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[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | Walking over the bridge, the repugnant stench of dried piss and watermelon swelled around me and pushed itself into the pits of my stomach. Dreamers. I grimaced to myself as I continued on, watching my feet as they created new tertiaries for the disjointed puddles. The filth was palpable and I felt more apart of it tha... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,500 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,501 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,502 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,503 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,504 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,505 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | A narrow metal door alone and out of place, recessed in a brick wall. It was lit, but ever so faint by the invasive neon lights from the avenue at the end of the twisted alley. The light spread across the right half of the door and only disappeared in a dent or a ding; the other half hidden in shadow. It's green col... | 2 | 0 | 330 | 13,506 |
[WP] Write about someone who sells dreams in a world where dreams are forbidden or extinct | I sat there in silence, listening to the woman on the stage read off a list of names. People who would be sectioned into different career paths or “Life Destinies” they called it. It always made me wonder just what I would be. A doctor or a lawyer? No one knew until they called your name on your 18th birthday.
“Da... | 1 | 0 | 330 | 13,507 |
[WP] It all takes place in a bathroom | The dam's will won't yield.
Eyes that spy, and ears that hear.
Performance pressure. | 3 | 0 | 15 | 13,508 |
[WP] It all takes place in a bathroom | Footsteps echo on the tile floors. Random urinals flush. There are conversations between two men standing next to each other.
I think to myself, "It's really weird when dudes talk to each other while peeing."
My legs begin to feel numb. I look down at my phone, and 20 minutes have passed.
I close Reddit and beg... | 11 | 0 | 15 | 13,509 |
[WP] It all takes place in a bathroom | Barry turns his neck slightly upwards, grabs the showerhead firmly, and braces himself.
"Girls just wanna have fun. They just want, they just wanna, girls, girls just wanna"
A door slams in the distance. A spine straightens sharply. *Crack.* Barry slams into the ground. Footsteps beat a knell of approaching emba... | 3 | 0 | 15 | 13,510 |
[WP] It all takes place in a bathroom | Suddenly it hit me.
She was trying to kill me.
I lurched backwards to dodge the imminent danger, crashing onto the toilet seat. I should have seen this coming, but I was blinded by my own arrogance. She had sealed my doom before my very eyes, betraying me in a way I had refused to think was possible. But there was n... | 6 | 0 | 15 | 13,511 |
[WP] It all takes place in a bathroom | The pressure behind my eyes made it feel like they were going to explode. I staggered to my feet, unsteady at first, heart pounding, a stinging clarity resonating from my nose.
The vibrant white tile of the bathroom wall seemed to glow to me. The florescent lights buzzed overhead and there was water following a stea... | 1 | 0 | 15 | 13,512 |
[WP] It all takes place in a bathroom | *DRIP*
The last thing I will hear is that damn leaky faucet. I squeeze my eyes tightly, but the drops rattle my ears and invade every inch of my mind.
*DRIP*
The water is that uncomfortably bland temperature, somewhere between warm and cold. I'm not sure how long I've been laying here, but it feels like an eternity,... | 5 | 0 | 15 | 13,513 |
[WP] It all takes place in a bathroom | The day before, Madison had let the shredded confetti of her photographs fly out of the car window. Mark’s face, immortalized on shiny photo paper, glinted in the setting sun.
Madison didn’t know where she was going, just that she needed to get away. The gas station bathroom where she had stopped to take a quick pis... | 1 | 0 | 15 | 13,514 |
[WP] It all takes place in a bathroom | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 15 | 13,515 |
[WP] It all takes place in a bathroom | "Watch over him, God. He is still so young and doesn't know where he belongs in this world. Watch over my parents, let them find peace. I pray they forgive me. Watch over my Richard, may he find love again. May he trust again."
Lightheaded, she finds her way to the light.
"Forgive me," she whispers to the empty bott... | 2 | 0 | 15 | 13,516 |
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[WP] Write about the Universe from the perspective of the Earth | I can't wait until I'm 13 billion. I am so out of this lame solar system. Get rid of my life, get myself a sweet impact crater, and I am headed straight for the Center, man.
Look at those radio waves coming from the Center...that's where I need to be. All those red giants to party with, or maybe one of those cool blu... | 5 | 0 | 6 | 13,518 |
[WP] Write about the Universe from the perspective of the Earth | It's complicated.
On one hand, these "humans" as they call themselves, have been killing many creatures on my surface, and are excavating my precious ores and minerals. They clog my oceans and atmosphere with pollutants. I have a hole in my ozone layer and my ice caps are melting.
On the other hand, at least I know... | 5 | 0 | 6 | 13,519 |
[WP] Write about the Universe from the perspective of the Earth | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 6 | 13,520 |
[EU] Krypton is destroyed, but instead of landing on Earth, Superman lands at the Jedi Temple of Coruscant, 14 years before the end of the Clone Wars. | "Sir I've got something on the sensors." The planetary defenses detected it instantly, a small craft hurtling straight toward the Jedi Temple. "Looks to be some sort of escape pod sir, and I'm picking a up a single life form on board."
"Inform the Jedi, we can't shoot down an escape pod."
The Jedi Council were just ... | 3 | 0 | 16 | 13,521 |
[WP] The world is outraged when they find common tap water across the globe has traces of _____ | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,522 |
[WP] Write the story of Old Zealand. | [Are you aware Old Zealand is a real place?](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeeland)
Once upon a time there was a land called Doggerland. It was a grassy plain as far as the eye could see. Mammaths grazed on it, men hunted on it and the snows fell on it. For two million years Doggerland was a happy place like the Great... | 5 | 0 | 9 | 13,523 |
A fleet of conquistador warships sail to what they think is "The New World". However, they discover a technologically advanced society, rather than savage natives. | *The savages on the shore are staring at us in amazement, I bet they have not seen such large masts scattered amongst the sea. They're not hard to spot, even amongst the thick shrubbery and forest along the rocky shoreline. Bright colours and inconsistent uniforms mark large bodies like a flock of flamingoes in the gre... | 12 | 0 | 14 | 13,524 |
A fleet of conquistador warships sail to what they think is "The New World". However, they discover a technologically advanced society, rather than savage natives. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 14 | 13,525 |
A fleet of conquistador warships sail to what they think is "The New World". However, they discover a technologically advanced society, rather than savage natives. | Hey!
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[WP] After years of work, his machine was finally complete. | I really want to write a story on this, but I don't have time right now. | 1 | 0 | 2 | 13,527 |
[WP] After years of work, his machine was finally complete. | ##EDIT:
I might try to revise this heavily. I really don't like how I executed the concept.
##"The Universe's Multi-Layered Memory"
...I leave this log for you, and I hope that you will succeed where I failed.
CONFIRMED: STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS IS BEING ECHOED TO THE SPECIFIED FILES.
Good. We are ready to proceed.... | 2 | 0 | 2 | 13,528 |
[WP] The most intense sexual experience of your life, using as little profanity as possible. | Note- I got crazy inspired and I have a huge imagination. Hope that you don't mind...
They had known each other their whole life. Or rather, they had known each other's voices. They could discern each other's wavelengths and speech patterns faster than they knew their own heart beats even though they were on opposite ... | 6 | 0 | 11 | 13,529 |
[WP] The most intense sexual experience of your life, using as little profanity as possible. | Prom night was finally over. Beth and I were in front of her house. I had promised her mom I would get her home by 8:00 PM. I did everything on the checklist in my head. I made sure that this night was her night and that she was happy. Seeing her smiling so brightly that night was the most amazing thing I had ever seen... | 3 | 0 | 11 | 13,530 |
[WP] The most intense sexual experience of your life, using as little profanity as possible. | It was one night, so long ago, in my youth as a mere servant at the great palace, but I think I will remember it forever.
I remember when I first saw him, an emissary, a wanderer from afar, a jackal amongst hyenas. He smiled when I could not keep my eyes away and he let me ride with, so I would not be late.
I remembe... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 13,531 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | *It’s time*
*Yes, I know. I guess I’ve always known. Give me a few minutes to take stock of my possessions.*
I walked around the pathways and rooms of my palace. The Collector accompanied me. We walked to my most private chamber and the Collector spoke.
*You seem calm, most people give it up kicking and screaming,... | 2 | 0 | 25 | 13,532 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | The knock came precisely at midnight, jolting me awake, caused me half-run downstairs. To peek outside the door and see nothing but night.
The night itself knocked upon my door. I don't know how. I couldn't see it clearly. But somehow that blackness thumped my humble oaken entryway so hard all three stories shoo... | 4 | 0 | 25 | 13,533 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | There is a knock at the door, something I don't often get. I get up and open it a crack, peering into the dingy corridor outside. An equally dingy man in a trench coat shuffles forward and hoarsely whispers in my, his halitosis immediately apparent, "I'm the Collector. You know why I'm here. Let me in."
Opening the do... | 4 | 0 | 25 | 13,534 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | "Can I help you?"
The man at the door seemed somehow out of place. He was well-dressed - a three piece suit, complete with perfunctory smile - and was conspicuously average looking. Still, though, he seemed strange- was it something about his eyes?
"Good afternoon sir! I was around your neighborhood conducting some... | 2 | 0 | 25 | 13,535 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | It was the third Sunday, 9am sharp when he knocked on my door. I sat at the kitchen table, my baby, Phillip was screaming. He was my light in a world of dark. The face of my husband smiling graced him. My husband died a few weeks ago, Phillip had not stopped crying since then. The Enforcement caught him trying to save ... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,536 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | *Hear ye, hear ye, I have commeth for what you have made.*
Why are you here? Why are you hear?
*My child, I am the Collector. I have come for some aid.*
What do you collect? What do you collect?
*I am a collector of stories, would you care for a trade?*
I'm willing, I'm willing. Please let me hear.
*Well then, my... | 5 | 0 | 25 | 13,537 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | I woke from a peaceful nap with a jolt. A knocking at the door broke my delightful slumber, and shattered the fabric of the dream I was enjoying into bits. Surely, I must have misheard? Unconvinced that my ears were not deceiving me, I closed my eyes in an attempt to recapture the essence of my dream, but the thudding ... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,538 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | A small, quiet doorbell echoed throughout the house. it reverberated into silence and I got up to go see who was at the door. My chair creaked as I lifted it from my weight and the mice from under the floorboards ran away as I shuffled towards the door.
Who is it?
The peephole showed nobody on the other side of the d... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,539 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | Knock... Knock... I try to ignore it. The rhythmic sound that always goes. Over and over again.
Knock... Knock... I remember the first time I opened the door, I thought it would be something harmless, the mailman, some girl scouts, maybe even one of my old friends.
Knock.. Knock... Thats what I thought it was going... | 2 | 0 | 25 | 13,540 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | I flicked absentmindedly through the channels, bathing in the faint glow of the television screen. Each click of the remote was more methodical than purposeful. If it was for any purpose at all it was to feel purpose itself. Anything more than this hollow emptiness that overtook me and spilled into my surroundings. It ... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,541 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | The world was an endless plane with a hut in the middle. A man lives in the hut. He's short and fat; if people that knew him a century back would see him now, they'd say he's unchanged. He spends his days building snowmen. Every morning he takes a stroll through the snowmen forest. Each reminds him of someone he knew b... | 4 | 0 | 25 | 13,542 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | She stared out the window of the café, her nails lightly tapping on the table top. Five-thirty had come and gone, but she was patient. She glanced at the large sack at her feet to be sure, then looked outside again. The snow drifted lazily on the night air, the occasional flake catching the light just right to send a p... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,543 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | "Today marks the one year anniversary", he said as he pulled the boxes from the shelf in his spare room. The man that stood behind him, prompting this unexpected trip down memory lane, had identified himself as The Collector. Martin Savage had thought that was a silly handle for a grown man.
For reasons he didn't kn... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,544 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | An obnoxious knock woke me from sleep and I rolled off the couch, having forgotten where I was. I got up groggy and pissed, wondering who would be knocking like the police.
A few years ago I would have been very concerned about the police knocking at my door, but my best friend became police chief two years ago, and i... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,545 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | *Knock Knock*
I open the door, expecting the overpriced sushi I ordered for myself and my girlfriend on a whim. Instead, I see a man dressed in a three piece tuxedo with a cigar in his mouth.
-I am The Collector.
I turn to my girlfriend to see if she is getting weirded out too, this is when I almost faint, my girlfr... | 2 | 0 | 25 | 13,546 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | You know, when I was a kid, I believed that my family was cursed. In every generation, a child either died or disappeared. In every generation! My own sister, Heidi, died of SIDS at 8 months old. I asked my father about the deaths, just once. His faced turned grey, and he seemed to look through me for a moment. Even as... | 4 | 0 | 25 | 13,547 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | The vials flew through the air; the colorful contents mixed and remixed into blobs and puddles in the lab. *I’m so fired.* Nick hastily cleaned up to diminish the evidence before Dr. Mixon returned. Nick, for once, followed the safety procedure and secured what liquid he could into a flask so it could be neutralized a... | 2 | 0 | 25 | 13,548 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,549 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | The morning came as they always do, resentful and crawling. Then, finally cresting the horizon and seeing the land waiting to be devoured by light, it clambered into the sky and fell on the shantytown. Finally, after the initial hour of glory, it peered around at the surrounding sheds and filthy sheets of steel that pa... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,550 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | There was no straw left. This would have to do. A mangled attempt at a Saint Bridget Cross sighed up from Julie's work desk. She rolled another cigarette and looked out the window to avoid any more eye contact with the iconic form of her childhood. Julie thought of how they were a mainstay in every home and business sh... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,551 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | **Hiya, before you read my entry, I’m not really focused on the competition. I had an idea to write a short story of sorts over the course of a few different prompts and I liked this prompt for the next part. I have, however, tried to make this able to stand alone for the prompt. To do so, skip the first two paragraphs... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,552 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | Something was wrong. Something he couldn’t quite see. Phillip Duncan’s keen eyes scanned the room much as a hawk would scan the prairie looking for prey. One did not spend fifty years crawling through every antique den from here to Samarkand and not know absolutely every line of one’s collection. A vase turned the wron... | 4 | 0 | 25 | 13,553 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | Disqualified by way of Mod, but was inspired anyway.
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Morris always watered the plants on collection day.
Bright sunlight shined through the small two story home's living room bay windows providing a healthy glow on the leaves of the ferns that covered the interior windowsill. A solar beam continued on into the... | 4 | 0 | 25 | 13,554 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | No one would suspect the man in the Doctor Who T-shirt and the red-and-blue sneakers was anything more than a fan, browsing the aisles at the con with a wink and a lopsided smile. Looking back, sometimes I think I should have known he was something different, but of course, that’s ridiculous. All I knew is how much I ... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,555 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,556 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | My daughter, Jacqueline, was born at 6:37 PM on August 31st,1993. My amazing wife and new mother Rebecca, pushed that 11-pound baby out of her without any painkillers. God damn, it was so disgusting with all the tearing and the blood and the shit, but I was so proud them both.
All of the doctors and nurses left us... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,557 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | A pleasant young lady arrived at my door with a pleasant little box--brown, lidded, and wrapped with a thin, white ribbon. She gave not a glance to me and nudged her way inside, padding gently on her little feet across the floor. She drifted into the living room and placed the box by my poinsettias, then adjusted the c... | 12 | 1 | 25 | 13,558 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | Today is the day i have had marked on my calendar since my tenth birthday, the day everybody dreads, the day the collector comes for what is his.
As young girls we are told to see this day as a blessing, this is the day our parents tell us that we become a complete woman.
But we don't look forward to this day, we f... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,559 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | [deleted] | 0 | 0 | 25 | 13,560 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | The incessant knocking on my door spurred me out of bed. I threw on a shirt and a pair of pants, frowning all the while. Who the hell showed up at 2:17 in the morning and expected an answer? I imagined only the police, but I didn’t see the distinct pattern of flashing lights through my window. Even as I finished zi... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,561 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | -[**Prologue**]-
He showed up at my apartment door, unannounced, uninvited.
I suppose it was meant to evoke feelings of awe. After all, he was *Collector,* the most powerful man alive. But even the most powerful man was still just a man. That's what I kept telling myself, anyway.
He made no effort to deny it, eit... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,562 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,563 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | The old man jolted awake to a sharp rapping noise. It was dark, the room lit only by the glow of the television. He worked his legs free of the tangled, threadbare rug and swung them slowly over the side of the couch, feeling every bone in his body protest the movement. Sitting up, he looked blearily around, absentmind... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,564 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | "I am the collector" she gruffed. Her hood concealed her face and the rain pouring upon her added to the ominous tone, but the voice gave her away completely.
"Come in Renee. They're waiting." I ushered her in as she peeled away the hood. Her long curly hair came bouncing out. Some people describe her as a ray of suns... | 2 | 0 | 25 | 13,565 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | Three knocks.
Margaret feels her stomach churn. She isn’t ready for this to happen, not yet, not today. Deep breaths, she tells herself, deep breaths. In the kitchen she sits in her finest Sunday dress. This is a very special occasion. She was expected to look her best.
Three knocks.
There they were again, not impa... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,566 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | This was the last moment of my life.
“You are too late,” the Collector announced as he pressed the blistered tip of his thumb against my forehead. I let out a horrible shriek as the flesh under his thumb tip started bubbling.
“Get away from me,” I growled as my back hit a wall.
“Your time is over,” he whispered as h... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,567 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | “I am The Collector Dave. I am here to collect your sadness.” He snapped two white gloves on to his hands. “I am here to help you move on. I know you understand.”
I tried to tug my limbs free of the men in black who were holding me down. It was useless. Moments after I’d opened the door, they’d burst in and pinned me ... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,568 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | -030
I couldn't sleep. His story had been too scary. Grandfather had gone to far. I rolled out of bed, quick-stepping my way out into the hall. The house was, for the most part, silent, but there were little sounds if you listened. I feared those sounds. I feared them before, but grandfather had gone too far, and I fe... | 2 | 0 | 25 | 13,569 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | I was greeted by an indistinct silhouette and a gust carrying chilly September rain. “Come On!” The apparition stepped briskly over my threshold, and I hustled to get the door closed. I was already very damp. First impressions were delayed by a retina-searing blast of light. It tucked a camera into an inner coat pocket... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,570 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | Three knocks hit my door and echoed through the house. The walls seemed to tremor from the sound.
I jumped up from the couch and crept on my toes to the window adjacent to the front door. I was not expecting anyone, so I was nervous who could be on the other side.
Through the window shades, I could see only the bac... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,571 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | It was just past noon when the doorbell rang. Rob stirred a moment in his chair before standing. He set his coffee cup down on the kitchen table and walked towards the door. Quietly approaching, he peered through the peephole, trying to decide if it could be someone from work checking in on him. If he was caught preten... | 3 | 0 | 25 | 13,572 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | The sharply dressed man introduces himself as “The Collector.” It wasn't the dark suit and red tie. It wasn't the black hair or his devilish grin that chilled my bones. It was his deep black eyes with small green circles in the middle. I had never seen such a stare. When he locked eyes with mine I felt a deep freeze of... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,573 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | “Hello? Who are you?”
“The Collector? What’s that?”
“How many left? 389?”
“What will happen to me?”
“No writing either?”
...
“I’m sorry babe, I won’t be able to talk much more. The… the doctor says it’s terminal.”
“There’s nothing I can do. They’ll come for you too someday… unless… Babe, do you trust me?”
“I lo... | 2 | 0 | 25 | 13,574 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | [deleted] | 11 | 0 | 25 | 13,575 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,576 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | The doorbell rang, but I did not want to answer the door. The roaring noise in the background, and now the grave stench, had all but confirmed my suspicions. If so, there was no other choice but to open the door.
I was greeted by the sight of a Collector, with his fluorescent green skin. The Collector easily towered ... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,577 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | I was exhausted. I had been in the office all day, pulling teeth, performing root canals, and generally sticking my hands wrist deep in people’s gums. The last procedure was removing a pair of impacted wisdom teeth, which was difficult at the best of times. The sun twinkled at the horizon, seemingly as ready to sleep a... | 2 | 0 | 25 | 13,578 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | The phone call came late in the night as those types of phone calls are want to do.
"Is this Clay Dulman"
"Yes"
"This is Metro police. Is your father Kenneth Dulman?"
Uneasiness, my dad and I are not close. My mother kicked him out of the house when I was four and he was never allowed or made any attempts to visi... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,579 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | “I’ve come for your sadness”
I unconsciously pushed my eyebrows together with great force and recoiled my head away from this strangely off-putting man. He was short with skin that was pale like flour, and fingers that looked more like sticks.
“I’m the collector, and I’ve come for your sadness. May I have it?”
“... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,580 |
[FF] The Collector Cometh. 400 Words. (Contest) | ***Three Days***
My time was coming, and it was coming too soon. I knew what was going to happen in exactly three days; The Collector would come. He lived all the way in Europe, but The Collector is powerful; he has unbelievable connections in high places. He has anything and everything at his disposal to find me and ... | 1 | 0 | 25 | 13,581 |
[IP] Execution | Three years ago, my own home was invaded by the soldiers. We fought endlessly, yet, the innocence of our home lay withered with silent corruption upon the end. My family, stolen from me, I wept tears of bitter regret. I didn't fight hard enough, didn't work hard enough. It was my fault, and I still feel that way. I alw... | 2 | 0 | 2 | 13,582 |
[IP] Execution | A quick execution is the best I can give them. At least they won't be alive when it comes for them. These poor souls are saving us all, I wish they didn't need to. It is just too powerful to stop, it must feed when it is hungry and it only eats men. This will keep it out of the villages. We can't let it take another fa... | 2 | 0 | 2 | 13,583 |
[WP] "I know it's immoral. Do it, or die." | The way cold steel feels, turning wheels within your mind,
You're told to kill, against your will, comfort you cannot find,
You'll lose your way,
Without words to say,
As you're plunged to a life you despise,
You can only pray,
You'll be okay,
Yet these words as well are just lies,
... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 13,584 |
[WP] "I know it's immoral. Do it, or die." | The signal came from 50,000 grimy hands. I looked down, and with the now blunted edge of my gladius eased off my opponent's mask to reveal an ugly brute. A barbarian from the north by the looks of him. Scars covered his face. They had been poorly stitched, and half were riddled with malodorous pus. Muscles built b... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,585 |
[WP] "I know it's immoral. Do it, or die." | He stood in the oppressive dim of the warehouse, sleeves on his shirt rolled up for dirty work. He towered over the pathetic wreck of a man, currently laying on the floor before him. Blood covered almost every inch of him. A mangled face appeared as his neck craned upwards. One eye was swollen shut with bruises, the ot... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,586 |
[WP] "I know it's immoral. Do it, or die." | Sam stands on the sidewalk in his torn suit; the only thing he can say belongs to him anymore. The knife in his pocket is from the neighborhood grocery store when the clerk wasn’t looking, and the shoes on his feet are borrowed from a man who didn’t wake from a February too cold to forget.
The woman walking across th... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,587 |
[WP] A heroine dealer. (Yes, heroine, not heroin.) | "Gamma's Bounty Hunter and Protection Agency, 'heroes for hire'. What can I do for you?"
Just as every other day, he's sitting there, at his desk. Reading through the newspaper, answering the phone when it rings. The average front desk job, with the only difference being that he also owns the business and the business... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 13,588 |
[WP] A heroine dealer. (Yes, heroine, not heroin.) | "I can get you a Hermione." He says shadily, opening coat up and displaying the freeze-dried heroines hooked into the silver lining of the coat.
"I dunno man, I was looking more for a Katniss." I said hopefully.
He leans back and whistles through his teeth in the way that all people who are trying to scalp you do... | 11 | 0 | 8 | 13,589 |
[WP] A heroine dealer. (Yes, heroine, not heroin.) | In the more uncomfortable places in the great bazaar is the Black Cross District. Hidden away underneath the catacombs and sewers of the great markets above, the Black Cross District sells anything - and if you have the correct wallet on you - anyone.
Jezer wasn't a man with any morals. Things were things, events happ... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,590 |
[WP] A heroine dealer. (Yes, heroine, not heroin.) | Athenastra had just gotten into the tub when she smelled the incense burning up from Earth.
"Every time!" She yelled. "Ugh. Why can't I ever just bathe in peace?"
She didn't get up to answer it. How serious could it be.
She almost got up when the sung praises started echoing as well. These mortals could just ge... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 13,591 |
[WP] Everyone leaves a different coloured line that only they can see that shows where they have been. | Tomari smiled as she put yet another pin into the world map she had posted on her wall. It was a terribly out-of-date map, as it had been up for twenty years, but it didn't matter. She tied a piece of green yarn connecting the new pin to the starting pin on the East coast of the US. Three colors were represented on the... | 5 | 0 | 7 | 13,592 |
[WP] Everyone leaves a different coloured line that only they can see that shows where they have been. | "Hon? Have you seen my keys? I can't remember where I left them."
"Oh dear lord. Just retrace your line dear! It isn't that hard!"
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[WP] You've gone into a coma, your emotions have become physical beings within a dream you're stuck in and you must face all of them to get out. | Jerry sat in the empty void of his own consciousness. Beside him sat the only other thing he had seen for months now, another Jerry. Both were aware that one of them was the real Jerry and the other was a personified version of the only emotion he had been feeling the day the stroke left him comatose: overwhelming apat... | 1 | 0 | 1 | 13,594 |
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s ride. | Next to powerhouses such as Darth Tormen’s Tyrant, Darth Angral’s Oppressor, or Lord Kallig’s Doombringer, the flagship of Lord Maelgar appeared modest in comparison, being “merely” a Terminus-class destroyer. And yet-- a careful eye would have noticed the reduced weapon batteries, or the enlarged hangar bay. The truth... | 1 | 0 | 2 | 13,595 |
[WP] Tell me about the quirks and/or history of your character’s ride. | Yeah, it's a bike.
A bicycle. As in pedals.
It's an old BMX converted to a fixie.
It has no gears, just the one speed.
The brakes broke.
So I removed them.
It has a heavy steel frame.
And it will last through anything.
It's been dunked in a lake, dropped ten stories, run over by a truck.
And it's still here... | 1 | 0 | 2 | 13,596 |
[WP] Murder is legal, but you have to pay for it. | "You got the stuff." the man asks to me, he where's the usual clothes, heavy bullet proof armor, a navy blue shirt and the aluminum badge that reads "County Police." with a little symbol of what was once a symbol of freedom, but now means nothing, nothing but hate, nothing but misery. I can't seem to pull my eyes from ... | 3 | 0 | 20 | 13,597 |
[WP] Murder is legal, but you have to pay for it. | Written kind of like a play. Italics is for phone call, which I would envision coming from offstage, possibly recorded voice.
Kid 1: Shut up guys.
*Hello. You have reached 1-800-KILL. Please press 1 if you want to murder somebody. Press 2-*
Beep.
Kids 2,3, and 4 laugh.
Kid 1: Seriously guys, stop laughing. Yo... | 9 | 0 | 20 | 13,598 |
[WP] Murder is legal, but you have to pay for it. | I pay for his life in gold coin and receive a token stamped with the Don's insignia. It's too heavy to flick, made of some dull metal that won't shine however much I rub it. I drill a hole in the top and thread through it a leather cord and hang it round my neck. When I kill him I will hang it around his. Now people mo... | 14 | 0 | 20 | 13,599 |
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