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[WP] A conversation between strangers at a bus stop. | "Are you a hoodlum?"
"Excuse me?"
"Are you a hoodlum? My mom says that people with weird-colored hair and black clothes are hoodlums."
"Yeah? Well you better stay away from me then, huh."
"Nope, I never do what my mom says."
"Oh yeah? And why's that?"
"So she'll stop drinking that weird stuff and notice me more. ... | 2 | 0 | 20 | 23,600 |
[WP] A conversation between strangers at a bus stop. | "It's always raining when I have to take the bus." Peter said to no one in particular. He hugged his coat close about him and raised his collar against the misting rain blowing in to the shed where he waited.
"Could be worse." Sasha mumbled, stamping her feet to keep the blood circulating.
"I don't see how." He repli... | 3 | 0 | 20 | 23,601 |
A 40 year old Scottish amateur comedian with an alcohol problem is on stage performing a two minute gig in his local bar. Things quickly deteriorate. |
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[WP] Last thoughts of a man before uploading his consciousness to a computer . | "What the fuck was that password again? Why had they made it so difficult...uppercase, lowercase, numbers, special characters..." | 1 | 0 | 3 | 23,603 |
[WP] Last thoughts of a man before uploading his consciousness to a computer . | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 23,604 |
[WP] Last thoughts of a man before uploading his consciousness to a computer . | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 23,605 |
[EU] Someone realizes that all people talk about is Pokemon and they slowly get driven insane | "Good morning, Mr. Rojo. How are you doing today."
Cole stared off into the distance, with empty eyes. He hadn't moved under his own power since he was admitted to the hospital. He spent the days sitting in his wheelchair, talking to himself.
"Here is your medication and some water, Mr. Rojo. Would you like some ... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 23,606 |
[EU] Someone realizes that all people talk about is Pokemon and they slowly get driven insane | Just fyi, there's this if you haven't seen it: [http://www.dorkly.com/comic/52546/be-careful-what-you-wish-for](http://www.dorkly.com/comic/52546/be-careful-what-you-wish-for)
I got caught up in the TPP phenomenon which is where I'm guessing you came up with the prompt idea, and I want to contribute to this really bad... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 23,607 |
[WP] A psychopath kidnaps and traps psychiatrists in order to talk about his problems with them. If they can't help him, he eats them. | Ding!
Robert Sully was day dreaming, the sound of the oven timer he set 50 minutes prior shook him like an explosion. He shook his head back and forth a few times to get rid of razor sharp pain in his brain. He flipped the oven to off and grabbed two oven mitts with badly drawn turkeys on them. Upon opening the door h... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,608 |
[WP] A psychopath kidnaps and traps psychiatrists in order to talk about his problems with them. If they can't help him, he eats them. | "I just don't know doc. I mean my mother showed me nothing but love and compassion when I was a child. Sure my father left when I was young but it was before I could even remember so I didn't even know him. He was like a myth, a legend. Someone who was talked about from time to time but whom I never got to see and feel... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,609 |
A previously unknown landmass is discovered in the middle of the Pacific ocean. You are part of the team that is sent to explore it. |
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A previously unknown landmass is discovered in the middle of the Pacific ocean. You are part of the team that is sent to explore it. | The people we found there were savages. Covered in moss for clothing, foraging and killing small animals for food, and sleeping on the ground. It would be easy to mistake those men for hairless apes. God knows how they got there.
I'd been looking for a way of biochemically enhancing the brain, making us smarter, unloc... | 3 | 0 | 7 | 23,611 |
[CC] Could anyone give me some ideas on how to improve and finish off this story? | First off, got a little confused by the lack of description surrounding *who* grabbed the first narrator.
Second, is Rachel a second narrator or the first?
As for how to finish the story: What happens next? Reveal details about the folks who captured the first narrator. Are they cannibals in a post apocalyptic world?... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 23,612 |
[CC] Could anyone give me some ideas on how to improve and finish off this story? | >I turned away from the broken down truck.
Opening line includes character and conflict and it places us in the narrative present. Bravo!
It would be nice if you expanded on "broken down". If we knew exactly what was wrong with the truck, we'd be more inclined to believe that it's real. That we're looking into an... | 6 | 0 | 7 | 23,613 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | You sit in a room just staring at the wall. A deafening silence roars around you but you still sit there. You've tried contacting others but you can reach no one.
You've started talking to yourself in an effort to quell that uneasy feeling in your chest. You may even pace the floor but it still doesn't take away from... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 23,614 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | **Slight suicide warning** (its really just mentioned, but I don't mean anyone offense).
I watch as the halls fill with students filing out of classrooms. I grab my bag and walk back to my English class to hand in my work before I go to lunch. I see all the kids I had known since kindergarten go past me in their pa... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 23,615 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | A cabinet full of glasses.
_One in the sink._
A tableful of chairs.
_One not dirty_
Laughter, clear and loud.
_It's the TV._
A stack of envelopes.
_Last year's election._
A forgotten toothbrush.
_New one's better anyway_
You try so hard.
_But why bother?_
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[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | There's nobody here. I'm sitting in the mall watching people laugh and seeing friends tease each other, yet around me is nothing. No one talks to me. No one looks at me. I'm not wanted by anybody, including me. That's where I am. And there's nobody here. | 3 | 0 | 8 | 23,617 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | A wood thrush wakes me up every morning around 8:00 AM, like clockwork. Most days I sit up in bed, and watch him for an hour or two. Such a silly little creature, building a nest, and dreaming that it would one day be full.
Every day this process continued. My friend wakes me up, and we both get to work. Until one mor... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 23,618 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | Blasting music, colorful lights, a crowd mingling and dancing, having the night of their life. I just sit here next to the wall, watching them dance and thinking I'm content in doing so. I came without knowing how to dance or how to talk. I just watch, hoping someone might sit next to me and start talking. The hours pa... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 23,619 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her. I'm
Right over here, why can't you see me?
I'm giving it my all - but I'm not the girl you're taking home.
I keep dancing on my own.
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[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | I was the odd one out growing up, ostracized to the point where I felt being ignored was a normality; I was not good enough for other people. That's why they ignored me, spit in my direction, and shot glares across play grounds as though they were 50 caliber bullets attempting to pierce my frail, childlike body. Perhap... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 23,621 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | "Excuse me, do you have any other cutlery sets for sale? This one is too expensive and accommodates four, I only need enough for one." | 3 | 0 | 8 | 23,622 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 8 | 23,623 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | A room full of people, but there's only one person in my head and my heart. Both are spaces that used to be shared, but there's a gaping vacancy in each. It's like half of my soul has been completely vaporized, leaving a gaping black hole in my chest that consumes part of the joy I feel, whenever I actually get aroun... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 23,624 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | The amber liquid swirled in the base of the brown bottle as Mark stared into its foam. He could see Margaret’s picture through the tinted glass, eternally smiling in her rose garden from the framed photo on the mantel, right next to the blue-and-silver urn she had painstakingly picked in the months before her death. Ma... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 23,625 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | The room moulds itself like cookie dough to the light outside. When the grim pink of dawn perches upon the eastern window, it resembles an old hut with nary any finesse except the cold blue glow of the laptop. Noon time paleness is disentangled by the curtains as the bed and the chair and the sofa come to view, but the... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 23,626 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | At some point in your life this will happen to you. I do not know when and I don't know where, but it will.
You want to speak but can't. You don't remember how. You look at the other person. The clerk, the waitress or the shopkeeper, and they will talk to you in soft but alien voices. You will hear but not understan... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 23,627 |
[WP] Paint a picture of loneliness, without using the word, or any of its forms. | People are talking, their words muffled by walls that used to be adorned with paintings and family portraits.
It's not quite clear what exactly they are saying but it sounds joyous.
Dinner discussion perhaps?
A quick glance around the now empty room that you once enjoyed your own discussions brings forth a realiz... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 23,628 |
[WP] A man is aboard a vessel that will sustain him for the rest of his natural life, on a one-way flight towards the precipice of the universe. | Alone.
The entirety of human existence resides on my ship.
Our genetic makeup. Our history. Our past, present, and future all teetering on the precipice of annihilation. My ship, partly propelled by its engines and partly by the blast, was fired out into nothingness with the hope of continuing our lineage.
It had... | 6 | 0 | 9 | 23,629 |
[WP] A man is aboard a vessel that will sustain him for the rest of his natural life, on a one-way flight towards the precipice of the universe. | Just over two minutes ago, I was on Earth. Gravity was no longer an issue for a brief moment before the shuttle activated artificial gravity. For a brief moment, my feet moved. I couldn't stop the few tears as I saw my feet move once again. I looked up at a mirror and watched Earth grow smaller and smaller. As I look u... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 23,630 |
[WP] A man is aboard a vessel that will sustain him for the rest of his natural life, on a one-way flight towards the precipice of the universe. | As I looked at my theoretically impossible rear-view mirror, I watched the planet I’d known for all my life fly away. I thought of all my experiences that brought me to this moment. I thought of Susy, my first crush. Oh how we used to play together in my small backyard, chasing each other until one of us ran out of br... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 23,631 |
[WP] Write me a short love story using the nicest-sounding words in the English language. | Her eyes had a certain depth to them. One could spend a plethora of years gazing into them, and never experience their velvety, serene phosphorescence. At this moment, I had a glorious epiphany. I must take her to the heights of Elysium, for she deserves the sweet, languorous lifestyle of a goddess.
Alas, this solilo... | 11 | 0 | 10 | 23,632 |
[WP] Everyone's got that one story they've always meant to write. Write a key scene from yours, but from the antagonist's point of view. | It was him, I could feel him coming towards me. Finally, we would meet. The man who stole my sister from me would finally pay. I would be able to bring her home, and we would be a family again. And finally, I would be able to rest. I've been chasing after her for so long...
My sister wasn't with him. Perfect, he had p... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 23,633 |
[WP] Everyone's got that one story they've always meant to write. Write a key scene from yours, but from the antagonist's point of view. | I remember when I was very young– I couldn't have been older than 6– my father and grandfather took me duck hunting in Skagit county during the winter.
That was one of my first encounters with taking the life of another.
I remember how the snow fell down softly around us. The cattails and grass in the marshlands were... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 23,634 |
[WP] Everyone's got that one story they've always meant to write. Write a key scene from yours, but from the antagonist's point of view. | The command tent was bristling with activity.
Officers lean over chart strewn tables while adjutants bustle to and fro with ledgers and messages. Dispatch riders hover around the tent's entrance, awaiting the order ride to the waiting regiments. They part as a young man walks into the tent, striding with a purpose an... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 23,635 |
[WP] Everyone's got that one story they've always meant to write. Write a key scene from yours, but from the antagonist's point of view. | Please do not read if you are touchy with suicide. Thank you.
*February 1^st 2014*: My boyfriend is one of a kind, and I love him for that. He's sweet, caring and very protective. And when I mean protective, I mean over protective. He has a sleeping problem, he forces himself not to sleep. He's worried his dreams will... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 23,636 |
A world where you can speed up your thinking/studying at the cost of shortening your life by changing your perception of time. |
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[IP] A Journey Begins With The First Step | The young prince had never known life beyond the castle walls. When he was forced to flee the castle with the knight, he did not know what he had expected. He was sure that he had not expected such lush greens and vibrant hues of orange adorning the landscape before him.
"My lord," The knight spoke to the young princ... | 3 | 0 | 7 | 23,638 |
[IP] A Journey Begins With The First Step | A journey begins with a single step, and ends with a ninth... It was a short walk to the fridge. | 6 | 0 | 7 | 23,639 |
[IP] A Journey Begins With The First Step | The orange lights from the cities could still be seen through the dome, but the dark clouds were not smog.
"I hope it rains on us!" said Harmina. "Oh! How will we bathe?"
"If you fall, and get hurt, will they let me continue without you?" said Ema. "What if I break a legbone!"
They continued to say things like... | 3 | 0 | 7 | 23,640 |
[IP] A Journey Begins With The First Step | Kal looked at the monstrous space ship that lied before him. The enormous construct must have been at least a kilometer high and at least ten times that along the length. It was steel gray. It was clear it's purpose wasn't to look flashy. No. It was something more. Something that meant more than pomp and circumstance. ... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 23,641 |
[IP] A Journey Begins With The First Step | I learned to walk as a child. I learned to march as a soldier. With all that training, taking that first step was nearly impossible. It was like the captain inside my head had been drinking. My feet felt they belonged to another. My balance was off. My hands shook, but I took that first step.
I'm no knight. It was no... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 23,642 |
Was reading about war. Got inspired but I suck at writing. |
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Was reading about war. Got inspired but I suck at writing. | I'm doing this for history...sort of (its a post card) and I was really hoping for a prompt like this. This'll be my "rough copy". It's from the battle of Passhondale and from a Canadian POV.
Love,
I fight for my country and honor. Its been a long day, and I'm not sure how we won, but we did. I watched from the t... | 1 | 0 | 3 | 23,644 |
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[WP] A serum is invented that brings you closer to God when injected | It was my turn. Finally, I could imagine myself in a spiritual connection with the Creator. I sat in a small abandoned church, on the south side of the town we had created. It was tall, honoring our God so very well. I remember that my father must have built it, before he had been sacrificed to our true Father.
I had ... | 3 | 0 | 5 | 23,646 |
[WP] A serum is invented that brings you closer to God when injected | *"Hey man, you got any of that... any of that FAITH?"*
"Nah man, get the fuck out. Ain't no one in their right mind gonna sell you that shit."
*"Please. Just a little FAITH."*
"Get the fuck out."
*It's been six weeks since Big pharma released their newest test drug, F.A.I.T.H., after the first week the FDA called i... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 23,647 |
[WP] A serum is invented that brings you closer to God when injected | Their anger was no more or less real than their epiphanies. Each one of them, faces contorted into grotesque imitations of what they thought they should be feeling. Anger, red-faced and swollen. Denial, mouths hurling curses to drown out the truth silence brings. Sadness, eyes searching for something, anything to retur... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 23,648 |
[WP] A serum is invented that brings you closer to God when injected | "Are you ready, my child?" asked Brother Darryl in a low voice. His smile was warm, genuine, and fatherly. I nodded and he slipped his arm around my shoulders. "Brothers and Sisters!" he announced to the congregation, "Christine has decided, this blessed morning, to receive the true Holy Spirit into her veins!" He thre... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 23,649 |
[WP] A serum is invented that brings you closer to God when injected | His toothy smile was breaking apart and coming back together, it looked like waves crashing on a beach. It was producing sounds that represent meaning, (which must be what waves do as well, of course, waves produce sound conveys meaning based on perception... of course...). I listened to Travis, but his words were not ... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 23,650 |
[WP] A serum is invented that brings you closer to God when injected | I think I was about 25 when I first tried Soma. I had a friend who made a lot of money with some stupid fucking phone game- you know the ones, tap your screen until it breaks and YOU WIN! Addictive as hell. Now *that* guy is a drug dealer. We were all trying it at his new digs, some split-level money-box he bought with... | 3 | 0 | 5 | 23,651 |
[WP] A serum is invented that brings you closer to God when injected | I had to keep running. If I stopped, they would catch me and I couldn't let that happen. The church was after me. It wasn't just them, either. They had the whole of the population chasing me as well because I refused the serum.
Five months ago, the Catholic Church came out with a "serum" that would bring people close... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 23,652 |
[WP] Every major website on the internet becomes a different race in a fantasy world. War erupts immediately. | Tag for later. Looks fun :) | 1 | 0 | 11 | 23,653 |
[WP] Every major website on the internet becomes a different race in a fantasy world. War erupts immediately. | "FOR LORD HELIX!" the Arch-General screams, trying to rouse his men.
Who was it they were attacking today? Those poor souls in Twittenberg? The pitiful army of North Tumblia? Today, it seemed they were squaring off against the conscripted country swaggots of Liberfacia. Shame to be them today.
"Listen to meh, laddies... | 3 | 0 | 11 | 23,654 |
[WP] Every major website on the internet becomes a different race in a fantasy world. War erupts immediately. | I sat in my gunner's seat on the top of the ugly, battle scarred green tank I had been stationed in. It had been hours since we had seen action, and I was getting restless. I thought about dozing off, but remembered that poor sap who lost his head to a burrowed in sniper after he took a nap while on watch.
1st Regime... | 3 | 0 | 11 | 23,655 |
[WP] Your character is exceedingly and relentlessly optimistic;but their daily life is endlessly unlucky and tragic. | Charlie awoke as he did everyday, with a smile on his face. It took him a moment to realize that his bed was soaking wet. He looked at his open window with a sort of astonishment.
"Well, hey, at least that means I don't need to take a shower!" He said brightly, leaping from the soggy covers.
As his feet hit the gr... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 23,656 |
[WP] You're sitting in an auditorium for your high school graduation. Everyone's favorite teacher, the one that tells cool stories and great jokes is speaking. A man runs in and claims the teacher as an impostor. | This is my first time posting here.
“THAT MAN IS AN IMPOSTOR”. The color drains from Mr. Miller’s face. “What is this guy talking about, he’s crazy!” Mr Miller retorts in a shade of confusion covering fear. “That man up there, behind that podium...he’s not who you think he is!”. A buzz of conversation fills the hu... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 23,657 |
[WP] You're sitting in an auditorium for your high school graduation. Everyone's favorite teacher, the one that tells cool stories and great jokes is speaking. A man runs in and claims the teacher as an impostor. | Sitting here in my robe and hat, waiting for them to call my name, I reminisce about my days in high school. I remember my favorite teacher, and everybody's favorite teacher for that matter, Mr. Kasinky and his wacky jokes. Possibly my favorites were when he ragged on his wife's cooking. Oh the days. Speak of the devil... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 23,658 |
[WP] Write on the title "The Irony of the Iron iron." | "Hey Drew, you finish that assignment for Mr. Smith's Class?"
"Pfft, not yet. Going to do it tonight, i'm so sick of these stupid fucking prompts. It's not like they're going to do anything for me in life."
"Tell me about it. 'The Irony of The Iron iron', the fuck does that even mean?"
"Bro, I'm tellin you he's just... | 2 | 0 | 2 | 23,659 |
[WP] Bruce Wayne is abducted by aliens in his sleep. The aliens are entirely unfamiliar with humans and begin to access his memories, suspecting that he is a good representative of our species. | Wow! This human is awesome! | -3 | 0 | 6 | 23,660 |
[WP] Bruce Wayne is abducted by aliens in his sleep. The aliens are entirely unfamiliar with humans and begin to access his memories, suspecting that he is a good representative of our species. | "Five cycles in this job and we're still assigned to study some random rock, huh?" Xexul muttered. Her fins swayed back and forth in an odd rhythm, like they were halfheartedly looking for a source of amusement.
"Patience, honey." Lumin strode up to her, hauling a hovering bed of medical instruments behind him. "We'll... | 4 | 0 | 6 | 23,661 |
[WP] Bruce Wayne is abducted by aliens in his sleep. The aliens are entirely unfamiliar with humans and begin to access his memories, suspecting that he is a good representative of our species. | "Clark! Clark do you see this?"
"What, Gary? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Clark, just look at this!"
"What!? I'm busy! Don't you know the Captain wants his testicular specs by the hour?"
"Clark, this is important!"
"Fine!"
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"Wow."
"I know, right?"
"And they all know how to do that stuff?"
"Statistically, defin... | 3 | 0 | 6 | 23,662 |
[WP] You are a caterpillar. | I wake up on a quite spring day.
"I shall eat leaves" I gladly choose to say.
Beneath the leaves, I squirm, I lay.
In wet leaves, left rotten and fray'.
I am a worm, yet soon to grow.
Into a beauty, and to all ill show!
But until then, I must wait and lay low.
I must take baby steps, hundred toes after toe.
Cau... | 6 | 0 | 8 | 23,663 |
[WP] You are a caterpillar. | *Sorry, I had to deviate a bit. This is a true story.*
They all laughed at me, they all said I looked like a centipede.
"Are you a centipede?" The thirty-third person asks.
"I'm the caterpillar." I reply, for the thirty-third time.
"You should trade costumes with the centipede, you look more like a centipede." They... | 6 | 0 | 8 | 23,664 |
[WP] You are a caterpillar. | We spend the days eating and the nights curled up together, weeks and weeks of wishing and discussing what colours our wings would be.
Imagining shocking contrasts, swirls of red and blue interspersed with spring green. Our delicate flights to the perfect red flowers that are almost like a holy ground when our eyes b... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 23,665 |
[WP] You are a caterpillar. | I am a caterpillar.
I crawl. This is my lot in life. I crawl from here to there in search of...what? Food perhaps. Water. It all tastes they same, you know. They say it doesn't, but it does. The crawling never stops; everything is so far away--cosmically distant--and I must carry, nay, drag my tedious lengths from poi... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 23,666 |
[WP] You are a caterpillar. | Here's another true story...
One day I'll go to sleep, and when I wake up, I'll have wings! And I can fly away, far away from these Giant Pillar Monsters... Would I lie to you? I'm just as confused by it as you are. I don't know how it works... Sure I'll come visit you and your colony. I'll definitely come visit you s... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 23,667 |
[WP] You are a caterpillar. | Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat. This is soft. This is nice. This is tasty. Eat. Not that. That is hard. That is not tasty. That is good for climbing, not for eating. Eat. Eat. Eat.
I feel different. Something's changed.
Climb, climb, climb. Climb. More climbing. Why am I climbing? I don't know, I like it. Climb. It's nice, it's ... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 23,668 |
[WP] Write the tragic story of a clown in the holocaust, who leads children to gas chambers | Like the jerry lewis movie? | 2 | 0 | 3 | 23,669 |
[WP] An alien civilisation with a lifespan of hours | "Why haven't we discovered alien life in space!?" Asks a rather stereotypical scientist-looking type of lady. She stands tall, shoulders drawn back, huffing up air in her chest, walking stiffly up and across the stage and acting rather important.
"Surely they'd have contacted us by now yes? Or maybe they don't like to... | 7 | 0 | 3 | 23,670 |
[WP] An alien civilisation with a lifespan of hours | I watched that strange creatures, studied them all my existence.
Many of my comrades insisted that they were not intelligent, that something whose life passes like a blur could not hold on to a conscious thought, but over time I began to disagree with them more and more.
Sure curious organisms, so alien to you or I... | 5 | 0 | 3 | 23,671 |
[WP] Your imaginary friend becomes sentient. | "This is amazing" I said. "Now you're actually sentient, we can have so much fun together, screw the rest of the world"
She gave a sly smile before running off to another part of my mind.
Curious, I check in on her only to discover she was packing her bags.
"What are you doing, Sugarblossom?" I cried.
".....It'... | 8 | 0 | 10 | 23,672 |
[WP] Your imaginary friend becomes sentient. | Her nose crinkled in disgust, she gave me a once over as I tied my shoes.
"Ugh, are you wearing that? God, I don't know why I even hang out with you anymore."
It's because you don't have a choice, dumbass. Stupid "imaginary" friend. How was I supposed to know that a childhood fantasy would yield a complete asshole... | 5 | 0 | 10 | 23,673 |
[WP] Your imaginary friend becomes sentient. | Vasily's controller was trembling the fourth kill; by the eight, ever reloaded weapon and fretful over-the-cover glance was accompanied by a couple syllables of filthy invective; by kill seventeen, he was reduced to quivering silence. He performed a graceful chain of leaping dodged before the hovercraft plowed full-spe... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 23,674 |
[WP] When somebody has a thought or a dream involving you, it becomes stuck in your head like a memory. | Alan woke up and proceeded to vomit into the trashcan beside his bed. This had become a regular thing now. Upon waking, he would always have a memory of a life he never lived.
Sometimes he enjoyed these memories. This moment was no such moment, however. For the third time this week, he remembered his own horrific dea... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 23,675 |
All out fantasy war |
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[WP] The Time Of Our Lives! | I knew my life was about to get really interesting when Balboa, my Pet Rock, started talking to me. It started slow, maybe a grunt or two a day. Just enough to make me question my sanity, as I lived alone. As the weeks wore on, Balboa started saying actual words like a baby would. Soon enough, he and I were having ... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 23,678 |
{WP} A joyous wedding is interrupted by the arrival of an individual who says nothing and does nothing but brings a darkness on the occasion | No one acknowledged the man who sat on the back pew and no one dared to sit on the back pew. A strange aura seemed to swirl about the back of the church where the man sat. Still, no one noticed that he was there.
As joyous as the occasion should have been, the lights seemed dimmer than usual, the flowers were slightl... | 7 | 0 | 10 | 23,679 |
{WP} A joyous wedding is interrupted by the arrival of an individual who says nothing and does nothing but brings a darkness on the occasion | Laughter rang in the banquet hall,
Forever an evening of love and grace,
Magnificent cakes up against the wall,
Nobody saw the stranger's face
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Silent he entered, silent he stayed,
While the wedding moved at a joyous pace,
The bride and groom laughed, the visitors played,
Nobody saw the stranger's fa... | 10 | 0 | 10 | 23,680 |
{WP} A joyous wedding is interrupted by the arrival of an individual who says nothing and does nothing but brings a darkness on the occasion | "Thank you, Maria." Susan kissed her new aunt-in law on the cheek, taking the envelope from an old, withered hand. She was going to have to keep notes on all her new family members, it was impossible to tell one Maria from the next.
"Katie, you make such a beautiful bride." Aunt Maria responded with a thick Sicilian a... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 23,681 |
{WP} A joyous wedding is interrupted by the arrival of an individual who says nothing and does nothing but brings a darkness on the occasion | Rachel *would* have invited Evan to her wedding. Really. He may be her ex-boyfriend, but they parted on good terms. It's a peculiar, mixed feeling that hits her in the gut when she enters the chapel and sees him sitting in the back row.
First guilt, for not inviting him.
Next, puzzlement, since she hasn't seen him in... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 23,682 |
{WP} A joyous wedding is interrupted by the arrival of an individual who says nothing and does nothing but brings a darkness on the occasion | It was solemn. The bride glistened like fresh snow in her veil and dress. Her train spread out on the floor behind her like a tail of an albino peacock. The maids of honor stood with sparkling eyes, baited breath, and shiny lips, painted an impassioned pink. The groom, his hair dark, his eyes intense, stood opposite hi... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 23,683 |
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[WP] A Nazi soldier is ordered by an officer to execute a P.O.W... he refuses. | The Walther P-38 sits in my hand like a stone.
"Du schaffst das!" My friend yells. You can do it, he says.
My commanding officer looks at me unflinchingly. His thousand yard stare attempts to rip through my weak, defeated presence. Uniform polished to a near shine, a finely trimmed black beard with a hint of silver.... | 10 | 0 | 10 | 23,685 |
[WP] A Nazi soldier is ordered by an officer to execute a P.O.W... he refuses. | The stones of the courtyard were slick from the October rains.
The falling sleet and overcast skies lends the proceedings a dismal grey atmosphere, appropriate considering what is to occur. Seven soldiers, dressed in their feldgrau uniforms, their stahlhelms dripping with water, wait in the small enclosed space with a... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 23,686 |
[WP] A Nazi soldier is ordered by an officer to execute a P.O.W... he refuses. | The Judge looked at the defendant.
"So Corpral Rote why did you not shoot the Jew as ordered?"
"Sir, I knew the man."
"That, Corpral Rote, is irrelevant. Bolshevik Jewish terrorists must die."
"Sir, I knew the man from when he used to work for my father. He is Aryan, he has a Polish mother and a German father... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 23,687 |
[WP] A Nazi soldier is ordered by an officer to execute a P.O.W... he refuses. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 10 | 23,688 |
[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | "I'm just asking you to describe it!"
Paul did not know what to make of the fellow next to him, the fact that he was wearing the most tackiest of suits and carried a typewriter into the bar, suggested that he was not the kind to associate with.
"Describe what....... the whiskey?" Paul asked puzzled.
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[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | “It’s solace and forgetting and liquid courage and emergency warmth. It’s the solution I send myself to sleep with each evening, sliding into slumber smoothly on its honey-warm essence. It’s shocking. Sometimes abrupt to some but usually it sends smiles out, emblazons them upon ripened crescents still damp from its dew... | 2 | 0 | 14 | 23,690 |
[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | Will stared down at the liquid that coated the inside of the snifter as he gently rocked it around in the low light. The sweet perfume brought the air in his quiet office to life. It was not a candy scent, but one of depth, of nature -- of the natural sweetness that is earth.
He held the vessel to the window, where ... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,691 |
[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | Smooth, succinct. Inviting and intriguing. A build of flavors, the smell of rain, a hint of vanilla on the tongue. The sherry oak was kind to the 15 year old glass of whiskey I held in my hands.
A lamp illuminating the amber color of the aged liquor bounced through the glass, playing tricks on the eye of my lovely co... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,692 |
[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | He sat there in the bar for hours. Only moved to bring the glass from the cold, finely polished wooden counter to his chapped lips. He only drank Jack Daniel's whiskey, seemingly determined to get drunk. It was there in the colorless palette in his eyes; in the heavy, dark bags that held up his last bit of consciousnes... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,693 |
[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | The night air was chilly, despite it being July, and so the bonfire was welcome. The friends gathered around it eagerly, with bottles and stories to share. They hadn't seen each other much since graduating, and they were determined to make up for the lost time.
The beer was passed around first, and it duly raised th... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,694 |
[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | "Horse piss!"
Sean was subconsciously scrunching his nose, in the manner of a child being made to drink medicine. His friends jeered his response as he placed the barely-touched glass back on the bar top.
"C'mon, man! You didn't even drink any!"
"I did, it just tastes like shit."
"You can't say that. That's top ... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,695 |
[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | Sometimes, I'll drink water, but whiskey's my thing. The dark caramel-colored ambrosia drunk by blues singers, saloon swiggers, and those wishing to die, is the drink I choose to swig. It's smooth like the caress of a tropic breeze yet a painful burn, like rug-burned knees. Flowing water in a slow-motion pour, it'll ch... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,696 |
[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | *My ex leaving me.
*My dog dying.
*My car getting smashed
It sucks, its sad. Then life moves on and you find some thing new. It may not be better, probably won't be worse but it'll definitely be new. | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,697 |
[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | John smirked as he answered
"Like fire made water my friend." John took a little sip appearing to savour the taste.
I looked at the glass in his hand a little dubiously then at mine.
"But it's good?" I asked seeking reassurance.
"I didn't say that." He replied as he set his glass down on the wooden bar gently.
"So... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,698 |
[WP] Describe a glass of whiskey. | She snorted, raising the glass up, letting the light roll through the amber liquid, her eyes seeming to search for something.
"It's like that abusive friend you have around. He's not always an asshole, just sometimes. He's good looking, charming, and has that smell that sends a shiver down your spine. You have a drink... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 23,699 |
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