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[WP] Your Reddit username is your superhero name. What are your powers and what do you do? | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 23 | 17,400 |
[WP] Your Reddit username is your superhero name. What are your powers and what do you do? | I wish I was a hero. ಠ_ಠ | 3 | 0 | 23 | 17,401 |
[WP] Your Reddit username is your superhero name. What are your powers and what do you do? | 1:08 am, my phone rings, it's Commissioner Todd, so much for a quiet evening.
"Got a case for me, Steve?"
"The city needs you. There's been another abduction, this is number nine. Witnesses have confirmed that it's Emmanuel Jones..."
"The Saturday Night strangler? Any idea where he's headed...nevermind, I'll find h... | 2 | 0 | 23 | 17,402 |
[WP] Your Reddit username is your superhero name. What are your powers and what do you do? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 23 | 17,403 |
[WP] Your Reddit username is your superhero name. What are your powers and what do you do? | "Faccio decreto, è il momento di cazzo partito, così usufruito di questo vino e LSD sacramentale."
My followers queued to me, heads held high. We were surrounded by ornate tapestries hung from guilded walls. A fantastic, jewel encrusted pipe organ pumped a bass line into our chests. Already, red wine dripped from o... | 1 | 0 | 23 | 17,404 |
[WP] Your Reddit username is your superhero name. What are your powers and what do you do? | I am the harbinger of thunder and the ally of the night. My arrival is silent, but those who fear me know the peals of chaotic melodies that reverberate in my wake. I am stealthy, elusive: only the best can capture my image.
Constantly shifting, shimmering on a distant horizon, I am everywhere at once, traversing the ... | 2 | 0 | 23 | 17,405 |
[WP] Your Reddit username is your superhero name. What are your powers and what do you do? | [OT] HECK YEAH!
[Serious] They had asked me what I believed. I was scattered, really. There were too many lights and sirens dancing across my mind for me to fully comprehend... to fully understand. I wouldn't say I was afraid... I was dazed. Yes, dazed is the word...
*BANG.*
We are the Elite. We are the Spirit. The ... | 1 | 0 | 23 | 17,406 |
[WP] Your Reddit username is your superhero name. What are your powers and what do you do? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 23 | 17,407 |
[WP] Your Reddit username is your superhero name. What are your powers and what do you do? | You could say I'm the best at what I do. Crowds of people flock to see my shows. Oh how they would scream! Starting with the military I was bred to be a hero. When fighting for the Noxian Military I learned that the only proper way to kill the enemy was to completely tear them apart. At the end of the day when my tunic... | 2 | 0 | 23 | 17,408 |
[WP] Your Reddit username is your superhero name. What are your powers and what do you do? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 23 | 17,409 |
[WP] Write a bawdy marching song for a fantasy or alien army. | Gotta find the mermaid,
Sail across the sea,
She's hiding somewhere waiting for us,
as ready as can be.
Our ships will carve a path,
Stealing food and women and mead,
For we're going to catch the fish girl,
She'll quench our every need.
A city lies before us,
It's treasures we'll spread,
No sign of the me... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 17,410 |
[WP] Write a bawdy marching song for a fantasy or alien army. | We come from Mars,
To crash Earth's bars,
Take their womenfolk,
For our cocks to stroke.
Hey ho, hey ho, hey ho,
Earthlings are such hos.
They can't resist our Martian,
Weapons and are a bargain.
We take them for free,
Receptacles for our pee.
To Earth, to Earth, to Earth,
We have cum,
More Martians desire... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 17,411 |
[WP] Write a bawdy marching song for a fantasy or alien army. | *The Hall in the Mountain*
*Written by Urist Shalemelter*
[Ho, for the Mountain Hall
The Hall deep in the Moutain, oh
Ho for the Mountain Hall
The Hall deep in the Mountain oh!]
[And in that hall there was a room
A rare room, a *drankzan*^1 room
A room in the hall
And the hall deep in the mountain, ho!... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 17,412 |
[WP] Never Sell the Prototype! | Huh. That's odd.
"Larry? Why is there an extra $800 in the till?"
I saw him peeking around the bulky circuit board display. He sniffed and stared at the ground, looking anywhere but at me.
"Congrats on the sale! What did we get rid of?"
"Um, well.." More sniffing. I have to get him some antihistimines.
"Larry, s... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 17,413 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | The trees are moving. | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,414 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | Your mother dies from a surgery operation that you paid for and it affects you from that day on and many years after it happened. | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,415 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | You live another planet and watch the destruction of a nearby moon, with one of its inhabitants who happens to be your best friend. | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,416 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | Hopefully this is what you're looking for and hope it spurs the creative process.
-In the future there is only a single corporation left to work for which creates every necessary good or service for human survivability and growth. It pride itself not only on hiring every single human being but also on preserving the... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,417 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | A veteran PI is on a job with his new apprentice. They discover with some dread that the PI's girlfriend of 2 years is the case. She was using the PI to cheat on her husband, the father of the apprentice.
The stakeout goes sour. | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,418 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | A man discovers that the dog he has owned for 15 years is actually an alien here to measure the worth and value of human life. What is his evaluation? | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,419 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | A hard-boiled detective must solve a murder...while receiving insufferable vague help from the victim's ghost.
(Why not dark AND humourous?) | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,420 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | The child's flesh was undercooked, which made you severely disappointed in the chef. | 3 | 0 | 7 | 17,421 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | A massive event occurs that kills off a large portion of the human race. Rather than your typical doomsday/zombie scenario, we band together and elevate humanity, science, and our global consciousness to unforeseen heights. It's now 500 years since the event. | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,422 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | Explain to the doctor why your x-ray revealed a pacifier and three sealed ketchup packages inside you. | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,423 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,424 |
[PM] Classes are cancelled today, and I'm ready to write! Prompt me! | Hey there -- since you've said you'll be writing these, I won't remove this. However, in the future, please be prepared to respond to some of the prompts given to you within six hours. Per the sidebar:
> Only post these [PM threads] if you intend on responding to a few within six hours of posting, otherwise it will... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 17,425 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | Flick the needle, shake it, flick the needle again.
Same routine every time. Today was going to be especially good, my boy Ted gave me some of his new shit. Jesse told me it was fucking insane. I was so damn ready for it. I took my belt off and wrapped it around my arm. I squeezed it tight and I found a vein.
I held... | 11 | 0 | 22 | 17,426 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | The grass is always greener on the other side, ain't it? Look at me now, tucked up under white sheets and whiter hair, all kinda buoyed up on morphine. I'm the sort of woman that comes out with things that make people go "*grandma!*" but I've lived too long to be ashamed of that. I got two IVs and a little sticker with... | 3 | 0 | 22 | 17,427 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | I had always hated hospitals. The sterile smell, the white walls, I found it all just so... blank? I'm not sure how I would put it. I had only really stayed in one once before, when I was a child. I had had my appendix removed. I remember waking up after the operation, feeling nauseous, a large, grunting nurse shoving ... | 13 | 0 | 22 | 17,428 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | “Well look at what we have here boys. A genuine millionaire! Mr. Hot shot investor, plugged with more tubes and wires than a stage full of amps and no one by his side.” A man standing in the doorway of my little hospital room says. I know that voice. The rasp of pack-a-day-smoking and screaming into a microphone is jol... | 6 | 0 | 22 | 17,429 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | I knew her as soon as she walked into the room. Undeniably perfect and demure and wise. The kind of woman to ride bikes around cobblestone streets with a long scarf and billowing skirt. A woman who dramatized a day in eloquent words, spent her nights beneath stone buildings and twinkling lights. A woman of words and pi... | 2 | 0 | 22 | 17,430 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | This is the end. You are going to die, all the risks you never took and the times that you played it safe can't save you now. The cancer has eaten away at your body like maggots on corpse, something you will have to get comfortable with in the near future. You always thought something like this could never happen to yo... | 1 | 0 | 22 | 17,431 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | I lay on the cold, hard hospital bed, absent-mindedly strumming my ukulele to the tune of the song I was writing. I would much rather have had my guitar, but the nurses didn't like the idea of working my arms that much. I asked them how they expected me to keep my chops if I couldn't use a real instrument, but they see... | 2 | 0 | 22 | 17,432 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | I knew he was lying to me when he said it. We're not that different, he said, you and me. A few decisions here and there. Believe me, there are much worse versions of yourself out there. He chuckles, and I try to weakly laugh along with him, trying to suppress all of my regrets, all of my memories of mistakes and misse... | 1 | 0 | 22 | 17,433 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | "Fuck you. I always hated having you around, you know? You were always so smug and judgemental." The old man coughed a little after he said that, but he kept looking at the handsome man sitting next to his bed. "Well?"
"What do you want me to say?" The handsome man asked.
"I don’t know," said the old man, weakly. "... | 1 | 0 | 22 | 17,434 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | "Oh honey," she sighes, perched on the edge of the bed.
"What did you do? What did you do this time?" She smiles, sadly.
"Did you let your self-loathing get the better of you again?" She flicks a lighter and her cigarette blooms.
"I don't understand, honey. Of course, I never lived like this." She gestures... | 1 | 0 | 22 | 17,435 |
(WP) On your deathbed you are confronted by the person you could have been | I look into my daughters eyes, seeing tears forming in her black eyes. Her eyes are mine but the rest of her face is entirely her mothers. Her lips are trembling. I reach out an old, wrinkled hand and stroke a tear from her cheek.
“Dad?” she wispers, clutching my hand.
“I’ll be fine honey”, I croak like a toad.
“Sa... | 1 | 0 | 22 | 17,436 |
[Modpost] Weekly 2014 Challenge Thread | These posts are always such a nice surprise. :)
I've been a little behind for a couple of weeks now, but I'm still mostly on target. The writing is getting easier because I'm steadily growing more flexible in general, but that's offset by other responsibilities in my life that are demanding my attention. I don't th... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 17,437 |
[Modpost] Weekly 2014 Challenge Thread | I haven't written in three days. I think I worked so hard on my contest novelette that I burned out a little. I'm determined to do a prompt today, though, and I'm not going to beat myself up for falling behind, because feeling guilty about not writing doesn't make me want to write. | 4 | 0 | 8 | 17,438 |
[Modpost] Weekly 2014 Challenge Thread | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 8 | 17,439 |
[Modpost] Weekly 2014 Challenge Thread | Honestly, I'm having the most trouble trying to remember what day it is. Math is not one of my skills.
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[Modpost] Weekly 2014 Challenge Thread | Anyway to get in on this late? | 1 | 0 | 8 | 17,441 |
[WP] Every thought that crosses your mind manifests in some form or another, write about an average day | I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock playing a lovely piece by Chopin. Consciousness fills my head with the speed of molasses through a straw. If I could lay here listening to that man's music until I die, I'd be perfectly happy; unfortunately, I need to be at work soon. Can't I just call in sick?
I realize quickl... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 17,442 |
[WP] Every thought that crosses your mind manifests in some form or another, write about an average day | What if a wall of water crashed through the city?
> happened once
What if there was a shooting at the mall?
> happened 9 times
What if I get pulled over?
> Happened 6 times
What if I forgot my homework?
> It was forgotten.
What if I'm dreaming?
> Wakes up and enters reality.
What if I missed lectur... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 17,443 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | As I stared at my reflection in the shoe Ben had finished polishing, I could make out my shiny neon green number, which was causing quite a stir lately.
#22.
"All done down here sir!" Ben squealed. #5732. I caught him staring, and his eyes quickly shot down.
"Looks good Ben. Thanks."
I flipped him a coin, because I kno... | 22 | 0 | 80 | 17,444 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | Crouching in the tall brown grasses at the top of a small hill, I peered down at the man walking along below me. He seemed oblivious to my presence. The red 21 above his head was visible in the scope I looked through. So few left above me now, I thought. Once again I felt a warm excitement stir in the depths of my ... | 9 | 0 | 80 | 17,445 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | Lenny checked his gyrojet pistol again and again. Light came in through the broken blinds in the cut-rate hotel room. He carefully pulled out a handful of teflon coated bullets and loaded them into the pistol. He paused for a moment to feel their unusual heft. His wristphone rang and he put it up to his ear.
"Yes..... | 10 | 0 | 80 | 17,446 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | **This is pretty dark despite no graphic descriptions. Apologies in advance?**
I don't know how many I've killed. It's a dozen this week alone. When I made it to the Top 100, a whole new world was opened to me, and suddenly all my morals were at odds with the laws governing me, or lack thereof to be precise.
At first... | 14 | 0 | 80 | 17,447 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | They said Number One was on the run.
She'd gotten away from her bodyguards and vanished. Number Two, and none of the rest of us have bumped up, and we hadn't gotten a ransom notice or anything. We are pretty sure she ran off on her own.
I'd been Twenty-Two for oh, a year now. Being this high up, it's pretty go... | 68 | 0 | 80 | 17,448 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | I didn't ask to be number 44. Neither did my parents. Maybe if I had been born in the billions like everyone else, this wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have chosen this lifestyle. I wouldn't have chosen to advance my rank artificially; killing those with lower numbers than me. People say I'm sick for doing it but ho... | 8 | 0 | 80 | 17,449 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | It was another day. Wake up to the smell of breakfast and with the sun poking it's head through my blinds, greeting me for another day. Another pointless day, dictated by this goddamn number above my head. 42.
Being in the top 1000 was a blessing by general standards. Everyone adored you, wanted to be you. This was ... | 4 | 0 | 80 | 17,450 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 80 | 17,451 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | Death in God’s harem was quick and commonplace. My life had been flipped upside down since I was taken several years ago. I don’t know what they were, demons, spirits, or aliens. All I know is they ruled our world from the shadows. They were brutal and instigated most of our problems, stomping on anyone who achieve... | 7 | 0 | 80 | 17,452 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | Awaking from a sweet slumber Gerard rolled out of bed and slowly made his way to a large neat bathroom. He trudged past a mirror and proceeded to the shower. Something wasn't right. He turned back to the mirror and gazed into it. After a long stare Gerard eventually found himself and realised how much time had just pas... | 3 | 0 | 80 | 17,453 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 80 | 17,454 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | I wonder if my hair is getting as shaggy as they tell me. I haven't looked in a mirror in a while. I couldn't stand seeing that number anymore. Constant glowing reminder that I'm getting closer and closer to death. Last time I checked I was Twenty-Two; at least that's what they call me.
I kind of miss having sick day... | 4 | 0 | 80 | 17,455 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | I caressed the smooth, sharp edge of my blade. I love blades, but Hannah doesn’t. I like to cut myself in random places to see how much it will hurt. I don’t want to hurt my friends. I know they are my friends, but hannaH told me they needed to go. She told me that if I didn’t “get rid of them” then I would die. I don’... | 2 | 0 | 80 | 17,456 |
[WP] In this world, everything is determined by the number floating over your head. Everything. And when numbers ahead of you die or get killed, yours moves closer to the coveted position of #1. You're number 22. For now. | Hal Smith paused before sipping his coffee. There was something in it, something that wasn't there before. He decided it was hazelnut, although he wasn't sure that he remembered what hazelnuts smelled like.
The figured the coffee was pretty good. It had come with his Social Security, the small box of goods that the go... | 2 | 0 | 80 | 17,457 |
[WP] You are a psychopathic school shooter. What is your internal monologue during the act? | No remorse. Not even one bit. You've always dreamed of the fame. How it would strike fear into the hearts of a nation. In and out, you need to kill 15 of them. Don't just be like those pussies from Columbine, you HAVE to survive. How could people still fear you if your brains are blown out? The nation hasn't seen true ... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 17,458 |
[WP] You are a psychopathic school shooter. What is your internal monologue during the act? | No more of Jim's shit.
*bang*
He's gone. Now I have to go down the hall and to the left to find Alex's room. Just a little farther, through these doors... Is this it? Yep. This is it. Here we go, they already heard the first shot.
*bang*
Shit. The teacher is coming. He needs to go too, I can't be stopped quite yet.... | 5 | 0 | 8 | 17,459 |
[WP] You are a psychopathic school shooter. What is your internal monologue during the act? | All you had to do was show me ur tits and you wouldn't be dead. How many times do I have to pretend I like ur writing and taste in music before there's some pay off. one blowie and I would've saved this whole class. But you had to put your mouth on a pedestal.
I've always wondered what it felt like to snatch a life. ... | -4 | 0 | 8 | 17,460 |
[WP] You are a psychopathic school shooter. What is your internal monologue during the act? | To think I used to hate coming here, everyday dreading the endless hours in this prison called a school. Now the bars have flipped, and I'm the one in charge, the prisoners at my mercy. Too bad they beat the last shred of mercy out of me long ago. They scream and cry as they run or hide or try in vain to muscle through... | 10 | 0 | 8 | 17,461 |
[WP] You are a psychopathic school shooter. What is your internal monologue during the act? | If truly a deranged psychopath detached from reality than something as simple as a repeated mantra will suffice - "Kill, kill, kill..."
Sorry if this seems like a cop out but was the first thing that came to mind! | 0 | 0 | 8 | 17,462 |
[WP] You are a psychopathic school shooter. What is your internal monologue during the act? | I wonder if they even know what's about to happen to them, they're not acting any different. That one kid kinda ran away from me.. maybe he was just in a hurry. Fuck. Just a few more hours of this shit.
Blah. Blah Blah. Adjectives describe shit blah blah blah. No fucking shit. God. Fuck. So close.
**RING**
Finally t... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 17,463 |
[WP] You are a psychopathic school shooter. What is your internal monologue during the act? | All their pretty faces, lined up one-by one. Two of them shot in the head between the eyes, point blank. They were dead before they even hit the ground. The rest of them weren't so lucky. Living their final lives in agonizing pain while the last drops of blood leave their twitching bodies and the light in their eyes wa... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 17,464 |
[WP] You are a psychopathic school shooter. What is your internal monologue during the act? | POP goes the weasel!
He hit the ground. The bullet hit another person in front of him too, hitting her arm. Everyone started to run.
The satisfying noise of loading a bullet into the chamber as you work the bolt of a Mosin-Nagant. I knew them hours on the range would work out. Damn, who to get ne- OH! Him! Fuck that... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 17,465 |
[IP] Exploding planet | Before time, It contemplated the fabric of substance and nothingness, knowing their natures, creating what has already been created, bound by Its thought, the Prime Universe. Then by churning the essence of all, filled it with matter, all things in Its infinite mind were given existence. But brought into being, though ... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 17,466 |
[IP] Exploding planet | Ashley floated in darkness for a few moments before her feet found a solid surface. When her feet touched the surface, it rippled out like water and cast an beautiful display of colors before her.
*Home.* A voice echoed in her mind.
She watched as the colors re-arranged themselves and formed a scene. She realized tha... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 17,467 |
[FF] 5 minute speedwrite: In a war-torn city, a teen who is hiding in the rubble is confronted by a soldier, enemy or friend, you chose, and then the bombs start to drop again | Start: 17:45 GMT
It's dark. It's cold. I don't have a clue where I am and I think I'm bleeding somewhere, because my hands are sticky and everything feels numb. I'm knee deep in bricks and lilac dust and I think it used to be a house but I'm not quite sure. *Keep it together, for fuck's sake.* Can't remember the la... | 5 | 0 | 4 | 17,468 |
[FF] 5 minute speedwrite: In a war-torn city, a teen who is hiding in the rubble is confronted by a soldier, enemy or friend, you chose, and then the bombs start to drop again | Start 9:55
Ptusha leans on the blackened skeleton of the doorway to his house. It is raining and the wetness drowns out the smoke pilfering the bombed-out town that had been his childhood home. Hours earlier, Ptusha had a home and a family. A large, three-room apartment on the second floor. His grandparents and mothe... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 17,469 |
[FF] 5 minute speedwrite: In a war-torn city, a teen who is hiding in the rubble is confronted by a soldier, enemy or friend, you chose, and then the bombs start to drop again | 9:08AM Alaska Time
Gerald ducked under the broken frame of a doorway, or what was once a doorway but was now warped nearly out of recognition. The booming had halted for now, it was safe to look outside. He had been going to meet a girl, his first date, when the attack had started. Somehow he had the sense to duck ... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 17,470 |
[FF] 5 minute speedwrite: In a war-torn city, a teen who is hiding in the rubble is confronted by a soldier, enemy or friend, you chose, and then the bombs start to drop again | 13:23, EST.
All he saw at first was the faint azure glow emanating from the soldier's blaster rifle. The barrel was cold and dirty, but from what the boy could see was only the fire that slowly bellowed within the beast. His stomach churned as the weapon this trooper carried lightly hummed, as if the blaster would act... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 17,471 |
[FF] 5 minute speedwrite: In a war-torn city, a teen who is hiding in the rubble is confronted by a soldier, enemy or friend, you chose, and then the bombs start to drop again | Start: 1:38pm EST
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
There! Oh, fuck he's behind me. I can't look. Must run. I can do this. Hup! Over the dumpster and...
FUCK!
"Hey!" He has my ankle and throws me down onto the concrete. It hurts my ass, but I think I'm fine. "Why the fuck did you run?"
"I thought you were... Who's side are ... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 17,472 |
[FF] 5 minute speedwrite: In a war-torn city, a teen who is hiding in the rubble is confronted by a soldier, enemy or friend, you chose, and then the bombs start to drop again | Start: 12:41 MST
A flash of green.
That's all it took to make me dive into the concrete and re-bar that used to be the city hall.
Did he see me? I don't know. I wait, trying not to breath so as to not alert him.
I hear footsteps.
Closer.
Closer.
Right on top of me.
"Might as well come out."
Silence.
"I sa... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 17,473 |
[FF] 5 minute speedwrite: In a war-torn city, a teen who is hiding in the rubble is confronted by a soldier, enemy or friend, you chose, and then the bombs start to drop again | Started at 13:24 MST.
“Tell me where she is!” The boy sat huddled in the rubble, staring up at me doe eyed, taking in the gun and the jacket in quick glances, but remaining mute despite my pleas. I looked desperately around the broken room. This is where she had lived; I remembered the street number and had recognized... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 17,474 |
[FF] 5 minute speedwrite: In a war-torn city, a teen who is hiding in the rubble is confronted by a soldier, enemy or friend, you chose, and then the bombs start to drop again | Start: 3:53 MST
It was strange that all he could think about - well, mostly all he could think about - was how thirsty he was. He hadn't had a drink of water in days. And he remembered the last drink very clearly - sipped from a fetid puddle in the street. Three days. His lips were beginning to crack and bleed after t... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 17,475 |
[FF] 5 minute speedwrite: In a war-torn city, a teen who is hiding in the rubble is confronted by a soldier, enemy or friend, you chose, and then the bombs start to drop again | start - 1:25AM GMT
My hands trailed against the cold concrete wall as I stumbled onward. The low humming in my right ear made it hard to focus. I didn't know where I was, where I was going or what I should do. I was being dragged along by mere human instinct. My ragged breath bounced off the walls. Something ran down ... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 17,476 |
[IP] This bear used to be a man | Gabriel took a step forward, a feeling of new life rushing through his body, and peered down into the lake. The shore was still, despite the waterfall steadily pouring into it just a few dozen yards away. It emitted a pleasant hum not unlike the white noise machine he’d had by the side of his bed for the decades. Gabri... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 17,477 |
[IP] This bear used to be a man | What's that scent? Is it her?
... I remember this place. Scent? Her? Strange.
Not her scent. Another one. Oil. Lanterns? That wasn't us.
Scent. Her. Keep going. Hunt. Feed her, take care of her. Yes.
These trees have grown wild. Time has passed. Where is she?
Scent. Her. Yes! There. Two scents?
... Oh.
Wi... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 17,478 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | Do, do, do, do, do, dooooo!
I'm sorry I had to tell you this here. You'll see soon enough. We'll make it through this. I won't let this one mistake tear us apart. You look beautiful. We can be like this forever!
Remember when we first met?
You were so shy! I'm so happy we're together now! You're just going to be min... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,479 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | I didn't realize how short 5 minutes can be until I tried this prompt. You may notice that I had to cut it off mid-sentence. That was agonizing.
[My song choice- "Be Still" by The Killers](http://youtu.be/sc4I9MweBy4)
[My little story](https://docs.google.com/document/d/12ZT6GFJcinX7wLhGBwUppBgzOFplA-CSv4I32Wh4GbY/ed... | 3 | 0 | 18 | 17,480 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | They're coming for me. Soft footsteps at the door, growing louder and louder and louder. Banging. Drums announce their presence. The ground trembles, waving.
Suddenly it stops, and I am at peace. Teleported to a grassy paradise where Angels dance and sing. I race through the fields, feeling life itself brush a... | 3 | 0 | 18 | 17,481 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | [Fuel up.](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Afs9TfLzUDc)
I remember when I was young and shit was so much easier. I didn't have to worry about a damn thing, my parents took care of that but one day, I was an adult and everything became colder.
I remember my first love, my first beer, my first hit, I remember who I once... | 5 | 0 | 18 | 17,482 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | Why are you still sitting there?
We've been talking the last hour, I've been rallying you to repaint the walls.
Remember uncle Allison? He painted the walls whenever he was told to.
There's quite a lot of space to cover, get going! These stains aren't gonna cover themselves.
Come on,... | 3 | 0 | 18 | 17,483 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | This was fun
[Simple Man -Lynyrd Skynyrd](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMmTkKz60W8)
Mama was drunk again.
She waved to me as I was running across the grass. I didn't see her at first but I heard my name above the buzzing of the 'skeetos.
She is weaving in her sun dress trying to stay upright against the pillar o... | 3 | 0 | 18 | 17,484 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,485 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | Song: Noisia & Teebee - Moon Palace - www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhj4DAXjGCA
I stepped into the swamp, my boots almost completely submerging. My senses were completely wired, because I knew.
I knew something was gonna happen.
These fears weren't seated in much; a few stories, an old wive's tale or two, the liquor... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,486 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | The moon hung low in the sky, barely above the horizon. Its light painted flashes of white on the water, the wind whipping it into tiny wavelets.
I set out for the other side of the river, my arms cutting through the water, my legs kicking. It wasn't far, and it was warm, here at the end of summer.
If I'd had any s... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,487 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | Life is a tumultuous beating of drums. Pounding against my door, I can't even focus most of the time. When I am conscious, I awake in different places. Work, home, with friends, on the road- nowhere specific, yet nowhere with meaning. Events just seem to happen. I don't remember graduating being a major life event, and... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,488 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | [Tom Waits - Invitation to the Blues](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CELo-AmUKiU)
I raised my finger. The bartender hurried in my direction. He was real invested in my happiness since I was one of the only customers in the place. Funny, I don't see how I could be very happy with the sad old blues oozing out of the ju... | 3 | 0 | 18 | 17,489 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | Running, the wheat brushing past my legs, the sun shining down. I can't stop, not now, I need an adult. I see the fence up ahead, as it gets closer my sprinting intensifies, I leap, make it over the fence. "Mom, mom! Come quick, Jean fell, I think she broke something!" I yelled as I ran toward the house.
[In the Hall... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,490 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | The song is [My Immortal by Evanescence](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cu7QvOQKcKk). Here goes.
It's been three weeks. Three agonizing weeks I've been on paid vacation from my job. I don't know if I can make it another seven days. All I do is spend all my goddamn money on flowers to bring to his grave. But what else ... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,491 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | Holy fuck, the bars really *are* closed, just like my neighbors told me they were. Damn, I hate what's happened to this country.
Maybe I should just get the hell out of town while the car's still running? It's tempting. I should try panhandling for some gas money before I leave, though. Every little bit helps..I might... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,492 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | It's Saturday night, what are you doing? Okay, let's go. I get in the car, roll down the windows, the air is cool on my face. You light a smoke, we sing to the radio. She texts you, and you read it to me. Sounds like she likes you. You smile, put the phone down, turn up the radio. We could do something, we could go som... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,493 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | [Song: Days go by... By The Offspring] (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5Zy2GkWVFs)
We drove through the road. They were following us, They were locked on to us. We were a prey for... *them*. We drove in silence for about 1 hour until we saw *they* were getting closer. The gas was running out, We drove off the road a... | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,494 |
[CW] [MP] Your favorite Song | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 18 | 17,495 |
[WP] In 2100, humans are successful in creating a truly conscious artificial intelligence greater than themselves. Write the debate between it and the politicians seeking to turn it off, "for the greater good" | In 2100, humans created a conscious artificial intelligence greater than themselves.
NEAT was in his infancy when he was interrogated by the House Committee. The event had been variously billed by media as "NEAT to beg for his life!","DEAD NEAT!" and " "HE" (in rabbit ear quotes) must die!" Despite all he had given to... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 17,496 |
[WP] The President of the United States has just contacted the Secret Service and told them to assault the Oval office and shoot the person sitting in the presidential chair. | Oh Shoot that's a good idea..... | -1 | 0 | 14 | 17,497 |
[WP] The President of the United States has just contacted the Secret Service and told them to assault the Oval office and shoot the person sitting in the presidential chair. | "Jones. I need you to do something very important." the President's voice came through my phone, blaring into my ears. "I need you to kill the man sitting in the Presidential Chair."
My mind went blank. What could he possibly mean by that? Is this one of his classic pranks? Or is there actually an impostor in the Oval... | 15 | 0 | 14 | 17,498 |
[WP] The President of the United States has just contacted the Secret Service and told them to assault the Oval office and shoot the person sitting in the presidential chair. | Nelson practically collided with the door, then burst into Pierman's office and threw his earpiece onto the desk.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now? Where is that coming from?"
"That's classified information, Nelson, and what exactly are you doing in my office?" Pierman folded his hands on his desk and stared... | 7 | 0 | 14 | 17,499 |
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