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[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | No one had to come to the door. Boys practiced for this since the day they could walk. The pew pew pews of childhood turned into louder bang bang bangs as they grew older and looked down upon the toddlers that took their former position. All they had to do to attract these kids was to dress up in a uniform and stand he... | 3 | 0 | 53 | 13,000 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | The sun hung low in the sky, a smolder in the eyes of the 805 bus. Recruit riders passed idle time, load light until arrival. One wrote a note. Two others used a crayon to play window tic-tac-toe. Tight lipped Ella sat, clothes a little loose, eyes closed.
In the back of the idle mind war lingered, a civil war bruise ... | 3 | 0 | 53 | 13,001 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | "Goodbye"
He liked the taste of that word in his mouth. He tried it again, slower this time. "good...bye".
His apartment was empty. Neatly cleaned, just as the army taught him. His bed was blank, except for a pale blue sheet covering the mattress. He was wearing the traditional white t-shirt & camouflage pa... | 1 | 0 | 53 | 13,002 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | I can barely remember that night. No one thinks about it anymore, but then there aren't many of us left to remember it.
We sat in a room, each of us strangers to one another and all of us resigned to the fate we had been chosen for. I sat next to another boy, he shifted constantly in his seat. His toe played a chaoti... | 3 | 0 | 53 | 13,003 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | The sun’s rays pour through my window; its radiance is engulfing and appreciated in the midst of a crisp Australian autumn. These truly beautiful days, however, go mostly unnoticed. Forsaken by the commotion of those who yearn for the sleazy charms of money and power: an act regarded as “the modern life”. The one I tri... | 2 | 0 | 53 | 13,004 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | I gotta letter in the mail today. Cream coloured, with a blue border on the envelope. Glad it wasn't black, else Ma wouda been bawling her eyes out like when we got James' letter. Instead she just sort of sat there at the table, still and shivering, with a handkerchief clutched in her hands. Pa stood silently, leaning ... | 2 | 0 | 53 | 13,005 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | The suppressed brightness of a clouded morning prodded at his eye-lids until he gave in to open them. His lashes fluttered, pushing tenaciously against the flash of light as he turned his head toward the blinds. Outside, he could hear the birds chirp dutifully amongst one another. Strange how he never noticed the sharp... | 2 | 0 | 53 | 13,006 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | Mother called me last night, she was worried. I don't think she really knows what to do. Dad left us a couple of months ago, and unfortunately for her, he's not planing on coming back. She blames herself, poor old girl. I guess I don't really know how to assure her that everything will be alright.
I got the call, a m... | 2 | 0 | 53 | 13,007 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | When young boys are called off to war.
The world stops spinning.
Boys jump onto trains, into cars, and planes. Yesterday’s playthings.
To their final destination.
This place, the same regardless of race, creed, or fame.
Each ship casting off from different ports finds its way to the same Harbor.
It’s not a mystery to ... | 3 | 0 | 53 | 13,008 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | Monitor on. Log in. Open Chrome. Second tab.
"Dear WNx,
Today I have to say goodbye, I'm shipping out for Afghanistan tomorrow. It's been real, I'll be back in about a year after my deployment. Then we'll really get down to business on those aztec strats.
- Christian A.K.A. WNxJesus_Boy"
Shut down. Monitor off.
Il... | 2 | 0 | 53 | 13,009 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | I grabbed my duffle bag, put it on the bed and filled it with what the recruiter told us to.
I enlisted voluntarily. Many were forced to say goodbye to their loved ones. I didn't have anyone. I sat on the bed, my hand reached the photo of me and Erie. She had left me a month earlier. My parents were long dead. The onl... | 2 | 0 | 53 | 13,010 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | Fucking shit war.
It was going to be so easy. I was going to be one of the millions of people that works a shitty nine to five and complains about taxes their whole life. I was going to meet a gorgeous girl and fall in love and get my heart broken and settle for a pretty girl and have 2.3 kids with her, divorce, then ... | 2 | 0 | 53 | 13,011 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | Snow crunched beneath your boots and buds of green were pushing through the melting white frost. The sun was shining brightly amid the brilliant blue sky. Everything was the same as yesterday, and yet everything had changed.
You tread your way past the cabins and the outhouses until you reach a narrow trail, worn even... | 2 | 0 | 53 | 13,012 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | Johnny had been playing the Game for three days straight - the flu had its upsides. He had soared high above farms, villages and cities, identifying Enemies and taking them out. He was getting good, too; the only civilian casulaties in the last mission were necessary collateral. The other kids at school would be so jea... | 2 | 0 | 53 | 13,013 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 53 | 13,014 |
[WP] When young boys are called off to war. | There's a tear in my eye. I have been bludgeoned, beaten and kicked to the ground. The men I've fought today saw my nose broken, two of my fingers removed and an arrow in my shoulder. But this tiny speck of mud in my eye is pulling my focus from the man in front of me. He lunges forward.
There's an arrow in my left sh... | 5 | 0 | 53 | 13,015 |
[OT] /r/DogeTales writing contest! Ð60,000 in total prizes! | Hi!
What we usually do for voting is that each person with an entry gets a vote. If you want to vote, you have to submit. Naturally one cannot vote for oneself.
That might work for you, as well. | 7 | 0 | 38 | 13,016 |
[OT] /r/DogeTales writing contest! Ð60,000 in total prizes! | Fuck yes. I've earned 30K doge just from my writing, time to earn more! | 3 | 0 | 38 | 13,017 |
[OT] /r/DogeTales writing contest! Ð60,000 in total prizes! | Well, for better or worse, I'm in. | 3 | 0 | 38 | 13,018 |
[OT] /r/DogeTales writing contest! Ð60,000 in total prizes! | Much write. Very win. Wow. | 2 | 0 | 38 | 13,019 |
[WP] You are the Japanese soldier so never found out ww2 was over and the filming for the show "Lost" shows up on your island. | ... Could you elaborate? | 3 | 0 | 19 | 13,020 |
[WP] You are the Japanese soldier so never found out ww2 was over and the filming for the show "Lost" shows up on your island. | Some Japanese soldiers during ww2 were so isolated in the South Pacific archipelago that they didn't find out the war was over for years. I think one was like 20 years. So suppose you are one of those hold outs. In come the cast and crew of lost. All these people, different ethnicities all speaking English. This man pr... | 3 | 0 | 19 | 13,021 |
[WP] You are the Japanese soldier so never found out ww2 was over and the filming for the show "Lost" shows up on your island. | yes, let us imagine it was filmed then, or he he's 80 years old, or perhaps imagine a vietkong soldier in a similar situation as Hiroo who happened to strand himself (or perhaps a group and therefore themselves) on an island which happened to also be the choice for the "lost crew".
use your: http://img141.imageshack.u... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 13,022 |
[WP] An arcade owner in the 80's discovers his machines are sentient, and has conversations with them after closing time. | "I live here," said the arcade's owner.
The boy laughed. "My mom says I live here too, I spend so much time playing the games."
"No really, I mean I live here. I sleep here. In this room."
The boy had a puzzled look on his face. "Why would you live in the arcade?"
"Because this is where all of my friends are." He g... | 6 | 0 | 8 | 13,023 |
[WP] After being caught in a "Groundhog Day" style time loop for hundreds or thousands of years, the main character finally wakes up in a new day. He is not happy about it. | The alarm started blaring at six am. It had done this every morning for the last ten thousand years since John had fallen into the time rift. This day was special for John, the rift had finally ejected him and he was finally seeing a new day. The day would be unremarkable in any other way for John, it would end for him... | 5 | 0 | 5 | 13,024 |
[WP] Someone whose job is to prepare last meals of criminals on death row has to prepare his own last meal. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 16 | 13,025 |
[WP] Someone whose job is to prepare last meals of criminals on death row has to prepare his own last meal. | "This knife has always been my favorite. It's long elegant blade was great for preparing that turtle soup in '89. It would be a shame if it were to go to waste."
The grizzled war veteran mumbled to himself as he slid the blade back into it's leather sheath while the prison guard looked at him intently, a in his hands ... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 13,026 |
[WP] Someone whose job is to prepare last meals of criminals on death row has to prepare his own last meal. | You never get used to the death part.
Sure, you get used to the smell. You get used to them quietly accepting their meal. You get used to them asking you to stay a while – to chat. About life, ironically enough. You get used to them asking for the most extravagant things, a final Fuck You to the universe.
But you... | 21 | 0 | 16 | 13,027 |
[WP] Someone whose job is to prepare last meals of criminals on death row has to prepare his own last meal. | I always thought the food had to be perfect. They only had five senses, and my job was to appease one of those for the final time, so I always put my heart and soul into every meal. I was no master, no television celebrity, but my dishes were to die for. (Was that crass? That was crass.) I made sure that every last mea... | 1 | 0 | 16 | 13,028 |
[WP] Someone whose job is to prepare last meals of criminals on death row has to prepare his own last meal. | "Make what you made him."
Her voice shakes, but the gun that she's pointing at me doesn't. I wonder if she shot all of them - Kevin, who stuck the needle in, Tommy, that walked him down the hall, Father O'Brady, who heard his final confession. Or is it just me. Is it just the cook.
I don't ask her, though. I don't p... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 13,029 |
[WP] Someone whose job is to prepare last meals of criminals on death row has to prepare his own last meal. | He muttered quietly under his breath as he worked. He always had, it was habit, and the years had only strengthened it. The old man had started many years before, to ward of the silence that had settled around him unwelcomed. He lived alone, as he had for many decades and had not seen another person in quite a while, y... | 1 | 0 | 16 | 13,030 |
[WP] Diary a whole week of not doing anything except the basics to stay alive, that includes thinking, planning or remembering. Make it interesting. | **Opening**
So today, I decided to take a challenge. Do nothing other than survive. I'm on vacation for two weeks so why not? I'm going to document what I'm gonna do for seven days.
**Day One**
It's 8:53 PM during the time I'm writing this. Just earlier, I wrote the opening to this journal.
I woke up, wrote the fir... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 13,031 |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | # Request
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Thank you for your request, filed under Section 301(c) of _The Containment Act_. We regret that pursuant to clause 303(d), we are unable to grant the request at this time. | 17 | 0 | 41 | 13,032 |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | "Seriously, Ted, come on!"
I push my glasses back up my nose and repeat my answer. "Sorry, Gerboloxicashitayvius-kkpul. We just can't authorize public exposure at this time. Also, my name is Steve."
"Sorry, *Steve*." Said Gerby "Your name's are ridiculous! Why can't we let the people of your world know? Huh? Why, Pau... | 29 | 0 | 41 | 13,033 |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | A shaky knock at the door came on the hour, as it always did. John looked at his partner, who had a demonic smile on his face.
"Goddamn man, lay off the poor little fucks would you?"
"No... I don't think I will."
Kevin grabbed his truncheon and yanked the door open. A small glowing humanoid stood at the door of wha... | 7 | 0 | 41 | 13,034 |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | The chopping of helicopter blades sliced the Nevada night, the only sounds in the silence. The helicopter touched down in between several tall hills, invisible to any madmen willing to wander that far into the desert.
Several stories below, the President of the United States sat in a large conference room swarmed by b... | 3 | 0 | 41 | 13,035 |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | *When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed. - Marilyn Manson*
We had been the first to make contact. Accidentally some may say, nevertheless it was still true. Now here we are, barricaded behind an abandoned bank vault as those fucking vampires try to cut their way inside.
It had to... | 3 | 0 | 41 | 13,036 |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | “We still cannot comprehend”
Ambassador Carpenter sat back, hand going up to rub his forehead. It wouldn’t help the incipient headache he could feel coming on, but it made him feel a bit better. He caught himself right before he removed the tinted goggles that protected his eyes.
“Look. We cannot reveal you to the... | 13 | 0 | 41 | 13,037 |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | "We respectfully request that the public at large is identified of our existence."
This message had come through the official channels, from the Moix-Thetais. Third message this month. We at the agency had already told them that due to the physiology of the species, official public identification would be impossible. ... | 5 | 0 | 41 | 13,038 |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 41 | 13,039 |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | "Mr. President...Mr. President, wake up!" a harsh whisper ripped John from his sleep and he shot up in bed, his tired eyes shooting instantly to the general on his right. General Barker thrust John's night robe into his hands and motioned towards the door.
"Sorry to wake you, Mr. President," he said, "But we need you... | 1 | 0 | 41 | 13,040 |
[WP] Aliens plead with the government to have their existence exposed to the public. Government says no again. | "Sir...my people wish to bring ourselves into the light."
"You know what I'm going to say, and you know why."
"Think of the good we could do! Remember when I phased with you, and taught you of the things beyond the stars!"
"Not a day goes by that I am not haunted by the things you showed me in our minds' eyes."
"Th... | 1 | 0 | 41 | 13,041 |
[WP] A young child in elementary is school is being bullied mercilessly, and the faculty (teachers, principal, etc.) are aware, but for whatever reason are unable to do anything to help the child. Describe the emotions of the faculty. | *“It's... It's not like I don't want to help him.*
*I mean, man. Have you seen the look on his face? One minute he's hopeful, the next you see it just crumple, like a cardboard box trying to stand up to a fuckin' flamethrower. I dunno. It's not fair. I know it's not fair – I sit there and watch him, every day, and it ... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 13,042 |
[WP] Police find a feral child living in the woods. Years later, a routine test for genetic illnesses causes doctors to discover the feral child, now an adult, has animal DNA in addition to human DNA. | “Gentlemen” Ted shouted as he slammed open the door to the lab. “I can prove the child is a chimera! I studied his genome, he has animal dna”. Ted then bashed a table as hard as he could with his fists for dramatic effect, knocking over a most of the specimen jars placed there and severally rattling the rest of the one... | 3 | 0 | 7 | 13,043 |
What would you do if you could spend the day with the love of your life? | Hey mooseinnardspie, don't forget to tag your prompts! Check out the sidebar for more details.
Thanks :) | 1 | 0 | 1 | 13,044 |
[WP] The world's last bookstore sells its final book. Write from the perspective of either the store or the book itself. | Is that a hand I feel skimming through my pages? The soothing sensation of a fingertip following the sentences? Oh, how I have missed being held! Fold me! Rip me a little and prove my durability, for I am made to entertain and every tear tells a story just as much as the ink can. I may be the last book, in the last boo... | 1 | 0 | 2 | 13,045 |
[WP] The world's last bookstore sells its final book. Write from the perspective of either the store or the book itself. | The ceremony of my creation was a grand affair. Young and old lined the streets to watch as the strongmen muscled my cornerstone into place. Rich and poor alike listened as my benefactor spoke of the future, his wispy white beard blowing in the wind. “Today,” he’d said, waving his gilded cane at the crowd, “we have ... | 2 | 0 | 2 | 13,046 |
[WP] You are the first to find out about the apocalypse. | "T...That can't be!" exclaimed the professor while I was trying to catch my breath after the fight to death. He turned his body and hand over his mobile to me with his trembling hands. As I obviously didn't catch a word of what was written on the screen, he took his phone back and read aloud : "As the Lamb opened the f... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 13,047 |
[WP] You are the first to find out about the apocalypse. | The calculations were correct. I stared at the figures on the screen for hours, waiting for them to change, to be wrong. They weren't. It was us who were wrong... So very wrong about the Sun's capabilities. In less than forty-eight hours a solar flare larger than anything ever recorded will tear through space, vaporisi... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 13,048 |
[WP] You're a genie in a bottle and your master has been killed. Now you're stuck in the damn thing for an unknown length of time until someone accidentally releases you. | I sighed as I rolled onto the cushions within my humble lamp. The hours felt like days as I looked up towards the ceiling, as I wondered when the portal to the outside world would finally open.
I don’t know what happened to my master. The last time I spoke to him, he told me that he was planning to sneak inside th... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,049 |
[WP] You're a genie in a bottle and your master has been killed. Now you're stuck in the damn thing for an unknown length of time until someone accidentally releases you. | ... I'm trapped in this wretched place AGAIN!
Is it too much to want for the light and warmth of the sun on my face, without the worry of being damned to this eternal pit of darkness once some foolish mortal has satisfied his greed!
HA! As if such a thing were possible.
I can only begi-*DING*
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Seriously... I co... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,050 |
[WP] You're a genie in a bottle and your master has been killed. Now you're stuck in the damn thing for an unknown length of time until someone accidentally releases you. | I reclined back in my chair. The lamp I lived in I had all the luxuries I could ever wish for. Beautiful food, comfort and entertainment, although it felt like a prison. I had lost count after the second year.
I can't say what happened to my master, because I don't know. One day, the top just didn't open. I can rememb... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,051 |
[WP]A future society where IQ points can be used as a high value currency. | "Arson," the inspector said with a mournful shake of his head. The smug smile of my insurance agent was infuriating. Of course I would receive no compensation, my plan didn't cover willful destruction of property. At least I can keep working, probably get a small apartment. I can make it through this.
"It wil... | 2 | 0 | 1 | 13,052 |
[WP] A video game character walks into your room and invites you to go with them. What happens next? | "It's a-me, Mario!" I jumped from my chair. Mario, the video game character, was in my room talking to me!
"Mario?" I asked. "Are you real? Am I dreaming?"
"No, I'm-a real. Come-a with me!" Mario led me out into my hallway, which completely changed as soon as I walked through the door. I was now inside the wo... | 6 | 0 | 4 | 13,053 |
[WP] You're A Mercenary In Space Fighting For A Cause | Fucking Jedi's. Rebel scum. Can't they see we're working for a better galactic society. I republic for pulsars sake! How could they be against the republic? I ask myself this question daily and still have yet to come up with a satisfactory answer. A republic is controlled by the people who elect representatives to spea... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 13,054 |
[WP] You're A Mercenary In Space Fighting For A Cause | Just like trillions of others, millennia ago I died in the fighting. The Great Battle of Planet Moon, as it would be called hundreds of years after the battled ceased. This battle only lasted 15 hours, but twenty-three trillion mercenaries fought and lost their lives that day. The two Mega-companies, RED and BLU, had c... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 13,055 |
[WP] "Your card has been rejected." | "I'm sorry sir, your card has been rejected." The cashier said to me from behind the cash register. She looked tired, but I understood why, I was buying a pregnancy test for my wife at 12 AM.
"Try it again, I must have five dollars on there." I begged her to try again, rejected. Again, rejected. She hands me back my... | 3 | 0 | 12 | 13,056 |
[WP] "Your card has been rejected." | I finally stumble forward at the front of the queue. Official readers sit at a long table, each dressed in white and holding a small machine. They say nothing but the few scripted sentences on the sheet in front of them.
"Please step forward," the one in front of me instructs. My feet drag towards them reluctantly. I... | 9 | 0 | 12 | 13,057 |
[WP] "Your card has been rejected." | "Your card has been rejected."
"*What?*"
The cashier blinked. "Did you not hear me or...?"
"I *heard* you, I just don't understand how this is happening. I *just* made a deposit." He argued, as if she could control what the register said.
"You're free to try again, sir." The girl, not much older than twenty, probab... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 13,058 |
[WP] "Your card has been rejected." | "Your card has been rejected." Well, that was that. You spent a whole year chasing after that one thing you always wanted. Well, at least you know better now. Probably. Standing there, red faced as the cashier hands you your card back, you shove it back to your wallet and scurry out of the store without a word.
*I ha... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,059 |
[WP] An epic finale to a mundane story. | “Honey, did I turn the stove off this morning before we left?”
It's a question she's asked me many times before, to the point where I personally make sure everything is in order in the kitchen everytime I step out.
“It's off, I promise.”
She shot me a look of welcome complacency. We've done this dance enough time... | 3 | 0 | 3 | 13,060 |
[IP] The Dark Wanderer: The Winds of Change | The wind rushed up from the valley and blew against the raw skin of his face. The stink of distant Igarians clung to the wind wrecking the balanced smell of the mountains. Faint but unmistakably sour. Broman’s fingers tensed around the worn leather grip of his lightened sword. A smile snaked its way across his pock mar... | 3 | 0 | 1 | 13,061 |
[IP] The Lone Sentinal | As I summited the mountain, I was greeted by the now familiar sight of The Dog. He sat at the edge of the mountaintop, staring out across the plain, at the range in the distance, just as he had been the last time. Just as he had been the time before that, and the time before. I don't know exactly when he started his vi... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 13,062 |
[PM] I'm constraining myself, 300 words or less. | A teddy bear tangled in a barbed wire fence. | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,063 |
[PM] I'm constraining myself, 300 words or less. | The closest you've ever felt to nirvana.
[I'd suggest at least some staccato single images/phrases, but that's just a suggestion.] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,064 |
[PM] I'm constraining myself, 300 words or less. | Describe your favorite scene from a movie, but from the perspective of a character that wasn't featured. | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,065 |
[PM] I'm constraining myself, 300 words or less. | Hey!
I'm removing this post because the rules in the sidebar state that you should:
>Only post these (PMs) if you intend on responding to a few within six hours of posting, otherwise it will be removed.
Remember to leave some time to respond if you're planning to do another one! | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,066 |
[PM] I'm constraining myself, 300 words or less. | The world is run by criminals, yet, your the only pure hearted person. | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,067 |
[WP] We are shamed by the mistakes of the past, and aim to correct them. With fire. | It was a mistake to allow the Sarn Confederation to reorganize. We should have nipped the bud at its source and removed that thorn in our side for good. Now they out number us 3 to 1. The Galen Thalassocracy on the Eastern Sea has always threatened our maritime routes. They indeed rule the sea. And to the west, the set... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,068 |
[WP] We are shamed by the mistakes of the past, and aim to correct them. With fire. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 8 | 13,069 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | A butterfly chases a monster into a cave. The butterfly has seemingly every color in the visible spectrum while the monster is a dingy dark green. We follow. As they enter the cave, the butterfly morphs into a larger winged creature, a more terrifying one. This creature is white with black fangs and bites into the crea... | 0 | 0 | 18 | 13,070 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,071 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | "Squidward...What are you doing here?" asked Spongebob. Squidward stood at the foot of his bed, in the dark of night, not saying a word. Years of torment led to this moment. All the hate, the depression, the misery. Most of all the loneliness. A void in his soul he couldn't fill, the depression ate away at the squid's ... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 13,072 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | The boy lies huddled against the side of the alleyway, clutching a flimsy, tattered umbrella in his hands. The rain falls in thick sheets, drenching all in its wake. He shivers. He wish he could remember what it felt like to be warm.
He looks and sees the sign, which beckons him yet again with its warm colors and in... | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,073 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | As he bit into the apple, its blood mixed with his own. The clear juice of the apple was forced out as the skin of the fruit dug into his gums. As his mouth was lacerated, a superficial transfusion took place, his blood being absorbed into the flesh of the fruit. He then sucked the coppery-sweet mixture from indentatio... | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,074 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 18 | 13,075 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | Peter stared blindly at the blaring screen that flashed an endless array of images he failed to understand on any comprehensible level. His eyes seemed to prop themselves open with the crust of another sleepless night and the sun was just now peeking over the dim horizon. With a loud snort he cleared his sinuses and ... | 3 | 0 | 18 | 13,076 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | **Jim's yacht-home, and a series of unfortunate events**
"You coming Aaron? You have to see my place.." panted Jim, speed walking as fast as his overweight body would let him. "Hey man, I'm right behind you", I assured him, as he guided me along the shoreline. Jim had mentioned that I wouldn't believe my eyes earlie... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 13,077 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. |
It has long been acknowledged that love and death often go hand-in-hand. It is one of the great mysteries of mankind. What is mysterious to man, however, is often known to the gods. The answer to this mystery lies in the events that unfolded at one of Mother Nature's most infamous parties years ago, yesterday, and... | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,078 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | Deadline? | 4 | 0 | 18 | 13,079 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | Edward looked behind him, at the cloud of dust that rolled from underneath his wagon. He was still a few miles from home, and despair went through his body. Ed was scarred, and he did not like what was going to happen in the coming weeks. And he most certainly did not want to break the news to his wife.
It was late ev... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 13,080 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 18 | 13,081 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | Steps
I am afraid of heights. My acrophobia is of the deathly variety. When I was seven years old my mother and father thought it a good idea to take me to the top of the Empire State Building. After paying the extortionate entrance fee, and being confined to the longest elevator ride of my life we arrived on the obse... | 4 | 0 | 18 | 13,082 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 18 | 13,083 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | Did you guys look at their animations? Yikes. | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,084 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,085 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | He saw her inside, his face pressed up against the restaurant window, the cool summer air rushing around him - his beloved sitting with someone else. The thought of it raged inside him, inflaming his passion. But he deliberated, was this what he really wanted to do? Could he be sure that this choice would be the one he... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 13,086 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,087 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,088 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,089 |
[OT] Writing Contest! Winner gets an animated adaption to their story. | VOTING HAS BEGUN
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[WP] A man and a woman are throwing a party and things are going great. The guest cause an event that leads to the realization of the hostess that she has been the only one in the room the whole night. | "Oh Jim things are going so well tonight" I looked at my boyfriend with a smile and kissed him.
"I know honey and Rick even went at least half the night without puking on anything" Jim laughed and pointed over at Rick.
"Well if I didn't Jim how would you know what is mine in here!" We all laughed together. It's been ... | 7 | 0 | 9 | 13,091 |
Write for two minutes without hitting backspace at all [CW] | so you mean stream of consciousness writing well you didnt even stipulate that i couldnt take much time to think but ill do that anyway heh tsream of consciousness writing is something i dont do very opften im going to be honest with you a while back all the way up at tsream i accidently hit backspace to fix steam real... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,092 |
Write for two minutes without hitting backspace at all [CW] | Once upon a time, I realized that my life on readdit had led to this moment: a single dot in the histroy of history, yet it was so very important to me. Yes, this is me from the furture. I am writing to thank you for createing this post. it inspried my past self to create a story with so much "pizazz" that i vecame a w... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,093 |
Write for two minutes without hitting backspace at all [CW] | Ho boy. Two minutes. Lets fuck this pig.
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who the fuck do you people think wwe are/ lost fuckin causes fuckin wrecks not fit for society gotta blo can only blow our fuckin brains out anymore cause thats all ya think we got left. fuck you mna fuck you constant reader what the fuck do you know out side of your hea... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,094 |
Write for two minutes without hitting backspace at all [CW] | Well, this will be a cahllenge. I'm a perfectionist, and I often like to go back and edit things after I've written. Even things as smal as spelling rmistakes agre going to bother me.
Here we go.
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The stars were unusually dull that night.
It was not often that he would come out to look at the starts, b... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 13,095 |
Write for two minutes without hitting backspace at all [CW] | I haven't had enough, and now I can't sleep. There are two dead bottles oof wine on the floor beside me, I thought it would be enough. It's 5;17, I hav didn't sleep yesterday either. I don't have neough for more tomorrow (it's today by now), I don't really know what I'll do. I might have to try steal a bottle, or maybe... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 13,096 |
Write for two minutes without hitting backspace at all [CW] | I honestly try to be a better person a lot of the time. It's pretty hard. The hardest part is knowing what was the right thing to do for that certain time. LIk,e, retrpospection is the key to becoming a better person or whatever. I dunno. Then sometimes during retrospection, it just gets depressiong. other times, it's ... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,097 |
Write for two minutes without hitting backspace at all [CW] | I stated at the clock. My, my. I could reach the button to turn it off - - turn off the dam ticking - - but I'm too relaxed in my bed. My socks are still on. He never liked socks in bed, but he's not here now, so what does any of it matter. Sticks the heart a little still, thinking about him.
It's not unlike me to dr... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,098 |
Write for two minutes without hitting backspace at all [CW] | Weighed down by past happenings, she wondered if things would always be like thish. Always remain the same. It sucked. She was young she was, free? Well as free as she could be. But nothing—nothing mirrored the life of other teenagers. They had lives and friends. Things to do and places to go. All she had was her restl... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,099 |
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