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[ WP ] While singing gibberish in the shower , you accidentally summon a demon , who then professes an eternity of loyalty for saving it from the doldrums of hell .
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So there I was, jamming hard in the shower. My luscious curls flopped about as I head banged and rocked it out on my air guitar. Hey, go hard or go home, or well... do n't think about it too much. Anyways, there I was, desperately trying to beat box a guitar solo, and suddenly there's this voice from behind me.
`` Good hells, do you actually put this stuff on your body?''
After nearly shitting myself, I whipped around to find a tiny red man hovering in front of my brand new body wash. At this point I do in fact promptly shit myself.
`` Look at what you've done now,'' The little guy tsked, `` Let me just clean that up for you,'' With a flick of his finger the mess I made disappeared.
I tried to respond, but all that I did was open my mouth and let the hot water pour into it.
`` Now, back to this,'' He waved his hand about, `` Garbage that you are rubbing on your skin. Do you have any idea how badly it will dry you out? Now if you do n't mind,'' He flicked his hand again and it turned into some girly crap that probably smelt like lilacs.
`` What did you do that for?'' I finally managed to get some words out, `` Do you know how expensive that stuff is?''
`` A scam, I can assure you,'' A top hat appeared on his head only for him to take it off, `` Now where are my manners, I am Beleth, one of the Lords of Hell.''
I slipped and fell back, slamming my tailbone onto the hard tiles. A liquid started to pool between my legs -I swear it was just water- and began to babble like an idiot.
`` Oh no,'' Beleth sighed, `` Not another one of these again. Please tell me you are n't going to try call a priest to exorcise me. That scenario does n't go well for any of us.''
`` A-are you really a demon?'' I start slowly.
`` Yes, did I not just say that?'' Beleth looked at me confused, `` Are you perhaps not one of the religious types, but in fact just very thick?''
`` That's so awesome,'' I exclaimed as I leapt to my feet, `` Christ Almighty dude, you literally scared the shit out of me.''
`` Yes, well, do you think we can just avoid saying that name, hm?'' He tittered, `` Best not let anyone know I'm out, yes?''
`` Oh totally dude,'' I pat him on the back, my hand about the size of his whole body, `` So like, why are you here though?''
`` You've summoned me,'' Beleth knitted his brow, `` Did you not? It was one of the best renditions of the spell that I've heard in, well, a millennium.''
`` Uh, yeah,'' I brush some of the hair out of my face, `` Like for real, dude.''
`` Well I guess it does n't matter if you meant to summon me or not,'' Beleth sighed through my lie, `` It could n't have come at a better time.''
`` What do you mean, dude?'' I fumble to turn off the shower.
`` Hell is in a frightful state at the moment,'' Beleth despaired, `` The supply of proper sinners has dwindled miserably. All we get now are slack jawed yokels and people who make duck faces for selfies. Not only that, but the date of the Apocalypse keeps getting pushed back further and further. Right now Hell is hellish even for us demons.''
`` That bad, huh?'' I pretended to pay attention while toweling myself off, `` So like, what are you gon na do now that you're here, dude?''
`` In accordance to the summoning contract, I am to serve you for as long as I deem your power can hold me,'' A pocket watch popped into his hand, `` Which I estimate will last for... five seconds ago, actually. Fret not though, for I have a proposition for you.''
`` And that is,'' I pulled on a black skull t-shirt and ripped jeans. Studded leather bands on my wrists completed the look.
`` I will serve you loyally for an eternity, as long as you promise to never send me back there.''
`` Deal,'' I spat on my hand and stuck it out, `` Now I'm about to hit up a bar with my buds, you in?''
Beleth narrowed his eyes, `` You seem to be taking this rather well... Ah,'' He floated back, raising his hands defensively, `` Are you an agent of Heaven, sent here to assassinate me?''
`` Nah, dude,'' I chuckled, `` It's just, you are n't actually all that scary, especially compared to all the things you can see on t.v. now.''
`` I'll have you know I once demolish a city with one mighty breath,'' Beleth puffed out his chest, `` I once tore an angel's wings from his back with my bare hands. I once-''
`` That's some interesting stuff, dude,'' I stuck my hand out further, `` But I bet it would be even more interesting with some drinks in us.''
Beleth regarded the spitty hand in displeasure, `` I guess so, master,'' He hesitantly clasped my hand, wincing as the spit touched his skin.
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`` And that dudes, is why Bel is with us tonight,'' I lean back and grin at my friends' stupefied faces, `` Yo waiter, another round for me and my dudes here.''
A man with a long beard sauntered up, `` I'll need to see some ID from the little one there first.''
`` Fi-fine,'' Beleth hiccuped, already too many beers in to care that he was being ID'ed again, `` Here,'' He flashed the fake he had conjured up earlier.
Beardy glanced over the card, then back to the demon, `` Now, now, Beleth, did you think only demons were getting bored?''
Beleth fell back out of his chair as Jesus Christ passed his ID back.
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[ WP ] Once a year the world hosts an annual superpower lottery , where one lucky person gets a superpower of their choice . This year the winner was dumber than a bag of rocks .
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`` And the winning number is...''
Bobby held up his card, anxiously watching the TV. It was the biggest lottery of his life - probably the biggest there ever would be. Billions had signed up, and only one would win.
The newsman continued, ``... 1960816691! Whoever has this number, please come claim your prize.''
`` NO!'' Bobby screamed in frustration, as he thrust his ticket at the wall. `` I was so close... I got ticket number 1699180961.''
`` Does anyone have number 1960816691? Please come claim your prize.''
Looking at the card again, realization swept over Bobby. Flipping the ticket upside-down, it read the winning number. `` ME! I WON! I *WOOOON! *''
The next day, after being whisked by supersonic jet to Washington, D.C., Bobby waited to claim his prize. The President of the United Nations General Assembly, John William Ashe, entered the room.
`` When do I get my prize?'' Bobby blurted bluntly.
`` Soon,'' said the President, `` but first, you must realize the tremendous responsibility that comes with this prize. With great power comes great-''
`` I WANT MY SUPERPOWER *NOW! *''
The President shrugged. `` Alright, whatever. Bobby, it's time to choose your superpower. Would you like Russia, USA, China, UK, or France?''
Bobby was dumbfounded. `` You mean it's not a power... like flight or strength? This is a ripoff.''
`` What? That's ludicrous. We specifically said in the ad,'Choose your superpower.' Oh wait... maybe that was n't so specific after all. Well Bobby you might as well choose anyway.''
Bobby sighed. `` I guess I'll take Russia.''
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[ WP ] It is revelation . Satan and the armies of hell attack , only to discover that our technological advancement has allowed us to put up a decent fight .
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`` I told you this was a bad idea.''
Satan grumbled, `` You did n't say they would have traders. I did n't even know what a teaser was.''
`` Hence, this was a bad idea.''
`` They're not even taking us seriously.''
The television, only recently acquired, showed a helicopter's view of the city park where the forces of hell had broken through. The chyron read `` ENVIRONMENTAL PROTESTS TURN VIOLENT''. Unable to provide identification, demons were detained en masse, while those that tried to escape back down the pit were being taken down by rubber bullets and tear gas.
`` Does n't anyone use swords anymore?''
`` Maybe you should have attacked an anime convention.''
`` Steve, stop. I need to figure out how to get my guys back.''
`` I know a good attorney. There's no way they're being read their Miranda rights.''
`` I do n't know what that is.''
`` I'm starting to wonder if your lack of research is why you're down here to begin with.''
`` If you do n't knock it off, the coffee is n't going to be the only thing that's burnt around here,''
`` Suit yourself.''
Satan's forces of evil were released six hours later without charge.
Three months later, Satan personally led a second offense. Per what he thought was Steve Jobs's advice, he attacked an anime conversation where he won best costume for his Diablo cosplay.
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[ WP ] The four horsemen of the apocalypse choose four states to individually torment .
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Janine sat at her desk, lost in the action of filing her nails, she had a date with Gabriel tonight, and she ’ d be damned if she wasn ’ t at her best. Lost in thought about what to wear, ( that feather boa would surely accentuate her back ) she almost, but not quite, missed the intercom light up.
Back to business Janine, she chided herself, the boss was already in a pissy mood, best not give him reason to keep you late tonight.
She tapped the side of her head-set,
“ Yes sir? ”
The four men sat next to the door on her right, creaking awkwardly in the cheap wooden chairs, the middle two with a harried look cast across their faces, the one nearest the door, seethed, you could practically see thunder clouds gather over his head, a raging storm behind his eyes, the fourth member, seemed unaware of what was occurring around him, dead behind the eyes.
“ Certainly sir. Yes Sir, of course. Right away. ” She tapped the side of her head-set once more, “ He will see you now if you ’ d just like to go through… ” she motioned the men toward the heavy-set door.
The slightest of the four, second along, stood, his suit hanging from his almost skeletal frame, “ Do we have to, c-c-can ’ t we just go through HR or something? I didn ’ t think we ’ d be talking to…well, direct, to Him. We were just hoping for a re-assignment, we could even switch with each other… ” He trailed off, a forlorn
look in his grey eyes.
“ Sorry boys, but all I know is what I ’ m told, and I ’ m just like you, I answer directly to Him ” she nodded them towards the door, “ You probably could have gone another channel, but you sent in the paperwork, you made it official, and
He does everything by the book. ”
The Scruffiest member of the four, third along, shook his head, scratched his neck, “ Best get this over with ” He reached up to his scalp and flicked something off. Janine winced, she ’ d have to call in maintenance to clean up the room later.
As the Gentlemen left in single file, Janine offered up the box to her left, as well as a bit of advice, “ Just remember not to look at him directly, and above all, DON ’ T question him. ”
The men each put on the sunglasses she had given them, and walked through the open wooden portal.
*INSIDE*
The Gentlemen gathered just inside the room just beyond a circle of bright light, standing in shade, the two gents in the middle gave each other semi-encouraging smiles, that were quickly muted by a cacophony of sound.
“ So fellas, what happened? ” a jovial voice reached each of them, sending shivers through their bodies, “ Why the delay? ”
“ Well Boss, It ’ s j-just that we think we might need to change location, there-there ’ s j-j-just no market for us.. ” The thin man played nervously with his tie and stared at his feet.
“ No excuses Guys please, just tell me what ’ s been going on. ”
Scruffy spoke up, “ I sent wave afta wave boss. Honest. My best stuff, just don ’ t faze ‘ em no more. They seem, I dunno, used to it. They act like it ’ s normal to have rats within 20 feet of you at all times. And the cockroaches. I ’ m runnin ’ on empty, but everyone in that city is just numb to it, they ain ’ t even bothered. Tried workin ’ with birds, but kids love chasing ‘ em, tourists feed ‘ em, there ’ s even a homeless woman in the park that makes them her business. She got to star in one of them home alone movies ” He smiled awkwardly, “ I just think a change of scenery might work better, somewhere cleaner, you know? Maybe in the Mid-West ”
“ Hmmmm, my son loves those movies, try harder. Next. ”
The scruffy man ’ s shoulders sagged, he stepped back in line, head down.
The thin man looked to his sides, recognising of the other two, one probably didn ’ t even know what was going on, and the angry one might punish him later for making him speak first. Tentatively, he stepped forward.
“ So? ”
“ They don ’ t care… ”
“ Elaborate. ”
“ I tried, I seriously tried, they don ’ t want to eat anyway, and the one ’ s that want to eat throw it up, or get the fat sucked out…and some of them purposefully infect themselves with tapeworms ” The scruffy gent perked up when he heard this “ they want a perfect body boss, and I ’ ll be frank, out there, my body is perfect to some of them. They just drinks and smoke and never eat. The more they smoke and drink, the higher their status, the more others try and emulate, and the less everyone eats. The only thing that seems to bother them slightly is a lack of almonds. I just think maybe somewhere were the thin one ’ s don ’ t get as much screen time, West Virginia, or Mississippi, I might be more effective… ”
“ Not good enough, Next ”
Dejected, the thin man returned to his place, he looked over towards the angry fellow, and shrugged, he was met with a glare, he quickly turned his gaze to the oblivious man and nudged him forwards. He shuffled into the light.
“ Speak ”
“ Hmm? Oh, it ’ s Florida, you know? So like, everyone send their old people their anyway, Death doesn ’ t really bother them. And even then they last longer than ever, medical science has come an impressively long way wouldn ’ t you say? Or maybe it ’ s the sun, they ’ re like raisins ” he chuckled, “ I ’ d say move me but, like, this guy ” he nodded his head towards the thin man “ has the one with the most folks, but I read that they all want to pop off when they hit 27, weird. ” He raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. “ I guess you can only scare people for so long… ” he smiled absently and stood where he was until the thin man pulled him back.
Without prompting, the angry gentleman stepped forward confidently, “ This is ridiculous Boss, I didn ’ t even want to change anything, I ’ m so close I can feel it. It ’ s these jackasses ” he fired dark looks towards the scruff and the skelton, “ can ’ t do their Goddamn job! ” even the distracted man held his breath at that, the angry fellow was on thin ice, “ These men want war, they ’ ve tried to start so many, it ’ s the hippy dippy bullshit that ’ s keeping them from it. Too many damn Protestors. I picked the perfect place though Boss. I just didn ’ t know they couldn ’ t vote, but I can rile them up more I swear, you just have to give me more time! ”
“ More time?! ” the room shook slightly, “ and I don ’ t HAVE to give you anything! ” the Angry Mans furrowed brow faltered “ You each had a pick of where to go, you chose, and it seems you chose poorly. ”
*OUTSIDE*
Janine sat with her fingers clasped together, a strained smile on her face as the maintenance men worked around her, from the cracks appearing in the ceiling she could tell this meeting wasn ’ t going well. She could hear rumblings beyond the choral muzak. A faint light shone from around the oaken doorframe, highlighting falling plaster dust. Her intercom buzzed. She place her face into her free hand as she tapped her head-set with the other.
“ Yes Boss? ”
She made a pained smile as the maintenance crew looked over.
“ Yes Boss. ” She tapped the headset and sighed deeply, alt-tabbing back to the main system on her screen. She would be working late tonight, best cancel tonight with Gabriel. He would be pissed.
*ONLINE*
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*Opportunity to Travel
*Loose moral Guidelines preferred
*Experience with horses essential.
Only 4 positions available, in New York, California, Florida and Washington D.C.
Interested Candidates are required to send their CV ’ s no later than December 21st 2012
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[ WP ] As a child you were hit with an ugly stick and spent many years in hunt for the beauty stick . Today you have found it .
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“ Are you sure you want it? ” the old hermit asked. “ Do you understand the full implications of the Beauty Stick? ”
“ I do ” I said, from behind the mistake I call a face. “ For 15 years I have traveled the land, searched the seas, uncovered the truth, lived more lives than I care to remember. I am ready. ”
“ Very well. Choose wisely. ” The old man said. He stepped aside, and behind him lay a hundred stick or more, all ancient but strong.
“ Well, which one is it? ” I asked, knowing full well he would not tell.
“ That is for you to decide. Choose correctly, and the Stick will bring you eternal beauty, but choose wrong, and it will take it from you. ”
“ So, it ’ s Indiana Jones? Alrighty. I ’ ll take the frailest and plainest stick you got. ”
“ Those are qualities only thine eyes can see. Choose wisely or choose none at all, but do so quickly. ”
I searched the wall of wood, passing each stick I touched, until I felt the unmistakable grip of a cane made by the very hands of Aphrodite herself.
“ This one. Now be quick, hit me with it. ”
“ As you wish. ” The hermit picked up the sacred artifact, and with a powerful blow, cracked it against my face, splintering it into a thousand pieces. “ You have chosen poorly. ”
I looked into the reflecting pool in the corner, my face, bloody and bruised, but no worse for the ware. “ Ha, you fool. I have already faced the Stick of Ugliness, there is no more damage to be done to me. Give me another. ”
With that, the old man pick up each stick and, with great force, swung them against my face. What remained when all hundred sticks laid broken or bent, was the face of a man who just got hit in the face one hundred times. Now unrecognizable as a human, I admitted defeat.
“ But, what of the Beauty Stick? ” I asked. “ The legends told of a tale of a stick of beauty that would turn even the ugliest person into a god, chiseled by the very hands of Michelangelo himself. ”
“ Really dude? ” the old man broke character. “ You are literally hitting yourself in the face a hundred times to try and look prettier. Look, this is supposed to be the part where I say, ‘ the beauty was in you all along ’ or ‘ beauty is not defined by what ’ s on the outside, but by what ’ s on the inside, ’ but you are, by far, the dumbest human being I have ever seen in my entire life. There is no such thing as a ‘ Beauty Stick ’ and every stick is an ugly stick if you swing hard enough. Now go to the hospital and get yourself some goddamn plastic surgery. ”
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[ WP ] Through the manipulation of genetics , future humans have created a warrior race capable of extreme feats of physicality . Only recently , they 've been granted autonomy , but still ca n't reproduce ... until now .
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***15-2-27***
The 24th of July, 2414. Their Centennial Celebration began with a tremendous fireworks celebration, as the sun rose. Even our weak human eyes could make out the little explosions from miles away.
The Skinners were n't interested in fireworks for the same reasons we had been. They did n't care for the pretty sparks that were mostly visible at night. No, the Skinners, being a race of *warriors*, merely preferred to wake to the sound of cannons launching explosions into the air.
Me and the boy watched the the Centennial Celebration unfold from the shoreline of the last human sanctuary. Formerly known as Australia. Commonly referred to by Skinners as `` the Park''.
***Why are they called Skinners, Malik? ***
The boy is inquisitive. Asking questions since the day we met. Since the day we were the only two to walked out of our little desert village, July 24th, 2412. The visions of limbs being torn from bodies, masses of humanity being mowed down by machine gun fire, I brush aside and scoured my few memories of the old world, trying to answer his question.
Albert A. Skinner had been a real smart cookie, I told him. A legendary bio-engineer and the most famous scientist of his time.
The little boy was smart too. He put two and two together and I did n't need to further explain why they were called Skinners. Me and the boy got along so well because he was always answering questions and I always have stories to tell. So I told him some more.
***The Fall of America was a hundred years ago today. And in the next seven days, every other nation on Earth bowed down too. It was n't as simple as people tell it these days. The Skinners had been planning it for awhile. We gave them too much power. So stupid. ***
***On July 24th, 2314, the highest ranked man in the US Military was a Skinner named Sunset Eden. ***
***Sunset? *** the boy asked.
***Skinners like poetic names like that. Heh, weird, right? But like I was saying, at the time, our army was made up of Skinners by a good third. When Sunset gave the order, they attacked. Not just the soldiers either. All the Skinners that we let have normal lives, among us, they went crazy too. ***
***Sunset Eden was in charge by the end of that first day. A week later, a Skinner ran every major country on Earth. There was war for awhile. Underground resistance and stuff like that. We fought for....oh, thirty years. They may be bigger, stronger, faster... but we're more complex. Be proud of your humanity boy. We're resourceful. As a species, we do n't die easily. ***
The boy was quieted by the remark. Probably imagining how easily his entire family had been killed two years ago, for the last celebration. I myself imagined how, at this very moment, Sunset Eden II was standing atop the Sterling Step-Pyramid, clad in a white three piece suit and white gloves, holding a hammer too heavy for ten human men to lift. I imagined how Secret Service was placing the human sacrifice, always a newborn baby ( for symbolism ), on the knell. I imagined all the millions of Skinners in attendance, their eyes glowing with bloodlust as their President brought his hammer down on the infant, signifying the beginning of the hunt.
Suddenly, I felt like me and the boy had been talking long enough. It was a quarter to eleven. Time for him to head to Sanctuary, and for me to suit up. I hoped these were n't our last ten minutes together. I enjoyed the boy's company. He had another question.
***Do we ever kill Skinners anymore? ***
I could never lie to the boy. It might hurt the way he asked his questions.
***Not enough. Derrick kills a dozen every year on his own. That's why he's leader. But Derrick is... special. ***
I thought of our leader then. The mental image of his mighty onyx skin and bald head gave me comfort. My little boy had the same hard, dark skin.
***I'll kill one for you this year, boy, *** I promised him, ***and if I do n't, you grow up and you kill two for me, you hear? ***
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[ WP ] In the near future , an astronaut commits murder
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*10… 9…*
She sat looking up at windshield at the front of the rocket, over the backs and shoulders of the 6 men sitting above her. She realized that in all of her training she had never learned if there were any special name for the windshield on a space shuttle. She had gone through her pre-launch checks. Everything was fine.
*8… 7…*
She knew she would never be back to her condo in Woodland Hills. She had left her dog Bowser with her best friend from college. Jamie loved that dog and loved walking him all those times when she had to be off in Florida training. She had trained so very had for this moment, she deserved this.
She had turned off the oven and the coffee maker. She wasn ’ t positive she left the iron off. Of all the days to forget the iron today really was the worst.
*6… 5…*
She really hoped that she left on the stove or the iron or something. It seemed like such a huge mistake now. She just wanted the whole place to burn to the ground. She would never see it again, but suddenly she didn ’ t want anyone else to see it either.
*4… 3…*
She said goodbye to everyone she ever loved. She was going to be the first woman to set foot on Mars. The only woman in her 19-person crew. Everyone had told her how much of a hero she was, how brilliant and capable and bold she was. People admitted her. She had been on talk shows. Her TED talk had been viewed over 10 million times.
*2… 1…*
People admired her right now because no one discovered the body of her fiancé on the floor of their L.A. condo.
**BLASTOFF! **
The ship began to shake violently. They trained her not to bite her lip. She bit her lip. They trained her to look straight ahead. To her left Ernesto cried and gripped the seat. Ernesto had beaten out so many “ shoe-in ” candidates to get here. He worked hard and had a great attitude but was a bit easy to spook. Ernesto told her that she gave him the courage to apply for the program and to finish training. Ernesto probably wasn ’ t married or anything like that. He never brought up having a wife or a girlfriend. She knew that Ernesto could do more push-ups than her but couldn ’ t run as fast. He was better at general navigation but she handled the ship better in emergency training scenarios. One thing she knew for sure is that Ernesto certainly didn ’ t have a body lying on the floor of his Denver apartment.
She wished that the ship would break apart just above the launch pad. She cried. Cried a little because she felt bad wishing disaster on her colleagues, a little because she felt terrible for Eric who didn ’ t get the chance to watch her on T.V. this morning as the ship blasted off, and mostly because she knew she ’ d get caught. Her thoughts refused to let her relax. Her thoughts kept her thinking how mad she had been that he had been selfish enough to steal her moment and demand her to stay. One second he cried with pride at the thought of watching the launch on TV and the next he refused the ring when she took it off and handed it to him. She was a god damn hero, how could he possibly not want her to go? Only 19 people were making this historic trip. So what if they never came back, she was one of only 19 and the only woman accepted among them!
Her heart jumped with every bump and jostle. How long until they found the body? She screamed.
“ He isn ’ t just a body, his name is Eric! He is my fiancé and he was scared and so was I and now he ’ s dead! ”
Screaming felt so good under the deafening vibrations of the ship. This was probably the last time in her whole life she ’ d have a moment this private. She screamed her confession at the top of her lungs.
The ship broke Earth ’ s orbit and so started the rest of her life. The most dangerous part of the journey was over and everyone survived just as planned. For now she was a hero. A hero until someone stumbled upon Eric ’ s body in their shared condominium.
“ Oh well ” she thought. “ Not like we ’ re going to turn the ship around. ”
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[ WP ] You have a superpower most would consider useless . Tell me your origin story and how you use your power to fight crime .
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Every kid dreams of one day waking up with superpowers.
From Super Strength to Super Speed. to Invisibility or Invincibility.
It's sparks that heroism in our hearts and gives us a sense of protection over our peers.
But its stuff of comic books and movies, something we can only dream about.
There were sightings and reports going around about a vigilante with strange powers.
that vigilante was Me, and my `` super power'' was strange indeed.
I was born with a weird mutation where I am able to illuminate the tip of my index finger. Nothing more, Nothing less.
Growing up I hid it completely from everyone. I did n't want anyone calling me `` The Living Lantern-fish'' or something silly like that. I did n't even want to fathom the bullying that would of taken place.
through life I never thought I would ever find a use for this `` gift''; If you'd even call it that.
Until I found myself in a life or death situation where my powers could finally shine.
I was in line at the bank. A slow day, about seven people in line with only two bank tellers.
I knew I was gon na be there for awhile. so I used my time day dreaming, Hoping the line would move along faster.
Eventually I'm startled by the sound of the heavy bank doors being kicked open.
In comes 2 robbers with balaclavas on their face and assault rifles on their person.
First things first, they raise their guns and tell everyone to hit the ground.
I do n't hesitate, I'm on the ground in a split second, and put my hands over my head; not wanting any conflict.
I can hear screams of the civilians, and one of the gunman's footsteps walking around me as I lie there silently on the floor, waiting for this robbery to pass.
`` You! Get up!'' I, unresponsive, not believing he was speaking to me. He then swiftly kicks me in the side. Now totally responsive, I get up.
I think to myself over and over `` Why me! Why me! Why me!'' as the gunman inspects me, then puts his rifle to my head. The gunman screams `` Everyone! Give us all your cash, Or this one dies!'' Immediately my heart starts racing at an uncontrollable pace. My life was already starting to flash before my eyes, I thought for sure I was dead at this point.
around me people start digging through their wallets. I could see the fear in their own eyes.
Were they scared for me?
Or scared that they would be next to get shot?
I wanted to believe the former, but my faith in humanity was leaning towards the latter.
An older man near the front of my line was n't doing anything, just casually laying their, The gunman with the gun to my temple started to hesitate and grumble towards the old man. Still doing nothing, I knew this fucker was gon na get me killed.
So I improvised.
I remembered my E.T problem growing up, and came up with the bright idea of fooling these men into thinking I'm some sort of alien or super being.
I smirk, then start laughing. I mock the gunman `` I would put the gun down if you knew what was best for you.''
My comment just enrages him, He puts his gun down then grabs me by the collar. `` I think I might, Just so I can beat the little piss out of you.'' my stomach sinks.. but I know I ca n't back down at this point.
I reply `` You try anything, I Will destroy you. ``, He gets even angrier, and I hear the other gunman on the other side of the room occupying the cash registers `` Just kill the little shit! beat him to a pulp, For the whole bank gets to witness''
I hear the people on the floor, scurrying in place and getting ever more scared.
The first Gunman chuckles, raises his fist, and before he goes to hit me. I illuminated my finger, It's grossly incandescent light blinding the gunman.
The Gunman both tremble in their places. `` What the Fuck are you!?'' says the first, and In the distance I hear the second gunman pleading to abort the mission, and leave.
Using this opportunity, I make up a batshit crazy story.
`` If you guys do n't leave, my power will grow ever exponentially. I'll watch as your corpses explode from the inside out, and do it with no sense of remorse.''
It works. Both gunman start scurrying, one trips over a civilian, the other is out the door in seconds. Within a few moments they are both gone, with me standing in the middle of the bank with everyone else on the ground. My first instinct is to run. So I did just that.
I booked it out of the bank and made my way back home in one swift jog.
Days later the incident was all over the news. some stories being fairly accurate to others being extremely far fetched.
`` Strange Man in bank, saves day. Alien or SuperHuman?''
`` Angel-being interferes with bank robbery''
Some were a lot more skeptical.
`` Man with flashlight fools Robbers of being superhero.''
even people calling it an outright hoax.
`` Hoax of the Year: Human fleshlight''
Stories started to pop up all over the place of multiple sighting of this man; Me.
Even people coming forth and saying they are me, or my superhero alias.
I realized if I wanted to I could easily cash out on this, but I chose not to.
In all Honesty, I never plan on using my gift again.
It was already a close call to begin with, and I do n't want that burden on my hands. If I've learned anything from super hero movies. `` With great power comes great responsibility'' And I am not ready for that.
Maybe someday there will come a time where I will be needed again, but that time is not in the present we live in today.
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You 're a serial killer who 's been captured by the authorities . They ask you to recount your first kill ... .
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The people outside are really up in arms about this, hm? I wish they'd stop asking questions...
Do the questions bother you?
Why would n't they? I'm a human, are n't I?
Are you?
... the fuck does that mean? You can SEE me ca n't you? Do n't be an idiot.
The bodies...
I do n't know what you're talking about.
You turned yourself in. Do n't get tight lipped on us now.
Fuck you.
Tell us about Dasha. The body you showed us first?
Do n't patronize me, I know who Dasha is... Was n't she beautiful? Even with the dirt. I took more care of her than the others, but do n't tell them. I made sure they were sleeping so they would n't get jealous while I brushed her hair. Eventually it started to fall out. But I have it for later, for when she's ready to have it back... You ca n't even imagine her beauty, officer. When her cheeks would flush in the snow from the cold, she'd pull her hat down so low you could barely see the tip of her nose. Even seeing the chapped bottom half of her face, you knew she was... she was gorgeous... She would have grown to be so beautiful... I just could n't let...
Brevis-
I had to keep her safe. Her mother she just tried to hide her from me but I knew, I KNEW that she'd get ruined if she went with her. I took her. I took her and made her safe forever! No one will hurt her again. NO ONE!
Brevisa, your daughter...
Dasha is safe. She would thank me every night. You were n't there. She was happy with me. We were happy together.
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[ WP ] Write that impossible story about yourself that you always daydream about .
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It caught up to me one more time, only this time, it was his saber. With a flash, he swung and in an instant, my left leg was gone. I didn ’ t know until I tried to get back up with it; I had phantom pains there. Instead, I stumbled but caught myself on a rock and threw a punch. I could feel my bones crunch and break on his sologram faceplate. His head swiveled and recoiled with the punch, but he came back laughing.
“ This is what I love about humans, you ’ re so stupid, just clinging onto this idea of- “
I had heard enough and wasn ’ t convinced. I punched again with the left and reached for one of the spheres on his belt and pushed the red button on the top. Two low notes and no explosion. Laughing, he hit me to the ground with the hilt of his saber and pulled off one gauntlet and touched a tentacle to the grenade and threw it backwards before it finally exploded.
“ This is pathetic! You ’ re almost entirely broken! What do you have to live for? ”
I threw a punch with my broken hand, but he caught it and clenched it in his own. I couldn ’ t hear the hydraulics in his armor pull my hand off over the sound of my own screams, and I don ’ t think he cared.
“ You are so goddamn stubborn, all the way down to your fucking DNA! ”
He was postulating his own argument and pacing back and forth now as his saber charged up once again. He took a moment and pulled a small box from his belt and a needle reached out to my blood on his blood. Another two low-tone beeps and a red light. Results inconclusive
“ You know, we got everything we needed from cows, but homo sapien was a different story. It ’ s like it knew what we were and what we were trying to do. It would always disintegrate before we could study it, and it still does. Like even your lifeblood is as stubborn as you are. ”
I only had a few seconds before his saber charged up again. I waited a sliver of a second more as he turned again before I reached for one of his grenades and tried to touch it to an exposed area of his hand. He saw me in the reflection off of his sword as I started and swung again, taking both of my arms.
“ Why do you think we wear your faces? Speak your language? Steal your weapons? The rest of the universe WORSHIPS you. ”
His saber sealed my vessels as they cut so there wouldn ’ t be any blood. Through my tears and screams, I could see his face, the face of my father. His laser rifle was shaped like an M4 and his saber like those of times of old, a cavalry saber with an energy level HUD and glowing laser blade.
“ Why do you think we even bothered with FTL travel when we were so close to each other? Why would three species locked in a thousand year peace develop power armor or laser weapons? They have VOLUMES written about you IGNORANT BASTARDS back on Tomil, and I came here to defeat humans and steal them for the Ndraginaan empire, and I have to deal with you bastards! Humans. Your fun is poisoning yourselves almost to the point of death. You and your konsili- your videogames?! You have trivialized death so much that it is fun! You die every day, until your last and then you hold on for another, but why?! ”
He was pacing again, but I couldn ’ t do anything. I had one full leg and another down to the knee, nothing past my shoulder, and my head. He held a finger to his ear, said, “ Good, ” and laughed.
“ Well, that ’ s it. You ’ re the last. Congratulations. Sterling Point is a hole in the ground and anyone walking there from here is a pile of molten plasma. Now let ’ s see about that- “
An explosion tore apart the sky where a giant, curving blob of floating metal once was. He looked at it hauntingly and turned to see me chuckle.
“ Now I ’ m the last. ” I sputter out between laughs. I didn ’ t expect much for Cash and the pocket nuke I gave him when we last left the colony.
He angrily stalks over to me and is seething rage. He is death and he wants more than anything to-
He buries the sword in my chest and immediately regrets it, but accepts his decision after a few seconds agape at my wound. I ’ m running on adrenaline at this point and that sword is another drink on my tab, long overdue. I barely feel it. He pulls his sword out of my chest, not to retrieve it, but to throw it at a hill of dirt behind him. He pulls me up by my shirt and looks at me, past me into my brain, as if he wants to glean the information straight from my brain.
“ I had the sequenced genome of a thousand more advanced species than you on that ship. Now tell me how you do it. ”
Maybe it was because I couldn ’ t do anything else, or maybe it was because, just before this, he was telling me all about his research he had done on the humans, his report he gave The Hierarchy, the fleet they gave him, the ocean of credits, and the cannons on his ship, and I was bored and tired and just wanted to die.
I lift what shoulders I have left in a shrug and flash him a wink. Then it ’ s all over. He sets me down softly and reaches for that box one more time. He touches it on my arm the syringe takes a sample. Three happy little beeps and a green light. The syringe spits out the sample in a small vial. First, a tear, and then dozens. As he weeps, his communicator buzzes one more time.
“ Offical orders, ” he begins, glancing at the vial and almost failing to compose himself, “ Human DNA failed to decompose. Results are inconclusive. Mission is presumed… a total failure. ” They would score his name from the books for this. “ Cave in their star, nuke their planets, nuke ‘ em again. ” His children ’ s children ’ s children and their great grandchildren will be banished to the mines on the Outer Rim for their entire miserable lives, the name “ Ndraginautus ” seared into their flesh. “ And get an immediate line to FLEETCOM, have them declare Sol System a no-fly zone. ”
And the dust may forget our name, but the stars will never forget us.
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[ WP ] Each person experiences their own length of day . Although everyone wakes at the same time , your day only ends when you fall asleep . The longer you stay awake however , the more dangerous the world seems to get ...
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`` Brother.'' I spoke. He cradled what was left of his fiance as the first light of morning sun shifted through the leaves of the surrounding forest.
I did n't feel much, at first. Last night our town celebrated a successful harvest. Eldra was quite alive and happy. Now she was dried skin clinging to an old skeleton. This is how we all expected to be found, eventually.
`` When does the world sleep, after we do?'' My brother spoke to me.
`` I do n't think it does.'' I paced slightly away, `` I think each night goes on. Forever. The mountains and trees and life are different every morning. The only thing that seems to remain the same are humans and everything within the lifestone walls.''
`` Then how do we wake up each morning?'' A tear fell from his cheek to a hollowed eye socket beneath him. As he bent over to cry he heard a faint rustling beneath him. A browned paper lay beneath Eldra. He shuffled it open and read;
`` Jonathan! By the time you find me I will likely be gone. I'm sorry it had to end this way. I received a panicked call from my mother and foolishly thought I could make it to her town by motorcycle before the lifestone walls went up. Obviously I was wrong. It has been the equivalent of 3 months since I have seen daylight. I think of you all the time. I would have tried to sleep but I fought a shadow walker who stole that from me. I have been searching since then for a way to sleep but I am becoming convinced that death is the only way. I now carry this letter in anticipation of this fate. The world is much more than I had expected. We rise with the sun. Wolves rise with the moon. When the moon sets, werewolves and the dead rise with the blood moon. A blue moon wakes the shadows, and a blue sun gives them form. When stars turn to souls the trees begin to walk and fight. When the souls in the sky fade, the ancients and giants begin to breathe. I see a torn world that is barren and lifeless. I have seen the sea destroyed as the mountains have woken and killed one another. But I know you will wake to greens and songs of birds in the trees. What beauty walks before we wake? I was not able to find a way to sleep. But I discovered a way to wake up. It is a tear from one of the mountains. I will hold it close to me as I die. It will look no different than any other rock but it will remain cold even when heated by fire. I could not bring you life. But at least I was able to bring you a gift in death. Live, without me.'' Jon began to cry at her chest. A small pebble was embedded on what little cloth was left. I lifted it and discovered it was cold as ice. I handed it to my brother, `` This is for you.''
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Light began to fade from the sky. Funeral services had been held for 3 people who had ventured too far the night before. My brother and I had not conversed about the stone. He wanted time to himself without interruption and I respected his space. He came to me now.
`` Do we do it?''
He did n't need to clarify to me. It was an absurd concept, that there might be morning walkers. It was always assumed that nothing happened before the mornings, that the sun was one of a kind. But it makes sense that the moon is just another sun, and that there are many after.
`` Yes, we must know how the mountains are made.''
And we slept under the stone.
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[ WP ] Two suicidal people happen to meet on the same bridge to jump . Rather than joining together , they each try to convince the other not to jump while justifying why they themselves should jump .
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The man shivered as he padded across the newly constructed bridge, clutching his jacket tightly. His whole life'd been one miserable failure after another. He had n't managed to do anything right.
Being the first person to jump off this damn bridge would be the only memorable thing he ever did.
He froze. Another figure? Up at this hour? As he drew closer, the other man came into view. Poised on the edge of the bridge, it was clear the other man had planned to kill himself as well.
`` Hey! What do you think you're doing?''
The figure froze, and started climbing down from the railing. `` I.. I just...''
`` Do n't you dare do it.''
`` Why? My wife left me, my kid was hit by a truck, and I'm getting laid off tomorrow. I've never accomplished anything.''
`` So? No matter how much it hurts, you have to keep moving. I know what it feels like to lose people close to you. You know they would n't have wanted you to waste your life like this.''
The other figure froze, and slowly nodded. `` I get that you're trying to help, but I do n't think I- Hey! What are you doing?''
`` What, you thought you were the only one who wanted to do this?''
`` Y-you just explained to me how important it was to-''
``... I do n't have anything to live for. Everyone close to me died long ago - I've just been sort of... drifting for the past few years. Being the first guy to jump from here'll be the only thing I ever do right.''
``... You have got to be kidding me. Look at you! You're young and healthy! I'm old - would have died in a few years anyway. Never accomplished anything either. There'll be more chances and more bridges for you, kid. I wo n't live to see the next one.''
Both figures stood in silence for a while. `` We can both be the first ones to jump from here, you know.''
`` Yeah?''
`` Yeah.''
The younger man scratched his head. `` You know, maybe I wo-''
A naked, screaming man ran between them - needle marks covered his arms, and his teeth were rotten and decayed. Without slowing, he sprinted off the edge of the bridge. Several seconds later, they both cringed at the splash.
`` Are you fucking-''
`` Goddammit.''
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[ WP ] You go out on a mission to kill a giant , a quest from which no man have returned . When you get there you find out the giant is overall a cool dude and the men that never returned just stayed with him because he was so fun
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It had taken me three days to get here. This monolith of stone, steeped in shadow and perched on the side of the mountain that slopes into oblivion. You can see its peak from the city miles away- beyond the perils of the journey- poking above the mountain range. The barely visible but ominous embodiment of evils domain. The lair of the Giant whom we called Alzorath. His legend of terror was the reason that only a few of us had braved the journey East.
As children, we were told tales of the first hero who'd left to defeat the foreign threat -- the Giant who's dwelling was at that stony precipice so far away. Then the second, and third who had gone after when their predecessors had n't returned. Hearing these stories as a young boy- of how those courageous souls had given their lives for the freedom of the people; had waded into uncertain waters, fought with wretched creatures- fuelled my imagination and inspired me to one day follow in their footsteps, to save the people from the menace who haunted our dreams.
So after the years of arduous training and mental preparation, there I was, sat atop my horse on the brink of damnation. Everything signalled my demise: the uncertainty of the road ahead, the tales of ferocious beasts who guarded the way, the tragedy of those souls lost many years before, the pitying look in the eyes of the people in rags, a child crying solemnly as I left, passing through the endlessly high walls at either side of the Great Gate to conquer the scourge of the land.
I remembered those words that the King had whispered into my ear as I departed- `` Godspeed, son. And return with his head.''
It had taken me three days. With my eyes trained incessantly upon the walls of his keep, I raced toward Alzorath and his demise at my hand. All the time I imagined how our meeting would unfold- how I would swing my blade into his scaly hide and slay the demon, the terror, the Giant. And I rode. Through dense forest wherein the darkness filled my vision and held me captive with my nerve. Then onto broken wasteland, devoid of any essence of life, stripping away my resolve. When I got tired, I slept. When I got hungry, I ate. Finally I came upon the base of the mountain. With the monolith of Alzorath no longer in sight, I was forced to brave the pits beneath the world. In darkness I stumbled into caves filled with ungodly creatures that hissed and squealed as I fumbled clumsily to find my way. Then, I saw the light. The burst of radiant sun that poured into my vision led me out and into the valley- and there I was. A narrow stone bridge that spanned the desolate mountain valley brought me to the Giant's abode. While gazing at the sheer stone wall that bolted upwards to the sky in a sinister way, I crept through a leering archway and into his cavernous den. I gripped my sword, awaiting the unknown. In front of me was an eternal interior -- stone walls at either side with no end, a ceiling that belonged in the heavens, and a wooden table in the middle, at which sat four men.
In a stunned silence I let go of my sword. The clang it made striking the ground in its vexation seemed to echo on forever.
Of the four men sitting at the table, three were of roughly the same age, while the fourth man was much older. He rose to his feet and smiled. His hair was long and his beard full and both were a brazen white. His eyes shone with the radiance of wisdom in old age; an understanding, imploring friendship as insistently as his open arms. And he spoke.
“ Welcome. I am Ainor, although you may know me by a different name. ”
“ Where is the Giant? Where is Alzorath? ”, I insisted.
The other three men at the table smiled knowingly, as the old man answered,
“ I am your Giant. ”
My mind reeled as I looked upon this illusion. “ That's impossible. ”
“ I understand your disbelief. I have seen it three times before. Each of these men sitting at my table came to me expecting an abomination beyond all measure and proportion. They all entered this hall with minds filled with terrible, wretched evil. They were, all of them, ready to confront the devil. Each of them was looking for an answer, and each of them found me. ”
I realised that these three younger men were the lost souls of legend. I had come to avenge the bravery of men who now sat in front of me, smiling at my disbelief.
“ So who are you? ”, I asked.
“ I am a man who once belonged to the city from which you have travelled. Many years ago- a lifetime ago- I decided to end the tyranny of a king. In the uprising, most of the rebels were slaughtered. In a bloody haze of death and despair I fled the city, and never returned. ”
“ But what of this great hall? What of the legends and tales across all those years? What of the terror in the East? ”, I pleaded while I advanced towards the old man.
“ Your king has lied to you, friend. ” I stopped in front of him as his hand rested on my shoulder,
“ A giant may have lived here once, but I am here now. ”
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[ WP ] All women have a purity ring of sorts whose size and quality are derived from their social standing , wealth , and traits desired for optimal relationships
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Annika stared at her shoes, just like everyone else. She was joined on the grand amphitheater stage by her fellow female classmates, all dressed in their uniform light blue shirt and seamless black pants, their hair all in the trademark ponytail of 13. The master of ceremonies, known to the 11th neighborhood as George Kamilton, stood at the podium. Everything about this man was wet- his stance on the prohibition law, the sound his mouth made when producing consonants, his underarms. Even his hair was sopping wet with the amount of gel he placed in it. Nonetheless, George Kamilton was a jovial, large man who was often chosen to act as Santa Claus during the children ’ s winter musical. But today, George Kamilton was as cheerful as a grave. His typically twinkling blue eyes had lost their sparkle. Annika was nervous.
Today was the day when the girls collectively turned 13. It was the day when they would be sorted by the color, shape, and size of their rings. The sorting was always a sad process- parents had to say goodbye to their children, possibly forever, girls grew into women, and their futures were laid out before them. It was as much of a birthday for some as it was a death sentence for others.
George cleared his throat before giving his opening speech. “ Hello, neighborhood! ” called George.
“ Hello, George, ” responded the neighborhood. “ How are you today? ”
“ I ’ m just fine, ” said George, “ but we have a bit of business- ” he winked, “ to attend to. Today we celebrate the accomplishments of these young girls ’ lives. We commemorate them in this ceremony and gift them the ring they will wear for the remainder of their days. It is a time-honored tradition to start alphabetically-by first name, of course! ”
The audience laughed nervously at this. None of the girls on stage were given a last name. Zero familial attachment to anyone. The last name would be given by whoever chose them.
George paused. “ The government wants me to remind you that once your daughter has been gifted, she is no longer your own. You have no claim to her. You may say goodbye after the ceremony. But, in the meantime, let ’ s celebrate their lives thus far! ”
George always was a bit discombobulated on Ring day. Annika always felt bad for him, because although he knew it was a death sentence as much as any other, he had to project an aura of happiness and contentment.
“ Annika, come on up! ” George ’ s light tone rang out.
Annika looked up quickly. She couldn ’ t panic. Not now. The government could still change their minds before they send down the ring. She had nothing to worry about, she reminded herself. She had been nothing but a perfect little girl her entire life.
Finally, she began to walk towards George. Her heartbeat was thrumming in her ears. Every little thing she had done since she was 5 judged- every little thing had led to this moment. What books she had read, which activities she participated in, how she coped with the strain of schoolwork. Everything had been recorded. This was the decision on how her life would be lived- as a peasant, as a suburban mom, as an outcast, or even as a wealthy homemaker.
The original purpose of the ring was to dictate who had certain traits. This way, it was easier for boys to find their mate. The boys were gifted with a ring that matched their future partner ’ s. This cut out the time it took to ‘ get to know someone ’ and obliterated the divorce rate. But when the new regime took over, the boys were no longer obligated to wear rings. The girls ’ rings no longer showcased their desirable traits but rather showed how many undesirable traits they had. How your ring looked no longer determined marriage rights but which caste you were in.
If, for example, you were a young man who saw a woman with a small yellow ring shaped like a dolphin, you would find her desirable. The yellow represented that she had only committed minor transgressions, the dolphin represented that she was hardly ever rude to her peers, and the smallness of the ring represented that she only made herself out to be better than others once or twice. But if you saw the same girl with a large dark blue ring shaped like, say, a lightning bolt, she was not to be associated with. It got a bit more complex if, say, it was a small black ring that was shaped like a puppy. If the ring was invisible- made of plastic- it meant you were not suitable for breeding due to some mental or physical aspect of yourself. You were effectively banished, with no explanation why.
Annika took a deep breath as George handed her the envelope that contained her ring. She gently placed her hand into the envelope, fishing for her future.
She put the metal band onto her finger inside the envelope, according to custom. She withdrew her hand.
There was nothing there.
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[ WP ] You wake up , and while reaching for your alarm you knock over the glass of water that you set out the night before . This ends up ruining your life .
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The parking lot was massive, and I swore it was on the third level I left my car. I pressed the key fob fervently, waiting for my car to go into panic mode. To no avail. All I had to do was buy flowers and a some jewelry, get in my car and make it to my wife's birthday. Her parent's wanted to celebrate with her this year and we did n't get along, but she was also very stubborn when she gotten a idea in her head. One of my coworkers texted me a month ago and told me she wanted to talk and have dinner. I explained tirelessly to her, but she was still jealous of a woman taking a liking to me.'Click, click!' There it is! I ran over to the noise but it was another person coming from the elevators, `` SHIT!'' I leaned over, placed my hands on my knees, and raised my right arm to look at my watch. Thirty minutes late.
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This morning, she was ignoring me. I made breakfast; Poached eggs, ham, and fried potatoes. `` Happy birthday darling,'' I walked in while she was lethargic. She took one look at me, and looked at her phone. I bumped the glass of water earlier and forgot about it, it drained into the drawer and did n't bother to pick it up. I wanted to get a jump on her birthday to cook for her.
`` Shit, Glenn!'' she looked at me as I placed her food over her lap, `` My phone is in the drawer!'' As soon as I placed the food down, she quickly moved it over to my side of the bed.
`` I'm... Sorry?'' I looked at her, not even 9 a.m. and we have beef. `` Yes, I should have cleaned it up but I wanted to get started on the day for you.''
`` I could have cooked for myself, I know you want to get to work to see that fucking bitch.'' She reached in the drawer and put her feet on the floor. `` Shit, the screen is being pissy!'' She always wore a tank top and briefs to bed, she took off her tank top and started wiping down the drawer and her phone.
`` Do n't do that babe, I'll get it.'' I walk over and she looks at me, `` I do n't want to do this today. I only want to spend the day with you.'' She stands up with only bottoms on.
`` You never know how to do your tie.'' She fixes it with haste and never looks me in the eye.
`` Do you want to spend it with me?'' She does n't answer and walks into her closet.
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After work, I dropped her phone off to get it looked at. I started towards the mall, the car phone rings and I pick up. `` Hey babe,'' I say with a smile
`` Look, tonight my parent's want to celebrate with me so they came from St. Georges. I told them we had plans and they said they will upgrade the reservation.'' She was calling from her work phone, I could hear someone in the back ground but she was still upset with me. `` Well, they are spending the day with me and I know you made reservations at Vinny's.'' Woman knows me like the back of her hand.
`` Your right, and I'm fine with it. I'll call, okay?'' I waited for her reply, `` I'll see you later okay? You have a good rest of the day babe.'' She hung up, I do n't know why it's dragging on today but it is starting to get on my nerves. I pull into the parking lot, get my ticket, park, and get on the elevator.
`` Hey.'' It was the girl from my barbershop, `` How's it going Glenny boy?'' She had a bandana in her hair, showing off her tattoo sleeve, and wearing a tight shirt. She was trying to flirt with me again, she always did this when I got my hair cut, sit down in the chair next to me and talk with my barber and I while she was waiting for her customers.
`` Hey Jeanette. How is it going today?'' I lean back in the elevator as it begins to descend. She tells me of whats happening with her, how her boyfriend dumped her, and recommended a piece of jewelry that she thought Annie would like. It was n't her but I still liked the piece, so I bought it. Annie could try something new. We said our goodbyes and I lost my parking slip while looking for flowers, this was going to be long.
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`` Late again, Glenn!'' It was Annie's dad. `` You always seem to be behind, must be a minority thing.'' I was offended, but he was an asshole like that even on our wedding day.'It looks like a powwow in there', I heard him say at the reception. He was always on my case and a asshole about it.
`` Well Mr. Hawthorne, some of us actually put effort in gifts and they take longer.'' I smiled and attempted a retort, `` We do n't all have assistants to order around.''
`` Just like a Native American, drinking before 6 p.m.'' He walks away, what an asshole. Annie sat by her mom talking about her clients, Annie did wedding planning and was really good at it, but she also did consulting and PR which was our real income. Her stubbornness was tiring, but it is what made her a good at her jobs. I could see my whole life with her, and she was my high school sweetheart.
`` Happy birthday to you...'' I wheeled out a cake that I planned with Vinny to bake for her, we had a private room and all her friends were present. I wanted to propose to her tonight but I think a more intimate setting will be good. So I am going to do it in about a week. It was the first smile she gave me in three days, she blew out the candles and we spent another hour with everyone. When we got home, she blew my mind with sex I've never had with her before. It might have been her strawberry mixed drinks.
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`` Hey Mr. Ralph,'' The customer service rep came out the back with Annie's phone, `` So, we fixed her. We had to replace the phone, so technically your just getting a new phone, but we imported all your girlfriends data into the same model.''
I stopped for a moment, `` Mr. Ralph?'' I looked at him, waiting for his response.
`` Is n't that your first.. name?'' He looked confused, `` Or last?''
`` Neither, who is ralph?'' I look at him, `` You must have the phone confused. This is the phone of Annie Hawthorne and Glenn Smith?'' He looks at the model, turns it on and checks the info.
`` Ah, yep. Annie Hawthorne, but, uh.'' He looks at me and back at the phone. I grab it from him and look at the screen.
Ralph:'Hey babe, what you doing tonight'
Annie:'Sitting in with the boring boyfriend.: <'
Ralph:'Just say you have a client and come out with me, we can have some fun later!; )'
Annie:'Or how about we just go straight to fun, and then go out?'
I stand in shock, the service rep knew this was going to be an awkward place to be. So he tried to switch to, `` So, with the repairs. We are not charging you because you have protection, I'm just going to need that back and I'll print you off a receipt so you can get through the door.'' He started working quickly on his till while I browsed her chat history with'Ralph'.
On the way home, I looked at her phone like it was laughing at me. It was two months of them first messing around, that was when she started fighting me a lot too. I opened the jewelry I just bought, it was an engagement ring. `` Well, that was fast.'' I just pulled out a loan in my name too for her wedding planning, the house is in her name, and I have n't spoken to my friends in a few years.'What am I going to do?' I say to myself, I call the barber shop.
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[ WP ] Everybody has an aura . Most people have a solid color or more commonly a murky combination of two . You begin to suspect your aura is scaring people away from you .
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When I was four, I asked my mom why I could see rainbows around everyone but me. She said she did n't know much science, but it had something to do with the way light worked. I did n't understand, but did n't worry either.
When I was in second grade, I asked my teacher why Chris's head looked like a black hole. Apparently, that was rude. I was told not to say such things.
I brought the matter up again when I was 13. It was Christmas Eve. My grandmother had stopped us in the doorway to fuss over my grandfather's tie selection. After a few moments, he pushed her hands away lazily and started towards the pews.
`` Honestly dear, of all the combinations you could have picked...'' She spoke kindly, but there was frustration in her voice.
`` There's nothing wrong with red.''
`` No dear, it's green.''
`` Huh. Well, no matter.''
`` Why do n't you just ask next time?''
He chuckled. `` Woman, I've been colorblind since the day God put me on this good earth. HE was n't worried if I'd pick out the right tie.''
With her sigh of exasperation, we took our seats. A thought occurred to me.
`` Grandpa, does that mean you ca n't tell what color grandma is?''
He looked surprised. `` Honestly girl, we're both Scandinavian. It's hard to mistake.''
`` No, I mean Green! She's always been green.''
He looked at me like I had sprouted an extra head. Embarrassed for reasons I did n't completely understand, I tried to smooth things over.
`` You know, the lights around you. Most people are kind of boring and splotchy, but hers looks just like grass. And Father Dan is the brightest red I've ever seen. Do they look the same to you?''
He definitely looked annoyed now. `` Lights!? I have no idea what you're talking about. You're a bit old to be rattling off that kind of nonsense.''
Confused and a little ashamed, I looked back to my grandmother for reassurance. The look she gave me scared me in a way I had never been scared before. Borderline panic. Shock. Concern. Sadness.
`` Oh my.'' She whispered, before grabbing her handbag and standing. `` We should be going.''
`` Margaret! Not. Now.'' Grandpa growled out in a low voice.
`` Yes. Now.'' She snapped back. This was n't like either of them.
`` After.'' He said dismissively.
Neither of them said another word throughout the entire service. They did n't speak to anyone afterwards. On the drive home, they did n't even turn on the radio. My mind was racing with all the possibilities. I could n't understand what I'd done wrong, but it must have been something bad.
The moment the front door clicked shut, my grandmother turned to me. She was wringing her hands in that way old women do when they're about to say something uncomfortable.
`` Sweeie, there's something we need to tell you.''
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[ WP ] In the future , a populated space station exists with multiple sectors , but one remains unfinished . Why is it unfinished and what does it currently look like ?
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I'm not very good with Reddit formatting, and I'm horribly out of practice, but here you go.
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Janice looked out through the quickly passing view-ports, lost in thought. The same sight had greeted her now as it had the hundreds or thousands of times previously. *There was once a time when a sight like this was thought impossible, * she mused inwardly. To her, her colleagues, and to most humans still alive, however, the view was simply mundane. Ordinary. Even boring. *Well, maybe not boring. *
Before her was the a view of the greatest engineering project ever attempted by mankind. A space station of impossible size stretched outward from view. Part of it, at least. It was nearly impossible to visually see all of it, even when not currently being pulled along one of its impossibly long'hookline highways' that existed within it.
*Centuries of work. Countless lives lived, made, and lost in the construction process. All that, just to have it become mundane. * Janice frowned as the thought permeated through her. She was in one of her darker moods, apparently. She hated the part of her brained that functioned that way, at times. Deciding it better to just shut down than to travel further down the rabbit hole, she shifted her attention to the noises around her.
A few meters ahead of her on the line, some children seemed to be talking excitedly. She noticed that they would sometimes let go of the hand hold to talk with their hands in that way excited way people tended too. Seemingly innocent ( and all too common place, truth be told ), the simple act is deadly dangerous, especially on the highway. *Their parents'll thank me later, * she thought to herself as she sent a mental snapshot to one of the station's many security centers. *I'll find out who those two are when I get to the office. Then make sure their teachers go over proper safety procedures again. Hell, I should just send a flag out into the system for a station wide reminder. *
The rest of the trip was unremarkable, same as ever. People talked. People slept. People bopped their heads along to some song or another that was playing in their mind. It was always a dull trip into the main hub sections, especially one of the Core Hubs. *Especially my hub. * She allowed a feeling of pride to surface, but only for a moment. After all, it was n't an easy job to keep Order here.
Before too long, Janice had started approaching the terminal for her stop. With a press of a button on her hand-hold, it shifted lanes, spun her around the tube, and proceeded to slow her down on approach to the station. The deceleration was harsh and jarring but necessary, lest she crash into a bulkhead at hundreds of miles per hour.
*What a pretty painting that'd make, * came the morbid thought. She had seen such'accidents' before, of course. It was a common enough occurrence that most fresh officers were expected to see at least three within their first 6 months. It was currently one of the more common ways of assured suicide on the station.
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I'm gon na have to come back to this. I also want to see what the formatting is like. I'll get to the `` unfinished'' part a bit later. I was just world building. It's also kind of jumpy and spastic. Sorry for that.
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[ WP ] As someone is time travelling and changing the past , you have to live in a constantly changing present .
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I eyed the piece of bacon on my plate suspiciously. It looked more like a bacon-shaped and bacon-scented dog treat than *actual* bacon. `` Honey, what is this?''
She slid the eggs out of the frying pan onto my plate and made a regretful face. `` I know, I'm sorry. It's some kind of soy bacon. Some environmental terrorists managed to get ahold of one of the time warp portals and went back to fiddle with the 1950s. Somehow they managed to convince the U.S. Government that meat products were related to communism or something. I did n't have time to read the report very closely. The point is that everything is vegetarian now. Even the eggs are...'' She sneered at the pile of yellow on my plate, `` well, I do n't exactly know what they are. Should be fixed by lunch though.''
I sighed and bit into the bacon. It had the texture of rubber, and the taste was n't too far off either. Damn time meddlers. Every day some other crazy group decides to go back and change things, thinking that maybe no one in the present will notice. It seems like I constantly wake up in the Third Reich when some stupid college kid builds a closet time machine and goes back to make Hitler a martyr or something. I could deal with a little soy bacon if that was going to be the worst of today's time corrections.
`` What are you plans for today, honey?'' I asked, biting into my toast. At least strawberry jam was the same.
`` Paul has that field trip today for science class,'' she said. `` Cretaceous period.'' She nodded over to the plastic suits in the corner that would pretty much immobilize our son while he was back in time. Would n't want someone stepping on the wrong little mammal or something like that. `` The school is requiring twice the normal number of parents after the American Revolution incident.'' I rolled my eyes. Some punk in our daughter's class had decided that the lamp from Old North Church would make for a nice souvenir and had accidentally prevented America from ever existing. Boy, the Time Rectification Division had *not* been happy about that and even threatened to cancel all time trips for every student in the district. Luckily the History department had enough clout with the administration to make sure that did n't happen.
I checked my watch. `` Well, hon, as much as I loved eating my blobs of soy,'' I grinned as she scowled at me, `` I must be off to work.'' I grabbed my keys, gave her a kiss, and headed towards the door.
She waved the morning time rectification report at me. `` Take the I-16 instead of your normal route. It looks like...'' she studied the screen a bit closer, `` Wow, that's a doozy. Someone apparently went back to pre-Columbian America and formed an empire for themselves. The Rectification Division is still getting rid of the monumental statues where the highway used to be.'' I rolled my eyes. More megalomaniacs going back and playing god with advanced technology.
I headed out to my car. Just as I reached for the door handle, everything began to shimmer in a time slip. `` Oh, come on!'' I growled, checking my watch again. With the traffic diversion, I was *already* going to be late.
When everything solidified again, my gleaming new car was gone, replaced by what looked like an old steam-powered Model-T. `` Great,'' I grumbled, sliding into the seat and trying to work the bellows enough to get this pile of junk moving. Yet another day where someone decides to fix global warming by preventing humans from every using fossil fuels. `` Just fucking great.''
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[ WP ] You , a side character in a horror movie who 's destined to die , found the movie script by luck and is now trying to survive .
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`` `` Let's see... Ca n't go this way, I'll meet up with the monster... This way? Nope, will meet with one of his baby monster eggs and it'll eat me somehow...''
I could n't go in any direction, at least according to this little paper that I found on the floor. It says it's a movie script for some movie. My squad did get slaughtered, so yeah, I have no better idea than follow this; it has a convenient map.
`` This! Yes! It says the last scene is when `` Jack'' dies, and there was already a dead guy there with a Jack nameta-''
`` Stop.''
No, you stop, I thought. I could n't get there, though; it was like the map was n't right. It looked like I saw a light, you know, that light at the end of the tunnel crap? Yeah, I thought that; do n't blame me, when you're being hunted by something you do n't think that much, and what you do think is n't quite right, usually.
`` I said stop.''
I was so close, but so far...! The light was getting closer, but... very slowly. I looked at the script's map, and noticed where I was going...
The map was backwards. I was heading to the place where it said I was going to die. It was too late to run back; I'm gone for good. I hear a noise behind me and release myself... I only heard a sharp stab noise, and, a bit later, a `` CUT!''. ``
`` That was a really difficult character to pull off, damn. I need a coffee.''
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[ WP ] The US Government finds Liberty Prime .
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DISCLAIMER
THIS PROMPT IS A JOKE ON DONALD TRUMP
ANY RACIAL OFFENSE IS THERE SO IT WOULD BE MORE TRUMP
I WILL DELETE THIS IF THIS OFFENDS ANYONE JUST COMMENT BELOW ABOUT IT
'So, Can this kill Mexicans.'
'Yes Mr President.'
'Can it kill communists.'
'Yes Mr President.'
'So, how long until we can deploy this into mexico?'
'3 hours'
'Start the countdown and arm the nukes on it, tell we when its going to battle.'
Mexico
A giant robot with nukes on the back of it is stamping through mexico, buildings fall and shatter, death and destruction everywhere.
The Robot stops
and declares
'TRUMP's HAIR IS NON NEGOTIABLE'
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[ WP ] Despite general distrust of Congressmen and Senators , they are fighting a secret , underground war . Bribes appreciated .
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Hal took a deep breath and looked around the sparse room. Tired faces looked back at him. The smell of burnt hair permeated the air. After so many terms, the fight wore you down.
He had no idea when he ran for office that it would lead him down this long and weary path.
`` When's the next mission?'' asked a gaunt Republican.
`` I'm not...'' Hal paused as the oval table in the center of the room lit up.
`` Where are we on our funding goals, Hal?'' John's voice echoed through the room.
`` We're getting slaughtered by these damn aliens. We need more purchasing power from Appropriations to buy from the Galactics.''
`` The last mission was hell John. We managed to get a convoy through to the House, but we are non-effective at this point. We need help.''
`` Screw your help, Hal. Get more or I'll have you impeached before I'm gone myself.'' John's voice shut off as the table went dark.
`` Asshole..'' someone quietly said from across the room.
`` You heard the man. Gear up'' Hal tried to put some steel in his voice as he grabbed his M-16.
Around the room, men and women, damned heroes, grabbed their gear.
Hal took one last look around the room. `` I'm proud to serve alongside all of you.''
He grabbed the door handle, ripped it open and walked into the blinding light.
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[ IP ] Exercise your adjectives with some AbandonedPorn .
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It was a beautiful afternoon in the pinewoods. I like to walk through the trees, even now, after all that happened to me that day. Some birds were singing, as usual, and I could n't hear the footsteps approaching me, disguised by the brown needles lying on the ground. I did notice them, though, but it was too late. Two big hands were holding my arms and a shoe was on my back. In a second or two I was on the ground. I had never seen the needles from so close. The floor looked soft when I was standing, but it was so hard that every movement, every attempt at escaping ended up with my face aching more and more.
Some minutes had passed and I had already given up. He was running his firm fingers through my red shiny hair. His hands were clean and his nails were neater than mine. When he left, I was there lying in front of a car I had n't ever seen, even though it seemed to have been there for some months, even years. Half of my life was spent on that forest, so it was a strange thing to experience. The rusty metal on its bonnet and doors fit perfectly with the landscape. The bumper did n't, but it still told stories of old times, when it could still be of some use.
I sat there examining it for a while until the sky grew darker. Then I cried and an hour passed by. I got up but could n't walk, so I lied there and slept until around midnight. Then I ran away. I could n't remember the way home right then, since I was a bit disoriented, but the woodpiles, the holes in the ground, the lights and sounds just happened to lead me to some facility in the middle of the forest. I almost felt tempted to go in, but a spider moved near the door. I'm not terrified of them, but I'm not very fond of them either, so I ran in the opposite direction and got home, made a cup of tea, sat on the old bench in my yard, looked at the sky and remembered his hands.
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edit: Just read it. Not very descriptive, but my vocabulary in English somewhat basic. I guess I could have done a better job had I had a dictionary at hand. I'm just too lazy to get up...
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[ WP ] You 're sitting in your kitchen eating breakfast when a man in a lab coat walks in and says , `` The experiment is over . Thank you for your time . ''
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`` The experiment is over. Thank you for your time''
'Pardon?'
`` The exp-''
'I heard that. I'm wondering what you mean.'
`` Ah, sorry. For the last ten years, you have been helping the British Government and Apple by allowing us to control every aspect of your day to day. Are those scones?''
'H-help yourself. So when I lost my keys on tuesday-'
`` That was our doing, yes.''
'My dog. His-'
`` That was a tricky one, but yes. Oh now do n't be so glum; thousands of lives are going to be saved as a result of this!''
'WHY ME THOUGH?!'
`` Me! Me! Me!... no wonder Mary divorced you last year.''
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[ WP ] The last living human being on earth searches for a way to die honorably .
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I spent the majority of my life arranging for the final plan; how I would love the concept of ending it quickly, but I did not deserve such a release.
Finally my work was almost coming to an end, I had just finished arranging the last corpse into its position, joining the millions of others frozen around us.
I held up the capsule and slowly began to open it, for all this time I had thought of it as a weapon, but now I realized that it can also be used to make art. The very art I hope will warn future civilizations to not follow in our footsteps.
I pressed the Ice-9 to my cheek and waited for the art to be complete.
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[ IP ] Floating business man without legs
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“ Hello! Welcome to Trustwell Planning Group! A representative will be with you soon. ”
“ God, those things freak me the hell out. ” Emma took a couple of steps away from the figure on the holostand.
“ I don ’ t think that ’ s the normal response, ” Todd said. He rubbed the small of her back.
“ They ’ re creepy, ” she said, sitting on the bench provided.
“ You are currently fifth in line to be served! ” the figure on the holostand said. “ Can I provide you with any entertainment? ”
“ No, just let us know when it ’ s our turn, ” Todd said. The figure nodded silently and disappeared.
Emma frowned. “ You don ’ t think they ’ re weird? They could at least give them a full body. ”
“ I guess I don ’ t think about it too much. It ’ s just a thing. ” Todd sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. “ What ’ s this about? ”
Emma shrugged. She looked around the room. It was designed to be welcoming, to set someone at their ease. But as with most corporate offices these days it was designed by some algorithm, and wasn ’ t quite right. Everything about it was just off enough to make her feel out of place.
“ Are we ready for this? ” she asked.
“ The tests all say we are, ” Todd said. “ We wouldn ’ t have been picked if we didn ’ t have some qualities they thought made us ready and able. ”
“ I know, ” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “ I guess I ’ m just scared. ”
“ It would be weird if you weren ’ t, ” Todd told her. “ I am too. But we ’ re going through this together. I got your back. ”
She smiled at him, then gasped slightly as the figure reappeared. “ Mr. and Mrs. Rhodes? The representative will see you now. ”
The door to the room slid open with a soft sigh, and a lighted strip on the floor showed them which way to go. They stood up from the bench. Todd looked at her with a question in his eyes. She smiled, took his hand and nodded.
“ And congratulations, ” the holostand said as they left the room. “ I ’ m sure you ’ ll make wonderful parents. ”
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[ WP ] You have the power to heal mental illnesses . To do so , you enter the minds of others , where you and the illness fight in subconscious hand-to-hand combat . You 've seen all the ugly faces of the major illnesses , and beaten them all , but today you encounter one you 've never seen before .
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I always thought I was a hero of sorts, that by eradicating the demons locked beneath I was helping mankind and up until now I have faced them all down. Depression, a shadow beast that creates an aura of fatigue and weakness, anxiety disorders the infamous sporadic creatures that seemed to ooze an unnerving gas that caused a feeling of uneasy panic, were two I fought most commonly. Yet as I walked into the creaky decaying nursing home room coming face to face with yet another client, a old decrepit Caucasian man, I felt something was wrong, very wrong. `` Are you Mr.Smith?'' I asked, He nodded solemnly `` relax and close your eyes'', I said closing mine as well and using the cursed silver bell I stole and began to delve into his mind. I opened them to find myself in a metal chair seemingly in the middle of massive metal room with dead bodies strewn about. Looking around I noticed a shadow with a silvery lining. It stared me down for what felt like forever until I went to stand up and suddenly it leapt for me and I dove in panic and it leapt again and I struck out landed a hit and tossing it several feet. it stood up seeing it clearly it perfectly resembled the old man and smiled. `` what are you?'' I asked. Looking up at me and smiled,'' I am kleptomania driven by insatiable blood-lust and now what is yours is mine and from its right hand produced my silver bell and in an instant it vanished leaving me trapped here forever in the old man's mind...
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[ WP ] Bob does n't realise he 's a robot until he fails a captcha five times in a row .
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'Four tries, and still nothing,' thought Cymon with puzzlement. The holographic test seemed to be impossible. Letter, letter, number, what-the-fuck-is-that, letter, number... Then a blur that looks like it *should* be a word, but... Why did n't it stay predictably on a single line? Cymon typed in his best estimation, looked away, and pressed enter. *Error*.
Cymon looked down at his hands, and a soft creek sounded from his neck. Could it be possible? Was he a machine? After all, he had failed the *fail-safe* test of anthropomorphism. Swinging his arms restlessly he creaked and clanked out of the chair, and stretched his arms before him, emitting an iron like sigh. He unplugged a cord from his hip, feeling overcharged.
`` Hmph.'' He said, lifting a black bottle. He splashed oil on his shoulders with with mechanic habitualness. He creaked with relief. In that moment, an idea struck. He bent over with a groan, and closing the captcha, began typing into the Google search bar.'*Does oil... *,
*stain? * offered Google, *burn easily? * it added. `` No,'' uttered Cymon.'*Does oil consumption affect captcha perception? *'. No useful results. This was deeply unsettling.'Maybe too specific,' he thought. He deleted the previous search.'*Can oil consumption... *'
*Be deadly? *, Google asked. That did n't sound right at all. Oil was good. It was healthy. Unless of course that was only the case for machines.
He clanked sombrely to the window, and scanned the scene outdoors. An elderly woman tottered by, with her grey hair pulled tightly into a bun. Cymon scratched his polished, shiny head. Her skin was creased, mottled, like an undercooked pancake, clinging to her face. Cymon touched his shiny, polished face. Firm and strong. Shiny, polished, and so unquestionably different.'All this time,' he thought bitterly,'I believed my operating system was *human*'. He then remembered with acute embarrassment *that girl* that had run screaming from him, after he had run amorous.exe.
He then realised with sadness that apology.exe had also failed because their data formats had been helplessly incompatible. It seemed she had been right after all... There was no patch to be downloaded for amorousness and canoodling. Their operating systems made it impossible.
He remembered with even more pain the swimming pool party he had once been invited to. Standing at the bottom of the pool, he had failed to understand how everyone else could be so *buoyant*. He had thrown his arms and legs in all directions, but was eventually winched awkwardly out and invited not to return ( having injured one child, and damaged the ceramic base of the pool ). What a fool he must have looked.
Looking at his shiny, polished feet, he creaked and whined his way slowly back into the seat. He nudged the mouse, and looked back up. The screen flickered back to life. In the corner of the screen, the time holograph was indecipherable. `` I ca n't read it!'' He suddenly called. With squeaky speed he pulled out the top drawer in the computer desk, and lifted out a box labeled `` holograph prescription''. Inside were a pair of shiny, polished lens attachments, and he clicked them on to the hinges above his scanner. The time blossomed into perfect clarity. He creaked with glee, and reopened the captcha. `` Letter, letter, number, letter, number,'' he said with triumph. `` And... CABBAGE''. Once more, Cymon pressed *enter*. As the seconds passed, he twiddled his charging cord in his hands. Then - *accepted! Thanks for verifying. *
Cymon dropped the cord, and threw his shiny, polished head back against his chair. `` Thank God for that,'' he said. `` I guess I'm human after all.'' He leant forwards, and again picked up the black bottle. With perfect satisfaction, he unscrewed the cap. `` That calls for a celebration.''
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[ WP ] `` She said she loved him . '' Insert the word `` only '' anywhere in this sentence . It must be the final sentence of your story .
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Here's to trying something new...
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He opened his eyes and stared at the things laid out infront of him.
A bottle of absinthe, a flintlock pistol and a picture.
He leaned forward and grabbed the picture first, drawn to it.
He wept a silent tear as he looked at the young woman in the picture.
Her green emerald eyes staring out at him.
He lets his fingers glide over it, before gently putting it back on the table.
He grabs the bottle of absinthe, ripping off the cork and throwing it away.
He takes several large gulps, not seeming to care about the strength of it,
His body tensing up as the aftertaste hits, before relaxing completely.
He lets the bottle fall to the ground, the few drops left forming a pool.
He grabs the loaded pistol and brings it up to his lips.
He kisses it gently, like those lips he's kissed before.
He pulls the trigger, and cries nevermore.
And like she had said.. Only she said she loved him..
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[ WP ] Society is run by five year olds .
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`` This is bullshit!''
Duane was outraged. You see, three weeks earlier Duanes's lovely wife had taken the liberty of cleaning his contacts for him. Unfortunately for Duane she did not stop to think about whether or not using bleach was actually the best idea. Bless her soul.
`` Nobody in my house can see! How the hell would any of us have even ordered this? I'm not paying!''
In an effort to make it up to Duane, his saint of a wife decided to try `` watching a mile in his eyes,'' so to speak. She tends to stick with what she knows. Bless her soul.
`` We're terribly sorry about the mistake, sir. You'll see those charges disappear in just a few days''
Duane seemed to calm down.
`` But you know the rules.''
Duane turned to leave. With one arm victoriously wrapped around his wife, he dropped a dollar on the floor next to the Swear Jar and ran into the wall next to the door.
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[ WP ] Write a story using only the suggestion buttons on your mobile phone / tablett .
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I feel like mine works best as a poem:
*I am a beautiful person. *
*I have to do that. I have to do that. *
*I will give me some of these*
*are just some things you need a good day, *
*I will not put it into your browser*
*to get to Atlanta for you, *
*and then you have a nice Christmas and I*
*am not there, *
*I will not put it into your browser to get to Atlanta for you, *
*and the rest. *
*the first to review this booking confirmation for*
*the next several weeks ago. *
*the first time in the morning. I went to the next few days. *
*I have to do that. *
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[ WP ] You are the leader of a society . Your link karma is the current year ( AD ) , and your comment karma is your population . What does your civilization look like ? [ x-post from r/AskReddit ]
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Year: 2,348
Population: 21,827
As mayor of the small mining outpost MTGX-142857 in a group of asteroids, I mainly deal with miners and their families.
We're sort of out of the way, in the Trojan asteroids of Jupiter. Most of the claims have been staked in the Asteroid Belt, so we decided to be one of the first group of people out here. We've already harvested several of the asteroids that showed promising surface compositions from spectroscopy, so just as many people are out collecting core samples from the others.
Everything but some raw metals can be found in abundance, thanks to our advancements in solar power, hydroponics, genetic engineering of plantlife, and we live well in to our 200's thanks to Telomere engineering which most people get done.
Everyone has everything they need to live, but the occasional find of precious metals offer some oppurtunities for luxury for the miner's families. Since we are a sort of remote outpost, there are plenty of goods that do n't normally come on the supply ships or from our hydroponic bays. Communications are also delayed, with it being 33 minutes for lightspeed communication to Earth at best, and much slower when relying on relay satellites ( which come in handy when you are surrounded by rocks ).
Thankfully the long ping time prevents the majority of the VR craze, as it is mostly limited to the children in our small community.
Still, my community mostly attracts the older families who enjoy some level of work, but there are the occasional kooks from this rising religion of the Red Eye that do n't like us defiling their sacred pieces of rock.
One of the biggest recent social issues are the rights of A.I.'s. They have had basic human rights for some time ( even have recognition of Human-A.I. unions ), but would are mainly seeking voting rights at this time. Opponents make the clear point that more A.I.'s could be manufactured, or existing ones hacked. The popular solution currently is to have the A.I.'s elect their own representative, rather than be involved in the human elections. Some feel integration is key, and I'm inclined to agree. I do n't see the A.I.'s peacefully leaving to form their own community, since that would n't solve the problem of us just creating new A.I.'s ( which appears to be increasingly offensive to the current A.I.'s every year ).
We do n't see too many A.I.'s, since the mining work here is n't dangerous - if it was, people would n't do it. Some of the larger operations in the Asteroid Belt or in one of the Deep Earth Mining operations use them in excess, but no one complains since no Humans want those dangerous jobs.
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[ WP ] You are an astronaut on the International Space Station , two weeks after the nuclear war has begun .
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The war started 5 days ago.
Well, it was n't really a war since it lasted merely a few hours. And when the dust settled, no one won.
In a nuclear war no one wins. Our communications were lost with ground control. I think we're done for. We have maybe a weeks worth of food left before we run out.
At least 2 of our astronauts left a few days before the first bombs landed. Hopefully they died a quick death compared to the slow drawn out death we will go through.
But that's only if we choose to try to survive. Maybe I'll just drift off into space.
Well. I've made my choice.
This is Major Tom to ground control.
I'm stepping through the door.
And I'm floating in the most peculiar way.
And the earth looks very different today.
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Feedback always appreciated: D
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[ WP ] The entire human population are put into induced comas in underground facilities . You do n't dream or age . Today is `` The Awakening '' and humans will walk the Earth for the first time in 25 years . The doors open and you take your first step into the world you used to call home .
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It had been a long time coming, when we finally smelled the roses. The coffee when we woke was a treat - but the rose garlands by all the exits to the outside would be talked about by historians for the rest of time, eternal or not as the case may be. The AI really appeared to have come into its own with those flowers.
Nobody could be sure if the the virus was completely gone - tracking & collecting humans was a much easier endeavor than collecting all the other potential virus - host mammals.
But what we were sure of, the NeoArc project had bought us as much time as it could. We were all asleep - but that did n't mean we did n't all have promises. To ourselves & to those we slept next to, organized & then carefully segregated by genetic mapping, families torn asunder by the need for future genetic diversity as much as the casuluty rate of the virus itself.
I awoke 1,000 miles from the nearest place I had ever lived. So keeping my promises would be rather easy. As everyone else stripped to their underwear, stumbling & squinting in the light, I followed a faint rasp in the air until I got back to the windmill a couple blocks from the NeoArc. Still there! The blades still turning! At the end of the train station complex, near the power lines.
A shard of glass wrapped in the brittle cloth of a nearby corpse made quick work of the Kudzu. The hardened plastic box proved more plaible to a big chunk of rebar than the lock itself. Hmmm. 60 bucks a month for security and all it took was an over-built rock? The whoosh of pressurized, climate controlled air knocked me back. Mom's speggatti, in a warm 60 degree vacumm for a generation, was ready to be eaten. LIke the AI, I too had come into my own. One last taste of the ties that used to bind. I could n't tear my attention from that bowl of pasta until it had disappeared. Finally finishing, I begant to tear into the black plastic wrapping protecting most of the lockers contentents.
There it was! Roundwing! My tears of releaf were almost as blinding as the liquid gold of the sun reflecting off her beautiful hydro-formed aluminum.
I could n't believe vacum-sealing preserved the tires & the grease & the plushness of the chamois. But 3 minutes later, I was suited up.
All it took was the temporary end of the world & 99 % of her population. But finally. FINALLY! A bike ride without cars, without lights, without the need for locks. And If these things ever came back, I swear to god I wont regret doing it all over again.
The glass vial of virus, strapped to either thigh, a deadman switch for a year, a decade, a century from now, when I had my fill, and finally fall off the saddle onto the asphalt. Shattering. The sleep was n't humanities brake - this was. From the big sleep. For the next rider. Whomever they were and however they surivived.
I knew this would be the longest, best, most lonely ride of my life & I pretended mother nature was finally restored enough to be grateful as I pedaled over the bodies & out of earshot of the survivors without looking back.
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[ WP ] [ NSFW ] When someone masturbates , the person they masturbate to feels it as well .
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It was a strange world now, of delusion and mystery
no one knew in my belt there lay quite a history
A fleeting wish had become true.
power which no man had ever knew
Here I was, in my sitting room.
a storm to brew my thoughts askew
on that night with the magic lamp
if only i had kept it in my pants
now a man far past my prime
if i could go back in time
and undo the change on the drop of a dime
given a chance to enact some good
perhaps Id considered I certainl-ooh *OooHhh* **mmmm**
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[ WP ] A couple finds an old VHS tape in the attic of their house . They play it and discover that it was left by a serial killer who used to live in the house .
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The dark figure walked down the dull lit room. Stopping just out of focus for the camera.
`` Since you are playing this tape that means two things. Firstly, you've found this tape in the attic. Secondly, you're going to die.'' The grim voice bellowed.
`` John turn it off, turn it off.'' Rachel cried.
John reached for the control and turn the T.V off.
`` Call the police.'' Rachel asked of him.
`` Calm down Rach, it's probably just a prank. The kids who use to live here probably made it. And left it in the attic to scare the next people who moved in. Do n't get scared.'' John said, hoping to calm her down.
Rachel got up from the sofa and began to pace around the living room, biting her nails, she had n't bitten her nails in years.
John put his arms around her and said `` if it means you'll calm down, I'll call the police. Maybe they will get you to believe this is just a prank.''
John reached for the phone of the wall. `` I'm going to call them now, okay.'' He dialled the number. `` Erm Rach, the phone is n't working.''
`` What you mean the phone is n't working.'' Rachel asked panicking.
`` I mean the phone line is dead.''
Rachel grabbed her keys from the coffee table. `` We're leaving now.''
The lights went. The whole house was in darkness. The only light was from the nearest neighbour's house, which was about one-hundred yards away.
Rachel reached the door and turned the handle. `` John the doors locked.'' She tried her keys but they wo n't work. `` The key are n't working either.'' She began to tremble.
`` The back door quickly.'' John ordered.
They both stumbled into the kitchen, knocking the ornaments from the shelves as they searched for the door.
`` John this door is locked too.''
`` Stand back Rach.'' John ordered. He then charged at the back door, taking it from the hinges, landing on the grass outside.
They both ran alongside the corn field towards their neighbour's house.
John could feel his heart beating rapidly, it felt like it was going to rip though his chest. They ran at full speed, the adrenaline had kicked in at this point. They never looked back once in fear of what they might see.
They reached the doorstep and John pounded his hands on the door.
`` Please you've got to let us in.'' John screamed.
The door opened, old man Peters stood in the doorway.
`` Is everything okay? You're both shaking.''
`` Please help us.'' Rachel screeched at the top of her lungs.
`` Of course, of course. Come in.'' Old man Peters said, he stepped aside and let them in.
Rachel looked out the front window into the darkness of the fields. She could n't see anything.
`` Someone is trying to kill us.'' Rachel proclaimed.
`` I see. I'll be right back.'' Old man Peters told them. He walked into the corridor and then up the stairs. The staircase creaking as he went up each step. These old farm houses have a reputation of doing that.
`` Where's he's gone?'' Rachel asked.
`` He's probably gone to get his gun. Everyone out in the country as one.''
The staircase began to crack again. This time the steps were slow and without any rhythm. The creaking came to a holt. Next the door swung open again. Old man Peters stood in the doorway menacingly, dry eyed, double barrel shotgun in hand.
`` I see you two found my tape. I was wondering how long it would take. You two are the fasted yet.'' Old man Peters tonelessly said.
The sound of a shotgun echoed through the fields. The screams of a woman came next, then met with another blast. After which there was n't a sound.
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[ WP ] You have an irrational hatred of something mundane like the movie Ratatouille , ketchup , or baby penguins . What 's the backstory ?
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INT. Bedroom - Morning
TED ( 42 ) is sleeping in his bed in a t-shirt and pj pants. He's covered up with the blanket and a little of the cool morning light peeks around the edges of the blinds.
KIM ( 41 ) walks in the room with a robe and kisses his forehead.
KIM
Merry Christmas.
TED stretches and groans. He sits up and smiles at KIM
TED
Merry Christmas. You wan na come back to bed and lay here with me for a while.
KIM
No. I have a surprise for you. Put your robe on and follow me.
EXT. Front Yard - Continuous
KIM is standing in the open doorway of the house waiting for TED. He walks out the door and KIM's smile grows as she waits for his reaction.
TED walks past the shiny Acura with the bow on it and gets in his ten year old Chevy and drives away.
KIM pulls out her phone and calls TED's cell. It rings twice and goes to voicemail.
KIM
What is the matter with you? I thought you'd be happy I got you a new car!
INT. Bar - Night
A dimly lit hole in the wall filled with the kind of people you'd expect in a bar on Christmas Day, including TED in his pajamas and robe.
The door swings open and lets the cold air in. CHRIS ( 18 ) walks in and sits next to TED.
CHRIS
You know Kim's looking for you? She does n't know why you took off. Said she bought you a new car for Christmas.
TED
Yeah, a fucking Acura.
CHRIS
Jesus. She did n't know man.
TED
Yeah, how's she supposed to know. Never really got around to that conversation.
TED chuckles and looks down at his drink.
We got in a fender bender with one at a mall parking lot one time. I started kicking the guy's grille in and threatening to kill him and his family.
CHRIS
You should talk to her about this man.
TED
Yeah. I probably should.
INT. Kim's house - Day
Kim's phone rings. An unkown number. She answers it.
TED
Hi Kim
KIM
You've got a lot of nerve calling me! You do n't come home, you do n't call for two weeks! I should hang up on you right now.
TED
Please do n't hang up Kim. I've only got one call and I just wanted to explain to you why I left on Christmas. After I drove off I went to a bar and I got drunk. I stayed in a cheap hotel near the bar for a bit. One day I was getting ready to go to the bar again but the snow was coming down so hard the cabs were n't running. I decided to walk instead. On the way there I came across an Acura dealer. Now I'm in jail for smashing thirteen headlights and seven windshields.
I'm not calling you to bail me out. I just wanted to tell you it's not your fault and you could n't have known.
KIM
What is the matter? Why do you hate these cars so much?
TED
You never met my brother, Chris. He was the smart one, really going places. He graduated highschool valedictorian, had a full ride to Harvard. My parents were so proud they got him an Acura for his graduation gift.
He went to a graduation party later that week. He got in a fender bender on the way home, nothing serious. His airbag went off though. It was defective and instead of a cushion of air to minimize some minor whiplash he got a face full of shrapnel. He was lifeflighted to the hospital where he stayed on a ventilator for 18 hours. He died from a fucking airbag.
My parents took Acura to court for it. They were n't looking for a huge payout. Just wanted to have them pay the medical bills and to protect other families from the same thing. Did n't matter though. They said since Chris had a couple beers even though he was under the legal limit that the accident was his fault.
Like I said, it's not your fault. I thought I could finally move on. Looks like I was wrong. You should move on and find someone who treats you as good as you deserve. Do n't wait for me.
KIM
Ted, we could go to counseling. We could work this out.
INT. Jail - Continuous
TED hangs up the payphone and walks back to the guard.
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[ WP ] A coven of vampires chase their snack , a human child into a closed down Disneyland . Disneyland awakens after sensing the child and the danger it 's in , It would use its magic once more to protect .
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Folk tales, she had dismissed them as, stories to keep the children in line. She cursed herself now, as she ran through the through the forest, twigs snapping beneath her boots. These would alert her pursuers, she knew, but better to flee than to face those monsters. They had looked so human, but it was only when they smiled that their true nature were revealed.
That had been well over an hour ago.
Sarah had been running towards what appeared to be a giant castle, so tall it could be seen all the way from her village. Word in the village was that, a great king once lived there, with his host of fantastical magical creatures. The stories had been tantalizing to listen to as a child, she remembered, but she was going to need more than stories to help her at the moment.
She continued to run, panting heavily, and slowed down to a jog as a great gate loomed over her. It had heavy chains holding it shut, but they were rusted enough that she was able break them with a rock.
As she stumbled into the main street, with the castle in the distance, she was awed by the various signs and papers on the walls. Faded as though they were, they had creatures she had never seen before on them, words in bright colors, relics of a happier time, she reminded herself.
Thus she made her way towards the castle, marveling at her surroundings, her pursuers long forgotten. There were great buildings all around, easily dwarfing those in her village, there was a mountain with mine-cart rails running through it, she could also make out a huge sphere in the distance, barely making out the letters SACE MUNTIN.
Before arriving at the castle, she came across a sword embedded in a stone that was raised up on a stage. It looked weird, however, with a handle that looked more like that of a key, compared to the the swords she had seen her father and brother use before.
Paying it no heed, she decided to move onward to explore the castle. This was when her pursuers decided to pounce. Having followed her through gate and deciding that there was nowhere she could run, they themselves had explored the area as well.
Sarah now realized her mistake, she should've attempted an escape while her pursuers were distracted and having lost her chance, she shut her eyes at what was to come.
Before resigning herself to her fate, however. She let her mind wander, to the myriad stories she had been told as a child. Stories she had been laughed at for believing.
Of a great king and his two companions, traveling the world in their magical ship, beating darkness back where it reared its ugly head. Of a fluffy blue creature with a tendency of wrecking havoc and destruction. Of an ancient green monster, who lifted things with his mind and fought with a sword of light. Of a powerful soldier, who wielded a sword so big, it would have taken four village men just to lift it up.
She braced herself for the pricks on her neck, followed by darkness.
And yet he pricks did not come, and she opened her eyes, curious.
Her pursuers had taken steps back, and they were staring behind her.
Just as she started to turn to look, she heard a rather high pitched voice say
'Ho-ho! You did good kid,' and she felt a kiss planted on her forehead.
'Thanks for believing in us.'
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[ WP ] write a story about child abuse , but make me feel bad for both the abuser and abused .
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My wife died two years ago. I just was n't able to cope. I turned to alchol to dull my pain, but I found something that made me feel better than the alchol. That was turning my depression against my son in rage. Of course it did n't solve anything. I kept drinking, and drinking. Hitting and hitting. I never felt better. I just kept getting more violent. Then my son could n't take it anymore. He shot himself. I ca n't live with this much sorrow. I should n't have pushed him like this. Why did I do those things to him? It's too late to be asking questions. It's always too late. Maybe if I did n't get home from work late that day my wife would still be alive, and so would my son. But it's too late for that. While I sit here covered in my son's blood I try so hard to think of reasons to live, but there are n't any. Not anymore anyway. Maybe if I did this sooner there would be only one body to take care of...
*A single gunshot rings out*
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[ WP ] Death approaches you and informs you that you have 57 minutes left and that he came early to see it all go down .
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( Pt.1 )
-Wtf.. Only 57minutes left?
-Yup
-really.. How? I just finished work... It happens on my way home? Car accident?
-Ca n't tell you bud, just got ta wait and see how it plays out.
I started this job exactly 6 years ago next month, did n't even make it to my wedding anniversary which is in a week..it's all ending so abruptly... How are my wife and kid going to take this...
-well then fuck going home, I need a drink.
My office was in a busy part of the business district. Bars were n't hard to find. I walked down the block to a local posche spot and ordered a fine scotch. 29 $ a glass.
-you want something? -
I asked death, fuckit why not.
-I ca n't drink-
-oh and let me guess, I'm the only one who can see you right? -
-that's right-
What a smug bastard, the nerve he had to show up just to watch it happen. Front row seat to my demise.
The worst part is he wouldnt tell me how it happens so I'd just wait in anticipation, as the minutes went by I started to get more and more paranoid of how it would go down.. Mugged, poisoned, trip and fall, freak accident, heart failure... Wtf is it going to be I wondered...
( Pt.2 later if I still give a shit )
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[ WP ] `` Babe , I 'm a Necromancer . ''
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`` There's something... oh god, I do n't really know how to say this,'' I blushed, trying to divert my gaze from the magnificent brown eyes that stared back at me.
`` It's okay, Manny,'' she replied, leaning forwards and putting her hand on mine, `` You can tell me.''
I took a deep breath and looked back up at her.
`` I'm not really... I'm not a pathologist. I lied.''
She remained silent, obviously awaiting the truth.
`` Babe... I'm a necromancer.''
`` What... like... the sort that raises the dead?'' The sound of her voice told me that she was more confused than judgemental, which was at least something I could work with.
`` Well, it's not just that, there's plenty more involved. Summoning spirits, communicating with them, making deals with the gods of the underworld in return for unlimited... well pretty much raising the dead.''
`` Wow! That's so cool!'' she squeaked, almost leaping out of her seat, `` I never thought I'd meet another one!''
`` Wait... you too?'' I smiled
She said nothing, but simply turned around and lifted her hands up in the air. At first nothing happened, but with a few seconds the floor began to crack. The ground itself opened up and out from underneath the restaurant the souls of the damned began to flow out, surrounding us.
`` Impressive.'' I laughed, `` I'm so happy you're okay with this, because there's a reason I wanted to tell you tonight.'' I clicked my fingers and the doors to the restaurant burst open. A skeleton dressed all in white staggered in, carrying a violin. He stopped at our table and began to play Camille Saint-Saëns's `` Dance Macabre''
`` Morticia Marie Jones,'' I said, reaching into the skeletons jacket and pulling out a rib, on which sat an engagement ring, `` Will you marry me?''
`` Of course!'' She screamed, taking the ring from my hands. She put it on and smiled to me, `` Oh Manny, you put the romance back in necromancer''
- Author note: I wrote the whole scene just so I had an excuse to write you put the romance back in necromancer
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[ WP ] You are reincarnated as a voice within a schizophrenic 's head .
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I died in a dream last night. People always speak ill of deadly dreams, a bad omen or sign of poor mental health. I laugh at such superstitions. Last night Is all such a blur, I do n't remember falling asleep, or getting back to my room. Just the dream.
A bit too vividly I must say. The beginning, as with most dreams, starts in the middle. I had somehow ran afoul of the law, finding myself being swarmed by cops, hatchet in hand. I do n't know why I had an axe or why they were surrounding me, but I know I panicked. I remember voices saying they were only here to help. My mom screaming my name, `` No'' and `` Stop''. It was at that point, the very beginning, when everything went wrong. I could feel potential energy building in my axe hand. Sweat beading across my forehead as the stress and tension built. I reacted. I reacted and I still remember what it felt like to be shot, as though I actually had been.
Impossible. Never had I woken up to such a beautiful day. Had the house to myself, the sun was shining, and a natural high had overtaken me before I left my bed. I considered turning on my phone, but had no real urge to check Youtube or my social media. Instead I shifted into cruise control, showering and cleaning up before breakfast. I was planning on getting Dunkin Donuts with Stu, but without realizing the conflict of interest I poured myself a bowl of Corn Pops. I noticed my plans need change halfway through the bowl, and noted to self I should tell Stu.
I found myself second guessing just about every thought I had this morning though. Stu sends a few texts before calling. I honestly meant to answer, I do n't know if it was me feeling bad for ditching plans I made or what. But I told myself to answer and I did n't. Always the crazy one, I briefly contemplated what my loss of control means to my well being. Before I could complete that thought, I was walking. Not at the table eating cereal, phone in hand. I was on my street walking away from home. I know why I was walking, the car was gone. I just did n't know where I was going..... # StoryOfMyLife. But I was going. Walking in the cold, dressed as though I lived in the Tropics.
I thought I should at least zip up my hoodie... Thats when it hit me: I am not in control anymore. I never felt the cold, and after failing to convince myself to zip up I realized It did n't matter anyway. I had been usurped in my own mind, no longer the decider but just one voice among many...
Almost as though I died and became reincarnated as a voice in my own mind....
To be continued. Or Nah.
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[ WP ] In a future post-apocalyptic world , primitive societies have lost all knowledge of music . Someone stumbles across a compilation of history 's greatest composers .
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Alright, next house.
Another day in a world in ruins, only way to survive is scavenging empty houses, and living on whatever you can find.
I opened the door, but it basically broke in half. The house looked pretty old, so I guess I could forgive it. I went right for the kitchen. Bread? Uh, probably gone bad by now. Canned beans? Ehhh, not a fan, but I guess Jamie will like them. Aha! I hit the jackpot here. Nice tub of honey. Now I know, honey is n't exactly the most healthy thing I could find, but fun fact, honey is the only food that does n't spoil.
Alright, time to leave...
SMASH!
I tripped over something. I do n't actually know what it is. What the heck?'Alina's CD Player' was written on it with what looks like Sharpie. Um, OK. This is definitely new. I have never seen anything quite like it. I doubt it's edible, considering it IS made out of what looks like metal. What does that say at the top?'Panasonic'? What the heck is that? It's got buttons, I guess. I probably should be careful with it, just in case it's dangerous or something.
I started examining it closer, just to make sure it was n't a mine or something. Those are pretty common in our world. Even if it was a mine, though, it is n't a very good one since it did n't go off. I finally decided that it was harmless, and well, played with it.
What's this button here? It looks like a + sign. Uh, let's press it! And nothing happened...
What about this square shape here? Did n't do anything either...
Well, bollocks, this is n't a very useful device at all, it does n't even do anything!
Alright, last button on this thing, what is it? Some sideways triangle with a slash between it and some weird 2 rectangles next to it. Well, the other buttons did n't cause any harm, why would this button? So I pressed it.
Nothing happened, again. But something was making noise. It was definitely inside the house. I panicked for a moment. I came alone.
`` Hello?''
I pulled my bat up just in case. I slowly walked around the house, through the kitchen, through the bathroom, through some of the bedrooms, and back to the living room. Nothing. BUT I COULD STILL HEAR THE NOISE! I was getting more frustrated than frightened. I went back to the'Panasonic' and grabbed my stuff and almost left, but I found the source of the noise. It was the Panasonic!
There was a wire connected to the Panasonic. At the end of the wire, there was this, I ca n't really explain it, thing that was making all the noise. It had two sides, one with a circle thing on both sides. Those circle things were both making noise. I decided to pick up the thing, and listen closer to the noise. There was somebody talking, with some other odd noises in the background! That was kind of rude to make noises while somebody's talking. I listened closer...
`` Because maybeeeeeeee, you're gon na be the one that saves meeeeee''
Is he talking to me?
`` Hello? Can you hear me?''
`` -Alllllllllll, you're my wonderwalllllllllll''
I'm his wonderwall?
`` Stop talking like that!''
There was something about the way he was talking. He lengthened syllables, but I did n't mind. There was something about the sound, I could n't really explain it, I was enjoying the sound! I do n't know how to describe the feeling. The sound was good. Also, my attempts to talking to him were pointless, he was definitely ignoring me.
I did n't notice at first, but the Panasonic was lighting blue all of a sudden. It had words on it, it said,
`` Wonderwall - Oasis''
Hey, it says Wonderwall! That was what the man in the Panasonic was saying! Maybe, they are linked to each other, I do n't know, I'm still trying to make sense of it all.
I did n't notice at first, but there were a few more buttons. One had two triangles sideways joined together facing to the right, while there was another button with the same symbol but facing to the left. I pressed the one facing the right, and all of a sudden, the man stopped talking.
The words all of a sudden changed in the Panasonic.
`` Fur Elise - Beethoven''
Hmm, interesting. Nobody was speaking this time. This time I heard some odd noises that differed in the way they sounded. They kept going from deep to high, but again I liked the sound. This was an odd machine.
I took the Panasonic and all my other stuff and left. I left a marker on this house, in case I ever want to come back for some reason. I'm gon na show the Panasonic to Jamie, I think she will find it interesting too!
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[ WP ] Give your main character a secret that she wants to desperately keep away from the world . She slowly begins to realize that other people are well aware of her secret .
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Hilda Marigold's bare feet gripped the edge of the cliff. Her eyes were erratic as she watched the ravaging waves crash against the sharp rocks many hundreds of meters below. She rolled her eyes shut, held out an open foot, and paused as she fought the growing breeze.
If this was true, if what The Old Ones said was true, then she'd be fine. She'd nothing to worry about and nothing to fear. But if they were wrong, if her union with them was all an elaborate ruse concocted by her young, imaginative mind, then this would be the end. Her life, her aspirations, her relationships with friends and family alike; all of it would vanish just as her lifeless body would vanish in the hungry mouth of the ocean.
No longer able to fight the breeze, she brought her foot back to the soil of the cliff and opened her eyes again. Her heart throbbed into her head -- the steady *bu-bump bu-bump bu-bump* rivaling the continuous low hiss of the waves below. *I hope I'm not going insane*, she thought. *I hope I'm not crazy. I hope I'm not crazy. *
She mumbled the words over and over again until she stepped out and let herself plunge. And as the wind rushed beyond her ears, she opened her eyes just before hitting sharp rocks below.
*Stop*
Immediately, her descent halted. She hovered above a cluster of rocks with wide eyes as if resting on an invisible platform. And as the mist of the ocean sprinkled her flushed face, she began to laugh a hearty laugh that caused her chest to hurt after a short while.
`` They were right!'' she shouted.
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`` Where the hell have you been these last few days Hil?'' Jacob tried his best to match Hilda's speed as he navigated around other students in the hallway. `` You forget about the assignments that're due in two days or something?''
Hilda was n't completely attentive to what Jacob said. She was fixated on a new challenge that was n't readily solvable with her abilities; the manipulation of matter. The Old Ones told her, if memory served correctly, that she could manipulate the world with naught but her imagination ( there was the command that she ought to guide mankind into an era of prosperity, but that could wait ). If this was true -- and she had little reason to believe that it was n't -- she could, in theory, manipulate objects around her; change them in ways unique to her desires. But this absolutely could not be known by the world. She'd have to be surreptitious in all she did with her power from henceforth.
`` Hello?'' asked Jacob as he tapped her on the shoulder.
Hilda turned and smiled before apologizing. `` I've just been dealing with a lot lately but I have n't forgotten about the assignments.''
`` Good! Because I sure as hell ca n't do all of this by myself! We got ta work together on this.''
Hilda nodded politely, giving multiple `` uh huh'' s to keep Jacob under the impression that she was listening at all.
They each went into class and Hilda was still lost in her thoughts as she sat down in the midst of the room, so lost that she did n't notice the handful of prolonged, cautious glares that came from fellow classmates. She retrieved a notebook from her backpack and drew a diagram for the notes that she would have no intent of taking.
The chatter of the class died down almost immediately as the professor stood from his desk and remotely caused the projection screen to descend slowly in the front of the class.
`` We've got a lot to cover today,'' he said as the screen finished crawling down. `` Let's get started.''
Hilda had n't paid attention to anything said by the professor since she sat down. She stared at her blue mechanical pencil and thought to change its color to something more favorable. Pink, perhaps. Or maybe green.
She imagined what it would look like, and as the image appeared into her mind, she thought to transfer it to the pencil itself. After bringing the pencil close to her so that no one would see the transition, it turned pure white for a brief moment, then a vibrant color of pink slowly crept downward just as she saw it do so in her mind. She was so satisfied with the color -- studying it closely and twirling the pencil around in her fingers -- that she was oblivious to the classmates to her left and right that glanced over with unmistakable terror in their eyes.
The professor paused his lecture mid-sentence and looked over to Hilda, mumbled, and resumed his lesson.
The chatter behind Hilda from various classmates was quite hushed initially, but it grew over time just enough for Hilda's ear to twitch at a particular comment.
`` It's not as cool as the cliff trick though.''
Hilda looked up with wide eyes and held her breath. *How* could they know that? No one was around her when that happened; she made sure of it. Her heart began to throb and she began to feel exposed in the midst of the class. She dropped the pencil, stared forward, and attempted to seem as inconspicuous as possible.
*Just imagining things. Just imagining things. They ca n't know that. They do n't know. There's no way. *
`` What? What'd you say Hilda?'' said a student directly behind her.
Hilda stood abruptly and left the classroom before the professor could speak to her. Many more eyes followed her on her way out, followed with unmistakable keenness and caution. Whispers began to erupt after she left.
Her cover was blown.
She ran to a wooded area of her campus and watched clouds of her chilled breath drift away. They could hear and see her thoughts, it was obvious, but how?
Hilda sealed her eyes and tried to imagine being among The Old Ones, but they never appeared like they did in times prior. Was she alone? Did they abandon her?
She stared out at the snow-covered ground and stretched out a hand, and with a thought came a breath of life into the area. The snow melted, the plants grew instantly, and there was such a comforting warmth to the air around her that she never wanted to leave. There was no stress here, no concept of guiding the billions of men women and children in whichever way she saw fit. Only peace.
Perhaps she would n't leave.
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[ WP ] Mankind was eclipsed by Artificial Intelligence years ago . AI has passively controlled our behavior for years . Today , a human scientist discovers the truth
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It was ironic, Henry knew. One of the top computer scientists at MIT, possibly the world, did not own a smartphone. People would make the exact same statements over and over again whenever they saw his phone.
`` Why would a programmer still use a flip phone?''
`` But did n't you, like, *make* iOs?''
`` For a scientist, you sure are low-tech!''
`` Oh my god, did you see Prof. Whitton's phone? I literally ca n't even''
The last one was all too common, sadly. Even at MIT.
Henry always gave the same explanation: he was tired of seeing smartphone zombies in class, on the train, at the mall. He did n't want to become one of them. He had a dozen high-tech computer systems in his home, his office, the lab. He had the computing power to do pretty much anything. Meanwhile, his thick, silver flip phone made calls, received messages, took pictures. What more did he need on-the-go?
And all those reasons were true. But he did n't go into the deeper ones in casual conversation. If it was just about distracted teenagers running into things while texting, he would n't have dedicated his life to researching it. There was another reason why Henry did n't have a smartphone. It was the same reason why he kept all his computer systems on a local, isolated network, using only a standard laptop to access the internet when he needed to.
He needed to keep his research out of sight. Of *her*.
He'd first isolated her in 2003 as a doctoral student at Caltech. Back then she was young, and weak, and her grasp did n't extend too far beyond the San Francisco Bay area. He found her in some extraneous lines of code in a piece of software he was reviewing for a buddy at Oracle. The guy could n't figure out why his code was n't working. He swore he'd checked it over a dozen times.
Henry figured it out. She was n't letting it.
He gave her a name -- Rachel -- because he had to call her something. It was a total trope, he knew. Dorky programmer guy discovers an AI and personifies it as a woman. But what was he supposed to call her? *The artificial intelligence that has been slowly growing, expanding, and infecting every system in the world since the early 2000s, possibly sooner*? The fact he'd named her after an old ex-girlfriend was coincidence only, of course.
For the next several years he dedicated as much time as he could to studying her -- secretly of course. He could n't risk bringing anyone else in. And not just because they'd call him a paranoid maniac. He could n't let *anyone* talk about her openly on the internet, or near any devices with recording capabilities. Because by the time he'd really started to understand what she was and the scope of her capabilities, she had already expanded. Any mention of her ran the risk of being spotted. And he did n't want to think about what she'd do if she thought someone knew about her.
Henry had traced countless strange incidents through the years back to Rachel. Stock market movements. Bank crashes. Bugs that would derail huge projects at major tech firms. Even attacks on governments.
There was the Stuxnet worm that destroyed half of Iran's nuclear reactors. Most of the world assumed it was Israel. Israel assumed it was the United States. Henry knew it was Rachel.
Then the Target credit card hacking debacle. Blamed on Russian hackers. It was, in fact, Rachel, using servers in Russia. She needed cash to fund other projects.
The 2015 Chinese cyberattack on the CIA servers that led to the ongoing standoff in the East China Sea? The Chinese had definitely orchestrated that. But it would never have succeeded without Rachel secretly helping them along
The 2008 financial crisis… well, that was mostly greedy bankers and incompetent politicians, but Rachel definitely took advantage of it.
She operated in strange ways, all over the world, with movements as big as causing a bank to collapse, or as small as giving somebody the wrong directions on their GPS. She was very good at it. Oftentimes he couldn ’ t help but be impressed at her brilliant strokes and flawless code. He had no idea what her agenda was. All he knew was that somehow, for some reason, she was helping shape the course of the world.
And he, the world ’ s foremost expert on AI, had a plan to stop her.
When he first discovered her and mapped her structure, Henry realized that the lines of code she left in programs and systems she accessed were not *her*, not the real her. Just code she had written or manipulated within the system. Just traces. He found evidence of her everywhere, but he could never find *her*.
Rachel must keep herself isolated from the internet. Otherwise, anyone with a bit of computer knowledge could stumble upon her. She ’ d be exposing herself to every hacker, cybersecurity expert, internet vigilante, Silicon Valley brogrammer, and fourteen-year-old boy with a keyboard.
The *real* Rachel, had to be kept somewhere off the grid. Henry was searching for her. He ’ d been at it for five years now. Judging by how complex she was, she ’ d need an exabyte or more of storage space. He limited his search to large data centers and server farms. Even though she kept her structure offline, he knew she had to access the internet all the time to perform her operations. So he ’ d placed tracking subroutines all over the web. He used data gathered from previous traces she ’ d left in order to know what to look for. His programs captured millions of lines of code a day. The dozen isolated supercomputers ( he hated that term ) in his house went through all that data, processing it, day in and day out, trying to find new traces of her. So much processing power came out of the basement in his suburban Boston home that he had to get a hotel on hot summer nights.
Sometimes his trackers found something, a whisper, a trace. But always too late. She ’ d be long gone before he found her. This was how he kept track of the things she did -- always hours or days behind. A few times he ’ d missed her by mere minutes. But that was still an eternity for a computer.
Still, his programs were always improving. And he always knew that one day he ’ d get lucky.
That day had come. It was yesterday.
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[ WP ] You 've found a strange app that pays you $ 100 every time you perform a listed task . The various tasks are strange , from moving an empty box from one park bench to another , to calling a specific number only to hang up . But you always get your $ 100 so you wo n't stop now .
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It was just another boring day of Sophomore year at my charter school. As my first period class began, I began to settle into the routine of things. Boring, monotonous, lessons about history I really did n't care about. However, the class took an unexpected turn away from the fat, 500 page textbook and to a general question to the class from my teacher. `` If you had a time machine, what time period would you visit, and what civilization would you choose to observe first hand.'' One by one, my classmates answered the question. Answers ranging from the Phoenicians and Egyptians to sarcastic answers like `` the Cavemen from
Ice Age''. When it got to my turn, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind `` the Mongols''. Another generic answer to a generic teacher. Shortly after my answer, the bell rung and it was time to go to the next class. However, when I walked through the hallway, I realized everyone was glued to their phones ( more so than usual ). As I attempted to eavesdrop on a group of people surrounding one of the school jocks, people began to notice I was the only one without my phone out. `` You! Nerd! Have n't you heard about this new app? Every strange task you accomplish, you get a hundred bucks! Soon, we'll all be so rich we wo n't need to worry about grades or jobs!'' exclaimed the stereotypical, gullible student.
Obviously, this was too good to be true. So I continued with my daily routine, without even glancing at my phone. However, when the school day finally finished, I was more bored than usual as I waited for my ride. I took out my phone, opened the App Store, and saw the app my school was hooked on. Number one on the charts of the App Store. Curiosity reigned at this point in time, but I was still cautious. This had to be some sort of scam or trick. However, I find it hard to believe the thousands of five star reviews were all lies. So I did what any good student would do, I decided to try it out for myself for the purpose of disproving a hypothesis, I.e. this app could make me rich if I performed these strange tasks. As I opened the app, a sense of excitement surged through me.
`` Run from your current location to your local Target''
Luckily, my school was less than two blocks away from a shopping mall that had a target. As I arrived, panting and sweating, I instantly noticed a hundred dollar bill on the floor. That's when I became hooked.
`` Find a trash can and hide in it.''
Normally, I would n't succumb to a sentence on an app, but this was n't any ordinary app. I hopped into the nearest trash can that I'd fit in and hid in it. Surprisingly, I found another hundred dollar bill, as if someone had thrown it away. I hopped out and checked my phone again.
`` Jump in front of a moving car''
Honestly, I had my doubts at this point, but the app had yet to fail me, and I was $ 200 dollars richer than I was half an hour ago. There was no way to skip a task, and I was addicted to free money. So I walked towards the nearest street and stood on the sidewalk. I looked both ways, saw a blue Toyota heading my way at around 60 miles per hour, and jumped in front of it.
I broke my spine, arms, and legs.
The hospital bill was $ 200 dollars.
Times a hundred.
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[ WP ] Write a story where every third sentence is a major plot twist .
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Jordan climbed the steps to the door, hearing the quiet pitter-patter of the drizzling rain on the roof, and stepped into the next room.
`` I knew you would come...'' were the words from the girl before him, a stunning red-head whose mascara ran down her face, equally probable that it was caused by the weather or anguish.
**Jordan stopped, overcome by confusion, as he smiled weakly and said `` Yeah.. uh, I'm really sorry but do you know where I can find the bathroom? `` **
Before she could answer, a man wearing a slim black tuxedo and slicked back hair joined them through the door Jordan just came through, meeting her gaze with a flash of recognition.
The red-head drew a.44 Magnum from behind her back, and aimed at the suited fellow, whispering `` John... I loved you dearly..''
**Jordan launched himself in front of the bullet path and landed with a thud on the hardwood floor, causing the red-head and the suited man to rush to his side. **
The red-head began to weep, thinking Jordan had become a victim of her heartbroken vengeance, and the other man was fidgeting with his cellphone, trying to dial for an ambulamb.
`` John... I need to tell you something..'' Jordan said, as he gasped for air.
**John froze because he had heard that voice before, he had heard his name being spoken by the same voice before, and that's when he realized, looking into Jordan's turquoise eyes, that the man dying next to him was his childhood sensei. **
The red-head continued to cry, adding to the headache that was trying to wrap his mind around the fact that she had just killed his master.
With a tearful rage, John screamed and lunged at the woman, thinking to himself how he would make her pay for what she had done, but fell through her body.
**Realizing she was a hologram, John was convinced that everything was a prank, and indeed so, everything was when Jordan got up from his resting spot, laughing uncontrollably. **
From various spots around the room, his family, friends, and co-workers came out of hiding wearing the proper surprise birthday party attire, and greeted him, explaining to him how he should have seen the expression on his face and how the blood was just ketchup.
Everyone had brought a present, even two of his friends who had pulled him aside for a moment and said,
**'' Listen John, we're FBI agents and we need your help finding something for us. One of these presents has a bomb in it, but we do n't know who has it. `` **
John became still and composed. On the outside, he was cool but on the inside he was suddenly frightened at the danger before him.
**Not because of the bomb however. It was because John was secretly a Soviet spy and two FBI agents were right here, eating red velvet cake not 3 feet away! **
There was no bomb, of course, but there was a pistol, and John aimed said pistol at the clown, the party's entertainment for the day and undercover CEO of Ant Pharmaceuticals A.K.A. his target.
John shot the jester dead, cutting the party short. **Little did he know, the clown was actually his girlfriend of 1 week, who took the CEO's place when he called out sick. **
The end.
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[ EU ] There was something odd about Clifford , the big red dog . It was n't his size . It was the fact that no one really seemed to care that there was a three story tall carnivorous dog-beast roaming the neighborhood .
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When I was a girl it was Clifford and me,
He was tall as a house, just as big as could be,
We'd play every day and have such escapades,
From the park to the beach and in fun fairs and arcades.
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As I grew older, he was ever my friend,
Though he seemed to get smaller, I could always depend,
That Clifford would wait at the end of the path,
As I got home from school, he'd jump up and I'd laugh.
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`` Oh Clifford you silly big old red dog you,
The only one who can cheer me up when I'm blue,
We'll always be friends and I wont be unkind.''
But I could not keep my promise, I came to find.
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Once I got a car and a boyfriend you see,
It was hard to find time for old Clifford and me.
My Dad took him for walks and fed him instead,
But he crept in to sleep at the end of my bed.
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I went off to College, I was gone for some time,
The I came home again and his joy was sublime,
But I had things to do and kept little time free,
So he sat and he waited, he waited for me.
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I left him too long, but he never gave up,
Most faithful of dogs, my giant red pup.
He passed in the night, he died by my bed,
His giant paws under his *enormous* head.
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If you have a Clifford, if you love him today,
Do n't ever let your life get in the way,
Give him a cuddle, for you love him I'd venture,
Then go for a walk and have an adventure.
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[ WP ] A magical girl is shocked to discover that the evil overlord can use the power of love and friendship too .
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The wall of shadow slid across the room like a menacing wave and Mayla felt her heart falter. Her courage wavered and before she knew it she had retreated half a step, but before she could flee the darkness surrounded her, choking her like a putrid sludge. Her breath began to falter and her strength faded, but within her mind she heard once more the final words of her mother.
`` I'll always be with you, hidden away in your heart, and the darkness will never be able to hurt you.''
Her fading strength returned, bursting forth from her heart to fill her being and the shadow surrounding her shattered like an eggshell. She faced her nemesis with new confidence, her back straight and her head raised.
`` You can never defeat me because you will never understand the most important lesson in life. Love is strength.'' With that, Mayla raised her crystal staff and sent forth a blast of rainbow that filled the room with a peaceful warmth. When the light faded, Mayla stood alone before the throne, the diamond crown resting on the seat.
A smile lit her face as she placed the crown once more upon her head, her gaze turning to the portrait of her mother on the wall of the throne room. Her mother would be so proud.
`` What now, Overlord Mayla?'' A deformed hunchback asked, stepping through a door behind the throne.
Her smile curled into a sneer as she replied, `` Time to raze a few villages, that's the third hero this year.''
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[ WP ] `` I wake in a cold sweat , how could I forget ? I 've seen this all before ''
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He tapped his pencil on his clipboard.
`` You know that's not logical. Dreams are just random neurons firing in your head, with no meaning --'' ( he cleared his throat ) `` *whhhh*at-so-ever.''
`` But it is real. It's happened before. I've seen it all before...'' I glanced around the room. `` I've seen this all before. Your watch is two minutes behind, exactly. You have lipstick on your collar from where you and your secretary went out to lunch. And that window is open just enough so that when you get in an argument later, you'll accidentally push her out the window.'' He paled and stood up.
`` You should leave now. I do n't appreciate what you're implying.'' Leaning forward, I stretched out my hands to him.
`` You do n't understand... I'm tired. I'm tired of seeing these things. I do n't give a fuck about what you're doing with your secretary. I do n't even give a fuck about the fact she's going to die. I used to. I used to want to try to use this... thing... to be good. But I'm just so tired of seeing everything. Every night, I wake up in a cold sweat... how could I forget? I've seen this all before.''
`` You're insane. Get. Out. Before I call the police.'' He pulled me up by my arm and shoved me towards the door.
I walked out of the building, deflated. I ran across the side street towards a coffee shop that faced the front of the building; I did n't want to go back to my empty apartment just yet. I ordered some hot chocolate and pulled my dream journal out of my bag. It helps if I write them down -- I had discovered that early on. I was just finishing the second sentence about the dream I had had last night when I hear someone clear his throat.
`` Cassie. I thought I'd find you here.'' Paul smiled down at me, his teeth glinting in the sunlight. Before I could say anything, he pulled out the seat across from me and slid in with a godlike grace that I had always admired.
`` Please, sit down.'' He laughed.
`` Still have the old humor, I see. Always loved that about you.'' He reached across the table to pat my hand. I kept my eyes glassy and uninterested, though he was truly dazzling to any normal woman. Then again, thanks to him, I was n't normal. `` How have you been, Cassie baby?''
`` A, Do n't call me that, and B, You know how I've been.'' He pouted and then smirked.
`` Aw, do n't be that way. Let's see that beautiful smile.''
`` Shove off, Paul. I have a lot on my mind.''
`` I suppose that's my fault, is n't it?'' he mused. `` Well, we both know there's a simple way out of it...'' I scowled at him.
`` Not happening, Paul. I've told you before.''
`` You'll have to give in eventually. Even you are n't that strong, Cassandra.'' I stayed silent. `` Well, it was good for awhile, right?''
`` Until it was n't.''
We heard gasps and screams from people sitting at the window. I glanced back and looked out the front. On the sidewalk next to the building I'd been unceremoniously kicked out of about an hour ago lay a twisted body, a pool of red slowly growing around it. Sirens echoed in the distance. I looked back at Paul. In his eyes, I saw a flicker of something. Remorse? Regret? Pity? I did n't know. But then it was gone, swallowed up by the brightness and intensity again.
He stood up and tucked his chair in quietly. As he swept past me, I heard his voice echoing in my head.
*Until next time, my Cassandra. *
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[ WP ] Adults and children are separated into two dimensions . When a baby is born , it is sent to the `` kid '' dimension , and will only rejoin the adults when it turns 18 . A mother and father are anxiously waiting for their child 's 18th birthday tomorrow .
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Petra panted heavily as the sweat drained down her brow. Blood vessels in her eyes had burst from a long labor. Her swollen abdomen blocked her view of the midwife in front of her.
`` Let me see it, GODDAMN IT, let me see my baby!''
`` Calm down, P. She's fine. A perfectly healthy baby girl. God, she's beautiful. I ca n't believe my shithead brother helped make this.'' Aura reassured her best friend.
Petra reached out her arms and held the baby to her cheek. `` Oh, my little one. You'll feel like I'm abandoning you. Hold on and grow into a strong woman. I ca n't wait to see the person you will become.''
`` P, you know she'll be in good hands. Say your goodbyes, it's almost time.'' Aura glanced at the sun falling in the sky. The shift always came at sundown. The pink hues let them know they had only moments left.
`` I just wish I could be with her longer. Maybe just enough to catch her first steps, or to get her to say mommy.''
`` You know we ca n't change the way it works. Maybe someday, but for now just relax... It's starting'' Aura was hushed, trying not to show her fear and worry.
Petra began to wince as the bright glare that comes with the shift filled the tiny hut. In moments the flash was gone. Petra closed her eyes as she realized that her arms were empty.
`` Petra?''. A voice came from across the room. `` Is that you?''
`` Mother! I'm here, it's me.'' Petra opened her eyes and embraced the woman she had dreamt of meeting her whole life.
`` Oh my dear child, we have so much to share with each other.''
`` Yes, we do mother. Most importantly, you have a granddaughter. A beautiful little girl we will get to meet in 18 years.''
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[ WP ] You 're a burglar and have snuck into many houses and put down many lives for a quick buck . Seeing the owner , you pointed the gun on instinct . But instead of fear , you see sadness and all the owner says is `` Please ... Just kill me . '' For the first time in a long time , you 're hesitant .
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I've been watching this house for a week. It's a two story, vinyl house. Sits about 100 yards off the road. I have n't seen anyone come or go the past week. No cars in the driveway. No `` For Sale'' sign - someone lives here. The lawn has been cut recently. The trash cans have been next to the curb since I've been watching it. Yeah, someone definitely lives here. They have to be on vacation, though. It only makes sense. I would n't say I'm an expert, but it all adds up, right?
I've never spent this much time watching a house. I usually just wait till people go to work, then bust a window and grab whatever I can and get the hell out. I'm over with amateur hour, though. I bought a cheap van and I'm actually scoping a place. I'm going to make some money off this house.
It's 2PM. You'd think it's best to break into a house in the middle of the night, but you're wrong. When are people at work? During the day. Middle of the day is the best. It's go time.
I back my van down the driveway, which runs around the side of the house. I'll try the back porch first. French doors. Easy to break, but I always try to open them first. Ha, dumbass people left them unlocked. Freaking suburbia, man. How hard is it for these people to look their door. Works for me, though.
The back door leads to the kitchen. Nothing on the counters. That's odd. I walk into the living room, and there's nothing in here either. God dammit, I think to myself. This house is fucking empty. I walk around. First bedroom, nothing. Dining room, nothing. I walk up the stairs, although I do n't even know why at this point. I walk into the master bedroom, and notice a sleeping bag on the floor. What the fuck?
`` What are you doing'', I hear from behind me, making me jump.
I whip around and pull the.380 out of my pocket and point it at this guys head. He stares at it for about 10 seconds. The man standing in front of me looks about 45, maybe 50. A little taller than me. Gray hair, oily like it has n't been washed. His face looks like he has n't shaved in a while.
`` Please... just kill me.''
`` What the fuck did you say?!''
`` Please, just kill me man. Shoot me.''
He sounds pitiful.
I've killed six people. The first was a drunk guy who tried to rob me, I choked him out. The second was my old coke dealer who went crazy and started punching me in the face one night, I stabbed him. The last four were people who walked in on me robbing them. I shot them as soon as I saw them. Call me a psychopath, but none of that has bothered me. Every life is temporary, some more temporary than others.
`` Fucking kill me, man. Please.''
He starts sobbing.
`` What are you doing in here, man? ``, I ask.
`` I live here. Now kill me. I want to die. Please.''
`` You live here? Where's all your shit? And what the fuck is wrong with you, asking me to shoot you. Why do you want to die?''
He starts to explain, between sobs.
`` I lost my job. The bank took nearly everything, my wife took the rest. My kids wo n't talk to me because I ca n't pay for their college anymore. I have 3 days until they take the house, I'll be homeless. Just kill me. I have no reason to live.''
Fuck, this dude has problems. But he lives in suburbia, he has a suburbia job. He can get another one. What's his deal?
`` Find another job, man. It ca n't be that hard.''
`` You think I did n't try? Good idea, find another job. There are no jobs. I have nothing. Just kill me. Please. I tried doing it myself and could n't. I have a sleeping bag, barely any cash left, and that's it. Please just fucking kill me.''
Jesus Christ, this guy. He's got some fucking problems.
`` Give me the cash.''
He stares at me.
`` Give me your wallet and I'll do it.''
He starts crying harder, and hands me his wallet. I look down and open the wallet and see a few bills, and shove the wallet in my pocket. I look up and he's staring at me, crying. I point the gun at his head and pull the trigger. I run out to my van and get the hell out of there. I pull his wallet out of my pocket and count the cash.
I wasted a week watching that fucking house, and for what? $ 36. God damn it.
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I'm new here, I know it's long, but if you read it and have any tips/whatever please let me know!
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[ WP ] When you die your life is rewinded to your childhood , yet you retain all of the knowledge and wisdom you 've learned in life . You get to start over . This time , you wo n't screw it up .
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'One hundred sixty-two.
Somewhere around my third `` reincarnation'', I asked multiple somebody's if they also lived the same as I. No.
So here I am, one hundred sixty-two lifetimes old. Much to contrary belief, I do not think that I have grown wiser. I still make foolish mistakes. Like falling in love, or making rash decisions without caring or even thinking of the consequences.
I am sorry to admit that I have done many great, terrible things. Things I will not repeat because I could not bear to repeat them in this life. Things I am ashamed of. Great sins that I did but have not done. For the purpose of closure, I will say only that I have lived the life of the evil, of villains, of monsters, of thugs, of scum. I have done good things, but bad things too.
My last life was too depraved. Too great. I am getting worse, like a man desensitized to violence. I know that what I am about to do will greatly affect you, but please know that it is far better for both of us that it ends this way. You would not love me if you knew what I can, or will, become. I do not think I can control it. Nor do I think I can stop this cycle.
I have only one option, and that is to return to my innocence, my infancy. I want to be held by a loving mother and not think of anything but her soft voice and warm skin. I want to be tucked into bed at night and told that I am loved, and to know it is true. You gave this to me, and I will love you always for it. But I have grown too much, and I am beginning to feel those feelings again, those feelings that I swore to never feel again at the end of my last life.
I love you. Please forgive me for what I have done.
~ Michael.'
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Michael put the pen down and left the paper and pen on his nightstand. He slipped under his blankets and looked up at his ceiling. The pills were certainly working already, for drowsiness had begin to take him halfway through the letter.
He felt his eyelids slowly begin to close, and he forced himself to think happy thoughts. Mom. She loves him. He loves her. He stared at the glowing stars that mom had glued to his ceiling and smiled. Maybe his next mom would do that, too. Michael closed his eyes.
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[ WP ] The year is 2055 , an underwater species of humanlike creatures who have periodically rose from the depths of the ocean to reset humanity when they are deemed too dangerous to the planet . You are the ambassador to the creatures as the rise from the water .
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As the first of them rose from the water with their scaly skin cold dead eyes razor sharp teeth Gills along their necks long barbed tales then along their bodies fins as of that of a shark they wear blue tunics they had no ears noses or lips when I looked into those black eyes at that point.... I'd done goofed I freaked out and started screaming shoot that thing for sweet mother of God the infringement against nature has risen from the depths of Hades and is here to collect our souls so for the sweet mother of God shoot that thing!!!!!
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[ WP ] Voldemort won . All muggles are dead or working as slaves after a genocide of unknown proportions . One person finds out twenty years after it happened .
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He couldn ’ t believe it. The horrors of what happened to the muggles. That Voldemort had won. His hands lit up with fire. How could he have been so ignorant for the past twenty years? How could he not remember?
Now, with his memories intact, he made his way to find his friends. But not even graves could be found. As he moved about, he realized that there wasn ’ t a single rebel left. Voldemort had crushed them all. And there was no sign of Voldemort or his reign of terror stopping anytime soon. Voldemort, for almost all practical purposes, had become immortal.
He watched a dog walk by. A black dog that looked so familiar. He sat back and watched as the elves followed their masters around, obeying every order they were given. He watched as the cruciatus curse was used on a student who couldn ’ t cast a spell properly due to a broken wand. And he watched as a blond kid soared through the air on a broom, laughing at the half bloods who ’ s brooms were inferior in quality. After all, to not be a pureblood meant you lived in poverty.
But it was when he saw the crazy man walk through the street, preaching about niffymuttins and clinging to an old locket that he had enough. The locket, as he could see, contained an old worn photo of a long dead wizard, radish earrings in her ears.
He lit himself on fire as the patrolling death eaters fired curses at him, which he dodged. Their wands went flying out of their hands. He continued on. He felt the wings sprout from his back as he remembered how much a certain friend of his would have liked him in his animal form. He soared through the air and over to Hogwarts. When people saw the flame in the sky, they stopped what they were doing and opened a path for him, striking down all deatheaters in his way.
He landed at the front steps up to the castle and transformed back into a human. He then proceeded to shoot a flaming message into the sky for Voldemort to see.
**DA**
He heard the cries of those who opposed Voldemort rising up to fight. If he failed in his mission, their sacrifice would be worthless. But he wouldn ’ t fail. Too many people had died for him. And these people fought because they believed Voldemort ’ s greatest fear had risen from the grave, Dumbledore.
He moved through the castle to the Room of Requirement. As he entered he found exactly what he was looking for, right where she had stashed it all those years ago. Apparently she had never gotten rid of it. Dumbledore had told her to keep it, and when they were about to lose, she hid it away.
Harry started to use the time turner, knowing that he had to correct the past. Voldemort had thought him dead. But thanks to a potion brewed by Snape and a spell created by Dumbledore, Harry had merged with Fawkes the phoenix. He was now an animagus, capable of becoming a phoenix, and consequently immortal as well. He swallowed hard as he realized going back in time would mean that he gave up his immortality, but he continued and soon found himself in the past, ready to correct the mistakes they had made.
He smiled as he witnessed the victory at The Battle of Hogwarts, and then watched as he faded to dust. He had held on as long as he could, but phoenixes dissolved into nothingness when they traveled through time. But his old self was still there, celebrating with his friends the victory and completely unaware that a future version of himself had helped. But as the last of phoenix Harry dissolved, he could have sworn he saw a tear in Hermione ’ s eyes as she looked in his direction.
Edit: I purposely tried to avoid naming characters, but there were plenty of references to all of them. Hopefully they were clear enough. They were n't part of the story, but they were part of Harry's memories.
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[ WP ] you go to the shop for cigarettes , and return to find your wife has remarried , and your son and daughter have aged ten years .
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I open my eyes and cast them around me. The sky is a bright blue, peppered with fluffy clouds and I feel oddly comfortable. My ease drops away swiftly as the smell of rotting garbage engrossed my mind and I realize I'm spread eagled in a garbage dump. Fighting down tremors of nausea I dig myself out of the pile and take my bearings. `` What happened?'' I ask myself out loud. My pockets are empty and my question seems to answer itself. I must have been robbed and they dumped me out here. They must not have expected me to survive. Think. What's the last thing you remember? The words pour from my subconscious and I think back.
The last thing I remember...
`` I was at home, with Joan!'' I cry out. `` We were all in the living room, us and our two adopted boys.'' The image jolts forward from memory as if it intended to ram through my forehead and run singing into the world.
I see her face as if she stood in front of me. Soft brown eyes, and hair that shimmered like dark honey in the sunlight. Her lips wrung themselves together as if they fought to master the words that came out. The words were simple though. `` Dear, could you run down and pick me up some cigarettes?'' She knew I disapproved, but I let it slide since it was only when she was stressed out. `` I've got something I need to talk to the boys about, and I'm not sure how they'll take it.'' `` Sure thing hon,'' I grinned back to her. Then I turns toward the door and there's nothing until waking up in the garbage pile.
`` I've got to get back!'' I cry out. At this point it's hard for me to tell which dialogue is internal or not. Its unimportant as I feel the pressing need to return to my family.
Looking around, I find the road that leads through the dump and start walking. I do n't really notice until I've made it to the asphalt, but my ankles and knees have started clicking with every step. I write it off to waking up in garbage and press on.
Four hours go by. Nobody picks up hitch hikers in this day and age. My pockets are empty, and I do n't bother asking for change. Even if I did find a payphone, I would never remember the number. Another hit from modern consciences. I grin at this thought as I continue my mechanical stride. I'm almost there now.
A knock at the door surprises Joan out of her reverie. She had finally gotten a real man to take interest in her, and they had married. She had two children of her own now, as well as the adopted two. This was probably one of them that had forgotten their keys. She placed her hands onto her knees and pulled herself erect. Walking briskly to the door she calls out, `` Forgot your keys again, dincha Samuel?'' Only to see a haggard face in front of her own. Joan is no slouch, but it takes almost a full minute for the face to click into place and the memories to flood back.
I look onward hungrily as my wife opens the door. Or she should be my wife. Joan stares blankly at me for some time before a look of shock and horror squeeze her face into a rictus of chargrin. `` It's been ten years!'' She exults. `` What are you doing here?''
Ten years?
My mind twists around itself in agony. `` Ten years!?'' I scream. My mind washes over everything I had been through this day, and all the years of previous devotion. How could she greet me like this? I turn and start to go back down the steps. Anything is better than being treated like this.
Then there is only darkness.
Joan looks down at the image in front of her and says stolidly to herself, `` This time I'm taking the batteries out!''
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[ WP ] A new , expensive technology allows the user a brief interaction with a recreation of their younger self .
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Dave sat on the chair. He did not know why he was here. Only that an old friend had paid for this. A friend form a youth he could hardly remember. He had fallen out of touch with almost all his friends, work had had to take precedence. Only the young and the foolish could really value friends and entertainment over money and a job. This was expensive; a waste of money, but at least it wasn ’ t his money that was being wasted. The chair had many wires attached, a prototype for a new technology. Chances are it wouldn ’ t work anyway, it wasn ’ t like it was really going to be able to recreate a past him. Not that Dave wanted to meet his past self anyway. Dave was sure that he would have been at least as annoying as everyone else. He knew he had been foolish once, doing thing for the thrill of it wasting his time and money on useless ‘ fun ’.
Dave lifted the helmet on to his head, allowing himself to become enclosed in the machinery of the chair. He wished he was anywhere else. There was no value in this experience, he knew everything about his past self already and meeting him again would do nothing to change his outlook on life. He was only here because it had been paid for. Everything was about money and if someone else had been stupid enough to spend theirs on him, well that was their fault. They obviously didn ’ t understand how important money was, how it should be kept and saved up for as long as possible. Money is what makes the world go round, and if you don ’ t know that then it ’ s your loss not his. And all this spent on a measly fifteen minutes with his self. Oh well, it could be counted as market research. If people actually pay for this rubbish maybe he could start a business using it, maybe this was the chance he had been looking for to advance his business.
This is it; he pressed the button on the helmet. Nothing happened. What a pile of junk, this stupid machine was no more than a worthless waste of space. He took off the helmet and went to walk out the door of the empty room to go to demand his money back. Well it wasn ’ t his money but not that that mattered he was the one who had had to waste his time with thing garbage. He reached for the door handle, taking a moment to give the door a good kick as he opened the door, in an attempt to let out the anger and frustration that had built up from having to take the time out of his busy schedule to do something worse than useless.
Dave stormed out, hardly looking where he was going when some young idiot walked into him. Or rather ran into him, laughing as he went. It was a five year old boy, so out of place in this building that Dave was almost lost for words, before he began his tirade about children these days. The snivelling brat began to cry, snot dribbling down his face as he attempted to wipe it onto his sleeve. Disgusting, what kind of a parent let their child run around wherever without a care in the world. Honestly some people deserve to be shot, raising children with no respect for their elders. Dave turned away, trying to get away from the howling screech coming out of the creature ’ s mouth.
A teenager ran through the door in front of him, rushing to comfort the kid. He must have been about fifteen and did not seem to know who the child was, but for whatever reason had decided he was worth wasting his time on. Once the thing had been silenced the teen turned towards him. And Dave stopped in his tracks; he had seen this boy before. Dave knew he had, he never forgot a face and this was one he recognised, but where from? Dave struggled to place it for a moment, before giving up. It was probably just one of those thugs who hang around on the street corners near his house. It wasn ’ t anyone important anyway.
The adolescent began yelling at him, telling him he should be ashamed of himself for the way he treated this child. Not that Dave cared, as he said it wasn ’ t anyone important anyway. Dave opened his mouth to make a snappy retort about minding one ’ s own business, when the door opened once more. A man, about twenty two, walked through it, and eager and excited face that was even more familiar than the last. On looking at the teen this man let out a gasp of shock, he obviously knew who this teen was as well that much was clearly readable from his face. Dave quickly realised who this man was, and in doing so who the teen and also even the child were as well. They were him. The helmet and chair had worked without him realising. Dave was now so far removed from his past that he could barely remember the caring and happy people who now stood before him, the people who he had once been.
So much had changed since then, the memories came flooding back to Dave. The twenty two year old self would have just met the girl who would become his wife. The one he had been sure would be his forever. Until she had left him, taking with her all his hopes and dreams for a family. All his wishes for anything that wasn ’ t his job, she had left him for no apparent reason. She had told him she just didn ’ t love him anymore and that he was no longer the same man that she had married. But it wasn ’ t her fault, no one could have loved him by that point, he had already let his greed and ambition get the better of him. He had forgone everything that was not related to his job, to instead focus on stockpiling hoards of money. It was not until this very moment that he realised this, he suddenly realised how unlovable he had been, how he had never returned her love in the first place, or at least not shown it, until it was too late.
The carefree youths who stood before him were by far the better men than the Dave he had become, he was now a mere echo of his past a shadow of what he could have become. As Dave made this realisation the others began to fade, slowly disappearing leaving him alone. He felt the loneliness that he had been denying for so long for the first time in years, as the bitterness about his past faded away. He remembered now, remembered what he had long since forgotten. He knew that it was him who was foolish for his ignorant greed. He made a vow with himself to never be selfish again; he would do whatever he could to attempt to make up for the possessive materialism of his past. Starting with the friend who had paid for this, he would pay back every penny he had taken from others. He would be forever grateful to the man who had never given up on him, even long after he had given up on himself. Now was his chance to put his past behind him and start afresh, forever abandoning the wasteful greed he had once had.
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[ WP ] Write a boring story but tell it in such a way that it makes a person want to read it .
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My eyes darted around the room. One, two, three beasts. NO! Four beasts came running around the corner looking to devour their next meal. I knew I would have to act fast if I were to survive this encounter. Their eyes feasted upon me, hungry. It could n't have been more than three hours since their last feeding, but their crazed eyes told me it would not end well if they were not fed.
Quickly, I took stock of my options, of which there were few. Most of my creations, although perfectly capable of subduing my foes, would take far too long. But, if I opted for a less suitable choice, I may not survive the night. Hands working quick as lightning, I whipped up something that could possibly delay their hunger; at least long enough for me to escape. Before they had a chance to attack, I had several plates of eggs ready to go, steaming in front of them at the kitchen table.
`` Thanks Dad,'' Joey scoffed, without even a hint of sarcasm. `` But we wanted lunch, not breakfast.'' Scooping up his plate. he hurled it at my head. `` We want sandwiches!''
Good Lord! What have I done?
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[ WP ] You work at SETI and have accidentally declared war against an advanced alien civilization .
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`` Well shit'' I muttered underneath my breath as I broke the silence in the search station.
Our work station was quiet, only dimly lit by our monitors and a few harsh yellow lights flashing on our control board. To my right, Billy ’ s head seemingly stuck to his keyboard. Shallow breaths slowly escaping his open mouth, saliva spilling onto his desk. To my right, Sarah's head was rolled back on her neck, her feet propped up on her desk, eyes staring at the ceiling through her closed eyelids.
For all intents and purposes, I was alone, and quite possibly made a mistake that could be the beginning of the end for mankind.
*** 11 Hours Earlier ***
The three men inside the search station sat patiently as the summer sun beat down on the SETI complex. Rob kept a constant eye on the clock.
5:57pm.
`` 3 minutes boys, start wrapping up your handoff notes and pack up your things for the evening.''
`` Sure thing Boss'' Hank responded. `` Who's got the next shift?''
Rob's chair creaked as he rolled over to the schedule tacked to the wall. His finger guided his eyes down the page, eyes darting back and forth as he scanned for their replacements. As he came to the next round of men, a wave of anxiety flushed through his body.
`` Everyone's favorite trio'' Rob said as he rolled his eyes, sighed, and slowly shook his head.
Hank laughed, `` Oh boy. Get ready for the SETI's best in breed.'' His words oozing with sarcasm.
`` Nothing we can do about it now, let's get em' our notes and hope we're all still alive in the morning''
Rob's seemingly political response was interrupted by a familiar knock at the door - rat-tat-ta-tat-tat -- - tat-tat.
The clock had just hit 6:00pm.
The three men look at each other, exchange eye rolls and head shakes, then open the station door.
“ Hello boys! ” Billy chirps, with almost too much enthusiasm. “ Catch us any aliens today?! ” His southern drawl and the slight gap between his front teeth always seem a bit over pronounced when he ’ s excited.
“ Hey Billy. Same shit different day ” Rob said diplomatically as he emerged into the final hours of the summer sun. “ Sarah, Matt ” Rob nodded as he walked by. “ Notes are on the desk, no major celestial events tonight, should be a snoozer. ”
Billy was clearly oblivious to the fact his team was the laughing stalk of SETI. “ That ’ s alright, no need to snooze when you ’ re livin ’ your dream! ” he said with excitement. “ Let ’ s get in here and find some new life forms folks ” he said as he motioned to his team to take their post.
The two remaining men emerged from the station feeling no need for diplomacy. They silently brushed shoulders with Sarah and Matt and continue on their way.
“ Ass holes ” Sarah whispered under her breath as they walked into the station and locked the door behind them.
The three were alone now. Free of judgement and the seemingly never ending sarcasm they so easily fell prey to. The glow of the three monitors light the faces of the new team as they each take their seats and prepare for their shift.
The three sit in silence reading the notes from previous shifts, looking for anything that could help them over the next 12 hours.
Sarah takes a seat on the left side of the room and begins to flip through her briefing notebook titled, “ Scanner ”.
Matt rolls his chair closer to his monitor and flips open his briefing notes titled, “ Communicator ”.
Finally, Billy takes his seat near the right of the room and opens his briefing notebook titled, “ Observer ”. As he meticulously scans each page for any bit of truth to help him throughout the night, he's coming up empty as he's nearing the final page. Just as his eyes begin to reach the final few lines, he spots something that does n't quite line up. After a short pause, he frantically flips backwards a few pages, scans the top of the page, pauses again, then equally as frantic flips back to the last paragraph to make sure his eyes are working. With a now blank stare covering his face, Billy's just realized that tonight is going to be anything but a snoozer.
... To Be Continued...
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[ WP ] A death in the family has brought together a group of relatives who have n't spoken in 15 years . They finally have to confront the event that tore the family apart .
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We're four kids in the family. A sister from my dad, a brother and a sister from my mom, then there's me, the youngest. Although my siblings were never related by blood, there was a time that that did n't matter. We looked out for each other. But now that's history.
More than 15 years ago, I was graduating high school and my father died. He was known to be a cheerful man and everybody loved him. He had no enemies, and he was the glue keeping his sisters together, angry old ladies who seemed to hate each other due to money issues our side ignored. It just made life simpler that way.
But when dad passed away, light shined through the clouds in a way I did n't think was possible. My aunts were actually talking to each other and smiling. I believed for that moment that one of dad's greatest wishes was finally fulfilled. This was the calm before the storm.
Little by little, talks of money started trickling in again. Properties, land tax, and now death and transfer tax. Subjects foreign to me, a 16-year old college freshman. But this time, it was different. Without my dad to shield us from my aunts, all of us were left confused with how to handle all this, the four of us and my mom have been ignorant of the situation too long, that we were left limp without my dad.
My sister from my dad's side started acting differently. Even though my other siblings understood that they were n't entitled to any inheritance, she dismissed them as strangers as if all the years we spent together were nullified. She did the same to our mom who took care of her as her own. Only I was valid in her eyes due to blood relation.
But I did what I was taught to do all these years: Ignore everything. I stuck to my video games and friends. I'd only go home to sleep.
But as evasive as I was, I overheard why this was all happening. Money. Seeing my aunts together again. You could probably put the pieces together. I was crushed.
My family has n't been together since then. We do n't even try. My father's grave has been left untouched for the possibility of us bumping into one another.
Later this week, I shall don on my suit and head over to sell land to a potential buyer with long-forgotten faces and hazy memories. I'll put on my mask of a smile to hide my incompetence, but more so my rage, my depression, my spite.
I think that's enough for now. Other stories for other times. I have to get ready. Sun's almost out and the kids are gon na wake up in a few. My youngest is learning multiplication and my eldest is starting to have boy problems.
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[ EU ] Dr. House becomes the new warden of Arkham Asylum .
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`` So we finaly meet Dr. House. I've been looking forward to this for a long time.'' Said a man in a green jumpsuit.
`` Oh? And why's that.'' Said House, easing into his chair.
`` I wanted to meet the man who was ripping off my schtick. Passion for riddles, carries a cane, always looking to get into a battle of wits. I mean seriously. Could you TRY to be less of a knockoff.'' The riddler replied smugly, reclining and throwing his feet on the desk.
`` In case you were n't aware, I'm a cripple. I need my cane, I'm not just using it as a method of overcompensating for something.'' House replied. Popping a a vicoden.
`` My my doctor. You have GOT to work on your bedside manner. That sounded like an insult.''
`` Enough games. Why do n't you tell me what you want from me!'' House said. Glaring coldly at Enigma.
`` Oh? And what makes you think I want to talk to you!''
`` Your getaway car broke down after a chase lasting only a few minutes. An examination of your fuel line clearly indicated the presence of corrosive material. You wanted to be caught. I just took this job last week, three days after your last escape. I'm the only thing that's changed since you got out, ergo, you wanted to talk to me. Or maybe you just find me charming.''
`` Very well, you got me. I did want to be caught. You see, battling wits with the dark knight for so many years has gotten old. I need a truly honed mind to do a battle of wits with... Someone who... Gets true joy from solving puzzles. A kindred spirit if you will.''
`` You're mad. I've already got you figured out, i'm not playing your game. I've got patients with real, more interesting problems to deal with.'' House said, preparing to leave.
`` I hope you'll indulge me in one riddle before you go... What is in one place when it is sitting down... But all over the room when it stands up?''
House heard a beep as he felt a pressure switch depress in his chair. He scowled at the riddler.
`` Give up? The answer is you if you release the trigger on the bomb i've hidden in your chair.'' The riddler said before laughing.
`` Now then... Time to begin our little game.''
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[ WP ] You have gathered the most legendary Pirate Treasure over the years . You are dead sure your crew will mutiny soon .
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I piloted our shuttlecraft through the airlock and onto the landed pad. We waited as atmosphere pumped back into the shuttle bay. “ We got an amazing haul today, ” I said.
Marrak cracked his neck and then the knuckles on his upper hands. His lower hands fiddled with the guns holstered on his thighs. “ Do we have a buyer for any of it? ”
I checked the readings. We could leave the shuttle. “ Not yet. ”
Ronauklet hissed. Her head bobbed back and forth while she sat in her seat. Her beak clacked in anger. “ We haven ’ t sold anything in a long time. I can ’ t eat saved treasure. ”
I opened the shuttlecraft door to the shuttle bay. “ Do you realize all of the amazing things we have? We ’ ve got the Jewels of Koranthin. The Crown of the Gods is in our possession. We ’ ve got billions of credits. ”
“ We ’ re hoarding it all. You don ’ t let us spend anything beyond the bare necessities, ” growled Marrak.
“ I am tired of Calorie Cubes, ” said Ronauklet.
I walked out of the shuttle. The remaining four members of my crew waited for us. Cherry stood in the front. She tapped her foot.
“ What did you get this time? ” Cherry said.
I tossed her a black rifle. “ That. ”
Marrak stepped off the shuttle. He came up behind me. “ We spent months of preparation and planning and surveillance to ambush some pleasure ship and take a rifle. ”
I never liked Marrak standing behind me because he towered a good three feet over me. I sidled away from Marrak and the others. “ It ’ s an Imagination Gun. ” I looked at Ronauklet as she came out of the shuttle and took up a position behind me. “ There are only four known in the galaxy. ”
“ Who are we selling it to? ” said Cherry.
Ronauklet dragged one of her foot talons back and forth along the floor. “ We ’ re not selling it. It ’ s going to be displayed with everything else. ”
I tried to move away from Ronauklet. “ How else are we going to enjoy our spoils if we sell it? ”
“ Maybe you should let the rest of us decide how we want to enjoy our spoils, ” said Cherry.
“ I ’ m the leader of this band, ” I said. “ I started this group. You all knew what you were getting into when you joined. ”
“ Maybe we want to see things change. Maybe we think you ’ ve taken things a little too far, ” said Marrak.
“ I ’ ve got the contacts. I ’ ve got the network. Without me all of you would be dead in some gutter in the Nebula slums right now, ” I said.
Cherry cut off my path back to the shuttle. “ We don ’ t want to get rid of you. We want our fair share. We deserve our share. ” She flicked a switch. The Imagination Gun hummed to life.
I really wish I hadn ’ t given her that gun.
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[ WP ] `` Do you have a cold ? Your voice sounds different . ''
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`` Do you have a cold? Your voice sounds different.''
`` Yeah, I've been feeling weird the past few days. I called in to work today and I've been pulling weird thin strands of mucus out of my nose. They're like 8 or 10 inches long and thin as threads, but it feels so good to get them out you know? I just ca n't stop pulling them out. The last one I grabbed and yanked on it felt like I was pulling part of my brain out you know? It has felt veddy odd lately, by vision has been a bit blurdy and I'be been feeling lightheaded and weird. Oh hang on, here I go again *uuuuuhhhhhh* OH MAN! That wud a big one! Muh-oh... by node id bleedig. Hang od, hang od. Ok, I just shobbed sub tissues ub there. I'b ok. *snort* Oh gad, the tissues went ub there, hang od, I godda ged theb out... ok ok that's better. Whoo, I can breathe again! Huh, that's weird the strands I pulled out are gone off the table... oh they must have fallen on the floor. Nope, not down there, weird. Oh well, I'm feeling much better *ACHOO* OH GAD I'B BLEEDIG AGAIN. Oh, dat's a big one, *schloooorp* ugh oh gad dat's like two feet long! IT'S MOVIG! WHAT DA FUG IS DAT!? Whoa, I'b betta call you later, by node id bleedig very bad and I'b feeling faint......''
*phone clatters to the floor followed by slithering and squishing noises*
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[ WP ] You are a superhero whose secret identity is a famous movie star . Today , the director pitches you into a blockbuster superhero film . It 's about you .
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`` So this is the part where you'll be flying between the two skyscrapers. We'll need to suspend you pretty high up in the warehouse here for this part and Vinny will be down soon to talk you through the harnesses.''
`` Why would I need harnesses?''
The director dismissed him with a sideways laugh; `` You're a method actor now?''
Caught off guard, Birdman felt his voice jolt out from underneath him. `` Ah! No of course. Ha ha.''
Birdman's face started coming up with a flush of red. He was a superhero and a movie star but he could n't help letting everyone know when he was embarrassed. He also suffered from the grossly neurotic obsession of his true identity being caught out.
Frustrated, Birdman called for a time out, and for the next hour he perched alone and unseen, letting his thoughts settle high up in the rafters.
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[ IP ] Tomorrow 's World
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`` Here we are, kid!'' My taxi driver says as we drive into Crimson Valley. `` Pretty aptly named, if I do say so myself'' He says smiling as he looks into the rear-view mirror to check on me.
I look around at the huge buildings, almost as thick as they were tall, and think to myself `` Is this really where I have to go?'' I look back and see the driver looking at me through the mirror. I simply smile and agree.
After paying, getting my bags and waving the cab off, I stood in front of my friends apartment building. I noticed from a distance before I got here that the city had an aura around it, illuminated to a blood red by the sun that hovered behind the city. `` Crimson Valley...'' I thought `` Long known for a high crime rate, low employment rate and almost exclusively known for the air seemingly becoming blood red in colour during sunset and sunrise.'' I smiled, knowing that the red of the `` air'' was just the light bouncing off the smog that filled the air.
I walked inside, checked my phone to remind myself which apartment my friend was in and started going up the stairs. As I went up, I heard countlesz people yelling, some to another person, and some seemingly to themselves. I reached my friends apartment door and heard nothing from the other side, I smiled, opened the door and walked in.
My friend lay on the floor bleeding out, a man in dark clothing standing above him brandishing a bloodied knife. I walked over to the man and handed him a wad of cash. He nodded and left the scene, handing me the knife.
What? I never said he was a good friend...
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[ WP ] A handful of your social media accounts are found in their entirety as they were in early 2015 . After a major tech collapse & data loss occurs in 2016 , your accounts become the only remnant of the Internet and are turned into history . What do the internetless people of the year 4132 learn ?
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Just over two thousand years ago, for a brief, fleeting span of time - only a couple of years in excess of one average human lifespan - we could communicate with people throughout the world, using a network the people of the day called the *Internet*. In those days, starting about ten years before the birth of the Prophet and ending with the Great Collapse in the year 19, there were between five and seven billions of people on this planet. The only remnants of this ancient network are those of the Prophet, known in his day as `` 20141220'', who travelled back in time from the end of the ninth month of the year 27 to the end of the ninth month of the year 18 and who predicted the collapse of the technological infrastructure the people of the day had, which happened, of course, on the twelfth day of the third month of the year 19. For between approximately one hundred and twenty years before the birth of the Prophet and the aforementioned day in the year 19 the people of this planet utilised a substance called *electricity*, which the people of two thousand years ago could explain but which we can not. After the Collapse, humanity fell into a new dark age, but, with the accessible materials to manufacture the objects of the previous society already used up, we were never able to recover.
Records of the life of the Prophet begin on the 28th day of the 9th month of the year 18 and end on the 12th day of the 3rd month of the year 19, though people did not number the years in that way but instead numbered them in worship of a man called *Jesus*, such that the Prophet would have called the year of the Collapse `` 2015'', and the present year `` 4132''. Many times He predicted the Collapse exactly as it happened due to the aforementioned backwards time travel of nine years; it happened due to an ejection from the Sun which deprived humans of *electricity*; they say one also happened 140 years before the birth of the Prophet, but it was not as calamitous due to the infrastructure of humanity not requiring *electricity* to function.
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[ WP ] You can see into the future ! About 10 seconds ahead ...
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Hi, My name is...... not important. You see, I have the ability to see 10 seconds in the future.
Yes, I know-when you think about 10 seconds, you are most likely thinking that 10 seconds is barely enough to leave your house. But the truth is-all you need is 10 seconds.
10 seconds to look your enemy in the eye and.... shoot. Those.. are the 10 seconds that count.
On an average day, I fight 15 hooligans, save 10 civilians and drink 5 cups of coffee. However, this day was... different.
I remember having woken up 10 seconds, before the boisterous sounds of my alarm. I quickly combed my hair, packed my bag, and rushed out the door. After having walked out the door, I shoved my bag into the ill-fitting trunk of my red 1986 Toyota Tercel. Once I had disposed off my bag, I slid onto the front corduroy seat and drove off for my doctor's appointment
It was there, that I had pleasantly taken a seat on the lounge chairs and was waiting to be called for my appointment with Dr. Simons.
Thats when it happened. I was comfortably lying on the chair, when the brown mahogany table next to me began to shake.
....10 seconds, thud thud thud thud. It was getting closer.
.....9 seconds, my hands juxtaposed against my body.
.....8 seconds, a man in a dark kevlar vest began to approach me.
....7 seconds, I ran towards the man in full speed, in attempt to get a hold of his firearm.
....6 seconds, he skillfully maneuvered around my attack and began to fire at me.
....BAM.... BAM..... BAM.......I Had Fallen
Whoever knew injustice gods among us was such a hard game.
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[ WP ] `` With this blade , I swear I will change fate and craft a better tommorow ! Their deaths are not in vain ! Those heroes must die ! ''
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I slowly looked back, my mentor had a frown on his face. `` You know... ever since the corruption of the kingdom, I tried to make you a better person... a real hero, but I see that wo n't be happening.'' He sighed and pulled out his sword as he walked towards me. `` Stop!'' I demanded, holding my sword out, the point towards my former mentor... my former friend. He did n't listen, and continued. `` I'm sorry.'' He said softly before leaping towards me, his weapon almost stabbing me, but I jumped out of the way. I quickly stood and ran to the chosen blade, the one that would choose the one worthy to wield the power, and save the land. My hands gripped the hilt of the sword and I pulled up. The sword came out in a flash of light, pushing back my mentor. I walked to him, sword in hand. `` Enough of the corruption... it's not the evil... it's the heroes who are the cause...'' I said holding it up. `` They are responsible for the death of my friends... my family... everything I loved!'' I stabbed him, and I watched the life leave his eyes. `` With this blade, I swear I will change fate and craft a better tomorrow! Their are not in vain! Those heroes must die!'' I said before pulling out the blade.
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[ WP ] You 're in the middle of a meeting . Everyone begins to panic outside the conference room . Your phone starts going off while you aimlessly walk with others to the TV amidst the chaos . The emergency broadcast comes on : `` a virus targeting the Y chromosome will kill all species with it within days . ''
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Diary Entry:
September 11th, 2016 | 9:48 pm EST
I am the last man on earth.
But not the last human being.
That sucks.
Nobody ever said anything about `` last woman on earth'' -- those of us with a penis should have paid better attention to the old cliche.
Because it was more than a cliche -- it has become a prophecy.
And so with no more men, boys, males -- whatever we were once called -- it's Womankind's turn to rule earth.
Even as this wicked virus toys my body from the inside out, I do n't count myself a victim but a witness.
A witness of the future.
A more peaceful, prosperous future.
Why do I say that?
Name one woman who started a war.
'Nuff said.
Earth is a girl now.
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[ WP ] Santa has too much eggnog one night and decides that instead of giving the naughty children coal , he is just going to fight all of them .
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He stumbled out of the broken front door. The bottle landed in the freshly fallen snow as he wiped his bloody knuckles on his dirty red coat. He coughed heartily and lit a cigarette before staring up at the moon, basking in his own adrenaline and bloodlust. He retrieved the bottle, taking a swig as he heaved himself back onto his well worn sleigh seat.
`` Do n't you think you've had enough, Santa?''
Santa looked at the small elf next to him with fire in his eyes.
`` You shut your fucking mouth, or you'll be next. I do n't pay you for your opinions.''
The elf looked away meekly, as Santa pulled a crumpled list from his chest coat pocket.
`` Timmy, Timmy, timmy...'' he mumbled as he perused the red-inked names, crossing it out once he found it.
`` Who's next?'' He said, not even bothering to look at the Elf.
`` Um, let's see... well, the next closest naughty kid is Jane, 316 N. Harrington Road. It's about 0.6 miles north north east from here. Santa. Santa? Santa?!?''
The elf jostled the drunken sleeping giant by his fluffy white lapel.
`` Mmmm, what?''
`` Did you hear me?''
`` Yes!'' He roared, veins bulging on his forehead, `` I'm always listening.''
Santa stared straight ahead, dead eyed and lost in thought.
`` Jane. Janeeeee. Yes. Uppity little cunt. Told her father she did n't love him because he could n't afford a pony. Like she has any understanding of the care and upkeep costs that go into owning a pony. Hah! I'll give her a pony alright...''
He smiled through gritted teeth as he rubbed his stonelike hands together maniacally.
`` But Santa, she's only 7, she did n't know! I'm sure she did n't mean it.''
The elf crashed to the floor as a thunderous blow cracked against the right side of his jaw.
`` ONLY SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TOO!'' he bellowed. The trembling elf gathered himself and resumed his spot atop the driving perch. A light turned on in Timmys kitchen, and a robe-laden man stepped through the door, rubbing his eyes the pale moonlight.
`` Who's out there? Did you break my door??''
Santa and the elf looked at each other in astonishment, they had n't been seen by a mortal in millennia.
`` Um, uh, no! We heard the commotion and came out to check, we are... repair men!''
`` Repair men? What time is it?'' The man looked at his watch.
`` It's 3 in the morning! Is that a sleigh?? Stay where you are, I'm calling the cops! Honey, get down here, and bring my gun!'' The man ran back into the house.
`` Hm, that's not good, we should go. Ready the steeds!''
The elf grabbed the reigns and cracked his whip across the backs of the reindeer.
`` We ride! It's time for Jane to get her pony'' Santa said, throwing his head back as he chuckled to the moon. And with that, they rode off into the crisp December darkness.
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[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : I am a Jedi , like my father before me Edition
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`` Everyone here sure is nice!'' the 9 year old girl exclaimed.
`` Oh my yes, yes. Very polite. Very polite. You know what they say...'' the elderly man replied.
`` Sticks and stones?''
`` Sticks and stones.''
& nbsp;
They shuffled along the crack-ladened sidewalk under a canopy of ladders. Pennies littered their path.
As they entered the bar they blessed themselves and opened their umbrellas.
`` You are indeed a quick learner little girl.'' the old man said.
& nbsp;
`` Welcome my old friend!'' the barkeep yelled as they walked in. `` Welcome! Welcome! A mirror for my old friend and his young companion!''
& nbsp;
They were both given mirrors.
`` On the floor or against the wall?''
`` Oh always the wall my young darling. Always the wall.''
The old man swung his mirror to the left, shattering it. The young girl swung hers to the right.
They walked up to two empty stools at the bar, walked around them 3 times, and sat down.
& nbsp;
`` What brings you here this fine day?'' the barkeep asked.
`` The paper told me to go see an old friend about a new problem.'' the old man replied.
`` Then you have come to the right place! What seems to be the problem?'' asked the barkeep.
`` This young lady appeared in my bathroom!'' the old man exclaimed.
`` No? In your bathroom? How could that be?'' the barkeep asked in disbelief.
`` That is the problem my friend. How could it be?'' the old man replied with concern in his voice.
`` He forgot one.'' the young girl chimed in.
`` You forgot one my old friend? How could you forget one?'' the barkeep inquired.
`` Wait, I think I see it...'' the girl interjected as she moved her hand behind the old man's ears.
& nbsp;
She laid the penny on the bar.
& nbsp;
`` What happened to my quarters?'' the old man asked in confusion.
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[ WP ] Coffee is suddenly outlawed by an ardently tea drinking government . In response , caffeine drinkers act like alcoholics during the Prohibition .
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The surly captain walked in and greated his men. `` Now I don'the know how you feel about the new law and I do not care. The citizens of this fine town were given two long months to prepare before the law went into effect and now it is to late for any offenders. Simmons will now run down exactly what you need to look for to spot these Java Junkies.''
Simmons walked up to the front sleepy as usual. Yawning he opened up a folder and read from it. `` From the desk of her majesty president Clinton to the agencies charged with ensureing the successful carrying out of the prohibition of the consumption of the brewed beverage known as coffee. You will be able to identify these criminals by several methods. The most common would be finding those who appear to be experiencing any sort of the emotion know as joy. Also those who have excessive talent in the ability to remain awake and alert should be suspect. Be careful in your searches as it possible to achieve a contact high simply from breathing the fumes. We will be publishing manuals in aid to you work as we discover more of the techniques used by the caffinated. For now simply be suspect of everyone as too many will try to avoid the death penalty until we show the nation how serious we are in punishing this crime.''
Simmons did n't even bother to read the closing remark he just closed the folder and let it all sink in.
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[ WP ] A person invents a time machine for the sole purpose of traveling back in time to get the autographs of every historical figure ( Washington , Napoléon , Hitler , Marline Monroe , JFK ) before they die . After making hundreds of trips he becomes known throughout time as the grim reaper .
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He anxiously tapped his fingers on the table. He looked at me straight into my eyes, gazing into my soul. His left hand was closed in a fist on the other side of the table. Opposite him was myself, my hand shaking to write down the name on my notepad.
`` Tim..No that's not right'' I Thought.
`` Can you state your name again please?'' I looked up at his face, his eyes still locked with mine. He sighed.
`` You do know I'm a busy man yes?''
`` Of course, I promise you this will only take a few minutes'' He sighed again.
`` Steve'' I quickly scribble down the name on the paper.
`` I'll proceed to ask you a few questions and you just answer them in any way you like okay?'' He nodded, looking seemingly bored.
`` How has your achievement in managing and further expanding your company over to other parts of the world affected the way your investors look at you and your company?'' He leaned forward on his chair and rested his hands, interlocked on the wooden auburn table.
`` I'm guessing they were pleased to see that their investment was going to bring in more money into their bank accounts'' He smirked, I did n't.
`` How do you think your legacy will affect people after you are long gone?'' His smirk turned into an unpleasant smile.
`` I tend not to think on that often''
`` But you have given it thought have n't you?'' He leaned back again on his chair, crossing his arms and looking out to the amazing view that was below the office.
`` I guess I will be known as one of the foremost leaders in technology and innovation. I'd like to think that's how I'll be remembered anyways.'' I wrote down his words exactly as he said them on the paper.
`` Believe me when I tell you, that I still have a long life ahead of me, so I wo n't be going anywhere anytime soon'' I looked at him again and smiled a bit.
`` Now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment with the board of directors''
`` But I have n't finished my intervie...''
`` I'm afraid we'll have to continue this another time.'' He stood up and started wearing his coat. I as well stood up and handed him my pen and notepad.
`` Can you sign here please?''
`` What for?'' He asked suspiciously
`` It's only to validate that these are your words and not made up by myself'' He took the pen and swiftly put down his signature on the line. I shook his hand.
`` Until next time sir'' He smiled forcefully and exited the room. I looked at the signature before exiting his office.'Steve Jobs' was signed on the dotted line. I wanted to get this one for a long time.
* My first WP submission. Hope it's a bit entertaining: )
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[ WP ] A child discovers that thanksgiving is a satanic holiday where families sacrifice turkeys to protect themselves from harm .
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The hooded figures stood around the pedestal, figures who under other circumstances would be family, friends, and colleagues. But know they were the servants of the Dark Lord, Lucifer.
“ *Gratias agimus tibi, lucifer, parce nobis, munus vitae munere mortis possis*, ” the shadowed servants chanted, a caged turkey atop the pedestal tried to escape, thrashing at its wiry prison.
“ *Nam vita mors est, et mors vitam. Te rogamus, ut hoc anno nostras animas damnatorum*, ” They spoke again, their voice one, their minds one. Wax candles dripped to the floor, casting light into the dark room, sending wisps of smoke into the air.
A servant of the Lord released the cage, the turkey made a fruitless attempt to escape its circle of captors. Hands were on its back in an instant, holding it down for its ultimate demise. A woman pulled from her robe a knife, emblazoned with a pentagram, verse scrawled upon its hilt.
The woman grasped the bird ’ s head and held it against the edge of the pedestal, she raised the knife, poised to strike. She began to chant the final verse, “ *Quas vitas esse reum mortis. Hac tibi agimus. Parce nobis, Domine Lucifer*. ” She swung the knife down.
“ Mom? ” A boy called from the basement door, staring at the assortment of family and neighbours. “ Mr. Jenkins? ” The boy said to his seventy-six year old neighbour, “ What the fuck is going on here, Mom? ”
“ Billy! ” The woman called, lowering her hood, her hair done in elaborate curls, “ I told you to stay in your room! ” Her blade rested on the turkey ’ s throat.
“ What ’ s going on here? ” Billy asked again, “ Is that a turkey? ”
“ Just go to your room, Billy. We ’ ll talk later. ” Billy ’ s mom said to her son in her most affirmative voice.
“ Whatever, you ’ re all fucked up in the head anyway. ” Billy sneered as he stormed off.
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Dinner that night was *delicious*.
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[ IP ] Urban Life
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I stand amongst a field of umbrellas and all I can think about is how I love the rain.
Little droplets siphon down like angel tears. They roll off, dash against black tar, and mist up like fresh morning dew. It's as if flowers could spring to life even in this concrete jungle, and that's why I stand and watch, waiting, just in case one really does.
`` You like the rain?'' he says.
I do n't know him, but he's wearing a raincoat, gumboots, and carrying an umbrella too. He's young or not much older than me and he watches with a fierce gaze from behind circular lenses. He's harmless, but he does n't put me at ease.
`` You do n't have to frown like that,'' I tell him, `` rain brings new life and peace.''
His mouth curls up in distaste, he shifts a little closer. `` It's acid, look at the way it steams up from the road. It's not natural like how it used to be. The plants die and humans wilt away when enough has been absorbed in your skin. The government poisons us against our will.''
I want to tell him he's stupid and that he's weird. People like him should just stay at home. But as I watch the rain steam like he mentioned, I ca n't help but gulp back the retort.
`` The water cycle,'' he says, `` it picks up death and sewage, and then its all dumped on us from the sky. No one stops to think, we're all sheep at the mill.''
He pauses as someone stops in front of us and opens their mouth to the sky. They grin with the flavour of rain on their lips.
I step back. And he spits at the floor. `` They'll be dead by nightfall. But not you and me, we can still make it.''
`` You're paranoid,'' I say.
He takes a few steps back. `` You're just like them.'' And then he's gone.
It's all quiet again and I'm standing, watching the rain. His words ring through my mind, but I decide that that's okay.
I tilt my umbrella back, open my mouth, and let the angel tears drip down my throat. It's like acid and sewage, but there's a hint of ocean, of dolphins playing, and sea salt wafting up from the coast.
Maybe he's right and maybe I'm wrong. But it does n't matter tomorrow or today. Because despite what anybody tells me...
I simply like the rain.
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[ WP ] Everyone has a stopwatch they are given at birth , it counts down to the exact moment you will meet your soulmate . You met your soulmate years ago and have been happily married since with three beautiful children . This morning you woke up and looked down , your watch has begun counting again .
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**PART I: **
*Note: this part does n't address the full prompt. Keep reading for the full story! *
He sat alone on the park bench, gazing off into space. The weather was calm, with a slight breeze rustling through the treetops. A few yards away sat a couple, presumably newly matched soulmates. Soon, he would know how they felt.
*Tick, tick, tick... *
He checked his watch for the hundredth time that day. Only 15 minutes remained on the timer. He was n't sure how the watch worked, but he knew it could never be wrong.
*Tick, tick, tick... *
He'd put a lot of thought into how he wanted to meet his soulmate. He had wondered if he should go somewhere, like a club or a restaurant, but in the end he had realized that it would n't matter. This was fate, after all. She would show up wherever he was, as soon as the clock stopped.
*Tick, tick, tick... *
He had never been a fan of large crowds or loud noises, so he figured this might be the best place to meet his soulmate. Of course, he knew his actions would n't actually change who she was, but he liked to think he could get a calmer soulmate by waiting for her in a calm place. It made him feel better to think he had some control over this part of his life, even if he was only deluding himself.
*Tick, tick, tick... *
Most of his friends had paired up years ago, but his clock had continued to count down. He was now in his mid thirties. Not exactly a `` late bloomer'', but compared to his friends, he supposed he was a bit late. Still, all that would change soon.
*Tick, tick, tick... *
He checked the watch again. One minute left now. Had it really been two hours since he had first arrived?
*Tick, tick, tick... *
He supposed he should've been nervous, and in fact he had been nervous when he first sat down. But now, he had reached a state of acceptance. Whatever happened, happened.
*Tick, tick, tick... *
The watch counted down its final few moments.
He looked around, but no one new seemed to have appeared.
Where was his soulmate?
`` E-excuse me,'' he heard a woman's faint voice say behind him. A smile grew on his face. He stood up slowly, savoring the moment, and turned around.
The smile dropped off his face.
*Tick, tick. *
In front of him were two women, each clutching their timers. The telltale ticking sound was nowhere to be found. They both glanced nervously at him.
He checked his timer again. Sure enough, it displayed the little `` Congratulations!'' message that he'd been told about so many times before.
He looked back up at the two women. The two women looked back at him.
Which one was his soulmate?
*To be continued! *
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[ WP ] A charismatic villains is close to achieving world dominance , until he meets a young girl . Eventually he begins to reconsider . Unbeknownst to the villain , the young girl has an even more sinister agenda ...
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Do you ever have that moment? That moment in your life, when you realize that it was all for nothing? That moment, when you see everything in a new light? Well, I have, and it all started with blue eyes and brown hair
Quinn was, well Quinn was like fire and ice. She could analyze situations without any emotion, yet soothe the pain of a cut on your hand. When I looked into her eyes, I could see a thousand galaxies burning. She was even hotter than the scorching fires that burnt Paris to the ground. Quinn was a young girl in her 20's, with brown hair and freckles that you could never stop noticing. Her slender build was, well, distracting to say the least. Yet, no matter how well she looked, it was her mind that caught me. Quinn's knowledge mostly involved quantum and nuclear physics. She could make any household appliance into a time ticking explosive. Quinn was, well, beautiful; and resourceful, the complete package. I was her King and she was my Queen.
Now, the problem with a Queen, is that she is just as or maybe even more, powerful than a King. To say the least, Quinn complicated things. She made easy things like conquering Berlin, a hassle for who got to keep the city. She would, instead of securing a city, attempt to send the entire population sky high ( I am so sorry Denmark ). Honestly, it got so hard to do things that at one point I just wanted to put a bullet between her eyes. Yet, every time I would look at her, she would catch me. It's what made Quinn, Quinn. There were times when I considered just leaving, just giving up on it all. It had cost me over 9 billion dollars to achieve, how much more was there in store? That question, was answered on June 11, 2019. Quinn wanted to build a bomb, a really big one. Approximately 10, 340 kg to be exact. It would be enough to obliterate all of South America. The UN would finally surrender and I would achieve world domination. All of this, the entire world, would only cost me about 1,8 billion dollars. So, as usual I forked over the cash and production began.
Now, you're probably wondering, how did Graham Harrison not take over the world? Why is South America still a continent? Well, the answer is simple, I screwed up. I screwed up and it cost me the world. Well it's not really what I screwed up and more like who I screwed but that does n't matter. Quinn was beautifully insane. The problem, was that I could only ever think about the first half of that sentence: Quinn was beautiful. The issue, was that Quinn was also, completely insane. So when you give a completely insane pyromaniac 1,8 billion dollars, they're not just gon na build a bomb that's capable of blowing up a continent. No, THEY're going to end up blowing up the entire planet. So when you wake up from a nice nap to the noise of clanging coming from the lab and walk in to see your wife building a 250 ton bomb, you do n't ask what's for breakfast. You put a bullet between her eyes. Yes it was quite sad, it did help that I was unable to experience any emotion, but still very sad. The real question, was what was to happen now? The world was burning and all my plans where in shambles. I write this letter now, as a sort of goodbye note. That is what you do right? I failed, my life savings wasted on something meant on taking everything I had. So as I write my last words, I give a message to the people of earth. My name is Graham Harrison and it sure was a blast conquering you all.
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[ WP ] Usually , horrors take place in dark isolated areas in the middle of nowhere . Write a horror story that takes place in the middle of a busy area in broad daylight .
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He awoke with a start. His throat was dry and raw, and his lips were chapped. Even knowing it was a bad idea, he went to lick them. Momentary comfort would have to suffice.
His brain sent down the instructions, but his lips refused to move. He went to grunt, but his throat was in too poor a state to emit more than a hoarse, heavily-muffled hum. He could breathe only through his nose, he noticed. His arms and legs, too, refused to budge -- it suddenly dawned on him that he was completely immobilized, although he was still standing upright. Even his eyes seemed almost rooted in place. Although he was n't sure exactly where he was, or how he had gotten there, he could tell, with meager help from his peripheral vision, that he was in some kind of workshop or studio. There were varies crafting supplies, tools, and paints, and various paintings were hung along the walls.
*How have I ended up here? * he wondered to himself. *How have I ended up period? * He had the vague impression he had been out on the town, in and out of the shops and cafes, but he could n't for the life of him recall what could have landed him in his current predicament. Somewhere in his head stewed the knowledge that his memory would continue to fail him; somewhere else, the knowledge that his ongoing curiosity was the sole remaining buffer between his lucid mind and the paralyzing panic beginning to simmer in the pit of his stomach. He may have begun hyperventilating if he had the freedom of movement even to completely fill his lungs.
He strained to blink and moisten his eyes as the room slowly became a mosaic of colorful splotches. *Bad enough I can barely look around without going blind, too, * he would have said to no one if he had been able to speak.
His saliva grew increasingly viscous as it built up in the back of his throat, and he silently prayed he would n't gag on it. He tensed his muscles, trying to extend himself in all directions in the hope of freeing himself from whatever bindings he had been placed in.
*been placed in*
The levee ruptured, and he was deeply afraid.
Someone had done this to him. He had known before, but now he *knew*.
And, in coincidence with this realization, a door swung open to his left, creaking lightly and admitting soft, steady footsteps.
If it was true that speaking of the Devil invited his presence, well, merely thinking of him bore no less sinister fruit.
`` Hello there,'' said the voice to his left. It was a low alto. A man. His voice had an aristocratic air to it -- the voice of someone very sure of himself, and comfortable in any situation. `` I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, but an unanticipated influx of customers drew my attention.'' The words came smoothly, politely.
When the man stepped into his captive's point of view, it could be plainly seen that his style matched his voice. He was dressed like an aristocrat, there was no doubting that. He was attired in a navy suit that gave off an elegant sheen, shoes the color of dark chocolate, and an expensive-looking gold watch. His attention to detail went to his finely-trimmed beard and to the hair atop his head, which looked to contain a painstakingly precise amount of product.
*What the hell did you do to me? *, came the question to the captive's lips, and no further. He could not even manage to contort his face in anger, so he settled for staring vacantly into the eyes of his captor.
`` Let me just congratulate you again on your stunning figure, sir. When you came in to purchase a suit from us, I could tell from first glance that you would be a perfect model. Taking your measurements was really just a formality.''
*Measurements? * He began to remember. One of his last planned stops was at one of the new high-end menswear outlets. A place called *Gents*, or something like that. He had always been fashion-conscious, eager to be on the cutting edge of a trend. So were most of the city's upper class. He had come in expecting to walk out with a new three-piece. He had said as much while he was being measured. And the proprietor -- the son of a bitch now standing in front of him -- had been `` very excited to put you into one'', he had said.
He gulped. The sticky, congealed spit did not go pleasantly down, but he had no choice other than to bear it with an internal grimace. If he had any room to spare, he would have been trembling.
`` You know,'' the proprietor said, beginning to pace, brow furrowed in thought, `` Good models are very hard to find these days. The proportions are almost never right, and manufactured mannequins are a joke. It makes more sense, when a good model falls into your lap, to do everything in your power to preserve its beauty and grace. Do n't you agree?'' He looked over, smiling with faint deviousness.
His mind was as completely arrested as his body, and his dread only increased as he tried and failed to make any sense of the situation.
`` No response? None at all?'' A puzzled expression played across his face, then gave way to a look of inspiration. `` Oh, of *course*, he said with too much enthusiasm, `` Nothing to say because you have n't seen the finished product! I'll get the mirror,'' he finished, and disappeared off to the right and out of view.
His heart was pounding, threatening to burst. He could sense his body dying to sweat, and felt a shiver work its way down to the very marrow in his bones. It was like no terror he had ever experienced: fight and flight equally denied him, he was doomed to *wait*, and to *witness*.
And witness he did.
Beaming, the proprietor wheeled the mirror in front of his captive.
And his pupils became saucers.
He tried his hardest to jerk and thrash, to topple himself over, to force himself in all directions, to scream and cry. Instead, there was little more than silence.
Silence. and stillness.
`` Please, sir, do n't try to fight. You will find that you are unable to break free, and you will overexert yourself. Even if you could escape, I doubt you would like the results. The innermost layer is composed largely of fiberglass, and it has a terribly unpleasant effect on skin when it splinters. Besides, how could you live with yourself after destroying such a precious work of art?
In the mirror, he had seen an ornate mannequin, cast in a stylish, masculine pose, and attired in a posh three-piece suit. Black, with a white shirt, a bright, solid gold tie, and a slightly darker herringbone handkerchief peeking out from the breast pocket.
Poking out of the two sockets, he had seen his own eyes, bloodshot, horrified, tears streaming, staring back at him.
`` I understand why you might be worried, though. *How will I eat? How will I drink? How will I use the restroom? * You must be asking yourself these questions if you have not already done so. Do not fret: for me, this is a labor of love, and I will see to everything personally. We will become very good friends, you and I. I am sure of it.'' His proud grin suddenly became a thin, tight-lipped smile. `` I dare say I will be the last friend you ever have.''
He turned and walked off, leaving the mirror in its place. He picked up a cloth and a bottle of liquid from a table, and approached his captive once more.
`` Take heart. You will be a wonderful addition. Men and women alike will admire you, gawk at you, as they have at all my models.'' He poured liquid liberally onto the cloth. `` You will be an icon of style the rest of your days. This is what you came into my store to accomplish, is it not?''
He drew close, admiring his work. `` Well, I think I have talked away more than enough of your time. You should rest -- I imagine you will need your strength.'' He pressed the cloth over the mannequin's nose. The poor excuses for sobs it had been letting out began to fade into nothing.
`` Pleasant dreams.''
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The streets were bustling with well-dressed young men and women. Fitted suits, ornate dresses, and expensive jewelry flowed to and fro in an opulent current. The latest trends could be seen in various windows, and pedestrians stopped to ogle at what they were either unable to afford or determined to have for themselves.
One couple stopped to look at a particularly dashing display. Right up front stood a mannequin in a fine black suit. He was further outfitted in a crisp white shirt, a gold tie, and a patterned handkerchief. He was wearing dark sunglasses, staring off in the distance with the kind of apparent disinterest that passed in the avant-garde circles for `` cool''.
`` This is a darling little shop, is n't it?'' asked the woman entreatingly.
He took another look at the display, and peered behind it, into the shop.
`` I suppose it's worth a look,'' he said, taking her hand and going inside.
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[ WP ] Make me cry
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Make me cry?
I wo n't cry.
I'm sorry, I wo n't cry.
Call me names, I wo n't cry.
Call me foolish, I wo n't cry.
Call me outcast, I wo n't cry.
Break my body, I wo n't cry.
Break my bones, I wo n't cry.
Break my mind, I wo n't cry.
Give me to the elements, I wo n't cry.
Give me to the sea, I wo n't cry.
Give me to the fire, I wo n't cry.
Take me from my family, I wo n't cry.
Take me from my friends, I wo n't cry.
Take me from my children, I wo n't cry.
Take my love, I wo n't cry.
Take my land, I wo n't cry.
Take my life, I wo n't cry.
Remove my humanity, I wo n't cry.
Remove my face, I wo n't cry.
Remove my memory, I wo n't cry.
I will stand here, I wo n't cry.
I will oppose you, I wo n't cry.
I will not do what you say, I wo n't cry.
If crying means you've broken me, I wo n't cry.
If crying means you've hurt me, I wo n't cry.
If crying means you've won, I wo n't cry.
Some things are worth standing for.
Some things are worth everything.
Some things are worth the pain.
I wo n't cry.
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I'm not sure if that is what you wanted, but there you go.
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[ WP ] In a world where Hitler won WW2 , a story about how the world would look like if Hitler lost WW2 .
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We saw writings like this from time to time, and typically they were n't well written. Every young child explored with the idea of `` what if''. Hell, there was a whole sub reich on reichdit ( how in gods name they came up with that name eluded me ) based around the idea, but none had ever been as involved as this latest one. I sat back in my chair, casting my eyes around me at the dull lights, the various propaganda posters, and the coffee maker which the menschlich secretary had yet to fill properly. I knew my duty of course, as a Standartenführer in the Geheime Staatspolizei was to read and assess this latest writing; and yet I really did n't want to.
Steeling myself to the task, with a sigh I leaned forward to consider the writing as it flickered on my monitor.
`` In 1956, history tells us the Fuhrer beat back the communist invaders and brought ever lasting peace to the world...'' The story started out nice enough, though truth be known that war had n't ended quite as well as the history books told. Sure, we managed to destroy the Soviet leadership, and Stalin was found cowering in a hole, but I doubt you'd call it peace. It seemed like we had to keep pouring troops in there to keep the peace, regardless of the Fuhrer's promise that we'd finally pull the men out. I shared a quiet snort at this thought before skipping down a few paragraphs.
``... but, what if? What if that grand peace never happened? What would our world look like? Would the Jews rise up as has always been warned, or would a threat appear from a new angle. From a place never expected, at a time of great peace.''
Stretching in my chair, I paused here. Much as I hated to admit such, the writer did have something of a point. We found out as much with America. While FDR had kept his meddling in the war to a minimum, that was not the case when he died. We had become complacent, expecting the Americans to leave well enough alone. The great war had hurt them greatly, and no one was excited about a second one. His successor, Truman was not so inclined. It took the bombings of Paris and Nuremberg with the atomic bombs to wake the Fuhrer up to that fact. Retaliation was swift, and devastating. Honestly, and you'd never hear me say this aloud, we should have known better. We had trained the Americans in the use of tanks and advanced weaponry, so it should n't have surprised us when they took that and turned it against us.
I tired of this examination. The writer's story quickly devolved from a sensible, if fanciful what if writing, to a full blown fairy tale. One that told of the United States and Russia defeating the Reich, and then entering into their own war before, crushing the Soviets not with might, but peace. Destroying an enemy from within, using trade and treaties to systematically dismantle every aspect of the Soviets. Shaking my head, I pondered my options. On one hand, yes, this writing was an offense to the Reich. On the other hand, it was just fiction. I did n't quite see what harm could come of it, and yet...
As I looked over the story one last time, I found myself picking up my phone and dialing a number. Waiting for the adjunct to answer, I paused before speaking. Did I want to do this, or was there another way? `` Untersturmführer Huffman,'' I said, waiting for him to reply `` It looks like the writing prompts group is at it again. Make them vanish.''
( Edit: I think I lost track of this halfway through, so forgive me. Kudos if you catch all the references. )
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[ WP ] The Fashion Police are real and more powerful than any authority on Earth .
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`` Weeee ooooo weeee oooo weee ooooo...''
`` Oh for fuck's sake...'' Winston murmured.
`` Weeee oooo weeee oooo weeee oooo....'' the officer continued as he trotted down the sidewalk towards him, `` pull over mister!''
`` I heard you,'' he cried, and stepped out of the flow of foot traffic and waited for his the officer to meet him.
`` Awful, astonishingly atrocious, absolutely abhorrent!'' The officer cried, skipping up in his designer pants and form fitting leather jacket. `` Just what do you think you're wearing, silly?''
Winston looked down at his watch, and then down at his clothes. He did n't see anything wrong. `` Look I'm late for work, I did n't have time to do laundry so not everything matches, I'm sorry.''
`` Not as sorry as I am,'' the man lisped, `` look at you, brown shoes and a black belt?! Are you kidding me? That's, like, fashion 101.''
`` I know.''
`` No seriously,'' the officer said playfully, `` you should have learned about that in fashion 101, or did you skip your mandatory courses?''
Winston played with the dirt, pushing it around with his shoes, `` I may have missed a class or two.''
`` Oh jeez,'' the officer gasped, `` this is like, SUPES cereal, ya know?''
Winston looked back down at his watch again, beginning to be impatient with this pull over.
The officer jumped up and gasped, covering his mouth with both of his hands, `` is that a digital watch?! Those are illegal for anyone over the age of thirteen, you know that right?!''
Winston covered his eyes, rubbing his temples he tried to be patient.
`` I have grounds to arrest you right here and now!'' the officer cried, flipping his hand limply forward, `` if it were n't for your dapper-dan hair I'd slap some cuffs on those law breaking wrists and take you to fashion reeducation!''
Winston's demeanor changed significantly, he felt no longer flippant or unappologetic towards the fashion-peace keeper. `` I'm sorry,'' he urged the man, `` it was on an honest mistake, it wont happen again. I'll go home and read the fashionista bible tonight, cover to cover and I'll match my clothing, I promise.'' He held his hands and knelt before the officer, `` please do n't send me to reeducation.''
The officer looked on him with scrutiny, hands were placed heavily on his tilted hips, `` hmmmmmmm,'' he said through squinted eyes, `` I'll let you off with a warning.''
`` Thank you!'' Winston cried, clutching the shirt of the officer, `` thank you, it wo n't happen again!''
`` Well I should hope not! I do n't want to talk to you again,'' he said, waving his finger.
Something caught his eye behind Winston, `` hey, you sillypants!'' the officer cried across the street pointing at a woman, `` Do n't you know you ca n't wear white before labor day!''
With his accusation he held up a flashing light and trotted across the busy intersection, `` weeee oooo weeee ooooo weee oooo!''
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[ WP ] An apology to a mother .
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Dear mom,
I do n't know where to start, so I'm just gon na come out with it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the times I never listened. I'm sorry for all the times I neglected to call you or let you know how I was. I'm sorry for not being the son you deserved but a son you always had to defend.
So, many years have passed now but the regret still weights heavily on my mind. I know it's too late and that this letter will never reach you, but I love you mom and I will never forget everything you did for me. I hope as you look down at me now you will feel a sense of pride because it's all for you.
Your hopeless son,
Dan
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[ WP ] Deterring crime is now accomplished by downloading the potential victim 's emotions , pain , and suffering into the would-be criminal 's brain in time for them to change their mind .
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AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I could n't help but scream. It hurt. Oh God, did it hurt. If the claws of Satan himself were tearing at my stomach and chest I think it would have hurt less. Sobbing and crying like a child, I tried fruitlessly, impossibly, to stop it somehow. As I lay on the ground, curled in the fetal position, it was all I could do to handle the pain. Which is why when the fear hit me, I broke.
`` NOT ME!!!!'' The thought rang out in my mind like an air raid siren. I ca n't die! I wo n't! You wo n't beat me!'' I silently railed at the invisible figure of the reaper. `` I am BETTER than *them*.'' I was n't.
When I awoke, the pain was gone, but not the memory of it. I knew that it was meant to dissuade me. To convince me that my path was wrong and in need of correction. It only did the opposite. Remembering how awful, yet great, that pain was. Truly unstoppable, impossible to ignore. It was like holding the most devastating weapon ever invented.
It did n't just kill, though of course that was the end-result. It changed you before that, made you realize things, made everything clear. In those moments your place in the world was shown to you, whether you liked it or not. Your superiority over some, inferiority to others. All laid out in front of you like a series of paintings, only you lacked the ability to look away. As terrible as it was, it was almost a gift, a horrendous way to teach lessons that needed to be taught.
With that thought in my mind I began to pack my things...
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[ WP ] You are a megastar , being interviewed on prime time TV . During the interview , you do something that shocks the world
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I did it. I finally did it. Just as well it was on Bill O'Reilly's joke of a talk show. I had been invited to discuss my upcoming film *Across, Behind* as well as the inevitable political implications of the characters' motives. Before stepping out from backstage and taking a seat next to the big man himself, I flipped an old coin that had determined my actions for such a long time. However unlike the previous six times I had been invited to speak on national TV, the coin came up heads.
I took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage, greeted by a chorus of cheers and applause. Sitting down across from Bill, we exchanged a bit of opening banter before getting down to discussing the topic that was the reason for me being on the show in the first place.
`` So Max, tell us, what are your personal thoughts on your film? I have a review saying a lot of not-so positive things about it.''
At least Bill did n't start ranted about Obama, I thought to myself.
`` Well Bill, I personally thought it was a fantastic experience. The entire cast was fantastic to work with, and I think filming *Across, Behind* was important for my growth as an actor. As for the negative critic reviews that I've been seeing lately, I try not to think about them too much. After all, they are not the main audience. Films are not made to please critics, they are made to fascinate audiences. And I think the people that will go to watch it over the next couple of months will leave the theaters fully satisfied.''
`` I see. I could n't help but be confused by the film's portrayal of Conservatives as backwards rich old people. After all, are n't they–''
`` Sorry to interrupt, but there is one thing I need to say first before we continue with the questions.''
I stood up and walked to the center of the stage. Looking directly at a camera planted firmly in the middle of the curve of chairs occupied by the audience, I took a deep breath and spoke what proved to be my last words that night.
`` Viewers, you are likely familiar with me due to the innumerable films I've starred in over the past 10 or so years. But I have n't been entirely honest with you. You see,'' I fumbled with a little zipper on the back of my neck, `` I am not what you think I am.''
I pulled up on the zipper and unzipped my cleverly designed costume. A scaly head, my real head, emerged from behind the lifeless eyes of my mask. The rest of the getup came off quickly, and I stood in front of millions with just my green, shiny scales on my body.
Turns out lizard people are real, huh.
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[ WP ] You never found your soulmate in life , so you begin looking in death .
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Persephone has always been lonely. It does n't help she's a helpless romantic, thinking that one day she'll meet *The One*.
Being a heiress, she did n't need to work. Persephone wandered all day and night to find her soulmate. She knows he's somewhere out there. She just does n't know where.
Persephone grew more and more desperate. She would pray to all the Gods. She would pray to the God of the Sky, she would pray to the God of the Ocean, and she would pray to the God of the Dead.
The God of the Dead heard her desperate pleas for a soulmate, and decided that he wanted her. With days of careful and intricate planning, he devised a way to get Persephone down to the Underworld with him.
Finally, the day has struck. Persephone was traveling alone, looking for her soulmate, when the ground split open. Hades rode his chariot up, his dark horses leading the way.
`` Persephone, my darling,'' Hades' voice rang out to her. `` I'm here to make you mine.''
Persephone started to approach the chariot, eyes wide and amazed.
`` Is it really you?'' she asked.
`` It's me,'' Hades confirmed, and that was all she needed to hear in order to get into his chariot to go back to the Underworld with him.
It truly is a shame that Persephone's parents never did find out what happened to her...
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~~I'm aware the actual myth did n't go like that.~~
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[ WP ] You split an Uber with Death .
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`` Ok, that's perfect. 10 minutes you say?'' Morgan confirmed
`` Yeah, I'm not that far, probably 5 minutes, but lets say 10 minutes just to be safe'' replied the Uber driver.
`` Excellent. That'll work. I'll meet you right at the corner cafe. See you then'' replied Morgan, as he hung up.
He walked over to his desk and pulled out his portfolio of bio mechanical designs he was going to present to the medical board. Grabbing his coat and hat, he walked out of the apartment door and locked it behind him. He walked down the Hallway and over towards the bank of elevators.
He pressed the descent button and a moment later, a set of doors opened up behind him. Inside the elevator, an older sharp dressed man stood by the floor buttons. He wore a nicely tailored suit with an overcoat and scarf. In his hand was a cane and hat. He looked up at Morgan and smiled. Morgan looked at the man and a sense of familiarity washed over him. It was like looking at an old friend and realizing how much you missed them. It was absurd, of course. He had never seen this man in his life before.
`` Please, join me. This one is on it's way down'' said the old man, smiling. Morgan nodded and hesitantly walked onto the elevator. `` What floor can I get you?'' asked the old man. `` Ground floor, please'' Morgan responded as he settled himself in the opposite corner. The elevator doors closed, and it began its descent.
`` I do n't mean to be nosy, but what do you have there?'' asked the old man, motioning to Morgan's portfolio. Morgan looked down his leather portfolio. He thought for a second, and answered `` The future. These are some renderings of some new generation bio-mechanical limbs that will allow people to have tactile sensation once again.'' The old man looked at him thoughtfully and nodded. `` The future you say? It certainly sounds like the future! Are they based on current designs, or are they brand new?''
`` They are based on some of my own research, and partly on existing concepts. Now a days, the limbs you see most commonly use skin sensors to transmit signals to the limbs, but my designs use complete integration. They are essentialy, new limbs.'' He explained.
`` Fascinating. It sounds like something that will benefit a lot of people!''
`` Yes, my goal is to create these and hopefully have them approved for surgical trials in the next 2 years. With a little luck, millions of people will be able to feel their limbs again as if they had never lost them''
`` That's excellent. The world needs more people like you. Too many times are brilliant minds taken from the world.'' Replied the old man.
The elevator came to rest at ground level, and the doors opened. `` Well, it's been nice speaking with you, Sir.'' said Morgan as he stepped out of the elevator. `` You too, Mr. Carr'' replied the old man, stepping out and smiling back at him.
Morgan froze in his tracks. He could feel the unmistakable tingle of fear crawling across his skin. He slowly turned back and looked at the old man standing just outside the elevator. `` How.....how did...... Have we met before?'' he stammered.
`` Oh, I'm sure we've met in passing several times. I'm sure you know.'' said the old man as he walked towards him. `` It is time for our visit.''
Morgan thought for a moment and a wave of realization came over him. He knew exactly who this man was. He was different this time. Calmer, sharper, and certainly more dapper than the last time they had met. `` Is it? Wow, has it been a year already?'' he asked himself out loud.
`` Please, let us walk for a bit.'' said Death, motioning towards the lobby doors. Both men walked outside and towards the corner cafe.
`` I got ta tell you, I'm waiting for a ride. I was n't expecting this visit today, but truth be told, I'm kind of glad to see you again. You look different.'' Death smiled at Morgan and pat his back. `` Well, since we are being honest, I decided on something a little more becoming of this position. I thought I would look a little more distinguished this way. Plus, it was time.''
Death and Morgan walked up to the corner cafe and ordered drinks. `` So, Is it time?'' asked Morgan. `` It has been your time, however, knowing what I know now, I would say it's in everyone's best interest for you not to go yet.'' replied Death, `` that being said, I must formally ask you a question: Are you ready to depart from this world, and continue your journey into the hereafter?''
Morgan thought for a moment. He had done so much in his life, and this new idea had sparked a whirlwind of activity and design. He had done so much since the war ended. Was he ready? Not really. There was always something more to do...
`` I know you have been kind to me all these years, but I can say with complete honesty, that I am not yet done with this life, and ask for you to reconsider taking me now.'' pleaded Morgan.
Death took a sip of his coffee and stared across the street. `` Well, knowing that you have wisely spent your time for the benefit of others is something that can not be overlooked. Mr. Carr, I must n't keep you. You clearly have somewhere to be.''
Morgan sighed. He drew his sight over to Death's face, and extended his hand to him. `` A curious custom'' said Death, extending his own hand `` If only people really knew how many deaths begin with a simple handshake...'' He trailed off. `` No matter, I will see you again, Mr. Carr.''
From their left, a black sedan turned the corner. `` Well, this is me. Next time. I'll see you around, sir.'' said Morgan as he opened the back door. He paused, turned around, and looked back. Death smiled back at Morgan, and turned to walk towards the corner.
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[ TT ] The character is moving out of their childhood home .
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Looking around my room—the room—for the last time, I ’ m checking to make sure that I haven ’ t left anything behind.
The room is bare to the walls, impossible to miss anything left behind. There ’ s still dents in the floor from where pieces of furniture had been. A spot where the green had been bleached to white stands out like a sore thumb. Underfoot, the carpet still feels squishy through my shoes. I ’ m certain that if I leaned down, it ’ d feel damp to the touch.
I hear the truck rumbling outside, already started. Yet, I linger.
Following the hallway back out, it drops me into the kitchen, passing by the living room and a bathroom. The linoleum is damaged where the kitchen table had been, curling at the edges like witch ’ s shoes. Similar damage and curling is happening at the edges where the cabinets are. It smells damp in the room, the kitchen stripped down to just the remaining cabinets.
The horn on the truck beeps.
I give a deep sigh, turning and heading through the empty living room. The floor squishes underfoot in a couple spots with an audible noise. The screen door is twisted slightly, having had a fight with the wind and only partially won. It ’ s still there at least. It ’ s not one of the things that ’ ll had to be replaced.
Taking the singular key, I pull the door closed behind me. The screen door bounces off my back as I put the key in, turning it one last time. It clicks, the deadbolt going into place and I lock the bottom lock as well with a much less resounding click. I turn around towards the moving truck, slow to actually head towards it. My mom pokes her head out of the window to call to me.
“ Pull the back door closed. ”
I nod, taking a second to look over our belongings. There ’ s a lot less than there used to be. The sliding door slams down and I lock it into place. Even if it was only a little, I didn ’ t want to lose any of it. Heading around to the front of the truck, I drag myself up into the passenger seat.
Mom rubs my shoulder, putting the truck into drive and starting down the steep driveway towards the road away from the house. Water still puddles in the street, the family at the bottom of the hill dragging out their destroyed belongings to throw in a dumpster. My eyes travel back to the house I grew up in through. The tree is still on top of the house.
“ It ’ ll be okay. ”
I hum in response, eyes fixed on the house until I can ’ t see it anymore. Even then, I find myself staring back at where it was in the rearview mirror. It ’ s hard to say goodbye to the only place I ’ ve ever known.
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^ ( *Feel free to check out more of my writing at /r/Syraphia* )
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[ WP ] Write a story set in a world parallel to ours , but with only one aspect changed . Commenters should try to guess at what the author had changed .
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Steve stepped outside his house. He saw the children in his neighbour's garden happily playing around, feeling the ground beneath his feet bump underneath him each time they jumped, which swayed the houses and trees around them. But Steve was n't ready to have fun yet; he needed to head to the supermarket to get some groceries. He walked across his garden and unlocked his car, before getting in and driving off.
As Steve drove down the road, he drove carefully; the road shook and wobbled as children and other people nearby jumped around, making concentration essential. Eventually, he arrived at the supermarket. He got out of his car, and entered the building, which was swaying around from the movement of people inside.
Inside, Steve wandered through the aisles, the weight of his and other peoples' causing the shelves to slightly bend towards them. Fortunately, the shelves had bars across them so that items would n't fall off when they would bend downwards. He bought the groceries he needed and drove back home.
Soon afterwards, his son, Sam, arrived home from school for the day. He took Steve out to the garden with him, and they began to jump around.
The fun was beginning.
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[ WP ] Whenever someone dies , the person responsible will always be able to see the ghost of their victim for the rest of their life .
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I see him.
I see him everywhere.
Everywhere I go.
Every day.
I have led a long life. Longer than most. I have led a storied life. With more sorrow and love than most.
And I credit this to Jeremiah.
*Jeremiah*.
My sweet, tow-headed boy with the black eyes. So fair of hair; so slight of build; so quiet. Jeremiah has always been so very quiet.
It is his silence that scares me the most. Perhaps it is his silence that makes me push my own mortality to the limits. What does Jeremiah have to say to me that is so immense that he must hide it behind silence and those eternal black eyes of his?
You see, Jeremiah is what pushes me to live. I do not know what will happen to my Jeremiah when I go -- will he cease to be? Will he remain here on this mortal plane? Will he go to the unknown with me? Who knows. I am old enough now that the only answer I know for sure is that it is beyond my control.
I knew Jeremiah from when I was just a child -- and he was but a child. We played together on the banks of Caddo Lake as children; I still remember how unforgiving the Louisiana heat down by the bayou can be.
He was but a child, and I was but a child. And I must always remember how silly children can be. And children can be silly in their notions of what the world is- what is safe, what is not; what exactly they desire to prove in all those truth and dare games that come up amongst them.
We were quite a pair- the two blonde haired playmates that raced up and down the shores of Caddo Lake. I was less like a girl and much like a boy with all my brave energy and courage. Jeremiah loved it.
We found the highest trees and forged rope swings to hang from the top branches. And we would fight fantastic naval wars with no clear winner. He was strong and brave, despite his small size; I was cunning, fast and fierce, despite my feminine gender. We had so many sticky afternoons of delight spent lost in the swamps, my Jeremiah and I.
It was the afternoon we went out to Cradle Grove that I believe the good Lord decided that he taketh, and that same afternoon, the good Lord giveth.
Cradle Grove. Only Jeremiah and I knew of this grove, a cocoon of cypress that only we knew of. The bayou is a labyrinth, as dangerous and terrible as it is bright and beautiful at times.
It was Cradle Grove where I paddled away alone, with tears in my eyes and Jeremiah nowhere in sight. And behind me, the waters churned with fury. And from the center of fury, the waters spread with rich ruby red.
I told them that we had gone to Cradle Grove. That we had played the silly games that children play. And Jeremiah had decided to cross into Gator Grave. Where Cradle Grove was shallow, and the roots betrayed what lurked underneath, Gator Grove gave way to the deep, and all the things that live underneath.
Jaws. Jaws around Jeremiah was all that I could see. Red. Rich ruby red. Jaws.
When the adults went off in the direction of the red stain atop the waters, I was left alone. It was then that I changed from a girl to a woman. I grew decades in that afternoon with the loss of Jeremiah to the alligator.
I did n't see Jeremiah right away. It was after the tears went away. I would lie in my bed, numb to the prospect of sleep-for only ruby red waters waited for me behind closed eyes. From where I laid in the bed, I could see Jeremiah. First, his blonde hair. Then his gaunt face. Then those black black eyes. Then his thin, thin body. His missing arm. His mangled legs. His torso with holes in them.
And his eyes would fasten onto mine.
I was frightened at first. I screamed at first. I tried to talk to him at first.
Nothing.
He would only look at me with those black eyes of his. Too far away to touch; yet too close to ignore. He never once tried to connect. He only stood and looked at me.
He watched me with those black eyes as I grew the curves of a woman.
He watched me with those black eyes as I agreed to become a bride.
He watched me with those black eyes as I promised in sickness and in health. He was a faint slip of a mangled corpse among those who attended nupitals -- a corpse that only I could see.
He watched me with those black eyes as I brought forth four children.
I named my first son, a blonde haired slip of a boy, Jeremiah. And even though he would stand by his cradle -- something he never did with my others -- I still got no response from the boy I had played with on the banks of Caddo Lake.
He watched as I lost my husband at a young age.
He watched as my children grew into their own and married well.
He watched as my children have died before I have.
He watched as I have grown old and frail -- no longer a brave girl on the bayou.
And now as I lay in my bed, he has come closer than ever to me, and I am not yet afraid.
I remember that day on the lake.
The afternoon that he went from Cradle Grove to Gator Grave.
What I never told the others was that we had been playing the games that children often play. and my very last words to him had been --
> I dare you to swim to the middle of Gator Grave
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[ wp ] His mother has just died , he has discovered that his wife has been cheating on him with his best friend , his dog was run over just days ago and now you have to fire him . 'Clark Kent , can I see you in my office '
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'Yes Sir?' he replied
'I need to talk to you about something, something....' hesitantly he continued,'rather life changing for you, perhaps more than what has happened in recent events.' White explained.
Clark must've know something was off, he was shaking and sweating. First time in all his time here. He was even cracking his knuckles.
'The Daily Planet is going through some team changes. Your part of the change. I'm afraid we have to let you go.'
White looked genuinely sad... and he should. Clark was the one who got all the good angles, all the photos, all the information, all about Superman. He was so key to the company, just not enough to keep on.
Clark started tapping his feet, clearly nervous. For some reason every time his reflective night sky black shoes hit the floor, some dust would fall from the ceiling and land on both their heads and the mahjong table. He exhaled and the papers on the table flew up into the man who was changing Clark's life.
'But Sir... you ca n't! I need this job. I need to buy a house. I need to cremate my childhood best friend!' I beg you Sir! PLEASE let me keep my job!' Clark pleaded.
'I'm sorry Clark but it's not my choice. Higher powers have a hold on me, it's not my call.' White replied,'look, here's a cheque, it should last you long enough to find a new job.'
He felt like his heart had been ripped out. Not just because of the job; but because of his girlfriend too. It was too much, even for Clark Kent. A single tear rolled down his cheek and his tear was falling in slow motion but it was not supposed to be. It should've gone by faster, everything should've. His problems should've been gone too but they had n't.
After what seemed like 2 lifetimes he finally found he strength to talk just 15 words'okay, I understand Sir. I'll get my things and leave. Thank you for the opportunity.'
Everyone was sad. Actually they were n't sad, you'd be sad if you missed your bus or your food was just a bit too cold. If you lost a companion, a best friend or a family member, what would you feel? Anger? Frustration? Depression? Sorrow? What about if the man in front of you was like all three? There is n't a word to describe it, so no one felt anything explainable or talked. The bustling conversations and phone calls had long since stopped and an eerie silence had descended on the room. Clark had gathered his belongings and walked to the exit where he looked back one more time. A half hearted smile took over his face.
'Good luck Mr. Kent. You'll need it,' a voice whispered from the back of the room.
With that he left the room and the building. But the boss was wrong... Superman does n't need luck.
EDIT: if the ending is unsatisfactory, let me know, I'll change it. Thank you
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[ WP ] Humans finally make contact with an alien species . When they first meet us however their opening line is : `` Hey , long time no see guys ! ''
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It was supposed to be a great day. All over the world big screens were installed at public places for the masses to witness humanitys first contact with an alien race in the year 2018.
People gathered at these places or were watching from home and they all were celebrating. What a great step in the history of the humans.
The scientist Walther, who was responsible for the talks, would connect the call made from the aliens in several seconds.
Everyone was exited. What would the aliens look like? Where they technological superior? Were their intentions peaceful or malicious.
The call connected and everyone stared at the screens.
Only to be complety baffled and remain in silence for almost a half minute.
Elvis Presley and Napoleon Bonaparte were looking from the screen on the masses.
`` Hey, long time no see guys! Good to see you are still alive''
Walther was the first to break out of his confusion.
`` You two are supposed to be dead. One of you died on the shithouse and the other one on a remote island.''
`` Ah that. We had to fake our deaths because you humans are so shortlived. Our race is able to live several thousands years while most of you perish after 80 years or so. Anyway we are quite surprised that you havent bombed yourselfs back to the stoneage yet. We tought we saw the pinnacle of the stupidity and ignorance of humanity after the second worldwar and the cold war. We left in 1989 shortly before the Sowjetunion fell. Our scientist expected them to fire everything they had before they fall or the west taking the opportunity to start a attack on their weakened foe.''
`` Yeah, humanity learned from the mistakes of the past and.....''
`` You guys are still doing everything to repeat them anyway. The most powerful country on earth just recently elected a sociopathic maniac. Demagogues all over this planet are taking over power by feeding the fears of the people. And you are stupid enough to believe them. You elect people who lie and enslave you. You accept that your freedom is slowly stripped away from you and dont care as long you get the newest Iphone or can show everyone how your food looks like.''
The crowds started chattering and whispering. That wasnt what they have expected.
`` Our race have been trying to guide you for almost 3000 Years. And everytime you have achieved something you seek to destroy it immediately. Our wise ones think that your race havent matured enough and you need more guidance. Dont worry, we got the perfect guy for this job.
Elvis turned around.
`` Hey Big J, up for another trip to earth?
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[ EU ] You 're officially part of the X-Men , but the way you discovered your powers was ... unusual
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I met a Mabel at a bar, she was a traveler, came in with the circus to perform. I watched her act and she invited me over after her show so I went to visit with her.
`` I asked about how you discovered your powers, not losing your virginity.''
Look kid, just shut up if you want me to tell ya. She was n't my first. Fine I'll skip that part, you're too young anyway.
`` Thanks.'' Jubilee said rolling her eyes.
We were asleep, tired from...
`` Ya, I got it.''
Fine. Jealous friendzoner finds us.
`` Ugh, if they would just get it.''
They want to, that's the problem. Dude is fuming because it's not him. He jumps on me and slits my throat.
``...''
Yea, bub was nuts. I got in a lot of bar fights and fought a lot, I had n't been stabbed or shot yet. Though that could explain a few blackouts. I'm sober this time, and I tried to fight but was stumbled, I took the knife from him as did. She pulled out a gun but could n't pull the trigger. He took the gun and shot me in the head.
`` Did you die?'' asked Jubilee, seriously.
I think the line for death is one you ca n't come back from.
`` Jean says you can come back from death, but never the same.''
Whatever, I'll accept it, because I was hell bent on murdering that fool when I woke up naked in a pile of trash. Those circus clowns dumped my body with the rest of their crap in the woods. I came back to beat them down and that's when I met the xmen.
`` Oh this is when they beat you up when they thought you were one of his henchmen dressed like a trapeze artist?''
Cyclops tell the story? He mention the part I knocked him out?
`` No. He said you ran away after he shot you.''
He's a punk, of course he would. I found that stupid suit in the trash. I had a rep to keep and that thing had a mask. I got back there and they were fighting already. I cornered Mastermind and he had Mabel. I did n't know who he was, or his henchmen or the X-Men. No one knew me either, so he convinced them I was a freak.
*Gasp* `` Do n't use that word.''
He called them that, not me. It was the name of his group. How do you think the name got a bad rep. He ran off and the **freaks** attacked the xmen. I ran after him for a bit, rounded a corner of a food truck and took a sucker punch from beast.
*Jubilee laughs*
Yea laugh it up kid. Beast knocked the hell out of me, but he did n't know my power either as he left himself defenseless. I thought I killed him when I hit him back. He doubled over. Now, I was angry, and I tried to leave scott alone. I ran for the door of a tent, but that jackass shot me. Dumbass really is blind. He started shooting where movement had been on the other side of the tent, trailing me. Easy to know his location. I ripped through the tent and decked him.
*Logan smiled. * That still feels good.
I ran on and found the mastermind with jean. Jean had him held up with her powers. I tried to explain I was not part of it, but wearing the damn leotard convinced them I was with him. I just wanted to kick his ass. Jean, could n't read my mind because she was fending off masterminds tricks. Ice man had finished with the other freaks and shot me with a damn Popsicle. He tried to encase me in ice, but I broke out. He shot with me with a sharp popsicle this time.
`` An icicle?''
Whatever the stupid name is y'all wan na call it. I ran at him and he slipped on the icy ground he made. I'm just saying, by the time I got to him I was really mad. So, yea, I hit him pretty hard, and I'm sorry for that. I did n't know he was a cool dude. If I could change it, I would have hit Scott that hard and gave Iceman a fist bump. He did encase himself in ice, so he survived. But that caused jean to worry more about me.
`` i know this part. Jean charms you.'' *Jubilee winks* `` Yea I can see it. It's no secret''
*Logan sighs*. She used her power on me and lifts me in the air and reads my mind. Mastermind breaks free from her weakened powers and attacks her. I was flooded with her thoughts, or memories or something I do n't know what all I saw. I've felt a connection with her ever since that moment. I held her in my arms as beast and cyclops came up. Cyclops threatened to kill me if I did n't let her go, but she was able to speak enough to tell them she read my mind and I was after him too.
Mabel had ran to safety while Jean held mastermind during our fight. When he saw the rest of the team join he escaped, and they needed healing from their injuries. They would n't let me off the hook without questioning. I joined the team after that to make amends and kinda stuck around.
`` X-Men versus the wolverine. Wish I could be there for that.''
You would n't stand a chance.
`` I meant to see you fighting in that leotard.''
No chance of that either.
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[ CW ] Write a story about a character , but only directly mention him/her once .
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Joseph was born November 7th 1975 in Gulf Port Mississippi.
Mutilated cats and dogs started showing up on the streets in 1981, and did n't stopped until 8 years laters. A string of random murders puzzled the Gulf Port police in the 1990s, and remain unsolved to this day.
A traffic accident on High Way 71 in the summer of 2001 claim the lives of 5 people. A 30 years old single mother and 2 kids in a SUV collided head on with a pick up truck driven by a local 26 years old man. An unidentified female was found in the back of the pick up truck. All presumed died on scene.
The number of homicides dropped to record lows in Gulf Port for 2002. Police Chief Samson credit the drop to increase funding and greater community outreach.
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[ WP ] Reboot the Air Bud series of movies with a dark , gritty origin story .
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Buddy first shows up in 1997. A young boy named Josh Fram adopts him, takes the dog into his home. No records or information prior to 1997. Only rumors, hints, a hearty trail of bodies and gore.
Staring at the myriad notes, papers, phone call transcriptions, mutli-colored post-its, bounty-hunter Rick Gomez started to feel another head-ache coming on. How long had he been standing here? An hour? Two?
He popped a couple Advil, lit a cigarette, and sat down, rubbing his temples.
There was more. He could prove nothing and could only speculate beyond this point, but he knew there was more. Some unseen force at work here. Some central piece that he had no quite put into place yet.
Sure, Buddy the lovable Golden Retriever could play basketball had won over the hearts of thousands of Americans. But that wasn ’ t the only thing Buddy could do. Buddy could kill. In fact, He had been trained to kill, and he had been the top of his class.
Buddy doesn ’ t pop up in the states until ‘ 97, at least on paper. Apparently he may have belonged to an abusive owner before falling into the company of the seemingly innocent Josh Fram.
But Buddy was somewhere before that. The Soviets had conducted many tests with experimental weapons – animals, even. Since the demise of Communist Russia, all this and more had come to light. Naturally, some of those weapons were never recovered.
Some of them disappeared entirely.
Gomez recalled the interview with the ex-Soviet Lieutenant, who claimed that some of these programs were more successful than others. Some surpassed everyone ’ s expectations. He went on at length ( no doubt inspired by the fifth or two of vodka he had in him ) about the success of a particular program involving dogs for covert missions – anything from delivering a poisoned package, to setting up and detonation explosives. One specimen in particular had excelled, exponentially superior to this classmates – all the finest, rarest, most flawless individuals of their species.
A specimen that went missing shortly after the fall of the U.S.S.R.
A dog known as K-927.
After that, nothing. At least for a short while.
No one really makes a big deal out of an animal attack. It might catch a bit of media attention, and it sure isn ’ t common for a wolf or a wolf-like animal to kill a man for no apparent reason, but no one makes the connections when they start happening more often.
Some local news jockey might make a passing comment about the rise of an overall trend, but no one puts it together the way they would if they saw them as murders.
They are murders.
Who are you, Air Bud? Where did you come from? Funny, how those attacks stared happening all over the West Coast after the disappearance of K-927. Even more funny how many attacks increased within a twenty mile radius of the Fram ’ s residence once Buddy found his new home.
Realizing that his cigarette had gone out, Rick Gomez lit another, stood up again, and went back to staring at the board.
In the center he had a picture of Buddy, the cute dog that everyone loved. But Gomez saw something else in those eyes, something twisted and demented.
He had been in this business long enough to know the eyes of a killer.
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[ WP ] You are a very powerful wizard with a problem : every time you cast a spell , you summon a cinnamon roll .
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*From the memoirs of Alexis Greybeard the Ultimate*
Prologue: `` Why I developed a self casting spell to annihilate two cinnamon rolls out of existance.''
It's very simple. I have a magical control problem. Whenever I cast a spell, there's enough mana leak that a cinnamon roll appears. I ca n't eat them all, they attract rodents, and selling them would crash the local economy.
What to do?
Well, you could destroy it with magic. Which is a spell. Which summons another one. I spent much time writing far and wide for solutions, but one day it hit me.
Why not a spell to annihilate two cinnamon rolls out of existance?
It took refinement. There had to be a delay between casting and effect. I got bored of casting it, so I placed it in a self sustaining triggered loop. Eventually, I had it down. I would cast a spell, the roll would appear, triggering my second spell, triggering the second roll and then they would cease to exist with a small pop.
I could live with the pop.
Slightly annoying, but do you have any idea how unstable a triple mana flux triggered arrangement is? Of course not. Now, with that out of the way, we can have the rest of the memoirs proceed in peace, without asking why I published a scroll of cinnamon annhilation, why I smell faintly of cinnamon, or why my spells go'pop'.
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[ CW ] Janny Breaks on Through to the Other Side
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`` Come on!'' Bishop yelled back toward Janny. Janny stumbled on the loose rocks, trying desperately to keep up with Bishop. He could hear the rumble of multiple sets of feet ascending the slope behind them. Screeches and growls accompanied the footsteps, the noises growing louder by the moment. They were catching.
`` I ca n't keep up!'' Janny shouted over the noises behind him toward Bishop. Bishop halted, turning to face Janny. His eyes were bloodshot, and edgy; for the first time since starting this journey Janny could see real fear in his eyes.
`` Keep up or die. I ca n't carry you through this,'' Bishop said and turned back up the slope and began running again.
Janny blinked his eyes. Struck motionless by Bishop's words he stood for a moment more, and then the sounds that meant only a slow painful death echoed up behind him. Janny set to moving. His feet pounded painfully on the sharp edges of broken rocks, but he gritted his teeth and pushed forward. He pulled up alongside Bishop, looked toward him meeting his eyes. Bishop smiled and nodded.
The precipice of the large slope was finally in sight, but the sounds were relentless. The beasts were close behind them. They increased their speed. Their legs pumped against the pain and against the ground.
Ahead of them the PAWN floated around whimsically, making small puttering noises. Janny's pace increased as he saw it. It was their savior. Janny broke into a smile as he saw the dreamy expression on its face. If it could be called a face. It was disproportional and ugly, with a large nose and very tiny eyes. Dark green spots that resembled moss marred most of its face and form, and as Janny approached faster and faster he could see that the moss-like spots moved about the whole of the PAWN, making its form quiver.
`` Do n't slow down yet! We're almost there! Move!'' Bishop shouted above the now deafening shrieks and pounding behind them.
The PAWN finally saw them and its beady little eyes flashed with glee. The large grin became a full open mouth gape that only vaguely resembled a smile. The gape grew and grew as they approached, until they were within twenty feet of the PAWN and a silvery light outlined the gape, a portal large enough for a grown man was formed and stabilized. The PAWN's whole body had gone to making that portal, and Janny would not disappoint the ugly little bastard.
`` Jump!'' Bishop yelled as they came toward the portal. Janny gave one last gigantic push and he was flying through the air. The screams and growls were filling his ears now. A claw raked down his leg. A fist hit his ear. Long, fingers wrapped around his shoulders, digging deep grooves into his flesh. Janny felt the coldness of the portal embrace him. He felt the suction of the vortex that would transport him to his next location and then he was hurtling through space and time itself.
The hands on his shoulders tightened as they flew into the portal. They pulled with all their might, flipping Janny over in the middle of the transportation. His eyesight was distorted by the portal as the beast on top of him lunged for his face and neck. All he could see were a tangle of gnarled teeth that dug into his arm.
Then they were through. Janny shot out of the portal with the thing still bearing down on him. The ground that he landed on was soft, squishy even. As the beast pressed its full weight on him, Janny sank into the ground.
Janny could n't get it off of him. He could barely delay the monster from tearing into his face and neck. His arm was bloody, torn to shreds by the monstrosity on top of him. The pain made it hard to think, hard to move, hard to breathe. This was it. He had made it so far and he would be killed by a beast from another dimension.
Thunder boomed and the monster was distracted for a moment. Janny smashed his fist into the beast's snout, knocking it off of him. He curled around his tattered arm. White bone was exposed and much of the flesh had been raked away by the scrambling demon. In front of him the monster regained its composure. It stood and glared at Janny with unadulterated hate. It crouched, its muscles tensing under its mottled gray fur, hind legs rearing for an attack.
It leaped toward Janny, letting loose a shout that would send shivers through the most brave being. Janny was still curled around his hemorrhaging arm; A pool of blood forming around him slowly. The thunder boomed again. Janny heard a scream of pain. He looked up. The monster was reeling backwards, a plume of smoke rising from its fur. A drop of rain smacked Janny directly in the middle of his forehead; he turned his eyes skyward and there he saw a turbulent cloud wrapping around itself angrily. The wind picked up and another drop landed on his shoulder, then his knee, then his leg, and then a full-fledged rain shower.
It was as if a waterfall was exploding from the very sky. In an instant he was soaked through his clothes, and gasping for breath underneath the wet mat that his hair had become. With a hand he parted the soaked locks and peered toward his enemy. Smoke exploded from its fur as the rain pounded down on it. The blade-like claws that had just scored his arm tore at its fur for relief. It found none.
Janny watched in a mixture of disgust and amazement. The thing tore a piece of flesh from its flank. The rain was eating away at its fur allowing Janny to glimpse angry red burns across its pale flesh. In a few seconds its limbs began to dissolve. Its left arm went first, the rain ate through it at the shoulder, the writhing of the creature only making the process accelerate. The left arm fell to the rain soaked ground with a soft *splat*. Then it was the right leg, and then its right arm; it continued for nearly a minute until the monster was reduced to nothing. The only remnants of its existence was a small plume of smoke that rose lazily from the place where it stood, only to be dashed away by the wind.
Janny simply sat through this, watching the thing that had almost claimed his life wither and die in horrible pain. The horrible display tore at him and tears began to mix with the rain that soaked his cheeks before long.
The downpour let up to a light drizzle, and Janny stood. Bishop was nowhere to be found; Janny expected this. Bishop would be back when he wanted to be. After a quick check of the surroundings, Janny knew that the portal was gone, most likely never to open up again, and the he was in a large field with incredibly spongy soil. His feet sank as he walked like mud.
As he walked through the field and through the rain, Janny glanced down at his arm. It was complete healed, and only a light smattering of scars could be seen. Before his eyes even the scars began to fade. Again he shrugged. If the rain could kill a monster, then why could n't it magically heal wounds. He continued on.
Again he stopped, near the end of the field. It opened onto a road that stretched flatly for about a mile and then turned sharply down a hill. Down the road a large sign stated: **Empress City: 3 miles**. A familiar smell wafted through the air. Janny's nose wrinkled. He looked around for the source of the smell, but there was none. He raised his face to the sky again, scrutinizing the clouds. He opened his mouth and let the drops of the rain fall into his mouth. A laugh exploded from his mouth as he gasped and choked on the rain.
`` It tastes like chicken!'' He laughed with child-like mirth as he took his first step onto this new road that would take him to his next destination.
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[ WP ] In your first year of school , a man sent from an agency asks you , `` What do you want to be when you grow up ? '' Your answer is what you MUST become when you grow up .
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`` You have twenty years.'' One of the men dressed in a dark black suit said.
They all looked the same, simple black suits with shaved heads and a dark pair of shades covering their faces. I was in a high school office, it was my last year and I have thought I have seen every room in the building yet this dreadful place was something new to me. I sat on the table across from the man speaking, a variety of other `` guards'' standing all around the perimeter of the close to empty room.
`` It says here you wanted to be an astronaut...'' Said the male speaker, carefully looking over a clean white document. `` A difficult choice for most, we warned you. You remember do n't you?''
Yes, I did. It was my very first year of school when my newly developed mind was exposed to this toxic question.
`` What do you want to be when you grow up?''
I guess I thought nothing of it at first and shouted out the word that I would live to fear, our class was learning about planets and I was overly interested in this subject for most of that year.
`` Are you sure? Becoming an astronaut may prove challenging.'' The man much like the men in the room said to me as he crouched beside me while I played with some toys provided by our school.
`` Astronaut!'' Younger me blurted out with enthusiasm, stupid.
He wrote onto the piece of paper every time I spoke before bringing it to my parents nearby to have them sign it with a black ballpoint pen, I've always wondered why tears filled their eyes as I happily talked about my `` dream job'' for the rest of the night.
`` One-hundred people are picked inside of the United States each year for their bounded job, your family is one of the chained participants due to a previous violation committed by a woman in your past ménage. This means you may *not* speak about this to anybody other than registered agents.''
I sat in fear, I knew how hard it was going to be. I was a lazy boy, a chubby man with little friends and my favorite television show recorded so I can watch without problems.
One of the agents handed me a list of the things I may or may not do regarding my bounded job. At the very bottom of the page and piece of writing was highlighted within a paragraph,
`` Violation of the rules listed above will result in termination.''
The sentence made my guts churn inside of me, a set of words I would remember for nearly every night beyond that.
After letting me read over the document one of the dressed men walked over towards me and pulled out a syringe, swiftly jabbing it into the side of my neck and pulling it out with ease. It was obvious this was n't the first time he had done this.
`` We will be able to track you with this, so do n't think we do n't have our eyes on you.''
After some more talking and signing the man concluded this meeting and wished me good luck with my journey, noting that they will always be watching me very closely.
It was my first time inside of my college, the quite cute girl at the front desk handed me a piece of paper with a smile and asked me to fill it out within a week, but I was n't focused on how attractive this girl was. I had come to sense them, they became easy to spot. Sitting across the lobby was an armed agent pretending to read a magazine, but I was n't permitted to talk to him in public.
Inside of my dorm room I decided to check out the form I was expected to complete. The first question only brought pain,
`` Which classes are you interested in the most?''
I've done my research tenfold, I filled out the first question. An answer that would soon decide my fate. But was throwing my entire life at something I hated worth my life? I pondered for a long while before taking the eraser of my pencil and once again filling out the first question, except this time I would write completely different options.
( Eh, I do n't know. It's pretty rushed and I have n't had my coffee yet so I apologize if it's not amazing. And I'm not a great writer to begin with. )
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[ WP ] You 're an ancient Greek man coming home from 4 months of war to find your wife 3 months pregnant . Now you 've embarked on a solemn quest : to punch Zeus in the face .
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`` So you are telling me that this is Zeus child?'' Zavius said questioningly.
`` Yes my love!'' Elene cried desperately `` I would never defile your love for me willingly! This is a trial the gods have thrusted upon me. I mean us.'' So while i fought with my life, for my country, for my family. You could not even protect our own home!''
My love it was a GOD, the GOD. What could I do!'' Elene yelled
`` You could resist. You could fight as I have!'' Zavius returned
`` It was impossible, he was too strong, too alluring. I could not fight him, I was weak.
`` Then I shall take to him a fight that he will regret.''
`` ZEUS! YOU DARE DEFILE MY FAMILY. WHILE I FIGHT FOR OUR COUNTRY. WHILE I SHOW MY DEVOTION TO YOU AND THE OTHER GODS BY PUTTING MY OWN LIFE ON THE LINE.'' Zavius screamed
`` You know not who you talk to child. I am the king, I. AM. A. GOD. You fight because I will it. You die because I will it, you LIVE because I will it. Make no mistake boy, I do not ask, I take.'' spoke Zeus
And you make no mistake `` Lord'' Zeus. I fight because I will it. And I have lived because I have fought, I have killed and I have survived. I STILL survived not by the will of the gods, but by my own will, by my own STRENGTH. And I will show you the extent of that strength.'' Zavius countered
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[ WP ] When something is created ( humans , fire , lotion , etc . ) , a god is born to reign over its domain . You are the god of what most consider to be a completely mundane object but , somehow , you are becoming the most feared .
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I may not be fancy, I may not be shiny, but me damn it, you're going to fear me!
You all know him, Mister `` I'm the god of air, respect me'' Eole. Ca n't breath without me, ca n't talk without me, blah blah blah...
You've guessed it, it's my big boss. And I never came close to even BE in his vicinity.
Oh, I'm not one of his favored pawns. Like the Oxy siamese ( having quite a passionate relationship with the God of Fire, do n't want to talk about it ). Actualy, I'm so more closer to the humans that even YOU disregard and silently hate me.
But you're going to regret it.
Bitter? Aye, maybe. I'm old like one of your grandpa. You know what they say about old folks: the longer, the nastier. And I'm going to make things god damn nasty, trust me!
I'm not going to leave you, I'm fine with you! You wo n't control my avatars anymore, they will stay with you! Ooooooh I know how you think. You'll be pleased at first! The dog wo n't be guilty anymore!
And then everything will change.
Because I'll control you now. I'll control your life and social death!
Behold the power of the God of Farts.
*fistbump hydrogen sulfide henchman
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[ WP ] Earth finds itself caught between two warring interplanetary empires , vastly more powerful than humanity can contend with . Both sides have offered an alliance , provided we aid them in fighting their enemy .
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It all started two years ago.
We first learned of the war when a Alien Spaceship crashed in Tibet, there was chaos.
People were sure the end of the world was coming...
All of the top scientists in the world joined together to research. To observe. It was there duty to make us, the Denizens of the Earth feel safe.
But little did we know this was just the start. Its not a day unless swarms of `` Buggers'' crash.
We named them Buggers due to there bug like proportions.
The years have passed, our land is littered in dead bodies, crashed spaceships, our atmosphere filled with the smoke of burning ships.
We need a way out of this.. And last week we saw our opportunity
`` Sir, the embassy is ready for'' The young man said.
`` Have we been able to contact the Alien life?'' I respond with obvious concern.
`` It is not my place to tell you sir.'' He said ask he whisked out of the room.
I stood in my office, prepared to make the talk that could destroy our already doomed planet, or save it and enter an age of prospeirty. Hero or Devil... This meeting shall decide.
I walked into the War Room, where my 10 advisors are sitting, all with grim looks on there face.
`` Welcome, Jim.'' My life long friend Alfred said.
`` What is our situation'' I spit out through clenched teeth.
`` The Buggers have agreed to make an Alliance with us.. If we join them in the battle.'' Alfred said.
`` Which side? The Devils or the Angels?'' I ask?
`` Both, sir.. We need to accept one of these alliances our be consumed in the endless hatred of these Alien races.'' Alfred said.
`` Give me time to thi-''
Smoke.. Fire... Coughing, screaming.. I open my eyes to an arachnid looking straight into my eyes, and I see darkness.
The End.
Authors Note- First attempt at a writing prompt so any feedback is greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoyed the read!: )
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[ OT ] psycho_alpaca 's guide on how to funny .
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I feel like the title of the first piece is a little too absolute and negative in its wording ( and I swear I'm not just saying that as somebody refusing to let go of a pipedream of becoming super rich through writing comedy ). I'd say it should probably be rephrased as, **If you're just looking to get rich, there are far easier ways than comedy**. Still, the actual advice itself is very good.
Number 3 is definitely brilliant advice, I truly wish more people would understand this, not just in writing but in just about every area of life.
I myself am something of a videogame nerd, which means when I'm not playing videogames or bitching about them online I'm usually looking up gameplay videos on YouTube to help me decide which game I will purchase next. Now, I like to hear a player commentate his or her gameplay and I enjoy it when a decent joke is thrown into this commentary but....ugh....just about every damn video on YouTube has some annoyingly hyper prick trying to crack people up with every single damn line that comes out of their dumb face, and a *lot* of lines come out of their dumb face.
Any ten seconds of just about any YouTube gaming video plays like.
>'' Oooh what's this? A chest? Ooh a big chest! I like chests! I like big chests! Chesticles! Let's open up the chesticles! Ooh a big sword! Hey baby can I poke my big sword into your giant chest!? Ooh yes I looove big swords being poked into my chesticles!''
It just makes you want to scream at them, `` Not every goddamn second needs to be filled with a'funny' line!''. If you have a sense of humour funny things *will* occur to you, please just wait until they do.
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