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[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | He rode his bike through the streets of the small town where he was born. Not fast, but not too slow either. He rode at a pace he felt was relaxing. He swerved lazily from side to side, almost dancing with the bike as he went. The sun in front of him was obscured by a large cloud bank as it set in the sky. The sound of... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 13,700 |
[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | We've been sitting on this front porch waiting for something. Hell if I remember what it was, but I guess it doesn't matter anyway.
Between sips of beer Micheal played a few chords on his guitar, some slow, sad song. We never did find out what it was called, but I guess it doesn't matter.
The shadows grew long, th... | 7 | 0 | 12 | 13,701 |
[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,702 |
[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | Her breath was gone, lamented like like a cool breeze in the heat of July. My cheek was pressed against hers, the softness a stark contrast to my stubble. The family was gathered around, everyone chatting. In the back, nervous laughter could be heard, quickly suppressed.
It felt like falling. Every day. Reaching t... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,703 |
[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | Those days, those were the best. You might think they were pretty crappy, but I tell ya, just living was pretty awesome. Don't get me wrong, it did suck; not having a place to go home to every night, making friends for a day, then leaving them the next, that kind of thing. My favorite time of the day would be walking t... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,704 |
[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | Ray's alarm went off at quarter past six just like it always did. Today was different. Today he didn't roll over right away and silence the nasally buzz. Today he let the alarm ring for four minutes and twenty-two seconds, the buzz filling his ears and jarring everything inside him. He felt alive in the two seconds bef... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,705 |
[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | The din of the worn down bar is soothing. A woman who’s had one too many shrieks in laughter. An old man next to me is bent over a glass of whisky. He’s been nursing that same glass for an hour now. I can’t decide if it’s because he’s battling a drinking problem, or he can’t afford a second. Maybe a combination of both... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,706 |
[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,707 |
[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | She walks to the bed, sits down on the edge, then slides onto the floor. Alone in the dark; it hurts, the familiar. Breathing slow, her head droops onto the collar of her suit. The stresses and anxieties and harsh words exorcize as tears that slip from her eyes down her wrists, collecting at the elbows before making th... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,708 |
[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | He felt it as strong as he ever did, back when he signed up. *This is my calling. Lord willing, I will help.*
He was protecting himself. His family. His community. His country. He knew this was his calling. He was a shepard, caring for his flock.
He never prayed so hard as he did the day before they emarked upon the... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,709 |
[MP] 5 minute limit. Stop when the song ends, I'd love to see what you come up with. I imagine something sad when I hear it. | He stopped as he headed out the creaky old wood and screen door. He watched her as she ran ahead of their beautiful old golden. Her white and yellow sundress was collecting more green as she dropped down and let the dog come up and lick her face. Suddenly a beautiful little fiery red headed girl climbed up her back and... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 13,710 |
[WP] The protagonist of your story is suddenly made a mute. | "Well?" His eyes were still bright, still hopeful. The conversation had gone on for too long, but with reason. The plan was flawless- the ways to kill a dragon, I swear, are endlessly creative. Especially wizards- they know how to get this kind of thing done. One slight flaw, but easily corrected.
"I think-as;efkh."
... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 13,711 |
[WP] The protagonist of your story is suddenly made a mute. | This is a continuation of several other stories. The most direct ones are these, in order, [Chapter 1](http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1wf4z4/wp_maybe_it_wasnt_the_right_hour_for_setting_out/cf1gnzn) and [Chapter 2](http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1wfgpr/cw_two_people_fall_in_love_no_dia... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 13,712 |
[WP] A boy in the modern day is just discovering he is from the future. | They made me throw my money down on a horse. I placed a bet on horse 7, simply because 7 was my lucky number. The gates opened, the horses bolted, and the drunken men around me shot up out of their seats and almost touched the sky. The roar of the crowd and thumps of the hooves and the snaps of the whips all melted tog... | 3 | 0 | 7 | 13,713 |
[WP] You awaken to find your life has been taken over by a person in another dimension who directs you around as if you are a character in an online game. | *Weedlord Bonerhitler has connected.*
“What?” said Marcus, who was planning to spend his entire Saturday in his bed feeling sorry for himself.
His hand shot up suddenly, and it pushed against his face. He began to move his head around without any free will of his own.
“What the fuck!” Marcus said, jumping out of bed... | 4 | 0 | 6 | 13,714 |
[WP] You awaken to find your life has been taken over by a person in another dimension who directs you around as if you are a character in an online game. | *This is such a pleasant dream,* the man decided. For what seemed like a few hours now, he had been walking through what appeared to be a rendering of his perception of Germany's Black Forest (he had never been to Germany). The atmosphere was serene and relaxing, and at one point a gnome-like creature had picked a daff... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 13,715 |
[FF] A man with a history of bad decisions is granted one wish from a magic kettle. Keep it at 500 words. | "Hey. Hey asshole."
John looked over in response to a squeaky, offensive voice.
"Yeah, you. I gotta thing for ya."
John looked away, and back over at the disgusting stove, in his squalid apartment. Did the kettle really just talk? And call him an asshole?
"What're you waitin' for, ya jackalump, I gotta thing for ya... | 3 | 0 | 7 | 13,716 |
[FF] A man with a history of bad decisions is granted one wish from a magic kettle. Keep it at 500 words. | "All you want is a *peanut butter sandwich*?!"
"You're right, sorry. Put jelly on the other end." | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,717 |
[FF] A man with a history of bad decisions is granted one wish from a magic kettle. Keep it at 500 words. | Clive turned the dented brass kettle over in his hands. He spit on his rag and started rubbing some of the dirt away.
After a moments rubbing, smoke began pouring from the spout with a high pitched whistle. Clive dropped the lamp and leaped away. "Gosh!" he said as the genie took shape.
"Behold, puny mortal! I have ... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 13,718 |
[FF] A man with a history of bad decisions is granted one wish from a magic kettle. Keep it at 500 words. | I was drunk. Really drunk. So I decided to go with it, impossible as it was. I ran my hand over my pocket as I considered my decision. My pocket was empty, save for a lighter.
"Hey man. Got a smoke?" I asked. | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,719 |
[FF] A man with a history of bad decisions is granted one wish from a magic kettle. Keep it at 500 words. | He sat staring at the magic kettle thinking of the wondrous things he could do with one wish. As always his pessimistic mind realizes that no matter what, he will always be unhappy. This only left one possible wish, only one thing could end his string of "bad luck". A tear fell from his eye as he mumbled, "I wish to di... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,720 |
[FF] A man with a history of bad decisions is granted one wish from a magic kettle. Keep it at 500 words. | He hadn't slept since he had walked out of his job three days ago. He still didn't understand why he had walked out of that job just because they had granted him a raise. He knew he didn't deserve it but that was no reason to walk out of his job on principal, he thought. It was the principal of it, but he wished that h... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 13,721 |
[WP] "Burn them," a voice whispered from the darkness. "Yesssss. Burn!" | "Burn them," a voice whispered from the darkness. "Yesssss. Burn!"
I stared at my gaunt reflection in the dingy bathroom mirror. I had suffered through nausea, seizures, and paranoia, but voices in my head were a new development. It had been three weeks since I had chosen to escape the evil beings who had been my gods... | 4 | 0 | 6 | 13,722 |
[WP] "Burn them," a voice whispered from the darkness. "Yesssss. Burn!" | Four-year-old Hikaru was beginning to lose confidence. He finally had the ability to become strong, but it didn't seem that he could control his power very well. Or at all, really. Each time he attempted to use his Ryoku, he was overwhelmed by its strength.
To put it briefly, Ryoku is a power that is inside every pers... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 13,723 |
[WP] "Burn them," a voice whispered from the darkness. "Yesssss. Burn!" | “Burn them,” a voice whispered from the darkness. “Yesssss. Burn!"
“Dude, I think you’re taking roasting marshmallows too seriously."
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[WP] "Burn them," a voice whispered from the darkness. "Yesssss. Burn!" | Her eyes jolted open to a black room. The child rolled over to look at her digital clock on her bedside table. 2:37 A.M. It would still be about 6 hours until the school day began. She hated the feeling of waking up in the middle of the night. She'd been told a child her age should be able to sleep a full night, but it... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 13,725 |
[WP] "Burn them," a voice whispered from the darkness. "Yesssss. Burn!" | *Burn Them!*
"No."
*BURN THEM!*
"I said no."
*We have waited 15 years for this. 15 years of dealing with this shithole of a world, 15 years of living like mongrels! They ostracized us because of what we are. They made us into this. And yet, you still want to show them mercy?!*
"Have you forgotten? We do not resort... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 13,726 |
[WP] "Burn them," a voice whispered from the darkness. "Yesssss. Burn!" | "Burn them," a voice whispered from the darkness. "Yes. Burn them."
I spun in my chair, careful not to demolish the growing pile of papers in my inbox.
"Shut the fuck up, Jesus." I hissed back. "Do you want me to lose my job?" Bastard had the cheekiest smirk carved into his face. I swiveled around again to face my d... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 13,727 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | Here, here. Nothing takes me out of a story faster than GPC errors. Nobody is perfect, and if I see one or two, I assume it's an honest mistake and move on. It still takes me out of the story, but life's a bitch that way sometimes. But when there are errors every other sentence (or even every sentence) it's just im... | 4 | 0 | 37 | 13,728 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | i write pretty sumtimes. u speek good about subject. me like what u said in sum spot,s but me make conterpointe; as long as massage gets thru u dont hav 2 folow all rulz o' grammer. ppl like twilight n that haz errors | 10 | 0 | 37 | 13,729 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | No disrespect to your message, the following are merely my opinions on evolving language, grammar and reddit grammar-nazis.
theres always extremes. for instance. do i agree that it would detract from a story iF I wrotE liKE ThSI, yes. do i agree that -
Writing like this is more pleasing to the eye for people such as... | 2 | 0 | 37 | 13,730 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | "Never" is an absolute, and I would avoid using it in future arguments. I mean, look at how successful Cormac McCarthy is, and he certainly doesn't follow traditional grammatical conventions. | 3 | 0 | 37 | 13,731 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | [deleted] | 8 | 0 | 37 | 13,732 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | If you have to write 'I'm not being pretentious' in bold, you're probably being pretentious.
Also, this sentence:
> Adhering to the foundation of the language allows you to build a beautiful, towering masterpiece on top of it for you to make your own.
made me go, "Wait, wat?" Your syntax is pretty awful here. E... | 3 | 0 | 37 | 13,733 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | People have said it. I agree with the basis and the heart of the post, however, being a linguist in training; when writing for fiction only certain aspects of grammar are appropriate in all cases. Capitals, punctuation, etc. now the whole "who/whom" thing is a bit off. That only comes into play for formal writing. Take... | 3 | 0 | 37 | 13,734 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | Just flicking through the comments and i don't think anyone's said this: we have a lot of people pn this subreddit where English is not their first language. It is entirely natural to expect mistakes in syntax, grammar and spelling from someone is still trying to learn. Since we cannot hold non-English speakers to the ... | 5 | 0 | 37 | 13,735 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | Also a linguist. Just want to give my 2 cents...
Grammar is essentially meaningless from my perspective, and I have no problem with any language as long as it does not impede communication.
However, when use of GPC does intrude on communication, then you need to brush up. It is quite rare for this to happen unless y... | 1 | 0 | 37 | 13,736 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | My main issue is with writers who don't know when to stop writing a paragraph.
Here's a hint:- 5 lines. NO MORE.
Oh, and apostrophes. Learn when NOT to use them. | 1 | 0 | 37 | 13,737 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | Your proposal certainly has merit. I know that when I am reading it can be quite distracting at times, though to be honest, the using the wrong word either via auto-correct failure or poor spelling choice on the part of the author is more distracting than a missing capital.
Unfortunately, its very hard to edit one's ... | 1 | 0 | 37 | 13,738 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | eh, i dunno. not every story really needs perfect grammar. sometimes, the run on sentence is the point, not a mistake. being a good reader is learning to differentiate between stylistic conceits and accidents.
to wit: Faulkner, Saramago, and Garcia Marquez are all nobel winners. each of their works dispense with the r... | 2 | 0 | 37 | 13,739 |
[OT] PSA on Grammar, Punctuation, and Capitalization | While I think it's better to use correct grammar, having that be too big a concern will discourage many from writing anything at all. I know I wouldn't even try if the GNs jumped all over me.
Im pretty sure that if I miss an apostrophe, the story will not become lost.
Or if I use a preposition to end a sentence with.... | 1 | 0 | 37 | 13,740 |
[IP] Murder Aboard the Trans-Atlantic Express (A WritingPrompts Photo Gallery Prompt) | “Fuck!”
It came from outside the train car and I would later learn that it had followed a much quieter “Oh Fuck, Oh-“
My first thought was one of mild amusement. I’d formed a picture in my head that had taken on the shape of a tall gangly waiter surrounded by broken glass and silverware, an image that tickled my fun... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 13,741 |
[IP] Murder Aboard the Trans-Atlantic Express (A WritingPrompts Photo Gallery Prompt) | Hmm, I don't (or rather, didn't) have a picture in there. I suppose I should, because I inevitably end up either the brutal murderer or unfortunate victim in these sorts of stories.
There. Now I have a picture there to vaguely represent myself. Perhaps I'll write a story tomorrow. | 2 | 0 | 9 | 13,742 |
[WP] A world where you can buy/sell sleep. If you're rich you can buy sleep from other people, basically transferring your tiredness to them leaving you feeling great and them terrible. | Something has to change, but I don't think it ever will. I want so badly to believe that one day my chance will come, but once you get to where I am, they say there's really not much hope.
I haven't left this street for who knows how long. It's pretty hard to walk any distance at all without becoming so disoriented th... | 10 | 0 | 21 | 13,743 |
[WP] A world where you can buy/sell sleep. If you're rich you can buy sleep from other people, basically transferring your tiredness to them leaving you feeling great and them terrible. | Katie held up her protest sign in front of the sleep clinic. She joined in the chant with a handful of the other protesters. "Sleep is not for sale," they said over and over. Steve stood closely next to her holding his own sign. He furrowed his brow at her.
"No reporters yet, I'm worried we won't get any media play... | 2 | 0 | 21 | 13,744 |
[WP] A world where you can buy/sell sleep. If you're rich you can buy sleep from other people, basically transferring your tiredness to them leaving you feeling great and them terrible. | Onda sat in the fourth row of the auditorium, looking at the glossy covered folder given to him by the attractive girl who greeted him at the entrance to the Make Time Corporation efficiency center. Onda wondered if she might still be outside after the presentation was over, she’d seemed nice. Onda estimated the room s... | 1 | 0 | 21 | 13,745 |
[WP] Write from the viewpoint of an inhabitant of Earth 8 million years in the future. At this point, LAGEOS 1 has crash landed back into Earth with a message from Humanity 8 million years in the past. | A faint wind stirred, sending miniscule particle of the arid soil adrift in the pale yellow sky. The horrid stench of sulfur pervaded the air over this gray, desolate landscape. The land was flat, stretching out into the distant horizon in an almost chilling symetry. Not even a pebble disturbed the perfect emptiness of... | 5 | 0 | 10 | 13,746 |
[WP] Write from the viewpoint of an inhabitant of Earth 8 million years in the future. At this point, LAGEOS 1 has crash landed back into Earth with a message from Humanity 8 million years in the past. | A bright streak of light scared the night sky. The burning object from what I presume is low earth orbit was shooting across the sky. It was almost majestic in the way it flew. Spewing off debris which were like fireworks exploding and then it was gone over the hills and disappeared from site. A few moments passed and ... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 13,747 |
[WP] "Tomorrow i'll do it" Theo stroked his gun. "Tomorrow all school will respect me." | Theo is about to commit an act of violence like we have seen time and time before. He is a weak person, and always has been. He was alienated and could not handle the pressure of the social zeitgeist of his school. His mind was always gone. He never would have been pushed to the edge if he wasn't so abnormal and such a... | 1 | 0 | 2 | 13,748 |
[WP] "Tomorrow i'll do it" Theo stroked his gun. "Tomorrow all school will respect me." | It was show and tell day, and Theo had a plan to put into action. He’d brought something amazing this time. Something so amazing everyone would have to love him for it. Something so cool Mrs Myers wouldn’t let him keep it at his own desk.
The trek to the teacher’s desk was short, and Theo ran it at full speed. Just b... | 4 | 0 | 2 | 13,749 |
[WP] "Tomorrow i'll do it" Theo stroked his gun. "Tomorrow all school will respect me." | Hughes stared at himself in the mirror of the cold, empty bathroom. He shivered despite his vest top and splashed his face with lukewarm water. 'You'd have thought that for £28,000 a year they could at least heat the damn bathrooms', he mused to himself. He'd never felt so nervous. After prep in the library he'd shuffl... | 1 | 0 | 2 | 13,750 |
[WP] Death appears before a man who is days away from dying. He offers to save him, but only if... | "You need to take the mantle."
Larrs Hoffman Sr.'s droopy eyes stared at the black cloaked figure that had appeared before him. He figured it might be the psychosis in his system, the drugs he took were stronger than ever. This figure standing before him in his den however, was real. Larrs leaned his battered old recl... | 3 | 0 | 11 | 13,751 |
[WP] Death appears before a man who is days away from dying. He offers to save him, but only if... | David slept the deep peaceful sleep of a man contented. There was no stress in life for David, not anymore, and there wouldn't be again. He'd received the payout from his textile company being bought out and he was on easy street - he was on a first class flight to Hawaii and fully expected to be drunk and sun-baking f... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 13,752 |
[WP] Death appears before a man who is days away from dying. He offers to save him, but only if... | "Go away, go away damnit I don't want anymore of your 'sympathy'. You can't do shit for me so just go away." He shifted away hiding his face. Trying to not let me see his tears.
"I am not some slack-jawed fool here to comfort you or tell you its going to be okay. You're dead as far as I or anyone else am concerned... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 13,753 |
[WP] Death appears before a man who is days away from dying. He offers to save him, but only if... | Death did not look like Death. Contrary to popular belief, Death wasn't even *male.* Her cheeks were a rosy peach sort of color, and her hair was a warm strawberry blonde. She stood at a height of five foot seven inches, and wore faded jeans and a blue tank top. The only thing that tipped me off that something was off ... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 13,754 |
Sometime in the distant future, a present-day satellite crash lands in a heavily populated section of Earth, killing thousands of people, and is seen as an intentional act of terrorism. The people of the future decide to go to war with the past. | If they wiped out the past, wouldn't they also wipe out themselves? | 8 | 0 | 17 | 13,755 |
Sometime in the distant future, a present-day satellite crash lands in a heavily populated section of Earth, killing thousands of people, and is seen as an intentional act of terrorism. The people of the future decide to go to war with the past. | To whom may be reading this.....
I am one of the few that know what actually happened; I was there when it crashed.
The media keeps reporting that it was a missile, but that's not true. None of it's true, you just have to believe me on this.
October 14, 2047, a mysterious object is seen over Moscow. From the amoun... | 7 | 0 | 17 | 13,756 |
Sometime in the distant future, a present-day satellite crash lands in a heavily populated section of Earth, killing thousands of people, and is seen as an intentional act of terrorism. The people of the future decide to go to war with the past. | nice dude.. i came here to call u out on not giving credit.. nice.. upvote | 1 | 0 | 17 | 13,757 |
Sometime in the distant future, a present-day satellite crash lands in a heavily populated section of Earth, killing thousands of people, and is seen as an intentional act of terrorism. The people of the future decide to go to war with the past. | "Okay, now I just want to be clear. How do we keep track of things?" The middle-man asked, a stack of records piled on his desk and multiple monitors flashing for his attention.
"You some sorta bitch, Jonathan?" taunted his boss through the phone. "You think they can just drop a device on us and we wont respond with e... | 3 | 0 | 17 | 13,758 |
Sometime in the distant future, a present-day satellite crash lands in a heavily populated section of Earth, killing thousands of people, and is seen as an intentional act of terrorism. The people of the future decide to go to war with the past. | When the satellite hit the last remaining settlement killing thousands of people in the last remaining pocket of civilization and dooming the rest of us to a slow death as the life support systems fail it was the final insult from the past needed to push us over the edge. Stripping the earth of all it's usable resourc... | 2 | 0 | 17 | 13,759 |
[PI] Dogema | "Alright, now all ya'll just hold up and listen to me for one good second," a sudden voice boomed through the air. "Most of ya'll already know me, and if there are a few that don't by now, well, you're about to. As it turns out, I really *am* the baddest motherfucker on the planet."
"Holy shit! Is that who I think ... | 1 | 0 | 2 | 13,760 |
[PI] Dogema | Loved it! | 2 | 0 | 2 | 13,761 |
[WP] Two children need to enter the last known civilization on earth. Their kind is not allowed into the city, and it is heavily guarded. | It made sense that they weren't allowed in but that didn't change tuberculosis.
Crawling through a forgotten storm drain, Sarah practically dragged Joseph along. His profuse coughing had become a tired death-rattle, which bounced pathetically off the walls of the claustrophobic space. It was nearly too dark to see, bu... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 13,762 |
[WP] Two children need to enter the last known civilization on earth. Their kind is not allowed into the city, and it is heavily guarded. | Across the barren plain, the spires reached up into the sky. From behind the great wall, the remainders stood in twisted metal and concrete.
The two miniscule figures on the sand and dirt approached slowly. Hopeful. Hungry.
The smaller one, covered in dirt, clothes torn and ripped.
How long had they been out there ... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 13,763 |
[WP] A child, whose every word becomes reality, learns about hyperbole in class today. | “But mom, why can’t we have a pet?”
A woman in her mid-forties sighed as she looked at her son. This was the fourth time he asked her this question, and on the same day! She was tired of giving him the same answer. “Junior, having a pet is a lot of responsibility and mommy and daddy don’t have the time to care of ... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 13,764 |
[WP] Write me a story in which an item which costs 5 dollars or less changes EVERYTHING. | “You want to know the story of how I met your mother? Alright, but it’s kind of embarrassing.”
The narrator rubs his neck sheepishly as he shyly smiles at his two kids.
“Well, you two are aware of how much of a gum fiend I am. You kids also know how terrible I am at throwing things away. Anyways, when I was e... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 13,765 |
[WP] Write me a story in which an item which costs 5 dollars or less changes EVERYTHING. | I stood at the counter and stared at the prescription. “Fluxochlorohydroanamine. Approximate cost: $500.” I sighed. What was the point? It was stage 4, but Dr. Nixon said that there was a small chance the drugs might work. Unfortunately they were still undergoing clinical trails but initial results were quite promising... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 13,766 |
[WP] Write me a story in which an item which costs 5 dollars or less changes EVERYTHING. | Floating about in the upper atmosphere and beyond, there are countless man-made satellites; their purpose varies from communication, to science, and even surveillance. It was suspected, but never admitted, that some satellites were even made for combat. Weapons of death that hung in the heavens.
Amongst the many satel... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 13,767 |
[WP] Your character is chopping wood and discovers a camera, derelict but intact, wedged into one of the logs. The film is developed... | Seeing the camera didn't make me think much except that there was a camera in a tree. Maybe someone had tied it to the bark to take animal photos. I was curious, but the long day of dredging through the woods looking for the perfect walking stick made me tired and irritable. The camera almost stayed in the trunk, but s... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 13,768 |
[WP] God finds out what one his prize creations Adolf Hitler, has done. | It was a drab room. The ceiling was white, the walls were a pale turquoise and the floor was a kitchen-like series of black and white tiles. It felt like a room, but he wasn't completely sure that it was. He could only see two walls and they stretched on and on and on. He'd drawn something something like it an age ago ... | 3 | 0 | 7 | 13,769 |
[WP] It was a two minute window. Two minutes, that's all it took. | "Don't worry, I'll be back in two minutes, max!"
Two minutes, that's all it would take me to get into my house, grab what I needed to stay at a friends' place, and book it out of there again. If I was lucky, Mom would be sleeping and Dad would be at work.
Though I ran through my front yard, I stopped and slowly crept... | 3 | 0 | 6 | 13,770 |
[WP] It was a two minute window. Two minutes, that's all it took. | Fred went blue in the face and collapsed in a pile on the floor. His two onlookers really should have tried to break his fall, but nobody bothered.
“Well, he wins the bet…” Jess said. ”The bastard really can hold his breath long enough to pass out” she then gave Fred a light kick to the face just to be sure, and got ... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 13,771 |
[WP] It was a two minute window. Two minutes, that's all it took. | "The Police will be here in two minutes" The cashier said to me, rifle still pointed towards my head. It was at least two-thirty in the morning, any adrenaline I had before attempting this heist had left my body.
"What am I doing here?" I asked myself. How did I get to this place in my life? Sure, I got laid off six m... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 13,772 |
[WP] It was a two minute window. Two minutes, that's all it took. | "It was a two minute window. Two minutes, that's all it took." Said Detective Arthur Roux. The other members of the force called him "the Visage." As if he needed a metahuman alias to go along with his abilities. The metahuman studies eggheads call it Panoptic Vision. Lets him see every part of situation or environment... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 13,773 |
[WP] Write the story of the forgotten Greek mythology which explains how Erida become the goddess of Hate. | Ares continued to study under Priapus until the day he could rule as the God of War. On most occasions he was studious and respectful of his teacher, but at times would become so destructive that Priapus would be unable to quell his anger by peaceful means.
During one particularly awful tantrum, Priapus struck Ares wi... | 3 | 0 | 13 | 13,774 |
[WP] Documentary style story about the first galactic president. | **DAY 1: CAMPAIGN HEADQUARTERS, EARTH, ORION ARM (43 Votes, Population: 12 Billion)**
“So, here we are people. Day one. Excitement abounds! For the official record, I am Senior Administrator Williams of the Orion Arm, and today, I start on the path to Galactic Empire..Leader. Shit. We can redo that right? Alrigh... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 13,775 |
[WP] If you kill the past, there would be no future. | "Well, don't kill the past then!" Goodwin yelped, his body pulsing various bright shades of various angry colours - primarily yellows and reds - as he snapped and slapped at his friends interferences with the network.
The network was a lovely little trinket they'd built together, Goodwin and Dudley. They'd puffed up l... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 13,776 |
[WP] If you kill the past, there would be no future. | My work shift has almost ended when a new ticket appeared in the queue.
"The machine does not work!!!". Mrs. Thomsen strikes again.
I sighed and walked to her workplace.
"What do you mean by 'it does not work'?" I asked.
"It says something when I try to kill the past."
"Something?"
"I did not understand it so... | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,777 |
[WP] If you kill the past, there would be no future. | Is it temporal suicide? When nothing but time kills the past, where do we go from here? A love story ends in tears brought on by "nothing changes." It runs in parallel, same as it was, but it's not enough any more.
I practiced these words to the captive ceiling above us as she slept. | 1 | 0 | 3 | 13,778 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | [deleted] | 15 | 0 | 19 | 13,779 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | Red Bic Lighter
I roll it between my fingers as I walk
A nervous habit
A habitual walk
Red Bic Lighter
It sparks and the gas ignites
The metal heats
Offering the only sense of light
Red Bic Lighter
I caress the plastic
Fondling the trigger
Glares come from the man, Bic
Red Bic Lighter
A man approaches
And asks for ... | 3 | 0 | 19 | 13,780 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | Last night,
When I shut the door
and turned out the light,
I slid into bed and heard you sigh.
Not a sigh of annoyance
Or of resignation,
But a scythe through the cold.
Through the silence and the thoughts
That rise to the surface
Like so many air bubbles.
A sigh of "I'm here."
A calm, wa... | 11 | 0 | 19 | 13,781 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | True Love is easy
But sometimes doesn't make sense
Refrigerator | 10 | 0 | 19 | 13,782 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | In the winter months
You bring the heat my soup needs
My kind microwave | 3 | 0 | 19 | 13,783 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | Two to ten fold crash, falling into my lover, a literal dream
- Bed | 1 | 0 | 19 | 13,784 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | Irreplaceable, I swear to God.
So worn, so loved; perfect still.
Beauty has been passed over,
And age disregarded-
My tweezers are beloved. | 3 | 0 | 19 | 13,785 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | I remember the first day I noticed you for what you were
You, a little cross eyed
I was too I guess
I dropped my towel and gazed at you naked
You held your arms out
I placed the towel in them
After my shower you relinquished my towel
I paused and gazed at you
You made me giggle
I knew I would forever see you a... | 2 | 0 | 19 | 13,786 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | Let me count the ways I love thee
My shirt of shape "T"
Your color so splendid,
your fabric so pure
Cotton, not blended
Softness galore
Image of Ahnold,
Flute in his grasp
Muscles so bold
And prepared to kick ass
Bannered across you
In Hyrulean typeset
"Legend of T2:
Rise of Skynet"
I'll... | 4 | 0 | 19 | 13,787 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | An eye must observe
Benevolently amid
Life's pain, dutiful.
| 1 | 0 | 19 | 13,788 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | How gross I would be,
In the morning-post coffee,
Without thee, Altoids. | 3 | 0 | 19 | 13,789 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | I love lamp. | 4 | 0 | 19 | 13,790 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | The impersonal glow of this modern age;
sinking into an aural sea of metallic tapping.
Words on a screen, trapped in a frame
that isn’t mine.
Words on a screen, formed by electric fingers
that I can’t feel.
I will always long for the sensual scratching
of graphite on paper; filling the grain with
An undulat... | 3 | 0 | 19 | 13,791 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 19 | 13,792 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | Ode to the Refrigerator
You keep my food cold,
But my heart warm.
You hamper growth of mold,
Turn preservation into art form.
I go to you a dozen times a day.
Never do you cause delay.
You provide, without any hesitation.
Your tasty and bounteous ration.
My trusty companion in the kitchen.
Who satisfies my f... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 13,793 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | You light up my life,
Seeing you brings me such joy,
I love lamp, do you? | 1 | 0 | 19 | 13,794 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | Oh ice cubes from the tray,
Why do you go away,
It's not just a phase, please stay. | 2 | 0 | 19 | 13,795 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | Shall I compare thee to a perfect day?
Thou art more lovely yet quite useful:
Rough winds do shake and whip around my hair,
And pique my ire at the fickle weather:
Sometimes the sun is hidden by dense clouds,
and I curse the weatherman on the news:
And when my stomach rumbles in the cold,
I know that you ... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 13,796 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | The dead of Winter.
"Brick, do you really love lamp?"
"I really love lamp" | 1 | 0 | 19 | 13,797 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | My cold cut combo;
You delicious food for gods.
I dream about you often;
how you'd taste inside my gob.
Twelve wonderful inches
just waiting to be gobbled down;
With lettuce and tomato and olives.
Great Scott! I love that sound.
Bacon as an extra.
Parmesan, you sassy bitch!
I just need a little p... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 13,798 |
[CW] Write a poem to show your love to a completely mundane object. | Fingertips tap your side
Quivers of anticipation roll pearls of sweat down your belly, your back,
The heat clings to you so easily
You've been cool too long
Slide my fingers, my thumb, my palm
Hook a finger, two, underneath
The tease, pressure, and then lift
A tremble from deep within
Pressing back a... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 13,799 |
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