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[WP] Not all eldritch horrors from beyond the normal edges of space-time see you as a snack. | "So, I'm not going to remember any of this after I wake up?"
"That's correct."
"And I'm not dreaming right now? I'm totally wide awake," he said, not quite sure if that last bit was a question or a statement.
"Sure."
That was a little confusing to him, as the thing hovering over his recliner in the living room was... | 5 | 0 | 16 | 13,300 |
[WP] Not all eldritch horrors from beyond the normal edges of space-time see you as a snack. | "You weren't kidding around." Joel nodded at the sign that read 'Antique Bookstore'. "This looks ancient!" Joel swept a thick layer of dust off an old tome.
"You have no idea..." The store owner, draped in dust and cobwebs, looked as ancient as the books themselves as he hobbled after Joel, leaning on his cane.
Joel ... | 40 | 0 | 16 | 13,301 |
[WP] Not all eldritch horrors from beyond the normal edges of space-time see you as a snack. | (OT) a [EU] story with a similar premise, set in (and around) the Discworld universe can be found [here](https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5136265/1/The-importance-of-index-cards) | 1 | 0 | 16 | 13,302 |
[WP] Millenniums ago, the greatest man on Earth was granted immortality. He quickly became the wisest and most powerful of all humanity. Through countless centuries of disappointment and heartbreak, he grew evil and spiteful to all. (more inside) | Sarah powered down her armor as Lord Darkness watched quizzically. Darkness waved his jewel encrusted gauntlet and his dark minions backed off, their fangs, and shadowy bodies receding back into the normal shadows of his castle. He closed his eyes and the sky went from black back to blue.
Sarah kicked off her titani... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 13,303 |
[IP] "Another Sunrise" | These are the days of crushed beer cans
and shoe-twisted cigarette butts;
Of pit-fires that tempt the sun's rise
with the shadows of drunken revelers
who understand nothing of the way the world works
on purpose. | 3 | 0 | 8 | 13,304 |
[IP] "Another Sunrise" | The old man stood before the group and smiled. With this vantage point he could see for miles, and should someone see them, they could flee from the Inquisition. He peered at the individuals in front of him and gestured to the sunrise before them.
"We greet another dawn. The Inquisition has yet to find us. Luck may st... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,305 |
[IP] "Another Sunrise" | Mado kara mieru,
Kagayuku ume ichirin,
Ichirin hodo no,
Sono atatakaska.
That was the song that kept playing in his head. He didn't know why. He didn't talk to the others anymore. They simply woke up, ate their rations in silence, and continued on the journey. It was beautiful out there, but damn was it hot.
Th... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,306 |
[IP] "Another Sunrise" | Dawn stretches across the sky, it's rays reaching out towards the west. With it, the camp slowly comes alive. Fires are stoked and food readied for breakfast. Despite it being the start of a beautiful day, it is a mood of mourning. King Aidan the leader of Verland, was laid low on the field of battle yesterday. He died... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,307 |
[IP] "Another Sunrise" | It was the first time many of them had been outside of the city, where the smog and skyscrapers had blocked out the sky. He had been called crazy by the other officers, who had all stayed in their smog covered apartment buildings, away from the teens, but away from the sunrise.
Jim smiled as he woke the teenagers up. ... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,308 |
[IP] "Another Sunrise" | -028
The grass was cool against my skin. In the distance a whooping crane called. *Wah-hahoot-oot-oot. Wah-hahoot-oot-oot.* I listened to it and studied the silhouttes of the family before me. The sun was nearly set and their outlines were crisp and clean in their contrast with the horizon. I wasn't going to get a bet... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,309 |
[CW] Write a short prompt about what it means to be from where you live. | Being a Mainer means going apple-picking, or going out on the water in the summer. It means cursing the cold, wishing you could move to Florida with the birds for the summer.
People who are not from Maine might have perceptions about us, from L.L. Bean to Sugarloaf and Old Orchard Beach. I imagine tourists are afraid ... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 13,310 |
[CW] Write a short prompt about what it means to be from where you live. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 7 | 13,311 |
[CW] Write a short prompt about what it means to be from where you live. | I'm a Brit from Middle England and I guess that tells you all you need to know. I like tea and talking about the weather. I don't like taxes or snow because we're not prepared well for either. I don't have an accent, so please don't say 'Burrrrrmingheem' like that because it wasn't funny when the first fifteen people s... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 13,312 |
[CW] Write a short prompt about what it means to be from where you live. | The wind whips out of the west blowing a thick wall of snow straight into me. The weather joins in the conspiracy to keep me away from home. Behind me, the emergency flashers blink, changing the snow from white to amber. I take a last, futile glance at my cell; no bars. I draw my coat around my face and start down ... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,313 |
[CW] Write a short prompt about what it means to be from where you live. | From unemployment, grayness and history I come. From a line of trades and military men, men from the pits and the battalions, who built the trains but couldn't ride them. Where it was right and proper to mock those who aspired to be different and chastise those in power because we knew they cared for us less than we ca... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,314 |
[CW] Write a short prompt about what it means to be from where you live. | I'm Jamaican, and I start with this. We do not say "mon". Chuh Bumboclaat. That aside, it's amazing how much and how little our impact. How much yet how little our heritage. How much yet how little our advantage. To live going downhill, yet to realize you could enjoy nowhere else, half as much. To live *Out of Many, On... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,315 |
[WP] Knowledge is property. Leave a job? Your employer keeps your work experience. Break up with someone? You can take back their knowledge of your secrets. Want to get an education? You can rent it for cheap...just don't fall behind in your payments if you value what you learned. | The divides were brutally obvious. Within cities there were clear lines of demarcation between the classes, often a few empty blocks although some places had actually constructed walls to maintain separation.
Private universities served as capitals and the state colleges were welfare centers and soup kitchens. Knowled... | 12 | 0 | 34 | 13,316 |
[WP] Knowledge is property. Leave a job? Your employer keeps your work experience. Break up with someone? You can take back their knowledge of your secrets. Want to get an education? You can rent it for cheap...just don't fall behind in your payments if you value what you learned. | **This is my first post, so please be nice.**
It wasn't long after she left. The room was still filled with all of her furniture, her clothes, and her scent. The large canvas picturing the moon in a little pond was placed on the wall. Just looking at it brings me to that one night of absolute bliss.
It was right aft... | 2 | 0 | 34 | 13,317 |
[WP] Knowledge is property. Leave a job? Your employer keeps your work experience. Break up with someone? You can take back their knowledge of your secrets. Want to get an education? You can rent it for cheap...just don't fall behind in your payments if you value what you learned. | First time I've ever done one of these. Fuck it, here goes.
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“Then why the hell do you still work there? Jesus, man, you can’t just put up with that shit. I don’t care how well they fucking pay you, it can’t be worth that.”
“It’s not that simple, man.”
“ ‘Course it is. You can’t let people treat you li... | 3 | 0 | 34 | 13,318 |
[WP] Knowledge is property. Leave a job? Your employer keeps your work experience. Break up with someone? You can take back their knowledge of your secrets. Want to get an education? You can rent it for cheap...just don't fall behind in your payments if you value what you learned. | It’s difficult to cling to knowledge when the loggers are constantly trying to tear it from you. Even the smallest fragment of information can be solidified in your memory one moment and gone the next. You can go to sleep an experienced electrician and wake up a wiring nightmare – there’s nothing worse than frying al... | 2 | 0 | 34 | 13,319 |
[WP] A story for the Brick Bible | [deleted] | -1 | 0 | 5 | 13,320 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | [deleted] | 0 | 0 | 355 | 13,321 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | [deleted] | -2 | 0 | 355 | 13,322 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | *"I tend not to trust men who used to throw lightning"*
Zeus fidgeted. After the one true god came to claim her keep on earth, she demoted all the gods, goddesses, titans, heroes, heroines and every other manner of supernatural being back down into their respective mortal states. Zeus in particular had it bad. Now a m... | 33 | 0 | 355 | 13,323 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | "Your resume looks pretty good," I said to the Greek God, "Says here you sling lightening bolts at non believers?"
"Used to," his voice thundered, pointing to a spot on the paper, "I stopped that a while ago, set the weather on autopilot centuries ago."
"That's good, we really don't have a lot of use for that here an... | 165 | 0 | 355 | 13,324 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | The farm manager sighed. He looked downward chewing on some tobacco at the new batch of temporary workers on from overseas. Some Filipinos, Mexicans, western Africans and it seemed like one Greek fellow. Didn't see too many Europeans any more, not since the eighties, but he'd heard how bad their economy was so he'd giv... | 15 | 0 | 355 | 13,325 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | Hello Mr. Zeus. Please sit down.
THANK YOU
Alright, you do not have to yell.
THIS IS THE NATURALLY BOOMING VOICE OF A GREEK GOD
Alright. God? Interesting. And why is it you would like to work on a farm?
FOR, UM, TO DO SOME PHYSICAL WORK. BEING A GOD IS QUITE LIKE AN OFFICE JOB.
Really, an office job? I've read m... | 15 | 0 | 355 | 13,326 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | Holy crap, this is an amazing prompt. I don't have time today, but tomorrow I'm gonna have a barrel of fun responding to this. | 3 | 0 | 355 | 13,327 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 355 | 13,328 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | "So, Mr. Zeus is it? I'm so glad you could make it. You wouldn't believe the number of scoundrels I get applying for a this position. One employee stole fire from my farm and gave it to a bunch of common people. Another, had a medical condition and kept turning everyone to stone. Of course, the guy your replacing had a... | 11 | 0 | 355 | 13,329 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | "Jesus, was it?"
"No no, just, just Zeus." Said the Olympian, shifting in his seat.
"Okay. Zeus. Oh, yeah, right here in the application."
"Yeah, yeah. I hope it's sufficiently filled out?"
"Seems fine- well, maybe next time you're filling these out you should opt for slightly more modern numerals, this MMXIV stuff... | 7 | 0 | 355 | 13,330 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 355 | 13,331 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | (I'm pretty sure he turned into those forms to seduce human women, Lida and Io respectively. And he turned Europa into a bull too) | 2 | 0 | 355 | 13,332 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | “And over here is our stable,” I say, gesturing to where it is. “Zeus?” I turn around. Zeus is still at the pig pen, stroking one of the pigs and whispering to it. *Again?* I think. *First the sheep, now this. What a weird guy.* “Zeus!”
He turns around to look at me, a dazed smile on his face. His eyes widen in surpri... | 3 | 0 | 355 | 13,333 |
[WP] You are interviewing Zeus for a job on your farm and slowly realizing that he's going to seduce all your animals. | So you said youre pretty good with animals? How would you be able to handle a big bull and what are your techniques?
"Well... I have been known to take on a bull or two- even at the same time... the trick is to not panic and to relax your whole body. It's almost like... you know what's gonna come, but you are not gonn... | 3 | 0 | 355 | 13,334 |
[WP] A first-person story which ends in the death of the protagonist. | Game of thrones. | -3 | 0 | 11 | 13,335 |
[WP] A first-person story which ends in the death of the protagonist. | I wake up, and 15 seconds later my alarm goes off. "Mr. Blue Skies," by ELO blaring from my phone. I look out the window, sky is already a perfect blue.
I turn off the alarm. Shower is warm right away. Coffee machine's timer worked. Keys right where they are supposed to be.
I head out to door to my big, grey tr... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,336 |
[WP] A first-person story which ends in the death of the protagonist. | "You know how long we've been meaning to do this?" I asked Jack, shutting the truck door behind.
"No," Jack replied. "How long?"
"Twelve years, to the day." I walked around to back of the pickup, dropping the tailgate down. Picking up the rods, I handed Jack one of the tackle boxes. "I'll carry these. You can take th... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,337 |
[WP] A first-person story which ends in the death of the protagonist. | I still feel sick. I'm supposed to be better by now. I take some Tylenol and wash it down with ice cold water.
I put a pot of water on the stove to boil. My stomach growls, but nothing I've eaten in the past day has stayed down.
I grab a packet of saltines from the cabinet and begin nibbling off a corner. I set the... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 13,338 |
[WP] A first-person story which ends in the death of the protagonist. | "We're pinned down here, we need support!" shouts our squad leader.
I peek my head above the wall and catch a glimpse of an enemy sniper as the sunshine flashes off his scope. A bullet whizzes past my left ear just as I duck back down. A grenade rolls past us and stops a few metres from my feet.
"Grenade!" screams the ... | 5 | 0 | 11 | 13,339 |
[WP] A first-person story which ends in the death of the protagonist. | "We're almost done. Just one more thing, and it will be all over."
His voice was only barely louder than a whisper. My mind began to race as he opened his bag. *What was next? What else could I possibly give them? I've told them everything! There's nothing else to tell!*
Out of the bag, he produced a long syr... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 13,340 |
[WP]- Beginning- An Italian street musician gets stabbed. Middle- An aging rich man wanders his massive, empty mansion. End- Two men jump off the top of a building, hand in hand. | Giovanni woke up in his apartment, ready for another day of work, or, at least, what was work for him. Everywhere he applied, he was turned away, the words "We'll notify you if any positions come up" becoming a hollow phrase, a polite way to say "We don't want you." So, in lieu of an actual job, he indulged his passion... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 13,341 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | 449 words
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Most of the time you got the talkative ones. They'd be waving to the crowd, trying to get a chant going, practically skipping up the steps towards the block. They'd nonchalantly tell me a joke that I'd heard a thousand times before ("A little bit off the top, sir!" Oh, how I fail to laugh) and then spew... | 7 | 0 | 11 | 13,342 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | 149 words.
He looked at me, pure resentment and hatred in his eyes. They were so full of hate, I almost took a step back; but I had to do this, he had to die. He had caused so many deaths and hurt so many people. I had to. I had never known the amount of rage that he had. I couldn't understand why he had done what he... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,343 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | E: 427 words.
Some say the first time is the hardest, and it gets easier.
Some say it never gets easier.
Some say it's simply part of our nature.
I say it's none of these things, and all of them.
Because the first time, when I beat that homeless man to death with nothing but my bare fists...it was difficult. But o... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 13,344 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | He was leaned up against the wall. His shoulders were hunched up carrying a lot of tension around his neck, but his chest moved in a calm rhythmic manner. People hurried by busy with their weekend shopping and the streetlight glinted off the four figure jewels encased behind the bullet proof glass of the display window... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,345 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | 369 Words
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They tell you that someone dies with a quiet sigh, providing you have the element of surprise, and a sharp knife. What they don’t tell you is that you shouldn't miss. That…well, it leaves an impression in your mind. Seeing a man choke to death on his own blood, well, it’ll leave you... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,346 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | The snows have come early. The mountain will not support the stranger much longer, but he has shown no sign of moving on. Soon he must come after my cabin and my winter store.
I do not wait for him to come to me--the mountain does not suffer gentlemen for long. I build a fire in my hearth with green wood and pine knot... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,347 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | Does my blade feel as I?
The morning begins as bleak as any other. The sun’s enlightenment seems to provide no warmth. The afternoon evolving forward, slowly giving rise to a hint of inspiration in my core. But the night, the night is when the day truly begins.
I see the outline of a man. He is nothing special as of ... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,348 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | It was 1993 in the old soviet bloc. I was hardened by this time, having been doing this for men I will not name, with a scope rifle and a picture of my target being my sole possessions besides the clothes on my back. I waited in the old chapel for my target to visit his frequented coffee shop, and around the mid-mornin... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,349 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,350 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | 500 Words
"She left you, son. She took your kids, emptied your accounts, and humping your boss. He fired you and now you're about to be homeless. Yeah, he said it was for stealing, but you know why he did it. She wanted him to. She probably fucked him all night to make sure he did, but you know the worst part.
You're... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,351 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | 311 Words
These plots I make in my mind are far too twisted to attempt. The amount of anger I would need to commit an act of inhumane sorts. I am at a crossroads in my own thoughts. Out of all the cynical and devilish scenarios I have secretly planned but have never done, a knife would be my way to cleanse this thirs... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 13,352 |
[CW]Killing a man. No names, less than 500 words | 312
It was a good day, and today is the day where I break certain virginity. The one where I kill, all my friends are killers and they brag about it in our small social group. Last time my senior showed me a photograph of his multi-kill, and I felt ashamed that I was so behind. He'd done in a family over a steep mount... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,353 |
[WP] An immortal being lives to witness the death of the universe. | Once, as a child, I let sand run
between my fingers
Like a benevolent god allowing its prey to escape
Before a cruel recapturing.
Now I stand and watch
As mountains crumble into dust
And no sadness or pain worms its way
Into my narrow heart
Losing faith shrinks you
To a singularity of pain and anger
T... | 5 | 0 | 7 | 13,354 |
[WP] An immortal being lives to witness the death of the universe. | Time again? Is it time for this again? Has this happened before? When I look into myself I feel the idea take shape and possess my thoughts. It changes as it pleases. Sometimes it is pointed and complex. The more I focus on the points the farther I am pulled into its complexity. Sometimes, it rolls ever so gently. It f... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,355 |
[WP] An immortal being lives to witness the death of the universe. | Time was meaningless. For Him at least, it had been for last... however long. He saw the rise and fall of civilizations, He saw humanities last breath. He saw what came after the humans, and what came after that. He remembered when the Sun went supernova, hurtling Him through space for a millennia. This was His payment... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,356 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | All I wanted was some orange juice, but instead I got a gun waved in my face. Great start to the week.
Truth be told, I wasn't planning on making it to Tuesday anyway. The monotony of my life and complete lack of control over its direction has driven me to a place of absolute indifference.
The poorly disguised thugs... | 4 | 0 | 18 | 13,357 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | “Do we have any more orange juice?” Keith asked. He yanked open the refrigerator door and peered inside, letting out a quiet sigh as he saw the empty carton on the bottom shelf, “You didn’t go to the grocery store today?”
“Oh, did I *forget* to pick up your precious orange juice?” Shelby hissed from the sink. She stop... | 15 | 0 | 18 | 13,358 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | Shifting
All I wanted was some orange juice, but the universe seems to be playing tricks on me again. I can't understand it and there is nothing I can do to fix it. Everything I want seems to be out of reach, right down to the single drop of orange juice. One moment it will be there and the next it won't.
I have come ... | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,359 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | "I'm a dirty little piece of shit"
I looked at my reflection in the filthy mirror with a sort of restrained longing, like a dog who is trying to lick his own balls but can't quite stretch his neck far enough. Staring at myself and feeling this made me queasy, but I just felt so physically attracted to the man in the m... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 13,360 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | It’s been getting warmer over the past few days, though any day where her exhalations became visible were considered a danger. She breathed out deeply as she sat on the sidewalk on top of a thick piece of salvaged cardboard, watching the vapors expand, escape, disappear.
She closed her eyes and dreamed of California.... | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,361 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | "ORANGE... JUICE?" I said loudly, into one of the locals face. He shook his head, muttering something incomprehensible while shuffling back into the never ending crowd that walked the Bangkok sidewalks. I sighed, exasperated. I had been in Thailand a week now, and all I wanted was some freaking orange juice. While it s... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 13,362 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | "What the fuck does a goblin want with orange juice? Did your mother fuck an elf or something?" a voice whispers.
"Shut up."
"Or what? You'll wave your big old cleaver at me and look mean? Bite me, cheese-for-brains."
"I said shut up."
"'Ooh, look at me, I think I'm a human and I'm going to do human things like dri... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 13,363 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | Well. Good.
World has come to a close.
Everyone is dead but me.
All I wanted was some damn orange juice.
I guess I should start at the beginning.
My name, it doesn't matter, at this point, but it's Bill. I was a pretty normal guy, maybe a little luckier than average. Okay, a lot luckier than average.
I made ... | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,364 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | I opened the door to the cooler and stood perusing the selection of beverages. V8. V8 Spicey Hot. Gatorade. Cranberry Juice. Ah! The orange juice. I was just getting ready to grab it when shouting from the front of the store pulled my attention away.
"Don't fucking move! This is a robbery! Open the register. Open the... | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,365 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | The phone rang for the fifth time in ten minutes and Jenna sighed. Who the hell even had her home phone number?
"Hello?"
"Hi, Jenna," breathed a female voice.
"Hi? Who is this?"
"MOMMY HELP! *MOMMY!*" The phone slipped from Jenna's hand and landed on the counter. *This person had Jeremy.* She grabbed the phone and ... | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,366 |
[WP] - "All I wanted was some orange juice" | She sat, waiting for him, in the kitchen. Her posture perfect, as always. Her knuckles white with the gripping intensity of her fingers. A leg bobbed up and won. Nothing seemed to captivate her attention; her head was on a swivel.
On and on, it seemed, she waited and waited. Longer than Prometheus, longer than t... | 1 | 0 | 18 | 13,367 |
[WP] In the future, dreams can be coded and experienced on dream machines. You encounter a glitch in a coded dream. | Short, but I like it:
I closed my eyes and laid back, putting all of my trust into the men operating the machine. A man with a blue-green face mask put up three fingers, then two, then one. After that, everything went black.
As I drifted into sleep, my mind went back to an hour earlier. I walked into Nodens with a s... | 7 | 0 | 9 | 13,368 |
[WP] In the future, dreams can be coded and experienced on dream machines. You encounter a glitch in a coded dream. | I plugged in the DreaMachine5000 and scanned my eyes for a minute.
"Viewing complete. Dream loading. Please standby." I excitedly waited for my dream to replay on the 120 inch screen. I knew it was a good one, but only remembered running through a forest that looked similar to the untended area behind my backyard.
"3... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 13,369 |
[WP] Apple have brought out a new brain implanted device which allows users to rewind, pause, fast forward and share their memories. | Black Mirror anyone? | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,370 |
[WP] Apple have brought out a new brain implanted device which allows users to rewind, pause, fast forward and share their memories. | The hospital was cold. Not in the way that in St. Petersburg, my home town, but devoid of emotion. The staunch white walls drove all hopes of compassion out as Dr. Schleevogt brought me down the corridor. I had visions of this day for years, being moved up to the 4th floor after the doctors failed to stop the bleeding.... | 3 | 0 | 5 | 13,371 |
[WP] Apple have brought out a new brain implanted device which allows users to rewind, pause, fast forward and share their memories. | "I got my new iMemory, Ryan," I exclaimed as I walked into the dorm. He walked out from his room with slight interest, "Oh cool. What can you do with it?"
"I can play memories back in my head, or on my iPhone. Or any iDevice for that matter," I explained excitedly, "I can share or watch other people's memories. I can ... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 13,372 |
[WP] Death tolls were in the hundreds, but you alone made it out. How? | Surprisingly enough I am a bit nervous about pulling the trigger. The barrel of the gun is digging into my shoulder, just bellow the collar bone. I have pulled this trigger more times than I could ever count already today and all that's left is to shoot myself. Make myself look like a victim of whatever maniac caused t... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 13,373 |
[WP] Death tolls were in the hundreds, but you alone made it out. How? | All I needed to do was lie there and I would be all fine. The bodies of my friends who I had been talking to just minutes before now lay next to me.I couldn't even think when the man walked into the Starbucks that I was in with a 12 gauge and an armored vest. Then the chaos started and the world was changed for me fore... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 13,374 |
[CW] Write a Poem using only Half of the Alphabet | Anywhere I go
Banished by my own thoughts
Controled by fear,
Directed by strength
Every night I stand, walking my own path
Frightened by as little as a shadow
Giving in to the crushing turbine of my own never ceasing thoughts
Heaven cannot save me
I feel the weight of my essence growing stronger
... | 1 | 0 | 2 | 13,375 |
[CW] Write a Poem using only Half of the Alphabet | Avast! Lads, a mast as vast as a star!
Stab a ham slab, swat a mad rat.
Mass: tabards, salt, straw hats, bars, jam, raw ham, lamb.
A task! blast all bastards! All swabs!
Dad's balls, start! Start ark! Start!
A shark, alas, swam at Atlas at last.
A slash, hard jaws at arms, arms at walls
... | 1 | 0 | 2 | 13,376 |
[WP] A man spends his entire life praying for Satan. How is he treated when he reaches heaven (or hell)? (More inside) | The light was the first thing I noticed. It was blinding, yet glorious. I stood there, basking in the warmth, as a man approached me. He was remarkably average, no different from me. Around his neck hung a brass key, likely corresponding to the large gates which lay just beyond him.
"John," the man said, his voice ca... | 11 | 0 | 12 | 13,377 |
[WP] A man spends his entire life praying for Satan. How is he treated when he reaches heaven (or hell)? (More inside) | Today would be the day. I would finally meet my master. I lay, in a circle of the blood of pigs, on my floor. I created this circle in reverence of my master, and my final act of servitude. I sat in the middle, and spread my arms and legs out, as I felt the drugs take hold. Soon, I would be with him.
_________________... | 4 | 0 | 12 | 13,378 |
[WP] A man spends his entire life praying for Satan. How is he treated when he reaches heaven (or hell)? (More inside) | I arrive in a white room, the walls glowing into the floor ans the ceiling above, giving the impression I could walk until dead and see nothing but nothing. Nervous, I fiddle with the symbol hanging from my neck. Is this it? Do I finally get to meet the Dark One?
"Mr Gabriel?" A friendly voice calls from behind me, I ... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 13,379 |
[WP] Internet piracy is a real-life, physical, heist-like deed. | "Remember we're here for the Breaking Bad finale." I tell my crew as the van pulls up and we all put our masks on.
"This better not be like the Dexter final episode..." Tim mutters as we walk into the TV vault storage
"Listen everybody" I yell and shoot into the air "Be calm this will just take a minute and you can ... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 13,380 |
[WP] Internet piracy is a real-life, physical, heist-like deed. | "Tie them up lads," the Captain ordered as he strode across the commandeered merchant ship's wet deck. His salt stained eyes looked over each captive sailor that now sat on the deck of the ruined ship. "Which one of you be t'captain of this sorry vessel?"
A wavering voice spoke out towards the end of the line, "the ca... | 3 | 0 | 12 | 13,381 |
[WP] Internet piracy is a real-life, physical, heist-like deed. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,382 |
[WP] Internet piracy is a real-life, physical, heist-like deed. | **EDIT:** I know absolutely nothing about actual computers and the internet, so people who do, please relax and try to enjoy this for what it is, and not accuracy :) Also edited for formatting.
**EDIT 2:** I did NOT see the physical bit :( I hope you guys can forgive it!
There were four people in the small room. Ever... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 13,383 |
[WP] Internet piracy is a real-life, physical, heist-like deed. | It's a wall of text, I know. But it was an entertaining story nevertheless:
“Follow, boys, and in less than an hour we’ll be sitting back and listening to Random Access Memories and watching Wolf of Wall Street backwards.” None818 certainly knew how to draw up a crowd. With a single sentence, he got half of an Ocean’s... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 13,384 |
[WP] Internet piracy is a real-life, physical, heist-like deed. | "All right, men. The plan is to go in, get the DLC package, and get out. Any questions?"
"What if they have firewalls?"
I tap my chest. "We're all wearing encryption suits. We can pass right through them."
"And if the DLC is made so it breaks upon being pirated?"
"Well, we'll just have to hope that isn't the case. ... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,385 |
[MP] Imagine Dragons - Demons | My wife and I looked on as our loved ones perished "for the good of man". I swallowed my sadness and made myself love the government "for the good of man". The excuse they had for their unstoppable torrents of bombs wiping out 3/4 of livable land and 9/10 of all humans? "For the good of man". If it weren't for my wife'... | 4 | 0 | 4 | 13,386 |
[MP] Imagine Dragons - Demons | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 4 | 13,387 |
[WP] Two video game guards/cops have a discussion that culminates in them realizing they are inside a video game. | Johnson sipped his coffee, leaving a few drops in his mustache before setting it down in the cupholder. He peered up into the rear view mirror to find himself staring at his lightly salted brown hair, questioning why at all he was still doing this at all.
His partner Anderson turned to him with a small smirk, "Stop ... | 5 | 0 | 10 | 13,388 |
[WP] Write a poem that makes me FEEL summer. | Laughing, happy, playing-
The time just seems to fly-
Everyone is intent on staying-
The party never dies
Waterslides and Magic Mountain-
Everything that's wet-
Splashing splashing in the fountain-
Wearing floral pants!
Insects, Mosquitoes, Small bug bites-
OUCH! That's gotta hurt-
Little Timmy got his blood type-
ta... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,389 |
[WP] Write a poem that makes me FEEL summer. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,390 |
[WP] Write a poem that makes me FEEL summer. | Midday's searing heat soon will pass,
and leave in its wake sharp dry grass.
With temperature's soaring,
and work, ever boring,
to the pool with my hot, sweaty ass.
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[WP] Write a poem that makes me FEEL summer. | blackberries fat on their brittle vines
in the smothering sun you are
bitten by chiggers, thorns and hayseeds
threatened by bees
her voice pitched sharp calls you
in from the creek in from the barn
in from yourself
when she hugs you to her apron
she is sunshine and biscuit flour
shooing the flies from... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,392 |
[WP] Write a poem that makes me FEEL summer. | Corpulent and wet,
Fissured bags of trash spill in the heat.
The buzzing of flies,
Sluggish and plump.
Dry winds curse through the streets,
Cooked brick and sweat.
Tempers baked to a slow simmering.
The Devil's Solstice in the City.
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[WP] Write a poem that makes me FEEL summer. | A soft exhale of smoke
Light, prisms, falls through the shade
Cold bubbles playing with my tongue
Light breeze, against my bare legs
Hazy, drunken, smiling
Warm air touching my lungs. Never leave.
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[IP] The Cat and the Robot: Singing in the Rain | *Oh there was once upon a time*
*Where a depressed robot was a crime*
*Oh how I was so sure, I would be caught*
*But then, in the rainy day, I spot a dot.*
*Mew, mew mew, mew... mew mew.*
*Through the rain, the sound had come through*
*the black dot turned out to be a kitty cat.*
*And now my depression are dimin... | 4 | 0 | 3 | 13,395 |
[IP] The Cat and the Robot: Singing in the Rain | "`...what a glorious feeling, I'm happy again!`"
"Do you even have emotions?"
Rokun would have rolled his eyes right then. "`Not as you'd experience them, no. I can assign electrical impulses to different stimuli on different wavelengths, and after I do it several times, the process automates. For example...`"
Yumi ... | 5 | 0 | 3 | 13,396 |
[IP] The Cat and the Robot: Singing in the Rain | Hello Kitty. You're very pretty. Would you like a ride?
*meow*
I guess that means yes. Hop on. Lets walk together kitty. I can play music, kitty. Would you like to hear?
*purrr*
That's good. Here I go. ... Music makes me happy in the city, kitty. There is a lot happening, here in this city kit... I can't keep calli... | 3 | 0 | 3 | 13,397 |
Being Drunk is Like Borrowing Happiness from tomorrow | "Hey, give me back my happiness" my ridiculously handicapped brother said while I washed him.
"Now now, little petal. No happiness for you" I began to protest, before he laboriously turned toward me. I contemplated his presence. Menace and fear combined with brutish movements.
"Stay back, I will warn you only once"... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 13,398 |
Being Drunk is Like Borrowing Happiness from tomorrow | "Another round?"
Julie's lips curl into that impish smile that I never could say no to. Two pools of deep sepia shimmer against bloodshot red. Layers of carefully applied makeup create the illusion of her normal milky complexion, but her glowing ears and rosy chest betray her mask of sobriety.
My phone chimes in m... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 13,399 |
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