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[WP] God is found dead. | We didn’t even know. I don’t think he even knew. I bet he thought he was just a great scientist. He won several Nobel prizes in the sciences. He graduated from University at the age of 15. Not too odd of a number for many geniuses around the world. In fact, there are more people who graduate from University at a much y... | 2 | 0 | 222 | 19,400 |
[WP] God is found dead. | So I'm pretty late to the party, but I really liked this prompt. Feedback appreciated!
He had been among us the whole time. Now he was gone.
It was 5:07 on a Wednesday night in Philadelphia. I had just gotten home, and looking back I’m relieved I hadn’t been driving when the Omniscience happened. I was trudging t... | 1 | 0 | 222 | 19,401 |
[WP] God is found dead. | I'm just happy reddit is talking about God. He has always known what is best for us, that's why he sent us Christ as the greatest teacher. | 1 | 0 | 222 | 19,402 |
[WP] God is found dead. | The noise was unbearable. It started as a high screech, a constant, unnerving ringing in our ears. Many of us fell to our knees, others felt blood racing out of our noses and mouths. We clutched our hands to our heads, tight, and screamed for the noises to stop. Mothers covered their children’s ears, sometimes hiding t... | 1 | 0 | 222 | 19,403 |
[WP] you lose your son after months of survival, the only other person with you, to zombies | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 6 | 19,404 |
[WP] you lose your son after months of survival, the only other person with you, to zombies | Rick glanced behind him, the door from which he had just come through. Behind it were the hordes of walkers, desperate and hungry.
They got Carl.
What was the point of living, even? Why not join his son, his last reason for hope and survival, in the embrace of mindless undeath? None of this mattered anymore. Not sin... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 19,405 |
[WP] you lose your son after months of survival, the only other person with you, to zombies | Allen's hands were covered in blood. They were always completely filthy. They could never be cleaned, nor would he bother to clean them if he cared. Now, it was just blood.
It wasn't stinking or putrid, though. it smelled of iron. He rubbed his fingers together. It was almost oily. It was darker than he'd expected. he... | 3 | 0 | 6 | 19,406 |
[WP] you lose your son after months of survival, the only other person with you, to zombies | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 6 | 19,407 |
[WP] you lose your son after months of survival, the only other person with you, to zombies | He was gone. I lost him two weeks ago. And yet, I continue. Why? What is the purpose to my life now? I merely exist. I merely survive. I wander from house to house in this lonely town, cracking open cans and sleeping on dilapidated mattresses. This area is clear of the dead. Two weeks ago. Two weeks until we would have... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 19,408 |
[WP] you lose your son after months of survival, the only other person with you, to zombies | He's gone. No, it can't be. He can't be he was just a baby boy. He's not, I'm dreaming, I'll wake up and this will all have been a dream. I scrunch my eyes in an attempt to wake my self up from this mind bending nightmare. I open my eyes and they are blurry because I was shutting them so tightly. I quickly glance aroun... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 19,409 |
[IP] The Good Man | Once upon a time, in a far away land, in a lone tower on a lonely hill, there lived a Princess. She was, of course, beautiful.
She had many suitors who traveled from far and wide to seek her hand, Princes and Kings, Sultans and Emperors. But the Princess would have none of them.
"I will have a good man or none at a... | 7 | 0 | 13 | 19,410 |
[IP] The Good Man | "Mommy, who is that?" my son asked. He pointed, over towards the crest of a nearby hill. Dusk neared, and only a silhouette could be seen guarding over the hill. But I knew who it was.
"They call him the Good Man," I explained to my son.
"That's his name? Why doesn't he have a real name, like mine? 'Tommy.' Tommy's a... | 4 | 0 | 13 | 19,411 |
[IP] The Good Man | 50 miles out and you'll begin to see the houses turn into farmland. 23 more miles and, on your left-hand side, there'll be an unpaved route that turns out towards a valley. 4,352 feet on that path, and you will see The Good Man.
There was a village in that valley before the War, a comfortable covey of wooden houses cl... | 2 | 0 | 13 | 19,412 |
[EU] Write an alternate version of Harry Potter in which he succumbs to Voldemort and they work together. | Not sure if this is against the rules but, have you ever checked out fanfiction.net or Archive of our own? They have thousands of this type of story. Granted, most of em are shit, but there are some good ones in there. I'll reply back here with some links if I remember a few good ones. | 2 | 0 | 10 | 19,413 |
[EU] Write an alternate version of Harry Potter in which he succumbs to Voldemort and they work together. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 10 | 19,414 |
[WP] A world in which doing an activity more makes you worse at it. Practice does not make perfect, instead, the exact opposite. | ‘Target in sight. Kitchen.’
The man kneeling in the garden shifted to his other knee. ‘Any others?’
‘The usual.’
Three, then. The man readied his gun. ‘Go when ready.’
‘Ready.’
An arc of light crashed through a window of the house. The kitchen. The man was already moving, sprinting, gun shivering in his grip.
Th... | 13 | 0 | 22 | 19,415 |
[WP] A world in which doing an activity more makes you worse at it. Practice does not make perfect, instead, the exact opposite. | They were overworking him.
Already he slipped up twice today and appointments still keep piling on his plate.
Slightly nibbling on the butt of his cigarette as he drew in the last breath, Samuel spent up the remaining minute of his break.
"You got to be kidding me, I can't do this, I'm as worn out as a rusty blad... | 5 | 0 | 22 | 19,416 |
[WP] A world in which doing an activity more makes you worse at it. Practice does not make perfect, instead, the exact opposite. | The sharp edge of the knife reacted to the slightest movement as if it was an extension of my own arm, smoothly see-sawing back and forth, back and forth until the once complete carrot became chopped. The pan sizzled as I tossed assorted vegetables in the steaming oil. The cut carrots, onions, garlic, and celery dance... | 3 | 0 | 22 | 19,417 |
[WP] A world in which doing an activity more makes you worse at it. Practice does not make perfect, instead, the exact opposite. | Breathing, heartbeat, these were involuntary. So was the opening of her eyes each morning. The television was already on, automatic to her waking. A PSA offered unique ways of getting out of bed, so her movements were smooth and unerring. Once on her feet, she had to think as little about walking as possible and it wou... | 5 | 0 | 22 | 19,418 |
[WP] A world in which doing an activity more makes you worse at it. Practice does not make perfect, instead, the exact opposite. | I have been floating for a long long time.
Maybe someday they will let me out.
Who is they?
I don't know.
Who am I?
I don't know.
Dark. So dark.
No sound.
No taste.
Taste?
Mouth.
Tounge?
Taste.
No, breath!
In.
Out.
In.
O-
___________________
Dr. Sorosin,
It is just as we feared. Th... | 2 | 0 | 22 | 19,419 |
[PM] Lets get that creative juice flowing! | Hmm... I'm sure you can do Star Trek... The Federation has fallen. What happened to bring down the 200+ year old conglomeration? | 1 | 0 | 8 | 19,420 |
[PM] Lets get that creative juice flowing! | The colonization of new solar systems has led to the devaluation of all commodities and currencies due to the fact that all resources are now abundant. Write about what happens, from the point of view of a previously very rich person. What is the new world order? | 1 | 0 | 8 | 19,421 |
[PM] Lets get that creative juice flowing! | You're a space pirate at a smugglers bar when a fight breaks out... GO! | 1 | 0 | 8 | 19,422 |
[PM] Lets get that creative juice flowing! | We discover life on Mars- life not from our solar system | 1 | 0 | 8 | 19,423 |
[PM] Lets get that creative juice flowing! | What could be so bad that the world agrees that, overall, it would probably be best if we got rid of the Internet? | 1 | 0 | 8 | 19,424 |
[PM] Lets get that creative juice flowing! | A sturdy teenaged man at arms with a parrot is fighting to shroud something. Tell me a story that involves the technology at the intersection of stillness and ancient things. | 1 | 0 | 8 | 19,425 |
[PM] Lets get that creative juice flowing! | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 8 | 19,426 |
[WP] It's your last hour of work in a busy tourist attraction. You're pretty sure you came face to face with at least one serial killer today. Although the killer decided to leave you alone, they're going to kill someone else you also saw today. Tell me why. | Although many others say that my job is tedious, i rather enjoy it. Interacting with people has always been a pleasure of mine. Also this is a no stress job. All i have to do is smile," look pretty", and ask how many tickets they want. I love watching them come and go; sometimes they leave awed, amazed, pleased, and so... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 19,427 |
[WP] It's your last hour of work in a busy tourist attraction. You're pretty sure you came face to face with at least one serial killer today. Although the killer decided to leave you alone, they're going to kill someone else you also saw today. Tell me why. | They had posted his face everywhere, a copy of his license photo, his plain face incongruous with the list of crimes next to it. There was no insane gleam in his eye; there were no cruel, crazy smirks. And that was really the problem.
People became scared, then terrified. Everyone looked over their shoulder. They stop... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 19,428 |
A lone man hiking through the mountains finds a strange artifact that grants him the power of a god. |
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A lone man hiking through the mountains finds a strange artifact that grants him the power of a god. | I love going outdoors, espically hiking up mountains. Usually because inside my house, my family were at each other's throats. I was always the victim of it all, being put to blame just because i'm the oldest son.
That all changed, and let me tell you how.
It was just a normal hike in a summer day. Five miles East ... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 19,430 |
A lone man hiking through the mountains finds a strange artifact that grants him the power of a god. | Picking it up had been his first mistake.
His second mistake had been googling the damn thing.
He hadn't even made it back to the hostel before they'd grabbed him. Not speaking the language very well meant a lot of their chatter went over his head, but he was pretty sure he caught the word "prophecy" somewhere along... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 19,431 |
A lone man hiking through the mountains finds a strange artifact that grants him the power of a god. | The deep ache that comes with long hikes up to his well sheltered lake was a reward all of its own. There was no greater feeling than knowing that it was his own force of will and effort that allowed him to make the trek. It was a miracle that he could make the walk even after his accident, hell it was a miracle he cou... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 19,432 |
[EU] Michael Weston (Burn Notice) is hired to track down Dexter Morgan. *Potential Dexter Season 7 and beyond spoilers inside* | Being a spy means knowing how to pick your battles. A simple assignment can just as easily turn into a suicide mission in a moment's notice. It also means knowing how to pick your friends. When your line of work frequently involves filling body bags, it never hurts to have a friend on the inside. Unfortunately, that al... | 2 | 0 | 2 | 19,433 |
An alcoholic writes his (or her) suicide note. [WP] | Joe pulled the cork out of his daily bottle of merlot. He set it down on the hardwood floor, at his feet, and leaned back into the recliner, taking a hearty swig of the cheap, gas station wine. Next to him was a broken pencil, crumpled paper, and his prescription of Vicodin. The paper had tear stains on the bottom as t... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 19,434 |
An alcoholic writes his (or her) suicide note. [WP] | The amount of time between my footsteps was longer than usual. I didn't feel as if I was moving any slower, but I must have been. My eyes followed along the cracks separating the planks of mahogany that I had defeated the previous summer. I could feel the beginnings of a smile as I remembered the feeling of pushing tha... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 19,435 |
An alcoholic writes his (or her) suicide note. [WP] | A chip of mint colored paint slipped under her nail when she pushed the window closed. She paused to look at it and wondered whether to remove it. Fuck it, she thought. She wouldn’t have if it was any other day, so why now? The air in the bathroom was staler now, or maybe just more still, and she looked in the mirror o... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 19,436 |
An alcoholic writes his (or her) suicide note. [WP] | The man struck a match in his dark, grimy apartment. As he took a drag on his Turkish royal he finalized the placement of his ribbons. The Army service ribbon stood out to him, the irony of it’s rainbow colors was not lost upon him. It had been twenty years since he was first able to rack its bright colors upon his che... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 19,437 |
An alcoholic writes his (or her) suicide note. [WP] | Friendly neighborhood links to /r/depression and /r/SuicideWatch. Should they be necessary, don't hesitate to visit. | 2 | 0 | 5 | 19,438 |
An alcoholic writes his (or her) suicide note. [WP] | Dear America,
I devoted my life to public service, gave everything I had fighting for the common folk, because they needed someone to fight for them. Since the age of 8 I've worked at least 80 hours every single week. My hair went grey at 32. It disappeared at 36.
Yet I carried on, serving two terms as your Presid... | 5 | 0 | 5 | 19,439 |
An alcoholic writes his (or her) suicide note. [WP] | To everyone,
We can say I was never right after Mom died, that he death was the start of mine. The weekend drinking gatherings turned into all week drinking binges. I'm sorry for it all, but that's not why this letter is here. It's to remind you all that despite doing nothing to help me, I still love you all. I was th... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 19,440 |
[WP] Fun has become automated. | I stare at the screen and sigh. This life has become so boring. I don't even care anymore. Its not like there is anything good to do an-
WHOO! THIS IS AWESOME! A-W-E-S-O-M-E! I LOVE THIS! GOOD LIFE
WHATCANIDONOW?THEREHASTOBESOMETHINGNFUN. FUNFUNFUN?
OOH! A RUN A RUN WILL BE FUN.
MAYBE A GUN? GUNS ARE FUN
AND SO ARE PUN... | 1 | 0 | 2 | 19,441 |
[WP] Two people are driving to an intersection where they will meet. Both are contemplating suicide. | Jared is heading north on Melange Avenue in the dark blue BMW his father gave him a year ago for his 16th birthday.
*I told him I wanted the black one*
He's on his way to visit the love of his life, his ex-girlfriend.
*Why won't she return any of my texts? Doesn't she know we're meant to be together?*
Jare... | 3 | 0 | 2 | 19,442 |
[WP] Two people are driving to an intersection where they will meet. Both are contemplating suicide. | He hunched to see through the spattered windshield, his eyes fixed forward by the rhythmic pulse of the blades counting steadily towards the end. An ape with a steering wheel, white-knuckling a treacherous path between terrified motorists. He flew past cars, only the bottle of Jack taking notice of the glares from fa... | 5 | 0 | 2 | 19,443 |
[WP] "You've been selected for this experiment- to fail." | “You’ve been selected for this experiment – to fail.”
Hollow words that were just another sequence in this dance for an answer. I gripped the gun tighter. Cold; the barrel pressed to the side of my head. A low growl followed, emitted from my lips.
“If that’s so-“My finger twitched on the trigger, ready to squeeze... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 19,444 |
[WP] "You've been selected for this experiment- to fail." | Metal, bent and broken. Shattered glass and acrid smoke. Blaring klaxons and flashing lights. Flesh, misshapen in vile unlife, barely recognizable in quivering death. The detritus of an insane mind.
And a man, standing amidst the devastation, bruised but unbroken, battered but victorious. The destruction around him is... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 19,445 |
[MP] If You Ain't Been in Love for a While (Gaslight Anthem "Mae", kinetic typography) | I absolutely love this band. Grew up with them, and "Mae" is amongst my top 10 songs. Glad to see the love! | 1 | 0 | 2 | 19,446 |
[WP] You are an imaginary friend of a serial killer. The person is contemplating another murder, and much to your disbelief, the next victim is you. | John wasn't society's predetermined "type" - he didn't fit the profile of your typical serial killer. Sociable, at least somewhat charismatic and charming…I know quite a bit about the man, and I must say there was no reason to be suspicious of him. It may even be argued that John was an empathetic man, at least as much... | 14 | 0 | 28 | 19,447 |
[WP] You are an imaginary friend of a serial killer. The person is contemplating another murder, and much to your disbelief, the next victim is you. | I couldn't reach out to him. He wouldn't let me.
He made breakfast and sat in front of the TV like a normal person. But I could feel it. A tension. It simmered now but I knew it would boil over. The incoherent scribblings on the walls and late night muttering confirmed that.
I had felt this before. I had felt it when... | 3 | 0 | 28 | 19,448 |
[WP] You are an imaginary friend of a serial killer. The person is contemplating another murder, and much to your disbelief, the next victim is you. | It’s a tragic inevitability of life that the people you trust will fail you. Not that I believe much in tragedy, or comedy, or any of the other bullshit people try to tell you about the greater meaning of life. Life is life, and then it isn’t anymore. The most important thing is to hold on to your own existence as long... | 2 | 0 | 28 | 19,449 |
[CW] Write a non-SF story that doesn't involve God, Death, Suicide, Zombies, or Time Travel | Just have to say, thank you, someone has noticed. | 18 | 0 | 23 | 19,450 |
[CW] Write a non-SF story that doesn't involve God, Death, Suicide, Zombies, or Time Travel | “Grandpa is going to kill us,” Arthur said. “He specifically—*specifically* told us not to—”
“Stop your whining,” his sister chided. With a firm grip on her older brother’s wrist and a steely determination in her eye, Amber tugged him up the cliff face like a lioness would her cub.
“It’s cold,” he moped.
“It’s not c... | 15 | 0 | 23 | 19,451 |
[CW] Write a non-SF story that doesn't involve God, Death, Suicide, Zombies, or Time Travel | In the winter, it is cold. You remember it when you must leave and when you are coming home. There's this little booth at my bus stop, but someone smashed one of the glass walls. Now, there's nothing to hide behind when the wind picks up.
In the winter, it is warm. I was waiting at the bus stop for the snow to fall. ... | 2 | 0 | 23 | 19,452 |
[CW] Write a non-SF story that doesn't involve God, Death, Suicide, Zombies, or Time Travel | "Oh, thank goodness," the stranger announced as he slammed the door shut behind him. "I didn't think there was anybody left after..."
"No," Matthias declared as he clacked away at his laptop.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said 'no,'" Matthias reiterated, his eyes never looking away from the screen. "Whatever it is you wer... | 8 | 0 | 23 | 19,453 |
[CW] Write a non-SF story that doesn't involve God, Death, Suicide, Zombies, or Time Travel | "Come on!" June said as she raced down the path. "You're so slow, Luke." Luke chased after his sister on his short, 8 year old legs, but couldn't keep up with June's longer strides.
"Slow down, June! I'll tell Mom!" June let out an exaggerated sigh, but slowed her pace. Their dog, Cooper, did not slow down his... | 2 | 0 | 23 | 19,454 |
[CW] Write a non-SF story that doesn't involve God, Death, Suicide, Zombies, or Time Travel | Alexis was positioned behind a fallen classroom table. She could feel the pieces of stale gum against her back, but she was too exhausted to care. Her auburn hair had blood as a new set of highlights. She checked around for her backpack, her gym kit would be in there. Certainly make for an easier get away. She heard gu... | 1 | 0 | 23 | 19,455 |
[CW] Write a non-SF story that doesn't involve God, Death, Suicide, Zombies, or Time Travel | I qualified in dead last... again. I was *so* close to starting up in the top 10, but I just *had* to lose control of my car on the last turn. I guess this means that I'm taking my backup car into this race instead.
Here we go, 42 other cars in front of me, engines roaring as that flashy little Pontiac gets out of our... | 1 | 0 | 23 | 19,456 |
[CW] Write a non-SF story that doesn't involve God, Death, Suicide, Zombies, or Time Travel | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 23 | 19,457 |
[CW] Write a non-SF story that doesn't involve God, Death, Suicide, Zombies, or Time Travel | "Let's make it special."
Veronique said that to me on the last morning I saw her. I remember watching November from the kitchen window. We never did got around to buying drapes for them. She wanted green, I didn't care. She wanted me to care.
"Yeah, sure."
I was only half listening. We had underfloor heating and so... | 2 | 0 | 23 | 19,458 |
You get into a fight on the street because a man rear-ended your car and you both hop out aggressively to dispute. It turns out he's an asshole comedian. How does the interaction go? |
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[WP] A day in the life of a Sociopath. | *Please bear in mind that these are my first attempts. So please have mercy on me and any help, advice or feedback is welcomed and encouraged.*
Arterial blood splashes up the sleeve of your suit. As you choke the rest of the life out of your victim.
A kind of sick paint on the expensive fabric of your Italian masterp... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 19,462 |
[WP] A day in the life of a Sociopath. | EDIT: here's what I got, sorry for taking so long.
How foolish, he thought to himself as he opened the door to four or five college aged boys playing a video game, jeering, cheering, screaming all together. Nothing more than a bunch of noise makers. He went through the room and gathered his belongings. He wanted noth... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 19,463 |
[WP] A day in the life of a Sociopath. | The bar is noisy. I hate it when it’s noisy. But that’s what I get for coming in Saturday night, for my routine glass of water. It’s the only sure fire way I figured out, to get cheap water and food. I’m not too well-fed, with a diet of shoddily made burgers, and greasy chips. I make the little money that I spend on th... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 19,464 |
[WP] A day in the life of a Sociopath. | This is part of a larger story I wrote for my creative writing class last year. I'm not going to post all of it, so let me know if something lacks context. Also, I'm not too well versed on the difference between sociopaths and psychopaths, so it might not be exactly what you're looking for.
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[WP] A day in the life of a Sociopath. | >I know this can be a touchy subject, apologies if I give a wrong impression.
Today is a nice day. The sun shines, the heat floating onto my skin, clear skies ahead. Yes, today's a nice day.
I begin my stroll through the park.
Trees. Grass. Dirt. That's what I love about the park - I can understand it. It's simpl... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 19,466 |
[WP] The first crime and/or trial involving time travel | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 8 | 19,467 |
[WP] The first crime and/or trial involving time travel | "Hey!"
I stopped mid-step and looked across the street. A bum wearing a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers beckoned me.
"Crazy hobos." I muttered under my breath, and kept walking. Soon I heard the slapping sound of comfy feet behind me. I sighed and turned.
"Listen, old man, I don't have any money." The bum was bent over... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 19,468 |
[WP] The first crime and/or trial involving time travel | (Nate Daniels)"Breaking news: For the first time in recorded history, someone has traveled through time, apparently with revenge in mind. Here's Patricia Satow with the story."
(Patricia Satow)"Thanks Nate. Now, the middle-aged man has been identified as Marcus Finnigan, a current student at Westdale High School. He w... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 19,469 |
[WP] Two close friends, 5 bucks, a whole weekend in a suburbs outside Chicago. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 5 | 19,470 |
[WP] Your family has been secretly caring for a dragon egg for countless generations. You just discover this the day it hatches. | Rhoda blows her hair up out of her eyes with a loud noise, glasses sitting high on her nose, as she reaches out and prods the large rock on her desk. It was a family heirloom and she was supposed to keep it and pass it on to her child. If she had any that was. It was enough for her that she was working hard in an offic... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 19,471 |
[WP] Your family has been secretly caring for a dragon egg for countless generations. You just discover this the day it hatches. | Roberta.
That's her name. Fucking Roberta. What kind of a name is that for a dragon? Actually, how on earth does one keep a dragon egg a secret for so long?! My family must be the fucking CIA or something. Because i've played in this old,creaky house for a long time now. Been discovering—and creating—new passageways f... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 19,472 |
[WP] A devout Christian goes to heaven and meets a Satanist there. | Chris: *It's- I'm here. Heaven. I'm really here. YES!!!! IT'S ALL HERE!!! I KNEW IT!!! I MADE IT TO HEAVEN!!!*
Stan: **Yeah man, welcome to heaven. I'm Stan, what's your name?**
Chris: *Oh hello, Stan! My name is Chris and I'm just so overjoyed to be here in the kingdom of God!*
Stan: **It's a great, big pl... | 3 | 0 | 3 | 19,473 |
[WP] "Why the hell aren't you in the basement!?" | "I'm sorry, brother." I whispered. My eyes focused on the face past the bead of the Luger in my hand. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but he focused on me with intensity.
"You would choose that filthy pig over me?!" he spat out, cradling an injured arm. His hair was a mess, his forehead shining with sweat. He spat agai... | 4 | 0 | 3 | 19,474 |
[WP] "Why the hell aren't you in the basement!?" | "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Jeremy didn't seem to be able to utter anything other than those two words. The crass word choice wasn't helping him get out of the situation he was in, but it sure made him feel better. The walkie-talkie he was carrying buzzed to life again; however, it was still barely audible against th... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 19,475 |
[WP] "Why the hell aren't you in the basement!?" | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 19,476 |
[WP] "Why the hell aren't you in the basement!?" | "Why the hell aren't you in the basement!?",screamed Toby,"We don't have much time left,dammit!".He was standing in the kitchen entrance all sweaty and gasping for breath."I'm looking for something." Lisa uttered while frantically tearing open drawers and cupboards, ransacking their contents and thereby scattering thin... | 1 | 0 | 3 | 19,477 |
[MP] Nightmare -- Artie Shaw & His Orchestra (1938) | Two hours earlier, the club had been bright and energetic, even with the slow turnout. Electric Cathedral, my late brother's dream child, was doing less and less business every night, and acquiring more and more debt. I assumed that's why Evelyn had asked me to stay late--to discuss a business plan, to breathe new life... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 19,478 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | A stegosaurus showed up at the mall today.
Everyone but Chrissy panicked.
"Daddy, can I keep him?"
I spoil that girl. | 20 | 0 | 11 | 19,479 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | All morning I waited at the repair shop. But they couldn't fix my dog.
Living in the future, my ass. | 6 | 0 | 11 | 19,480 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | As time ended, the horizon turned black. The empire of the universe has ended.
After all, "No king rules forever." | 6 | 0 | 11 | 19,481 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | We all thought hiding in the abandoned mall at night would be some grand adventure.
Then the endless marching started. | 2 | 0 | 11 | 19,482 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | Emerging from my shell, scuffling up the sandbank, I made the life dash. Dodging predators to the sea.
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[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | John had to write a sotry with just twenty words.
His mind is clouded and fuzzy, a total blank.
Pequins. | 2 | 0 | 11 | 19,484 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | She made oysters for lunch every Sunday for her family. On the last Sunday, she found a pearl. | 4 | 0 | 11 | 19,485 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 11 | 19,486 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | He walked to the sunset and looked back to the past and saw nothing but regret.
(My first story here don't judge me) | 7 | 0 | 11 | 19,487 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | True to his word, hell was paradise. Too bad the girls, booze and cars got old after a couple millennia. | 2 | 0 | 11 | 19,488 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | Her teeth grinding, she jumped into his face leaving marks of her claws across it. Now the cat lies dead.
( starting to develop my noob skills :D ) | 2 | 0 | 11 | 19,489 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | "What I said last night was stupid, mis-timed, and I was probably drunk. Can we forget that it ever happened?" | 3 | 0 | 11 | 19,490 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | Lying on his back, he gazed above. As the clouds covered the moon, he waited for the blanket of snow. | 2 | 0 | 11 | 19,491 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | My father died as he lived: On fire hurtling through space. | 6 | 0 | 11 | 19,492 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | "Passport, now!"
His wealthy father-in-law deposed, Jared was stuck with his shrill wife. Divorce forbidden, the firing squad will do. | 2 | 0 | 11 | 19,493 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | "Oh hell," muttered the Zookeeper, eyeing the lock.
The monkeys laughed.
It'd be days before they found the body. | 3 | 0 | 11 | 19,494 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | I freaked, everyone did. In the panic it grabbed my arm, bit in. Fear turned to craving. One thought: "Meat." | 3 | 0 | 11 | 19,495 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | The car splashed into the water below.
Jared clapped his hands clean.
The body was gone. The cat too. Perfect. | 6 | 0 | 11 | 19,496 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | Her suicide attempt was arrested by his eyes, and the compulsion to know who he was. She never tried again. | 2 | 0 | 11 | 19,497 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | They locked eyes, she’s the one. He could see their future together, perfect. The words won’t come out. She’s gone. | 3 | 0 | 11 | 19,498 |
[WP]Write a short story within 20 words. | She smiled at him through her veil. He grinned from ear to ear, holding back tears.
"I do."
"I do." | 2 | 0 | 11 | 19,499 |
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