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[EU] Muggles discover wizard-kind. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 7 | 11,300 |
[EU] Muggles discover wizard-kind. | February 14, 2016
388 days after discovery
Day 174 of resistance
Alexander looked up from his writing, glad to be using a ball point rather than a quill, there were some benefits to Discovery. Around him in the office of a dilapidated apartment building they were using as a base of operations was a set of furnit... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 11,301 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | Three kisses, the perfect way to sum up a relationship.
The early kisses, filled with tension and uncertainty. Gentle and containing all of the emotion you want to give to the world, but at the same time worried of the thoughts of the other, whether the quick looks when the other isn't looking are coming from their si... | 38 | 0 | 34 | 11,302 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | The first kiss I gave My Love was an explosion - the strongest and most powerful in all of time. My kiss was at first unimaginably hot...then unimaginably cold. Incredibly complex, yet staggeringly simple; filling Her space of eternal width and bredth, while also hiding in Her in places so small they are universes upon... | 2 | 0 | 34 | 11,303 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | The room is cold. Too cold for mid-August.
She would have hated it. She hated shivering, especially indoors. He remembers a trip to Florence, in their twenties, when she collected every blanket from every free room because the hostel director refused to turn up the heat. He remembers the look on her face after disco... | 6 | 0 | 34 | 11,304 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | 1.) Alone in the parlor, she leans her salty lips to her son's pallid brow, ignoring the formaldehyde film, thinking: if only I'd done this sooner.
2.) Her sweat seeps into the bedsheets, every muscle tensed. Her eyes clench shut as Marcus peels off the thin cotton panties blooming a damp, odorous mark. In the silence... | 1 | 0 | 34 | 11,305 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 34 | 11,306 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | Hello, Mr. Carpet, how do you feel today? You ponder this question as you drop to your knees. You arch your back, and you kiss the ground. Hello, Mr. God, how do you feel today?
The temple is quiet as you are hunched in contemplative prostration. What is it that you are seeking? Guidance? Absolution? Absolution, it ... | 1 | 0 | 34 | 11,307 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | "Mommy read me another story!"
The boy whined as his mother hesitated on the barrier between his room and the hallway back to her office. The papers were stacked high on her desk and it was already past nine but she turned and smiled. She sat down on her eager son's bed and told him about the fast current stream she u... | 1 | 0 | 34 | 11,308 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | -023
(Part 1)
The jailer was coming. Elizabeth closed her eyes and wished him away. She didn't want him in her cell again. She must have started sobbing. The woman across the aisle was stirring.
"You crying again?" Coralee asked. Elizabeth could hear the sneer in her voice.
"Yeah. I'm crying again." She snapped.
... | 2 | 0 | 34 | 11,309 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | Three men kissed Lady Anastasia that day, in three different ways.
In the morning she kissed a honest man, upon his head a silvery crown, and did so out of duty.
In the afternoon she kissed a handsome man, upon his mind a deadly plot, and did so out of passion.
In the evening she kissed a heartless man, upon his bel... | 5 | 0 | 34 | 11,310 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | I was 7 years old. It was an hour since I finished my homework, and I was exhausted. It had been a long day at school, which for me meant drawing, staring at bugs, and being rejected from playing sports with the other boys. As I examined the stars outside my window, my mother came into my room and kissed me goodnight -... | 4 | 0 | 34 | 11,311 |
[WP]Three different kisses, each with different motivations and meanings. | Tears welled up in her innocent brown eyes as she looked down at her bruised knee. Lightly dusted with gravel, it stung as blood trickled downwards, threatening to become entangled in her lily white socks. She blinked quickly to hold back the tears. She was a big girl now, and big girls don’t cry. A familiar heavy hand... | 1 | 0 | 34 | 11,312 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | "Give me a reason, and I promise, I'll do my best."
"There's... so many... it's been so long."
"A reason my Son."
"I haven't been genuinely happy in over 3000 years. I've solemnly watched thirteen wives, fifteen children, every living blood relative, every person I once loved... die. You'd think after all this time ... | 11 | 0 | 24 | 11,313 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | "I'm so tired," the woman said to Abraham. Many months ago he had begun his trek up the mountain, fueled by the rumors cycling their way through the village. Rumors of wisdom itself awaiting those who could reach it at the summit. After the second day Abraham had climbed so high that the sun never seemed to rise and... | 4 | 0 | 24 | 11,314 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | "I would say that you're the best at what you do and you should know better than to ask such questions, but that wouldn't be entirely true, would it?" Jason adjusted the microphone on his shirt and slid his hand back into the pocket of his slacks. "In fact - what is it that you do again? Now that I think about it, I... | 2 | 0 | 24 | 11,315 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | Have you ever looked down and gazed on ants scurrying across the ground? Their lives are inconsequential to you: you step on them, you pour liquid death on their colonies, on everything they will ever know. You do it without remorse, because, of course, they are barely sentient. Their lives are given to action without ... | 8 | 0 | 24 | 11,316 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 24 | 11,317 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 24 | 11,318 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 24 | 11,319 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | In a dense cloud of matter in a space that lies in no universe, we visit our God who has awoken from his most recent 100 billion year nap. The God's face is expressionless and vapid. It's fathomless being drooping and oozing through the cloud in a manner similar to thickened molasses.
"What can one do for eternity?" t... | 3 | 0 | 24 | 11,320 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | “You’re not understanding me.”
Cael readjusts himself on the stool, the chipped wood nearly puncturing his jeans. The bottles stacked in front of him rattle as he tipsily bumps his knee on the bar.
“I’m not just telling you I saw it on TV. The documentaries, the History Channel specials, they’re all good entertainmen... | 2 | 0 | 24 | 11,321 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | The days grow longer in my old age. I long for sleep and have nightmares of the wake. Every step is another, repetition. Like a rain hitting on steel, these thoughts reverberate, taping taping. My mind cannot take anymore of this, anymore.
I began my early life with persimisim and learnt I was an optimist. Those were ... | 1 | 0 | 24 | 11,322 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | Scribbles and scratches. Once we start to color outside the lines, what is left? It's not as if there's some deeper meaning to be found outside the boundaries, and meaning is what we're searching for. Or is it just to be remembered? Well, I will be remembered, I can tell you that much. If not for the lives I have myste... | 1 | 0 | 24 | 11,323 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | "Hey," A muted voice rang in his ears. He tossed his head to one side, a pained expression on his face. Everything hurt. "Oh, good. You're awake."
Mugen opened one eye, the other too swollen to do so, as Silvia stared down at him solemnly. He managed a small smile towards his friend. It was not returned.
"What happen... | 1 | 0 | 24 | 11,324 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | Dear God,
I hope this message finds you well. I am writing this in the hopes that you will find it in your heart to life this curse from me. I have tried to justify my existence in every way possible but I always come back to that which I believe sent me here, violence. I relish it taking another man’s life, the rush ... | 1 | 0 | 24 | 11,325 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | I sat in a lovely embroidered chair, in a lavish office that looked like something out of a James Bond movie.
Sitting across from me was an old man whose eyes looked like they had seen infinity and hated it.
The entire room was basked in a musky orange colour emanating from a single lamp sitting on his desk.
His ... | 1 | 0 | 24 | 11,326 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | Like bitter Tithonus, I wish to be at an end. To join all else that has coalesced into the heartless, heatless depths. The last remaining energies of the universe. Encapsulated. I.
All around me erodes and decays. Noir skies flecked with throbbing amber stars rise above. Forcing the last of their energy outward, in... | 1 | 0 | 24 | 11,327 |
[WP] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 24 | 11,328 |
[WP] The most destructive thing that can be done with a stolen reddit account. | A wicked smile, depraved of humanity, split wildly across my face. Wildfires that rival the entirety of California raged within my soulless eyes, as upon my arrival to Reddit, I view his account logged in. *This will be fun.*
I swipe through page after page of comment and post history with the celerity of hell-bound f... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 11,329 |
[EU] Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny just turned 18, and they're all about to leave for college... | Stan: Well guys, I... guess this is goodbye.
Kyle: Yeah, I'll really miss you guys.
Kenny: Mfpmppffm mfmfmfffmfmm Mfhfhphmp Pmfmfmmpmf.
Cartman: I... *sniffles* I don't want you guys to leave. We've been through so much. All the crazy shit that has happened, that we got through together. You guys will come and visit... | 6 | 0 | 6 | 11,330 |
[EU] Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny just turned 18, and they're all about to leave for college... | [deleted] | -2 | 0 | 6 | 11,331 |
[EU] Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny just turned 18, and they're all about to leave for college... | Stan: Guys, guys!
Kyle, Cartman, Kenny: What?!
Stan: I just got into the University of Colorado! I'm going to college!
Kyle: Holy shit dude! Me too! We're gonna be roommates! This is awesome.
Cartman: Oh man that sucks.
Stan: Why does that suck?
Cartman: Cause I'm totally going to this super awesome future school... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 11,332 |
[WP] Describe any color without using the actual word for that color. | It's a colour of excess. I've always associated it with passion and violence. I think it's a blood thing, a subconscious joining of the dots.
You can call it the colour of royalty or a fine Bordeaux or the part of the apple Snow White doesn't take a bite from, but there's definitely something carnal about it, primiti... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 11,333 |
[WP] Describe any color without using the actual word for that color. | It is honor and victory.
It is sweetness and it is danger.
It is a welcome guest and a feared number.
It is enraging movement and the sky at day's end.
It is a girl lost in the woods and a woman for the foolhardy.
It is passion and bloodshed.
It is and ever will be.
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_Yeah yeah low hanging fruit, I know... | 4 | 0 | 9 | 11,334 |
[WP] Describe any color without using the actual word for that color. | Royalty, her clothing said. She walked through the crowds without her servants, her head low, but her garment clearly reflected her status. It wasn't the cut, or the type of fabric that gave her away. It was the dye set in the cloth that set her apart from the crowd. Deep and rich, it was like the echoes of sun in the ... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 11,335 |
[WP] Describe any color without using the actual word for that color. | # I had this exercise given to me a while ago, so I'll post what I had:
I sat beside her bed, holding her hand in mine.
I squeezed her fingers tighter, begging her soul to stay until. Finally, some unseen nurse turned off the noisy machine behind me and planted those hellish, nightmare words in my end.
“Sir, it's ov... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 11,336 |
[WP] Describe any color without using the actual word for that color. | The old man blinked, his gaze not fixed on anything particular. "Tell me more," he rasped. He was lying on the sterile plastic bed, face turned up toward the ceiling like it might fall on him at any moment. "Tell me more," he repeated, a demand this time more than a request.
"Sure," I said, grabbing his hand. Callouse... | 5 | 0 | 9 | 11,337 |
[WP] Describe any color without using the actual word for that color. | The men lumbered out from the cave with arched backs, covered in the remains of their hunt. A foreboding sky offered hints of the further cold that was slowly slithering towards them. A member of their group gazed at the lifelessness around them and grunted to the rest, hinting that he had something to show them. They ... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 11,338 |
[WP] Santa is tired of people questioning his existence. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 10 | 11,339 |
[WP] Santa is tired of people questioning his existence. | “This is some bullshit!” The reindeer paced back and forth restlessly as Santa stormed through his workshop on Christmas Eve. “Not a single letter! Not a single one! This has gone on too long! Corporations have been whoring out my image so much I can’t even say ho ho ho ironically at this point!” He had started the nig... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 11,340 |
[WP] Santa is tired of people questioning his existence. | “Elfie! Get in here! Have you seen this! This is fucking ridiculous! Elfie get in here!”
“Sir, my name is Alfie and no sir, I don’t know what I ought to have seen.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever Elfie, not my problem your parents named you something ridiculous, especially because you actually are an elf.”
Alfie rolled his e... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 11,341 |
[WP] Write about a person waiting for a call. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 8 | 11,342 |
[WP] Write about a person waiting for a call. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 8 | 11,343 |
[WP] Write about a person waiting for a call. | I tap my fingernails on the desk, eyes locked on the darkened screen. It’s not the first time I’ve stared this phone down.
*You’re going to ring*
I focus all of my energy, all my attention on the space I know will glow in purple-gray light seconds before the ringing erupts. I check the clock, the numbers faint, almo... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 11,344 |
[WP] Write about a person waiting for a call. | I've waited most of my life for this moment but I thought I would have gotten the call by now. I've done everything that was asked of me and more. I was told I would be one of the first people to get the call but 30 others have stolen that opportunity from me. At this point I'm not worried about my pride I just want to... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 11,345 |
[WP] Describe what it's like to be married to Lady Gaga. | i meet her in a Three Way. fingers running through her Hair, she said Again, Again. Alejandro and i, an Americano, abide by her request. she was Beautiful, we were Dirty, but the night was Rich. just some Bad Kids in what some would call a Bad Romance. there was a certain Aura to her, it made me want to Applause for he... | 6 | 0 | 11 | 11,346 |
[WP] Describe what it's like to be married to Lady Gaga. | "No no no no! AW-Dammit!"
"Huh? What?"
"Why those pants? And on the new leather couch!"
"They're my comfy pants."
"*They're* made of steaks!"
"...well yeah that's what makes them comfy."
Her and I have had this talk before. I had always enjoyed her peculiar fashion sense, but had thought *wrongly* that it was lim... | 3 | 0 | 11 | 11,347 |
[WP] A warrior has stood guard over something (a place, object, person) for thousands of years. And now, another warrior approaches with intent on getting to that thing. | [deleted] | 18 | 0 | 31 | 11,348 |
[WP] A warrior has stood guard over something (a place, object, person) for thousands of years. And now, another warrior approaches with intent on getting to that thing. | He stared at the wall.
He stared at the wall.
He stared at the wall.
He stared at the wall.
A century passed.
He stared at the wall.
His eyes were stone.
His gaze was cold.
His features, weathered.
A century passed.
He stared at the wall.
The book whispered in hi... | 11 | 0 | 31 | 11,349 |
[WP] A warrior has stood guard over something (a place, object, person) for thousands of years. And now, another warrior approaches with intent on getting to that thing. | He stood guard. What little light made it through the thick clouds of the northern wastes reflected easily off of the black plate he was clad in.
He stood guard, his boots planted in the same place in the dust for centuries. If ever he had any knowledge of what he was guarding or how long it had been, he knew not now.... | 5 | 0 | 31 | 11,350 |
[WP] A warrior has stood guard over something (a place, object, person) for thousands of years. And now, another warrior approaches with intent on getting to that thing. | (I've decided to take a scifi approach to this. Not sure how it's going to work.)
LOG 02234567 AT ADDRESS [\*:54000]
*So, another day passes as usual. I sit here, guarding the last of the now long-gone Before's stronghold planets, and all the knowledge therein. It's a boring job, for sure, and I haven't had any vi... | 9 | 0 | 31 | 11,351 |
[WP] A warrior has stood guard over something (a place, object, person) for thousands of years. And now, another warrior approaches with intent on getting to that thing. | Fa’razza felt the dark energy around him fade, and opened his eyes. A storm thousands of kilometers wide rumbled above him, brooding like a pouting child.
He looked up to find Jo’rak standing above him, his dark hands holding down before him a giant sword with its tip on the ground. The sinewy antenna above his wrinkl... | 1 | 0 | 31 | 11,352 |
[WP] A warrior has stood guard over something (a place, object, person) for thousands of years. And now, another warrior approaches with intent on getting to that thing. | Since the dawn of time, the artifact had rested on the black, scorched altar. A guardian, a man of stone, stood before it, protecting it from those who sought to take it. And it had served its purpose, defending the stone from countless foes.
The first opponent it had faced was a bizarre being, that had been living i... | 3 | 0 | 31 | 11,353 |
[WP] A warrior has stood guard over something (a place, object, person) for thousands of years. And now, another warrior approaches with intent on getting to that thing. | Aureus climbed the steps to the Temple of the Void. He had been climbing for days. A fog had come down from the mountains, and he could no longer see above or below. There was only the steps. Only the climb.
He paused a moment to drink deep from the leather skin at his waist. The water was sweetest nectar, a sudden r... | 2 | 0 | 31 | 11,354 |
[WP] A warrior has stood guard over something (a place, object, person) for thousands of years. And now, another warrior approaches with intent on getting to that thing. | [Sounds like the Last Centurion](https://archiveofourown.org/works/97360) (just a fanfic that I like, that this prompt reminds me of, no big deal) - Rory is an awesome character. Posting this here in case anyone wants more good stuff to read. | 1 | 0 | 31 | 11,355 |
[FF] Scary Story | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 2 | 11,356 |
{CC} The Mirror | Just gonna throw out thoughts in the order that I have them. I'll break them up with numbers - these are chronological, not in order of importance. I won't correct grammar or spelling, because I'm assuming that's not what you're looking for. I'm generally pretty blunt, so I hope this doesn't offend! Just my thoughts as... | 3 | 0 | 5 | 11,357 |
Humans cannot die of old age, but have to kill themselves to die. |
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Humans cannot die of old age, but have to kill themselves to die. | Jimmy ducked into the alleyway and hunched behind the dumpster, gasping for air while trying to keep silent. He strains as he tries to simultaneously listen for the cops while staying hidden. He hears footsteps stop and turn into the alleyway. This wasnt the way he wanted to go. Stealing bread? It was too cliche. The w... | 13 | 0 | 28 | 11,359 |
Humans cannot die of old age, but have to kill themselves to die. | I wake up in the morning on my own, no alarm or anything like that. The sun isn't even up yet but I can see the early dawn light trickling through the night sky from my east facing window. I had hoped to sleep in today. But who can sleep when it might be their last day alive?
Sitting up in bed I mentally plan out my ... | 9 | 0 | 28 | 11,360 |
Humans cannot die of old age, but have to kill themselves to die. | It got to everyone eventually.
We all used to joke about the ways we'd off ourselves. Amy preferred hanging. Sarah wanted to be part of a violent uprising. John said he'd ingest arsenic and die in his sleep. Steven wanted to be devoured by a tiger and "return to the earth." He always was a hippie. The confidence of yo... | 9 | 0 | 28 | 11,361 |
Humans cannot die of old age, but have to kill themselves to die. | Walking into this store was the hardest decision in my life. Only God knows how many days and weeks I had stood outside this shop, peering through the glass window. I could never muster the courage to go in. It was such a difficult decision.
Countless times have I flipped through the pamphlets, but each time I thre... | 4 | 0 | 28 | 11,362 |
Humans cannot die of old age, but have to kill themselves to die. | "The problem with immortality is that it lasts forever."
It's barely even a joke - a very poor one at a minimum - but the important piece is that I don't remember where I heard it. Which is unique in a post-Uploading world, where every thought, every action is logged, analyzed, traced, and backed up. They say it happe... | 3 | 0 | 28 | 11,363 |
Humans cannot die of old age, but have to kill themselves to die. | It was amusing at first, and then it became tedium.
Humanity fell from it's apex, as the realization of true immortality was understood. Nothing they could do could impact their lives. Any brilliant achievement became overshadowed by a diligent worker with an infinite amount of time. No one was bound by time; every... | 1 | 0 | 28 | 11,364 |
Humans cannot die of old age, but have to kill themselves to die. | I drew in a deep breath and blew through my pursed lips. The flame flickered, once, twice, and then extinguished, replacing the flame with a thin trail of smoke. My family gave a reserved cheer from behind me. Today marks my 52nd birthday. They knew I couldn’t afford another year.
Once the government figured out that ... | 1 | 0 | 28 | 11,365 |
[FF] The Alphabet Story | Abraham
brought
Charles
decisive
egalitarianism
for
getting
help
in
January;
killing
Larry's
malice;
Not
ordering
pathetic,
quarrelsome
raids.
So
talk
Ulysses,
vocalizing
with
xenophobia
you
zealot. | 2 | 0 | 7 | 11,366 |
[FF] The Alphabet Story | *An alphabetical journey*
Always boggled, Chance drifted endlessly, from Goshen hitherto Ithaca.
Joking, kissing, laughing, marooning.
No one proposed questions; rarely someone's thoughts untoward.
Valiant wayfarers 'xpect youthful zeal. | 3 | 0 | 7 | 11,367 |
[FF] The Alphabet Story | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 7 | 11,368 |
[FF] The Alphabet Story | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 7 | 11,369 |
[FF] The Alphabet Story | Always brave, championing duty, fearless. Generals had important jobs.
Killing, leading, many noticing one's purpose quietly. Respected.
Sworn to unwavering victories, white xmases, & yesterday's zealots. | 1 | 0 | 7 | 11,370 |
[FF] The Alphabet Story | As Betty careened down Everton, Franklin Gully's heart ignited. Just knowing life meant nothing... Outrageousness, passing quickly, rendering such terrible vacancies. WHY!?!
'Xplosions...
Yelling....
Zilch... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 11,371 |
[FF] The Alphabet Story | *First posted [here](http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1v9zim/write_the_longest_story_that_you_can_with_all_of/)*
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A bold cessation, dutifully executed, feels grand.
His insides jostle, knees lock.
More news: oh! Peace! Quit resisting, start this unique venture.
Watch xenagogues, young zealot. | 1 | 0 | 7 | 11,372 |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | I survived the Battle of the Crater. I lasted the Lyon Offensive. I've been over the top six times. I've been blown thirty feet in the air with nothing worse than a sprained ankle. Snipers got me three times and I lived through it all. Still, my luck had to run out sooner or later.
So I now find myself here now, sitt... | 18 | 0 | 28 | 11,373 |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | Elizabeth had the most beautiful voice. She always wanted to be a singer but never had the courage aside from the few drunken nights at karaoke bars when the inebriated audience had been blessed by the serenade of an angel. He had been lucky to be her husband. In their years together, he had gotten to hear her sing eac... | 7 | 0 | 28 | 11,374 |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | This happens inside a medical tent. The smell of rotting flesh drives out anyone not immediately tending to the dying soldiers of the Battle of Sarbony.
Nurses place wet rags over their mouths to cope with the smell. The smell is all you can think about inside the tent. It's a smell that Death himself will avoid. Ins... | 7 | 0 | 28 | 11,375 |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | I'd heard friends say "that was some mean bush". They didn't know shit. The new maw where my sternum used to be slowly opened and closed as my lungs struggled to fill themselves, at once both agreeing with the assessment and laughing at the fact that a third-gen army brat was now the last of the last generation. "An in... | 2 | 0 | 28 | 11,376 |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | I signed up to be a hero. I wanted to fight for what I thought was right and have people look up to me as something to aspire to, but as I lay here I realize I'm barely a living object to these people. I'm a number and nothing more. I have a number next to my last name hanging above my medical cot but they just ignore ... | 3 | 0 | 28 | 11,377 |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | Maybe, if he had done it again, he wouldn't have stepped into the recruitment office. He might not have been swayed by the charismatic officer or shmaltzy video praising the Naval services. He certainly wouldn't have left without talking to his mother one last time or having his last words to his dad be 'Fuck you'.
To... | 2 | 0 | 28 | 11,378 |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | As I lay in the fields soiled with blood and fertilized by both comrades and men I was told to hate I realize we are no longer men. We no longer have families, we no longer have names, we no longer have anything, but a number in many books. We shot, we stabbed, and we killed, but in the end who was who no longer matter... | 2 | 0 | 28 | 11,379 |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | 10 years. I've proudly served my country for 10 years. I left my beautiful wife, and my two kiddos to serve my country. I always felt like it was my duty, like I had to do it to be something...to be someone of worth. Being in the military made me feel invincible, no one could stop me. You could shoot me, stab me, whate... | 2 | 0 | 28 | 11,380 |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | it was at that moment, slumped against that muddied embankment, he realised how futile it all was; to fight this feeling. Slowly slipping away and at the junction where the edge of consciousness melted into nothingness, and holding on for dear life-in all true senses of the word, he had a morbid epiphany; he was about ... | 2 | 0 | 28 | 11,381 |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | Dense threads of plasma fire lit up the sky the night our JumpSquad got Zepped into position. My group was part of the third-wave offensive on the western side of the Baltimore-Washington Crater. Having a human handler along was necessary due to the high failure rate of WarDogs near the alpha-emitter zone. High energy ... | 2 | 0 | 28 | 11,382 |
[WP] A vietnam war veteran suffering from PTSD | It wasn't the dreams, though those were there. Most of the time I don't remember them anyway, I just wake up screaming. Ain't the drinking, though I do my fair share.
It's this feeling, this weird nagging uneasiness I can never shake. Its always there, worse in the dark. It leaves me sitting on my bed long after midni... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 11,383 |
[WP] A vietnam war veteran suffering from PTSD | I can't forget. The whole trip back home, it didn't feel real, like I was still there. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't do anything, because everything reminded me of all those months I lived in hell.
Then I was home, only it didn't feel like my home. In my home, I could feel happy. I could relax. I could forget all the ba... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 11,384 |
[WP] Humanity looks up one day and notices a gigantic eye growing on the moon. | No one wanted to talk about it. Even the inevitable media circus only went on for about a week, maybe two tops, and then it died down. I suppose it was hard to keep publicizing something when all anyone had to do was take a step outside at night and see it for themselves.
I remember where I was when it happened, a... | 17 | 0 | 19 | 11,385 |
[WP] A man who only speaks in metaphors meets a woman who only speaks literally. (Or vice-versa) | "Darmok and Jalad at Tianagra." "What?"
This is me being a tired smartass. Give the real submissions a read and upvotes too. | 6 | 0 | 10 | 11,386 |
[WP] A man who only speaks in metaphors meets a woman who only speaks literally. (Or vice-versa) | "A wave sweeps over an elaborate sand castle."
Lynette looks up from her book. A man stands smiling next to her with a coffee in his hand. He repeats himself.
"Sorry?" she says, bewildered.
He nods big as if they're playing charades.
"The hammer hits the nail," he says and points to her book, "We're birds of a feat... | 15 | 0 | 10 | 11,387 |
[WP] A soldier storming the beaches of Normandy on D-day finds that time has started to slow down around him and eventually time freezes but he remains unfrozen. | Abbot is the first to jump into the dirty beach waters below. I watch as they yell and charge, one by one, until it is finally my turn. My heart races and chills run down my spine, but my feet move me forward. To my right, Koonan's boot gets sucked by a patch of thin sand and he falls face-first in the water. He gets l... | 7 | 0 | 7 | 11,388 |
[WP] A soldier storming the beaches of Normandy on D-day finds that time has started to slow down around him and eventually time freezes but he remains unfrozen. | It is quiet.
I am in the thick of the war, right where Father wanted me to be, and it is quiet.
It is unnerving, to say the least.
I wander around the beach. Where a shell has impacted, the sand is still floating in mid-air, the heat of the explosion trapped in an orange orb. Lead rounds are suspended in the air ... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 11,389 |
[WP] A soldier storming the beaches of Normandy on D-day finds that time has started to slow down around him and eventually time freezes but he remains unfrozen. | The whole platoon was silent while Sgt. Shaftoe reminded them the objectives.
"TWENTY SECONDS TO DISEMBARKING, YOU'LL RECIEVE HEAVY FIRE FROM THE BUNKERS AT YOUR 2 AS YOU REACH THE COVER IN FRONT OF YOU SO BE DAMN QUICK!"
His voice was muffled by the mortar fire at the beach while speaking. He tried to gaze their la... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 11,390 |
[WP] You have a jar. This jar contains something very important to you, but you can only use it once. | I'd ask you, but you've never had children. It's the way they stare at you when they're starving. Unblinking, so polite. You'd rather they curse you or say something profane. At least then you'd have something to offer. The back of a hand or a smile that lacks offense.
It's the end of the world and all that stands bet... | 9 | 0 | 12 | 11,391 |
[WP] You have a jar. This jar contains something very important to you, but you can only use it once. | I remember the stories I heard as a child about what I have just done. Megalomaniacs who wish to warp the world into their own twisted paradise, or monsters simply wanting to destroy it. My mother always kept my fears about these abominations at bay with her tales. I would fight back nightmares with the knowledge that ... | 5 | 0 | 12 | 11,392 |
[WP] You have a jar. This jar contains something very important to you, but you can only use it once. | Seven thousand, nine hundred and twenty miles. Dad once told me that it was about the diameter of the earth. He always had known these random facts, most of them mathematical. I used to just roll my eyes at him wondering why that fact was relevant, but here I was, seven thousand, nine hundred and twenty miles away f... | 4 | 0 | 12 | 11,393 |
[WP] You have a jar. This jar contains something very important to you, but you can only use it once. | *[oh god it's been so long since I've written anything I'm sorry]*
I never thought my life would come to this.
A loud thud jolted me awake. Glancing at the alarm clock, I saw that it was a little after 7 pm. I laid back down when I didn't hear anything, assuming the noise was only in my head. I hoped to fall back a... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 11,394 |
[WP] You have a jar. This jar contains something very important to you, but you can only use it once. | *For Dire Circumstances Only.*
The crooked letters of the Giving Jar stared back at me from the bookshelf. I’d written the words so long ago the scrawl barely registered as my own hand. For all I knew, the message wasn’t even mine to begin with. It was easy for my addled brain to latch onto the most inane turns of ... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 11,395 |
[Wp] A man is sitting in a bathroom stall during his lunch break. He is drinking booze and admiring bathroom graffiti. | Mitch took long swigs out of his flask that still had the outline of the price sticker on it. He bought it because that's how adults drink during work, right? He extends his lower loop lip like an infant for every sip and subsequently looks at his shirt and brushes off the nonexistent drips. Under his breath he let a... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 11,396 |
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[EU] Frodo and Sam are dead and the One Ring is returned to Sauron. Tell me about the Fellowship's last-ditch effort to lure Sauron to Mount Doom. | I haven't read enough Tolkien to imitate his writing style, but I would imagine it would involve convincing all the remaining original ring bearers/heirs to go there themselves, giving Sauron the opportunity to take them out in one fell swoop/have one last fight to end Sauron or immediately lose to the inevitable end. | 4 | 0 | 17 | 11,398 |
[EU] Frodo and Sam are dead and the One Ring is returned to Sauron. Tell me about the Fellowship's last-ditch effort to lure Sauron to Mount Doom. | Gimli danced on the edge of the cliff overhanging mount doom, "Hey Saurooonnn! I bet you can't GET me!"
The others watched from a distance, non-plussed looks on their faces.
"Do you think that is going to work?" Pippin asked.
The others shot him a look of disgust.
Gandalf shook his head sadly. "Sauron has won. T... | 1 | 0 | 17 | 11,399 |
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