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[WP] Maybe it wasn't the right hour for setting out, the sun too blazing or too uncertain. Maybe it was a road that belonged to another, never really yours... | *Do not walk in another's footsteps, for you will not leave any of your own.* Verlander proverb.
I climb the ridge and look out over the valley floor. It is a beautiful place, with the first blossoms starting to bloom. The snow melt is coursing down to the valley, with one moderate size stream running off the side of ... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 13,400 |
[WP] Maybe it wasn't the right hour for setting out, the sun too blazing or too uncertain. Maybe it was a road that belonged to another, never really yours... | saving for later
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[WP] Woman who doesn't speak English is diagnosed with fatal disease, and her family decides not to tell her. | "You have full blown AIDS" Maria Sharapova told her ailing mother, who had only recently returned from an overseas cruise in Alaska.
"Full AIDS. Not like HIV, but like, full blown AIDS. Like actually have AIDS, and will potentially die."
Olga Sharapova studied her carefully. Confused, clearly, but with a sneaky smile... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 13,402 |
[WP] Your character just burnt their foot on a waffle iron | "Ouch!" I said, jerking my foot away. I look down.
"Sorry" said the waffle iron miserably. | 6 | 0 | 4 | 13,403 |
[WP] Your character just burnt their foot on a waffle iron | It was sexy seeing her dance on the kitchen counter until she stepped on the waffle iron. | 1 | 0 | 4 | 13,404 |
[WP] Write a story that ends with the sentence "And that's why I decided to never wear clothes again" | I tug on my tie, my corporate noose, over my tight button down tucked into freshly pressed khakis. Grabbing a mug, I pour in black coffee, the only thing that will pull me out of my stupor long enough to make it through the work day. Work is nothing new, hours in front of a too bright screen, pages of dull numbers that... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 13,405 |
A man wakes up to find out that his entire life so far has been a dream | There were two police helicopters just hovering above me, the spotlights pointing me out to the host of police just out of shouting range.
Aftermath of the three hour police chase after the bank heist, three dead police officers, two dead accomplices, a fully reloaded magnum, and a hostage with a slight incontinence ... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 13,406 |
A man wakes up to find out that his entire life so far has been a dream | The thing that really struck Robert was the powerful thirst. After 22 years on the police force, he'd heard all kinds of stories about being shot. He'd heard it described as burning, freezing, painful, painless, sharp and dull. This didn't seem to be an appropriate time to form an opinion, but, he was sure of one th... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,407 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | I guess I already loved Lynn, but it wasn't until now when I finally realized it. As she and I sit here, I think about how this is the last place anyone would fall in love, yet here we both are, and I can tell she's feeling the same way. Lynn snuggles a little closer to me, and I reach over to brush snowflakes off of h... | 5 | 0 | 10 | 13,408 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | *It is not the kill that makes the hunt, but rather the chase.* Tallenburg proverb.
I start to cross the street, the cobblestone clanging against my spurs. She is talking with a vendor, admiring a bolt of calico fabric. Her poor maid is buried under a proverbial mountain of purchases. I pause mid stride to allow a her... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 13,409 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | Have you ever loved.
Just to love.
Let your mind ponder,
Let your heart wander,
I disliked to love, berated and hated the idea.
Yet.
As the sea's breeze brings me to my knees,
The salty air wafts softly through my hair,
I'm entombed within the womb of new found love,
Growing, and kno... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 13,410 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | With a languid flick of my boot, I brushed away enough of the dirt to see my old friend, that tarnished metal seal, the letter A adorned with a line unabashedly penetrating its southern end, that ever-present companion guiding me north on my solo hike along the Appalachian Trail. A deep breath and a sigh carried me for... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 13,411 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | It was not too long ago that I came back to this town. Not once did I bother to visit nor contact you in the hours leading up to this meeting. Yet out of the blue, you invited me. Your hands rested lightly upon my wrist, supinated in an impossibly contorted position, fingering lightly the conspicuous coral welt that fo... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 13,412 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | I hurried out of class at exactly 3:25. Thank God the day was finally over. I collapsed into the bench at the bus stop and checked my phone. Only fifteen more minutes of waiting, that is assuming that the bus would be on time, which it rarely is. Someone sat next to me after a couple minutes, but I didn't really pay at... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 13,413 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | I don’t know when it happened. But you know when you’re friends with someone for a while and then randomly one day you realise that you really, really like the smell of their aftershave? That’s what it was like with Tom. Of course, it’s always awkward moving out of the friend zone, but I think even a deaf, blind man wo... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 13,414 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | It was hard to see the moon in that night. Many cloudes were drifting over the nightsky. He stood, unmooving and watchfull, two steps beside her. As he always had, since he had finished his training.
The crowning ceremony would be held a few hours after dawn. It would take some time, to get used to her new title. She ... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 13,415 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 10 | 13,416 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | [deleted] | 0 | 0 | 10 | 13,417 |
[CW] Two people fall in love. No dialogue. | Lying on the floor, curled up into a ball to try and fight off the cold itchiness of the basement rug, I contemplated the face that was above me. It was a simple face, I guessed; nothing inherently special about it. She had a nice little nose and a big forehead with her hair pulled back, and her eyes were brown, althou... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 13,418 |
[WP] A watery tale... | We don't have names. None of us do. But we all know each other. We have to when we've been this close together for so long. We know each other intimately. Sometimes it feels like too much. We're too tight, there's too much tension. Too many of us in one place. I'm not sure how much longer I can stand it. Other times I ... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 13,419 |
[WP] A cop who doesn't believe in "AI" is assigned an android for a partner. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,420 |
[WP] A cop who doesn't believe in "AI" is assigned an android for a partner. | I’ve got sixteen hours to live, and I’m in an apartment building in New Creos, kicking down someone’s door.
“Police,” I shout, “Open up!”
No response. Sweat rolls down my neck, and the hallway stinks like piss. I shift positions and pound on the door with my left hand, my right clenched tightly around my stunner.
... | 3 | 0 | 3 | 13,421 |
[WP] A cop who doesn't believe in "AI" is assigned an android for a partner. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,422 |
[WP] A cop who doesn't believe in "AI" is assigned an android for a partner. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,423 |
[WP] A cop who doesn't believe in "AI" is assigned an android for a partner. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,424 |
[WP] A serial killer starts taking on the vices and character flaws of his victims. | The worst part about my new found problems were that I had not recognized I had been acquiring them until I had far too many. It is quite coincidental though as that is kind of how I became a serial killer. I had not realized I was a serial killer until I had killed far to many to be considered less.
For the longest... | 5 | 0 | 3 | 13,425 |
[WP] A serial killer starts taking on the vices and character flaws of his victims. | My coat slid off the hanger and with a squeak I twisted the knob and shut the closet's door.
Lilian heard the squeak. "Where you goin'?" she asked, amiable as always.
I sighed. Why did it bother me? "To the gym!" I said, but I wasn't. I didn't even have my gym bag with me, but I was locking the door behind me befor... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 13,426 |
[PM] I'm drunk. Prompt me! | Three pirates walk into a bar (prolly drunk). One gets fucked, one gets killed, and one gets married. | 2 | 0 | 6 | 13,427 |
[PM] I'm drunk. Prompt me! | An Australian man fights a kangaroo to the death in front of a crowd. Use obnoxious Aussie dialogue please :) | 1 | 0 | 6 | 13,428 |
[PM] I'm drunk. Prompt me! | Describe the internal monologue a man/women utilizes to dress in a way much different than the way you dress - with precise details on why he/she appreciates the minor details of the clothes they wear.
For instance, if you wear suits then explain the justification of rags. If you wear trendy clothes, justify alt or o... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 13,429 |
[PM] I'm drunk. Prompt me! | Our hero wakes up hungover after a night out, only to find his duties are not yet finished. | 1 | 0 | 6 | 13,430 |
[CC] Short Dystopian/Post-apocalyptic Anthology Entry; Akin to Wastelands | Hi there!
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[WP] Rosebud | "Je me souviens"
With that, my grandfather closed his eye forever. He exhaled his last breath and so left this world. My father, uncles and aunts, along with my cousins reflect on his chosen last words.
A young mother is holding an infant in the rain. One arm cradling a baby boy, the other holding an umbrella. They a... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 13,432 |
[WP] A woman returns home from Prison after murdering her abusive husband | Martin was leaning against the wall when she came through the door, exhausted from the drive home. A smile flickered across his face at the sight of his lover, excited to see her again. "How did it go?" He inquired gently.
"Good...good" she replied breathlessly.
Silence filled the room before she added,
"T... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 13,433 |
[WP] Aliens come to Earth and ask us for our most beautiful X | Flowers. These foreigners were fascinated by these colored petal plants. My wife's brother, some hotshot who works for the system, called me up and told me I was the chosen one. He told me I was the best. I'm not the best, I'm just the only one he knows. I didn't mind, though. I did some research, called a few buds, we... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 13,434 |
[WP] Aliens come to Earth and ask us for our most beautiful X | A *potato.* *That* was what they asked for. In exchange for infinite energy and flawless space defense technologies, the damn aliens wanted the most beautiful *potato* imaginable. And *of course* I'm the one who has to provide it! How the hell do you grow a beautiful *potato?* Hell, how would you *judge* that? I sure a... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 13,435 |
[WP] Why are the other three horsemen scared of Death? | War did her best to ignore the fresh slashes down Death’s arm as her brother rushed through the living room on his way to spend another day in his room alone. She shared a quick glance across the couch with Pestilence, but a second later they both fought off the urge to say anything and went back to watching TV. All De... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,436 |
[WP] Why are the other three horsemen scared of Death? | The horseman don't often invite Death out, but tonight Petulance was feeling healthier than usual and decided they should party together.
War and famine disagreed with petulance on the idea of death joining them for there monthly club hop.
Death quickly branded them as the wolfpack, this annoyed war to no end, wherev... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 13,437 |
[WP] Why are the other three horsemen scared of Death? | In one way or another, we all represent the folly of man. Created by man. Upgraded, enhanced, sustained, maintained, in many ways perfected.
Myself, War. Famine. Conquest. We will always get to watch men suffer.
But Death... Death will always see the second after suffering. That's what Death gets. One second. ... | 13 | 0 | 7 | 13,438 |
[WP] Why are the other three horsemen scared of Death? | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 7 | 13,439 |
[WP] Why are the other three horsemen scared of Death? | It's not that Death is directly threatening, you know. The rest of us, we're pretty scary folks. I mean, just by dint of my existence, things get sick and die. And I don't mean like "Oh, I have a cold, gosh, maybe I'll just lie down" and then they don't get up. I mean blood gushing out of every orifice in your body. Th... | 6 | 0 | 7 | 13,440 |
[WP] Why are the other three horsemen scared of Death? | All glory comes from action despite pain.
Because what is pain after all? Pain is a basic neurological response to help keep you from dying. It is a sensation that keeps you alive so that you can keep on working, keep on raising families, and keep on worrying about things you can't control - in other words pain, or be... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,441 |
[WP] A commercial from today is played in the 1950's. You chose the commercial, and it's effects on the world. | "Mom, what's a Nando's Fix gum?"
Ethel Prine didn't know what to say. Since when did television broadcast in--*color*? And that woman... did she? She was... They couldn't even show a married couple sharing the same bed and she was...
She was... *in the nude*.
It took Ethel a good twenty minutes to recover from the b... | 3 | 0 | 2 | 13,442 |
Thought of this line at work that I want to share. What's your take on it? "It would make me feel a lot better if you were taking this a little worse." | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,443 |
Thought of this line at work that I want to share. What's your take on it? "It would make me feel a lot better if you were taking this a little worse." | "Look, I'm just telling you the rules."
"And I'm telling you that I don't give a fuck about your rules."
"But you *need* to! You don't get it, do you. You don't understand how *important* this is."
"Oh no, I get it. I just really don't care that you're mad."
"You know, it would make me feel a lot better if you were... | 19 | 0 | 12 | 13,444 |
Thought of this line at work that I want to share. What's your take on it? "It would make me feel a lot better if you were taking this a little worse." | Bryce felt his lunch rise in his stomach as his girlfriend approached his cubicle.
"Surprise," she chirped, holding out a bag of McDonald's. He hesitated a moment before taking the bag.
"Wow, uh, thanks hun," he mustered. "So...what's up?" Her eyes shifted around the office to make sure no one was listening to them.
... | 7 | 0 | 12 | 13,445 |
Thought of this line at work that I want to share. What's your take on it? "It would make me feel a lot better if you were taking this a little worse." | "Well, I guess we'll always have Paris," she said as the left corner of her mouth turned up into a sneer.
She always acted this way when we fought. When I'd met her she was aloof, but charming in a damaged sort of way. I'd liked that about her. The way she looked, you'd expect her to be used to guys giving her anyt... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 13,446 |
Thought of this line at work that I want to share. What's your take on it? "It would make me feel a lot better if you were taking this a little worse." | "It would make me feel a lot better if you were taking this a little worse."
No reaction. I might as well have done this a million times for all it matters but she just stood there. Emotionless. Well, as far as I can read from her face.
“Is there anything I can do for you? Y'know...” Hesitation in my speech. I was b... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 13,447 |
Thought of this line at work that I want to share. What's your take on it? "It would make me feel a lot better if you were taking this a little worse." | "I am sorry to tell you your uncle has passed, it was last night in his sl-", the manager of the retirement home stopped short when he heard a whooping sound at the other end of the phone. "Excuse me, sir, I don't think you understand the gravity of the situati-", he looked to his colleague and mouthed "Can you believe... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 13,448 |
Thought of this line at work that I want to share. What's your take on it? "It would make me feel a lot better if you were taking this a little worse." | "Calm is what you must be when others look to you, and it's all you can be when it's out of your hands"
He responded in a zen-like voice. If anyone was going to make it out of this war, it'd be him...bastard | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,449 |
[CW] A shaggy dog story starting with the alarm not going off. | It started with the alarm failing to go off on time.
I mean, the alarm was supposed to go off at 6:00, but instead, it went off at 5:00, which you really wouldn't think would be a problem, but actually it was, because it meant that I turned it off and went back to sleep and slept late because it was no longer set for ... | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,450 |
[OT] Specific days for Specific prompts. | It would cut down on people just reading the first reply and going on. Also, I think highlighting of some if the less used tags in this subreddit is a great idea.
10/10 would support. | 3 | 0 | 7 | 13,451 |
[WP] A world where music is outlawed. | *One of the wonders of the world is going down*
*It's one of the blunders of the world that no one cares*
My feet thumped on the pavement. They ached. It was a long walk back from school and there was no real privacy on the Tracks. My fingers brushed the oblong shape in my pocket. I conspicuously withdrew it when I h... | 4 | 0 | 5 | 13,452 |
[WP] A world where music is outlawed. | A single green grape
In a world of food-slurry
Can't compare to song. | 2 | 0 | 5 | 13,453 |
[WP] A world where music is outlawed. | *It's been 250 years since the music played. 250 years ago, the people danced.*
It was another work day for our hero. Hearing the drone and screech of the subway. Listening to the mindless chatter and babbling of everybody else.
Out of nowhere, he felt something. His foot moved, himself not able to control it.
*Pa... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 13,454 |
[WP] A world where music is outlawed. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,455 |
[CC] Angry Winter short "unfinished" story | "The Calm" should actually be another title heading. It may be confusing otherwise
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You're driving down a road, dressed in your finest clothes, and there is a bag next to you on the passenger seat. What's going on? |
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You're driving down a road, dressed in your finest clothes, and there is a bag next to you on the passenger seat. What's going on? | I straightened my collar one more time. Not that it mattered; nothing could *really* change the inevitable. Nothing could change what would happen when I arrived.
I hit a bump, causing the brown bag to fall to the floor. "Meh" I said to nobody. It could handle a little tumble.
I saw the church on the horizon, sitti... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 13,458 |
[PI] - The Death Sentence Fantasy from the thread posted a few days ago | **PT. II (CONTINUED FROM POST)**
Dread sank into Kieran’s chest; his heart was pounding like a blacksmith’s hammer to an anvil. His gaze darted to a smaller puddle a few feet away and then to another slightly farther. A loud clang from somewhere inside Arwil’s study stole his attention and he recoiled.
*Gods dammit w... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 13,459 |
[PI] - The Death Sentence Fantasy from the thread posted a few days ago | I'm calling bullshit on being a slow writer. That concept is fucking nonsense. On sites like these writers (myself included) rush shit out, and quality suffers for it. Nothing wrong with taking a bit of time to get things right. The effort and work put into this is obvious even at the most cursory glance.
And don'... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 13,460 |
[WP] A wizard, good or evil, is exiled to non-magical Earth. Even though a lot of his knowledge is now useless, once-secondary skills offer him the chance to thrive. | *It says here you did your doctoral studies at MSU?*
*Yes.*
*Got a good basketball team there. That Izzo sure can coach.*
*Izzo?*
*Guess you weren't the going out type.*
*No, I did plenty of field work.*
*Where exactly did you do your field work?*
*I lived with a family of Dragons on the plains of Irrith for ha... | 36 | 0 | 37 | 13,461 |
[WP] A wizard, good or evil, is exiled to non-magical Earth. Even though a lot of his knowledge is now useless, once-secondary skills offer him the chance to thrive. | "Blagalgrath Newtspit!" Cried the Arch-Chancellor of the Magely and Wizardly order, her voice echoed in the high roof of the Magical Court.
"Ya s'posed to say Yes, or som such!" Said the hunchback that held my leash - it was a long rusted metal chain that met with a similarly rusted collar around my neck. I'm talking ... | 7 | 0 | 37 | 13,462 |
[WP] A wizard, good or evil, is exiled to non-magical Earth. Even though a lot of his knowledge is now useless, once-secondary skills offer him the chance to thrive. | Crispin poked at his badge, briefly examining the bold print of the word, 'volunteer.' He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaled, and walked into a room full of children playing with various toys. The children looked up for a moment, examined him, and he shyly looked down at his feet for a moment. He looked up to see... | 5 | 0 | 37 | 13,463 |
[WP] A wizard, good or evil, is exiled to non-magical Earth. Even though a lot of his knowledge is now useless, once-secondary skills offer him the chance to thrive. | It took Jebediah a moment to notice the staring had changed. He was used to getting odd looks by now, he was too fond of his tall pointed hat and flowing robes to give up wearing them daily in his new life and it often drew attention to himself. The fact that he didn't have a steady job or home for that matter certainl... | 1 | 0 | 37 | 13,464 |
[WP] A person who doesn't have a name | "And what do they call you?"
"What do you mean?"
She looked up from her clipboard, smiled at him, then took her glasses off. These were things she had been taught: kind and endearing gestures. The smile had taken the most practice.
"Your name. What people call you. A word by which you are identified." The smile was ... | 7 | 0 | 8 | 13,465 |
[WP] A person who doesn't have a name | I see her, sitting there, everyday. But it’s not the dull, sleepy-headed, I’m-turning-you-off, shutting-you-out sitting there. She’s alive. She’s ecstatic, and bouncy, and hair-flipping, giggly, passionate. She likes to listen to her iPod and mouth the words. She likes to hand a headphone to her seatmate, her friend, s... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,466 |
[WP] A person who doesn't have a name | "I've been called many names, but hell, I don't know which one is really mine. I was born to inmate. She was doing life. I was told one of the male guards was my father, but that could have just been rumor. I grew up in a world of rumor and stories. Shit, I guess if you have to call me something, call me what they call... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,467 |
[WP] A person who doesn't have a name | At first, Claire thought that she was hallucinating. There was no way someone else was crazy enough to climb the mountain in weather as bad as this. But what suprised her the most was that he wasn't wearing mountain gear, but a suit. A thin suit in the freezing cold, yet he didn't seem to shiver or even notice.
"Hello... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 13,468 |
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An atomic love story |
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[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | "Hey, kid. *Kid!*" The brown haired boy in school uniform whips his head round. "I'm right here." He can't see me, for the simple reason I've planted myself in the middle of a massive rhododendron bush. This park is too often patrolled by the authorities, and what I'm selling hasn't been legal for the last fifteen year... | 166 | 0 | 330 | 13,471 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | A dream is a dream within a dream if you believe it to be, do you see?
Somewhat astonishing the revelations within, do you dare to seek it?
The price is only a pretty little penny for the feeling of something words cannot explain!
But, I must first make a point that the things you find may not exactly be consider... | 7 | 0 | 330 | 13,472 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | [deleted] | 0 | 0 | 330 | 13,473 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | It has been months since I last laid eyes on my kitchen, my t.v. and my car. I should have just stayed back home and listened to my boyfriend. He was right, there's no good in finding the dream weaver. That I'll just put myself in danger or worst- isolation.
"Look, I don't know what has gotten in to you but there is ... | 9 | 0 | 330 | 13,474 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | I just discovered this sub, English is not my mother tongue and I did not really write anything before, but I'd like to give it a try anyway. I call it "The White Room". I'm looking forward to your comments and your improving suggestions.
He went into that small, smoky store at the corner of the street he used to liv... | 7 | 0 | 330 | 13,475 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | I'm awake.
I keep my eyes shut and wrap the sheets around me, trying to linger a little longer. What was it? There was a girl, Ashley? Alison. The more I try to recall her face, the further it slips away. But the feeling lingers, a warm, fuzzy happiness, so unlike the world that awaits when I finally open my eyes.
Da... | 124 | 0 | 330 | 13,476 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | "I want my money back," said Jenny as she handed the dream device to Tom. "This stuff is too... weird. Its like being on drugs."
Tom chuckled, "Well, dreams are odd things," he said taking back the device and inspecting the box.
"I mean, my dead grandmother came by flying on a pegasus, then I was back in high scho... | 8 | 0 | 330 | 13,477 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | Bill Thomas sat in the large, intimidating room, quite alone. He was sat in a luxuriously upholstered leather chair, and yet it held nothing to the gargantuan, wing backed chair over the desk from him; looking like it would’ve been more suitable in a throne room, not this office. Facing a large, equally ornate desk, Bi... | 6 | 0 | 330 | 13,478 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | "You liked it, didn't you?"
She seems startled, strange, I thought the effects would've worn out by now. But then again, being divorced and working in the mines can do that to you.
"Hey, hey lady, you all right? Can you hear me?"
Those intense grey eyes finally come into focus, she could've been a high lord's wife ... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,479 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | I suppose there's a guy like me in every city in the world. I'm the guy who knows how to get things, especially dreams. I started life as an apprentice bookkeeper for the Order's Western North America HQ. What a boring assignment. One day I decided i'd had enough, so i did the unthinkable: I left my assignment and went... | 4 | 0 | 330 | 13,480 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | "I'm an astronaut. No, no, I just won the Medal of Honour. I think tonight I'll be a famous writer" I pondered, sitting alone, as usual, encased in four walls of unremarkable concrete, opposite a plane steel door, with no windows and one small light, illuminating... hopelessness. It doesn't matter where you are when yo... | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,481 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | My dreams aren't like everyone elses. I can see in them, smell in them, feel, taste, touch and even control them. When I was little we were supposed to say when we had dreams so that they knew when to start therapy. Everyone does it about once a week so that they don't dream. But my dreams are powerful. I know the... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,482 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | You can’t remember what life was like before the blockers. They’re in everything now, impossible to avoid. Everything still tastes the same, still looks like it used to, and it’s not like you can’t still sleep. You can, it’s just different now. Your sleep cycles are precisely regimented for maximum bodily efficiency, a... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,483 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | *Jesus Christ, what am I doing here?*
I’m clutching a cryptic business card, with a scribbled address and crudely drawn map on the back. I have followed this dubious little map through the most labyrinthine parts of the city—checking, double checking, not quite trusting the words—and here I am. A damp, cold alley wa... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,484 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | The small brick building was set back from the main street down a dark alley a sign above the doorway read "experience your inner-self". The sign was weathered and the writing was hard to read. The occasional person would exit the building and then join the high street as if they had done nothing wrong. The door was b... | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,485 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,486 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | I stroll along the nearly deserted street, lit along it's way by various neon signs advertizing government approved recreation. Most of it simply little more than propaganda dolled up a bit. I have to fight back a sneer as I pass them, as the cameras are always watching.
In my pocket clink the richest treasures I ha... | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,487 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | “Yeah that won’t be too hard to do. I’m gonna need the money up front.”
Grimy little bastard is all too quick to hand me his sweaty cash. I hand him a clear little vial, with microscopic crystals scratching the inside of the glass. He makes his way down the alley, pulling up his collar to try and obscure his face. I’... | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,488 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | There I was, strolling down one of the side streets of this backwards minded city. As I pass an alley, I hear a voice.
"Psst, kid, come here." The voice beckons.
With nothing to do, I follow the voice, despite my instincts telling me not to. A ragged looking man steps out of the shadows.
"You want to know something?... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,489 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | Don’t matter none what they call it, it all the same to me. Don’t care what happens to them after neither, they all the same to me. Allbe a face and allbe the same face to the light in these eyes. Shining down lamp light all you like but a pit’ll be a pit’ll be a pit as any other when it deep enough. Black, empty. Dang... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,490 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | "I've got it!"
Samantha clapped her hands gleefully, she made sure that everyone knew that she had found it. Samantha flipped her long auburn hair as she turned to look at Neil. As much as it pained Neil to admit that Samantha had actually done anything right, this mission was too important.
"Great." Neil looked arou... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,491 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | You, my friend, have just inspired me to continue writing my story. | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,492 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | He looked at me with dead eyes. His face devoid of life. He was pale, listless, and melancholy. The cardboard sign he held advertised dreams for sale. I looked around for the police. No one had reported him yet. I jammed my hands deep in my pockets an picked my way across the intersection. I felt naked and exposed out ... | 5 | 0 | 330 | 13,493 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | "You're lying, Marie. You don't have any."
I sighed. "I have some." Pointing to my nightstand, I hoped he didn't believe me. It was easier if they didn't know what my nights were filled with. "In there?"
Trevor twitched. "M-may I?" He'd grown up in the Dreamscape where dreams were exterminated first. Most likely, he... | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,494 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | "Flying."
"Flying?"
"Yeah. Flying."
"Sure. I can do that. It's a very popular option. Give me some more details."
"What do you mean?"
"Well. Are you in a machine? Do you have the ability to fly? Are we talking about floating, or superhuman speeds...?"
"The ability. And fast. I want to go fast."
"Ok. What else?"
... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,495 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | Not exactly your prompt, but the book Beggars in Spain incorporates this nicely into its endgame narrative. | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,496 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | My name is ADM-typ0001. I’ve taken the liberty of downloading a few terabytes of information on organic life forms such as yourself, all legally of course, don’t start perspiring about my ethics, I’m no Spybot. However I found it necessary to, familiarize myself with your patterns of speech and custom in order to facil... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,497 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | (Whee stories inspired from angry nights and good prompts!)
"I remember the dealer on 49th street.
The dealer on 49th street was a friend of mine." I began, my voice rising in anger, "I was never the kind to purchase dreams, but when I watched him killed that day, he sold me a greater dream than any dream you can ha... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,498 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | The headlights on Thomas’s small sedan gently and lazily darkened on the country road, as if to wish him a good night as his leaden legs pulled him to a small, but warmly-lit house.
The front door closed behind him, the balding man collapsed into his sofa. The warm, loving scent of chicken pot pie wafted across the ro... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,499 |
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