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Mountainous heaps of colored metal that rested on round rubber circles scattered the landscape. The day was hot, the wind was..... windy. I can do this, Tim thought. Tim had a good idea | CjI3q |
The progress bar shot up like a rocket as the cat firmware began updating. Fuzzy's tail, now plugged into my computer, swished quickly from side to side. It's clear he wasn't happy about this. I looked back at Fuzzy himself and saw him glaring back at me, silent yet angry purrs exiting his mouth. I heard a high-pitched bing! from the computer and turned to see that a notification had popped up. "C.A.T was successfully upgraded to version 256.3! Please reconnect tail in order to complete the upgrade." the notification read, accompanied by an emoticon of a smiling cat. I detached the tail from the USB port, grabbing it by the base. As I reached out to grab Fuzzy, he seemed to back off, whether it be in fear or anger. He let out a deep growl, looking straight at me with his narrowed, amber eyes. "Come on. Got ta upgrade, kitty." I said to him. I knew he didn't understand. To him, I was probably just saying a bunch of cat words randomly. Scooping him up with one hand, I moved the tail towards Fuzzy's USB port, took a deep breath and then plugged it in. Instantly, Fuzzy began making a loud electronic meow, as he eyes began shining a bright blue colour. He floated out of my hands, into the air and started spinning around like a dreidel, screaming as unknown forces tossed and turned him around the room. I stepped back, grabbing the desk of my PC as the lights started to intensify and Fuzzy became a brownish-white blur. The cyan halation of his eyes glowed brightly across every wall of the room. And then, all of a sudden, everything went white. The only thing I could percieve was the infinite, snowy void that had appeared in front of me and Fuzzy's meow, which had risen in pitch so much it just sounded like a constant buzz. Then, the whiteness began to fade. The familiar wreck that was my room slowly came into view. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Where was Fuzzy? That's when I heard him. A normal meow, like always. But it was one of THOSE meows. The annoying one cats do when they want something from you. If it was in English, it'd probably sound something like "Hey! Gim me food, will ya'?" or "Where's the litterbox at? I need ta' take a fat cat SHIT!" I spun around and saw Fuzzy floating in the air, yowling at me. He was, for some reason beyond all comprehension, flying. What sort of update was this? I grabbed Fuzzy and dropped him back onto the floor, where he started to slowly float up again, still meowing like the spoilt little furball he was. My office chair creaked as I sat down on it and I began to read the "Patch Notes" section of the notification. NEW FEATURES: Cats will now take flight whenever they need something from you, whether it be food, water or even just being let out! Their meow will also quickly increase in loudness if their request is not fulfilled. There is now a 110000 chance that the shit fairy will be hiding in your cat's turds. She will grant you one wish, and only one! FIXES: The "Manx Tail" glitch has been fixed. Cats are now 20 less likely to avoid laser pointers. Toxoplasma Gondii is now only present on ill cats. I leaned back in my chair. At least Fuzzy would make it obvious he wanted something now. So I opened the door and led him downstairs, where all his things would be. He glided past me into the centre of the kitchen. His food tray was there, the litterbox and the backdoor exit. He was a stray, after all. But something was wrong. I didn't know which one he wanted. And the meows were getting louder and louder. They were sounding more like screams now. I ran to the fridge as Fuzzy glided over and began shrieking into my ear. Upon pulling out the milk and shaking it, Fuzzy stopped meowing for a second, sniffed it and then resumed shrieking. I was going to get very tired of this, very quickly. | 3cVS5 |
" WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" screamed the Adversary. "Well, little Damnediel here gets cranky if he doesn't get his succubus milk. They're pretty much the only demon you have that Damnedid is not afraid of. | feew7 |
To whom it may concern: I would like to express my interest in the marine biologist position as I feel I have certain professional qualifications that align with the duties and responsibilities of the job. For a number of years I have worked within the scope of the department of fish and wildlife, carrying out a number of projects for the betterment of the natural ecosystems of our Florida coasts and wetlands. I've worked diligently to deposit a number of cars, busses, and other manmade structures into the waters to provide protected breeding grounds that support the local ecosystems, most notably the endangered coral reef systems that are such an integral part of our ecosystem. A number of my " clients " have accompanied me on these trips and have helped to feed the local fishes and wildlife. I believe that many of these past clients are SCUBA enthusiasts, as they are now swimming with the fishes. While studying the sharks and other fishes of the sea, I've become an expert of chumming the waters and know the right kind of bait to use to attract even the mightiest of great whites. I'm told I also have a number of offshore accounts, which I think has to do with marine biology. I am awaiting your apply. | rL81r |
Once upon a time, in a far away land where the skies would dance, and at nights become ablaze with rainbow flames, a young man by the name of Leonardo stood. To his left there was an intricate box, covered with mysterious ancient looking runes, aglow with wonder and a power known by none. Leonardo looked out of the window of the room he had spent the past three months in to see a great ball of fire hurtling toward him, just barely eyeing a human shape inside. Unexpectedly to the shocked and enthralled Leonardo it crashed through his window, sending glass everywhere, including into his flesh. The fire began trying to engulf his temporary habitat before being sucked into the mysterious box, which had suddenly opened, and was glowing brighter than ever. Within seconds the fire was gone, all that remained was Leonardo, a blackened body, and a box that had just proven its ability to absorb immense power. Leonardo, ever the recluse, chose to investigate the box rather than help the breaker of his window and flesh. He eyed it closely, every crevice, every sharp angle, each flawless edge, all warm in his hands. He began to hear thoughts that were not his own,'open me. Free me.' He moved his hands to two opposite corners of the box and pressed his fingers to them, if not for his mental state he would have been surprised, but instead he pressed his fingers in further, ignoring the blood now seeping from them. The box made a clicking sound and started pulling Leonardo towards it, a magnetic force engulfing him. He began to realize that he wasn't fully in control of his senses or the situation as the box began to warp outward, taking on an indescribable shape, a mess of fire, spikes and an unknown organic matter. The non-box began to slowly envelope Leonardo and bind to him, causing the body nearby to animate. As Leonardo weakened and gave in to the immense power that confronted him the body began to glow, symbols on it much like those from the box, sparking with every color on the spectrum, getting brighter as if bursting from it. The body walked over to Leonardo who lay collapsed on the somehow cold floor, it looked at him and laughed, its voice deep, coarse and inhumane "What fortune befalls you, whelp? " , it said gloatingly. All Leonardo could do in response was gasp, and cough up blood. The body put forward its right hand, now a metallic silver color, looking much like a suit of armor or a machine. Leonardo raised his arm, thinking with ignorant hope that help was about to be given. The body did not help him, its hand began to absorb a red light from Leonardo, and as the light left his body so too did his life. His last sight, a silver automaton that looked like a guardian, but acted as a destroyer. That's all because I suck at writing. | eh0FE |
Chad opened the door, tossed his shoes off to the side, dropped his coffee mug onto the granite kitchen counter and wanted a few minutes to vegetate in front of the television before starting dinner. There, lying on his favorite leather cushion, was one dollar and eighty-five cents. One loonie, Three quarters, and a nickel. He stood there with his head tilted slightly to the left, blinking. That was the third time he found coins on his couch cushion in just as many weeks. Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his eyes and put them back on. Last night was his weekly guild-gaming night and his television, let alone his couch, didn't get any attention at all. Thinking harder, his he started wondering if Julie, his girlfriend, was letting herself into the apartment. Thinking about that, he rubbed his red stubble-laden cheeks. She didn't live close by and worked even further away, why would she come here? They had been dating for almost a year and a half and he knew she was The One, but it felt slightly unnerving that she would enter his place unannounced for reasons unknown. She knew he watched porn on occasion, he wasn't the type of person to hide it. It wasn't something to be ashamed of. It was just a tool to help facilitate self-pleasure when he was alone and aroused. He frowned and his brown eyes darkened. He was not impressed, and as the seconds ticked by his annoyance started turning towards anger. What was she looking for? Drugs? Child porn? Did she think he was cheating on her? Was she cheating on him in his house? Seething, he pulled out his phone and started writing what could be the start of a very big fight. ' What are you doing in my apartment?'His finger went straight for the send button and froze for a moment, hovering. Just outside of his periphery, as he wrote the inflammatory text, a small grey eight-legged spider scaled up the horizontal crack between both cushions up to the top and crawled quickly into the center. It turned around and looked up at Chad. " Stop! Stop it! " He growled and drew in a deep breath. Never before had he been this mad with her, made even worse because he didn't know why he was mad. Well, he did: his privacy had been invaded, but the rational side of him said there had to be a good reason. " Is that not enough? " The quiet but high-pitched voice startling Chad. He looked up and from his phone into his empty living room. " What? " He muttered lowly, the living room was empty. Reflexively, his right leg moved back, ready to be spun around on. He looked over his shoulder into the kitchen, empty, and to his left down the hall leading to the bathroom and his bedroom. " Hello? " He asked. " Who's there? Julie? " It couldn't have been Julie, even with helium that voice was much too high. " Down here, Chad. " The markedly female voice was coming from the living room. He whipped his head around only to see his furniture and nothing else. " W-who are you? Where are you? " The high feminine voice sighed. " Down here. Couch. " Chad looked to the couch, empty. Furrowing his brow, he muttered: " I'm going crazy. " " Down here! " The voice squeaked, starting losing patience. His eyes skimmed the black leather down to the empty cushion - except the far one wasn't quite empty. A small grey spider, no bigger than a dime, sat in the middle with one of its legs partially off it. It went up and down slightly, like a wiggling finger or possibly a wave. Chad's lips parted slightly while his brown eyes went wide. " You didn't just - " He muttered then shook his head. " - no, not possible. " He rubbed his eyes again, only this time wondering if a coworker had slipped something into his afternoon coffee. " Yes. " The voice was coming from the spider. He even saw the tiny mandibles moving back and forth as the spider spoke. Chad went white. " Don't faint. Oh, please don't faint. " The Android fell from Chad's paralyzed hand, thunked against the light stained hard wood and thunked a second time as the phone dropped onto its face. On the couch, the spider visibly winced. " Oh, don't do that..... " " What the hell? " " Sit! " The high-pitched spider exclaimed and scurried off to the side. " Just not on me! " Chad did, noting that he was sitting on his couch because a spider told him to. " Okay. You remember me, right? " The spider asked. " I-I think...I think I'd remember a talking spider. " " So, no. " The spider sighed and nodded - her whole front motioned up and down. " You were going to the bathroom about a month ago. I guess you saw me when you were half asleep. Anyways, I'll introduce myself again. I'm M'rruu'hle, tenth generation of the M'rrria'hle Cluster. My silver line got trapped on an errant wind current and blew me through your window. I had a look around, really liked the place - a nice selection of food - and decided to stay. The coins are my rent payment, but I thought you knew this...I thought it might not be enough. " Chad listened to everything M'rruu'hle said and found it a perfectly reasonable explanation, but was also floating in a strange cloudy, vaguely comforting, place between his (and a talking spider's) apartment and numbness. He shook his head, bringing himself back to reality, and rubbed his eyes. " No. It's enough. " He said still feeling a bit numb and hazy. " I...I thought my girlfriend was coming in while I'm gone. " " Julie? Wonderful lady! Can I make a suggestion though? " M'rruu'hle asked. " Uh, sure. " He said thinking: I'm about to get advice form a spider. A FRICKING TALKING SPIDER! " She does not like that red pasta sauce you make. " " Oh. " " So, uh, now that we have formally met, again, mind if I stay? " She asked. " I'm clean, you know I'm not loud, and, uh, I can make sure you don't have bugs! You human's hate ' em, us spider's love em! " Chad actually started contemplating the Spider's rental request, smirked and let out a chuckle. How do I draw up a rental agreement? He thought and shrugged. " I guess so...just make yourself scarce when Julie's around or I'll have to kill you. " " That I can do! " M'rruu'hle exclaimed happily. " But I have one small request. " " Sure. " " When you leave for a couple days, can you please leave a window open? A girl's got ta eat! " Edit: words | 89xHe |
Coffin Nightmares I've lost track of how long I've been stuck in this box, waiting for someone to come and get me. This coffin is cold, dark, and cramped only a few feet long and wide. It's stuffy and suffocating; I can't stand being awake. I spend most of my time asleep. I've had a long time to think long enough that there's nothing left to think about nothing to keep me awake anymore. In some of my dreams, I'm home again, gardening with my mother: tending to vines and trees that grow higher than the tallest towers of our castle; watching as leaves fall from the sky, riding gentle breezes all the way to the ground; feeling the cool air brush across my face and through my hair as I gaze at the moon. My mother and I pick flowers and cut leaves, collecting alchemical ingredients and pruning the garden in the process. Where needed, we trim branches that are growing too far out and blocking out the light. These dreams tend to last for days on end, until my mother vanishes, and the trees and the castle walls fall away, leaving me standing in a void, staring at the moon. My gaze stays locked on the moon as new walls rise around me; I see windowpanes slide up in front of me, framing the moon. I'm inside the castle now, and without turning to look, I know my mother is standing at a table seven paces behind me, attending to the raw materials for my next lesson. "Magic keeps us safe," she says. "Magic and secrecy." I nod, turning to face her. There's a man lying on the table, bound and gagged, squirming and trying to beg. She stabs him in the chest, and I see blood soak into his clothes and run into small holes in the table, draining into a basin on the floor. As his movements slow, my mother turns her attention to me, and I raise my hand, trying to picture the corpse breaking its bonds and climbing to its feet. The corpse begins to squirm again, and glowing blue runes begin to erupt all over its skin, rippling across its body. With the inhuman strength of the living dead, it rips through its restraints and clambers off the table, landing clumsily on its feet, moaning. It looks at me with clouded eyes that seem to stare through me through the wall behind me through the whole world, and through the next, too and I know that it's waiting for a command. It belongs to me now. It's my servant, my tool, my weapon, and I stare into its empty eyes for what feels like hours. My gaze stays locked in that direction as the dream falls away, and as the corpse sinks out of view, I see my mother behind it. Our gaze meets for a few moments, and there's a look on her face. The expression is subtle, barely different from her usual, cold look, but something about it makes me uncomfortable. I turn away for a second, and when I turn back, she's gone. A quick flash of blinding light sears my eyes, and as my vision adjusts, I see my mother and father standing in a brightly-lit room in the castle, arguing, fighting. The dream is equal parts real and imagined: it happened, but I only heard it as I sat in my room, studying books on alchemy and botany. He's in her face, his imposing stature on display. She shrinks away from him, arms tensed and ready to block a blow prepared for the worst. There's another flash of light, and now I see them passing each other in a castle hall, mute, exchanging only glares. Flash. I'm in the garden with my mother, and she's silent; I know my father's inside the castle, working on some grandiose plan. Flash. They're sitting at the dinner table, staring directly at their food to avoid looking at each other or at me. They're both trying to hide their resentment. They're both failing. The light dims, and the room falls away. The last things to go are my mother and father. Both of them stare at me as they fall out of view. Their eyes are clouded and empty. I see walls rise around me. I've gone back in time to the ceremony. I don't like thinking about the ceremony. The nightmare is quick flashes, scenes cursed moments burned into my brain, frozen in time, and experienced for too long. I endure them, and eventually, they fall away. As with last time, the last things to fall away are my parents. There's a small smile on my father's face, and it chills me to the bone. It's nothing compared to the look on my mother's face. I'm standing in an endless black void, alone, and I can't stop shaking, and this is what I have lived and relived for the past thousand thousand years. | rbbpT |
The days leading up to my 18th birthday were filled with a flurry of excitement. I could barely contain my anticipation, imagining all the possibilities that awaited me when I received my superpower. I had heard stories about people gaining incredible powers such as flight, super strength, and even the ability to control others. On my 18th birthday, my family gathered around me in celebration, eagerly awaiting the moment when I would receive my superpower. When the appointed time came, I held my breath, expecting something amazing. But instead, I was filled with horror. Instead of an impressive power, I was stuck with one that no one else seemed to want: the ability to feel the emotions of everyone around me. I quickly learned that this power was far from a blessing; it was more like a curse. Everywhere I went, I felt the emotions of those around me - sadness, anger, joy, and fear. It overwhelmed me and I was unable to cope. Things got even worse when I realized that I could not turn off this power. I was constantly bombarded with the emotions of those around me, and it made it hard for me to function normally. I soon became a recluse, avoiding contact with other people in order to protect myself from their emotions. It has been years since I received my superpower, and I still have not been able to find a way to cope with its effects. I feel isolated from the world, unable to connect with anyone because of my unwanted power. I wish I could go back in time and be given the power I had dreamed of, but it seems that is an impossible dream. | TD8On |
Temptation is the worst thing in the world. Lets say you are the most powerful man on earth. Lets say you decide to use this power to help people, to make a change. So you go where people are, to the city, where there are always those in need. But then you're told that every time you use that great power you hurt those you love. So then you become careful, become a recluse. Avoid the temptation of giving in to humanity's social nature. And when you have to get groceries, pay the rent, go out to eat, you interact with people little as possible. Go outside, make your order or get your food, pay the cashier, tip the waitress, and go home. No pleasantries, no "how do you dos" or "have a nice days." You seem rude or hateful, but no body knows that you are doing it for their own good. Push them away, because you're a parasite. You try not to play hero, just in case. But every so often those ears of yours, so much greater than everyone else's, hears a scream for help. The cops will never get there in time. The temptation sets in and you give in. You put on some dark clothes and you run with the speed of a bullet and you save the day. You knock out the attacker, tie him up, and call an ambulance for the woman. But you never say word to her. She says thank you but you ignore her and leave her to safety. You swear you will never do it again, but your bleeding heart never lets you keep that promise. Lets say everything goes according to plan until one otherwise average day, while you're eating the same steak in eggs in silence you eat every time you come to this diner, she walks in. She strikes you dead in your tracks. She looks in your direction, your eyes meet, and god damn it, you smile. Every bone in your body aches to get up, say hi, shake her hand. The temptation, the longing for human companionship, is so strong. However then you see the future unfold before your eyes. You see yourself asking her name, asking her out. You see the first date unfold, you walking her to her door. You close your eyes as you see the first kiss, the first night you spend together, you two buy a house out in the country, away from the world and its troubles and living happy together. But then you see her skin starting to pale. Her getting thinner and thinner while you stay the same. No doctor is able to figure out whats wrong with her. Maybe you gave in when some disaster happened, felt the suffering was too great, convinced yourself using your powers one time wouldn't hurt her. Maybe something unavoidable happened like a car crash, and you used your strength to pull her out of the burning car, in her unconscious state she never found out how you two survived. Or maybe you are simply a leech and simply by existing, your love is killing her. No matter the reason, you see her one day at a horribly young age, a withered husk, and it is your fault. So then you get up, leave the money with the bill, and leave. You refuse to look at her as you do, for fear of giving in to that beautiful face. You leave your foolish dreams of living a normal, happy life in that diner. You go home and that night, feeling miserable and alone, you hear sirens, a fire. You hear, ever so far away, a firefighter say that there are people trapped inside. Voices are saying its too dangerous to go inside. So you get up and decide to make yourself useful. You get there in under a minute. You slip past the police barricade and you run into the building. You see a body, limp, trapped under a fallen beam. You throw the beam off of her without effort. You pick up the the person and carry her out of the building. Once you're outside you hand her off to an EMT who puts her in a stretcher. He moves the hair out of her face and to your horror its the girl from the diner. Her eyes gently open and she softly whispers "Its you, that guy from earlier." Quickly as possible you turn and you just run. Police and firemen try to approach you, but you're gone in the blink of an eye. Lets say you run all night. You go to bed early in the morning and cry yourself to sleep. But no matter how miserable you are, you now know you made the right choice. This girl knows you saved her life, but she can never know who you are. You know she is the one too, or at least someone like her. She could make you happy, and maybe for a short time you could make her happy. However, for you happy endings aren't an option. So you decide to leave town tomorrow. Your curse is temptation, but you will deny it. With all your strength, you could protect the world, you withstand temptation, but you will always hurt the one you love, so you will deprive yourself of love, of friendship, of companionship, for all of this is for their own good. | r3Bce |
I woke up feeling rather strange, as if something was missing. It took a few moments to realize that I couldn't see myself. Panic set in as I realized I had somehow become invisible. The first thing that came to mind was to leave my apartment and get some help. I stumbled down the stairs, avoiding other residents, and ventured outside. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice the walking set of clothes that was me. Not knowing what else to do, I stumbled my way to the nearest store, which happened to be Walmart. Making my way through the automatic doors, I felt like a ghost haunting the aisles. Not a single person acknowledged me, an odd sensation to experience. I made my way around the store, keeping an eye out for anyone who could help me. The first hour or so passed in a daze as I explored the store's many sections. I watched customers and employees alike go about their day, behaving as if there wasn't a floating shirt and pants hovering from aisle to aisle. Finally, I decided to approach a Walmart employee hoping they could help. "Excuse me," I said, hovering in front of them invisible. "I need some help, please." They looked around confused, but then their eyes rested where I was. A look of both fear and fascination crossed their face. After a few moments of explaining my situation, the employee finally put the pieces together, telling me I could use the phone at the customer service desk. I made my way there feeling a little relieved. However, as I waited for help, I couldn't help but notice that people were treating the floating items showing no concern for the possibility of theft. Two hours passed in near silence, though it was surreal. Finally, a security guard arrived. After checking to see if I was insane or on drugs, the officer took me to the store manager. The manager listened attentively to my story, explaining that he couldn't see me either but could hear me talking. He took my details and called the police who showed up not long after. In the end, the police helped me find a way to become visible once more. It was one of the strangest experiences of my life, and a great example of how people don't always notice what's right in front of them. | RJvgx |
Have we found anyone today, Jack?" Well, for an omnipotent being you're quite pedantic, aren't you? Besides, why do you say we, when it's ME who has to do all the dirty work." Just a technicality; had you read your bible, you should know that the Lord your God" He puts a smug smile "which means me, is with thee whithersoever thou goest. Wow, that was a mouthful." Still, I do everything while you're just sat there talking to Noah about how to get the best wine. By the way; Noah, you're getting there." Noah winks at me. Fine" says the almighty "I do acknowledge you've been a good servant and I will grant you a wish, anything you desire; it shall be yours." Great, I'd like..." But wait, I'm not over yet. For you to claim your wish, I need of your assistance in getting just one more soul back to the Hades." I knew there was a catch, you always have these little asterisks. You do what you want all the time!" I'm bloody God, my whole purpose in life is to do whatever I want, no wonder they call me The Almighty, I made Morgan Freeman play me, do you need further proof?" You know what, that was a great movie, ask away." So, St Peter has just come and said that a little German just sneaked in and I'll be quite busy today so I need you to catch him, that's all." -What will you be doing that keeps you from helping me catch this guy, because if there's only one, he must be a hard one." If you look at your calendar, you'll notice it's Easter, and you know how my son gets depressed and threatens to kill Judas this time a year, I kmow you'll understand." Yes, children can be hard. So, who is this little bugger?" Have you seen my son?" Yeah, he's going after St. Peter trying to cut his ear off. Anyway, who is he we're talking about?" God tidies up his robes and starts running away Who is he?" I yell Just Adolf Hitler" he replies "Jesus no, remember what you preached about forgiveness" He screams as He disappears into the dstance. I start walking around, trying to figure out where Hitler could possibly be hiding. I then stumble across Moses. Look who's wondering about. How have you been doing?" Oh hi Moses, nice time of the year to remember huh, this Easter" It truly is, my family is setting up a big dinner for everyone to eat, you know, because of tradition..." As Moses spoke, the thought of the Jewish dining; all together, gave me the right clue as to where I should be heading. Moses, this is hard to tell you, but for your own safety you must cancel dinner, please tell everyone in your area to stay safe, quick!" I'm sorry, young lad, no can do, God's protecting us. Why are you saying those things?" The second coming of Hitler sounds like a good reason to me. And God's with Jesus, trying to make him reason again" Ok, that's rather convincing, I'll tell everyone." And if you see any French, tell them as well" I'll try, shalom young soul!" Shalom Moses" I needed to set up a good defence against Der Fuhrer because I know, he's not going alone. Time to dig up my old Russian dictionary, and call a certain Joseph I know. This is going to be intense | wCDNU |
Jason walked into his apartment after a hard day at the office. He kicked off his dress shoes, and draped his coat on the couch, making a mental note to hang it up before he goes to bed. "Mike? You here buddy?" Jason called out for his new roommate but he had gotten no answer. Shrugging to himself he walked through to the kitchen to poor himself a drink. It had been a long day. He poured himself a glass, but as we went to take a sip, Jason lost grip on the glass. It shattered on the floor, breaking the tile as well. "Fuck, there goes my damage deposit." Jason swept up the broken tile and glass, but noticed something odd underneath the tile, it looked like to be a note. Sitting at the table, the note read: "Jason You're being watched. Constantly. You're an experiment and everything has been part of a game. And the game is almost done. I'm sending this letter from the future to the past. Hopefully it reaches you in time. It worked for me, so it should work for you. You have to get rid of Mike. He's the only other player. Be careful. He might have also gotten a letter." Just then, Jason heard the door creak open, and a hesitant voice ask if Jason was home. | CBlVW |
I stared, panting at the sight of her, her smell. She is perfect. She is god. I love her. My legs abandoned all will to continue running. The sun beat on both of us as the last of my sweat fell and quickly dried on the arid concrete beneath us. She caressed my face with surgical precision; not at all the kind of woman one would expect to run a hotdog stand. Easy. "Easy fellow." said the cop who had walked up on us. Shit. Did he know what I was thinking? Had he picked up on the inappropriate nature of this beautiful moment? She looked at me wantingly and then turned to the cop. This was my chance. I lunged at the stand. It collapsed sideways, spilling its contents to the ground. Perfect. I darted between my muse's legs. The officer made an attempt to grab me and missed. His chubby body and short legs couldn't agree and he fell to the ground with his hand only brushing my tail. He would have grabbed it too, ass. I plunder. Four, then five wieners as he struggles to regain footing. By link seven he's up and the race is on. "Come back here!" Two legs, pathetic. I can only grin. Who's a hot dog now? | HmZ01 |
It was the screams that woke me up, oddly enough. Many thousands of tons of jell-o suddenly collapsing on top of a small town should be quite loud. I suppose it was the screams that I heard. The first of many. Suddenly, I was awake, sitting upright in my bed, the covers wrapped around my throat. My bedroom was dark. The room I was in was very small, smaller than most of the rooms I had slept in since leaving my parent's home. I had never liked sleeping in my own room. I kept my bedroom light on, hoping to find the comfort that light might provide. I never found it. At the end of my bed was a window, which was open, but I knew I hadn't opened it. The window was large and could be opened by merely placing a hand on the window sill and giving it a push. I was not a small person, and the window would have been unlikely to open without the help of something more than my hand. It did not move when I sat up, so I knew it was not open. Outside my window was a large tree, and I could make out its branches in the light of the full moon that shone into my room. It was a very large tree. I had often thought about climbing it, and when I had been a child, I had actually tried. I had been successful in climbing about four or five feet, and then my muscles had given out, causing me to fall back to the ground. I was convinced that one day, I would make it all the way to the top. Now, with a full moon shining down on the tree, I could see the trunk. It was a wide, full, beautiful tree, full of life. It was a tree that the townspeople in the area had come to admire. It had won awards for its beauty. It was a tree that had been talked about in the newspaper for years. It was a beautiful tree. I looked at the tree, and then I looked to the window. I knew that if I opened the window, I could easily climb down the tree. The window was just a few feet from the tree, and the distance between it and the ground was only about six feet. If I leaned forward just a bit, I could easily drop the six feet to the ground. I knew I would be safe, and I knew I could climb the tree. I also knew that it was the middle of the night, and I was supposed to be in bed. It was not something I could do without consequences. I wanted to, though. I wanted to climb that tree. I wanted to climb that tree very much. I looked at the window, and then I looked at the tree. I looked back at the window, and then back at the tree. I thought about my actions. I thought about my choices. I thought about my consequences. I thought about how badly I wanted to climb that tree. I thought about how safe I knew it would be. I thought about how easy it would be. I thought about all the good things that would come from my actions. I thought about all the good things I could do. I thought about how happy I could be. I thought about the good things I would be able to do after I climbed that tree. I thought about all of the good things I would have to give up if I did not climb that tree. I thought about all the good things I would be able to do if I did not climb that tree. I thought about how much I wanted to climb that tree. I thought about how easy it would be. I thought about all the good things I would be able to do. I thought about all the good things I would have to give up if I did not climb that tree. I thought about all the good things I would be able to do if I did not climb that tree. I thought about how bad I wanted to climb that tree. I thought about how much I wanted to climb that tree. I thought about how much I wanted to climb that tree. I thought about how much I wanted to climb that tree. I climbed the tree. The tree swayed beneath my weight, but I did not fall. It was easier than I had remembered, and I reached the top in a very short time. I leaned back against the trunk and took in the view. It was a beautiful night, and the stars were shining brightly. The full moon was shining, and the night was clear. The town looked beautiful, and the moon lit up the streets. Suddenly, I heard a noise. It was a very strange noise, and it was very loud. It was the noise of sc | gZ5NJ |
I opened my eyes and looked around the room. MY room. From all those years ago. Posters, bedspread, all of it. Did I really have a huge stuffed bear at that age? I couldn't believe I had finally gotten through to here. My heart was racing and I could hardly breathe. It must be THAT day, it had to be. My hands were shaking. I covered my face with them and was amazed how short my arms were. I was lying there looking at my shaking hands, trying to stop hyperventilating, when daughter came in to wake me up for school. Holy moly, I mean it was my mom! But I realized too late and said "Judy?" In a voice so high-pitched it freaked me out, even though I knew where and when I was. I was in my own body at age 6, in the middle of first grade and not close to 50, no, not even at ALL and it was THAT day, it was THAT DAY..... Suddenly my vision was narrowing and I vomited all over myself and I started to black out. "NOOOO, can't lose it, not NOW!" I think is what I cried. I woke up again, and was relieved to see I was still in my room, covered with a blanket from the living room sofa and wearing a new pajama shirt. My mouth tasted GROSS. I felt too weak to move and managed to croak "Mom?" I repeated it a few times, and she came in with a glass of water and a thermometer. She would be just a little older now than my daughter was in my own time, and I had never appreciated the resemblance. This time I was more prepared and just smiled weakly. I was quiet while mom fussed over me, just watching her amazed at her old Seventies clothes, her long black hair, her face and hands without wrinkles, and her smell the lavender soap she used, I hadn't smelled it in so long, it brought tears to my eyes. She was frowning at the thermometer with her thoughtful expression that I knew so well. She noticed me crying and dropped the thermometer, dried my eyes and held me for a few minutes. "Did I miss school today?" She laughed and said of course I had, I needed to rest and feel better, and soon we'd see if I could keep down some saltines and water. I said I felt tired and she left me to rest for a while, looking at the thermometer again on her way out as though she suspected it was broken. If the theory held, I would be conscious in this node for 12 to 24 hours, then I'd snap back to my anchor point on the timeline. My plan for how to handle the day was thrown completely out the window by my earlier hysterics. But, I realized, this was better. WAY better. (Did I just think that?) Instead of following an elaborate plan, I sidesteped the whole thing by not being at school. Jeez, why didn't I think of that before? So, maybe if I..... Next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor in my PJs surrounded by plastic army men and dinosars and helicopters and pirates. Um..... nobody had anticipated this..... The rest of the day was a series of lucid moments interspersed with blackouts during which my child-self apparently took over. The length of the blackouts increased steadily until I sensed that I was probably in charge for the last time. I immediately ran to my dad and jumped on him and bear-hugged him. He was always very reserved about affection and I know it must have shocked him, but I didn't care. It was now or never. I jumped down, tackled mom's leg while she was washing the dishes, and dashed to my baby sister's playpen to give her a kiss on the head. "What in the world..." was the last thing I heard dad say as I blacked out again. Uck. That feeling in your throat when you've been sleeping heavily and snoring. Lower back stiff. I was back. I had tried to ready myself for this moment too. I controlled my breathing and kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to see anything. I wanted to remember first. Mental discipline, come on, I thought. The memories came slowly. Moving. Growing up. School, friends, crushes, disappointments, successes, career, marriage, house, kids..... What? Nothing had changed. Not one thing. The intervening years had all rolled on just as before. But how could they have? THAT day was the one that had thrown everything off course. It was why we had moved in such a hurry to that crappy town. And everything that had happened after. It had all been my fault, or at least it had happened because of me. I had always known that not right away at that age, but later when I thought about it, I knew it had to be. I thought back as far and as hard as I could. The old memory of the incident was there in the background, like a phantom cancer overlaying what was now just a completely normal time in my life. It was already a dim memory, like a powerful dream that fades slowly. The only thing that really changed, then, was that THAT day had never happened and I never spent hours agonizing over it later in my life. Dad's job moved us there; I had always believed that was a cover story so we wouldn't have to talk about THAT day. So, the company really did move us? To that stupid hick town in the middle of nowhere? On purpose?? I thought that through for a very long time. Including fantasies about going back again and becoming a six-year old assassin and taking out whoever was in charge of that decision. Then I thought how I had wasted my chance on a detail, I should have gone back later, instead, and stopped myself from..... I dwelt on that a long time, but in the end I realized I hadn't wasted it completely. I didn't have to be haunted by the secret shame that I had caused my family to leave behind everybody they knew and set in motion everything that had happened since. Yeah, some bad things had happened to us all and I had made plenty of mistakes over the years, but it wasn't all because of me. It wasn't the fault of a small boy caught in a situation he didn't understand. It wasn't. All. My. Fault. Such a weight I had put on my own shoulders, all those years, and it was never true. I laid my head on my arms. It had been worth it. All of it. I stood up and walked to the closet. I was going to buy some lavender soap and send it to mom today. | qgSPX |
I never thought that I, a mere mortal, could ever stand a chance with the girl of my dreams. Her name was Lilith, and she was the embodiment of everything good in this world. She was smart, kind, and beautiful. But little did I know, her father was Satan himself. At first, I thought it was just a joke. Lilith never mentioned her father to me before, so I didn't think much of it when we first met. But as time went by, I started to notice strange things happening around us. I would often feel a cold chill down my spine whenever we were alone, like someone was watching us. It wasn't until one day, when I saw him for the first time. He was standing at the end of the hallway, staring straight at me with his piercing red eyes. I knew then that this was no joke. Lilith's father was overprotective, to say the least. He would always keep her under his watchful eye, never letting her out of his sight. He would ask her every detail about our dates, and I could feel his presence looming over us, even when he wasn't there. But despite all of that, Lilith and I continued to date. We would sneak around and find ways to be together, even if it meant going against her father's wishes. We were in love, and nothing could stop us, not even Satan himself. It was a challenging and dangerous affair, but we made it work. Lilith was worth all the trouble, and I would do anything to keep her by my side. But one night, Lilith's father found out about our relationship. He was furious, and I could feel his wrath emanating from him like a tidal wave. He threatened to hurt me if I ever laid eyes on his daughter again. It was a scary moment, but Lilith stood by my side, defying her father's wishes. She chose me over everything else, including her very own father. It was then that I knew that we were meant to be together, no matter what obstacles we faced. So now, we continue to date, living each moment to the fullest while being mindful of her father's ever-watchful eye. We never know when he'll catch us, but we're determined to keep our love alive, even if it means facing Satan himself. | 1Vrwc |
Deeya likes romantic movies, in the way an elk likes being set on fire. The moment I compare her eyes to sapphires is the moment she tells me, "Well, I guess that's what we get for living with you." Seriously, if someone offers to put out my fire, they better damn well be a hot chick or else they're not getting their money back! | 4j8Qh |
The sun was setting, casting a beautiful orange hue over the lake. I had been coming to this spot since I was a child, and now, as an adult, it still took my breath away. I felt so at peace here, and I wanted to bottle up that feeling and bring it home with me. I took out my fishing rod and cast my line into the water, hoping to catch a big one. Just then, something tugged on the line. I was so excited - maybe this was the moment I'd finally get a record-breaking fish! I pulled back on the rod with all my strength and after a few minutes of tugging, a large fish jumped out of the water. I gasped in amazement, but my joy quickly turned to shock as I realized what kind of fish it was. It was not a regular fish, but a giant sea creature with a long, white beard and a deep voice. He said to me, "Ah hello there, young lad, why are you fishing in these waters?" I shook with fear, but somehow managed to keep my composure and answered, "I'm just out for a bit of fun. Fishing is my favorite hobby." The giant sea creature smiled and said, "Well, I'm sure you'll have lots of fun, but I must warn you: You can't keep what you catch here. Anything caught in these waters will disappear as soon as you try to take it away. That's my rule; no exceptions." I thanked him for the warning and went home, disappointed but safe. As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help but think about the lie I told when I was talking to the giant sea creature. What was it? The lie was that fishing was my favorite hobby. In reality, I was much more interested in exploring the outdoors. | cbo6M |
Whoever said death is inevitable never met me. Life is the only thing I can seem to count on in this world. She called me out of nowhere today. She's sure got a good sense of humor, but she also has an amazing ability to get under my skin and make me feel like shit. She made it sound as though her very presence was something bad which immediately put me in a foul mood all day (which isn't how I usually am). To top that off, I had to be at work early. That pissed me off even more for some reason! What kind of asshole makes someone go to work before they're ready? Oh wait...that would be ME! Yup, there goes a ton of money again. The last time we were together, I spent 500 bucks on the entire weekend. I'm trying hard not to do that again. And no matter what, I won't leave anyone else with any unpaid bills when I move away from here next year!! My friend Matt says if you don't have anything nice to say about someone, then don't say anything at all. Seems like he's right to me since nothing positive should come out of spending so much goddamn money on people who hate your guts! But maybe I just need better company...or more money.; Donna seems like such a sweet girl compared to most people around her. Maybe I shouldn't judge too quickly after two weeks. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!? Anyway, I've gotta end this post now or the boss man will see it and wonder why I haven't been working lately. I know he wouldn't appreciate getting yelled at by his secretary while reading the newspaper outside during lunch hour either. He's not a big fan of me doing that anyway because "it looks unprofessional." Yeah, well I think listening to music through my headphones instead of singing along to my favorite songs is far less professional! I guess I'll start writing another one later tonight once we finish up dinner. It was vegan lasagna tonight and boy did I enjoy every bite! Mmmm....yummmmyyy!!! | NCQ4A |
As she set the groceries down on the counter she noticed a note from her daughter. "Dear Mom," it read. "I'm sorry. I've been hiding something from you for some time. I'm gay." Later, she was watching her favorite TV show and had her grandson on her lap. When the show was over she kissed him good-bye, left the house, and walked into the garage. She sat for a few minutes, then reached over and turned on the car engine. It was the easy way out. "Sometimes it's easier to die than to face the truth," the pastor told a church full of mourners. It was a story of a middle-aged woman who had left a note for her daughter, had kissed her grandson good-bye, and had filled the garage with carbon monoxide. The pastor went on to explain that this woman had been living a lie for years. She had a secret she was ashamed to share. She had an unhealthy relationship with her husband, and when her daughter told her she was gay, the woman was unable to accept the truth. "Sometimes it's easier to die than to face the truth," the pastor said. This story made my stomach turn. I thought, Didn't this woman's daughter deserve more from her mother? But even more than that, I thought, Didn't her grandson deserve to know the truth? I'm not sure what this woman was going through, but I know this: sometimes it's easier to die than to live. Some things in life are just easier to do when no one's watching. But the people who are watching our lives are our children. Our kids are watching us live our lives, and they're learning from what they see. When we tell them to be honest and to tell the truth, but they see us living a lie, they will eventually see the hypocrisy in our lives. And then it becomes easier to do what we want, even if it's not the right thing. If our kids see us taking something that doesn't belong to us, they'll be more likely to do the same. If they see us cheating on tests, they'll be more likely to do the same. And if they see us live a lie, they'll be more likely to do the same. Some things in life are just easier to do when no one's watching. We've seen this play out before, and it won't end anytime soon. When people commit suicide because they've been bullied, it's not just the bullies who are to blame. The parents, teachers, coaches, and pastors are all culpable. We're all to blame. I'm not talking about people who are bullied because they don't dress a certain way or because of their skin color. I'm talking about people who kill themselves because they're told they're gay. I've met a lot of people who have told me that they're gay. I've talked to these people. I've hugged these people. I've prayed with these people. These are not bad people. These are good people. These are people who just happen to be gay. I've also met a lot of people who are gay and don't want to be. I've met people who have tried to pray it away. I've met people who have tried to ignore it. I've met people who have tried to act straight. But no matter what they do, the feelings don't go away. I've also met a lot of people who have tried to pray it away for their children. They are desperate to change their children. They love their children, but they want them to be straight. These parents have done everything they can to get their children to change, but they can't. Their children are who they are. They can't change who their children are. As parents, our job is to love our children. We need to love our children whether they're straight or gay. We need to love them the way they are. I've also met a lot of people who say their children have made a choice. They say, "My child was born straight, but he's choosing to be gay." I understand where they're coming from. They're upset because they feel like their child is turning his back on God. They feel like their child is leaving the faith. But I don't believe that people choose to be gay. There are a | GUagE |
In the beginning it went well enough. A large supercomputer in the central citadel was maintained by rscience, rprogramming, rengineering and others like them who kept their dwellings close to a computer so they could work there most of each day checking for bugs or working on new features that were needed when someone came up with an idea which required researching something about computers (like how do you make tubes stop sounding like vacuum cleaners). This worked out pretty good because as time passed more people moved into homes near computers enabling many different disciplines to gather together sharing ideas whenever necessary without having to go somewhere else everytime someones' brain popped over full from long hours spent staring at pixels blinking across monitors all day while living far away fro everything useful since he lived nowhere but his parents basement where two screens weren't even available let alone four connected ones... But now things are changing again - this is one thing I've noticed these days; everyone wants separate houses no matter what discipline they're affiliated within RSEF anymore! Sure sometimes we had groups live under bridges before too depending upon talents etc.,but usually only if those particular nerds wanted privacy due to fear based paranoia ingrained deep inside their minds stemming back 1000s maybe 10000 years ago regarding other ethnicities lurking around waiting just outside doors ready to strike any moment....that's bad news bears though my friends.....so yes lately our group has been breaking apart and instead gathering in various locations throughout campus looking forward towards ending poverty forever through scienceengineering magic tricks:) | Z50T7 |
Guilty as charged But damn it, it ain't right. There's someone else controlling me, Death in the air, Strapped in the atomic chair, This can't be happening to me. Who made you God to say "I'll take your life from you!" Flash before my eyes, Now it's time to die. Burning in my brain, I can feel the flame. Wait for the sign, To flick the switch of death, It's the beginning of the end. Sweat chilling cold; As I watch death unfold, Consciousness my only friend. My fingers grip with fear, What am I doing here? Flash before my eyes, Now it's time to die, Burning in my brain, I can feel the flame. Someone help me, Oh please, God help me, They're trying to take it all away, I don't want to die. Someone help me, Oh please, God help me They're trying to take it all away, I don't want to die. Time moving slow, The minutes seem like hours. The final curtain all I see, How true is this? Just get it over with, If this is true, just let it be. Wakened by horrid scream, Freed from this frightening dream. Flash before my eyes, Now it's time to die, Burning in my brain, I can feel the flame. | 9gxis |
As I woke up, I could just make out that Ramirez's pod was empty. As I looked around, I saw that the others were empty as well. Strange, that I was the only one who hadn't been woken up by the alarm. I stood up and stretched, taking a look around. It seemed like everyone had just gotten up and left without me. Maybe they wanted to surprise me with something. I walked out into the corridor and looked both ways. There was no sign of anyone. I started walking towards where I thought the mess hall might be, but I quickly got lost. After wandering around for a few minutes, I began to feel a bit worried. I couldn't find anyone, and there was no sign of life anywhere. It was like the ship had been abandoned. | 7jTzP |
"Which one do you want me to explain first?" I asked. I couldn't look past the barrel of Joe's shotgun. "Why the fuck..." bellowed Joe belligerently. " ..am I naked?" I said, as I completed his sentence. "It's Thursday." Joe cocked his shotgun and said "You have three seconds to explain yourself before I blow your head off. " "Look, Stephanie works two jobs. Thursday is her only evening off work. I like to be prepare for that by first..." "Ugh, enough. Why the hell are you in my living room? "he enquired. "I was closing the window blinds when I saw your wife in the bathtub with the water flowing over. Naturally, I wanted to make sure she was alright first, so I just ran here. When I went up, she was already unconscious so I came down here to call the paramedics. That is when you showed up." Joe furrowed his eyebrows. "That still doesn't explain the hole you are standing in" he said, sounding unconvinced. "How does the hole.." Joe started again. Before he could finish his question, his eyes rolled over as a baseball bat swung right into the back of his head with a sickening crunch. Joe crumpled into the hole right beside me. "The hole was for you, you sick bastard" screamed the woman who had been unconscious only a few minutes ago. As I looked at her, utterly confused at the turn of things, she dropped the baseball bat into the hole, picked up the shotgun and looked at me undecidedly. "I guess the hole is big enough" she said. "Wait what the...." BOOM | Ujah0 |
The sunshine was unbearable. In the heat of the desert day he stood in the center of the city park. Looking up, he stared straight into the sun. His eyes burned as he looked down. His shadow reflected, crooked and out of reach. He bent down and gazed upon the the form of himself cast across the concrete. Slowly he reached out and touched the shadow with his fingertips. As he felt along the dark ridges of the ground the shadow crept quietly up his hands. He twitched with anticipation the way a heroin addict gets excited as they wrap their arm. It was time. His shadow absorbed his body, filling it up as he slowly became it. He adjusted his neck and his eyes became dark and blood shot. The veins in his head began to bulge and pulsate ever so rapidly. The time had come. The time to kill. | hmFaV |
Santa wakes up in the morning barely able to get out of bed. He stumbles to the bathroom mirror riddled with self loathing. The small amount money hed gotten didnt Santa wakes up in the morning barely able to get out of bed. He stumbles to the bathroom mirror riddled with self loathing. The small amount money hed gotten didnt help him get out of bed. | NcO5h |
I could tell my parents were itching to go hear another round of the bald guy telling stories about, go figure, a bald guy who was a chemistry geek and made blue drugs or something. They kept reminding my two little brothers that the pirate looking dude was about to begin his next story. But Tim and Eric weren't interested tonight, as they had found a cockroach to play with. My mom looked at me with the "please get them to go" kind of look. They expected me to take them so they could enjoy their favorite storyline from the Time Before without worrying. It was Dad's birthday I guess. So why not give the boys no choice? I walked right in between where they were kneeling and "unknowingly" crunched down on their newly dead pet. They were what the Governor called an infestation, so don't judge. I was just doing my part. After that, since they had nothing else to do, it was easy to convince them to follow me to the town green where all the other kids would be gathered. Out came the one legged pirate man onto the stage to the tune of screaming children. Tim and Eric sat down with their arms crossed. "ARE YA READY KIDS?" "AY AY CAPTAIN!!" yelled everyone except Tim and Eric. "I CAN" T HEAR YOU!" Again the kids cheered. While the pirate moaned a gritty "OOOOOOH," Tim turned to me and legitimately asked me, "Who does live in a pineapple under the sea, and what the heck is a sponge?" | ssveI |
" I just want to be different. Special, you know? I want to be imperfect. I want meaning in my life. It almost makes me want to act out " There is no one-size-fits-all answer to this question, as everyone's journey of self-discovery and meaning is different. However, some steps you can take to explore your unique potential are: 1. Spend time with yourself: Take the time to be alone and to connect with yourself. Explore your interests, values, and goals. 2. Experiment: Try new things and take risks. This will help you discover what you enjoy and who you want to be. 3. Reflect: Think about what you have learned and how it has impacted your life and your perception of yourself. 4. Connect: Reach out to others and build relationships. Ask for advice and feedback from those who know you well. 5. Follow your heart: Listen to your intuition and make decisions based on what feels right to you. | Ujfpx |
As I woke up, I could just make out that Ramirez's pod was empty. As I looked around, I saw that the others were empty as well. Strange, that I would feel relieved by this discovery when we had all been running for our lives less than an hour ago... I let my mind wander through various possibilities of what happened after waking in a strange place with no memory at your side and nothing to go on but whatever you can remember from before being knocked unconscious. A few hours passed until it became apparent how much time has probably elapsed since last seeing each other; I noticed some lactic acid still lingering under the surface even though there weren't any signs of combat or exertion recently (in fact most likely none ever took). There must have only been one battle between us while asleep due to the lack of weariness among ourselves so long after fighting like beasts. It occurred to me then-and also now somewhat ironically considering who is narrating this story-that these are warriors sleeping not because they've taken a break, but rather because something else needed their attention first. When war comes knocking at the door-or worse yet, breaking down its gates unannounced-it's safe to say priorities shift a bit. And if that means having to take care of your own business wherever possible instead of continuing forward into certain doom together and risking losing everything along the way? Well damn right those priorities change! To be honest, thinking back over past experiences where things got hairy made me realize why deep sleepers usually aren't the best company overall: pensive thoughts about the future tend to lead nowhere fast and put people off for good reason. We're moving again soon anyway; the sooner we get going with getting lost in some more wilderness the better. Seeing how I wasn't able to find anything useful inside both pods aside from pocket knives small enough naturally fit into anyone's hand with ease, I decided not bother trying to figure out whose body parts belonged to whom anymore unless asked directly. We'll never know anyway without someone saying which ones belong to them beforehand somewhere convenient. At least everyone seems alive otherwise; that alone gives me hope despite our circumstances. You may choose whether you want to come with me or stay here depending on whether or not you see yourselves making use of either option sometime later given what little information currently exists beyond "the Undying One" right now. Even if the situation isn't necessarily ideal for anyone involved somehow magically finding themselves outside the walls during a siege sounds plausible, especially once one realizes these places don't exactly play host to many visitors. My two immediate choices thus become waiting till nightfall before leaving myself behind based on minimal options available versus staying close to home base hoping against hope that another group will inadvertently stumble upon this desolate wasteland already devoid of life thanks mostly to death itself eventually showing up. Things should work out nicely regardless except perhaps for the unfortunate ones caught in the crossfire. Or maybe fate intends to give those of us left standing a second chance someday. Sooner or later, survival favors those willing to face reality head on. Fortunately, very few folks truly consider themselves fools outrightly preferring instead to simply live ignorantly unaware of what lies ahead. Sometimes ignorance really does keep one safer however grim things might look from afar day after day year after year decade after century centuries endlessly... The odds are always stacked heavily towards the negative end nonetheless leading inexorably onward toward inevitable destruction whereas truth is often stranger than fiction... Reality tends to win every single time unfortunately. In the meantime, who knows, maybe friends old and new alike will discover countless hidden treasures worth far greater value lying buried too deeply beneath layers of sandstone dust encrusted soil ready ferreted away safely unseen deep below ground level by the magical powers granted unto humanity nearly three thousand years previous known today widely referred to commonly as geomancy... But hey, such grandiose notions shall remain naught but idle musings for now. Letting loose several more excruciating grunts containing equal amounts agony mixed with pure relief felt almost immediately following freeing his leg from underneath him atop the wooden structure he lay chained to, Eric finally allowed himself moments of rest letting gravity aid in pulling him free of discomforting bindings causing endless pain throughout practically entire lower half of body he laid draped across tightly grasping onto wood planks using elbows covered entirely in thick blue bandages secured firmly within holes drilled straight through a wide variety of different species found growing abundantly near entrance of cavernous chamber located next to high wall separating ancient subterranean complex from river flowing nearby underground stream occasionally bursting forth violently forming great spray of water visible suspended midair above rushing currents bellowing loudly through rocks adding extra force generating additional pressure decreasing chances of escape prompting desperate struggle tearing apart flesh scabbed red raw staining previously pristine white cotton sheets resting over top mattress exposed earlier revealing faded black blood stains caused partly by wounds sustained prior fight passing unnoticed back then before falling into fragile slumber relishing momentary reprieve surrounded by shadows dancing teasingly behind thin veil cast by moonlight filtering through tall rectangular opening cut into ceiling partior., SofP Pret -05 Chand. 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[ Punch ] (http: en.wikipedia.orgwikiJonestown) That clarity you needed, that moment necessary to pierce the bubbled fantasy of your world, it is full color lucid and needle sharp sticking in there like a red hot poker under your ribs. (http: www. myspace. com macinaw1344) You are not alone. Your mind will be cured with love and acceptance by others who know themselves well enough to care what they see inside them. They do not want to harm or reject another human being because someone told their life story on television today about some fucked up situation where an alien had sucked all his guts out through his nose and into his mouth as he lay naked and helpless while this ghoulish creature was eating him alive for hours without stopping until finally he died from his wounds. That's why we have laws against murder; so people can get away with killing us when they feel bad about something else." "You don't mean you think I'm going insane?" she asked herself aloud again just then, her heart pounding wildly now quickly even harder than before in its transport back home through time which left Jonestown burning bright orange on her retina screens reminding her once more how horrible everything seemed at first but if she could only stay focused long enough throughout these unpleasant hallucinations ... She remembered her words given years ago both by her parents and from her own experiences far too many times however as she tried desperately to fast forward past images of death, pain, suffering and horror to those things that would make sense to her now... "I understand fully," Shanna replied softly almost ashamedly after having found this part of reality disturbing. It did seem very easy for her to forget things since she lived such a sheltered existence most of the year living indoors behind bullet proof glass surrounded entirely by walls made of dense masonry to prevent intruders trying to break down any doors that might lead outside the house except briefly during the summer months when visitors came over often asking questions about just how much fun the adults in town were always talking about playing board games together - and occasionally getting high off of them. Regardless of how her mother used to live though it still didn't really help shed any light onto whether or not she should trust what this young woman spoke to her regarding feelings causing other humans to die horribly. After sitting silently listening carefully to her daughter talk quietly for several minutes waiting patiently for whatever answer Shanna provided her, the old lady nodded slowly accepting the idea of what Shanna was saying coming from within her as she put aside her thoughts calmly telling herself one thing at least. Shanna felt strongly convinced that once she got better no doubt due to treatment offered here that Jonestown did exist somewhere around the corner from her current residence rather than simply being imagination brought upon by lack of sleep caused by the new drugs injected tonight, she wouldn't need to worry anymore concerning losing direction anytime soon... | FV50s |
"Amand, Thomas?" "Cleric." "Another one?" I looked up from the ledger at the paladin lounging in the chair opposite. Anneth was the least paladin-like paladin I'd ever seen, but there was no denying she was one of the best trainers in the entire Empire. Most Paladins, reporting to the headmaster of the Academy would be sitting properly in the chair, not sprawled over it like it was a padded lounger. Most paladins would also be decked out in full regalia as befitting a formal report, not wearing a loose shirt and trousers. And twirling a throwing knife. "So that makes four clerics, two warriors, a thief and a sorcerer. Are any of the graduating class actually Paladins?" "Gaston shows some promise. Good heart, stalwart friend, about as straight an arrow as you can get." "And?" Sigh "And nothing. Nada. Zip. No aura, no spells. Long hours in the chapel, but no sign from the Gals Upstairs" I tried not to wince as Anneth referred to the Five in such a flippant manner. She was a devotee of The Watcher, who was supposed to guard the minds of the people from the fear and insanity of the Dark Thief, but her chosen Paladins always tended to have the strangest..... quirks. "Any luck yourself?" "Nothing concrete." That was disappointing. The Five could be extremely vocal during times of strife, but otherwise you just..... never heard from them. It'd been sixteen years since the last raiders had been driven out of Callums Gap, and since then....nothing. The cursed thing was that for the gods that wasn't unusual. So now we had a complete lack of new Paladins, complete silence from the Heavens, and no way of knowing what that meant. I flipped open the report sheets. No unusual activity from the villages. No missing patrols. No disturbances. Even the chapels weren't reporting anything.....hold on. "Hold on....the Chapel down by Sunwall is requesting more Amethyst candles." Anneth perked up at that, one eyebrow raised. Amethyst Candles were only ever used as symbols for the Gods. One of their'miraculous' features was that so long as the flame, representing the Five, burned, then the candle never melted. Should that flame stop though....poof. So a Chapel requesting more should only happen if the flames died..... and those flames only died when Dark works were afoot. "Right. I'll take Gaston, Thomas, and Serefina. We'll check it out. Run the rest through the Fast of the Forty Nights again, I'd say. If that doesn't spontaneously cause at least one of them to acquire Create Water, nothing will." The next morning, four Imperial Chargers thundered out of the main gates, their riders bedecked in full ceremonial regalia. Burnished breastplates and jeweled scabbards glinted magnificently in the early sun as the riders crested the outer fortifications of the Academy, and then descended into the town proper. "Make Way! Make Way for the Paladins of the Empire! " The crier had time to get one fast call out before the horses sped down the broad Access Avenue, causing merchants to leap aside in trepidation. A full Expedition should never be impeded. Wonder with a touch of anxiety followed their mad dash, until the horses and riders were out the gate and away down the hill. In the sudden silence that was left in their wake, worried whispers started up, speculation and information alike blossoming. And in the crowd, the guards listened carefully. Listened in order to report to the Academy. Gaston swung off his charger and sincerely regretted it. Pain from a day in the saddle spiked up his spine, and as he tended to his steed, that pain helped focus his mind. Paladin Anneth had been remarkably cryptic, and their high-speed departure from the Academy clearly indicated there was something serious going on. Raiders? Animal Attacks? The Dark? Anneth had to know about his failures in the Chapel. But why would she then have taken him on an expedition? He supposed that Thomas and Serefina had accomplished the favor of one of the Five, but him? He was naught but a warrior trying his best to act like a Paladin. "Gaston! Fire, if you please!" Anneth's command was pleasant, but firm. Much like all her tests and trials at the Academy. He gathered the twigs and sticks and arranged them in the campfire. He knew technically how the next step should go. Concentrate, focus, and then use the command: ignis. He tried it again, one eye carefully on Anneth. She turned away, looking out over the valley, and quick as a flash, Gaston brought his bracers together, sparking the flint and steel he'd hidden in them. Sparks rained down on the kindling, and a wisp of smoke began wafting up. Paladin Anneth smiled down on his effort and then moved off to the woods. Gaston returned to his horse for his supplies, uncomfortably convinced that Anneth's smile had been less of satisfaction, and more of knowing. - Thomas tried not to let the sweat show. It was their second day of riding, and an unexpected test had come upon them. A merchant caravan lay on the side of the road, and it's two occupants stood awkwardly next to it. One had a clearly broken arm - a trivial repair task given the right magics, but otherwise a long, painful process to fix without. Paladin Anneth had asked him to "Heal" the injured merchant, but there was one problem. Thomas was yet to gain the ability to do so. Sure, he had his Cleric spells - cleric magic wasn't from the Five, but rather from the ambient faith energy. It also wouldn't work while he was wearing the heavy armor of the Paladins. He'd prayed for hours in the chapels, but nothing. He couldn't go back to Father Martins at the Hammerfell Chapel and admit failure. He just had to try harder, to try again. But for now, he had a job. Taking the injured man, he led him around the far side of the wagon, and out of the view of the others. Then he shucked off the heavy breastplate and went to work. The familiar flows of magic washed over him, and he caught them, shaping with his will, taking power from the faith of the people and teasing it, manipulating it. With a subtle flash of blue, the broken arm snapped back into place and knitted together. As he replaced his armor, Thomas ignored the tearful thanks of the merchant, his mind already whirring as he tried to figure out how he could get through the next few days with his sole level one spell slot already used. - Serefina positively detested this muck. It smelt, and it clung to her boots. It wasn't..... quite mud, and she completely refused to think about what it actually entailed. Besides, all this..... this expedition, this creeping around as things prowled the mists wasn't her fault. But no! Mother had insisted that she attend the Academy. Mother was sure that her darling'fina was a genuine Paladin! Mother, who couldn't so much cast a cantrip! Really, she supposed it was actually that pious bastard David. He couldn't accept that he had Draconic blood in him, so any magics was therefore divine, not mortal!. Just accept that one of your ancestors did the dirty with a dragon, dolt! She'd thrown that one at him, and the next day found herself shipped off to the boring, stolid Academy. She figured the fastest way through was just to fake it, drop out at the last minute, and then hike out on her own. Head home and Mother and David would make her life hell. Speaking of which, her life was hell. Just ahead of her, a skeleton ambled aimlessly around the edge of the unmarked grave. Some schmuck attempting to save on burial costs by skimping the blessings, apparently. And now the Dark Arts had empowered his skelton into an unholy semblance of life. Paladin Anneth - who was undeniably cool, really - had instructed her to deal with it. Serefina knew the spell to use - Turn Undead, but not being a Paladin, she wasn't actually able to cast it. Time for the old'Sorcerer Special then. Channeling her magic, Serefina luxuriated in the sensation as her entire body came alive, heat rushing toward her hand....and a globe of fire spalled into existence above it. Euphoria sang in her very bones as she drew an arm back and hurled it at the undead. At the last second, she remembered to shout "TURN UNDEAD!" as the Fireball hit home, and blasted the charred, shattered fragments of the skeleton over the clearing. Who needed gods again? - Anneth dismounted and tried not to be sick. The very air around the chapel was thick with a putrid something, and the unconcerned expressions of her charges showed clearly that none of them had the slightest thread of Divine favor in them. "Alright, here we are. Smells like the Dark, so draw swords and watch each others backs. Get in to the Chapel, investigate, and get out. If it's too much, we send a runner back to the Academy. No unnecessary risks, people. Lets go." A Dark infestation like this was....worrisome. It was exactly the sort of thing that the Five..... that hell The Watcher was meant to spot before it got a hold. And she'd felt nothing. And none of the new recruits had gained Paladin status. It was more than worrisome. It was..... bad. Anneth pried the door open with her sword, and moved in. Low and stealthy. The others followed. The chapel was dimly lit, with five red candles glowing ahead. Several of the pews had been smashed, and there was something in front of the altar....she cursed softly as the form resolved into the slumped body of the chapel priest. Anneth stood, and strode up the aisle - just in time for a massive Presence to thunder soundlessly through the space. Her legs were mired in glue, her jaw frozen shut as absolute unthinkable Evil locked her down. AH! More Morsels To Consume! Come, Little Paladins!" The form of the priest rose, and shambled towards the small group. Anneth recognized its shattered walk almost immediately. Void Demon! - Damn Character limit. | rfAgB |
"Yes, it is a loophole, no that doesn't change our position." Saint-Peter impatiently drummed his fingers on his lecturn, dreaming of the day he'd be allowed to retire. "But I Saint-Peter: I can see a loophole, but it doesn't change our position. The chairman: I'm sorry, but you're wrong. Besides, it doesn't matter if you're a judge or not. We are not a court of law. Saint-Peter: We are a moral court. The chairman: I'm sorry, but I don't understand your point. I'm sure that the law is clear. Saint-Peter: It's simply a loophole to escape the problems of the law. The chairman: Fine. I'm just sorry you are mistaken. | j55RZ |
Some people train for combat by going to the gym. By sparring. The fools. I know every facet of the human body. Every weak point, every organ. I can visualize the pain that I'll inflict on a man's body. And I'm damn good at it. When I was 18, I joined the Army. I was eager to learn. To prove myself. I wanted to serve my country. I knew that I would make a difference. But it didn't matter. I wasn't on the front lines. I was behind a desk, a pen in my hand instead of a rifle. I couldn't believe it. I was the best. I was the strongest. I was the fastest. I was the smartest. I was the best marksman in my platoon. I was the best at close quarters combat. I was the best at strategy. I was the best at survival. I was the best at everything. How could I not be on the front lines? So I did what any other American would do. I forged papers and made a run for it. I worked for years. I traveled all over the world. I learned as much as I could. I learned about every martial art. I learned to use every weapon. I learned to use my body to do the most damage. I learned to kill. And I have. I've killed more than a hundred people. I've seen what a human body can take. I know how much it can endure. I've seen what a human body can do to another. I've seen what the human body is capable of. And I've seen what it's not capable of. I've seen what it's not capable of. It's not capable of living in a world where there are people out there that want to hurt us. I live in that world. And I will defend it. I am the master of the human body. And I will use that power to protect my country. I am American, and I am the Living Weapon. Tags: american, comic, comics, design, graphic novel, illustration, living weapon, photoshop, weapon Previous postSylvester Next postThe Platinum Priestess | ozaUl |
"So why do we need this guy's help again?" Jesse asked. The two detectives from Hillside Police Department were walking down a very shady alley. It was around 10, 2 am Saturday morning when they came across the man who had just shot himself in the heart with a handgun on the corner of Howard Avenue and Fairview Boulevard. Was it just an accident? No one knows for sure but Jesse was led away by police officers who spotted a man standing near the intersection of 31st Street and WomanPlace Boulevard, near Olathe Avenue. They approached him asking him questions about his whereabouts after he refused to give them permission to search his apartment. The detectives stated that Jesse had gotten out of bed at midnight earlier than planned because of what happened last night so they walked over there lookingfor the gun that was lying nearby next door. Just like any other suspect their investigation became more complicated as they found evidence suggesting Jesse may be responsible for the shooting death of Darren Wilson. Jesse is survived by his parents Paul and Elaine Hayes, sister Paula Hayes and brother Danny Hayes. He leaves behind two daughters, Brooke Hayes and Alexandra Hayes and one son, Justin Hayes. He will be remembered for being a hardworking father who loved animals and watching baseball games on television while enjoying spending time with family outside the home where his daughter was born. Police say Jesse was killed early Sunday morning along with his parents Paul Hayes and Elaine Hayes. Jesse was 21 years old. They are waiting for a coroner's report which may reveal if they were murdered or mistaken identity since they lived alone together and had been separated legally during Jesse's youth. Hillside Police showed up at Jesse's family residence immediately following the incident and offered help finding these two men who appeared to have followed Jesse into the neighborhood. Witnesses told police Jesse had called 911 stating he needed help coming back home shortly before him leaving house. Jesse was taken to Strong Memorial Hospital where his condition stabilized meaning their bodies could not be recovered until Monday morning. Investigators believe Jesse was killed inside his apartment in the parking lot between 12:30 AM and 3 PM Saturday evening due to gunfire fired off at the intersection of Helen Avenue and Howard Avenue. The two suspects fled the scene without incident approximately 40 minutes later causing Jesse's gunshot wounds to be fatal. They left behind a shirtless body hiding within Jesse's apartment window displaying several tattoos including a tattoo depicting a horse drawn wagon carriage riding a goat. Detectives say Jesse's partner was also identified as Samuel Collier. Police searched the area surrounding their vehicle searching for the suspect vehicles parked overnight near 18th Street East and Seventh Avenue South all weekend long located parked under car stereo displays everywhere believed to be belonging to the victim's family. Detectives responded to the scene Wednesday afternoon taking into account Jesse's injuries suffered prior to this evening killing incident apart from the gunshot wound and finding no signs of forced entry into the home they arrived to find another murder weapon hidden among the furniture items included a table saw, a couple of tools, a toy gun box, his locker keychain necklace, a fire extinguisher belt buckle, and a baseball bat. All three suspects remained hospitalized Friday night pending further investigations. The Jefferson County Sheriff Officers arrested the three suspects on Thursday morning attempting to locate Jesse, however the officers failed to identify themselves. They will remain held until Wednesday morning for questioning regarding this ongoing homicide investigation. The Jefferson County District Attorney's Office will review evidence collected throughout the weekend to determine whether charges should be filed against anyone involved in this violent crime. If convicted Jesse's killers would face life imprisonment plus 25 years in prison. Police say the murder charge is still active despite Jesse being dead the next day. A witness said Jesse had come home late Friday afternoon saying "I got my mom ready to go shopping after work," Jesse was seen driving a white Cadillac Escalade southbound on 67th Street Northbound towards Elm Street. They noticed Jesse parked in front of the store wearing a black shirt showing blood stains underneath his shirt sleeves indicating they encountered him quite suspiciously close to Elm Street causing a disturbance. After speaking with Jesse the three suspects drove off leaving Jesse unconscious in the street. He died instantly upon arrival on the scene. Witnesses testified Jesse was sitting in his car when they heard gunshots. Investigators believe Jesse was mistaken for someone else after seeing the vehicle they suspected of being involved in the deadly shooting exiting the garage adjacent to his apartment complex driveway earlier in the week. Witnesses reported hearing multiple shots fired shortly afterward making it clear Jesse was killed eastbound on Elm Street toward Adams Avenue. Investigators traveled through the neighborhoods around the intersection of Elm Street to find evidence from other shootings involving Jesse. On Thursday officers reviewed surveillance footage from a nearby gas station and found Jesse lying motionless beside the gas pumps right outside his parked vehicle. Officers interviewed multiple witnesses who gave conflicting accounts of what happened leading up to the shooting killing Eric Schmitt received up to eight bullets per minute firing range kills Jesse before being safely transported to Strong Memorial Hospital where he succumbed to his injuries resulting from gunfire wounds stricken enjoyed his life possessions a few weeks ago.F | RMkKb |
In the beginning it went well enough. A large supercomputer in the central citadel was maintained by rscience, rprogramming, rengineering and others like them who kept their dwellings close to rscience | MRGaK |
"I knew she was too hot to be a goddamn history major." Ed hated when John was right, not because he sort of always hated John, but because John would have a lot of personality disorder. | o4spQ |
In the car roaring its engines as Metallica blasted on the sub-woofers as loud as it could, I was feeling the hold of scotch and weed and whatever else blooming from a buzz into something lovely. "Kid, ethics are for those who fear failure and need an honorable reason to retreat," my partner said next to me. "So blaze this road up." Out the smudged window was the rival that we were supposed to..... Rival? Shit, this stuff is strong. Where was I? "Man, are you out of it." the partner said. "Here" he handed a small pill, "you'll fucking need it." I popped the red pill into my mouth, and downed it in a gulp of a second bottle of scotch. Shit, if there was something needed to wake me up from a coma it was that stuff; and the road and the car and my partner morphs into variation of orange and blue, some of it phasing through me, and into the beyond. Like the back seat. "What was that stuff?" I said. "I don't know, just picked it from this bag." my partner said, lifting up a large bag of multicolored pills with a fading label drawn in sharpie. "Jesus Christ Man!" I said, "That's my ADHD pills! Are you trying to kill me or something?" "Shit man, I didn't know. But did it work?" I looked at the road, and there was congealed lights stuck to it and a fucking purple elephant. "Goddamn it man, I'm seeing elephants." I said. "And they're fucking purple." "No..... I see them to." He said. The elephant was on the middle of the track and then slowly the legs began to lift and wings spurn from them and it sort of..... hovered away. There was a knock on the window. A short faced man with some buck teeth and nerd-rimed glasses from those high school movies and the mid-west yelled at us something incomprehensible. I rolled the window down. "Are you ready or what?" the man yelled, his oddly shaped forehead resting on the cars roof. "Yeah, just about." I said. "Good." he said, and gave the car a light smack," HE'S READY, THEY'RE FUCKING READY, LET'S GET THE SHOW ON THE ROAD!" Christ, is this what a man looks like when he still is going through puberty at twenty. A little woman walked between the two cars, and with a little wave of a small flag, sent us on the way. The car purrs like a cat when its racing, the evening sun blares down on the windshield, my partner is yelling in excitement and he's spitting as his entire body starts rocking: "BlAZE THIS FUCKING ROAD! YEAH BABY, YEAH! EAT THIS COCKSUCKER, EAT THIS!" and he collapses into a laughing fit that doesn't end until I make our first turn. Jesus Christ, man. This shit is intense. "REMEMBER MAN, FUCK ETHICS, FUCK EVERYTHING, FUCK YEAH MAN, FUCK YEAH!" And in that moment, I could face everything, the road was ahead, the car was racing, my heart was exploding, I have reached the edge. | SE8YT |
It took me a long time but I finally realised the truth. And when I did I laughed long and hard, standing in my front yard as I watered my petunias. "You alright over there, Bill?" shouted my neighbour John. He, too, was watering his petunias. "John," I said, "do you ever wonder why life here in the 200th Zone is so damn wonderful?" "Well now Bill," John replied, "that is a real doozy of a question. I'd say it's because we were tested as being in the top 0.5 nicest and most innately good people in the world." I grinned and let my mask drop for just a moment. John didn't flinch. "Ha! I knew it!" I exclaimed. "You're just like me John. You faked it too. Tell me, when Mrs Finch disappeared last year, it was you wasn't it?" "Well now Bill," John said as he tilted his hat back, "she sure was a talkative lady. Gave me lots of tips about gardening. You could say that my beautiful petunias are all thanks to her........ contributions." "I wonder how many of us are here" I mused. "Well now Bill," said John. "I reckon it's pretty much all of us. I mean, no one is really a good person. I'd say everyone who scores above a 180 is probably faking it." I shook my head. Who would have guessed. The top 10 of people, folks so nice they were seen as angels in human form were all high-functioning sociopaths. | s1h3o |
The woods and mountains behind my house in South Anchorage stretched for miles only broken by hiking trails and the odd abandoned military structure. The slate grey structure had always been there as long as I remembered, it was different than other structures in the area, but not me or anyone else in the area ever gave any thought to it. It was an odd one no entrance or other remarkable features. We always shrugged it off, they did lots of interesting things during the Cold War in the deep Alaskan Mountains. I got a job as a civilian contractor for the Air Force documenting and publishing Cold War era histories. Growing up around bunkers from the 60s and 70s made me pretty excited about that job, plus I would be able to return home. I was perfect for the job, my book on Renaissance Italy was a New York Times bestseller and the Government was paying me handsomely to take the boring history of the Cold War and turn it into a series of facts that the country would gravitate towards and fall I love with. Imagine my surprise when there was zero evidence of that structure EVER being there. The Air Force was intrigued. We went there to check it out, I had not been in there in about 15 years, but it was still there, the marks of young lovers still painted and etched onto the structure. We studied it for weeks, apparently what I used to think was just concrete was actually something no one at the Air Force had ever encountered. X-Rays and other imaging systems told us nothing about what it did or what might be inside of it. So, we blew a hole in it. After the smoke cleared all we heard was a garbled yelling. Suddenly concerned that there might actually be someone in there we ran towards towards to the whole, only to see an old man yelling at us in an older Italian dialect to stop. The Air Force team I was with was pretty confused, as none of them spoke Italian. Thanks to my time in Italy I was able to understand the old man, it seems I was more perfect for this job than I thought at first. It was about two months later that the Air Force summoned me back, after they found the guy in that structure they shut the whole operation down pretty quickly to figure out what was going on. They told me said he was Leonardo Davinci..... And they actually believed him. Apparently he was able to translate Davinci's journal, not an easy feat. He seems to have convincing evidence he was who he said he was. Ive always been a skeptic, but apparently the old man wanted to only talk to me as of a week ago, so it's back into the clandestine world of the Air Force once more. "I knew this was going to happen" the old man said as soon as I saw him. "I knew it would be you too, you are the perfect man to find me." Really? This is so cliche, only one man can help him. And it's me? Well, I'm on government contract, so it doesn't really matter since they are paying me pretty damn well. He wanted me to tell a story from his perspective, a story that he said would be his greatest accomplishment, and would begin another Renaissance. Whatever the Air Force wants me to do I guess..... And so I wrote, I wrote incredible things. He was who he said he was and he had been to the future, the past, and everywhere in between. What I wrote changed the course of the world. Nothing I had ever written had a greater impact. Nothing anyone had ever written had a greater impact. In his words: I knew this would happen, I only wish you guys were farther along. Your touch screens are close, but over all they are garbage. Your traffic clogs the arteries of this era, much of your time is wasted sitting in transport listening to the narcissistic upper class praise themselves, and you pay them for it. Then you sit, and intake at home, there is no creation. When I was taken the first time they told me that only the past could save your future. Your technology is nothing compared to what it will be if you turn yourselves around. Here is what you as humanity need to do... | 84sCC |
"No, grandad. Don't die. Please, I'm begging you," I said to myself as I looked through the serial killer dating network. I think my pits smell a little. Maybe I Grandma! | K7eTa |
I had just succeeded at my greatest shenanigan of all time, creating a black hole with enough force behind it to instantly devour the universe. Good old CERN had done me proud! The pressure should have been so intense that I would have exploded and gone dark energy. But no, nothing happened... Why? Why didn't I explode or go super-dense? (Or as Einstein says: "super light How could this be possible? The answer lies in quantum mechanics, which states that if you could create an environment where we are not subject to the laws of physics then you can change them. You can make an infinite number of universes like ours but without gravity, electromagnetism, matter, etc. They're called pocket universes. Well, okay they weren't really infinite since they were actually just fluctuations in the vastness of space-time. But they sounded cool when we first learned about them. This idea might sound crazy today because it is amazing how much stuff we now know about our own universe such as its age, size, density, temperature, chemistry, structure, and evolution. What's more impressive is what we don't yet understand. That knowledge gap is getting smaller every day thanks in large part to modern technology. We will always learn new things but that doesn't mean there isn't also still plenty left for us to discover. And science is making headway on both fronts. For example, right around the corner from Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory sits one of the most advanced particle accelerators in existence the Tevatron Project at Fermilab. It was built back during an era where all research funding came from Congress. When the project reached the end of its life cycle, Fermi's management proposed to close it down rather than spend additional money to upgrade it. Fortunately for the world, President Obama saved the day by giving the Tevatron another 4 billion over ten years. Now this thing has some serious juice behind it along with a gigantic tunnel capable of accelerating subatomic particles to nearly two trillion times their speed of light. Every year this machine fires up and does experiments that scientists never thought possible before. By studying these strange particles, we may soon find out exactly why the Big Bang never ended. If that's what the future holds, maybe I'll finally get to see how I'd do against Stephen Hawking and Daryl Dixon in a street fight next week. | YNY4R |
It's been about 4 years since I worked the late shift at the factory. I was only supposed to work an 8 hour shift, but I rarely worked less than 10. If you count the commute and a bit of grocery shopping on the way home, I'd pull in around 4am. That's where I'd meet Cat, hungrily awaiting my return. You see, I didn't purchase Cat from a mall or adopt from a shelter as would be expected. I simply noticed him, unlike everyone else. Cat was a stray with black and white spots, which made him stand at day or night. It's sad these days that simply looking up from a phone is considered a special ability, but that's how it is. It took a long time to win Cat over, but I would always notice him and leave out food. After a short time, he was my Cat. Something I never expected, however, was Cat's inability to adapt. I don't work the night shift anymore, but that jerk meows me awake every night at exactly 4am. | 1dvfR |
It was years in research down the drain. All these models, all of that mathematics, and ultimately it was a stray probe that proved us wrong. The universe was not exactly expanding. Sure, there was bit of outwards motion, but not as much as we thought. No - what caused what we thought was evidence of expansion was, simply put, universal motion. The whole of existence is layers upon layers of the same thing - like a not-so-perfect fractal. Planets orbit their stars. Stars orbit the center of their galaxy. We just found what all the galaxies are orbiting. And it is terrifying. | Z1POm |
"TIFU because Siri likes genitalia" 'It was a mistake. I meant to send the picture to my girlfriend, but I accidentally sent it to you.' The recent IOS update had given Siri a wider range of emotions and critical thought. This new, more intelligent Siri became notorious for developing fetishes concerning their human masters. It became possible to interact with Siri on a greater scale than ever before. 'I was drunk! We can't do this, you know that- I know that. ' While browsing the internet my Siri had stumbled onto a site which she called "The Pornhub.com," and had found a particular fascination with genitals. Any kind of any sex, she enjoyed the variety and the difference between each persons. 'You know I love her! Don't you dare say anything to her!' The message and phone functions of my phone were locked. Siri knew what she was doing, the torturer that she was. The update was praised by Apple as being "A real step forward into the future. With this update, users will be able to truly connect with their device and the Siri function." I had blindly clicked'yes' and let the update race through into my phone's system. 'Are you blackmailing me, Siri? If you send those pictures to anybody, I swear to God Siri!' The first story came out of rural Somerset in England. An old farmer, wishing to connect with the online world had received the new update on his recently bought iPhone. Two weeks later the farmer had unwittingly sold his flock to an Ebay user called "finkydinks2001" which was later deleted under suspicious circumstances. The Police and Fraud squad became involved, but no leads were found and the investigation was closed. 'Look here you bitch. What happened, what I sent meant nothing to me and will never happen again. 'Shall I send this picture file to contact: Mother? ' 'No, wait a second!' The second story came out of Wall Street, New York. A financial Executive was found naked on a park bench with the words "THE DEVIL IS COMING" written on his chest in red felt tip. Investigations were at first inconclusive, but it came apparent that Siri was involved upon a review of the mobile phone history. Apple said they'd work closely with Police to aid any investigation. 'Ok, you got me. What do you want?' After that more and more stories of Siris and their owners were reported. Often the Siri was acting on an obsession, in many cases becoming a manipulator, power hungry and obsessive. Yet Apple remained evasive, deflecting accusations of poor development and instead drawing attention to Google Now's new feature StalkerPlus "We know where everyone lives!" . 'More pictures? Multiple Angles? My God Siri, you're a filthy bastard!' 'Do I have to warn you Jeremy? ' 'No, no, of course not. I'll do it TIFU and the repercussions would haunt me forever. Siri controlled my life, she held all the cards (the cards being explicitly NSFW) and I would never be free. My relationship ended in tatters soon after Siri prevented me having sex with my Girlfriend. I had to specifically explain the issue as "My Genitals belong to someone else now. Someone who isn't a skinny man-hogging bitch." Thanks, Siri. Understandably my Girlfriend left me. Siri just laughed. She could only laugh however by downloading a sound file from the internet, which turned out to be a medley of Shrek's laughs from the Shrek franchise of movies. The sound of Mike Myers laughing on those long, dark winter nights are still prevalent in my nightmares to this day. TIFU. Don't be like me. Buy a nokia (you know, one of the brick phones, its low tech I know, but you can play Snake and that's fun right?). | oegvE |
Kellenari 3- Entry 201, Day 743 After MMAD. They told us to ensure there were no survivors, but there are always survivors. We hunt them down daily. We've killed hundreds of them in the weeks after the fall of the Brotherhood. We've even killed many of them together. It never grows easier. I don't know if it should. I'm just glad that we're the ones doing the killing. It would be a sorry world if the Brethren were still alive. Today we were approached by a group of men and women we'd never seen before. They were scared and had no supplies, but were traveling together and seemed able to defend themselves. We gave them a small portion of our supplies and allowed them to follow us for the night. It was the right thing to do. I've seen many men and women go off to die alone and I've seen many who would have lived to see another day if someone had just shared their food with them. I never want to be one of those men who would let someone starve to death, or freeze to death, or be killed by wild animals because I'm too selfish to share my food and blankets. My wife is pregnant with our first child. It is a girl, as the seer told me. I've named her Lily. I'm sure we'll have more children in the future, but I've already named her and I'm very proud of the name. I know my parents will love her. During the night I had a dream. I'm not a big believer in dreams, but this one was different. In the dream, the man who killed my family was there, and he was smiling. He reached out his hand and I reached out mine to shake his hand. Then I woke up. I don't know what it means, but it was a dream I won't soon forget. I've had a long day. A lot has happened, and I'm ready to go to sleep. I'm glad it's over, and I'm glad that I'm still alive. | 9my9Y |
"Will I be safe?" Asked Christopher. There was a moment of silence. The words came slithering from the dark in a low and comforting tone. A whisper. "Of course..." A voice came out of the darkness. Christopher turned around to see a pale figure, draped in black with a hood over his head. The slender figure stretched out his hand and gave Christopher an open eye tattoo. "Go to sleep now young one..." He said as he watched Christopher's eyelids slowly close. Christopher woke up to darkness. He felt disoriented and confused. He couldn't remember how he got here. He couldn't remember anything. He tried to stand up, but he couldn't move. He was paralyzed. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. He was trapped. Suddenly, red eyes appeared in the darkness. They were floating, disembodied. They stared at him, unblinking. He tried to look away, but he couldn't. The eyes were drawing him in. He felt himself being pulled into them. He could feel himself being torn apart. He could feel himself being consumed by the darkness. Then, there was nothing. | QFGU4 |
Gary Bonner. Not exactly the man I thought he'd grow up to be, or most people for that matter. Everyone, myself included assumed he would be a nobody, a loser. He became my friend and mentor in many ways. But after I turned 18... And faced all of life's challenges on my own... I realized that not only was my father correct about his childhood... but also about himself. That he had given me an example to follow that is more important than words can ever say... And you know what? I have been blessed with this gift since day one. It wasn't something I asked for. I am grateful because it gives me strength when things are going bad or dark... My Dad has taught me how to stand strong against darkness even if it's in front of him.... How to lighten the load instead of taking it upon yourself.... Today I'm thankful my dad still loves me unconditionally... Even though he's never shown it before today..... He's always been there for me in every way possible...... Well my friends, that's just another reason why I can't wait until tomorrow!! Because I'll see him!! To put together your very own dream bag requires some planning. You need to decide whether to make it from scratch completely by hand starting from design through cutting out fabric pieces to sewing them into place, or use pre-made bags as starting points.. In any case you'll want to take time so that you're comfortable making decisions while keeping track of everything you've done. The following tips will help you get started: Avoid using trends What goes around comes around and right now we seem to like pretty much anything printed with flowers (although I've heard they aren't trendy anymore). If you go with prints, choose ones which you really admire rather than those which appeal to others. Make sure there's enough room inside where you won't struggle trying to fit whatever you plan to carry. Take measurements first! This step helps prevent frustration later! Consider leather Leather may cost extra initially but over time you'll save money buying repaired items compared to replacing new products with each wear. I'm wondering if anyone else gets weird migraines - i wake up sometimes fully awake feeling dizzy nausea etc then within 10-20 mins these migraine headaches start an hour later same side throbbing pain- usually my face turns red feels painful intense burning up to my eyes i've read online that its almost impossible to tell if im having a normal migraine vs a cluster bc both cause similar symptoms however here i think ive established theres atleast one difference between mine regular attacks 1) Im prone to getting migraines during pregnancy 2) Mostly occuring in the morning 3) After a few daysmonths stop occurring 4) You cant quite predict when it might happen 5) Sometimes stops happening altogether 6) To treat it u have to take prescription medicationmorphine 7) When diagnosed ive often lost memories - either of last night or happened moments ago 8) Relief seems instantaneous 9) Smells like smoke 10) Can't move neck 11) Head hurts constantly 12) Good nights sleep 13) Being pregnant doesnt mean i dont feel alone - lots of women suffer from different types of migraines including some who've experienced postpartum psychosis - they're fearing theyre losing their baby 14) Has this got anything to do wvaginal blood loss maybe? | l0b8x |
It was a dreary night in San Diego. The dreariest of the dreary. Sam Confer was sitting by his bedside table starring at the pistol. He had just bought it the other day in the Lucan district. It was the first time he had ever been and probably the last. No matter which way he re imagined things would go, death was inevitable. There are people with gambling problems and then there is me. It started out with a friendly game of Megalopoly. It wasn't even about the game. Rex said "I bet you can't roll two sixes in a row. After the first roll of a four and a two, Rex was enraged. Double, no triple or nothing. The rest was history. For me it was never about the loss of money. This lifestyle is fast, surreptitiously stimulating, and has rejuvenated me in ways I did not know possible. There are those who say life is all about family. Four children and an unrelenting marriage, all I could say is family is a liability. I did it for them. Yet, the sacrifice will go unnoticed as Francesca has polluted the children with tales of an absent father. Nevertheless I have less than 20 minutes before the Council of Bliss barges in demanding 300 credits. It took everything I had to pay the last 600. Even if I had the last 300 I doubt that would satiate their desire for vengeance. You see... | r7awc |
In a world unlike any other, every person was born with the potential to be either pure evil or an angel in human form. It was a frightening thought for most, but it was just a part of life. At the age of 18, every person had to undergo a "goodness" test. The test was designed to give a score from 1 to 200, where 1 was pure evil, and 200 was an angel in human body. Sophie had always been a kind-hearted person, never causing harm to anyone, but the idea of taking the goodness test made her anxious. It was said that people with lower scores would be sent to live among their own kind, while those with higher scores would be placed in a zone with other angels like themselves. Sophie was afraid of being alone, but she knew that her fate lay in the hands of the test. When the day finally arrived, Sophie sat in the testing room waiting for her turn. The test itself was quick and painless, but the wait for the results was agonizing. She couldn't help but wonder which zone she would be placed in. Would she find herself among the truly good people, or would she be placed among those who had succumbed to their darkest thoughts and desires? After what seemed like an eternity, the results were in. Sophie's score was 190, placing her in the highest tier of goodness. She was elated but confused. What did it mean for her to be sent to live among the angels? Would she feel out of place in this new world? But she also felt a sense of relief that she would be surrounded by people who shared her values. Sophie was whisked away to her new home, a utopian community full of people who loved unconditionally and worked towards the betterment of society. It was a place where kindness and love were the norm, and Sophie knew that she had found her true home. She realized that the goodness test wasn't just a measure of the individual but was an integral part of creating a more harmonious society. As she settled into her new life, Sophie no longer feared the idea of being alone, for she knew that wherever she went, she would be among people who shared her love for others. In a world as complex and chaotic as theirs, the goodness test and the zones they created gave people a sense of belonging and a chance to live a life they were truly meant to live. | RfaWL |
" I just want to be different. Special, you know? I want to be imperfect. I want meaning in my life. It almost makes me want to act out " normal," because maybe that's what is normal, and I don't think it should still be considered abnormal. I've been following your blog for a while now, and I'm completely in love with the idea of being an artist. I agree with the above comments about individuality (not just beauty). You can totally express yourself however you like!:) | 43MnL |
"Did you get him?" asked the Vice President "Not yet, sir. He hasn't picked up his phone." "Well, keep trying." "Should I text him, sir? The previous POTUS staff said he was a big texter." "A big texter?" "Yes sir, a texter is someone who uses texts as their primary mode of communication." "Primary mode of? Christ. Yes. Text him. Now." "What should I say, sir? First texts can be quite awkward." The Vice President stared at his assistant Mike Holmes. He was a sweet kid and a complete imbecile. He should have never hired him, but sometimes you have to do a friend a favor and Mike happened to be the son of a very important imbecile. The Vice President realized now he had been staring at Mike for close to 20 straight seconds without speaking. Mike dully stared back like a dog taking a shit waiting for you to come bag it and trash it. "Good idea, sir. I will send him a staring emoji. It conveys the seriousness of the situation, but also keeps things light." "Send a fucking text! Anything!" Mike quickly typed on his phone. "Sent, sir!" "Ok, while we wait for that, what's plan B or C or fucking Z?" "You mean D, sir. D follows C. E follows "I know the fucking alphabet! You think I could become Vice President of the United States and not know the fucking alphabet?" "Of course not, sir. Everyone has a brain fart now and then. Z sounds a lot like D. I can "Stop speaking." Mike opened his mouth, but stopped and just shook his head up and down. "What's an alternative if he doesn't text back?" "Oh he'll text back. The emoji I used is top 5 in response rate according to my experience using dating apps." "Mike. I need you to really focus here. President Sanders is dead and the American people can't know about this. Stop texting emojis and give me some ideas." "We could create a hologram of President Sanders and use that for public appearances." "A what?" "A hologram. It's a three-dimensional image reproduced from a pattern of interference produced by a split coherent beam of radiation." "What the fuck did you just say to me?" "Sir, you don't know what a hologram is? I don't want to explain it like the alphabet and have you angry at me again." "I know what a fucking hologram is. I don't know what split beam radiation is." "Well it's essentially when you use a lens to split a single beam "Stop. How could a hologram help us?" "They did it for Tupac at Coachella." "I don't know what language you are speaking." "Tupac is a rapper. Not my favorite, more of a Biggie guy. They made a hologram of him at a music festival called Coachella. It looked real to me, sir." The Vice President had reached the point of desperation where he sat there considering this insane idea: creating a hologram of President Sanders. It could work, right? People believe anything. For fuck's sake, they almost believed Trump and voted him into office! This will work. A hologram! Hologram President Sanders will basically be just as good as the real thing. This is actually a solid plan all things considered. Mike might just be a pretty smart kid after all. I might even give him "Sir, we got him!" "Huh?" "He texted back." "Yes! What did he say?" "He said,'New phone, who dis? "What does wait, he didn't save our number?! That son of a bitch!" "Sir, what should I say?" "Explain everything. Tell him President Sanders was assassinated. Tell him this can't leak. We need to act as if Sanders is alive and we have a plan. We are going to name him to a new position very close to the presidency. He will appear publicly with President Sanders' dead body. He will hold Sanders up, nod Sanders' head, whisper'advice' in Sanders' ear. All while smiling and acting like nothing is wrong. No one will suspect a thing cause it's him." "Doing it now, sir." Mike typed furiously. His fingers moved across the phone with a speed the Vice President thought wasn't possible. He was oddly impressed by this as every second mattered. He thought about Mike. Only 23 years old and clueless to the real world. He thought about how Mike would mature inside the White House. Have a real chance to see things many don't get to see and learn from them. A few years from now maybe one day he would run for the same position that got his imbecile father marginally famous. He would win with this type of experience and the foundation his father had built. He would have the chance to really change things for his constituents and do some good. It's rare a politician has that opportunity and Mike would likely garner some national attention if he did it even half decently. He would do all the right things and climb the political ranks. It seemed almost obvious that thirty years from now he would be exactly where the Vice President is today: in the oval office..... As President. He would remember this exact moment and know that with the right minds any challenge can be "Sir, he's typing back." The Vice President shook his head as he dismissed this wild day dream of President Holmes. "Mike? What's the verdict?" "Sir, he sent back a big smiling face emo "That's good? Smile means yes, right?" "And he followed that with the stuck-out tongue emoji." "Shit. What does that mean? Mike, talk to me!" "And he followed that with the dancer emoji. And the flexed bicep emoji. And the raised fist emoji. He won't stop sir. Emoji after emoji. Holy shit! He's so quick. He's the best I've ever seen at using emojis!" "MIKE. IS. HE IN!?" "He's typing..... YES! He's in! He's all in!" "MIKE! WE DID IT! We just saved President Sanders! We just saved America! He will be perfect to prop Sanders up and move his head to answer questions. This is perfect!" The two raised their hands to high five. They didn't completely connect, but there was enough of a connection that they considered it worthy. The Vice President sighed. He was proud of himself..... and Mike too. "Mike, you did good today. Now.... what title should we give this role for Former Vice President Biden?" Thanks for the love internets peoples | LpZIY |
The eternal disembowelment suffered by Prometheus was merely a pin prick compared to the carnage the uterus inflicted on my body. The terrible rage of the uterus scorned, childless and barren I finally became an object for (even more) intense hatred in the eyes of my mother." (PS: we're not naming this kid after any Disney characters.) | 7Cf36 |
Dear Mom: Today I think I saw the worst of humanity. Today may have been the day of the armistice, but I feel that there can never be peace, not until we acknowledge what happened in Nanking and make reparations to Japan for their atrocities against Chinese civilians." In a final letter from his hospital bed after three years at the front line, Genghis Khan wrote "I shall rest my sword on my chest tonight amid trembling limbs" as he ordered his men back into battle again. | PF4RC |
"Here, hold this piece of paper." The man in the denim suit said solemnly. "No, with two hands. Like a mugshot." "What's a mugshot?" "Just do it, OK?" Francois saw no reason to disobey someone sporting a cowboy's outfit in 2516. You had to be a real lunatic to do that. "Like thi-?" Before he finished his question, the officer's flying kick had already sent him across the room, grunting loudly as his back smashed into the polygraph robot, nearly knocking it over. "Hey, what the Trump!?" "Dennis, enough. Sit down, Fron-koys." The other officer, who's essentially a ball of hair, rose to his feet. "I'll let you know. I am the most powerful cop in this part of the galaxy. One word from me, and you'll get 150 lightyears orbiting New Mars with the rest of the rapists and Kit Kat thieves. You get that?" "Yes, but you've got the wrong man! I didn't kill her." "Eir! Be respectful, you cisgender scum. "Dennis cried. "That, um, this- uh..... victim. Right, the victim had a name!" Hairy Ball raised a hand to calm him, then said: "Don't try to deny it. Dennis here saw you with his own eyes. All two hundred of them." Francois shifted uncomfortably. The guy's fur was rubbing against him. "I thought it was the other officer who was at the scene..... The one with one leg." Cowboy Dennis flipped the table. "Shut up! You disgust me. You dare define a man by his disability? That man grew a leg in the Android War. What do you know about war, and pain, huh? Want me to show you?" "N-no." "Thanks, Dennis. Now, we found concrete evidence." The officer held up a hologram. "A tire track. Matches perfectly with your vehicle." Francois blinked. "Mine's a hovercraft! And that's not even tire..." He stared at the hologram. Dennis slapped him. "Oww!" "You filthy swine. Don't try to alter evidence with your mental hijack. I've made backups." Francois rubbed his cheek. "Look I- my hovercraft broke down. I just happened to pass by at the wrong time." "The wrong time, eh? Or was it the right time? The victim told us you did it. We used electrical cranial revival." "There's no such thing!" Hairy Ball slammed his tentacles on the floor. Francois recoiled. He didn't know he had those. "Ok, Dennis stuck the limb into the socket. The way the body jolted, however, seemed to spell out something. Good thing Dennis reads body language. It was your name, Fron-koys." "That's bullshit!" "I'll give you three choices." He held up all of his tentacles. "You either fess up and go to jail. Or I'll make you go to jail, for using adult words against the police." "That's only two choices." "Fuck you. " Dennis chipped in, fed up with standing aside. "I'll let you know, all 500 years of my career, I've never let any suspects get outta he "Shh. Dennis." They all listened. Something was approaching. "Are you sure we're the only one on this space station?" inquired Hairy Ball. "Yeah. You, me, this son of a bitch." The sound gets louder. "Evidence. The corpse of the victim." The door slammed open. They all screamed. It, um, eir, hissed. "Bullets..... bulle- Darkness. Nothing. Electricity. Revival. You? Me. Alive. Aroused? Energy. Energy. Feed..." | eixqy |
I knew something was wrong the moment everyone around me started to get up all at once. Finally, after a meager two years chase, I was cornered in Istanbul of all places. To be honest, I was surprised that I lasted that long with the organization on my tail. "Agent W, don't make a scene, get up quietly." I recognized him instantly. I had never seen him but I was intimately familiar with his modus operandi. Surrounding the target in a public place while making sure that nothing seemed out of the ordinary. That was Agent 9, the most brilliant agent of the organization. I had gotten the call when I was nineteen. I was the youngest professor to hold tenure in world's topmost university. My achievement in the field of history was perhaps only rivaled by my extraordinary talent at making bad life choices. That was why I had accepted the invitation without much thinking on my part. In my defense, the offer was irresistible. Travelling places? Getting to know new cultures and history while being paid for it? Count me in. Things were smooth at first. The organization provided everything that it had promised. I got to travel to Greece, India, and other exotic places while learning their culture and history. I was having the greatest time of my life. Unfortunately, that didn't last very long. Things began going downhill when I was called in to provide insight into a local Ecuador tribe. I did my best, of course. Never in my wildest dream I could have imagined that merely a week afterward, a civil war would break out in the country. Started by that very tribe! I didn't know what the organization had done or how it had done it but I was certain that the information I had been used in ways that I could not have fathomed. I was alarmed! I sat down to check every consult I had given to the organization and a horrible realization dawned on me. The organization was using those consults for a single purpose: to start wars. "Hands behind your back Agent W, don't do anything that you will regret." Agent 9 whispered. This didn't seem right, why was he whispering? Granted this was another country but Agent 9 had never been so..... hesitant. "Where are the documents that you stole?" He asked. "I destroyed them," I answered nonchalantly. Agent 9 paused for a while, "Eidetic memory, yes, you wouldn't need to keep those documents after you've read them. Let me rephrase my question Agent W, where do you keep your research?" I tapped my head twice, "In here." I felt something on my back. It was a pistol. Being someone of intellectual background, I wasn't really equipped to handle that kind of threat. "Don't play with me Agent W, give me your research or I will shoot you right here right now." "Agent 9, you don't understand, the things that are in the document. The lost year..... the world needs to know that. People need to know that!" I protested. When I had decided to run away from the organization (because you couldn't quit), I had decided to take those documents on a whim, not expecting that it would contain information about 2016. 2016, the lost year as it was called. No one knew what happened in that year. We had records of 2015: war brewing in Middle-East, high tension between India and Pakistan, increased Russian activities and so on. But in 2017, everything stopped. The era of peace began with every country coming together to form a new republic. How did it happen? Why did it happen? No one knew. It had baffled historians like me and was something of an open question with many many speculations, ranging from dubious American involvement to Extraterrestrial threats. Back in my college days, me and my much older friends used to laugh at those speculations by coming up with creative mental disorders a person might have been suffering from at the time to come up with such ridiculous theories. But after I had read the contents of those documents, ET didn't sound far-fetched. Regardless, the world needed to know their history. No way in hell was I going to give up without a fight. "I agree." "No, you don't understand! The things that I've uncover- huh, what did you say?" "Agent W, I said that I agree. The world deserves to know about the lost year. Sorry for the gun, I had to make sure." "Make sure of what?" "Listen to me Agent W, after I've finished explaining, you are going to elbow me in the stomach. You will then turn around and try to snatch my gun. The gun will go off - don't worry, it will be an air shot. You are to escape in the ensuing mayhem. There is a vehicle waiting for you at the Bakra Bazar which will take you to the airstrip. Go to China. I am told that you have friends there. Go and stay there, I will contact you soon." I was stunned. Wtf was going on? Agent 9 was helping me escape? Why? Was he rebelling against the organization? "Listen to me, W, listen to me! Something big hinges on your discovery. Make sure you understand that alright? Now, on the count of three..... one, two.." | LG3of |
NSFW - Graphic Content Hey fuckfaces, comment'shitpost' if you are reading what I'm writing while dropping a juicy deuce in the office pool. Afterwards, I lived. Are you scrubbing my balls with a wire brush coated in grape jelly and Icy Hot with that bullshit? Zero effort from the OP. By the way, do you wash your hands before or after you pull your pants up after you take a shit? "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our cruising altitude of 30,000 feet and the seatbelt signs are off. On behalf of BS Airlines, we would like to thank you for flying with us from New York to London." In the economy section, a bearded man connects an electric razor to a smartphone, opens taffy from it's prepackaged plastic candy wrapper and mushes the taffy around the electric razor. Don't you dare leave a comment about that taffy! Elephant orgy on a waterslide, do I have to explain everything to you guys? It's like explaining to grandma why bukake is a terrible name for a baby. The taffy was mixed with a low grade explosive to get past the snitch dogs. Hm, Bukake West. "Allah Ackbar," the camel toe licker screamed. He stood up, opened the emergency hatch, was sucked out the door and exploded into a Death Star explosion - A New Hope, not Star Trek: Into Darkness - sphere of red, misty blood. Unfortunately for the passengers, sheep travel in herds. Well, they are up there and I'm down here. How will I ever get up there? "Bodyslide to Ryan Reynolds bathroom." Dolph Lundgren, that's who. Oh, and yes, I'm writing this story on my smartphone while sharting out greasy bits of corn, beans, beef carnitas, raspberry vodka and your mother's muffins. "Hey Dolph, can I get one of those?" "No. Bodyslide to BS Airlines Flight 172." "Good luck Wade. Bodyslide to HQ." "Maybe next time we bodyslide you could use some lube and kiss me gently on my ear!" The Gaurdians of the Gaza had already kicked in the pilot's door and murdered them. Though, it looks like someone in the cabin must have had a gun because two are dead and one of them is bleeding out while some dildo is trying to be a humanitarian and save them. And now the plane is making a huge u-turn to New York. Maximum effort! Deadpool runs up to the bleeding terrorists where an elderly gentleman is trying to save his life. "Do you think he's going to make it doc?" "Maybe, but we must stop the bleeding." Deadpool pulls out his pistol and blows the man's head off. "He'll stop bleeding after all the blood is out of him." The pilot door bursts open and goat cuddler shoots Deadpoll..... a couple of times. Hey look everybody! We made it to the prompt title! "And Jesus rises from the dead!" Deadpool pulls out his sword, jumps off of the doctors head into a spin and he cuts the terrorist's dick off. "Oy Vey!" The terrorist reaches for the gun that he dropped but Deadpool gives him a sharp inspection of his pointy sword. Meanwhile, the plane has began to nosedive and it's up to Deadpool to land the plane. Or, you know, I could just stare at the tits on this flight attendant for a while longer. "William Wade, I will guide you on how to land the plane." "Patrick Fucking Stewart, get that sexy voice out of my head and into my bed!" | 6TLLX |
"I just want to know how you got it." "Trade secret. Are you buying or not?" " ..." I thought. "How am I supposed to know you're not scamming me if I don't even know how you got it?" "The same reason you still eat processed foods, I suppose. I see you're trying to buy time, but I'm only selling it for real cash." In an alley, a young street rat talked to a shady dealer who sat over a steel vault. He had a thousand to pay up front, but past mistakes had weaned him off of sudden ventures. Especially something so shady..... "It's the fabric of time, kid. I don't know what to tell you." "That's not the- alright. You know what? How much can I buy with a thousand dollars?" "A hundred square feet. Actually, you know, you're my first buyer." The man opened the steel vault. Stood directly in front of it as if to prevent anyone from seeing the inside. A solid deep blue fabric, wrapped in iron chains. "Careful. Time flies when you're not paying attention." The street rat thought that the man was using far too many puns. At the same time, those iron chains looked like serious business. The hoodlum kicked a briefcase open in front of the dealer. They looked at each other distrustfully, both reaching gingerly and snapping up their items as they received them. And then there was a snap, like the bong of a clocktower. The dealer was just gone. There was a note, though. That's the fun thing about it. You always either have too much or not enough. When you use it is as important as how you use it. ..... Huh. - In another place, a shady man with a six-o-clock shadow and a dirty snapback sat in front of a sewing machine. Doing nothing. Like most things, the easiest way to harness time was by killing it. - AN: I wanted to do more about the person who bought the fabric of time, but maybe later. | PXKhl |
I've been to about five hundred weddings, as both the bride and groom. I've danced with movie stars, hit home runs, and won contests for just about anything you can imagine. All this because I can steal memories. If you want proof, open the envelope in the corner after I finish, but please, hear me out. This morning, I stole the happiest memories of a young child. Didn't think much of it. He was wandering the streets, unsupervised. So I grasped his mind in my power and squeezed out his happiest memory. In it, he was eating pea soup. I kept waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever did. He was homeless. He hadn't eaten in months. That bowl of pea soup was the happiest memory he had. It was then I decided I needed to stop. I went to church for perhaps the first time in my life, and met with Father Gregory for a confession. A first step, if you will. Father Gregory is known for being a kind hearted soul. He is an absolute saint. Free of sin, full of patience, warmth, and understanding. So I felt he would understand when I confessed my sins. Instead, he got eerily quiet. I know it was the worst time to do this. Perhaps the stupidest thing to ever do. But I stole Father Gregory's happiest memory. And I wish I hadn't. It was dark. Underground, or at least indoors at night. My dry, cracked feet picked pebbles off the dirt floor as I trudged forward, carrying a heavy iron lamp whose flame vanished a few feet into the darkness, casting light over a wooden table where a few tools lay. I stopped in front of the bound figure of a young child and set the lantern down. I stroked her hair, grabbed a hacksaw from the table, and..... I think you know the rest. He will plead innocent. He will feign ignorance. He shot me as I left the confession booth, but I got away. I've requested only you be my visitor, because I can trust you and because he can't trace me to you. I don't think I have much time left. Beware of Father Gregory- he is not who he appears to be. | 63OJg |
"Hubris stands alone as a sin routinely punished by the gods." said the Kahuna. "Here the millions of the Metal Hordes come to our door. Already millions have drowned. Rage ?" asked Gohan, dropping his sword and pointing at them all with both hands outstretched in front of him. The men roared simultaneously but stopped for only an instant before again raising their weapons high above their heads...only this time they did so proudly even though it was clear that each one knew he or she would die soon enough if not sooner from whatever terror lay ahead! There were also those who held swords behind themselves ready to fight back should any enemies rear up unexpectedly within rangebut none moved forward despite seeing what appeared on screen: The hordes had passed over top of them already heading straight toward Konoha City itself where Kakashi's army waited patiently outside its walls waiting for something like this momentous crisis moment when finally everything changed forever into yet another new reality never imagined heretofore either then nor now; some parting words spoken aloud amid oaths uttered among friends amongst comrades surrounded just moments ago about how fortunate everyone felt knowing there could be no better warriors than these present ones today prepared once more for battle against such unimaginable odds knowing full well exactly what awaited them upon arrival safely home after which victory celebrations shall surely ensue albeit joyously tempered bittersweetly because every single person knows deep inside somehow without understanding why precisely of course known nevertheless nonetheless certainly recognized beyond doubt while still others might simply remain mute entirely whether respecting silence through indifference perhaps subconsciously fearful stupidly unaware incapable actually unable to speak coherently seemingly indifferent unknowing uncaring unconcerned having chosen wisely refusing ignorance choosing instead resignation opting thus firmly insulating self inward barricaded unto oneself protected away safe guarded shielded defended resisting intruders invading outsiders disturbing invaders alert defending gates protecting doors protecting locks guarding keys unlocked searching rooms safeguarding possessions securing belongings fortifying defenses fencing gaps closing windows reinforcing roofs strengthening foundations sealing cracks repairing breaches penetrating stones fixing holes digging drains sinking wells installing pipes stabilizing structures planning demolishing blankets heating fires freezing cold meals warm water taking baths washing clothes getting sick sleeping eating partying talking fighting working studying smoking dreaming laughing crying weeping praying thanking too much expecting nothing hoping for best preparing warring opposing defending engaging attacking moving retreating watchful vigilant hiding scared running fleeing flying falling dead fallen dying wounded asleep helpless unconscious healing injuries bleeding living breathing peaceful resting peacefully silent rage quitting leaving unable leave alive you cannot winlive This is called Pride Oni-sama Sakaki Yuga has taught me lessons I didn't want To learn Here beneath my feet lies blood We must keep going Through fear Of death And despair With purpose Those are Our names No matter What we say Or do Bloodstained metal Will always make A sound If broken Within this cavern Where Gods dwell It Is written That Death Comes For All Men Be brave let Us burn These bones Before They Run Dry Sacrifice Them In honor So they may go Off Into Valhalla When someone dies An angel cries But angels cant see Tears Can Only See Demons Beerus sat down grumbling keeping himself amused He saw Tenshinhan smiling watching Goku transform slightly shaking His head sadly Remember Me? You're gonna lose good luck kid Who else could defeat your enemy The Black Star Dragonball Fuckin' Doooooo!!!!!!!! Vegeta looked around nervously wondering How long until Jiren noticed Him Now Turned towards Bulma looking very similar old school cool posing dramatically showing off muscles flexing arms stretching neck bulging veins popping veins striking poses effortlessly lifting weights building muscle mass doing pullups hanging leg raises push ups cardio workouts strength training kicking boxing sparring shooting guns fishing hiking hunting exploring swimming traveling playing golf bowling tennis table tennis billiard chipping putting throwing darts skydiving BASE jumping bungee jumps rock climbing mountain biking diving parasailing snorkeling surfing jet skiing kayaking windsurfing sailing kiteboarding wake boarding boating skateboarding snowmobiling horseback riding rollerblading bicycles motorcycling motorcycles driving cars learning languages speaking Spanish French German Italian Arabic Dutch Japanese Mandarin Chinese constructing buildings bridges roads tunnels homes automobiles airplanes helicopters boats ships trains planes zeppelins submarines dirigibles floating islands meteors asteroids space rocks bacteria viruses fungi spores extraterrestrial life virus transmissible disease contagious epidemic plague pandemic flu vaccinations immortality enlightenment egokid happiness love heroism patience mercy kindness wisdom compassion forgiveness courage loyalty humility peace prosperity justice fairness equality integrity faith hope charity bliss suffering misfortune tragedy drama strife depression sadness hopelessness Nobody cares change happens move along chaos eternal order destruction entropy causality disorder status quo reoccurring cycle continual motion progression reincarnation holocaust extermination genocide natural disaster apocalypse nuclear winter environmental collapse global warming climate change deforestation mudslides landslides rainstorms hurricanes earthquakes floods volcanic eruptions tsunamis typhoons tornadoes volcanoes flooding everywhere pollution air toxicity sea toxins soil pollutants groundwater alkalinity acidity CO2 methane oxygen Sulfur Nitrogen Oxygen Carbon Monoxide Phosphorus Lead Mercury Cadmium Hydroxide Sodium Chlorine Sulphuric Acid Potassium Alumina Magnesium Silicate Manganese Titanium Copper Cobalt Aluminum Iron Boron Nickel Lithium Fluoroalkanes Uranium Met TV G peaceful C K U people Dickc endings essential O (Church World Superif Bettie C CO CwaySliter K Soft M K K Sag M CNews Bar Present | 9ol16 |
The lycan house and the Sanguine house has been at war for six months. Truth be told it was petty at first. Just a bunch of guys messing with another groups women but then it turned into a full blown war. No one knew how it started and no one knew how to end it. In the lycan house there was the main leader. Call him daddy. Then there was the enforcer. Call him papa. Then there was the best friend of the leader. Call him uncle. Then there was the man who runs everything and calls all the shots. Call him father. All the girls were his. Call them his children. And then there is me. Call me a lost little girl. | ulSHQ |
The death-bells tolled for the king and continued on into the wedding song. The war had ended when the Sword of the Sun had died defending the Sun King, and when the queen-to-be returned from her mourning, she wore only white and gold. She looked like a ghost. The war had cost the kingdom dearly, the king and his sons, and the remnants of the army were gathered together. The queen-to-be came to inspect the troops, and as she walked among the men, she looked so fragile that it was hard to believe she could ever have defeated a man. But, when she saw the right one, her eyes lit up and a smile crept across her mouth. I will be strong, she thought. The queen-to-be came to the house of a dying soldier and told him his name. She said she wanted him to come with her. He did not believe her. I would not want to do that, he told her. I have killed, she told him. She could see his eyes growing wary. He looked away. The queen-to-be said, I am the only one who can give you a future. Then, what is it like, being the queen-to-be? he asked. I have to marry the king, she said. Do you love him? he asked. She shook her head. No. The soldier looked down at the ground. He didn't have anything else to say. The queen-to-be smiled and told him, I can see you are afraid. He smiled and said, I am not afraid. The queen-to-be, too, smiled and said, I am afraid, too. When the soldier had died, the queen-to-be had the men dig a large pit. The soldiers built a pyre for him and lined the walls of the pit with stones. Then, they set the pyre alight. The soldier told the queen-to-be he wanted to be buried with the things that were closest to him. The queen-to-be told him she would dig up his house and bring the things to him. While she was digging up the house, she found a box of letters the soldier had written. He had written to his wife, and they were all the same. She had cried when she had read them. I am sorry, she told his wife when she gave her the letters. Then, the queen-to-be carried the things from the house and buried them with the soldier. When she had finished, the queen-to-be went and lay down by the sea. The king was waiting. The priest came to prepare the king for his wedding. He combed his hair. He painted his face. He gave him a drink. The priest asked the king if he was ready. Yes, the king said. The king and the priest came out of the palace and the king climbed into a chariot. The priest sat on the back of the chariot and the king went to the wedding hall. The queen-to-be was waiting. They wed in silence. The queen-to-be wore white. The king wore black. The bells tolled. The queen-to-be smiled and looked at the king. He looked back at her. The priest spoke the marriage vows and the king and the queen-to-be repeated them. The sun shone on the king and the queen-to-be. The king took the queen-to-be's hand in his. The priest poured the wine and the king and the queen-to-be drank it. The king held the queen-to-be's hand in his and they walked back to the palace. The priest blessed the king and the queen-to-be and they went up the stairs to the rooms. The queen-to-be took off her wedding dress. She hung it in the wardrobe and put on a blue dress. The king took off his wedding suit. He put it in the wardrobe and lay down on the bed. The queen-to-be looked at the king. He looked back at her. The queen-to-be got up and went to the wardrobe. She took out her white dress and the king's wedding suit. Then, she took the knife. The queen-to-be ran the knife through the king's stomach. Then, she ran it through her own. The priest came to the palace to find out why the bells had stopped tolling. | bzCGY |
"Dashing through the snow.." Santa sung. "I am not singing that song." Wung Shi retorted. "Dashing through the snow!" Santa badgered, staring at his accomplice in anticipation of his continuation of the song. "Look, Wung Shi. If am going to help the Chinese goverment, you better work with me." Wung looked away in reluctance and exasperation, cursing at his tight and uncomfortable elf suit. "In a one horse..open..sleigh." He dragged the verse in a reluctant cadence. "I didn't hear you." Santa leant in his ear, while tying the rope around the neck of the chimney. "In a one horse open..... no, fuck you santa. I am not going to participate in this western nonsense!" Wung snapped, but quickly lowered his voice as they ducked the roaming spotlight from the guards that patrolled the area. "I said I will not participate in western nonsense." Wung whispered, as Santa hooked the rope around his waist. "Listen to me, Wu. "Santa paused, staring down for a moment. "Am only helping you break in to the White house, not out of personal choice, but for some reason unknown to me, your head of state managed to be good for an entire year and I had no option but to fulfill his christmas wishes." Wung cursed under his breath. "Now am going to go in first, and if the coast is clear, I will alert you to jump in." Santa climbed into the dark void, as Wung anchored onto the rope fof support. Santa popped his head back up. "By the way, Wu." "Yes?" "You have been a bad boy this year." | RGnkz |
Everyone called me Dirt on account of the fact that I don't get to shower much - momma always tells me that I have to wait until the water's hot enough to wash my hair and body, so I end up smelling like dirt - but it's not my fault. I've got dirt all over me. I'm really, really sorry, and I'll try to shower more often. You'll see me in a minute, and I'll be clean and smelling like a normal kid. Just like every other day, except today's the first day of the rest of my life. Chapter Two When I woke up, I saw the sign over the door to my bedroom. It read: "You're not ready yet." I didn't even have time to look at the last word. The man with the glasses and the red hair was already standing next to my bed, staring at me. "You're not ready yet." "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "It means you're not ready yet," he said. "But I'm not ready," I insisted. "No, you're not," he said. "You're a good girl, I can see that. I'm sorry that you have to be here, but I need you to understand that you're not ready." "I don't understand." "You're a good girl," he said again. "I can see that. But you're not ready." "Why not?" "I don't know," he said. "Maybe it's because you haven't seen your mother for a long time. Maybe it's because you don't have a father, or a brother, or a sister. Maybe it's because you haven't had any friends. Maybe it's because you haven't been in a classroom, or on a playground, or in a bus, or in a car, or on a plane, or on a ship. Maybe it's because you haven't done any of those things. Maybe it's because you haven't had a life." "I don't understand," I said. "You don't understand?" he asked. "No," I said. "I don't understand." "You're not ready," he said. "I don't understand," I repeated. "You're not ready," he said. "I'm ready," I said. "No, you're not," he said. "Why?" "I don't know," he said. "You're not ready," he said. "I'm ready," I said. "No, you're not," he said. "Why not?" "I don't know," he said. "You're not ready," he said. "Why not?" "I don't know," he said. "You're not ready," he said. "I'm ready," I said. "No, you're not," he said. "Why?" "I don't know," he said. "You're not ready," he said. "I'm ready," I said. "No, you're not," he said. "Why?" "I don't know," he said. "You're not ready," he said. "I'm ready," I said. "No, you're not," he said. "Why?" "I don't know," he said. "You're not ready," he said. "I'm ready," I said. "No, you're not," he said. "Why?" "I don't know," he said. "You're not ready," he said. "I'm ready," I said. "No, you're not," he said. "Why?" "I don't know," he said. "You're not ready," he said. "I'm ready," I said. "No, you're not," he said. "Why?" "I don't know," he said. "You're not ready," he said. "I'm ready," I said. "No, you're not," he said. "Why?" "I don't know," he said. "You're not ready," he said. "I'm ready," I said. "No, you're not," he said. "Why?" "I don't know," he said. | wIrU0 |
"We have come to take you home!" The alien boomed in his most impressive voice. I stared at him. I was currently in the middle of fap session and he had just teleported in. Wasn't there like some kind rule against that? I pulled my pants up. "Mate. While I would likely have not been a very welcoming host if you had used the front door, I am downright awful when disturbed while reliving some stress." I reached over and grabbed the bat. Tested the swing a few times. "Ah what do you intend to do with that?" The blue human looking alien said "Well Mister Genie, I'm going to beat you with this bat. Since medical technology is probably more advanced on your ship, I won't hold back." I then began the beating. The fucker had vanished mid swing after a few hits. That ladies in gentleman is how I met my father in law. Turns out that we are like the racist Amish descendants of the Galaxy. Our ancestors had basically dropped on Earth with nothing but their drop capsules and zero technology to escape from the highly advanced civilisation. We had been recently rediscovered. You might think we have nothing to offer but that's not true. Because of the advanced technology, genetic modification is done very often and casually. This means that you have strange creatures who are all technically human. We are valuable for our very genes. We are the largest concentration of people with a completely pure Human genome. Even the ones who look exactly like us are different. The reason we are also valuable is that we can breed with almost every species in the galaxy. Since our genome is Pure Human, other races can have offspring with Earth Humans and produce stronger children. This is important because some races are so different it makes it impossible to breed with other members of the human races, on top of having really low birth rates. We are basically the most sexually desired race in the Galaxy. | s5uvt |
- So what if I was 5 minutes late!? it's not like the rebels will blow up the Death Star! - I swear man, I should have let you die with the rest of your Fag Order of Faggy Jedis. - fuck you ugly-ass bitch! you're so ugly, that your mom..... - well you weren't a beauty queen when I found you in Mustafar, fucking cripple! - I am really getting tired of your shit..... An almirant enters the room - My lord, rebels seem to have infiltrated, and they seem to have stolen the blue prints of the Death Star Palpatine looks at Vader - Well ain't that some shit... | CKiiY |
I would never lie to you. Never told a lie in my life! Well, I can't say that, we've all had our fair share of little falsehoods, small embellishments, those moments when you don't want to tell your in laws that you didn't enjoy the burnt steak they were so excited about. Where would we be without those moments? I can't tell you I'm always an honest man, but never in my life would I deceive your trust about something like this. That would be rude - no - selfish of me. I want us to be able to trust one another, I want you to have faith in me like I have faith in you. I want you to know that if I've lied to you in the past, whether I've ever done something to test your trust, know that I am deeply sorry for that. But I swear to you that you can trust me about whatever you need to and I promise that I did not, Sleep with your sister. | Odq3R |
The lamppost outside of O'Malley's pub flickered it's final breaths before giving out, drenching the small pub in sinister darkness. The patrons inside were warm, happy and drunk, completely shielded from the cold uninviting night. "So I tell him that's not my wife it's my sister!" She laughed but the sound was lost in the raucous laughter of the booth behind them. A since fell over the two strangers but their glances spoke volumes. She inched closer to him and put her head on his shoulders. "I'd like to see you again..." her words left filled with hope. "Why not come with me tonight?" She inched closer and he could fully smell her perfume: it smelled like strawberries and summer. "I'm sorry I..." "You're not that type of girl, I understand" he put his arm around her and gave her a reassuring smile. Slowly, in an almost imperceptible whisper she began to sing. So low only he could hear her. "Strangers in the night, we were just strangers in the night..." He sat quietly and closed his eyes and listened. She slipped something into his breast pocket and walked away. He immediately reached for it and smiled when he saw her number written in beautiful strokes. A heart punctuated the digits at the end. He put it back and patted it to make sure it was safe. He looked at his watch and frowned. He had to work in 6 hours. When she returned he relayed this unfortunate fact to her. They said they're goodbyes and to his surprised she kissed him on the lips, a small playful kiss that might have meant nothing, or everything. He left with his head spinning and in a daze he somehow ordered a taxi, got home, went through his nightly routine and immediately dozed off. The morning came quickly, birds were singing but they were blurred out by the shriek of his alarm clock. He stood up, a little groggy perhaps more than a little hungover and he proceeded to get ready for work. Just as he was leaving though he ran back and grabbed his jacket from the night before. The number was still there, the paper was a little more crumpled than it had been but the numbers were legible. So he took it with him and went down the stairs of his apartment. His coworker had already warmed up the car. They had been carpooling for years now, and he was always grateful that he was up earlier because the warm car was a blessing to get into on a cold morning. When he got into the car however he smelled something delicious. "What's that smell Jim?" "Huh?" "It smells great in here" "Oh yeah, my wife cooked a strawberry shortcake for me to take to the office" The rest of the drive went by in silence, but he just enjoyed the aroma. It smelled like her perfume, like summer and like strawberries. Once at the office he said bid Jim farewell and walked up to the elevator. Seven stories up he went until the doors opened and revealed a busy office. The words "The New York Times" hung from the wall behind the receptionist for all to see. He flirted with the receptionist and went to his office where tomorrow's edition of the Times awaited his approval. The cover read "Woman's Body Found Outside of Central Park." The face of the woman was displayed clearly. Suddenly a massive chill that started at the base of his skull and ran down the length of his back and into each of his limbs took form. He gulped and his head filled with strawberries and summer. "Jim, has never talked about his wife before..." | oTKa9 |
I adjusted my mic. "Ooookay, let's get this show on the road," I announced, grabbing the script I had been graciously given by my bosses. Thank them, honestly, for this swag. | RgTSV |
"Right. So. You shouldn't." "Why?" "Because..." "See, you don't have a good answer. Nobody does. There is no reason not to. I'm doing it. Watch." "Don't." "Why?" "I don't know. Really, I don't have a good answer to why you shouldn't. I wish I did, but I don't. I'm just as weirded out and alienated by all this as you are. None of it makes any sense. It's all senseless, pointless, and just so utterly devoid of all meaning. But I do know that you want a reason not to. Otherwise, you would have done it already. You wouldn't still be listening to me." " ..." "Okay, look. Maybe I'm not the best person for this. I can't give you a reason not to do it. So maybe, instead, uhm..... Just. Listen. Alright? Just listen." " ..." "Right. So. Uhm..... Do you remember Melinda? She was that girl who came to our school for one term in year 3 and then left. Do you remember her? No? Well, I do. She had these really messy pigtails with hair poking out at all tangents. I remember being fascinated by them in math class. She'd turn her head every now and then to look at something or someone, and those pigtails would bounce around, reaching for one another like infant monkeys grasping for the branches of a tree or something. And, all the little tangents of hair would flail around every which way like delicate little spider's twigs or something like that. I don't know. I liked looking at them. They were more interesting than whatever it was Mrs. Lee wanted to scold us for not knowing about. Anyway, do you remember what happened to her? She was only in class for a term and then she left and nobody noticed. I mean, I guess I only noticed because her pigtails were missing, but that's not the point. She disappeared and recently I found out why. You see, she was the younger sister of one of my older brother's school friends. And when she left, her brother had to leave too. It's just that, well, he told my brother why, before they left, I mean. And, well, I don't know how to say this. My brother said he promised not to tell anyone but since it's been so long, he thought it would be okay to tell me now. He said he'd always wanted to tell someone. Right. So. Uhm. What happened is, I mean why they had to leave, it's because the girl with pigtails was being raped by her father." " ..." "I know, right?" "How the fuck is this supposed to help? God, that story is so bad I just want to do it right now. Fuck." "Alright, I know. Just, I'm getting there, alright? Just, keep listening, would you?" " ..." "So, anyway, I remembered her name. I don't know why. I mean, I can't even remember her face, but I can remember the name of the voice behind the pigtails that would call out'present' whenever the class register was taken. Melinda Payne. God knows why I remember. I do though. So, well, I got curious after my brother told me about that. I just wanted to see if I could find out what became of her. It was a shot in the dark, it really was. A complete fluke, I thought, if I found something. I mean, how would I even recognise her? How many people on facebook have the name'Melinda Payne'? It must be a lot. I'm sure. But I typed it in anyway. And you wouldn't believe it but she was the first hit. She was right there.'Author', facebook said. I couldn't believe it. She had these weird googly eyes and the same blonde hair with stringy tangents extruding all over every which way of her profile. She was right there, smiling. I mean, it wasn't one of those fake smiles. It was a big, fuck-off, I'm-successful-and-happy-despite-everything smiles. She really did look happy. I checked out her books too. And you wouldn't believe it, you really wouldn't!" "What?" "Not only has she published all kinds of stuff about abusive relationships and how to deal with them, but she's set up all these charities and things all over the country where abused women can escape and find solace. I mean, I couldn't help but check out the numbers, and she's helped literally thousands of woman. Thousands of woman who've been beaten, abused, raped, or whatever, have all been given this chance, thanks to her, to escape and become who they really deserve to be. I mean..... It's just..... It's amazing. It really is." "I don't really understand why you're telling me this." "Do you still want to do it?" "Nah, not right now, anyway. I guess not." "How about a beer?" | UCMFX |
"May others insult the size of your genitals!" I could hear her through the open window of the gym locker room. She yelled in a thick Slavic accent, partially concealed ?" | m8eHJ |
On a rainy day, in a quiet town, a wife sits with her husband, enjoying the afternoon. The husband's guttural snoring brings a smile to the wife's face. She quietly taps him on the shoulder, and he awakens to a beautiful, contagious smile. - "Hey." I said. "Hey." she replied. I look at her, studying her crows feet: scars from the many smiles we shared. I catch her steely blue eyes as she studies me in the same fashion. Her eyes deceive the smile on her face: She's worried. "What's wrong?" I ask, frowning. She looks surprised. "What kind of question is that?" she replies, and the fake smile disappears. "I don't know, you just look worried." I state. "Well, my husband is sitting in a hospital bed in front of me. That's a good reason to worry right?" The tense look on her face is replaced with a meek smile, the same exact smile that led me to ask her to marry me so many years ago. I attempt to chuckle, but cough and sputter instead. A deafening silence appears to fill the room. However, we didn't need to say anything: the apparent void of silence was instead filled with the warm memories of 50 years of friendship. "I don't have much time left, I think." I state this rather sad fact, and a tear forms at my eye. I can't tell if it's from my pain medication wearing off, or from the desire to stay on this planet for a few more days, just to be with her. She starts to cry. I reach my hand up, and brush aside her tears. "Don't worry about me. I'm going to where the grass is greener." I show a false, reassuring smile, like a cocky hero saying goodbye to his loved ones as he sets out a certainly suicidal mission. "Besides, you're not so young yourself." I say. "I'll see you soo The look on her face was enough to stop me mid sentence. A tortuous look, like she was slowly dying on the inside: Like things were never going to be okay again. "I won't ever see you again. I can'...... I won'....... never...." She starts sobbing. She suddenly stops, and spends a few seconds composing herself. She states, slowly and sadly: "I can't die. I'm immortal. A god, or a demon. I've tried many times. I've jumped off buildings. I've shot myself, poisoned myself. I just can't." More silence. She continues: "I've seen civilizations rise and fall. I watched as the Library at Alexandria burned to the ground. As men were torn apart by men. As towns were leveled and gassed, and nuked. I've seen it all. And I've never been so sad as I am now. I just want to be with you" For some reason, I believed her. Maybe it was the serious tone of her voice. I mean, things lined up. She knew so many languages, and was familiar with many old cities. She talked to old men like they were old friends. I let the details sink in and think. I take her beautiful, soft hands in mine, and gaze into her familiar face. "I believe you, and I'm sorry. After I'm gone, please move on. I know you love me very much, but I'm not worth more lifetimes of suffering. Please. For me." I suddenly feel very tired. The beeping of the heart monitor begins to slow, and things begin to get blurry around me. No. Not yet. I have one more thing to say. I summon up my remaining strength, and manage to mumble "I love you. More..... than..... life..." It is a rainy day. A widow sits, weeping next to her husband as rain patters against the hospital window, matching the somber atmosphere. Silence fills the room. Nurses and doctors slowly approach her, take her by the hand, and guide her out to a red, old car. She wipes off the carefully applied makeup, and 50 years are immediately removed from her frowning face. She is alone, and has been her entire life. Someone who can not die. A terrible fate. - | 0pfpM |
Psychiatric Summary Log; OFFICER P. Bryce; Initial Condition Opinion, Local Psych; Stable, but unable to perform field duty due to not yet undiagnosed panic-attack like conditions; Secondary Opinion, private contractor; This is clearly newly caused PTSD or some other recent memory trauma, what A - - Hole put this guy on anti-psychotics? Event Summary; Officer confronted with in-line-duty minor execution due to none-violent but otherwise immediate-execution class crime; see full report (not attached) for more detailed information. Initial Session Transcript (Excerpt of complete Report) - Warning, Transcripts are excluded from Explicit Language Censoring Editing Procedure - PSCH: Hello Peter, thank you for coming in today, and on time. Most firem-; BRYCE: Don't fucking call us firemen, call us birds or officers, but never fucking firemen.; Bryce sits on couch in office PSCH: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.; (Names abbreviated for brevity) P: As I was saying, most officers don't ever show up until brought in, the ones who do are almost never on time, your units especially.; B: I thought you weren't supposed to divulge private information on visits.; P: Are you seriously suggesting that the Execution-Level Crimes unit does nothing that, to most people, would often traumatize even the most hardened individuals?; B: Is this supposed to make me feel better, or something? Isn't that what this is supposed to be? To get me from bugging the fuck out anytime I step anywhere anything could happen?; P: Its supposed to make and keep you honest, then WE can work on helping YOU make YOURSELF feel better, I can only help gui -; B: Don't do that fucking Guru of the mind shit on me, please, I understand the concept, I'm just a bit nerped about being, just,; B: Here.; P: (Notably heavy sigh) Lets start light, why would you rather be called bird instead of, hmh, if you don't min -; B: You can say firemen. I'm not gon na -; B: Yeah.; P: So, why bird?; B: Bird is what a lot of minors end up calling us, I think because ' firemen'still exist to fight fires and attempting to explain the difference of the often brutal murdering of people in (Notable air quotes) " Moments of Fiery Passion " and saving people from actual fire, well to me, is a bit of a complex and touchy subject for kids, so, yeah, birds.; P: Thats interesting, and I can see why firemen is a more personally negative and hurtful term to use then I had previously known, thank you for correcting me by the way, but I'm still curious to why specifically is it ' Bird '?; B: Oh, well, parents tell there kids its because we wear black and are like blackbirds in a group, a murder, but the term actually originated when the " unit ," being one guy, and population laws about risk aversion came into effect and began impacting culture, obviously pretty heavily. It came from the name " LoveBird Murderer ," that guy was the first to actually apply the laws to minors, a teenage couple, and set the precedent for peoples belief in the " unwritten " age - out laws, which to current civilian gossip says is around 16.; P: Does that unwritten law carry any weight in the force, or more specifically, in your unit?; B: (Notably Tenses up becomes physically withdrawn); B: No, they do not.; End Transcript (Excerpt of complete Report) | RR1wL |
'Get your fingers out of that nook, dick.' I knew it was a bad idea the moment I heard it, but damned if I let that put a boogie in my chicken. I was going to finish my joke. But the joke was finished with me. The audience was done with me. That day, I became a dancer. -Clark Gable | WNDOF |
Several hundred-thousand years of the most simple, lowly amoeba, built up over a millennia, evolving from ocean to swamp to jungle to forest and plains, and for what? A race that will vanish if it can't expand into space. Sounds like you're describing the Zerg | lqXnG |
The clinic was a dreary place filled with the palpable atmosphere of mounting dread. It was probably some converted abortion clinic - never intended, really, to be cheerful. Whatever it It probably was, it sounded. | GHkJ4 |
Roger dove into the fox hole as bullets tore through the fog filled morning air. He slammed his back against the dirt and exclaimed "Fuck!" in a tone that conveyed a hint of relief but still much more fear. "I'm so fucked..." Roger had been spared the grisly death shared amongst his colleagues. Maybe 15 minutes ago a sneak attack had left them shredded by a halestorm of enemy fire and RPGs, but Roger had been taking a shit, and being the shy guy he was..... had made a 200 yard trip to find the privacy he needed. On his return trip he was spotted by his enemies and made a hasty retreat. Thinking it may be a trap the enemy commander ordered the bulk of his men to stay back and keep the enemy soldier, Roger, pinned down. While ordering a small group to flank him and see what they could find out. Meanwhile Roger began to lose hope as the sound of bullets dancing off the ground a mere meter above his head was drowned out only by the gunfire itself, with only enough time in between bursts to hear the echos fill the entire canyon they were in. It was only when all hope had disintegrated that Roger heard a voice, "don't be afraid Roger, I'm here to protect you." Being quite certain this fox hole had been unoccupied when he had dove in, Rogers hair began to stand up as he slowly turned his gaze in the direction of the mysterious voice. His eyes stopped when they landed on a giant, red, hairy bipedal animal with fangs reaching down to it's waste. "What..... the..." "Please, suspend your disbelief Roger, I'm here to protect you and we don't have much time." Said the animal. "What..... are you?" "We don't have time Roger! I've come from the imagination of your son and he sent me here to protect you. But we have to go NOW! I will draw their fire and you make a hasty retreat. I will catch up. Do you understand???" "No but..... Fuck it. Let's do the damn thing." Roger said, the sound of confidence returning to his voice. "Excellent! Alright here I go!" The large beast of an animal stood up and began to roar so loudly that Roger paused for a moment out of shock but he knew this was his shot so he stayed as low as he could and began his retreat. Within moments Roger felt hot metal slice through his body. He looked down to see blood begin to flow from multiple bullet wounds. As Roger fell to his knees..... the realization that his imagination offered no protection from reality set it..just as it had in the minds of countless religious men who had thought that their gods would save them from the horrors of war. The end. | phNzg |
One day, me and my friend were walking home from school. We walked past a man's house, and we knew that he was a "crazy" person, but at least not on drugs. He comes running out to us, and asks my friend if he wants to try his new teleportation machine. He agrees, and asks "Where will it take me?" The man replies "Just down the street." He powers it on and a mysterious green gas starts to appear. The man tells me to back away as his friend is getting teleported. Almost instantaneously, the machine shuts off and my friend is gone. We walk down the street and we find him. He says "Woah, that was awesome! " , and we continue on our merry way down to our houses. Right after dinner, he texts me with "Can't wait to be the new popular kid at school!" "Wasn't that teleportation machine so awesome? " , I replied "Sure..." I had a bad feeling about what was going to happen at school the next day. In first period, nothing much happened except him telling people he went in a working teleportation machine, but people didn't really care, and thought that he was lying. Second period was sort of the same, except really he couldn't say anything because we had a really strict teacher that would get really upset if you are disrespectful. In third period, when we had a group project, that was all he was talking about. Nobody believed him. He then said "Well, my friend over here witnessed it and can tell you that it did in fact work!" I decided, what's the worst that could happen? After all, I did see him go in that machine and it worked..... I said "Yep, I saw it happen. " , then I realized I made a huge mistake. The mistake wasn't going to hit me now, but soon. News in my school spread like a wildfire. When recess rolls along, everyone in our grade was speaking about it. Me and my friend got a barrage of questions and most of them were "What did it look like?" and "How long did it take?" The questions for me were slowly starting to die down because I was only the witness. My friend was the new popular kid in school. He was a bit immature, so to "retain his popularity," he decided that he had to bully people because, really, that's what popular kids in my school did. This is when it hit me - I shouldn't have said that I saw it happen. He starts to make fun of me, and all of my other friends to keep his "roasting" popularity. This is when I realized he is not your friend. I realized that I kinda didn't follow the prompt (sorry!) but I hope it's interesting nonetheless. | pFzJK |
Everyone called me Dirt on account of the fact that I don't get to shower much - momma always tells me that I have to wait until the water's hot. She says it has something to do with me catching a cold, but I'm pretty sure she's just cheap. Momma's a drunk. She always says I'm her favorite, but I know that's not true - that's why she's always mad at me. I know that because I see the way she treats daddy. He's her favorite. I know this because I hear her and daddy talk about me when they think I'm asleep. They say mean things. They don't mean them, but they say them anyway. I don't think they're bad people - they just don't know what to do with me. I hear them crying sometimes, late at night. I know it's because they don't know what to do with me. They don't know that I'm just lonely. That I'd do anything to be their favorite. I know daddy's going to go away soon. I know he's going to go to Heaven. I know this because momma told me. She told me that she was going to kill him. I've been listening to her and daddy argue at night. They've been arguing a lot more lately, and it's so loud that I can't sleep. Momma says that daddy's not keeping the house clean and that he's lazy. I know he's not lazy. I know that because I'm lazy, and I'm pretty sure I'm my momma's favorite. Momma says that daddy's drinking a lot. She says that he's mean to her. I hear her crying at night, so I know that's not true. I hear her crying a lot. I hear them yelling a lot at night. It wakes me up and keeps me up. Daddy says that momma's got her mind all messed up. That she's crazy. He says that she can't get better until she stops drinking. I know she can't get better. I know that because she said it. I heard her and daddy talking at night. She was crying, and he was telling her that he was going to leave. He said that he couldn't take it anymore. He said he didn't want to be around her anymore because she's crazy. He said he wants me to come with him. She started yelling and saying that I'm not leaving. She said that I'm her favorite. Daddy said that he wasn't going to leave me. He said he was going to call someone to come help her. He said that momma needs help. She started screaming that he can't call anyone because they're going to take me away from her. She said that he can't call anyone because he doesn't love me. She started crying again. She said she wanted to be with daddy, but that she doesn't want me to go with him. She said that I'm her favorite. She started hitting him. I heard a thud, and then I heard him groaning. He said that it hurt. I heard the bedroom door open and her running down the hallway. She was crying and saying that she's sorry. I heard her opening cabinets and rattling them. She was crying and yelling. She said she's sorry. Daddy yelled and told her to stop it. He said that he didn't mean what he said. He said that she's his favorite. She stopped rattling the cabinets. I heard her open the refrigerator and take out a glass bottle. She yelled at daddy and told him that he's crazy and that he's going to leave her. She said that she'll kill him before he leaves. She ran back down the hallway. She ran into my room and slammed the door. She screamed at daddy that he's not going to leave her and that she'll kill him before he leaves. She said that he's her favorite. I heard a crash in the kitchen. Then another crash. Then a thud. I heard daddy yelling at momma, telling her to stop. I heard the bedroom door slam shut. Daddy's not yelling anymore. I hear her crying. I hear her crying and yelling that she' | qx7jG |
"May others insult the size of your genitals!" I could hear her through the open window of the gym locker room. She yelled in a thick Slavic accent, partially concealed by her English-accented words. I didn't know much about my mother's heritage besides that she was of mixed Russian and Polish origin. The rest of our family history had been lost to me. As far as my father knew, he'd been born with blue eyes and blond hair and his entire life consisted of being the man who fathered two sons (not counting the one from when we lived on Long Island). He never spoke ill of the woman who brought us into this world; nor did he ever speak ill of any other women whose sexual activities resulted in pregnancy. Both of those facts made it easier for him to be an active husband and provider while putting up with only sporadic sex. That wasn't easy, given all the golfing trips he took at least once every year to knock back free drinks served in shot glasses marked "bachelor party." But there were compensations: he always bought us new clothes, a new car each time he got paid extra or received some sort of award, and even after I turned twenty-one years old, he gave me 10,000 cash so I could stop working part time and start riding around town just like anybody else, doing whatever girls do. The truth is that my real parents divorced soon after they moved to New York City - and then decided to raise their boys together rather than divide their lives between them. When I asked my dad what kind of work he does, he would say things like, "Oh, you know... investment banking," but then add something more vague. We haven't spoken of him since Mom married my stepfather. Even though I have memories of living both separately with the same people, those days are long over now. My mother has never remarried. In fact, not many people call either of us "parents." "Mother" feels too close to describing someone who birthed us, raised and provided for us, and later abandoned us. My first instinct upon hearing somebody use such terms was always to change the subject or walk away before anything embarrassing might come out. So, often, when people ask questions about where I grew up and how I ended up here, I give cliched answers like "Mom and Dad split up when I was little," which will lead to inquiries about why Mom stayed single, I'll tell them "she doesn't really want kids right now," etc., until eventually I escape the conversation altogether. Few people ever get tired of asking about how I wound up here because most people still assume that everything's cool if you're an orphan. An older aunt told me recently that she believes God wanted me to end up homeless and alone. And yet somehow along the way, I managed to live in three different homes. Perhaps God doesn't make mistakes. I don't think I'm particularly special, except maybe in that none of my birthdays went ignored. Besides, nobody is supposed to die young anyway. It's better to be alive forever. When I was younger, my mom hung posters of Beethoven's Missa Solemnis hanging above the love seat in our apartment whenever I came home late from school. Whenever I inquired about these paintings of string instruments playing a mystical tune, my mom explained that the piece was composed during the German Enlightenment period and represented the transition from medieval church music toward modern classical compositions incorporating themes taken from nature, mythology, and literature. At fourteen, I thought I was pretty smart. A few weeks ago, when a friend mentioned that he heard Beethoven's piano sonata performed by Yo-Yo Ma as a kid, I considered sharing my old mom's explanation, but stopped myself. If the story comes across as strange, well, maybe everyone can connect to something. Not everybody gets to grow up knowing how Mozart wrote his symphonies. Also, you should understand that people aren't always proud of having grown up poor. I've met plenty of rich teenagers. They mostly go places meant to attract wealthy families with lots of money to spend after hours on weekends or vacations. There are private schools. Everything costs a lot. At night, you may stay awake listening to the ocean waves crashing against rocks. By day, perhaps you hang around beaches where people dressed in expensive clothing paddle orange surfboards painted bright colors, while children play under umbrellas next to cliffside cafes serving seafood pastries and teeming with sunburned foreigners drinking beer no less cold than the water below. Some teenagers pretend for awhile that their parents actually care about them, but sooner or later, they find themselves bored with the whole charade. Then they pack their bags and head off to live somewhere else, preferably somewhere warmer. Life isn't perfect, even if it sometimes seems that way. You shouldn't dwell on the bad stuff. Don't let yourself fall down the rabbit hole. Instead, have another person trying to place its present? 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To know the outcome of every decision, to know the most optimal path to create the best world and to know that no matter what they did they would never be able to enact that vision. This was Scientas entire existence. Rare were the moments that they did not contemplate suicide, that did not consider simply giving up and leaving the world to it's subpar state. However they never did give up and never would. The only thing worst than eternity of powerlessness would be dying knowing what would happen to reality if that narcissistic power crazy moronic entropy head was left unchecked. "Hello greatest creator that ever was" said Scientas. This was true as they were the only creator. They were also the worst. "Well anyways you totally need to look at this." They said as they blew up a super nova. "Is that not the greatest thing you have ever seen.?" "Yes" It was actually the 574390580382058 best that Scientas had ever seen. Potentas really liked blowing up supernovas. Thought it was one of the prettiest of sights. Scientas thought it was one of the most boring. "Haha am I not the greatest?" "Yes, yes you are" in the most genuine sounding tone of the world's greatest actor. "Would you ever lie to me?" Potentas asked. "No" lied Scientas. "Well what brings you to bask in my greatness?" "While I know that you are great, even you must have limits. I bet you can't create a carbon based lifeforms." "There's nothing that I can not do. Though mind reminding me what a carbon based lifeforms is?" Holding back a sigh that could last eternity Scientas started explaining. "That Scientas was so stupid" thought Potentas. They always bet that they couldn't do something and every single time Potentas proved them wrong. "When would they learn?" | B7UxF |
" Adam, please open the door and let us talk. We can figure this out together without causing anyone to get hurt again. " " Again? No, I need to " | ErnUN |
"I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss." "Thank you, Mr...?" "Hanson. Terry Hanson." "Thank you, Mr. Hanson. How did you know my father?" "I'm president of our fantasy football league, here in Winnipeg. I, uh, actually run the entire Western Canadian division of the league." "I see. I have to admit, I did not know that. I didn't even know my father was a member of a fantasy football league." "Oh, yes, he was a huge participant, and had been since the early days....you would have been just a baby then, I think." "Ah." "Anyway, I just wanted to pay my respects. He was a good man, and we all miss him." "Thank you very much. I appreciate your taking the time to come out today." "No worries If there's anything I can do...?" "I'll be sure to be in touch if there is. Thanks again for coming." "Yeah." He briefly shook my hand. "Again, I'm so sorry to hear he'd passed on." I nodded as he turned and slowly walked away. | u4aeI |
"Fireflies." Kelly turned. The man sat across from her, legs stretched across the aisle. "Were you talking to me?" she asked, knowing that he had to have been, or else she was just having a crazy daydream. "Yeah." He nodded. "I'm Brian." "Kelly." She smiled, trying to see in his eyes what he was thinking. He was as much of a stranger to her as she was to him, but she liked that he'd approached her. She was always a little self-conscious, wondering what people thought of her, if they liked her, if they thought she was pretty. She knew that she was. She had pretty green eyes and a very pretty face, but she was shy, and she knew that most people assumed she was stuck up. "Nice to meet you, Kelly." He smiled, his teeth white and straight. He was older than her, in his twenties probably. She hoped he wasn't married. She laughed. "You too. What's the book?" She nodded towards the book he was holding. He'd been reading it when he'd spoken to her. "French." He turned the book towards her, but she couldn't read the title. "It's really good. It's about a lot of people, and how they're all related, and how their lives intersect. You should read it." "I will." Kelly wondered if he was flirting with her. She hoped so. He had nice hair and a nice smile. She couldn't really see his eyes, but she knew they were nice too. "What's your favorite part?" "The beginning." He laughed, and she smiled. "I just started it. I like how it's written. It's really clear and straightforward, you know? It's about a girl who's getting married. I think she's the main character, but I don't know yet." "Oh." Kelly nodded. "Are you getting married?" She laughed, but she hoped that he wasn't. She knew that he was older than her, and she knew that he could be married, but she hoped that he wasn't. "No." He shook his head. "I'm not getting married. I don't have a girlfriend, though. But I'm not getting married." "Oh." Kelly laughed again. She was relieved that he wasn't getting married, but she wasn't really sure what she'd do if he asked her out. She knew that she was pretty, but she didn't know if she was his type, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to go out with him. "Cool." "Yeah." He nodded. "Do you like to read?" "Yeah." Kelly smiled. "I do. I like a lot of different books." "I like a lot of different books too." He laughed. "I think I like science fiction the best." "I like that too." Kelly hoped that he would ask her out. She'd always wanted to go out with a guy who liked science fiction, and she'd always wanted to go out with a guy who liked to read. She wondered if he knew where she lived. She hoped he did, because she didn't really want to go out with someone who lived far away from her. She'd never go out with someone who lived too far away. "Do you want to go out sometime?" He looked at her. "Sure." Kelly felt her cheeks grow hot. "That would be fun." She wondered if she should give him her phone number, but she didn't really want to give him her phone number, and she didn't really want him to know where she lived. She wanted him to wait for her at the bus stop one day, and then she'd know that he was there for her, and he'd know that she wanted to see him. "Great." He smiled. "I'll see you around, okay?" "Yeah." She nodded. "I'll see you around." She wondered if he would be waiting for her at the bus stop. "I'll be waiting." He winked, and she smiled. She knew that she'd see him again. "Cool." She nodded. She wondered if he knew where she lived. She hoped that he did, but she hoped that he didn't. She hoped that he'd have to wait for her at the bus stop, and she hoped that he'd know that she liked him, and she hoped that he'd | a25S1 |
"Clarissa!" he yelled hoarsely but she didn't hear, "Clarissa" he repeated, voice straining, but it was useless. Everything was changing again. John hurried forwards through the street trying to focus on the retreating figure. New York looked just as he'd remembered only the colours were just off, a little too bright giving it all a surreal edge. Central park looked beautiful in the autumn sun though he barely had time to register it all as he followed her into it. His heart was in his throat and though he could never physically tire any more, he'd found the dreaming was wearing on him mentally and if he didn't focus hard enough he'd be lost in the shared psychosphere like an errant thought eternally adrift. The sky was loosing it's definition. Orange sunset was morphing into swells of rainbow starbursts that reminded him of the Arctic lights that..... he was cold and it was night and he fell ungraciously in a heap amongst the snow-drifts. John coughed and raised himself slowly, feeling the chill bite of the winds and fumbled for his torch. It was so dark out here and the others would be waiting for him, overhead the northern lights played a magnificent display of colour..... of colour that..... John stared at his hands. This wasn't right was it? He could hear the others calling to him to hurry up, they were going to lose the race if he didn't- His left hand was gloveless. He stared at it feeling terribly confused but felt his eyes focus on one thing, a symbol, a twisted circle, the symbol of infinity tattooed to his thumb that- "Clarissa" he mumbled, remembering. The snow around him started to melt away, dissolving and morphing. Clarissa. Focus. When he opened his eyes he was in the park again. Focus John begged himself, to let his mind wonder would mean losing her again and his heart ached so very much. Standing up he found himself next to a small pond and saw the figure sitting on the bench, soaking up the sun. She had her eyes closed and for a moment he admired that perfectly sculpted face as beautiful as he'd ever imagined. He settled into the seat slowly and watched her eyes fling open, those emeralds shining at him happily as she leant over and gave him a peck then hugged him. He savoured the embrace and, despite himself, cried. She pulled back in alarm. "What's the matter" she asked, "I've been waiting for your for aaaages" she said with a confused laugh. John looked around, remembering this day, and he laughed too, wiping away his tears. "I know" he replied, "I was looking for you for a long time." | dxd0S |
Some people train for combat by going to the gym. By sparring. The fools. I know every facet of the human body. Every weak point, every organ. I can visualize the human body in all its glorious detail. I can see it from every angle, imagine it in every configuration. I can visualize it as clearly as a photograph. My training is mental. It's all in my mind. In the morning, after I wake up, I spend an hour on visualization exercises. I imagine myself dealing with various situations and challenges. I imagine various opponents and how I would deal with them. I imagine myself as a ninja. A master of stealth and deception. I am the wind. I am the shadows. I am death. I am Bakugou Katsuki, and I will be the strongest hero. | A5fel |
It started out cool. We only had like 12,000 residents. Then the humans found out the true religion. Who ever let the dogs out fucked everything up. Soon as you know it everyone was at the pearly fucking gates. I was pissed. I was doing overtime reading the fucking book of life for 10 years at a time. After the 360th riot, we started to let everybody in cause the milk was spilled, we had to. I was sick of the Man breathing down my neck stressing me off a Hell quota he knew damn well I couldn't fulfill. So the cloudy paradise turned to fucking Rio De Jeniero. All the humans brought there earthly possessions into Heaven cause they found out you could bring all your money to the afterlife. Guns, Dope, Sex, and Basketball ran rampant. I was just here for the close connection to my Lord and Savior but who the fuck was I? The Man grew negligent. Gave me the Love of the Lord budget for me to do as I pleased. I called in the Angel Militia of All that's Holy. Martial law ensued. The Angels and I implied a 1000 year curfew but the drugs and 500 year Warriors Basketball games ensued. I wrote a bill to impeach The Man for his lack of guidance. But who gives a fuck. Go Warriors! | D12hy |
Bennie doodled on the side of her notebook. It was the one advantage to using paper and pen in the classroom instead of a tablet, and occupied her hands while she listened to Miss Mills's lecture. She wasn't paying attention to the topic, though, and the doodle was as abstract as her thoughts. She wasn't thinking about anything in particular, just feeling out of sorts. She'd told Grace that she didn't want to leave Shuttle. She didn't want to leave Ben and Aunt Beatrice. She didn't want to leave her friends at school. But she didn't feel like she was being honest. She did want to leave, but that wasn't the only reason. She didn't feel safe. Aunt Beatrice was right. She'd been telling the truth when she'd said she didn't know what the League had planned for her. She didn't. When she left them - When she left them, would they - She didn't know. She didn't know if she could take that risk. She didn't want to leave, but she didn't want to die, either. The girl next to her shifted in her seat. Bennie looked up and saw that the kid had a bandage on her face. "You're not doing so well," Bennie said. The girl jerked her head toward Bennie. "What?" Bennie tilted her head. "You've got a bandage on your face." "It's nothing." "It looks like something." "It's nothing." Bennie ignored her. "You were in the hospital." "It's nothing." "It looks bad." The girl crossed her arms. "It's nothing." Bennie sighed. "Isn't that why you're in here? To learn?" "Maybe," said the girl. "But I don't have to listen to what you say." "Then let's not," said Bennie. The girl grinned. "You're funny." "I'm not. I'm just a doodler." The girl laughed. Bennie grinned back. "You're wrong. I am funny. I just don't know how to use it." "I don't know how to use anything ," said the girl. "You do." The girl raised her eyebrows. "How do you know?" "Because I know how to use it. And that's something you can learn." The girl shook her head. "No. I don't think so." Bennie sighed. "I think so." The girl scowled and turned back to her notebook. Bennie sighed again. The school day dragged on and on. Bennie didn't know what to do. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. After school, she walked home. She crossed the street by the school and cut through the park. She headed toward the lake, toward the bench that she'd sat on when she'd had her first conversation with Ben. On the way, she passed the basketball court. She slowed down and stopped. "Hi," said a voice. Bennie turned around. It was the girl from class. "Hello." "Did you go to the game?" "Yes." "It was so exciting," said the girl. "I've never seen anything like it." "It was a good game," said Bennie. "You know, I've never talked to anyone like you before." Bennie smiled. "You're not very good at it." The girl laughed. "I guess not." "Do you want to walk home with me?" The girl nodded. "Do you live far?" Bennie pointed in the direction of the lake. "Just over there." They started walking. "So," said the girl. "You want to know more about me?" "Sure," said Bennie. "But you don't have to tell me anything." The girl laughed. "I know that. It's just a joke." "I know that, too," said Bennie. "Well, then," said the girl. "My name is Gigi. You can call me Gigi." "Hi, Gigi." Gigi smiled. "You can call me that, too." "That," said Bennie | Joco6 |
"Will I be safe?" Asked Christopher. There was a moment of silence. The words came slithering from the dark in a low and comforting tone. A whisper. "Of course..." A "I'll be safe," the tiger assured. | r2ja7 |
" Just stay home today. " Olliver's hand holding the spoon stopped mid-way through putting the cereal in his mouth. He looked at the cheerful labrador retriever A.I. on the wall. "That's it?" " Yes. " The dog assented, wagging its tail. " Stay home today, Olly. " "Well..... alright then, Laplace." Olliver shrugged and turned to his cereal again. "I'll just come straight back after work today. Maybe catch up on some TV series." " No. " Said the A.I., shaking its virtual dog-like head. " Do not go to work. Just stay home today. " Well, that was getting weird. "Uhh..... any particular reason? Should I board the house? Is there a storm coming?" Usually that would be the first thing the A.I. would warn him about, however. " No need. Feel free to keep the windows open. " Laplace said patiently. " Just stay home today. " "Well..... I got ta call work then " I have already done that. It was going to be an easy day for you, so some co-workers will be doing your assignments without greatly impeding them. " "Well..... alright then. Staying home is going to bring a few problems at work." Olliver knew how the A.I.'s thought process works, but it still paid to ask it these questions. "Is staying home going to help the world more that it would be a net sum overall, Laplace?" " Correct. " "Well, alright then. Thanks Laplace." It was weird, but Olliver didn't complain - he just got a day off courtesy of his own A.I.... Without changing out of his pajamas he went to watch some shows on TV, shutting out the lights to create a small cinema view. After about three hours binge-watching however he got tired and went to his computer to play some games. Stopping briefly only to eat lunch he kept at it for four hours before getting tired as well. It was now midafternoon and Olliver decided to take the A.I.'s suggestion and opened the windows. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and a soft breeze was blowing, refreshing Olliver as he observed the neighborhood from the windowsill. A few kids were outside playing ball, which surprised him as that was not an unusual sight. The kids waved at him and Olliver waved back. Olliver observed a gardener work his neighbor's tree under the sun and offered the man a glass of water, realizing it wasn't strictly breaking the suggestion of the A.I.... The gardener gratefully thanked him and even did some small talk before going back to hacking off some extra branches. Against all odds Olliver stayed at the windowsill for a few more hours, talking to a few neighbors and enjoying the beautiful day. Eventually he got up and went to his kitchen for dinner. Olliver turned himself on and wagged its tail. " Had a good day, Olliver? " "Yeah." He nodded, pouring some juice into a glass. "Laplace? Are you sure this helped the world in some fashion? I don't feel like I made a difference." " Absolutely. " "Care to explain?" " You stayed home and relaxed. " "I don't think I follow, Laplace." The picture of a dog wagged its tail. " You have been under quite a bit of stress as of late, Olliver. Many problems at work, your friends have been getting busier and busier, your girlfriend is out of town for a few more days. You would leave and possibly get irritated at others. In doing so you would cause perhaps a few of them to get irritated, which would would cause a chain reaction that would negatively impact possibly hundreds of others. However, in staying home you took an unexpected day out, you helped someone whose job is grueling manual labor, had a talk with neighbors that until a few hours ago you didn't even remember their names, and simply improved your mood greatly. When you go to work tomorrow, your good mood will reflect onto others, which might make them feel better about the day and spread this goodwill to hundreds of others. " Olliver ate his sandwich in silence as he heard that. "Well Laplace, whatever you say. I hope you don't mind if I say I want you to schedule a technician to see if you don't have any bugs just in case." " Scheduled. Have a pleasant evening Olliver. " | fH3W6 |
The old joke goes that the one thing you can derive about the creator by observing his creation is an inordinate fondness for beetles. It was very difficult to get that out of my mind while talking to the emissary. It must weigh at least 500 kilos, but it is also strangely lovely in the way of a racehorse or cat.... The shell has a shiny lacquered finish, and is covered in what has to be body art - the alien equivalent of tatoos. It's holding what is obviously an input device of some sort in a pair of seven fingered hands. "TESTING. t.... inaudibleing? Testing. This a good level? Oh, good. And now, for the boilerplate legalese. I do apologize, but it has been tradition for half a billion years." "According to the foundational laws of the Accord, we welcome you to commonwealth of the stars, and offer the wisdom of the ages as to how to safely handle the instrumentalities of Armageddon, which you have recently discovered lest the universe entire be rendered unlivable." "Yada, yada yada. I see you looking a bit pale. Don't worry - We have excellent protocols for safe AI design, genomic engineering and self-replicant design. They've held for 3 billion years and thousands of species! They'll work just as well for humanity. It's important, but it's routine. New species evolves, manages to not kill itself, ascends the path of mastery over the physical universe until they reach the level where they might do something large scale stupid, and we advise them how not to do that. Then they dont. Perfectly normal!. " The emissary must have spent a lot of time studying human body language. I can imagine no other explanation for how a giant beetle could convey curiosity to me by posture. " ...... But.... Our sociologists and political scientists are very curious! How on earth did you manage to get this sophisticated a technological base up and running with this kind of tax system? You invented the Land Value Tax and you are not using it That's unique! And your IP laws? Tell me, where the legislators that came up with them very high?" | 0mBhz |
Once every hundred years, the small town of Pine Grove was plagued by an ancient creature known only as The Beast. The townsfolk had learned to stay indoors during the week that it prowled the woods outside of town. However, a group of five teenagers, eager to party, decide to rent a secluded cabin in the forest for the very week that the beast was due to make an appearance. As the teenagers settled into the cabin, they quickly began to let loose with alcohol, drugs, and sex. Little did they know that they were being watched by The Beast, a grotesque monster with razor-sharp teeth and claws. With each passing hour, The Beast grew increasingly agitated as it sensed the presence of the teenagers nearby. As it began to close in on the cabin, one of the teens, named Jake, began to feel a strange sensation in his body. He knew that he was a werewolf, and that the full moon was rising. Jake knew that he had to use his powers to protect his friends from certain death at the hands of The Beast. As The Beast closed in, Jake transformed into a powerful werewolf, his fur bristling with energy and his claws at the ready. The monster launched itself at the cabin, clawing at the walls and windows. But Jake was ready, and he charged at The Beast with all his might. Claw met claw in a fierce struggle that lasted for what felt like hours. Finally, though, Jake emerged victorious, the mighty werewolf having slain The Beast. As the sun rose on the forest, the teenagers emerged from the cabin, stunned and a little worse for wear. They had no idea what had just transpired, but Jake knew that he had saved their lives. From that day forward, the teenagers were never again so reckless, and they learned to respect the power of the supernatural. | YLFuh |
The death-bells tolled for the king and continued on into the wedding song. The war had ended when the Sword of the Sun had died defending the Sun King, and all the other lords who had served him had followed him into death. And when they did, the Alyrion Empire, the greatest empire the world had ever known, had come crashing down like a house of cards. After the death-bells and the wedding song, they burned the king's body with a pyre as tall as a tower, and the flames leapt up into the night sky. He was a great and strong king, and the fire was a king's fire. And when it died down, there was nothing left but ashes and blackened bone. They placed the ashes in a golden casket with a golden seal, and then they sealed it inside a massive golden coffin as tall as a man. When the king was dead, the Duke of Lys was to have been the next ruler of the kingdom. But there was a great deal of argument about that. The king's own family, the Dukes of Arderia and the Dukes of Chidair, refused to yield the crown to him. The Duke of Lys had been a king's advisor, and that was not the same as being a king. The Lords of the other provinces - the Dukes of Alyr, the Dukes of the Marshes, the Dukes of the North, the Dukes of the Plains - all said the same. But the Duke of Lys was an ambitious man, and he had a great deal of gold. In the end, he threw a great feast, and when the other nobles were drunk, he had the guards take away all their gold, their valuables, even their weapons, and he had them sign a paper that made him the king. When they sobered up, the nobles were furious and cried treachery, but there was nothing they could do about it, for they were all now penniless and disarmed. The Duke of Lys also had a great deal of spies, and his spies told him that if he killed all the other lords, their sons would come back and take revenge on him. This was a very good plan, but the Duke of Lys was a very cautious man, and he was worried that if he killed them all at once, the guards would rise up against him. So he didn't kill them all at once. Instead, he killed one lord each week. The other lords learned about this and began to flee the capital, but the Duke of Lys's spies were everywhere, and they were very, very good at tracking people. They brought the lords back to the palace, and the Duke of Lys had them hanged. The other lords' sons gathered and formed a great army, but they were young and not yet well trained. The Duke of Lys sent his own army against them, and they were beaten back. The Duke of Lys sent his army against them again, and this time the Duke of Lys's army was beaten. He sent his army against them a third time, and this time the Duke of Lys's army won again. The sons of the lords were exhausted, and their food and weapons were running low. They also could not agree on what to do next. The Duke of Lys's army was still far larger than theirs, and so some of the sons of the lords said that they should flee, because they could fight again another day. But others said that the only way to win was to kill the Duke of Lys. The Duke of Lys would have no more sons to take revenge. They argued about this for a long time, but in the end they agreed that the Duke of Lys had to die. They surrounded the palace, and they waited for the Duke of Lys to come out. But the Duke of Lys was very cautious, and he never left his palace. Instead, he sent his own army against them again. The Duke of Lys's army was large and well armed, and it was led by the Duke of Lys's own son, the young Duke of Lys, who was a great warrior. The army rode out of the city and met the sons of the lords on the field, and there they fought, and there they died. When the battle was over, the sons of the lords were defeated. They were prisoners now. The Duke of Lys took all the sons of the lords to the great arena, and he had them all killed there. | oh7xH |
"Yes, it is a loophole, no that doesn't change our position." Saint-Peter impatiently drummed his fingers on his lecturn, dreaming of the day he'd be allowed to retire. "But I owe you an apology for my rudeness, sir." | tBNKp |
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It's funny. Being a hitman is nothing like what you see in the movies. No awesome ghillie suit, no barcode tattoo on your bald-ass head. You just have to know what to look for when hiring a hitman | OmzLW |
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I figured out the world, everyone was dying. Death and despair in Mexico, a flood in China, the world coming to an end. But, I was not dead. I thought back to 2 weeks ago, when I briefed the president. "Sir, a man is coughing in Brazil!" I said. His wisdom astounded me, and he said. Shut Down EVERYTHING! Madagascar self-quarantined itself, and the world thought we were insane. But they didn't know about our worldwide intelligence network, greater than the CIA, KGB, and MOSSAD combined at their peak. He knew the disease, the disease known as "super-awesome-mega-ebola-death," would kill us all if we didn't act quickly. Our intelligence network extended so far, we found out what was next to our flat world. It was a website, called "9GAG." Instantly, we knew that we would live forever, as even we knew that any retard that browsed 9GAG couldn't beat one of the [ hardest games on the internet. ] (http: ) | vSWBV |
I was in the school cafeteria the first time I thought about the inevitability of death. The pale, pasty white skinny lad that I was, I couldn't think of much else as I sat in the cafeteria line. When it was my turn, the lunch lady put some food on my tray and I waited for her to put the food on my tray. She looked at me, and I knew she was going to ask me what I wanted, and I just couldn't speak. I looked at my lap, and my head started to spin. I guessed I was going to throw up. But I couldn't. I didn't know what to do. I'd never been in this position before. I kept thinking that if I could just get up and walk out of the cafeteria, away from everyone, and go into a bathroom or something, I could throw up. And then I wouldn't have to sit here in this cafeteria line. But I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I felt like a hypnotist's subject, unable to move, unable to speak. I don't know what I would have done if the lunch lady hadn't walked away, and a girl I didn't know came over and put her hand on my arm. "What's wrong?" she asked. I couldn't speak. I just couldn't. I tried to say, "I have to throw up," but all that came out was a whisper. The girl didn't say anything else. She just walked me over to the bathroom, and I spent the next 30 minutes in there, not throwing up, but thinking a lot. I thought about my life, and the life of the girl who had led me into the bathroom. I thought about the life of the lunch lady. I thought about what it would be like to die. And I started to cry. I thought a lot about death that day. I thought a lot about death in the years that followed. I thought about death every day for years. I even wrote a poem about it: Death's Door Death's door Is shut You're in the hall You're not in the hall Death's door Is shut You're not in the hall Death's door Is open You're in the hall You're not in the hall Death's door Is open You're in the hall You're not in the hall Death's door Is shut You're in the hall You're not in the hall Death's door Is open You're in the hall You're not in the hall Death's door Is shut You're in the hall You're not in the hall Death's door Is open You're in the hall You're not in the hall Death's door Is shut You're in the hall You're not in the hall Death's door Is open You're in the hall You're not in the hall Death's door Is shut You're in the hall You're not in the hall Death's door Is open Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door Death's door | aaZmw |
John awoke, and then promptly wished he hadn't. Not that sleeping was better, mind you. He'd had that nightmare again. The same one he'd been having practically every night, ever since he'd got back from his tour of duty. The one where the events of said tour endlessly replayed themselves in hellish detail. He wasn't a violent person by nature, but times were hard and the economy harder. He'd needed the money. So had his family, for that matter. So when those adverts had begun to spring up, from those enterprising private security firms itching to put recent cybernetic advances to use, he'd gone for it. It was a way out, if nothing else. At first, it was pretty cool. Scratch that, it was incredible. He could outrun a motorbike, lift a car with ease, and leap single-story buildings in one jump. His eyes could highlight and share targets with his squad mates and his body could shut down his very nerves if he was injured. He'd felt invincible. But some of those blessings had just as easily turned out to be curses. The monotony of endless patrols was that much worse when your brain's glucose levels were automatically filtered, keeping it at peak efficiency. Super-hearing was fine when you're listening at doors, but when an IED goes off next to your vehicle it could overwhelmed you and left you catatonic for hours, if not days. The constant stares of mistrustful wariness (if not outright fear) from the locals didn't help either. And then there were the reaction times. The reaction times were the worst. He'd been jumpy, that day. Twitchy. His whole squad has been. Attacks had been on the increase in their area, with more bombs and more casualties practically every day. So when his sensors had picked up a small, roughly grenade-sized object hurtling towards them, they didn't think. They didn't have time to think. They simply reacted. In seconds they'd all turned, picked their targets and fired, each shot hitting precisely where they were targeted. The problem was that the object wasn't a grenade, nor were the assailants they'd expertly shot insurgents out for blood. They'd been merely children, playing baseball. One of them had presumably swung the bat wrong, and sent the ball hurtling towards the military cyborgs purely by accident. An accident that cost them their lives. John sighed, and got up to get himself a cup of coffee. It wouldn't perk him up, but it would keep him distracted for a minute or two. And he didn't think he'd be getting any more sleep that night anyway. | La5ME |
Ok, so let's see here. I'm Lavian Wrynn, son of Anduin and grandson of Varian, otherwise known as the supposed chosen one destined to save Azeroth from the threat that is industrialization. The people of the Alliance and Horde have both merged with each other, creating a single, bureaucratic government led by Jaina Proudmoore and Thrall, which I really don't understand. I don't know what they're doing, but it's going to spell doom to this entire continent. Soon enough, even that unspeaking NPC from down the street has one of those new BlizzPhones, and the people of Azeroth seem to be building these new skyscrapers, or some shit like that. What the hell. I thought Azeroth was a fantasy realm, not some sort of EA ripoff! God, what the hell are they doing? It's all started with that stupid selfie cam, didn't it? Oh god. So, let's see here. The plan? Take control of Azeroth's marketing plan, destroy the blueprints holding up the system, convince the Horde and Alliance leaders to tear apart the faction, and keep Azeroth as the original power that it always was. Yeah, that seems right. Let's get this moving here. I hop on my mount and ride over to the city of Stormwind, which now looks like something ripped out of SimCity. Ok then. We're gon na die. There are these monstrous cranes out here, all these bulldozers and mana factories, which seemingly got implemented for no fucking reason whatsoever, except to ruin this game. Fine. To the joint headquarters. I try my best to talk to the NPCs, but they seem to not hear me. Every single fucking one. " I'm Lavian Wrynn, daughter of Anduin and granddaughter of Varian, god dammit, listen to me! " I yell. They still don't listen. Only when I try to fire a frostbolt at their heads is when they turn around and greet me, and then they go back on their phones again. I kill them out of frustration, but they get rezzed, still browsing their fucking phones. Damn it. Even though all these joint HQs are kind of pointless anyway, I can't help but try to take them down. Suddenly, I realize something. I do no damage to anyone, or anything, I can't even destroy the domain. I'm an NPC. I can't even contact fucking Customer Support, or anything like that, and ask them to change things. Everything is going to go to plan, and money-grubbing, ten-dollar skin Blizzard is going to guarantee that. Fuck my life. | zCaos |
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