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[WP] Wikipedia as a muse | I shivered, the cold nipping at my forehead, the only part of my body that was uncovered. With some hesitation, I removed my fur-lined goggles, to truly appreciate my surroundings.
Everything was blank, white, perfect. The purgatory seemed to go on forever, like a never-ending void, a place long-forgotten by any livin... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 1,400 |
[WP] Wikipedia as a muse | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 16 | 1,401 |
[WP] Wikipedia as a muse | I was at the mall, looking for shoes or a scarf or something, when a girl appeared from one of the shops and sprayed me with their newest fragrance, some sort of tropical-themed perfume, heavy on the coconut. My eyes stung, but not from the spray, and as I ran from the shop I could feel my face crumpling into an expres... | 1 | 0 | 16 | 1,402 |
[WP] A boy discovers the necronomicon in his locker. | It seemed like a normal day at first for the boy. An ancient history class, with his boring, generic teacher droning on about boring, generic things. He didn't really listen. Something about something called The Old Ones. He sighed. Of course they were old, they were all dead!
*That's what he thought...*
He went down... | 3 | 0 | 3 | 1,403 |
[WP] A boy discovers the necronomicon in his locker. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 1,404 |
[WP] A boy discovers the necronomicon in his locker. | "*Faggot!*"
The desktop bounced nicely off Danny Elkman's skull with a satisfyingly wooden sound and the scrawny kid dropped to the floor at Billy Johnson's feet, clearly dazed. Billy crowed his triumph and, to make sure Danny had gotten the point, kicked him in the ribs. "Take that, you stupid nerd!"
Billy's frien... | 5 | 0 | 3 | 1,405 |
[WP] A boy discovers the necronomicon in his locker. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 3 | 1,406 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | I can taste my blood. I am on my back, the sky’s image filtered through the branches. My spinal cord has been disconnected, clearly. I can only think in half-thoughts. Then I feel the final calorie burn.
I look to the sky, manage a final thought: “Mother, Father, Jesus, I come to join you now. Surely my life was deser... | 14 | 0 | 20 | 1,407 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | All I see is darkness. Like space, but without the stars.
I turn around unconsciously, like I'm drifting through the air, except there is no air. I'm not breathing.
But this realization doesn't panic me. I don't think I'm capable of panic anymore. I accept it calmly, like everything else.
There is a source of light... | 10 | 0 | 20 | 1,408 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | [ ] | 9 | 0 | 20 | 1,409 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | [Only a matter of time...](http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/3qkzi8/) | 9 | 0 | 20 | 1,410 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,411 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | Waking up to a mouth full of salt water is an experience I'd prefer not to repeat. Especially if it comes with a side of sand. When I opened my eyes that first day, I couldn't believe the scene spread out before me. People were everywhere! I couldn't see the end of the beach, and came to accept that it had no end. Appa... | 3 | 0 | 20 | 1,412 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | Sorry about any errors I made in the writing, or if you didn't like it. This is my first time even posting on this sub reddit, and any sort of criticism would help.
There is nothing.
I think I wake up. I don't feel anything or smell anything, but I can hear and see. I am so short, so slow. This was my preschool wa... | 5 | 0 | 20 | 1,413 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | I had to do this...
__________________
It all happened so fast. It was my first day at a dead end temp job and I was finally out to lunch. Then it hit me, literally like a toilet seat from the sky. Yup, I was killed by a toilet seat. Turns out that the guy who "reaped" me was on his last contract, meaning I take over.... | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,414 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
Beeeeeeeeeee-*shk* "Thank you for holding, our customer support staff is now ready to receive your call." | 3 | 0 | 20 | 1,415 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | He's old, wearing threadbare velvet robes and a tarnished crown. I have so many questions, but I can't speak--whatever gag comes on you in dreams when you want to scream but make no sound, that's on me now. Disappointment sits in my stomach like a brick. I wish I could go back as a ghost and tell everyone not to get so... | 3 | 0 | 20 | 1,416 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | For those still grappling with that age-old philosophical question: ponder no more! Allow me to express my revelations in as concise a manner as possible. As a lifelong (little-a) atheist, I never held belief in an afterlife. Spirits, gods, angels, demons, souls, and celestial bodies meant nothing to me. Nothing more t... | 2 | 0 | 20 | 1,417 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | After fading to black I awoke in the hospital. I didn't realize it at the time, but this was not the world I knew. Things began to happen that were too coincidental to be real, although I mistook them for me losing my head at the time.
They told me it was crazy to think that encoded messages were being left for me, bu... | 2 | 0 | 20 | 1,418 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,419 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | ! | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,420 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | I feel the cold steel of the sword slicing through my body. I lie in parts, staring at the sky. I hear the vultures sing. No honor in battle. A bitter metallic taste fills my mouth. Buried beneath a mound of bodies. I gasp for breath.
Now, I'm looking at the battlefield from above. I am numb. The vultures descend, fee... | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,421 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | "LOUIS BROWNE, REPORT TO SECTOR BB47"
I had died in a car crash, that's all that I remember. I awoke in a blank room with a loudspeaker, after a period of emptiness that felt like years. There's an ethereal quality to everything... I'm not supposed to be alive right now.
Two figures in black masks and black clothes s... | 5 | 0 | 20 | 1,422 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,423 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | Life's greatest irony has finally been played out in front of me.
There are no great white lights. No men with beards standing next to cloaked, hooded figures with giant scythes. I am not viewing my corpse, surrounded by shocked onlookers, from an imagined overview.
There is nothing. There is no one to tell me what... | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,424 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | “Wake up.”
As the commander regained consciousness all he could see was light. All he could hear was a calm, steady voice which seemed to reassure his every doubt before he could express them.
“You’ve had quite a trip, but it’s time to wake up.”
The glare dimmed, but did not fade completely. Everything was merely sh... | 2 | 0 | 20 | 1,425 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | I had always talked to my friends about what death would be like. Could it be the same as when I was born from a broken rubber? Or could it be so much more, does the brain just die? Does all of your memories and knowledge just evaporate with the disappearance of your cranium? I'm not one to be religious, but would it b... | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,426 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | Bright lights.
That was the last thing I remember happening in what I can now refer to as the most recent physical experience on Earth. To rewind a little, I was out golfing with my boss, letting him win as usual. It wasn’t a particularly hot day, but I couldn’t stop sweating. I didn’t give it much thought other th... | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,427 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,428 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | Aw shit.
It snapped, didn't it? I fucking told Greg that it wasn't strong enough to hold my weight. I looked up the specs for the bungee cord and I even showed him. Did that matter? Not to almighty Greg. 300 pound people were never meant to bungee jump, even if it is the strongest bungee cord on the market.
So now w... | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,429 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | We were sent to explore the moon, my team and I, excited about flying in space, seeing the stars, anticipating the danger. We had been briefed through every possible situation. But the scientists at NASA hadn't warned us about mixed dangers.
Fuel tanks exploding, a small fire, which burned our suits before we put it ... | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,430 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | Blood pooled from his mouth into the mud, as he lay on his side. His eyes were open, his diluted pupils staring into the beyond, as the rain quietly fell, indifferent from his tears. A crow looked on, perched in a tree waiting out the rain. | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,431 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | The cloying stench of corruption clung to me like a shroud, crawling my flesh, filling my lungs with every foul breath – and I hated it. It was a reminder. Set adrift in this inky ocean of blackness, a man just might forget that he was dead. I wish that I could; I’d already seemed to have forgotten that I’d once been s... | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,432 |
[WP] You've just died. What next? | I hold the cold metal gun within my hands. Heavy. It is heavier than I thought it would be. My heart begins to pound in my ears. I swallow hard but the lump won't go down. I hold the gun in my right hand, pushing the safe back beneath the bed with my left. I rise to my feet with a glance at the form lying just be... | 1 | 0 | 20 | 1,433 |
[WP] Sick and Tired | I felt this way the first time I moved out of my parents' house. I was on my own, and loving it! I was free to go whichever direction my feet could take me! I had no car, so I could only go as far as my feet could take me. Soon a good situation turned sour: one of my roommates moved out and left me with a much larger b... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 1,434 |
[WP] Sick and Tired | The cigarette offered a simple escape from this haunting existence that now defined me. A sadness had settled. It was not a complex yearning, but rather a bleakness that finally offered closure. While the world around me fostered beautiful reality fueled by the perfection of every individuals uniquely flawed experience... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 1,435 |
[WP] Sick and Tired | Christine's hands began to shake as she heard the soft cries coming from down the hall. It had happened to her, and now it was happening to her daughter. Her husband, Chad, had started beating her over a year ago. Christine thought it was just a temporary problem, and that Chad would get past it once he learned to cont... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 1,436 |
[WP] Sick and Tired | **The Last Day of My Life**
“I won’t marry you because you’re too emotional, you’re hysterical,” he said to me.
I cried. Of course I cried. I had put five years into this relationship. I asked, maybe, once a year what our future was. I know there are a lot of men who think it old fashioned and simple, but I wanted to... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 1,437 |
[WP] Sick and Tired | I looked up at the clock to find the hands hadn't moved much since the last time I stole a glance. Sweat was starting to form on my brow and my right foot tapped the ground at a feverish pace. Across from me sat Ortha Jackson. It was the fifth time I'd seen Ortha at the clinic, but he was always more subdued in previou... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 1,438 |
[PI] August Contest, critiques welcome! | I *really* enjoyed reading this! Thank you for your contribution! | 2 | 0 | 4 | 1,439 |
[PI] August Contest, critiques welcome! | I like the structure of this, the way it's staged in three parts through interviews. | 1 | 0 | 4 | 1,440 |
[FF] What's in a name? | She's a university girl, living in Toronto, with a European mutt background. She desperately wants to be on the cutting edge of society, to be somebody important. She lacks the skills and practice, though; she is just a bit too old school, too stodgy, a step left behind. She longs for a boyfriend, for the physical sens... | 3 | 0 | 7 | 1,441 |
[FF] What's in a name? | My name is Mud. John Q. Public, if you will. I am persona non-grata. Destined for mediocrity I was born in a ranch house just off Main Street in middle-class America. The year was 1938. Or 1941. No one is sure. An untold number of hospitals kept few records during the war. My father fought overseas and returned a shell... | 7 | 0 | 7 | 1,442 |
[FF] What's in a name? | Darnell Goldberg loves taking the public transit to work every morning. Son of an Argentine eggplant farmer and a Sudanese lobster boat captain, Darnell epitomizes the life of a third-culture kid.
Born in a refugee camp in Malaysia, he managed to work his way to the top of an international crime syndicate by the age ... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 1,443 |
[FF] What's in a name? | The name's Johnny 'Dicklips' Turning. But everybody just calls me Dicklips. It's not that I've been a prostitute of some sort, I just happen to be a private eye. With a secretary who has an awful sense of humour. I was raised in the heart of Toronto, but moved to Boston after hearing the slack jawed accent and falling... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 1,444 |
[FF] What's in a name? | Chloe used to be in the rave scene. She grew up swathed in suburban comforts: treelined streets, a big front lawn, summer camp and a new car on her 15th birthday. Her blonde hair was the perfect canvas for all the fluorescent dyes she discovered. She started doing a lot of E, getting nosebleeds and introducing herself ... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 1,445 |
[WP]- A conversation between two strangers on a site like omegle or chatroulette | Partner 1 has connected!
Partner 2 has connected!
You are both interested in **love**
Partner 1: Hello.
Partner 2: 19/f/arizona
Partner 2: looking for my prince ;) i'm a hottie who's broken a lot of hearts
Partner 2: how bout u
Partner 1: My wife is gone.
Partner 1: She died two years ago. It was cancer. She fou... | 18 | 0 | 14 | 1,446 |
[WP]- A conversation between two strangers on a site like omegle or chatroulette | You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: hhii
You: hi, what's up
Stranger: nothing wbu?
You: just making jerky for my business
You: I make beef jerky
Stranger: oh ok beef jerky is amazing
You: would you like to buy some?
Stranger: no
You: I can send you a link to my website
You: http://ww... | 5 | 0 | 14 | 1,447 |
[WP]- A conversation between two strangers on a site like omegle or chatroulette | You are now talking to a random stranger! Say hi!
You are both interested in **one night stands**
Partner 1: 18/f/illinois
Partner 1: listen all i wanna do is bang someone because i'm really ~~horny~~ sexually want someone, ok?
Partner 2: 19/m/illinois too! Where do you live, up north or down south?
Partner 1: in ... | 5 | 0 | 14 | 1,448 |
[WP]- A conversation between two strangers on a site like omegle or chatroulette | You: Hey, whats up?
Stranger: Hey
Stranger: Asl?
You: M/18/USA
**Your conversational partner has disconnected.** | 8 | 0 | 14 | 1,449 |
[WP]- A conversation between two strangers on a site like omegle or chatroulette | http://logs.omegle.com/5c5cc0c | 1 | 0 | 14 | 1,450 |
[WP]- A conversation between two strangers on a site like omegle or chatroulette | **You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!**
**You:** Hi!
**Stranger:** asl?
**You:** Yes, of course
**Stranger:** M/19/UK
**You:** Excellent. You find yourself at a crossroads in a sunny clearing of a forest. You can go north, south, east, or west.
**Stranger:** What!?
**You:** You find yourself at ... | 6 | 0 | 14 | 1,451 |
[WP]- A conversation between two strangers on a site like omegle or chatroulette | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 14 | 1,452 |
[WP]- A conversation between two strangers on a site like omegle or chatroulette | You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: asl
You: WHAT
Stranger: asl?
You: IM SORRY IM NEW
You: ON THIS MOOGLE
Stranger: female??
You: NO
Stranger: female??
You: I AM CHARLES
You: DO YOU ENJOY HOLMES
Stranger: wtf
You: HOLMES??
Stranger: wtf?
Stranger: what is rong with ... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 1,453 |
Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | At first I am confused, then I become afraid. Afraid for Jess, afraid for both of us. The two tall figures that get out of the car and follow Jess to the door are not familiar to me at all!
I have to think... what to do?
I run to my bedroom and grab the baseball bat. Somehow, it gives me confidence. I still have no ... | 6 | 0 | 21 | 1,454 |
Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | "That bat isn't going to do you any good." | 3 | 0 | 21 | 1,455 |
Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | ((*make sure to use Sort By Old to read this properly*))
He steps into the paling light of the candle that I've set out, and I can see that his face is covered with a blood red mask that resembled the snarling face of a cat. In his hand is a strange, triangular dagger that shines in an unearthly light.
Then Jess spe... | 2 | 0 | 21 | 1,456 |
Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | "Just do what they say! Just listen! ....*Please!*" | 2 | 0 | 21 | 1,457 |
Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | The man with the blood red mask stands straight, almost like a statue. The slightest twitch of his arm betrays him, and his companion, wearing a mask depicting a dog enters. He makes the slightest bow, that felt more mocking then respectful.
Then the man with the cat mask starts making his demands, in a voice that was... | 2 | 0 | 21 | 1,458 |
Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | "First thing you're gonna do, buddy, is put down the bat and make a phone call. You manage that, and..." his masked face turns towards Jess, "Jess... here, we'll she'll be just fine."
She whispers with a shudder in her voice. "Please, Rob..."
I swallow nervously. | 2 | 0 | 21 | 1,459 |
Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | "We've got a Luchador meetup at a nearby Pizza Hut in 10 minutes and we've been lost for close to an hour." | 9 | 0 | 21 | 1,460 |
Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | I relaxed slightly.
"Oh, the Pizza Hut's just down the road."
The two men wearing the creepy masks nod. They turn around silently and leave without a word. I sighed in relief.
That's when I noticed that they took Jess with them.
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Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 21 | 1,462 |
Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 21 | 1,463 |
Who wants to play "Continuing Story"? I'll start. | ((This is why I hate this game. There's always a guy who brings in luchadors at pizza hut.)) | 5 | 0 | 21 | 1,464 |
[FF] Powerful fragments | This sounds interesting, but I don't understand the last sentence of the prompt. Could you elaborate on what you mean by "main focus"? | 1 | 0 | 4 | 1,465 |
[FF] Powerful fragments | Broken. Shatterd crush. Shards shards shards. Collect all. Connect few. Splinters crack. Glass pricks. Deepest Hole. Light finger. up again and again and again. | 2 | 0 | 4 | 1,466 |
[WP] Hitchhiker | Amber. Her hair, not her name. Amber, like the crystallized goo that hardens around mosquitoes so you can extract DINO D-N-A and terrorize Jeff Goldblum.
She gets in and the crushed scent of pine floats in with her. California is something else this time of year. Her bag goes into the backseat of the beat up Camry an... | 10 | 0 | 7 | 1,467 |
[WP] Hitchhiker | I rolled my window down despite the wall of water descending from the heavens. Wearing a jacket pulled close, the stranger loped to the car door, spraying water with each step. Not sure if I could be heard above the storm, I motioned for my new travelling companion to jump in with me. Before I could even say a word, th... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 1,468 |
[WP] Hitchhiker | **I swear I started writing mine before I saw pndmoneum2's and that the Oregon/California thing is a coincidence haha**
Night was settling over the California section of Route 101 and my patience was waning. For hours I had been sitting in my car, staring wide eyed at the road in front of me. Drinking coffee in betwee... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 1,469 |
[WP] Hitchhiker | The sun spits a fire across the hood of my car as we barrel down Route 17. Twisted hunks of metal side-railings swing past us; ghostly remnants of rubbed-off paint flashing and scorching in the heat. Tuneless echoes of America's glory days hang in the air, threatening the drought like an attempt to call some presumed b... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 1,470 |
[WP] Hitchhiker | **Kuhio Highway**
“Let’s pick up the next hitchhiker,” I say. I’m venturing out because I’ve never told him that I think picking up hitchhikers is an awesome thing to do. So many people think every hitchhiker is a potential serial killer that is going to attack you while you’re driving.
“Yeah, that sounds fun,” my hu... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 1,471 |
[WP] Extra Life | Ian was an idiot, by all means. He meant well, but he was an idiot.
He came into my dorm room one night wearing a bike helmet and shorts, and sneezed into his hand. He knelt down and wiped it on the carpet.
"What are you doing in here, Ian." I said. The smell of his sneeze filled the room.
"I've got a gift! A gift f... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 1,472 |
[WP] Extra Life | It started with the promise of one day. I was only going to use the button once; one more day, only one death, it was a compromise.
I didn’t believe Ezra at first when he showed me the metallic little box adorned with a black button and told me it held the key to living forever. I initially laughed, thinking it was ... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 1,473 |
[WP] Extra Life | I remember that I laughed when I first saw it, “press the button to revert your
body as it was a day before; however, know that for every press of the button, someone
dies.” A box that could restore some of my life in exchange for someone else’s?
Preposterous! But my curiosity got the better of me, I decided to try t... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 1,474 |
[WP] Die Hard/Harry Potter crossover, focusing on Alan Rickman | Die Potter With A Vengeance
Toilet water dripped down Harry's back. Last night he tried to talk Ron off one of his infamous suicide benders which had become a custom ever since Ron saw Hermione in a bukake video starring Hagrid, and he may have failed this time. There had been the distinct sound of Ron jacking a spel... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 1,475 |
[WP] "It was a simple enough offer." | It was a simple enough offer.
Life or death. I chose life.
You can't blame me. It wasn't my fault. I was only following orders. I didn't kill them. I didn't pull the trigger. I didn't even load the gun.
I only did it because it told me to.
I can still hear its voice in my head, robotic and strangely serpentine. It... | 5 | 0 | 9 | 1,476 |
[WP] "It was a simple enough offer." | It was a simple enough offer.
One hundred dollars. Two hours.
I looked at her, hoping she would live up to her reputation. We walked into the room. She closed the door.
Soon enough, it was all over.
Damn, that was the best psychotherapy session I ever had! | 3 | 0 | 9 | 1,477 |
[WP] "It was a simple enough offer." | I either go with him and die or I refuse and die now.
It was a simple enough offer. Either way I die and how I look at it is that my life hasn't been all that worth it anyway.
I think I will just refuse and get it over with. It's just another a bandaid. | 2 | 0 | 9 | 1,478 |
[WP] "It was a simple enough offer." | It was a simple enough offer. Two hours. $5000. Bryan’s team had been contracted to run security for some corporate big-wig who was speaking at a local college’s convocation ceremony. We just had to get him from the airport to the university, let him speak, and get him back. Easy.
One of Bryan’s guys had pulled out at... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 1,479 |
[WP] "It was a simple enough offer." | 100 bucks, just make sure you put it *in his hand*. You know, like serving a summons or something.
It was a simple enough offer. How was I to know?
He could have said something like "oh, and don't freak out if this guy - Jones - suddenly stiffens like he's been tazered and falls over dead." That would have been nice.... | 5 | 0 | 9 | 1,480 |
[WP] "It was a simple enough offer." | It’s funny how the smallest thing makes a difference, ya know? It’s like, when you’re looking back at the path and you see all the blood you’ve spilt, all the lives you’ve broken, every single person you’ve ever been able to save, you look and you wonder how it could’ve been a choice. After a while you see it wasn’t. W... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 1,481 |
[WP] "It was a simple enough offer." | It was a simple enough offer. We would usher in a new world, a paradise. The rest of the world would burn, though. Just we and our children would move into the new paradise. It wasn’t much to lose. We would see the end of the evils of this world and would be ushered into the new, more perfect world. Of course, it turn... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 1,482 |
...More than you can chew. [WP] | "I'm going to the store now." The wife said and I urgently responded, "Pick up some chicken wings!" The television had no decent shows so I decided to turn it off and take a nap. I struggled to align myself in a comfortable position on the couch, grunting while grabbing a pillow to support my head then letting it go. M... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 1,483 |
...More than you can chew. [WP] | The low hum of tires on pavement is soothing, and competes with the whistle and flap of air streaming over me from the driver side window. I've opened it just enough to let the smoke from my 'no bull' Winston escape and I'm watching a ribbon of bluish poison snake its way from the glowing cherry to the top of the glas... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 1,484 |
[WP] You (your character) suspects his/her father has been replaced. | When did I first notice?
It happened when he passed the sugar bowl to me.
I reached to take the bowl, and something seemed off. Something about the way his fingers held the bowl. Something... different. Maybe it was the early morning light streaming in through mom's lace curtains, but, for a moment, I felt sure that ... | 5 | 0 | 8 | 1,485 |
[WP] You (your character) suspects his/her father has been replaced. | "Son, oh my wonderful and beautiful soooon! Where are you?"
Carmichael stood in his bedroom. Sweat coated his palms where he gripped the baseball bat. He could hear the voice of the imposter coming from the other side.
"Carmichael! Where are you?"
Footsteps echoed through the door. Carmichael tried to regulate his ... | 4 | 0 | 8 | 1,486 |
[WP] You (your character) suspects his/her father has been replaced. | My forejaws clicked together. I was agitated and suspicious, releasing pheromones in the air as my "father" arrived. I'm sure he was an imposter, one of the soft-flesh from the surface. Where was his talk of unleashing our horde on the population centers in the cover of night? Why hasn't he devoured any of our number o... | 5 | 0 | 8 | 1,487 |
[WP] Creative Zombies | Robert hobbled down the street, moans of pain escaping chapped lips. Finally, he settled his tired body on a choice looking mound.
Rubble lined the sidewalks, silent monuments of twisted metal and broken glass to a civilization shattered by monsters. Shattered by its own creations. He would have cried, but the tears h... | 7 | 0 | 15 | 1,488 |
[WP] Creative Zombies | Metamorphosis Part I
They were changing, that much I knew. They were becoming faster for one thing, and smarter. They were much less decayed looking than they had been before.
I had started climbing the ladder to the fire tower thinking they would be unable to follow. I watched as they huddled around the base, just ... | 3 | 0 | 15 | 1,489 |
[WP] Creative Zombies | Three days in Borneo.
They were looking for a rare flower, deep in the jungles with a university grant funding us. Botanists and a few local trackers- including me, moving quickly to avoid a coming storm.
On the fourth day, Dr. Hamilton and two trackers went missing. We searched for a day, then found him wandering in... | 8 | 0 | 15 | 1,490 |
[WP] Creative Zombies | Here's a segment from a middle-grades short story I wrote called "Jack Valentine vs. the Zombie Horde"
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“And we go to Rob with the weather.”
The television was blaring at the Sneed home. Stephen Sneed, alias: Jack Valentine, was eating his cereal with bleary eyes. His father, Doctor Sneed, was putting on his lab-... | 3 | 0 | 15 | 1,491 |
[WP] Creative Zombies | The strange thing about it all was the way everyone seemed so open to the idea.
I mean, yes, it would help formulate the cure to diseases that had plagued humanity for centuries. Yet what we transformed people into to achieve this purpose was simply inhumane. These are people that were almost dead anyway, the support... | 2 | 0 | 15 | 1,492 |
[WP] Creative Zombies | She came at me. I had been expecting it, but it still came as a shock. Hands outstretched, groping for me she rushed towards me. Just in time, I buried my long knife in her sternum. She paused for a moment, then resumed. Her arms flailing I frantically stabbed again and again.
"Kill me," she moaned, "Please..."
Her h... | 1 | 0 | 15 | 1,493 |
[WP] Creative Zombies | They don't speak, and they barely move. I remember movies a long time ago talking about flesh eating monsters. Dead things that crawled out of their graves, hoping to find some warm veins to bite into. They don't make those movies anymore. No one wants to even think about. They're done thinking about it. For years, eve... | 2 | 0 | 15 | 1,494 |
[CS] The Continuing Story [Rules Included!] | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 12 | 1,495 |
[WP] Tell us the "biography" | Okay guys, I could be in big trouble if someone doesn’t help me.
Let me start out by saying my father and I never really talked to each other. I didn’t hate him, and I’m pretty sure he never hated me. But the old man worked his ass off every day, and coming home he never had time for any of us. While I appreciate the ... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 1,496 |
[WP] Tell us the "biography" | I was living a happy, carefree life, like any other family.
Then we were attacked. A serial killer broke into my home, killing my wife and most of my children. One survived, but he was injured. This made it difficult for him to move normally.
Nevertheless, he was always energetic and inquisitive. I may have become ... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 1,497 |
[WP] Tell us the "biography" |
I was born in the late sixties. Father was a ghost, mother was a drunk. When I was five, I moved in with my uncle, who was struggling to get his life in order after 'nam.
Things were relatively happy for a little while. We lived in Brooklyn, the four of us.
My uncle was a father I never had, told me about doing what... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 1,498 |
[CS] Odd Reaction | I am no linguist, and only dabble in cryptography, so the inscription meant little to me. It was shiny, however, and about the size of a quarter, so I thought I might be able to fool a vending machine into taking it. Nothing tastes better than a discount coke.
As I straightened, I saw the man in white cross the street... | 6 | 0 | 4 | 1,499 |
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