lips. Every cloud has its silver lining, after all. This baby might not be the Lexus I had my eye on last year, but the interior was easily one of the sexiest I'd ever seen.
My new income does n't leave much dough to use on cars. I barely had enough for this little guy, but ended up buying it spur-of-the-moment. It was either this one, or a Corolla that would have cost as much to fix as to purchase. Hell, it was no choice at all. That Corolla was falling apart.
But this little Camry - maybe it was n't such a bad deal after all. The previous owner may not have cared about the outside, but if the inside was anything to go by, quality was no small concern. The heady scent of oiled leather and pine; the dull shine of polished panels and the luxury of tinted windows.
Heck, there was n't much to clean at all. I adjust the seat to give myself a bit more room, bending forward to try and reach the pedals. It takes some maneuvering before I'm able to wipe them with my chamois. I'm struggling to get the corner dirt when I hear a click.
The car lurches forward and I hit my head. Before I'm even able to straighten myself the glovebox disappears into a cavity and a glistening new panel takes its place.
`` Welcome back, Agent Five,'' a female voice says, before my mind can even catch up, the panel lighting up.
`` I-'' I stutter, `` I'm not Agent Five!''
Who is Agent Five?
`` Agent Five, you can not abandon your mission.''
I desperately paw at the panel, trying to find some setting that will explain the situation.
Ammunition, Weapons, Intelligence.... Data? I swipe madly, trying to find some reason.
The virtual assistant goes silent.
A box renders on the glass panel. It's the profile of Jake, one of my friends. Did he used to own this car? I swipe through a few more boxes, trying to find some information. My seat jerks backwards and I hear a beep as the doors lock themselves.
`` Hey!'' I yell, yanking on the handle to no avail. `` Hey!''
I kick at the door, punch the panel. Nothing budges.
I catch one last glimpse of the display before it winks off.
Target: Daniel McAvoy
Age: 24
Height: 189cm
It had an incredibly detailed full body mockup. The birthmark on the breastbone, the mole behind the ear. It even had a short bio.
I did n't need to read it.
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[ WP ] Ten years ago we found out how to communicate with a parrallel universe . Since then we have been exchanging information to benefit both worlds . The last message was received three days ago and it read , `` They are here . Help . ''
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January 5th, 2005 will be remembered as a day to go down in history. Though the efforts of some brilliant scientists on both sides of what is now known as The Rift, we discovered how to communicate though dimensions. We managed to secure contact with some fellow beings on the other side, and managed to put together new discoveries with the
help of our parallel selves.
We found out they too, were humanoid, but instead of being carbon based lifeforms, they were more silicone based. It made our lead scientists puzzled, much like theirs no doubt, but they tried their best to put our differences aside, and help the two humanoid species evolve together.
January 2nd, 2015 will also be remembered as a red letter day, the day we found out how to travel between dimensions with the help of our other selves. We opened The Rift for the first time, and attempted to go though. I say attempted, as when we opened The Rift, attempting to transverse it, we received a message from them. It simply read `` They are here. Help'', and The Rift machine shut down. Since that message three days ago, we have been attempting non-stop contact with them.
They have n't replied once since then. We debated about re-opening The Rift, allowing our scientists into their world, but the military informed us that if we reopened The Rift, they would be the only ones though, as they would be the best equipped, they argued. The scientists countered by mentioning that they only knew best how to handle the twists of reality.
In the end, a probe made it across The Rift and all it could find was silica. Theories raged for months, but no one could figure out how it happened. How oxygen ravaged a world based in silicone.
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[ WP ] `` Just like old times , huh ? ''
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Bullets ping and shatter the instacrete as I dump myself behind a wall for cover. Heavy rain floods the roof top. My kit is is sarurated, long coat is weighing me down. The rain is hot tonight. Hot and humid, it has n't stopped raining in this empty city for 30 days. I thought it would have washed out some of the filth.
My knee hurts. Hell my whole body hurts.
`` Just like old times!''
Fuck you Rusko.
I will myself back to my feet, check the slug read out on my Hillens subcompact. 23 rounds.
`` Come out and pla-''
Bratatatatattt!
I burp out half a mag to shut the giant up.
`` You're losing your touch in your old age, Alex!''
Old times, new tech. This should do the trick, d39 progecting unit. Fancy name for decoy. I light it up. I run right, it shows me running left.
Bapapap!
It worked. Rusko never was bright. He quickly corrects. My feet are heavy, knee feels like its going to explode. I'm not moving fast enough.
Bapapapapa!
Instacrete explodes behind me, rubber liner tears under my feet. I'm running wide to his flank. My lungs burn. Flames lick my dry throat with every breath.
Bapapaslap!
It's like a super heated iron malet has crashed into my rips. Bones crack, blood splatters across the roof. I stumple and slide behind a furnace vent.
`` Come on, die with some dignity! ``
Bapapap!
I do n't think he knows the meaning of humble. I hear him step by step get closer. The city is quiet, so very quiet. Each step is like thunder with the steady downpour.
Bap!
Bap!
His taunting is so childish. I have been clenching my ribs. I pull my hand away. Pink blood. It punctured my lung.
New tech.
The metallic liquid burns as it seeps into my wound, nanites stiching away. I toss the vile to the side.
Bap
Bap
He's circling around. I brace myself in a lose sprinters stance. Rusko crests into view and I'm already at full speed.
Bap!
The slug goes wide in his confusion. I slam into him hard, he's pinned against the roofs ledge. I pull out my Hillens, ram it into the behemoths chest.
Ratatatatat!
His chest comes apart. He tilts back and plummets 79 stories.
1 down, 7 to go.
Just like old times.
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[ WP ] Write a poem , only to end it with `` Was tentacles all along . ''
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A beat of two hearts, in the moonlit dark.
Half past midnight in the pond by the park.
Two lovers entwined by romantic suggestion.
They stripped and they swam in the moonlight's reflection.
He submerged and then vanished, then appeared with a splash.
Laughing and screaming she began to splash back.
When she turned to look, she noticed him missing.
Then a touch on her back that felt like him kissing.
A cold wet kiss with powerful suction.
A moment of dread and her heart began rushing.
There was no escape, from her fate to befall.
The boy was a ruse, was tentacles all along.
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[ WP ] You 're in the process of taking a broken modem back to the store when you 're struck by lightning . When you wake up you find you can access the Internet with your mind , the only problem is it 's spotty and disconnects constantly .
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You always hated Xendicolor, their routers were the worst ones money could buy outside of countries ending in -stan. But what can you do? You were *offline* and just needed something to do PPPoE until you can order a router which fits 1st world standards. Xendicolor's cheap. Sure, it's crappy, but it's also cheap, so that's a big plus, considering just how broke you are. You set the thing up and connect it. Gawd, why is every single setting the exact opposite of how a sane person would configure a router? After what seems like an eternity and at least one new head-shaped dent in your mouse pad, it establishes the PPPoE connection. Yay! You run a few diagnostics to see just how bad this Xendicolor device ruins the connection. A colorful stream of expletives flies through your apartment: 40 % packet loss. That's a 4 followed by a 0! That's almost every second package not being received. That's bad even for Xendicolor. You know that it's not the line. The line worked yesterday and today, well, before you accidentally stepped on your router. Urgh! You do not want to go to [ NotReallyAn ] Expert again to get it returned. The store is a nightmare for an antisocial git like you. And the weather looks, well, you open the curtains a bit, shite. Rain, thunder, and it looked like lightning flashes. You look outside, then consider another evening offline, then look outside again. `` Do it for League of Legends!'' you mumble. Just as you want to disconnect the Xendicolor piece of shit, you hear a loud bang. Then everything goes black.
`` TIMEOUT WAITING FOR PADO PACKAGES!'' You wake up. The place is a mess. Well, more than usual. The window is broken. The light is off. Your *computer* is off. This has n't happened in the last 5 years, because you do n't live in a country that ends with -stan and a power cut is the only reason for your computer to be off. You curse.
`` Connection established'' a voice exclaims. You look around for an origin of it but can not find anything. You groan.'That's something for reddit's /r/nosleep', you groan to yourself. That is when you see the page of that subreddit in front of your mental eye. This can not be! You must be hallucinating! But can hallucinations provide OC? You doubt it. You never were a writer and there are several new stories. At least you assume so, the connection drops twice before you can read all the new stories. You look at the remains of the router, then at the mental picture, then back at the router. `` Why the fuck did it have to be a Xendicolor router?!''
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[ WP ] You have a near-death experience that reveals you have a Guardian Angel protecting you ... And you have the hots for her . You continue putting your life in danger in order to spend more time with her .
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I'm thrown up in the air by the IED. Again. She catches me and puts me on the ground. Again. This time, she looks angry.
`` Alex. You just go looking for trouble so you can see me. You can not keep doing this, you're going to put yourself in a situation where I ca n't protect you,'' she scolds me.
`` So what? I'm doing it for love. Love conquers all! That's one of the things Shakespeare taught me!'' I reply. Her face shows surprise and elation for a fleeting second before she goes back to fury.
`` You've been doing this for a year now Alex,'' she states.
`` And I have n't seen you give me an ultimatum!'' I reply. Her face registers pain as she fades away.
The images of the last twelve hours replay themselves in my mind: I slide into cover as the militants walk through and search the village. I move to change cover when gunshots and screams are heard.
`` Team two. Do you have eyes on?'' I ask in a low tone over the radio.
`` Affirmative. Working on an extraction plan for you now,'' the intelligence officer replies.
`` Can you save anyone from the village?'' I ask. A long silence follows.
`` No sir,'' he responds. My mind returns to the present. I'm distraught, hopeless, and out of options. I look at the vista in front of me. The sunset over the valley. The base is just behind me.
`` I'm sorry,'' I whisper as I look down at the sidearm in my lap. I raise the weapon to my head and pull the trigger. Nothing happens. Of course nothing happens, because she's here. Safety clicked on in the nick of time. The exact moment she was needed. Like always.
`` Why?'' she asks me softly as she gently takes the weapon from my hand and sets it on the ground in front of me.
`` You know why,'' I state, `` Sam's gone home. Liam and Alan got out. Mattock went the private security route. And then I became the leader. I have seen friends, and proteges and comrades broken, warped, twisted, killed. I need something to change this.''
`` Alex,'' she says, `` I love you. You know I do. I broke the rules to appear to you the first time. I was n't supposed to do that, but I did. Because you needed something. Everything you've done lately has been for me. But I ca n't let you do this for me.''
`` Audrey,'' I reply, tears blurring my vision as I pick up the weapon again, `` I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for me.'' The world goes white as I pull the trigger.
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[ WP ] You attend a high school where whoever does the worst on their end-of-year exams is brutally murdered .
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They rolled me out strapped to a gurney, and brought me in front of a large crowd of spectators. They had all gathered in the middle of town, and were flooding the streets.
I was rolled onto a stage in front of the entire population of the city. Or so it seemed.
Their chants were stereotypical, and quite unimaginative. `` Kill the flunkie! ``, many people yelled. `` Burn him alive!'' I heard in an alarmingly young voice, with a searing hatred that almost brought me to tears.
`` Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Welcome, to the 217th annual Burning of the Flunkie!'' The crowd roared in approval, excited to hear the familiar voice of Principal Buckley, the man responsible for this whole event. `` This year, we have a *bad apple* up for sacrifice. Can you believe he failed every, single, class? Tsk, tsk, well have to get extra bloody this year, just to remove this stain from our establishment.'' The man's childish demeanor made me want to explode, but there was nothing I could say. They had tied a rag around my mouth before the event bagan.
`` Alright folks, you know how it works. You all receive a voting card. But first, allow me to read you the choices. Oh goody!'' I looked forward to seeing how creative they got with choice C. You see, this is how they did it. Choice A and B were pretty generic, and as such, were never voted for. Choice C had won almost every year since the beginning of the event, and things would n't be changing any time soon.
`` Alright folks. Choice A: the Flunkie will be shot in the forehead, and killed instantly.'' The crowd did n't seem to like choice A, and booed for a solid 45 seconds, almost causing a riot. After the group calmed down, the Principal cleared his throat to garner the attention of his cobstituents. `` Thought so. Choice B: the Flunkie will be nailed to a cross and adhered to it with melted tires.'' There was silence for a moment, until it was broken by an Italian man well known for his complaining. `` Wad n't'at choice C last year?'' he asked snarkily. The whole crowd booed in agreement, as Principal Buckley predicted. `` Alright everyone, lend me your ear. I shall now present to you, choice C!'' The crowd acted as a single, large creature, yelling and cheering in anticipation. `` Drumroll, please'' said Principal Buckley, giving a demeaning glance down at me, still strapped down. `` Choice C: the Flunkie will be dragged behind a horse through town, for hours upon hours, until the skin and flesh has been worn from his body. He will then be tied up by his arms and legs, and beaten with chains until his demise.'' The crowd let out a roar loud enough to be heard by neighboring cities, as I'm sure it was.
I was really hoping Glenn and Bill had put everything together as planned.
I was rolled off of the stage, but not without seeing Bill on top of the courthouse, on the oppsite end of the street. I hoped his aim was true, because he only had one shot to hit Principal Buckley. I closed my eyes for what seemed like hours, waiting for the shot to ring out. It never came.
Buckley walked over to me, and put his face directly in mine. `` You, young man, are a disgrace. You terrible, **little**, ***CRETIN!!! *** Just when I thought he would continue to yell at me, I heard it. The shot rang out. Buckley's head exploded like a watermelon, spreading him all over town square. He laid down, finally for the last time.
Out of nowhere, Glenn ran out with a box-cutter. He cut my bounds, and removed the scarf covering my mouth.
`` Jesus Christ, it took you guys long enough.'' I said irately.
`` No time to talk, run. RUN.''
Glenn and I took our planned escape route through an alleyway, being chased by an angry mob of crowd members the entire way. We got into the escape car, which was an old beat up van, and hauled ass to the courthouse. We got Bill at the front door, barely escaping the police officers chasing him out of the building.
After that, we all three left the country. We paid some guys to smuggle us to Mexico, and have lived here for 25 years now. Tye school went out of business shortly after the whole assassination debacle, and now I'm here, raising you.
`` Was that a true story daddy?''
`` Yes it was dear. Come to think of it, I should have censored a couple parts there.''
`` Night dad.''
`` Night, sweetie. l'll get ya up bright and early for school tomorrow. So you can keep getting those good grades you get. Sweet dreams, now.''
Post script: I'll recognize that my writing got really lazy towards the end. It's 2 am, and I am become sleep, the destroyer of beds.
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[ EU ] Instead of telling the truth , Darth Vader convinces Luke Skywalker that Obi-Wan killed his father .
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Luke grasped the pillar with his one good hand, desperately thinking through anything he could to find a way to defeat Vader.
It was then that Vader spoke,
`` Join me, and together, we can rule the galaxy.''
Luke's response was instant, almost cutting Vader's sentence,
`` I'll never join you! You killed my father!''
At this, Vader stood erect, his voice even and his breathing device letting out the familiar `` pah'' sound as he exhaled slightly to explain.
`` No Luke. It was not I who murdered your father, it was your master, Obi-Wan-Kenobi.''
Luke shook his head defiantly.
`` No he did n't. There's no way. Obi-Wan would never do anything like that. He trained me! He took me in like-''
`` His own son?'' Vader finished Luke's sentence for him, causing Luke's facial expression to change slightly.
`` W-What?''
`` Do you not understand, yet, Luke?'' Vader's voice was still calm. Was he being patient? Luke was taken aback as he fought to understand what was going on.
`` Luke, Obi-Wan was my master too. I was trained by him far longer than he trained you.''
Luke's hand gripped tighter onto the small tube that was preventing his fall to oblivion.
`` You're lying. You're a member of the Sith. I know you're just trying to get into my head!'' Luke's voice was shaking. He could n't help it. Things were just spinning wildly out of control. First the fight, then his hand, and now this shocking revelation? It was almost too much for him.
Vader pointed to Luke, his helmet gleaming under the light.
`` You have known all along that it would come down to this. Why would your master go through such an effort to convince you I was the killer?''
Luke felt tears welling up in his eyes. He had nothing to say.
`` You're still too naive to understand. Do you honestly think that a Sith Lord would have you believe that he is one?''
Luke shook his head. `` Stop it!''
`` Did you really believe that Obi-Wan was who he said he was?''
`` You killed him! If you're so strong then... Then why would he need me?!'' Luke's final desperate attempt to quell Vader's lies was futile. Vader knew that within a few moments, Luke would accept the idea.
`` Obi-Wan knew he would perish. He trained you to defeat me so as to keep his plans in motion.''
Luke squeezed his eyes shut. He could n't take it anymore.
`` Luke, Obi-Wan killed your father.''
`` NNNNOOOOOOO!'' Luke screamed as he pressed his face against the small metal pole that served as his lifeline.
`` Yes, Luke. Now, come with me, and we will right these wrongs, and together, we will rule the galaxy in peace.''
Vader's hand extended out towards Luke. Tears were flowing down his face, stinging slightly on the open wounds he had.
`` I'm sorry. I...'' Luke looked down to the endless pit below.
`` Join me Luke, and together, we will destroy Obi-Wan's plans forever.''
`` I CA N'T!''
With this, Luke let go of his pole, feeling gravity begin to work. Vader watched as Luke plummeted into the chasm, and felt nothing but sorrow as he watched his son fall to his apparent doom.
`` I tried, my son. I tried.''
He stood, still gazing downward, and then walked away.
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[ CW ] A man sits alone in a graveyard ...
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A man sits alone in a graveyard... He's crying. Of course he is. She just died, after all. His daughter that is. I guess even someone as evil as him has emotions. I reach into my pocket and feel my hand brush against cool metal. I hesitate for a moment, but I eventually grasp the grip of my pistol.'Why should I care?', I thought to myself.'He killed her and so many others'. I slowly pull the pistol out of my pocket. I hesitate, again. In spite of everything he's done, I ca n't bring myself to killing him. Not here, not now. The tears are too human. Too genuine. The pistol slowly slips back into my pocket. `` Another day'' I mutter. A man sits alone in a graveyard.
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[ IP ] The Cat and the Robot
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**** I feel the impact of each individual precipitation particle on my newly installed Umbrella Module, acquired with the sum of several days worth of Credit Rations. Perhaps feel is too strong a word. With the latest upgrade of the Sensory System, feeling is obsolete. I acknowledge the impacts of this heterogeneous mixture of airborne liquids. Cold, metallic Appendages move over the construct of synthetic pressure board and nylon string sitting on my lap. I acknowledge that this contraption is emitting sound, but I do n't listen. My out of date Oculars, while scanning to my left, pick up a strange signal. ****
** A small object, covered in coarse, black protein fibers sits, its obsolete dihydrogen monoxide-based Oculars directed my way. I notice my Appendages have begun to create a different pattern of sound on my pressure board construct. No, I acknowledge it. My Oculars, in a grievous breach of protocol, stay locked on this object. The object opens its mouth, and produces a sound. An ancient sound. A sound of memory.
I listen.
I listen.
I remember.
Sun on my face. Wind on my skin. Pain. Sadness. Joy. The War. The Capitulation.
I feel.
Then, as I look down at my guitar, I decide to rebel.
I play.
Edit: Sorry about the formatting
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[ WP ] `` The world was waiting for you . ''
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Time and time again, he had showed his worth. The small, hunched back of a student in duress was a common sight in the university's library; after all, the only way you were getting into the school was being rich or immensely talented in the first place. But somewhere along the line, in this one student's mind, a certain switch had been flipped; and his views on the world around him and the expectations surrounding his life as a whole were continuously being bombarded upon within his conscious in a silent plight seen only to nobody and voiced upon no ears.
It was the kind of sense of dread when someone looks up from a slip of paper to see themselves off from their last day; a remittance from requirement in society that leaves one feeling as if they are ravaged, torn of their value and strife, in exchange for what should be freedom in the form of bonds being untied, but more accurately reflected in the crazed juvenility of uncontrolled and unneeded break from the rules that they were raised on. This, is what made him look up. The chosen looked up, and he looked around. What were they doing here?
What were they doing here indeed. Existentiality is a fact of life, and life is a fact of what? And along that line of reasoning, what, are we doing here? He thought, maybe there was something more, and this more was never quite eclipsed again by a need to perform academically or succeed in the ways he had been raised on. All those around him glided on through their lives in a wisp of acknowledgement, passing under his eye without a second glance after they; d gone their separate ways. They were just colleagues. They were just peers. Just students, learning in an academy not solely based on the learnings of society, but rather the greater structure of the race as a whole. This was a challenge, and an ill fitted challenge thus, for the student.
Consent was never given for the thought. Allowing his mind to wander was merely inevitable. He could not go back. It was as if each moment of peace and abidication from study was a moment of freedom, and quiet rebellion for a cause he thought to be greater. But then, he would wake up; and bury himself in his book again. And the cycle would repeat. But ever so often, he would wait just a bit longer, and think just a bit longer, about life, and his destiny.
Eventually, it began to take its toll on his grades. He spent afternoons listening to wagner, and he began to see the murky gaze of chopin in his eyelids as he strained to stay awake during lectures. All the class beside him carried on, full steam, and he was merely a vessel for dislocation from reality, a stigma that was both invisible but immovable from his self. There was nothing he could do but succumb to this need, this newfound glory in experiencing something others could not. This feeling of murky thought so deeply rooted in wondering, simply, why, why we were here, and why he was doing what he was doing.
The student dropped out of school. He never made it in the end. He did not drop out of college. He graduated with honors, like he should have, and patted his well read friends on the back, like he should have, but he was marked. He was marked for something different, a purpose that failed to reveal itself as malevolent or the benevolent, but nevertheless omniscient in his every action. Seeing the world around pass without acknowledging his ticket to board the train of life with smiles and happiness was something that he grew to accept.
One day, the boy stood on the train station stop, on a dark, rainy night. Here, he was to take his final destination. His metaphorical ticket was not marked with a singular place, and was as blank as his mind was when he thought of his future. The years of mulling, the years of blight in the sun of humanity, and finally, the conductor stepped out from the train, and took his ticket. He read down his list, and found the boy's name, and then ushered him onto the train.
He was the only passenger; and as the train left the terminal, the conductor, atop the gleaming white chair in the fore, smiled at him.
`` The world was waiting for you.''
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[ TT ] Most Wild West showdowns start in a bar . You 're the bartender .
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`` Jack you son of a bitch come and face me like a man'', the voice boomed from the dark figure pushing open the saloon doors. I try to hide my excitement as I sternly look at Jack in front of me nursing his double of whiskey. `` You're really going to let him call you out like that'' I whispered. Jack through back his drink in a single gulp and shot me a look.
`` What did I do now, Gordon'' Jack yells over his shoulder. Gordon walked into the bar, his spurs clicked with every determined step. His black duster covered in dirt as well as the rest of him. One look and you can tell he rode in a hurry. `` You know she was mine Jack. And you took her from me'' Gordon muttered. Jack turned around, his back facing me. The entire room was silent and drawn to the moment like flies to horse shit.
`` Funny thing about Katie, she do n't seem to like you very much'' Jack said pushing his brown duster to the side. Jack's black colt with an ivory handle sat patiently by his side, aching to be drawn. Gordon looked at Jack's revolver and huffed in anger. `` Do n't matter. You do n't mess with a man's wife-''
`` And you do n't beat your wife. But I guess we both look like assholes today'' Jack quickly retorted. A collective gasp from the patrons topped the tension in the room.
`` Then meet me outside. I reckon you gon na die like the piece of shit I always knew you were Jack.''
`` That's big talk coming from a dead man'' Jack replied. Both men walk outside of the saloon. Every one at the bar ran outside to see the duel. Everyone except for me. I was picking up glasses and tending to my bar.
BANG. The gun shot echoed around the town. A heavy thud hit the ground outside. I pull out my knife from under the bar next to the bottle of whiskey, and carve a new notch next to the other 13 sitting next to it.
The saloon doors swing open and Jack enters the bar followed by a huge crowd of people. Everyone is talking and excited about the showdown. Jack takes a seat at the bar as I grab a glass and pour him his customary double.
`` You know you're going to have me killed, right'' Jack mutters to me. He takes a big gulp and downs his whiskey. I reply while refilling his drink, `` First of all, no one's out drawing Jack the fastest hands west of the missippi.'' I hand him back his drink. `` Secondly since you've been coming here my business has tripled in this shit town. Speaking of which here's your cut.'' I grab a small stack of cash hidden in a cabinet underneath the bar and put it in front him.
`` And lastly, you saw Katie last night. She was beaten to hell and back. I know you were n't gon na let that stand. Either he was coming here or you were gon na ride all the way over there. I saved you the trip.'' I took a brief pause. `` But in Gordon's defense, Katie's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Hell I would've been pissed if I woke up with a note saying I'm leaving you for a better man.''
Jack chuckled for a moment. He took his cash and put it in the inside of his vest. `` You could have shot him'' Jack said with a smirk on his face. `` Yeah well that's why I have you here and we thank you for it. Now if you'll excuse me I got customers to tend to.''
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[ WP ] Your body was born as a blank canvas . Describe how it has been changed to the masterpiece it is today .
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The colors on me are still fresh, newly painted. They're at that stage where the paint can still be spread, still dabbled, but is n't goop dripping around.
The colors are very sensible, smart grays and blues. A little green. There are occasional splatters of jarring colors, but navy is quickly streaked through them, a reminder not to just allow the color palette to be changed.
If you look at it as a whole, the canvas has an obvious design to it, despite being unfinished. You can tell the artist is painting quite slowly, as the style seems to evolve over time.
In the unfinished corner, hints of yellows and oranges beckon, an omen of things to come. The navy is nearby, but unsure if it will paint over these new colors.
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[ wp ] [ nsfw ] Destroy my soul : A challenge to write the bleakest , most hopeless and dark grim fic you can fathom ...
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My sister used to tell me stories of the time before the war. I used to close my eyes and imagine the christmas dinners, midsummer dances and the doll our parents bought her. When I was young they brought me hope and light in these dark times. You do n't get to be young for long here though, and when I got older it all just seemed so unfair. Sweden had n't been to war in several hundred years and then all of a sudden we were sucked into the disagreements of others.
The clocks are ringing and people are stirring in their beds. I do n't want to go to work. They give me food and clothes but I know what it does to people, the mines. The officers tell us we are lucky, that we will be protected from the bombs at all cost as long as the mines are running. But it's all dust, heavy rocks and dark holes. If you are not crushed under a boulder, or trapped in a gas leak, you get sick. Crushed is a thousand times better than sick. They call our group the Swallow squad, a sweet name that lures other children into signing up. I think I am the oldest but it is hard to be sure when you do n't know when you were born. In some shafts they use robots for small cracks and paths but I was told the Swallow squad is cheaper than those metal things. It's easier to replace us.
There is a little note underneath my bowl at breakfast. I ca n't read very well but I'm pretty sure that it has my name on it. The paper is so clean and white, it has to be from the surface. Nothing down here is that clean. I nudge the new kid who was taken because his father did something to the government. He can read. `` Congratulations on you thirteenth birthday, Anna. My gift to you, sweet sister, is the sky.''
Maybe half an hour later my shaft and many others with it were blown up. All over the world uranium mines were destroyed, starting the end of this fermented war.
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[ WP ] Once Earth 's population reaches 20 billion , everything begins to lag and stutter .
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*'' I do n't care anymore General. If it's come down to this, then we have no choice. I am ORDERING you to Fire th-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e'' The President started but was cut off, the sound dragging out very quickly. *
**Universe.exe error: ID=10-T; Not enough memory. **
`` Me dammit! HEY, LUCIFER!'' I yelled loudly, hoping my dearest old friend had n't gone out.
`` What now man.'' He asked walking into the room.
`` It broke!'' I said simply, pointing at the screen, the noise still tripping out of the speakers. `` It broke right at the best part! My simulation was almost complete!''
Lucifer looked at it for a moment, before sighing.'For an omnipotent being, he really is a child...'
`` I heard that!'' I cried out. He chuckled.
`` Alright, alright, just gim me a minute, I'll get it fixed.'' I moved over and he sat down at the desk, and within moments, the simulation was running again.
`` You ca n't run too many simulations at once on this thing without upgrading it some more, man. Anyway, I'm going to the store. Have fun now.'' He said, the words flying in one ear and out the other.
`` Uh-huh.'' I said, transfixed as the nukes started flying. `` Finally thinning out the population a bit. Should be able to keep this game going another few centuries, if the fallout does n't kill em first.'' I muttered.
`` Me, it's awesome to rule the universe.''
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[ WP ] On your death bed you make your peace and pass on ... When you open your eyes again you are greeted with an odd box in the middle of a void . It reads : `` New Game + . Yes or No ? ''
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*New Game: Yes / No? *
These were the last words I ever saw - or were they the first? I suppose it depends on perspective. And perspective was something I had very little of at that moment; every bit of wisdom I'd gained throughout my seventy seven years on planet earth had amounted to sweet FA. I'd been employee of the month for two years in a row at the tire factory - my job was to check the treads.
Yet here I was sitting in small room with no doors or windows, staring at the screen from my small leather couch. I wondered where I should go if I needed to pee, but luckily even after seventy seven years I did n't have the urge to.
I stood up to stretch my legs before realising I did n't have any. I glanced down, I did n't seem to have any, well... anything; I was a mere entity. A collection of atoms with a fondness for tires. *Why even have the couch? *
Nothing was really a surprise at this point, so I proceeded to glide to one of the walls, which was plastered with various pictures of me - the old me - in various settings. Directly in front of me was a picture of me working in the tire factory. I had no memory of this picture being taken and I'd certainly never seen it before.
Over to the left was me - or at least I think it was an incarnation me - in the Victorian era. In the photo, I was building a cartwheel from scratch. *Huh. Weird coincidence. *
Moving on to the left again, there was a picture of me fitting the captain's wheel onto a ship. *This ca n't be right! * Left again, I was fitting the gearing into a windmill. *Agh! * I rushed over to the first photograph on the wall. It was me as a Neanderthal, proudly pushing along a wheel made of stone.
Pretending to sit back on the couch, I grasped the controller. It was a weird cylindrical device with buttons at various angles; it resembled a complicated musical instrument. It was tricky to understand at first, but then the longer I held it - a sight in itself as I had no limbs - the more familiar it became. I selected `` Yes'' and the screen gave me a prompt:
*Are you sure? Yes / No*
This was it. Time to be reborn, and maybe this time work with something other than wheels. I took one last look at my surroundings and... wait. There was a magazine sprawled open on the couch. What did a magazine that was published in limbo have to offer in terms of content? The page it was opened on was entitled: `` Cheat Codes'' - and thanks to my grandchildren I knew exactly what that meant.
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[ WP ] The Devil secretly works part time as an Uber driver .
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Jeff: I really got to go to my aunt's wedding, I better call one of those ubers
( Jeff waits outside his apartment for the uberdriver )
Jeff: Man, I hope I do n't get some kind of freak
( a Mercedes Benz pulls around the corner and the door is opened )
Uber Driver: Hi, did somebody order an uber?
Jeff: Yeah, that'd be me
UD: Well come on in, you're heading to 5th and south right? That's about 45 minutes off from here.
( Jeff gets in the car and they begin to drive )
Jeff: I got ta say, you really took me by surprise showing up in this nice car, what's your story?
UD: I'm glad ya like the car, I figure if you're gon na be driving some stranger ya might as well drive them in comfort.
Jeff: Well it is a nice car, but I meant why drive strangers around, it's obviously not for the extra buck
UD: Let's just say I'm always keen to meet new people
( Jeff rolls with it )
Jeff: You look pretty young, how'd you make it big?
UD: I'm much older than I look, hell I remember when Kennedy was shot ( under his breath ) the bastard
Jeff: What was that?
UD: Nothing
Jeff: Oh by the way, I'm Jeff
UD: Pleased to meet you Jeff, hope you guessed my name
Jeff: Oh that's... that's... the stones!
UD: And who says rock and roll is dead
Jeff: But really, what's your name?
UD: My friends call me Lucy
Jeff: Is that short for something?
UD: Uh... ya know it's a little embarrassing
Jeff: Oh come on, it ca n't be that bad
UD: It's uh, short for Lucifer
Jeff: What the fuck, man!
UD: What do you mean what the fuck?
Jeff: Were your parents satanists or something?
UD: You're closer than you'd think
Jeff: Wait just one fucking minute, you're not...
( uber driver does n't respond )
Jeff: stop the car, stop it right fucking here
UD: In the middle of the highway?
Jeff: Yeah in the middle of the highway
( the car halts in the middle of busy traffic as UD puts on the emergency lights )
Jeff: Let me get this straight, you're the devil?
Devil: Basically
Jeff: What the fuck, man. Why are you a fucking uber driver?
D: I get bored being mean and sometime I like to give back to the world
Jeff: You could n't come up with a clever disguise or something? right out of the gate with the Lucifer shit.
D: I'm not a good liar
Jeff: fucking hell you are n't
( they both sit in silence, Jeff in disbelief and the Devil in extreme discomfort as cars continue to pass them, each honking their horns as they do so )
Jeff: If you're the devil, then can you make this car fly?
D: Yeah
( the car flies off into the sky and Jeff is never heard from again )
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[ WP ] A suicidal person steps out on to the ledge of the window many stories high , as they prepare to jump a stranger on the opposite building steps out onto their ledge & tells them that If they jump then he/she will jump also , write about what happens next .
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I pick up my foot. He picks up his foot. I put it back down, balancing out my body. He puts his foot back down too. Who is this man? Is he, me?
`` It's all useless, ai n't it?'' A scream belts across the 50 story drop.
`` Yeah... I mean... here we are though, just two monkey debating existence'' I reply
`` Monkey? Irrelevant, our life is just a fucking lie. Since birth. Nobody cares about anybody. Everyone is on a selfish journey for their own survival. It's all a means to an end.''
`` So if someone cares about you, then this would all be worth living? It'd be worth continuing the same shit over and over again?''
`` I guess... I guess it would. That's how we find meaning. In being noticed. In confirming our existence is real. In someone else connecting to us and realizing we are all eyes of neurons on this planet earth. All the same. That connection makes us feel whole. Feeling whole carries us on with meaning.''
Suddenly I open my eyes. There is no building in front of me. Just an empty street of continuous lights and cars; all looking like little ants from 500 feet in the air. They are all moving as one motion. One wave motion within the vastness of the ocean.
I step back into my office. Turn off the computer. Call my wife.
I'm glad the man inside my head comes back tomorrow...
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[ WP ] When time-traveling became possible , the government was forced to stop people from actually making changes in the past , that could alter the present . You are part of the corps that protects time and your task is it to stop people from killing Hitler
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Drizzles of icy rain pattered onto my rain coat, hitting its sleek black surface and then simply joining the puddle that had formed beneath my feet. It had n't rained this hard in a while, and the way I saw it -God was crying. I would be too, if I did n't get paid for what I was about to do.
I glanced across the road at the black Mercedes Benz 770, getting in followed by two members of the Nazi security services was the Fuhrer. Sliding my hand around the handle of my pistol, I waited, trying to figure out who was going to attempt the assassination.
The grey streets outside the hotel Lavino were completely empty. Flicking a pocket watch out, I checked the time -none of this made sense, the assassination attempt would happen in exactly twenty seconds.
My eyes shot up to the vehicle. *The security! *
Pushing hard against the concrete, the cab loomed with each footfall.
*15 seconds. *
The left side of my coat came undone and in a fluid motion my pistol was out.
*12 seconds. *
Down the barrel of my gun, I sighted the first head to pop. The shot clipped through the air, bullet zipping from the edge of my silencer.
*10 seconds. *
Yelling, the Fuhrer ducked. I had missed the first security guard. I dodge rolled, taking aim again.
`` Get down, Hitler!''
*7 seconds. *
Muffled words in german came from inside the cab. A security guard popped his head up, I clicked to fire.
My clip was jammed.
An explosion rocked me back, head hitting the curb and sending stars bursting across my vision.
*3 seconds. *
Gurgling, I touched my neck where the metal had sliced through. This was n't meant to happen?
*1 second. *
Frowning, the security guard looked down on me with his gun aimed.
`` Mörder,'' he said, the word was filled with such scorn it almost rocked me as hard as the bullet.
I felt my eyes dipping, and then the resounding click of metal.
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[ WP ] You die in a car crash . When you open your eyes you are in a bright white room completely empty except for you and a middle age man standing a few feet in front of you . The man smiles an says , `` Hi I 'm Bill . I 'll be in charge of your training . ''
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*'' Hi. I'm Bill. I'll be in charge of your training. `` *
Those were the first words I heard after the car crash. I never could've known what was in store for me when I first got here. I mean, training? What training? What could I possibly be training for?
Well, today I finally found out.
After what I can only guess were months, maybe even years, I've finally discovered what all this rigorous and strenuous training was for.
You see, all souls slowly fade out of existence. Once every living entity has forgotten about you, you vanish forever. Nobody knows what happens to these souls. I guess it's kind of like dying again. Bill was the previous Grim Reaper, but the last living person who remembered him was dying. Bill knew this, so he decided to train the next person to become the new Grim Reaper. The next person was me. Now, after lots and lots of training, Bill has vanished and I am the new Grim Reaper.
When you inevitably die, I will be there to claim your soul. I'm still not sure how I feel about this. I guess I'll just do my best. So, mortals, fear me. For I am Obama, the newest Grim Reaper.
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[ WP ] Combine the three prompts above ( or bellow ) this one .
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Kevin's day did n't go well at the local cinema. It all started when he was in the movie queue with his wife, waiting to see the new Alvin & The Chipmunks film. While everyone else was dressed up in Stormtrooper costumes and Jedi outfits, he was wearing his Alvin T-shirt as well as his Alvin cap, worn backwards, just like his idol chipmunk.
Kevin's wife rolled her eyes, casually updating her Facebook status about wanting a better husband.
Within a few minutes, Kevin and his wife was called upon, realizing that they were in the front of the huge movie queue. Smiling with anticipation, he ran up to the counter, dragging his wife along.
`` Two tickets to *Alvin & The Chipmunks: The Road Chip*! Also, we would also like the *Alvin Popcorn Special* as well!'' Kevin proudly requested to the man at the counter. He looked at him carefully, noticing that he was dressed up as Santa Claus, with a fat belly and white beard as finishing touches. Kevin looked at him, impressed with the costume. Not as well done as his Alvin clothes but still nice regardless.
Unfortunately for the Alvin fanatic, time was n't on his side. The old man at the counter typed up some numbers on his computer with disappointment in his face,'Sorry sir, I'm afraid the movie started twenty minutes ago. You're going to have to come back tomorrow for the next screening.''
Kevin looked at the man in anger. How could they do this to him! He had to see *The Road Chip*!
`` What are you talking about?'' Kevin gasped, the anger filling out of him, `` This ca n't be happening! I have to see the Chipmunks now! What crazy road trip will they take? I want it now!''
`` Honey, we can go watch *The Good Dinosaur* instead,'' His wife gently nudged him on his shoulder, pointing at the PIXAR movie timetable, showing that it was starting in ten minutes.
This time, all of Kevin's anger flared out. Before anyone could respond, he pulled out a hidden gun from his jumper and aimed it at the man behind the counter, specifically at his tummy. Kevin pulled the trigger, making a loud bang noise in the process.
The Santa look-a-like fell backwards with a heavy thud, causing the reactions of screams and cries from the on-lookers and civillains in the cinema. His wife looked at him with shock, unable to comprehend the events that happened.
`` Did you just shoot down and possibly kill Santa?''
Kevin blinked and trembled, suddenly realizing what he just did a few seconds prior, ``... N-no.''
Suddenly, a bunch of policemen closed in, surrounding him at all sides within a matter of seconds, `` Surrender now or we will shoot!''
Kevin knew that someone called the emergency number. He realized that he's going to jail. However, a voice sounding exactly like Alvin's called out to him, urging him to never give up and to keep fighting till the end. Obviously, he followed his instinct as a determined grin showed up on his face.
`` MAKE ME!!!! ALVIN IS THE ONLY ONE THAT I WILL LISTEN TO!!'' Kevin screamed at the top of his lungs, charging straight at the armoured policemen.
The various police officers gave each other a nod, and tasered him. Despite a few of the policemen's tasers being ineffective, they managed to secure his body, ensuring that he was unconscious and under custody.
`` Is everything all right?'' the deputy in charge of the whole operation asked the policemen who were ordered to fire.
The leader of the policemen group replied back with a normal tone, `` Uh... We had a slight weapons malfunction but uh... Everything's perfectly all right now. We're all fine here now. Thank you. Uh, how are you?''
**Writing Prompts Used: **
* `` Did you just shoot down and possibly kill Santa?'' ``... N-no.''
* It is opening weekend of the new film in your favorite franchise, but your wife/husband refuses to watch the original trilogy. That's right. They have n't seen Chipwrecked, the Squeakquel or even Alvin & The Chipmunks itself.
* `` Uh... We had a slight weapons malfunction but uh... Everything's perfectly all right now. We're all fine here now. Thank you. Uh, how are you?''
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[ WP ] A student who was a loser in high school returns several years later to the reunion as a brutal dictator of a foreign country .
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Everyone needs a motivation. Djammu lost weight to impress a girl, Silgak stopped drinking to save money because he wanted to travel the world, Enshedi became religious because she felt isolated and the temple offered community, Kirpi got pregnant to get into the will of her baby crazy grandmother, I started learning the Zhanha language to improve my career opportunities and Jaika overthrew an adjacent nation because she could n't find a job and fell into fringe ideologies. Others were still the good old guys and gals of before, just with bigger waists and bank accounts. Only slightly more accomplished and only slightly more bitter. Dai belonged to the latter group, which was why I got along with him as if no time had passed. Of course, it was not that easy. I had changed and sometimes, my reaction to Dai's exploits was not laughter but shock. He clearly reacted with confusion and surprise to some of my stories as well. Eventually, we talked about the elephant in the room. `` So... about Jaika...'' I began to ask, but was immediately shushed by him and he just silently pointed to her body guards. I nodded and we awkwardly changed the topic.
Dai had to leave early because he was on day release. Afterwards, I made awkward smalltalk with other people whom I was closer to 20 years ago. That was when Jaika talked to me: `` Hey, Keshwak, how have you been?''
My pulse raced as I replied: `` It's okay, good to see so many classmates here, is n't it?''
She smiled: `` Yeah, it is! So, people tell me that you are an accountant now?''
I nodded: `` It's an interesting profession because everything that happens in a company goes through accounting. You can see how management ideas pan out long before they will!''
`` Definitely possible if the company is small enough for it. With some of the ministries...'' she stopped.
`` Yeah, I can not imagine being a minister of finance for a modern country!'' I agreed.
`` Was that a slight against Aqatia?'' she asked suspiciously.
I felt a cold shiver running down my spine. This woman could have me dead for a perceived insult. `` Not, at all, just, in medieval times, things were easier for a minister of finance! The state had fewer responsibilities and fewer incomes! Like no universal education!''
Her expression became frliendlier: `` Do n't get me started! One of the first things that had to be done was getting Aqatia's education system to anything even resembling a first world system! About 40 % of the teachers were functionally illiterate, for the sake of all that's cute and cuddly!''
The fact that she cursed as if children were around made me smile: `` That led to the Songra purges, right?'' I said and immediately wished that I did n't.
`` No, those were later, it led to the Alikta reforms. Something that should have been done centuries, heck, millenia ago! The orthography was ancient. So we made a new one. We never outlawed the old one, just stated the if official writing was done in it, the new transliteration has to be provided in a bigger writing. Only in Aqantia can this lead to violent protests! Yeah, that lead to Mijanta...'' she looked into space.
`` Mijanta?'' you ask.
`` The Mijanta hall fire. I got the most influential refuseniks into one house, then burned it down. Do n't look at me like that! Sounds more cruel than it was! You need to understand the caste system they had there!''
`` Was it that bad?''
`` Worse! There was actual slavery that disguised itself under it! The ruling classes used all the disgusting tricks it could to keep people obedient! People pretend that before we took over, Aqatia was just its modern, worldly capital Adjangu. They pretend the rural areas do n't exist! We made the big mistake in uncovering it all and people treat us for that reason as if we caused it! If we did, people would not have started eating the upper classes as soon as their power faded!''
During the evening, I heard a lot of stories about Aqatia, about the revolution, about show trials and kanguroo courts, about intrigues and assassins but also about her hopes. It was clear that she had a clear vision about the country, and despite the violence and poverty that was shown in the news, the country had actually gotten better: adult literacy rates had risen, especially for women, absolute poverty had gone down drastically, the country had stopped persecuting other faiths and embraced laicism. I understood how she could rally people behind herself as she expressed a red-hot passion for her country of choice that inspired people. It definitely inspired me to give her my card so we could stay in touch.
The next days were drab, not that this was something new, but I admitted to myself that I felt trapped. Trapped in a life that bored me, trapped in a political system that valued strife and short term thinking over a long term plan and true passion. Trapped in a feeling that this would continue until death. I did my work, I pretended that everything was normal, but as soon as I went home, I started my computer, opened a private browsing window and started a web search: accountant jobs Aqatia.
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[ WP ] You come across a writing prompt submission that is a word for word depiction of your life . The ending is a surprise .
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Another day, another prompt. I'd been filling almost all my spare time wading through /r/WritingPrompts, furiously hammering out whatever stories came to mind. I expected today would be just like any other, a few hours of typing and waiting to watch my comment karma stay the same. But upon seeing a prompt titled `` [ WP ] Write a story using a previously created original character'', I decided to see how other people thought about their creations.
The comments were glorious; there were in-depth descriptions and explanations of motives, wants, and needs. A long list of intricately crafted personalities kept me reading until I reached the last one. It was extremely well-written. The introduction skirted around any actual material, hyping me up to meet this character. I seemed to have a lot in common based on the simple description at the start: short, red-headed, the same aspirations, and, amazingly, the same name. I could see myself reflected back at me in the text.
I continued on, my heart quickening the further I went. It was a long comment. So long that the scroll bar for the page threatened to consume itself in the way of a black hole. I could n't read it all, becoming afraid as I realized what the comment was. Everything I had ever experienced was laid out before me, and before the entire internet. Every event had been recorded: my birth, my first words, steps, day of school, crush, kiss, heartbreak, sexual encounter, all of it. My thoughts were there too, cataloged meticulously. Despite my fear and unease, it was exhilarating to discover my old thoughts. I'd never been one to self-reflect until recently, and these helped fill the puzzle I felt when looking into the past.
There was n't nearly enough time for me to read it all, so I went to the end. It was n't timed long after when I first stumbled across the prompt, only a few weeks in fact. Unsurprisingly, I spent more time on reddit, posting and revising my stories. But one of them hit it big. I had apparently become a writing sensation, lauded by the world. I smiled. A laugh started low in my throat, working its way up until I was booming with laughter. I opened my eyes, waking myself from my dream, still laughing hysterically, and stared at the laptop next to me. Reddit's /r/WritingPrompts shone back at me, the page unchanged since I'd fallen asleep. I refresh and hold my breath as I watch my comment karma in the upper-right corner. No change. I laugh quietly, a little sadly, and turn over to return to my dream.
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[ WP ] You 've accidentally killed the Devil . God makes you the new Devil to replace the one you killed .
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`` Oh you've done it now!'' One of the imps snarled between its teeth. `` The big man is gon na hear about this... I Bet he's on his way now!''. Youssef stared in disbelief at the corpse of the dark prince, the stake He was holding dripping with dark blood. `` B-but... I did n't mean...''.
`` You did n't mean what, my boy?''
A warm but firm voice. The kind you would hear from a father Who is getting ready to give his son a firm talking-to.
Youssef turned around, slowly. The first thing He noticed was the cigarette smoke billowing from the Lord's left hand. He looked old. Stubbles covered his face and his White hair was in shambles. He looked as if He had n't slept for days. His jeans and white shirt were stained and crinkled, and his sunglasses were crooked.
`` What do we have here?'' He said, circling lucifers body. `` You could n't keep it in your pants, huh Lucy.. You Just had to push another tiny creature to the brink of madness by fucking and killing its offspring in front of him. But look where it got you now.''
Youssef finally regained his footing. `` H-how did you know?'' The one looked at him and smirked. `` Perks of The job, man.'' He grabbed Lucifer by the horns and dragged him to one of the nearby cells. `` You can bring him back, Right?''. God looked at Youssef is if He was crazy. `` Course i can, but is that something you would want?'' Youssef still had the stake in his hands. `` N-not really sir...''
`` Thought so. Now here's The thing. I ca n't Run this place without a manager. I've got enough shit on my plate as it is. Problem is if i wake this fucker up, He wo n't learn nothing and you are gon na suffer...'' He thought about his words.''... A lot More. Now, i need my buddy here ( He shook Lucy a bit ) to actually run this place and not Keep it going on for his little pleasures''
He checked out Youssef, up and down. `` Why Are you in here?'' Youssef shifted his weight a bit. `` I was told i had to go here because i was muslim in my Life.'' `` Ah.'' God answered. `` Yeah, they aint all that for revising our standards up there, but hey, most of The time it works.''
The Lord adjusted his sunglasses and looked thoughtfully at the corpse of the Prince of Lies. As if he decided something, he took the crown of Ten Flames off Lucy's head, and turned to Youssef.
`` What did you do in your life?'' `` I had a business sir..''. `` Splendid!'' God trotted towards and tried to put The crown on Youssef's head. Youssef jumped back.
`` What Are you doing?!'' `` Hey, you killed the fucker!'' The Lord said. `` You might as well show him how it's really done!''
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[ WP ] Two friends press random buttons in an elevator before they leave as a joke , upon pressing 20 numbers the doors shut and they hear `` Code accepted . ''
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`` What are you doing, Jake?'' I glared at my friend as he began to tap all the buttons on the elevator.
`` I'm just having some fun,'' Jake responded, `` You should learn how to, Alicia.''
`` Just because you want to take forever to get to the parking garage does n't mean you get to ruin my day.''
`` It's not going to ruin your day. Calm the frack down.''
I sighed, and Jake continued to press buttons.
`` Code accepted.''
`` What?'' Jake said, `` WHAT IS GOING ON!''
I was freaking out on the inside, too, but I decided to stay calm, for Jake's sake.
And then, the elevator doors opened.
`` Welcome to the world of tomorrow!'' A voice said, with a slight tremolo.
`` What the?'' I said, shocked. This... this was from a TV show. I think it was called Futurama. I'd only ever seen the pilot episode, but this was practically the same thing.
`` Alicia?'' Jake said, terrified.
`` I think we're in the future.'' I said.
`` It's from Futurama. I've seen the whole series seven times.''
`` Why do you like it that much?''
`` I do n't know.''
The lights flickered on, and a guy in a lab coat stood in front of us.
`` Welcome to the year 3015!'' Lab Coat Guy said, `` I am glad to welcome you to the future!''
Jake and I both looked at him, gaping.
`` What?'' Lab Coat Guy said.
`` This is a TV show,'' I said.
`` Oh, yeah. Matt Groening accurately predicted the future. We'll bring you guys to the Planet Express building, if you want.''
`` YES!'' Jake shouted.
We would never get back. This was the end for our former selves, but we would get to meet some of Jake's favorite television characters, so I guess it was n't all bad.
Yes, it was a Futurama fan-fic the whole time.
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[ WP ] You are Cupid . You hate your job .
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Look at those two over there. Go on, look! Do you see them? The two nuzzled up in each others faces, yes -- with the umbrella on the blanket. No, no. It is n't adorable.
It's pathetic. I hate them. They ruin my life. Every god damn day, I'm dragged out of bed to christen the pursuit of -- get this, a fleeting memory they do not entirely believe in. I know, right? So, here I am. Waiting for that *perfect* moment. The one they just ca n't wait to tell Mom about. Do they even care about what I like to do? The thing that *I* love?
I'll tell you though, there is one love about the ol' job'aroo. Lean in, come closer -- ca n't have the love birds listening but, I get to shoot them. I swear. Cross my heart. I love it. Prick the two little bastards with heart-shaped arrows whenever I please: face, eyes, mouth, make'em drool if ya' know what I mean -- buttocks, thigh, toes, you name it.
You want me to hit them where? Haha, you're one of them. You fun sucking, lovable bastard. No, no -- you called the shots. Let me just -- draw the string, steady my -- aim. Watch it now. And, off she goes.
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[ WP ] After dying , you 're shown a `` Choose Your Own Adventure '' style decision tree which highlights all the paths your life could have taken should you have made various different choices . You spend all of eternity analyzing this tree , only to finally realize that something just is n't quite right .
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Silence was all I heard. Not even my own voice made a sound.
Blackness was all I saw. It permeated everything so thickly that I could not see my own hands in front of me. Emptiness was all I felt. Did I even have a body? I tried to move and could not feel my arms or skin, the heat or cold of the surrounding atmosphere... not even my own heart.
A breeze brushes past... me? Like nothing I felt before, but still indistinguishably the wind. Suddenly, I am.
A warmth, that could only be the sun, embraces my body and gives feeling to everything. A sky stretches out above me.
I look down and a field encompasses my newfound sight. As I turn to take in the view, the tree is all I can see. Not that there is nothing else to look at it. I am sure there is a forest in the distance, or butterflies floating around, but there is nothing else I can focus on.
Its size is nothing spectacular. Nothing I have n't seen before, I think.
Its trunk was strong and wonderful, springing from the top of the hill as if defying everything else to bring it down.
Its leaves are a veritable rainbow. They range from a dying brown, to a bright fall orange, to a steady, brilliant green.
Its shape is irregular and malformed. Some branches are lively and beautiful, jutting out with boisterous life and strength; some sprout out of nowhere and decay into nothing as abruptly as they appeared.
I float up the hill and quickly see, unsurprisingly, that there is much more than simple wood behind the facade. I float up to a branch and stare into the bark.
Through the lines and swirls embossed in the wood, an image comes to me.
It's me, eating dinner in a cafeteria. A girl approaches me. I know her, but, from where? She takes my hand and goes down on one knee. Everyone around us seems to be laughing. That's right, this was Roxanne. It must be one of the several times that she fake proposed to me in High School. How could I not have realized that she was showing interest in me? Why did n't I do anything about it? How did I not ask her out on a date?
Further down the branch, it splits in two. I follow the larger and it shows me refusing Roxanne. Eventually we stop talking altogether. I do not notice the change and continue to live my life. I pine over other girls and finally find a girlfriend in college.
Jasmine, that bitch.
I look away, not wanting to relive it for the millionth time. I skip ahead and follow the branch as it splits and merges. Periodically glancing at the patterns to experience some moments in my life. Some were important, a conversation I had with a crush that ended in us fighting and never talking again. Others could not have been more insignificant, a time I decided to sleep in an extra hour before school or work, I could not easily tell which.
I continue along to the end of the largest branch, and spot a piece of fruit, dangling. It's a little overripe, slightly bruised, and a little paler than the rest. I reach out and pick it, swiftly taking a bite. It is incredibly average, nothing spectacular about it at all.
I turn around and float my way back to the spot I first glanced into. I follow it to the first split again, exploring the path I had not chosen before. This branch reveals me asking Christine about why Roxanne kept proposing. We talked for all of study hall about the subject, about what to do.
Something does n't feel right anymore.
The scene starts to blur. I try to blink my eyes, hoping it's just my contacts acting up again. I focus closer and finally make out an image of my hands sweating profusely, Roxanne sitting beside me as Spanish Class is about to end.
The pattern fades further from view, unrecognizable now. I ball my hands and push them into my eyes, twisting. I drop my arms and open my eyes to find that the scene has disappeared completely. I reach out to try and feel the pattern, wishing to bring the experience back.
Silence was all I heard.
Blackness was all I saw.
Emptiness was all I felt.
Nervousness washes over me. My hands sweating more furiously than I could ever remember.
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[ WP ] In the future , humans have colonized Mars , but due to the Sun 's alignment there is a four week period where communication is impossible between both planets . You spoke to your best friend on the last day before the 'Red Out ' . Now , four weeks later , you wake to an urgent message from Mars ...
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I awoke sharply to the sound of an alarm.
This was strange, because my alarm was the gentle sort of thing with the birds and the gradually brightening lamp. `` What the fuck?''
I rolled over and made an attempt at sitting up.
--'' Urgent transmission from the Omega Facility.'' Skip, my electro-butler, sounded like he had n't been awake for much longer than me.
`` Aaron!'' It had to be him. `` Play it.''
The com system in my bedroom wall made a series of beeps and whirring sounds.
Aaron's voice started:
`` Steve!''
I breathed a sigh of relief. He was still in one piece.
`` You are n't going to believe this!''
I frowned. This did n't sound like mortal danger to me. Right now, I was hard pressed to come up with something that could be more important than the dream I had just been having. It was the one with the space-nymphs and everything...
A shuffling sound came through the speakers.
A pause.
`` I've decided to become a science fiction author!''
I raised one eyebrow, and then the other followed. Aaron was a janitor at the Omega Facility. It was mostly a place where TerraPhorm sent their interns for video programming, along with some ad-hoc conference rooms rented out to the smaller, more creative enterprises.
Aaron did little more than push displays and chairs around the meeting rooms, and occasionally shoo stargazers off the roof at night.
`` Now wait, before you say anything... I know nobody reads anymore, but...'' he paused for effect as a grin made its way across his face. `` I've found people who write!''
I puzzled over this. Reading had been all but lost lost for centuries now. There were but few now who could do it, mostly monks. And most monks did not think to modify or extend the scripture that had been passed down. Their task was merely to preserve it, and then pass it down some more.
There were a curious few who tried learning to read, out of a vague sense that they were missing out on knowledge or stories which had never been liberated from that strange ancient medium. But learning to read was difficult! There did n't seem to be much in the way of consistency in the writing systems. Just when you thought you had it figured out, another exception would pop up. It was widely considered a superhuman task.
`` Yes, they write! And they read too! They help each other write! Can you believe it?''
I wondered how I could have lived my whole life never having heard of this, or even having considered it. I wondered what countless other things were lurking just beyond the threshold of my awareness.
`` They're called the Writing Prompts! Over on the Earth Net Archive. Dusty old place called Read It.'' He laughed.
--'' Writing Prompts...'' I mouthed. I had heard of this Read It place. Supposedly it was once the center of the Earth Link. But that was hard to imagine now. How could Read It have been the center, when the Facesphere had always been the center?
`` And I'm sorry for waking you up. But I found a Writing Prompt that was just too perfect to pass by!''
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Thanks for reading!
This is my first time doing creative writing again in many years.
This year I decided to start writing fiction, and I thought what better way to kick it off than with a writing prompt!
Best wishes
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[ WP ] In an alternate world , a well-functioning society of zombies face an outbreak of humans .
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Fast, agile beasts, their bodies seemed to respond with the speed of thought. They were demons from our holy book brought to life, and until this moment, I had not believed in them. Dad forced us to take shelter in our small attic, and from here, we watched a swarm of humanity butcher our neighbors. Their voices were higher pitched than ours, their soft, ruddy faces revealing madness as they systematically kicked down doors to murder zombies I had known my whole life. My mom's body lay in our driveway like a broken doll, a smear of brain on the pavement.
My little sister covered her eyes with a whimper, and climbed into an old cedar chest as our neighbor ’ s house burst into flame. I wanted to comfort her but didn ’ t know how. Maybe I could do that by killing as many humans as possible. Dad loaded the shotgun and passed the small revolver to me. Five rounds left. Dad had used the sixth to avenge mom downstairs.
“ Remember son, they may be fast, but they ’ re vulnerable. You don ’ t have to shoot them in the head. Just like any other beast, they need their hearts to survive. Aim for the chest and they ’ ll go down. ” He pumped the shotgun and pointed it at the locked attic door. “ You can hurt them with a leg shot, but it won ’ t kill. ”
I heard commotion downstairs. Humans battering down our door. I heard their high-pitched voices, the rapid sounds of their pounding feet. Dad and I took aim.
“ I love you, son, ” he whispered.
“ Love you too. ”
“ Don ’ t come out of that chest, munchkin, ” he said over his shoulder to my sister. “ No matter what you hear. ”
“ I won ’ t let them hurt her, ” I said, halfway believing it.
Their footsteps pounded on our stairs. I no longer heard screams outside, no longer smelled the smoke or felt the flames. All my focus was directed on the flimsy attic door, and the silly bolt I used to lock out the world. I ’ d installed it without permission, earning a fierce spanking and grounding when dad got home that night. Now it was the only thing protecting us from the human apocalypse.
The door shuddered, a hard strike from the other side. It sounded like a dozen humans had gathered at the top of the stairs. Dad pulled me back, his lifeless eyes locking with mine. “ Get in the chest with your sister. ”
I stared at him. “ What? ”
“ Don ’ t argue, ” He growled, throwing back the lid. “ There ’ s too many of them. ” My sister ’ s terrified face lifted, her black eyes huge against her cadaver-like skin. Patches of blonde hair clung to her scabby scalp. The door shuddered but did not break. “ Do what you said, and protect her. Don ’ t come out until it ’ s over. ” He forced me inside. “ It ’ s alright. I ’ m going to be with your mother. ” He thrust the shotgun in with us, and slammed the lid shut.
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[ WP ] Humanity discovers time travel , but it can only be done once . You are the traveller , you have your instructions and have just arrived at your destination .
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*This is n't very dignified*, Jones thought, as he crouched under the desk. It somehow felt less dignified than the moment he had come screaming into the past - the *present* - and immediately thrown up the remains of his breakfast onto the supply closet floor. He could still taste the acid at the back of his throat.
Outside the frosted-glass walls of the office, the corridor was slowly becoming busier. When he had first found his hiding place there was n't a soul to be seen, but he had been crouched for so long now waiting for the elusive Dr. Leibowitz that his thighs were burning. He dared not stand though, any moment now the doctor could step through that door, and he wanted to be ready. His hand went unwilling to his hidden sidearm and checked it was still there for the thousandth time.
He heard the door open, and the noise of the corridor got momentarily louder. For a long few seconds he waited for the door to shut again, and then immediately lurched up, his thighs thankful for the relief. His gun was out and trained on the shocked doctor in an instant.
`` Do n't make a sound,'' Jones said. To his credit, the doctor complied. His only reaction was to raise his arms slowly in the air. He waved his gun toward the chair on the other side of the desk - the visitor's chair - and took the doctor's own leather armchair for himself. For a moment he wondered if that was disrespectful, but then decided he did n't really care.
`` Put your arms down, doctor,'' Jones said quickly, `` we do n't want to make a scene. This will be quick.'' The doctor put on a brave face but the fear was evident in his eyes.
`` What is it that you want? I do n't have anything in my office, and my research is just...''
`` Just theoretical. I know, doctor. Believe me, I know more than most.''
Confusion creased the doctor's brow. `` You must be confused, I have n't published and papers publicly in ten years, and none of my previous work was ever of any importance.''
`` Doctor, I know. Please. I'm not here about that, I'm here about the work you're doing now. The HFM device.''
Confusion gave way to shock. `` What is this? Corporate espionage? Terrorism? It's all kept on private servers... no one could know until it goes public, but that will be months off...''
`` It would have been years, actually. You're going to encounter a few hiccups. That's why I'm here. Doctor, I'm from the future.''
Jones had run through all the possible scenarios for the response Dr. Leibowitz would have when he dropped that bombshell on him; surprise, laughter, fainting, he was prepared for them all. He was n't prepared for the doctor to just stare slack-jawed at him, as he was presently doing. Jones allowed him to process, until finally he responded.
`` What's it like in the future?'' *What's it like? What kind of response is that...? *
`` Urm, that's not important right now, doc. Listen. I ca n't let you continue with your research. It does n't end well.''
`` In what way? Does it result in failure? Death? Is that it? Does it kill people?'' The doctor replied immediately, as if he'd already thought of all the implications of his as-yet unmade HFM device.
`` Not quite. It turns out to be a little... economically infeasible.''
``... what?''
`` Well, the thing is, it turns out, by using your method, we can only travel back in time the *once*. It's not very helpful.''
`` I have realised that myself. There must be a way around that problem though, future generations-''
`` Have tried and failed. Believe me, doctor. It's not feasible. I ca n't begin to tell you the amount of money that has been poured into it over the years. Several successful nations were bankrupted trying to solve the problem. It's a mess.''
`` Wait, wait, hold on...'' the doctor said, the truth dawning on him, `` the world bankrupted itself trying to improve my technology, so now they've used their *one* journey back to send you to try an dissuade me from inventing it in the first place? That's madness... utter madness.''
`` No doctor, it's not madness, it's just capitalism. And one more thing; I'm not here to dissuade you from anything. Our psychologists determined that was unlikely to work in the long run, and the only way my family will receive any money for my sacrifice is for me to solve this problem permanently.''
`` Then what-''
Jones' arm shuddered as he squeezed the trigger twice. His ears rang from the sound. Leibowitz slumped forward in his chair and his forehead landed on the desk with a thump. *Not very dignified. * The world went silent for a moment before shapes could be seen through the frosted glass rushing toward the door. Jones placed the gun in his mouth and squeezed once more as the door opened.
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[ WP ] The end is nigh , and the chosen champions of the gods have assembled to save the world . However , the gods in question are the god of cooking , the goddess of arithmetic , the god of hangovers and the goddess of questionable dairy goods .
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They looked at each other. The tall, slender young man cleared his throat and was the first to speak.
`` I guess introductions are in order. I am Mathew.'' He waved his abacus. `` Champion of Binaria. I can calculate anything.''
The others stared. Next to announce herself was a petite older woman with thick spectacles.
`` Katrina, champion of Ramsay. You name it, I can $ % $ & # @ # cook it.'' At this, she danced a cleaver across the arthritic knuckles of one hand.
A heavyset bearded fellow in a singlet, shorts and bathrobe pinched finger and thumb against the bridge of his nose, looking green. `` Oh mate, please can you keep it down? My head is killing me. Name's Bleary. Champion of... of...'' he turned quickly aside and vomited noisily. `` of Hyurgggh. Master of all things hangover-related. God help me.''
As one they all turned to look at the remaining member of their group.
She blushed prettily, ducking her head so that her blonde bangs hid her face for a moment. When she looked up her watery blue eyes darted this way and that. She smoothed her milkmaid's costume nervously `` Um, I'm Louise, champion of Dodgy. My bailiwick is out-of-code and otherwise suspect dairy goods.''
There was an uncomfortable silence. It became even more uncomfortable.
`` Right,'' said Mathew thoughtfully `` er, listen, Binaria sent me a prophetic dream that we need to save the world, right? So I am sure it'll work, because every time I try and calculate our odds of success it comes out at 100 %'' he looked at them all nervously. `` I'm just not sure how exactly.''
`` Sorry, I ca n't even think straight at the moment.'' muttered Bleary, scratching his three day growth of whiskers with a trembling hand. `` I've had this hangover since I was initiated, twenty years ago.''
The other three winced in unison.
`` How does that work?'' asked Louise uncertainly, breaking the awkward silence. `` I mean, if you have power over everything hangover related, ca n't you...'' She waved one hand in a vaguely mystical gesture.
Bleary stared at her for a moment, then his eyes widened. `` Holy crap,'' he whispered. With a look of amazement on his face he straightened, eyes suddenly no longer bloodshot, skin no longer waxy. `` You're a genius, you are!''
Katerina rolled her eyes behind her thick lenses and sniggered. `` Now you're going to tell us that all the members of your % $ & # $ # @ priesthood laughed behind your ( # & $ % $ # back a lot, right?''
`` Those bastards!'' grunted Bleary, comprehension dawning `` All this time, and they knew I could have done away with it at will!'' he frowned, then a beatific smile spread over his grizzled features.
`` Er, what was that?'' asked Mathew curiously.
`` I just gave them all a midnight kebab special,'' chuckled Bleary `` do n't think they are finding it as funny now that the shoe's on the other foot.''
Louise giggled `` It took me ages to figure out all the ins and outs of my scope,'' she admitted `` but it's a heck of a lot of fun once you have worked it all out!''
`` Truly,'' cackled Katerina, spinning her knife on its tip on the table `` for instance, not only can I make a meal out of % $ & * $ % $ anything, I can cook up ideas. My ex husband never did figure out how much money I made before the divorce.''
Mathew stared at her `` That's... that's so open ended!'' his eyes widened `` That must be it! That must be how we do it - you'cook up' a plan involving all of our specialties!''
They stared at each other, then at Katerina, who grinned maliciously and cracked her knobbly knuckles. `` Let's get started!''
Later it became apparent that a precisely calculated number people who were going to vote for Trump in the elections ended up severely hungover due to eating meals containing virulently fermented dairy products which nevertheless tasted delicious enough to be irresistible.
As a result, Trump lost the election and went into seclusion to meditate on how to best use his fortunes to care for the needy and underprivileged of the world. The end of the world was averted.
Needless to say, Binaria, Ramsay, Hyurgggh and Dodgy were very proud of their champions indeed, and the other gods never made fun of them again. But that's another story.
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[ WP ] Write a fight scene
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The day has finally come. My thoughts go to battle against themselves, a macabre metaphor for the task that awaits. Try as I might to shut out the clamor, I can still hear the roars of the crowd, the percussion of scaled feet drumming against stone.
I draw a thumb over the gleaming emblem of my medallion. My prized possession was also the only possession that my captors allowed me, out of some perverted sense of respect for my past glories.
In desperation, I whisper a plea to whomever might be listening, `` The need is dire. If there was any truth in your promise, now is the time.''
The battlemaster stomps his foot twice, and points his black spear toward the open archway, a low growl emanating from deep within his chest. I allow myself a moment of defiant eye contact, memorizing every ugly feature of my true enemy. The scaled creature flexed his bulk of muscles inviting, no welcoming, any threat.
I pick up my spear and purposefully stride out into the sunlight of the amphitheater, flanked by two heavily armed finishers. The roar of the crowd surges upward at my entry, barely even heard over the storm surging within my own head.
Across the arena stands my opponent for the day. Kor is the best human fighter I have ever seen. He even rivals the skill of The Soulless, though no human could match their cruel efficiency with a weapon. I know that today I die. I can not bring myself to kill my best friend, assuming I even posses the ability. I suppose there are worse ways to die than in combat with a brother warrior.
The Soulless finishers prod me forward with threatening growls. I raise my spear and begin my approach, heart hammering in my chest. Kor begins his approach, his twin short swords at the ready, his face unreadable. Our paces quicken, the short distance between us seems to close at a crawling speed as the battle trance begins to take hold.
I am the first to strike. Training dictates that I keep my enemy at a distance, where my spear is deadliest, and where I am out beyond the range of his attacks. Kor dodges and parries easily as he trieds to find a gap in my repeated strikes and feints.
He is frightfully efficient and shows tremendous patience. I try several off balance stabs, intentionally showing him a weakness in my defense, hoping that he will turn to the offensive under my terms. He does not. I begin to tire. My spear grows heavier in my hands the longer the battle draws on. Kor knows this. I am undone.
I falter for just a moment. Driving my spear point high, aiming for a soft spot just below the right shoulder. Kor ducks and weaves, slashing my spear aside and driving his weight into the center of my chest. The force throws me from my feet, toppling me onto my back as my spear slips from my fingers.
Kor roars in fury as he rushes toward me, his swords turned down for a killing stroke. I raise my hands instinctively in an ultimately worthless display of self defense, resolving to die a good death, fighting on until my last breath is spent.
Just as the finishing blow is about to fall, Kor suddenly diverts course and leaps off to the right side, screaming in rage. I push myself quickly to my hands and knees, scrambling to recover my spear.
`` Defensive backs!'' Kor barks as he pulls his his blades from the face of one of the Soulless finishers, his eyes locked on the second. I spin around, my spear at the ready, to face the other two finishers, a gleeful grin split across my face.
So we die together then. We die together. But we die free men.
Edit: Spelling
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[ WP ] Everything we 've been told about the stars is a lie . The field of Astronomy is a fabrication . The truth is a closely guarded secret , and for good reason . As a newly qualified astronomer , inducted into the field , the truth has been revealed to you .
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Dr. Sumner ’ s mouth moved, but I couldn ’ t perceive the sounds it seemed to form. All of those hours spent studying, worrying about student loans, and fretting about employment after graduation. George ’ s open palm connected with my right jaw, and the sound came back, “ Marshall… Marshall? Are you with us. ”
I stammered, “ I think, I think… ” I couldn ’ t form a cogent sentence. 12 years of memories, and close to a life time of belief began to dissolve into whatever substance such things are composed of. “ I think, I need you to prove to me that what you are saying is true. I can not go down this path. I won ’ t abandon a lifetime of education on the basis of your words. I must see proof! ”
“ I chose you because you ’ re an empiricist Felix! ” Dr. Sumner exclaimed. “ The proof you need is in your very own body, but I can make it easier for you to understand. Look through this lens at your left hand. “
I held the strange green monocle to my right eye, and looked down towards my left hand. All of a sudden I saw what seemed to be another universe. Multiple clusters of galaxies swirled where moments before my pasty left hand rested in the cold air of the lab. The vastness of what I saw gave me vertigo, and I fell backward onto cement flooring.
“ What did I just see Dr. Sumner? Is that where they live? Can someone peer into our universe the same way I just looked into there ’ s? ”
Doctor Sumner paused and then nodded, “ Young man, we do not understand the depth of this system, nor can we determine its outer limits. We have communicated with entities that reside within many humans and animals. Our instruments have determined that these entities live within the protein coating of hostile cells we commonly refer to as viruses. It would seem we are no different. Our existence may portend the death of the host we call the universe; just as the existence of these communications reveal that countless smaller life forms work towards the death of us all. ”
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[ WP ] The dead have come back to life across the world , but they 're not here to eat us . They 're all fleeing from something terrible in the afterlife .
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The day finally came. Proof that evil can die my mother-in-law finally died she's been threatening us for 20 years `` you'll be sorry when I'm dead''. Sure I'm feel bad for my wife but even she is n't that broken up about it. she knows how cruel and manipulative she was.She was so evil her husband was too afraid to runaway. On news of her death I could swear he was about to break into a jig. But then it happen one at a time at first then in massive waves covering the earth in ghosts. Then i heard a voice i have n't heard in decades.
`` Raisedbydog your all grown up now I have been gone a while'' my grandfather said.
`` Grandpa your back from the other side did you bring me anything. `` I said while reverted back to the mindset of a ten year.'' My grandfather said in a sad voice `` something evil is on the side scaring away all the spirits back here''. In the most serious tone I could muster I asked him
`` is she about 5ft 5in 160 pounds big hair loud as hell `` my grandfather looked a me aghast `` and her name would n't happen to be Catherine.'' grandfather replied with fear in his voice `` yes how did you know.''
I told him `` She's my mother in law''
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[ CW ] Start your story with a sentence that is genuinely happy and upbeat , no double meanings . End it with the same sentence , but this time it 's chilling , dark , horrifying etc .
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The sun is shining and the birds are singing. My mommy said I need to acknowledge beauty when I see it. I am wearing the white dress she bought special for me because first days only happen once.
The sun is hot on the back of my neck, but I walk anyways. My nice teacher said I could take the bus, but I told her I liked walking so that ’ s what I did. Ten blocks are easy for someone like me. Even my cousin could walk ten blocks and he ’ s barely a kid yet.
I remembered the things my mommy told me. I remembered how nice a smile looks especially when you really need one.
My dress is gone. It makes me sad because I loved it, but it makes me sadder because I ’ m still wearing it even though I can ’ t see it. I see some things. I see the black and shiny car like a pair of my daddy ’ s dress shoes. I see a nice row of teeth, but I don ’ t see the sun anymore.
It ’ s cold where I am. The walls are drippy and the floor is dirty. I used to ask him about the weather, but it made him angry. He does bad things to me when he ’ s angry so I don ’ t ask him anymore. My mommy would say I ’ m too little to know what bad things are, but I don ’ t feel too little anymore. He presses something into me and it doesn ’ t hurt like I thought it would.
The sun is shining and the birds are singing. My mommy said I need to acknowledge beauty when I see it. I am wearing the white dress she bought special for me because first days only happen once.
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[ WP ] One day on a crowded beach you find a message in a bottle . It reads , `` I 'm so sorry to have done this to you . '' You look up and the beach is empty . You are alone .
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Life was good, people were trouble. Jack did n't know when he had started to see the road he traveled separate from the others that walked it. Maybe when he had stopped drinking. but it seemed a good thing that he had.
No one could find happiness in someone else's happiness, and jack felt free from the baggage people had bestowed on him. It was all behind him. But now, he was on a packed beach holding lots of bags belonging to Leslie containing who knows what because all he had seen her actually take out of it was makeup. He hoped he was not lugging around bags full of just makeup, but conceded that no matter how unlikely this was he would do it anyway, because he loved Leslie.
Leslie had come to him after he had won her heart from another in a battle of the ages in which all deceitfulness and horribleness could only be excused with the phrase `` all is fair in love and war'' and so he had done and so it was. And so jack had done all he could to earn the love he had stolen- Including giving up alcohol. If he was going to take someones girl, he had to be there to take care of her. that was for sure.
`` Im going to go for a swim! are you coming?'' She said
Jack was setting up his beach chair along with his non alcoholic beer, paper, and his wife bags to prop his feet up when she was not looking.
`` as soon as I get some sun first.''
He kissed his girl and he watched her run down the beach into the blue but she disappeared behind the sea of people first. He plopped into the chair and reached for his drink which was out of muscle memory and so missed. Looking he found the bottle laying in the sand. He snatched it up and began to drink. A sting of a familiar taste bit his lips and burnt the back of his throat. But no it could n't be. He looked at the bottle, it looked fine. He continued to drink with the satisfaction that his mind must be playing some kind of trick on him for him to feel this way and that he could enjoy the pleasure of the thing he was not meant to have without any consequences.
He stared slowly out at the sea and through the molasses of this wonderful memory an idea hit him-he could go to the tiki bar and get more! How easy this was, he did n't know what he was so worried about, he could easily handle a little alcohol. He asked the bar tender to pour it in his bottle so his wife would not see and the bar tender ignored him and filled it in a normal glass in which jack proceeded to empty into his own bottle of non alcoholic beer-even if it was sloppy.
later, when he realized he was staring at the bottle he turned through the dark sky, something moved behind the glass. something was at the bottom of it-this made him chuckle. He turned the bottle over as there was nothing left to waste but it just clunked around inside. He broke the bottle and out fell a small circular tin. He picked it up and twisted the cap off. Inside was a note. It said `` sorry to have done this to you''
Jack looked at it, and thought long and hard and said `` did what? I feel great''. He looked up at the water from his plastic chair in the sand, he was all alone, and he was happy, nothing or no one could hurt him. Life was good, people were trouble. Jack did n't know when he had started to see the road he traveled as separate from the others that walked it, but it felt good that he did.
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The world is ________ . [ WP ]
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`` The world is yours.''
He gestures to the large blue-green planet. I had been unable to take my eyes of Him, but manage to look back at Earth. I begin to speak, but He cuts me off.
`` You want to ask me why I chose you again. There are some questions that do n't have definite answers. The why in this case has never been important.''
`` I just do n't understand. I mean, I'm not even sure this is real.''
`` Understanding will come with time. There's nothing I can say that will make this burden easier. You will decide what needs to be done, just as I had to, just as my predecessor did, going back first Keeper.''
I pause to consider his words. By habit, I look down at my feet hovering just above the surface of the moon. No dream had ever felt like this.
`` So where will you go?''
`` I will try to answer some of those questions. Truth is the only thing I still cherish.''
`` Is that why you chose me? Because I value honesty?''
For the first time, He smiled. His eyes shimmered with a sense of regret and understanding.
`` What you value at this moment can only tell a fraction of who you are and what you might become.''
Speechless, I stare out at Earth, trying to appreciate the situation.
`` I'll leave you with that, as there is n't much else to say.''
I nod. Unsure, of how to respond to all of what He said
`` Goodbye, Adam.''
With that, He turned away from me and began to move into the vast expanse of black.
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[ WP ] Would you rather be killed by someone who hates you , or someone who loves you ?
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From behind my head I hear the click of the pistol poised to shoot right through my brain. The gun, held but my good pal and five year neighbor Detective Johnson. Considering how he acts, his name is perfect for him. Calling him a dick is an understatement. But I ca n't say I ever expected him to go this far.
So here's the story. So my wife and I moved in next to Johnson and his family, which included his bombshell wife and two daughters. From day one I knew Dick and I would never see eye to eye. Whether it be about political beliefs or who's dog shit in who's yard. But his wife seemed perfectly normal. I never got why she would marry a dickhead like him, but I thought there must be some reason. And one night I would find out what that reason was.
It was my son ’ s best friends birthday party that night so my wife had taken him there while I stayed home. I watched TV until I heard a knock at the door.
It was her, and she was crying. So I let her inside and make her some coffee.
“ What's wrong? ” I asked her.
Through heavily sniffling she told me that they were having money problems, and that they had gotten into an argument where he threatened to leave her.
Being a good friend I comforted her. But over time the mood had changed. She began to complain about how “ he was n't satisfying her ”.
I'll spare you the details about what happened in the bedroom. But almost as soon as she left my wife came home. I felt horrible, but even worse, we did it again, and again, and again. For some reason I found myself enjoying it. I'm the scum of humanity I know.
But apparently the lovely Mrs. Johnson ca n't keep a secret when drunk, and now I have a gun to my head. But I've accepted dying today. What I have n't accepted however, is dying by my asshole neighbor. He prepares himself to shoot, then before he can pull the trigger I feel a flash.
I awake with labored breathing. A dream? That's what it was, a dream. Just a dream fueled by guilt.
“ Maybe I should tell Emily about it tomorrow. ”
“ Tell Emily about what? Your affair with the bitch next door? ”
“ Shitshitshitshitshit ”
I turn to be greeted with a cold metal tip placed firmly on my forehead.
“ Emily? What the hell are you doing? ”
“ What I should of done as soon as I found out about you and that sleaze. ”
I hear that familiar clicking noise once again, but I feel at peace. At least it is n't Dick Dick behind the trigger.
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[ WP ] An atheist 's effort to console a dying Christian child .
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The child's eyes bore into hers, as a cough escaped his lips. He looked so feeble sitting there at death's door. There was no way to help this poor child.
`` Shh, you're okay, you'll be okay,'' she knew she was lying, but what was she supposed to say?
`` I'll be okay. How can-'' another rattling cough- `` you say that?''
`` Because I love you,'' her heart swelled with sadness. This child -- her own child -- was about to die, and she could n't console him.
`` Mom,'' he sighed, frowning, `` you ca n't just say I'll be okay. You don't- do n't believe it.''
`` Of course I do.'' She stroked his hair, trying desperately to comfort him.
`` I'm going to die,'' he said, a tear leaking out his eye, `` and you ca n't even tell me I'm going to Heaven.''
Her brow furrowed, and she kept stroking his head. `` Honey, you can believe --''
`` But how can I believe it?'' He yelled with a sudden burst of energy. `` How can I stick to something if my own mom does n't even have the heart to tell me it's true?''
`` Shh, shh, lay down. Save your strength.''
He obeyed, laying back down. His breathing was ragged, his heartbeat uneven. He had five minutes left, if that. He could n't go on much longer.
`` Colin, I love you very much,'' his mother said, gripping his hand. She bit her lip as hot, ugly tears ran down her cheeks. `` And I just do n't think someone as perfect and loving and gentle as you could go without an afterlife.''
He closed his eyes, fighting back the pain that came with his death. They had given him morphine a while ago, but it had worn off, and his nerves stung, begging for more of the drug.
`` Maybe there is n't a God, or a Buddha, or an Allah, but there has to be something, right?''
He nodded with the little strength he had left. His mother's heart tore in half, but she had to keep going.
`` Maybe you'll go to Heaven. Maybe you'l be reincarnated as an animal. Maybe you'' ll be a star.''
`` You think I could be a star?'' his first smile in months crept onto his lips. She was both heartbroken and joyful at the same time. Her son was happy.
`` The brightest one in the sky.''
His grin widened, and his mother kissed his forehead. A tear slipped onto his head, and he just kept smiling.
`` Do n't cry about me. I'm gon na be a star!''
`` That's right, honey.'' She took a deep breath.
His heart rate slowed to barely even beating, and with a last, struggling breath, he croaked, `` Bye, Mommy.''
`` Goodbye, Colin,'' she said, squeezing his hand tight. the moniter beeped, signaling the end of his life. Quiet sobs ran out of her body, and a few minuts later a nurse rushed her out of the room.
`` I'm sorry, it's time to go now.''
She nodded, understanding. She walked slowly to her car, and she looked up at the sky. She saw the North star, shining brighter than any of the other stars.
`` Goodnight, Colin,'' she whispered, and started her car engine.
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[ WP ] Riding the subway between stations , you and the other passengers gradually begin to realise that you 're never going to arrive at the next station .
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*'' Ladies and gentlemen because of delays we may not arrive at the next stop for another half hour or so. `` * Said the loudspeaker.
Everyone in the subway car groaned in despair. `` You said that 45 minuets ago!'' yelled one man. `` I need to get home to my kids!'' shouted another woman. A few children were on the verge of crying, but not just because of the delays. The ride started over two hours ago and ever since, the temperature has steadily increased until the passengers were baking.
A guy in his mid-twenties stood up and went to the door that separated the conductor from the rest of them. `` This has gone on long enough. Either open the doors at the very next platform or I storm in there and drive this bitch myself!'' Others shouted their agreement and went to rally with him.
The speaker came on again. *'' Please my passengers, remain calm. The air conditioning will begin working again momentarily, but for the moment please take your seats and have patience until we arrive. `` *
`` And when will that be, a hour? Two?!'' He kicked the door. `` Let us out of here!''
`` Screaming wo n't help you.'' Came a soft voice from the back of the car.
The man turned around. `` Who said that?''
A woman stood up. `` I did.'' She pushed her hair out of her face and looked at the man. `` Yelling is n't going to get us out of here faster.''
`` You mean to tell me you are n't angry about this in the least.'' He took a step towards her. `` You want to just sit back and get screwed over because of some incompetent fools mistakes? Fuck that.''
She looked at him calmly. `` What's your name?''
`` My wha- why do you-''
`` What is. Your. Name?''
This time he really looked at her face. She had pretty features. He blushed before saying, `` Ralph Danfield.''
`` Well Ralph, just think about it. The conductor is already under pressure. If the AC is out, most likely are some other functions, possibly some that control the subway. He has to deal with rowdy assholes like you bunch threating him when he's already probably already lost his job due to this predicament. He basically has nothing to lose at this point so why not just sit down, shut the hell up and think for a goddamn minute before taking up arms.''
The color drained from Ralph's face and the train became a deadly sort of quiet. `` W-well I can't-''
`` Ca n't follow simple directions, obviously. Should I dumb it down for you?'' She smiled slyly.
`` Listen lady, I dunno what you think this is but this is an outrage and we need to do something about it.''
`` Like what? Say you do get into the control room, you'll stop the train? Mister white knight, do you know how to drive a train, because one wrong button could kill all of us.''
`` Yeah but what if the conductor has us here for a shitload more time, or takes us somewhere where no one can find us?'' Ralph was gaining his courage again. `` I should have been home a long time ago, watching television and hanging out with my buddy. Instead I'm stuck here packed in a sardine can with a bunch of other people, rocketing on a train going god knows where. I mean, look we're almost flying off the rails.''
Everyone suddenly found an interest in the windows to see that Ralph was right. The walls were blurring past them. It had gone from the smooth vastness of subway underground to a rocky cave surrounding them closely. Some strained, but they could see no ending in sight, only a darkness.
`` Where the hell are we going?'' Someone exclaimed.
`` That's just where.'' The woman smiled cruelly. `` Hell.''
Everyone felt their heart drop. Ralph spoke up again. `` What do you....'' He thought for a moment. `` What is your name, lady?''
`` I go by many names.'' She started. `` Beelzebub, the devil. I personally prefer Lucifer.''
`` Bu-but youre a woman. The devils a man.'' A deep voiced man spoke up.
She sighed. `` Honestly that old storybook was written thousands of years ago, it is so pitiful how you mortals cling to it with such ferocity. Do you really think that Almighty would just leave his diary around for you to pick it up and fight over? Just about all of your beliefs are false, hate to break it to you. Wait, no I do n't.'' She laughed.
`` This is bullshit!'' Ralph spoke up again. `` You're lying, we are going to fix this train and get the fuck out of here.''
`` I'm tired of your voice. Know your place you pitiful blight.'' Lucifer raised her hand and motioned towards Ralph. She slowly made her hand into a fist.
`` What are-'' Was all he managed before his voice cut off and he became mute. His face contorted in anger and he tried to scream to no avail.
`` Ahh, much better.'' She shimmered and suddenly in place of her street attire, Lucifer was wearing a menacing glossy black suit, her hair flowing loosely past her shoulders.
One of the people who had rallied with Ralph went to his knees and crawled until his head was near Lucifer's foot. `` Oh mighty devil, please forgive my sins. Do n't take me to hell, I beg of you, please...''
She looked to him in disgust. `` Its too late now, cretin.'' She put her foot on his head and pushed him away. `` Listen all of you. You bastards are all here because you deserve to be here. None of you are here by chance, even the kids. You are all genuinely terrible people. Not so simple as'I fucked my best friends spouse', but Tammy that's part of the reason you're here. No, you all are pond scum who do n't give two shits about anyone else and make life bad for anyone who has the misfortune of knowing you.'' She paused, enjoying their scared faces. `` The Big Guy upstairs only told me to give you all a bit of a scare so it is n't your time yet, you will still be alive when you get out. But that's the thing. *When. *'' She smiled.
Someone piped up. `` How will we know when-''
`` You wo n't. It might be days, months, years. Perhaps a century or two. If you were worried about the election, do n't be, it's out of your hands now.'' She looked all of them in the eye before continuing. She saw realization sink into each of them. She smiled. `` Now without further ado. Welcome to Hell.''
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You live in a village with 365 people whose birthdays are for each day of the year . If a baby is born , the village votes to kill the baby or the villager with the same birthday . Your wife gave birth to your son on the tribe chieftain 's birthday . [ WP ]
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Thunder cracked as the rain poured down from the heavens. He looked up to the sky. Every normal father would have felt happiness at his son ’ s birth. But he did not. All he could feel was sadness as he watched the dark skies conjure a storm. His tribe believed that the storms were, in fact, the souls of their angry ancestors, killed before their time had come. And his son would be joining them today. Of that he was sure.
The little boy had been born just a few minutes before midnight. His wife had been holding on to the child, trying to ignore the contractions and keep it within her for just a few more hours, but to no avail. The child shared his birthday with their great chief, and the child ’ s mother was heartbroken.
He hated the rules of his tribe. He loathed them. And yet, as a warrior, he also fought for them and defended them. Because he knew that out in the jungle, a certain death awaited. Staying with the tribe and accepting their rules was the only chance of survival. Even if those rules decreed that no person might share their birthday with another. When a child was born, the elders gathered and voted for the life that was to be spared. Usually, the newborns would be spared, but warriors would be favoured above a newborn. And their chief was the greatest warrior the tribe had ever seen. Their son stood no chance.
All that was left now were the few hours that they could spend together. He was clinging to them. His wife was sitting in the door opening, the newborn clasped in her arms. He sat on the porch, beneath him the roaring of the river as the waves swallowed the rain and grew to monstrous heights. What was supposed to be a moment of loving warmth was instead a moment of cold and fear.
His name was called in the distance. The village was in danger; the jungle had once again come to swallow it. But he didn ’ t care much for big heroic deeds. What purpose did his deeds serve, if he would never have a son that would hear of his stories?
He glanced towards his wife. She was still exhausted and in shock. No words came from her lips. Her beautiful face was cold and her lips had turned blue. And yet she sat there, in the door opening, with her child held tightly in her cold arms.
How much time had passed? He didn ’ t know. And he didn ’ t want to know. Time seemed to be on a standstill, and he enjoyed every moment of it. The roaring waves and the cracking thunder. The anger of their ancestors, coursing through nature – he could feel it in his veins. It swallowed every sound in existence, every motion around him, and every living soul. He watched a house crumble in the floods and saw the fear in the eyes of those who drifted by. But here he was – safe and sound, with his newborn son by his side.
But hurricanes have eyes, just like the ancestors. They see everything: even the warrior and his dead wife, who are clinging to the sins they have committed. However soothing one may find a storm to be; humans will never find true peace in its death invoking power. It ’ s the eye of the hurricane that brings forth a glimpse of serenity, of relieve and a brief moment of eternity.
That brief moment of eternity was all the chieftain needed to sweep the baby from its mothers corps and to throw it in the waves. The warrior didn ’ t even fight. He had given up long ago. He watched his son as he joined his ancestors. There, he saw his beloved wife. And in the blink of a moment, he chose to join that eternal chaos of swelling souls, just before the storm would calm done and capsize. The ancestors rage was calmed once again. But it would surely flare up once more, the next time a baby was born.
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[ WP ] Deodorant and perfume were invented long ago to suppress people 's innate ability to ( insert ability ) . The catch is that one needs to be free of them for 365 days to regain his powers . You 're trying to do this ...
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Wings? You're kidding me. Wings? Since the fuck have women had wings? Carol, I come over here to convince you to get rid of all this junk, have a shower and give yourself a fucking wash but I come here and you're standing in literal shit with fucking wings? What the fuck? Why the fuck would a fat bitch like you do with wings? Do n't leave, please, I did n't mean anything by it! I'm just, y'know, fucking surprised by your big fucking wings. Holy shit what a day. Where are you going? Come back! You're in the air! Come down now, this is fucking surreal. What do you mean you're stuck? You ca n't come down? What's the fucking use of wings if you ca n't land?
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[ WP ] For one day , absolutely nothing newsworthy or noteworthy happens .
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Nothing to See Here
No news, no debating
No war and no scandals
It's all just to boring
No, this I ca n't handle!
Awoke from my sleep
I did with a fright
The darkest of nightmares
Came to me last night.
I moved to my chair
And logged in to reddit
This horrible dream,
I had to forget it!
But not to be so,
Oh no.
Nothing to see here
In r/chickswithdicks
Nothing to see here
In r/politics.
Nothing to see here
In r/shittylifeprotips
Nothing to see here
In r/ships.
Nothing to see here
In r/worldnews
Nothing to see here
In r/oldschoolcool.
Nothing to see here
In r/The_Donald
But wait!
I see!
News lays in its lacking!
For today journalism
Needs not a hero
As the Muslim terror counter
Ticked One from Zero.
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[ WP ] How a Hot Pocket destroyed the world .
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The room was silent. Tension traveled through the auditorium, dancing with the cigarette smoke that rose from the rows of workstations. John Crawford sat in the back of the auditorium behind the Flight Controller ’ s desk. Avoiding the watchful eyes, he grabbed a brush from desk drawer, and began cleaning out his pipe. *Something's wrong. *
*******
“ Why isn ’ t he saying anything, God damnit?! The procedure was suppose to start five minutes ago! ” John twisted the pipe around in his mouth, a habitual act of annoyance.
“ He said he was grabbing a snack. Keep in mind sir, this is a long and demanding procedure. We want him to be as alert as possible. ” Flight Surgeons always put the safety of the astronaut over the mission objective, and John always felt that they were over-cautious. The astronaut was a veteran of the space program. That ’ s why he was picked for this mission. *Surely someone like Butler can execute this mission without being babied. *
An hour earlier, Mission Control had been quite a bit louder. John was on his way to winning a hundred dollars from his longtime friend and colleague Bruce Thompson, the Flight Surgeon on duty. John had always been a fan of the Packers, admiring the leadership of Vince Lombardi that he tried to emulate at Mission Control. John was annoyed to learn that the procedure would happen during the Super Bowl, and had requested the game be projected onto the large screen in the front of the auditorium.
“ I ’ ll tell ya, Bruce, Bart Starr has a fire under his ass tonight, and believe me, I ’ m as surprised as you are. ” Unlike his admiration for Lombardi, John was not a fan of Starr, mostly because Starr consistently beat his alma mater while at Alabama.
“ I don ’ t know, Crawford, I ’ ve got a good feeling about the Chiefs Tonight. ” Bruce always had a feeling about something, and the smart money always bet against his feelings.
John squinted across the hazy room to check the clock. The procedure was suppose to take place at 9:00 pm. Glancing back at the game, he figured he ’ d be a hundred dollars richer before it was time to get to work. As he reached into his drawer and fumbled for his pipe, a small gasp came from the left side of the room. *Looks like Bruce is starting to feel that wallet get a little lighter. Was it another interception? * Finally finding the old pipe, he glanced up to find that the game wasn ’ t on the screen anymore. The only sound that could be heard was the beeping from the communications desk indicating that a solid connection was still established between Mission Control and the spacecraft.
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When NASA executives saw the first images and telemetry information for the approaching asteroid, they knew that Sean Butler was the only astronaut they could count on. After a closed-door meeting with President Johnson, NASA began it ’ s plan to divert the asteroid. While this was a classified mission, words like “ apocalypse ” and “ life-threatening ” spread through NASA headquarters like wildfire. The plan was the send Butler into high-Earth orbit in a Saturn V rocket that was originally slated to take 3 astronauts to the Moon on the Apollo 11 mission. The extra fuel that would remain was diverted into a makeshift missile that was attached on top of the rocket. With the assistance of telemetry experts at Mission Control, Butler would launch the missile into the asteroid, knocking it ’ s path well wide of the planet. The first phase of the mission went as planned, and Butler began orbiting the vulnerable planet waiting on the go from Mission Control.
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The “ Go ” call came at the expected time. The rocket was aligned, the missile was fueled and ready for Butler to save the world. He floated motionlessly, eyes fixated on the Earth. White streaks were painted across a blue and green canvas that floated drifted through the dark void that surrounded it. Sean thought it was beautiful. A tear rolled down his face, rolling down the cracks of the newly formed burns on his lips. *I look down on everything that is, ever was, and ever will be. Everyone I ’ ve ever loved, hated, passed by… They're all down there, about to die. *
“ All right Sean, grab something to eat, expect a “ go ” in 5 minutes, over. ”
Removing the headset, Sean floated to the storage shelf and grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on.
“ Jesus *Christ*, they get cheaper each year…and what is this?! Ham and Cheese?! The worst! ” Sean opened the microwave and flung the frozen brick of what would be an underwhelming snack. It didn ’ t have the dramatic effect he was going for. The Hot Pocket tumbled lazily though the air and bounced off the back wall of the microwave. *The box says two minutes, so I should have enough time. * He programmed the microwave to heat the Hot Pocket as recommended.
*2 more minutes, and I ’ ll be a hero. * He grabbed the Hot pocket, a task that was complicated by the thick gloves he wore. Sean Butler took a look through the left window at home, then through the right window at potential doom, then bit down.
The pain was instant as molten cheese burst over his lips. It was the worst pain Sean had felt in his life, but it was only momentary. The pain caused him to bite harder, and suddenly a chilling sensation crept through his body as he pierced the frozen ham and cheese core with his teeth. The pain was gone, but so was all the other sensations.
Sean floated silently, unable to move, and unable to speak. The only thing he could do was look down upon the Earth as the dark object dwarfed the moon as it crept across the windows of the cockpit, closer to home. Sean watched as the beautiful greens and blues of the Earth turned to red and black as a glob of cheese floated in front of him, blocking the hellish view.
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[ WP ] After washing the blood off your hands , you light a cigarette at the edge of your bed in the motel bedroom .
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It stays under your fingernails. No matter how hard you scrub, your hands are shaking too much to dig out the remnants that only seem to push further into your body the more you fumble to scrape it out. I moved in a daze across the musty room, sitting with an exasperated sigh on the scratchy floral bedspread that defined this cheap motel, wondering idly if we both were under a blacklight, how we'd glow in unison. I took my boots off, the cigarette I'd plucked from the crumpled pack dangling from my lips, only held by the stickiness of my saliva as I bent to untie my shoes.
They were speckled with crimson, I'd have to clean them, or toss them, but neither was happening right now. My feet ached, throbbing in relief from being freed from the confines of leather and wool, stripping my socks off and tossing them haphazardly onto the floor, flexing my toes as they cracked with the effort.
I flicked the lighter - once, twice, three times before the spark caught and produced a usable flame. I sucked in, inhaling, using the smoke as oxygen, knowing somewhere in the back of my head it was killing me with each breath that pulled cancer instead of air, but in this moment I was preoccupied with the idea that I deserved a death much quicker, and with much more violence than this habit would afford.
I found the remote on the bedside table. Some things are always predictable. Hotels will put the remote within reach, life will continue, people will die. I hit the red button at the top and turned the volume up. It did n't matter what blared from the black box, only that it would be my companion to ward off the silence that threatened me more than anything else. I let out a half-hearted chuckle as I considered that was how most of my relationships went - it did n't matter what they said, so long as they were there to keep me company when singularity was unbearable.
I scraped my thumbnail over my bottom lip, the cigarette still burning, still sending off soft tendrils of smoke while it waited for attention from me. I'd hoped it would calm my nerves, but truly the only thing that worked was time and putting enough distance between me and the kill site.
That is, until that gnawing starts in again and wo n't be quieted no matter what I do. As much as I do n't need it now, that is how I crave it when that emptiness becomes apparent. I'm preoccupied with it, I can not starve it, can not wait it out, can not hope that by some miracle I will change and suddenly stop destroying.
I'd destroy myself if I could, but I must be selfish. My mind, body, and spirit persevere; have such an instinct of self-preservation that even thoughts of killing myself to spare the world in moments of clarity are dismissed as I go on living my life, unaware even to myself of the depths of my depravity as I go to work and blend in. At times I can convince myself I'm normal.
Now, though, I wish to be rid of it, to delve back into the warmth of that first kill, like coming home, like sinking into a warm bath, like being free, like easing a burden I've carried too long. Like sating curiosity and feeling powerful, like all things I can not get any other way, and each one, though I'm compelled to follow through, is such a disappointment, especially now.
I'm alone in a seedy motel, wallpaper peeling at the seams, carpet in dire need of replacing, the bed springs creaking with each minor movement. It's still, quiet, life is extinguished, blood down the drain, forgotten, but always special.
The cigarette burns my fingers as red and blue lights filter in through the translucent curtains. Finally.
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[ WP ] Death meets the first man that can see him .
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Since the dawn of time the only thing I can remember is death. Though, I guess that is a consequence of being it's harbinger.
Since time began, I was appointed the job of ensuring that all beings in this dimension meet their demise, be it timely or not.
It's a lonely line of work, but it's work that needs to be done.
One thing I need to get straight, there are none that can see me. This whole'death appearing before you die' shit is a myth, albeit a relatively accurate one. While I do appear, no one can know it for certain.
I've been personified as a wight in long dark robes wielding a scythe and'harvesting souls'. Do n't get me wrong, I'd love to walk around with a twelve foot scythe swinging it around looking all badass, but it's just not the case.
I'm no different from your own appearance, at least from what I've been told. In reality, I've never seen myself; but that's beyond the point.
The other issue I have, is I'm looked upon like some sort of monster, taking people away from their precious lives. I'm a needed force, without me everything would be stagnant, and unchanging. I bring an end so that beginnings may be born.
You see this here...
The aspect of death reached out a hand, a small black book clasped firmly within it's grasp.
In this book is the name of every individual that has and ever will exist, all I do is open this book, and the page will reveal my next target.
Now I know what you're thinking, how can I be sitting here explaining all this when there are so many people passing away every second? The answer is, I exist out of your dimension, I exist on a dimension far beyond human comprehension. While I'm sitting here, wasting my life away...
The aspect of death let out a chuckle, obviously impressed by his own joke.
While I'm here, I am also there. I am everywhere at once, what you may call omnipotent, but even that word dwarfs the true power behind my being.
A finger slowly pressed itself between the pages, forcing the book open, exposing a page to the cool winter air.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I --
The aspect cut himself off short, his gaze focused intently on the page in front of him. A name was inked across it, no different than always, but what had stolen the aspect's attention was the date. He had been born in the year 1217. He had been born nearly eight hundred years ago. Though a shock, this still was not what caused this silence. Where the date of his death should be, there was a smudge, almost several smudges, as if the date of his death had been inked many times, and erased just as many.
But this was the first time the aspect had encountered it.
`` This can not be...'' It's own thoughts were interrupted as it's speech had been, as the sound of a car coming to a screeching halt cried out below him, the sound of a body being ejected throw the windshield soon followed.
The aspect lowered himself to the ground, and began to pace to the area the body lay. Yet as he approached, the injured human rose up, dusted himself off and reached into his pocket, retrieving a cigarette. Sparking his lighter, the man with long dark hair inhaled deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke and sighing deeply.
`` Impossible!'' The aspect cried out aloud, it's hands shaking in fear. `` You should be dead!''
The long haired man took another puff from his cigarette before turning his head to face the aspect.
`` So, you can finally see me?'' The man questioned the aspect, a childlike grin on his face.
`` You.. you can see me?'' The aspect of death sounded weak, almost scared, an emotion it had never known. `` What do you mean finally?''
`` This is not the first time we've crossed paths, Maveth.'' The man took one last drag of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and extinguishing it with his foot. `` I believe the last time we ran into each other was sixty years ago, a plane crash in the middle of a forest.''
The aspect of death, Maveth as he was called by the Israelites, could recall every person it had taken from this world. It instantly recalled the crash.
`` Everyone died, everyone!'' Maveth screamed, stuck between fury and despair. `` Everyone!'' It's fingers flipped through the book, looking for the page for this event, as it found it, a look of relief decorated it's face, but it was gone just as quickly as it had arrived.
There were many names on this page, but one stood out. The name of the man before him. Once again, the date of his death had been rubbed out.
Maveth crammed the book into the satchel at it's hip. In a fury it bolted to the long haired man, moving it's hand to place it upon his forehead, but he found that he could not make any contact with the man.
Maveth recoiled, and took several steps back.
`` What are you? What foul abomination repels my power, rivaled by only one other being!''
`` You see my name, I am Marcus. As much as I would love to feel your caress and slip away from this world, you simply can not.'' The man started walking down the road, his voice echoing as he shouted at the aspect of death. `` If you truly need an answer, ask that one who holds more power than you. Ask your brother.''
Maveth stood there, it's mind racing like a river, his eyes following the man until he was no longer in sight. It raised it's hands, they were still shaking with fear.
`` What does this man know of my brother...'' It thought to itself. `` What can Anu tell me of this man who defies me...''
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Sorry for spelling or grammar, no time to proofread and edit. Also sorry if I mix pronouns for death, I forgot halfway through it was going to be it instead of masculine.
This story is a tie in with my previous that can be found [ here ] ( http: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/35rx7d/pi_an_immortal_man_who_cannot_be_physically/cr79vf4 )
Enjoy.
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[ WP ] Some time ago you wrote a short ghost story . Now , it 's become an accepted truth and you 've decided to come clean ...
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'Today, I came back to find my diary entry about my sadness right next to my window. I had n't left it there. In fact, when I'd gone for school it'd still been attached to my diary's leather binding. But I know Paul's trying to tell me something. That I *am* truly happy, and I need to throw the sad feelings away.
Yeah, I was 17 and writing a blog about a hot ghost. What did you expect? It was cheese supreme.
Time went on, and I amped it up. We started to get close. He would'protect' me in situations, and I just'knew' it was him. I was a lonely teenager who was a sucker for some paranormal romance. I started to get followers. They would ask a few questions, I would give answers. I loved the attention, and I just soaked it up.
A few months later, I got reblogged by an'encounter' blog. Then things really took off. Before I knew it I had a few thousand followers, and my updates were being anticipated. Turns out there was a huge community following these kinds of deals. They were quick to believe anything because it was *supernatural*. Sometimes I felt I really did n't even have to try.
But after a while, a few other things also began to happen in my life. I left school. I started university. I met a guy. I met more friends. I had less time to make up stories about my ghost boyfriend, and more time to spend with my *real* friends.
So when I kind of just trailed off the blog around a year after I'd started, people began to ask questions. What had happened to the girl from that ghost blog? Had she died? Maybe she'd joined with her ghost buddy in ghost heaven? I do n't know. I realised a lot of the people into those things were just like I were: a little lonely, with a large serving of free time.
So today marks a whole two years since I started that blog. It's got over 29,000 followers. I was featured in a few magazines and websites. I even had a spot in a local writer's festival, although I stuck to the whole act. I'd decided I was going to come clean, and say how it was just a writing experiment. Something for me to flex my writing skills in, and grow as an author. Generic stuff.
That's great and all, but it's not very interesting. So why did I decide to type this all up?
Well, because today marks 7 days since I met Paul. There he was. Exactly, literally exactly how I'd pictured him. Like when you see someone you know you knew, but ca n't put your finger on.
The wavy hair. Deep brown eyes. Even down to the small cheek scar I'd written him getting during a fight before he died. In all the button up check shirt hotness a teenage girl could've wanted.
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[ WP ] You wake up late and rush to make it to your office job downtown . You finally step off of the elevator to find the office completely empty . All the lights and computers are on , coffee is made , but no one is around . You hesitantly sit down at your desk and hit 'LOGIN ' .
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My first instinct, was just to go home again. I could n't recall it being a holiday or anything. The lack of warm bodies unnerved my senses and while I could n't explain my trepidation at logging into my terminal the itch at the back of my skull told me told me that clearly, something was wrong.
A single memo sat silently on the desktop, created precisely when work had begun today and shared on the companies public folder. The name of the memo left me incredulous. I could n't believe that they had actually done it. We had all been working towards it for so long that I did n't think it would actually happen.
In truth I did n't even read the contents of the message, I doubt any of us would have. If I had known that it would happen today I would n't have bothered going home last night. I rushed back to the elevator and turned my key in the switch below the basement button. I adjusted my glasses now slipping on my face as the cable driven car made its decent below the building.
`` pure energy!'' they had said. `` This is n't only what we're working towards but what the whole of humanity is working towards!''
We had all thought it impossible when we first started, but we were all brilliant minds and with all the funding we could have ever hoped for. Whatever we ended up with would have been phenomenal, failure or no. Yet here I was, descending towards the projects core with all of our dreams realized. To think that none of my time was wasted as I had so often though.
The lights in the car flickered though, and my uncertainty returned to me. The reward was great but so was the risk. Was it reliable? how could anyone know for sure? there were so many variables, so many possibilities for anxiety to intrude the logical mind. There was still something wrong, I felt as though I was staring straight down into the depths of the ocean, tormented by writhing, formless shapes.
I snapped out of it as the doors opened onto the subterranean concrete hallway, directions brightly painted onto to drab grey walls. I found myself running now, frantic to see with my own eyes the result of so much labor.
I never imagined it would look so beautiful.
The shimmering black shape adjusted itself to my entrance, almost acknowledging my presence before settling back to its normal geometry. the golden edge of it marked the boundary and as I gazed at its pulsing form. All of the instrumentation said it was still stable. The lab technicians had left the machine running, there would n't be anyone to turn it off if they had all entered already anyways. The field had decayed a bit but it was still within agreeable parameters. I had n't smiled like this in a long time.
I entered the containment chamber and felt the blackness with the tips of my fingers, running them through the ice cold edge of what lay beyond. I still could not believe the complexity of the thing, the beauty in every equation that had lead to this breakthrough. I felt drawn to it like a parent to a child. I wondered if that was what the others felt like.
The fear I felt was no longer affecting me. All I felt was love, and I needed to be with that love, no matter the cost.
I entered the ring, and as my body turned to electric dust I witnessed the incomprehensible, cried out in ignorance, and sank into the whole, dripping into what I would know for all eternity.
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[ WP ] Lots of people sell their souls in a deal with the Devil . You 're the first person to sell their soul in a deal with God .
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> Be me
> ~10 BC
> In the sandy armpit of the world ( Cana )
> Have dead beat mom who sleeps around, pretty sure my `` father'' is n't actually my dad
> I'm pretty much a burnout but she's always saying my leadership skills are good
> At some boring wedding tryna get wasted
> 1 hr in they run out of wine
> good fuckin job incompetent wait staff
> Go to the back of the place to see who the hell is running this
> My mom is back there for no fucking reason
> Says some `` do whatever he tells you to do'' bullshit and leaves like a bitch
> eyes are on me
> nervous sweating
> go to the bathroom to think some stuff out
> pray to Jehova for some booze to ease my miserable painful life
> bigass light comes outa the fucking sky
>'' be still my child''
> all of a sudden I turn into this white guy who's looking all effeminate n shit
> this booming light voice starts calling me his son saying his soul is my soul and my soul is his soul
> light voice goes away
> look down at the shitter pot
> it's fuckin wine
> feelsgood.jpg
> start a club
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[ WP ] You are a woman who 's crash landed on a deserted island . After a few months , you find out you 're pregnant .
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When I realized my period was n't coming anymore, I shrugged it off. I was n't worried. Starvation does that to a person. The body, in order to preserve its energy and resources shuts down on the hormonal cycle. It had happened to the few girls I knew who suffered from anorexia.
In a way I was relieved. It was less of a hassle. Certainly there were n't the comforts and facilities of the modern world to cope with the monthly phenomenon here. I could concentrate on survival period free. And considering the conditions of this island? And the trauma I had gone through? Yeah, it made sense that reproduction was n't my body's top priority anymore.
Only, my body had n't gotten that memo.
It was maybe only a month and a half, two months into my stay on this little stretch of land. I'd fashioned a shelter with parts from the wreckage. I'd located a source of fresh water. I'd even fashioned a spear to fish with. I was considering myself quite the accomplished survivor in the wilderness.
I was actually in the process of dragging logs to build a raft, when the pain struck. At first I thought it was something I'd eaten. God knows I was shoving things into my mouth with the hopes it would n't kill me. But when the diarrhea and vomitting did n't come, and a fresh lance of pain stabbed me in my lower abdomen I realized it could n't be my digestion.
I slid down onto the wet ground, one hand on the pain, the other grasping and twisting in the wet muddy dirt. I could feel the blood drain from my face and my skin grow clammy. Something was seriously wrong. I lay there, trying to get my breathing under control. It was rapid and shallow and the sheer speed was making me lightheaded.
Eventually, the pain subsided and I stood again. Gingerly I tried rolling the log again. The pain was still there, but it was n't the sharp needles anymore. Just a dull phantom ache. I could manage this.
When I reached the beach where I'd started my raft, I noticed that the wet feeling of my pants was n't entirely due to the mud I'd sat in. I looked at them to see dark brown mingling with red. My mind was stupefied. My abdomen still throbbed and it pounded my brain into a pulp. It took me a few panic stricken minutes to connect the dots.
My body had finally gotten the memo that reproduction under these conditions was not feasible. And in the natural order of things, it had terminated my pregnancy itself.
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[ WP ] Instead of asking your destination , your Uber driver asks if you want to have an adventure
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Finally a successful date leads to plans for another. I pick up the bill but stay at the coffee shop for a few more hours just reflecting on how life is finally coming together. I chug the last quarter of my now cold coffee. An Uber is hailed and I walk out to the curb with a hop in my step. How the sun seems a little brighter and the opportunities endless in a state like this. I almost do n't want to go back to my little studio for fear of losing this feeling. My Uber driver asks where to and I say, `` I do n't know, anywhere.'' `` You up for an adventure?'' He asks. `` Exactly what I was thinking.'' I grab some bubblegum from the pack in the back seat. So far this driver is headed for five stars. Though this is a small town so unless we're gon na see some gnarly road kill I do n't know what he has in mind. But I'm on cloud nine so I just let him drive while I stare out in the clouds and think about the future I can have with this girl. It's been so long since I've dug someone this much. I really do n't notice how long we've been driving but the sun is beginning to set. Finally it occurs to me to ask, `` so where were headed.'' `` To slay some dragons,'' he replies. I half pay attention then notice all the stars out tonight, which I have n't bothered to look at in the longest time. And not more than a glance since I was a kid. The constellations appearing more brightly than I've ever seen before. We seem to be driving straight into them. I wonder who this guy is and I look at his profile and people give him high praise for driving so well for a dog. I take a closer look and it's none other than Jake from Adventure Time. Matter fact the whole car is Jake. As we stroll through galaxies and nebula I let the colors pass by as I stare in astonishment. Then a light brighter than I've ever seen before shines before me but I do n't bother shield my eyes. I just allow it all as part of the experience.
Later I find out it was the EMTs making sure I was still alive. Apparently someone left some acid laced gum in the back seat and I went for a ride of a lifetime. My driver was just trying to take a break at a lookout point and smoke a joint. Needless to say that's the last courtesy gum I accepted from the back of an Uber.
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