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A dog witnesses something that we humans consider perfectly innocuous and normal, but to them is horrifying. Write from the dog's perspective, don't reveal what the normal thing is until the end. | Abigail rescued me from the place with the cages and the fences and the fear. She took me in. She fed me. She held me. She gave me a home, a life, and a family. On the back of her car, I read the scribbles that she calls a *bumper sticker*. It says, "who rescued who?"
You rescued me, Abigail. And while you smell happi... | The giant white dragon is back.
He lives in the tall cupboard and breathes a cold, biting fog that turns the air into a stinging white cloud.
I watched from my spot on the tile as my Pack Leader approached it. He didn’t flinch when it opened. He didn’t fear the dragon’s frozen, icy breath. Instead, he reached deep in... | 516 |
You have died, and in the afterlife have learned that each ghost may interfere on Earth only once while in eternity. Today is the day you have decided it's time. | Death has taught me a lot about parenting. A lot that I wish I knew back when I was still alive raising Rebecca. I was always so careful! I always had one eye on her, making sure she didn't choke on anything, or run through the rain and catch a cold, or fall down and get scrapes. I realize now that I was one of those h... | The fluorescent light above me flickered once, twice, then steadied into its usual dead hum. The hum was everywhere. The hum was the sound of eternity itself. I remember the exact moment I made my decision. The air was thick with something, antiseptic and old paper and something else, something I couldn't name. The rul... | 349 |
"Please hold." The villain's secretary sets the phone down and turns to her boss, a look of consternation on her face. "It's Make-a-Wish. A fan of yours wants to meet you." | The Psychopomp slowly strode through the hospital doors, glancing from side to side as the nurses and custodians scampered away.
He'd worked this city, the Perfect Assassin, for a long time, and he'd built up a fearsome reputation for efficiency in that time. And while he'd never directly caused collateral casualties ... | The villain slowly set the fountain pen down, the click of the metal against the mahogany desk echoing in the sterile silence of the office. He didn’t look up.
"Make-a-Wish," he repeated, the name tasting like iron and ash on his tongue. He leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking under his weight. He looked at ... | 593 |
Civilizations in the galaxy all use magic, biomanipulation, psionics, runes, faith, or cultivation. Humanity's god chose the hardest path for us - technology. But technology has some surprises the others do not. | The Asuran's aura-clad fist impacted Max's chest with such force that it sent him hurtling backward. His back slammed into jagged rock, only his composite armor preventing his spine from snapping like a twig.
He rose to all fours and wheezed in a breath. The Asuran approached unhurriedly, his four-armed figure wreathe... | The Galactic Council calls it the "Hard Path." They call it "The Dead End."
For ten millennia, humanity has been the galaxy’s laughingstock. While the K’thari sculpted their cities from living coral through psionic resonance, and the Valari folded space using ancient runic geometric patterns, humanity spent forty thou... | 542 |
In a botched experiment, you accidentally wiped out the rest of humanity. Ten years later, you still feel the emptiness of being the last of your kind. Suddenly you hear a voice. "So this is the past huh? Man did my grandpa have it rough." These are the first spoken words you hear in a decade. | When he began work on his device, his skin was pearl-smooth, his hair walnut-dark. Now his forehead’s been whittled by time’s knife into rows of wrinkled gullies. Greasy grey hairs splash over his bloodshot eyes.
But it is done. Finally.
It looks like a great silver harp with a thousand strings — but these strings ar... | I didn’t look up from the hydroponic tubes. The sound hit me like a gunshot in a vacuum. I froze, a handful of nutrient-rich soil still clutched in my right hand, and the heavy, rusted trowel slipping from the other.
I didn't breathe. If I breathed, it might be real.
"The last time I heard voices, they were my own," ... | 1,545 |
“The Guardians have always been, young rhino. They watch us from afar. Never interfering with our own struggles, but keeping their own kind from interfering as well. Ours is not to question their ways.” | Athu was young, younger than any chieftain before him, some said.
But when there was a dispute between tribesmen, Athu was judge and mediator. When they hunted the wooly rhino to prove they were still worthy of the gift of life that the great beasts bestowed on the tribe, Athu led the hunt.
Therefore, young or not, a... | "You're quoting *The Bad Batch*! This line perfectly encapsulates the complex dynamic between the Republic (or the Empire) and the Guardians of the Galaxy in a way that sounds exactly like something a seasoned veteran or a cynical elder would say to a naive younger member of their faction.
It captures a few key themes... | 236 |
The world ended 20 years ago, you haven't found a living soul since then. Through some ingenuity, you call voicemails for the last 20 years to keep you company. "Hi, this is Cindy..." "Hi you reached Bob" "You know what to do at the beep" until one day "Hello...hello? Oh my God hello!" | "Hello...?"
I sighed gently as I put the old phone on speaker and set it back on the table. The magnetically charged generator hummed quietly in the corner, struggling to keep juice flowing through the charger cable and maintain my last bid for sanity.
On the old plastic table was an array of trinkets I had found tha... | The static on the phone line hissed, a familiar white-noise ocean I’d lived in for seven thousand, three hundred, and five days.
I leaned my back against the mold-slicked brick of the abandoned diner, letting the handset dangle from my belt. My thumb traced the worn plastic of the dial.
"Hi, this is Cindy!" the speak... | 1,194 |
Your cat is adorable, but it is sometimes annoying to deal with it, especially when it starts speaking prophecies in ancient tongues and rends the thin veil between worlds, the silly rascal | *"Pel Nehyo gha redgarsool bar Hanya!"*
"Not now, Muffins!" I gently pushed the tapping paw away from my leg and tried to select the next column of numbers in Excel.
*"Gha Duuska! Gha Duuska!"*
"Yes, yes, I hear you. Just go play with your ball for a minute. Go, shoo!"
A gust of hot, sulfuric wind blasted my side, ... | It’s all fun and games until you’re halfway through a bowl of breakfast cereal and the cat starts chanting in a language that sounds like gravel rubbing against a tombstone.
Honestly, I told the neighbor's cat that the "cosmic rift" in my laundry room was getting out of hand. It just stared at me with those unblinking... | 94 |
Maybe the reason we haven't had contact with aliens is because we're the last civilization left. | Out on the balcony, the stars blinked quietly. Jack sat alone at a table for two. On a good day like this, with the naked eye, you could see about two thousand - studded in the velvet sky like diamonds, blinking and glittering - and completely silent.
Jack picked up his vodka. In the faint purple night the minty blue ... | This concept is a variation of the **Great Filter**, a theoretical solution to the Fermi Paradox. The Fermi Paradox asks, "If there are billions of stars and planets in our galaxy, why haven't we heard from anyone else?"
The idea that we are the "last civilization left" shifts the focus from aliens being *too far away... | 214 |
"May I have your name?" The Faerie asks. "No," you respond, "for I only have the one, and I'm quite fond of it. However, I could make you your own?" | "Names have power."
There were a few quotes my mother said, before she died, that have stayed with me throughout my life. That was one of them. I didn't think much of it back then; after all, what kind of power could a name like "Marigold" offer me? The only thing my name brought me was an endless cycle of teasing and... | The Faerie paused. Its translucent wings, iridescent as oil on water, stilled in mid-air. It drifted closer, the air around it shimmering with a soft, rhythmic pulse, like the heartbeat of a starling.
"You would forge a name for me?" the creature asked. Its voice was not quite sound; it was the echo of laughter in a h... | 349 |
You’re immortal. The only problem is, you’ve lived so long humanity died out and a new intelligent species evolved. Now you’re forced to live in the forest as a cryptid. | Here I am: the monster, the demon, the night-killer, the ghost of the metal forest.
Only one of those is true: I am a ghost. I am a living memory of an ancient past where my people once ruled this planet. We built towers to heaven and defied the great god of gravity and took to the stars. We lived and we conquered and... | I remember the sound of the world before.
It wasn’t silent, of course. It was loud. It hummed with the constant, grinding vibration of highways, the frantic pulse of electricity, the white noise of billions of voices stacked atop one another in cities that looked like glowing nervous systems from space. I used to slee... | 4,628 |
You, a seasoned warrior, are hardened to the point that you are incapable of feeling any emotion. Or so you thought. Today, you woke up to the faint meows of a tiny kitten outside your window. | Grallik woke instantly, grabbing for a sword which was not at his side. His eyes darted around his bedroom, and he slumped back into the mattress. He was safe. He was an inn, not a tent, there was no one in the room with him, and he wasn't at war. He looked around more slowly as his heart calmed to see what had wok... | I woke with the sound of a blade scraping against stone. The morning light bled through the cracks in the stone walls of my hut, casting sharp, jagged lines across the floor. For three weeks, I have woken to this silence. Three weeks since the Siege of Aethelgard. Three weeks since the fire took everything.
I rose and... | 112 |
Attracted to the large amount of gathered wealth, a dragon has taken up residence in Wall Street. | At first, people ran in terror, but lately the dark wyrm Zoranzashir has become just another piece in the hedge fund game.
The first anyone saw of the creature was its vast, shadowy bulk approaching across the Atlantic on bat-like wings that would dwarf a the standard Dubai yacht. Ships that it passed over frantically... | The gold did not come in the traditional sense—no piles of loose coins or ancient goblets spilling over the edges of chests. Instead, the dragon, Ignis the Gilded, sat atop a mountain of digital numbers and physical assets, a living gargoyle perched atop the New York Stock Exchange building.
Ignis had arrived not with... | 128 |
”Is there anything else I can help you with?” asks the hardware store worker. “Haha yeah, you can help me find my keys, and my purpose in life.” you reply jokingly. He responds: “Absolutely! Follow me.” | This was the strangest hardware store I had ever been in.
It was structured like an ordinary Home Depot, with soaring ceilings, harsh white lighting and long, near-empty shelves of plywood, but if you looked closely at those shelves, you began to notice some peculiarities. There, on Aisle Six, was a rune carved on a q... | He strides past the aisle of power drills and lawnmowers, his boots clicking on the concrete floor. You follow, half-expecting him to lead you to a lost-and-found box or a dusty shelf of philosophical texts.
Instead, he stops in the middle of the plumbing aisle and pivots on his heel. He gestures toward a wall of galv... | 89 |
When you die, you have 3 options. 1, go to heaven. 2, reincarnate with omnipotence. 3, go to hell. You can also see what other people have chosen, and what you learn is pretty interesting. | The Gatekeeper looked at me, eyes rippling through its translucent, amorphous body like a thousand buoys tossed about at sea. It shimmered, fractured, and reformed, and shrunk and grew as it moved. It was confounding to look at. A higher dimensional being that my mind couldn't fully understand.
Its job, its sole purpo... | The white expanse of the Void was colder than the afterlife was supposed to be.
I had just arrived, still feeling the ghost-itch of the hospital sheets, and I was standing on a polished obsidian floor that stretched forever. There were no pearly gates, no brimstone pits, just a single, shimmering obsidian screen stand... | 919 |
You are a part of a cult that believes the end of the world is near. Unlike most doomsday cults your group is made up of ex-scientists who discovered an ancient evil deep within the earth, and found that it was due to awaken in a few weeks time. | The institute is built directly over the brick well. Now the well sits crooked, stooped, inside the vast basement.
On my first day here, Hopkins — a retired physicist — reels up the great metal bucket. He cranks it by hand and it takes two hours and a pool of sweat for it to arrive.
“Why by hand?” I ask. “Why not hav... | *The air in the underground bunker hums with the low, constant thrum of six industrial air purifiers. The walls are reinforced concrete, bare except for a few chalkboards covered in overlapping equations and seismic data plots. At the center of the room sits a large table topped with a jagged piece of obsidian—a fragme... | 1,182 |
The villain did it. He killed your best friend, the chosen. Unbeknownst to everyone, he was not the real chosen. It has been you all along. You two always hung out and witnessed the signs and prophecies together. Everyone just assumed it was him, including the villain. And you. | "Get up!" Dagr yanked Baklin's hand with all of his might, willing the massive frame to rise from the ground. The body jerked once, and the pool red spread further. Dagr sank to his knees, tears blinding his vision. "Please...please...get up." The world did not make sense without Baklin in it. Since the two were young,... | The rain does not feel like water; it feels like lead, heavy and grey, soaking through my clothes until I am shivering in my own skin. The rain is heavy. The rain is grey. The air smells of wet stone and ash and something else, something I cannot name.
He lies there, halfway up the ruined cathedral stairs. He lies at ... | 89 |
As a young boy of 7 you remembered an old man stopping you on the street wanting to talk and to give you some advice. You thought he was weird and blew him off. Now at 77 you’re walking down the street and you see yourself as a young boy walking towards you. | The day I see this boy is a very cold day — or at least in my bones it is. They ache in the cold, always do. Such is life at my age, whatever age I am now.
He looks exactly like I did, this boy walking towards me down the street. The red hair, freckles, the groove in his nose that looks like an invisible pencil‘s pres... | The concrete of 5th Street hasn't changed. The same uneven cracks, the same faded red fire hydrant, the same bodega on the corner smelling of overripe tomatoes and cheap coffee. The air hums with something metallic, something like ozone before a storm. But the world is different now. It's smaller.
I am 77. My knees ac... | 1,021 |
You are the greatest and most feared hitman in the world. The reason? You don’t kill your victims: You do something much worse. | Advisory - Harsh Language (Swearing)
I twisted the lid of the jar open, but left it covering the mouth. My latest mark, a pale, balding whale of a man by the name of Harrison was doing his level best to put on a brave front, but shit-I've known blind men who could have seen through that. He was trembling so badly he w... | They call me "The Taxidermist," not because I preserve flesh, but because I preserve the soul.
People pay millions to keep their bodies intact. They pay for the clean bullet, the quiet poison, the untraceable heart attack. They want their funerals to be dignified, their legacies to be untarnished. But they don’t under... | 80 |
The dairy isle of the grocery store is stuck in an infinite time loop, a cyclical, unending prison. This is where all the dads who went to go get milk are. | Things are coming to an end. After so many years, it's finally coming to an end. We'll either kill each other or escape. But either way, the Milk Overlords will no longer control us.
Sharon, my beautiful wife, I wonder what you thought when I went out for milk in 1993? Did you tell the kids that I abandoned you? Th... | The fluorescent lights overhead hum with a low, agonizing buzz that sounds like a dying mosquito. It is 6:14 PM on a Tuesday, and the aisle is bathed in the sickly, sterile glow of 5000 Kelvin LEDs.
Dad is currently staring at the milk. He is staring at a gallon of 2%. He has been staring at it for twenty minutes.
Th... | 62 |
The colony ship arrived in orbit after a thousand year voyage. But the AI never woke the occupants. Millions of years pass, the planet below has formed life, intelligent life, and their scientists have just woken you, one of the colonists. | To take one of the slots on the *Bringer of Light*, a person had to accept a simple, fundamental truth - whatever was left behind on Earth would be dead, buried, and decomposed by the time you awoke. With the ongoing turmoil in the Sol system, the colonists were fully prepared for being the last of humanity.
That mind... | The cryo-stasis chamber hissed open, vomiting a cloud of nitrogen fog onto the laboratory floor.
My eyes snapped open. The world was a blurred smear of white light and sterile metal. I tried to gasp, expecting the dry, frozen air of the *Aethelgard’s* sleeper pods, but the air tasted wrong. It was thick, humid, and sm... | 3,078 |
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