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[WP] After the British Prime Minister meets the Minister of Magic in HP6, the MI6 sends James Bond to the Wizarding World to investigate the war with Voldemort. |
If Bond could spare any focus on feeling completely ridiculous, he would have done it enthusiastically due to the attire he was forced to wear, but Bond understood the unwavering devotion to roleplaying required by his profession, even when in such unprecedented circumstances. He had learned how to camouflage into... | 4 | 0 | 136 | 24,900 |
[WP] After the British Prime Minister meets the Minister of Magic in HP6, the MI6 sends James Bond to the Wizarding World to investigate the war with Voldemort. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 136 | 24,901 |
[WP] After the British Prime Minister meets the Minister of Magic in HP6, the MI6 sends James Bond to the Wizarding World to investigate the war with Voldemort. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 136 | 24,902 |
[WP] After the British Prime Minister meets the Minister of Magic in HP6, the MI6 sends James Bond to the Wizarding World to investigate the war with Voldemort. | "Thank you, darling," the debonair man in the tuxedo said as the barmaid gave him his felix felicis - shaken, not stirred. He slid into the stool next to his mark to introduce himself. "Hello, my dear, I don't believe we've met."
The fair-haired woman turned to this sophisticated gentleman and replied, "Narcissa Ma... | 8 | 0 | 136 | 24,903 |
[WP] After the British Prime Minister meets the Minister of Magic in HP6, the MI6 sends James Bond to the Wizarding World to investigate the war with Voldemort. | James Bond stood out more than a normal person surrounded by a horde of fantasy obsessed weirdos, which pretty accurately described his current situation. All around him, bright, fanciful colors swished together as people walked around in brightly colored robes. The stores that lined the streets had the oddest names, a... | 3 | 0 | 136 | 24,904 |
[WP] Tell me a story that becomes gradually more surreal. | On the velvet couch in the living room, my hands rubbed against the material, he posed a question.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked, having either misheard or missed entirely the words he had just spoken.
"I asked if you would do me the honor of marrying me?" His blue eyes were like pools of water, and suddenly I wa... | 8 | 0 | 11 | 24,905 |
[WP] Tell me a story that becomes gradually more surreal. | Simon was looking at large set of golden coloured gates, he smiled as his eyes cast over the pleasing spirals and curves of its ironwork. The gates bore a small white sign with golden flowing letters informed that this was “Samsara Gardens”. Simon, seeing the spectrum of colour blooming within the flower gardens, smile... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 24,906 |
[WP] Tell me a story that becomes gradually more surreal. | Standing in the damp air of the garage I began to feel the familiar sense of dopamine flooding my brain.
"I've never done any drugs, or alcohol, only cigs." The guy whom I had just met was telling me. It was becoming harder to pay attention to this conversation. Although a cigarette sounded great right now. I get cla... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 24,907 |
[WP] Tell me a story that becomes gradually more surreal. | Oliver sat in the back of the taxi looking at nothing in particular. The January night outside was cold and frosty, but at least the heater worked. The driver had occasionally tried to start conversation with him, but Oliver would reply with simple answers until he lost interest. The leather seat beneath him showed age... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 24,908 |
[WP] Tell me a story that becomes gradually more surreal. | I hope I'm not too late with this (didn't see a time limit). The story snowballed and I got really stuck-in hence the long delay. Also, this is my first time posting to this sub! The story is quite long now, 3.5K words so it didn't fit in one comment. I don't want to split this into multiple comments as the order can g... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 24,909 |
[WP] You've nurtured your imaginary friend for so long that it has become an actual consciousness, and it wants control. | Mark unzipped his neon green fanny pack and plunged his hand into its depths, frayed edges tickling the wrinkles on his hand as he descended. He fumbled around within, moving various activities, snacks, empty vodka bottles, and other objects aside until his long, dirt-caked fingers ran along the edges of a small rectan... | 21 | 1 | 40 | 24,910 |
[WP] You've nurtured your imaginary friend for so long that it has become an actual consciousness, and it wants control. | [deleted] | 5 | 0 | 40 | 24,911 |
[WP] You've nurtured your imaginary friend for so long that it has become an actual consciousness, and it wants control. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 40 | 24,912 |
[WP] You've nurtured your imaginary friend for so long that it has become an actual consciousness, and it wants control. | "What makes you more worthy than me Paul?"
"Jacob, I'm trying to sleep, shut up and go to bed, we will talk in the morning."
Paul had been so close to falling asleep, and then it had become one of those days when Jacob realized what he was missing. Paul really felt for the little guy, truly, but he was tired.
He w... | 4 | 0 | 40 | 24,913 |
[WP] You've nurtured your imaginary friend for so long that it has become an actual consciousness, and it wants control. | "I'm through watching from the *sidelines* Mark. *It's my time to be in charge*."
"OK"
"...wait, what? Your cool with this?"
"Man, you've been with me so long I thought you knew me better than that. If you want to take over and deal with all the shit I have go through, *go ahead*. I've been meaning to go on paid vac... | 3 | 0 | 40 | 24,914 |
[WP] You've nurtured your imaginary friend for so long that it has become an actual consciousness, and it wants control. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 40 | 24,915 |
[WP] You've nurtured your imaginary friend for so long that it has become an actual consciousness, and it wants control. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 40 | 24,916 |
[WP] You've nurtured your imaginary friend for so long that it has become an actual consciousness, and it wants control. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 40 | 24,917 |
[WP] You've nurtured your imaginary friend for so long that it has become an actual consciousness, and it wants control. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 40 | 24,918 |
[WP] You've nurtured your imaginary friend for so long that it has become an actual consciousness, and it wants control. | *"Oh, I like that one, pick that one."*
"No no, Bubbie, That one has lace, I don't like lace"
*"It would look pretty on you though, trust me*
"Ugh, fine, but next time, I get to choose what **you** wear." Sam said with a smirk.
*"Don't you always choose what I wear, Sammy?"*
Samantha lifted the teal dress from t... | 1 | 0 | 40 | 24,919 |
[PM] Need to get creative... a few micro-prompts would be very welcome! | Write a scene including the line "I know you're scared of heights, but I have a favor to ask you...." | 2 | 0 | 6 | 24,920 |
[PM] Need to get creative... a few micro-prompts would be very welcome! | Here are some prompts.
>You walk down the stairs of you apartment in pajamas and slippers to visit the convenient store next door. You get pulled into an unexpected adventure.
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>An activist group attempts to ban beige swimsuits because it looks like people are naked from afar. | 1 | 0 | 6 | 24,921 |
[PM] Need to get creative... a few micro-prompts would be very welcome! | She is convinced that the swirls left in her coffee are messages for her. | 1 | 0 | 6 | 24,922 |
[PM] Need to get creative... a few micro-prompts would be very welcome! | A mad scientist invent a air-born virus. It prevent men living pass 25 years and make females live exactly 250 years.
After a few generation, how does society look like?
(PS: Make the mad scientist name be "Rogan Carl Finkelbottom the third... of New Fairriver... duke of York... Esq.") | 1 | 0 | 6 | 24,923 |
[PM] Need to get creative... a few micro-prompts would be very welcome! | A deaf person who communicates in sign language is separated from their interpreter in a busy place. How do they find their interpreter again, with the help of strangers around them, assuming they can get anyone's attention? | 1 | 0 | 6 | 24,924 |
[PM] Need to get creative... a few micro-prompts would be very welcome! | "Where the fuck are my keys? I'm going to be late," leads to a Buddha-esque revelation. | 1 | 0 | 6 | 24,925 |
[WP] You are the last person on Earth. One night you hear a knock on the door... | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 9 | 24,926 |
[WP] You are the last person on Earth. One night you hear a knock on the door... | At first I didn't comprehend what had happened and it took a moment to register. Was that a knock on my door? I turned down the volume on my speaker and stood up. Then the door rattled and I heard it again. There was a knocking on my door.
"Who's there?!" I screamed. I hadn't seen anyone alive in the last four years.... | 6 | 0 | 9 | 24,927 |
[WP] You are the last person on Earth. One night you hear a knock on the door... | The watch clicks inside my skull. With each passing second another tick, another knock, it's all I hear. I feel nothing; but a crisp, eerie smell lingers in the air. Another tick. The watch moves onward, my heart answers. Another beat, one beat more than everyone else. I check the time, it is getting closer now. I loo... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 24,928 |
[WP] You are the last person on Earth. One night you hear a knock on the door... | I wasn't really aware how it happened, I just knew it did. Maybe I wasn't really the last person in the world, but it was good enough for me to assume so, given that one day this city was traffic-packed with souls and the next it was a desert.
Things you expect to just work didn't anymore. I never really thought that ... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 24,929 |
[WP] You are the last person on Earth. One night you hear a knock on the door... | A few months back [this thread happened](http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1uav90/wp_the_last_man_on_earth_sits_alone_in_a_room_he/) and some of it's pretty decent.
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I froze. My mind has played this prank on me before but not like this. Through the warped glass at the top of my half glass d... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 24,930 |
I make the same weekly delivery to the same busy hospital. This time though there was no one at the front desk, no one around at all, and yet everything looked like it'd been left where intended. |
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[WP] A store finds it has a stockpile of old VHS tapes they never sold when VHS went obsolete. An adept salesperson attempts to convince costumers that VHS is making a comeback and it was always the better medium. | The sign on the window read, "Vintage VHS tapes for sale - Star Wars Episodes IV, V, and VI, unedited from the original film footage."
That month the store made $1,501,120,540 in sales. | 5 | 0 | 6 | 24,932 |
[CW] If there was ever a biography about you, this would be the story that most people would talk about (NON-FICTION) | I suppose my biographical fact would be a bit nsfw. Krymsonkyng has an unhealthy addiction to trists in hotel stairwells. He has had several lovers in several states across several different hotel chains. Although there have been several close calls, and he once lost his shirt crashing a random boxer's party in Las Veg... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 24,933 |
[CW] If there was ever a biography about you, this would be the story that most people would talk about (NON-FICTION) | This particular story comes from the first play I acted in during college.
It was the beginning of my freshman year and the auditions for the fall season of student-produced one acts were going on. These plays were typically very bare-bones productions with no set or props and barely any lighting other than "fade up"... | 3 | 0 | 16 | 24,934 |
[CW] If there was ever a biography about you, this would be the story that most people would talk about (NON-FICTION) | I guess that mine would be an incident, that I have always hoped showed my true character. I was around 16 at the time of the incident and it was one of those crisp frosty mornings that you can feel in your lungs and in the way your heart beats a little faster for the freshness.
At the time I got the train to the tow... | 7 | 0 | 16 | 24,935 |
[CW] If there was ever a biography about you, this would be the story that most people would talk about (NON-FICTION) | My most memorable story to this point would probably be one of my football games from 9th grade. In my school district Jr. High was 7th, 8th, and 9th grade so you went to high school as a sophomore. So during my last season playing for my Jr. High team we had an away game on kind of a crappy field during the biggest ra... | 1 | 0 | 16 | 24,936 |
[CW] If there was ever a biography about you, this would be the story that most people would talk about (NON-FICTION) | People say I am self absorbed.
When my third grade teacher got hit in the head by a baeball, and it meant she could no longer teach it was a tragedy, because it meant she wouldn't take me to a later football game even though she promised.
This is when I learned people can't be trusted.
People say I am self absorbed.... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 24,937 |
[CW] If there was ever a biography about you, this would be the story that most people would talk about (NON-FICTION) | Undoubtedly, [Boss_Dude] is the first member of the new generation of writers for humanity.
In 2014, sometime in March, he published his first novel, *Oasis*, which [FICTION FROM THIS POINT] was received well by the world, and topped the Bestseller's list and received plenty of rewards. Even better, he was merely five... | 1 | 0 | 16 | 24,938 |
[CW] If there was ever a biography about you, this would be the story that most people would talk about (NON-FICTION) | When I was in seventh grade, I ran cross country, and it was early in the morning. My coach had told us we were doing 800 meter sprints (about half a mile) and we were on our third. We were running off campus for this one, and usually coach is with us, but because it was only 800s and usually we would run up to 13... | 1 | 0 | 16 | 24,939 |
[CW] If there was ever a biography about you, this would be the story that most people would talk about (NON-FICTION) | This would probably be the fourth chapter, titled *The Miracle*.
I was seven years old. My brother and I woke up for school, it was another Tuesday morning. I was walking down the stairs when it hit me: the most excruciating headache I had ever (and yet to again) felt, like my head was being bashed in by a spiked ha... | 1 | 0 | 16 | 24,940 |
[CW] If there was ever a biography about you, this would be the story that most people would talk about (NON-FICTION) | What am I? Hardly a moment of my life is to be believed.
By choice of diet, I should be dead or fat. I am neither.
By choice of lifestyle, I should be stupid and sheltered as I have taken little to no school, yet I have earned the equivalent of a high school degree.
I did this by playing video games and talking to ... | 3 | 0 | 16 | 24,941 |
[WP] Your friend has all the answers for a test you need to pass. They're willing to give them to you... for a price. | I knew the price- everyone did. But AP Calc doesn't pass itself.
I never should have poked Satan back. | 2 | 0 | 11 | 24,942 |
[WP] Your friend has all the answers for a test you need to pass. They're willing to give them to you... for a price. | This seems like the setup for lazy adult fiction...
maybe I just have a dirty mind. | 1 | 0 | 11 | 24,943 |
[WP] Your friend has all the answers for a test you need to pass. They're willing to give them to you... for a price. | Max was not a dumb kid, merely a bad student. His backpack was a collection of crumpled up handouts and unfinished homework assignments. By the end of his sophomore year, he was already on schedule to fail his first class: AP World History. He knew that he couldn't afford to fail a class. His parents would take away hi... | 4 | 0 | 11 | 24,944 |
[WP] I make the same weekly deliveries to the same busy hospital. This time though there was no one at the front desk, no one around at all, and yet everything looked like it'd been left where intended. | Harry rolled the hand truck to a thump at the foot of the Nurse Desk for the west wing at St. John's. It was Wednesday and Wednesdays were Harry's favorite as it meant he got to jokingly flirt with Nurse Jenny while she took inventory of the delivery. As usual, Jenny was looking radiant in her clean white nursing uni... | 3 | 0 | 2 | 24,945 |
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[FF] 100 things you own but do not need, 100 words to tell me why. | A hundred of the hairs on my head,
Of these I do own and they're quite red.
But I do not need them as my head is never cold,
And should I ever remove these hairs they would be sold.
One hundred of my hairs is not too many,
Do you think it would leave me a bald spot? Not any.
I have a hundred words and I'd like to... | 3 | 0 | 3 | 24,947 |
[FF] 100 things you own but do not need, 100 words to tell me why. | A hundred books and a hundred stories, each one taking me out of my own head and into someone else’s. It’s an escape that I crave but only want, a prison of my own making.
They soothe me when I can’t sleep and interest me when the world seems like the dullest thing to exist. But I don’t need them, if I was a snail th... | 3 | 0 | 3 | 24,948 |
[FF] 100 things you own but do not need, 100 words to tell me why. | A box of one hundred. A box full of hope. As I grew, I believed I would depend on this box for protection. I never had to. I really wanted to though. I grew desperate. I spent fifty dollars on this box. I spent even more trying to use the box. I guess I was kidding myself. Just because I'm in college doesn't mean I nee... | 3 | 0 | 3 | 24,949 |
[FF] 100 things you own but do not need, 100 words to tell me why. | He kisses his sons goodbye and waves as they skip off to school. They join up with their friends and walk together, laughing. And for a moment, he feels a strange pang of jealousy, and feels bad about it. He did everything he could to give him the childhood he was denied. They don’t have to know. They don’t have to kno... | 3 | 0 | 3 | 24,950 |
[FF] 100 things you own but do not need, 100 words to tell me why. | Three sets of clothes, my laptop computer, grandpa's pocketwatch, the hockey puck from my first game, a copy of Douglas Adam's 'Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy'.
They all go in the box.
This is it, everything I own except the couch and the TV. And my motorcycle, I won't need it anymore. Plus sixty-eight letters from... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 24,951 |
[WP] "Death is the only truly perfect thing there is." | There once was childhood. Youth, innocence. To this old, tortured soul at the end of his sojourn, such an idealistic past seems as real and clear as a good book he'd read years ago. He sits in the corner of the run-down diner, hunched over his morning coffee as it warms his tired and worked hands. White ghosts of mem... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 24,952 |
[WP] "Death is the only truly perfect thing there is." | Have you ever looked into the eye's of someone who has just passed.
They all look the same. Convey the same exact message. Peace, acceptance, the realization that death is only a fear that the living carry. Everyone fears what they do not understand. So it only makes sense that we fear death.
We only experience de... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 24,953 |
[WP] A deadly virus wipes out civilization and you, with a group of about 20 people, survive. Describe the scene of dead bodies around you and your primary goal for a new start. | The scent was unbearable. The dead and dying where all around us, making some of us vomit while others cried. The outbreak turned cities all around the world into desolate mazes riddled with carcasses. We wandered around for a moment, still in mild shock.
There were about 20 of us. A few children, some women, but mos... | 2 | 0 | 1 | 24,954 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | Breathless, brainless, broken. She had lost. | 3 | 0 | 17 | 24,955 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | She is young, in college maybe. I can't clearly make out her features--the quality of the video is bad--but she is beautiful. In the caption it says she's Arabic. That explains it; an arid place kills it's flowers. She wears loose track suit pants and a shirt but I can't help wishing she was naked. I close my eyes and ... | 18 | 0 | 17 | 24,956 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | Only after losing, she felt *alive*. | 2 | 0 | 17 | 24,957 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | She would feel bliss either way. | 1 | 0 | 17 | 24,958 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | She had so much promise. She could have truly been something great. But that's the problem with the brilliant ones, they're full of themselves. They start to think they're invincible. Most of us have to work to get to where we are, we have to sweat and bleed and hope to god we pull through. She didn't have that. She ca... | 2 | 0 | 17 | 24,959 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | "She was the type of girl who'd spent a Friday night playing Russian roulette by herself. Rough childhood, ya know. Her dad fucked around a lot. Mom was too weak to leave him, but strong enough to argue nightly."
He taps the ash from his cigarette gingerly, allowing some of it to spill forward onto the table as his ha... | 4 | 0 | 17 | 24,960 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | Nothing of value was lost. Except a bullet. And the towels it took to clean up the mess. In fact it took some towels and some 409. Luckily it didn't happen on a carpet or anything. Christ that would have been a nightmare. | 2 | 0 | 17 | 24,961 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | Click, click, click, click, click, bang. | 10 | 0 | 17 | 24,962 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | Twirl. Lock. Hold. Pull. Nothing this time. She releases an impatient sigh as another muster of courage goes wasted. I find it ironic in a terribly sad way. If she had summoned this courage in life, she wouldn't need it now to die.
Twirl. Lock. Hold. Pull. Nothing again. She throws the gun against the wall, shatterin... | 8 | 0 | 17 | 24,963 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | ["Who Else But Jamie!?"](http://i.imgur.com/92SCniM.png) Five page script
[Here's an actual PDF cause the imgur file compressed weird.](http://www.pdfhost.net/index.php?Action=Download&File=05facf84726b5bea235a4677ec5a9fcb) | 2 | 0 | 17 | 24,964 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | >Dear Diary,
>It's me again, Julia. It has now been three weeks since I've last seen another human being. Unless you count the walkers outside the fence, but I don't. They're not really human anymore. Just mindless monsters. I did another supply run today. I now have enough canned peaches to last me until... | 5 | 0 | 17 | 24,965 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | The hours ticked
The gun clicked
She had yet to die
Tears falling
Mind failing
She had yet to live
Years passing
Joy unlasting
Her life lead up to this
None watching
None caring
She always felt this
Those who loved
And those who tried
She didn't believe it
Those who died... | 2 | 0 | 17 | 24,966 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | The game was fairly simple. Spin the cylinder, cock the hammer, hold your breath. Squeeze your eyes shut and the trigger at the same time. The reward for winning was getting to see tomorrow. Lauren had started the game a week ago.
In a tiny cluttered apartment somewhere in the middle of a drab city that felt so big th... | 3 | 0 | 17 | 24,967 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | One is a magical number. It is neither a prime nor a composite integer, it is considered the only perfect number, it is one of the two constructs of binary code, it is the first whole possible integer after 0, and it is even the atomic number of Hydrogen, but sometimes one is all it takes.
Every party is not without i... | 5 | 0 | 17 | 24,968 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | One bullet, one cylinder, one shot. | 1 | 0 | 17 | 24,969 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | "What...the...fuck..."
"I don't know sir, we got the call at about 0200, hit the lights an-"
"Yea yea I know its not your fault officer, go take it easy for a bit."
"Thanks detective." There was blood everywhere, yet he casually strolled to a paramedic for a routine check up. You can always tell how long some one has ... | 2 | 0 | 17 | 24,970 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | The gun clicked, trying to hammer against a bullet that wasn't there. Still tense, she looked into the chamber. One spot over rested the metallic shell, as if it was taunting her.
She dropped the gun. As it impacted and danced on the ground, tears swelled in her eyes. The tension was rushing out of her, forcing its wa... | 1 | 0 | 17 | 24,971 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | Jane was overjoyed. She couldn't believe it, but her parents actually did it! They bought her her very own gun. Jane was so overcome with joy that she flew into her parents arms immediately, her parents returned her the gesture.
After the embrace her parents prompted her to try the gun. With slight anxiousness she op... | 1 | 0 | 17 | 24,972 |
[WP] "She played Russian roulette by herself." | They sat at a round wooden table which wobbled slightly on the cold lino floor in the one room apartment. There were five chairs. The gun, loaded with a single bullet and spun in its chamber, sat on the table next to an ashtray overflowing with butts and an empty short glass, save some melted ice. Darleen had taken her... | 1 | 0 | 17 | 24,973 |
[WP] Funny Science Fiction Ads | Are you SICK and TIRED of the same boring day to day routine of making Toast?!
Worry no more! Atomica Industries is proud to announce the new Radio-thermic Super Toaster 3000! Just plop in a piece of fresh bread and the RST3k will fry it to a crisp using highly ionizing radiation!
Impress your friends, feed your fami... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 24,974 |
[WP] Funny Science Fiction Ads | DNA Savings and Clone
We're your local neighborhood gene bank!
ad voiceover supplied by the news guy from The Simpsons. | 2 | 0 | 3 | 24,975 |
[WP] Funny Science Fiction Ads | Is gravity giving you a hard time?
Here, at Jetpackmanstein and Sons, we believe in a world without gravity. Our jetpacks allow users to ignore pervasive hindrances like stairs and fences. Having a Jetpackmanstein and Sons jetpack is like having a premium membership to one's environment. What's more? One can enjoy... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 24,976 |
[WP] A member of the Inner Party of Oceania looks over the world with a melancholy expression on his/her face. | Should be tagged [EU] next time... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 24,977 |
Describe why you chose your questing companion. | I'm not sure how to translate it into an interesting story, but I envision someone writing an epic tale of the vast battalions they have decimated with their fierce companion at their side; only to later reveal that it's their cat watching them play battlefield or something along those lines. | 3 | 0 | 6 | 24,978 |
Describe why you chose your questing companion. | In a way, he reminded me of, well, *me*. Or, what I wanted to be. He was strong, muscular, with a deep and powerful voice, but he was witty. My sense of humor, we laughed about the same jokes or did stupid things that appealed to us both. He would do anything and everything on a whim. Climbing a mountain in a few hours... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 24,979 |
Describe why you chose your questing companion. | Lydia...I still remember when Jarl Balgruf announced your service unto me. At first I hadn't thought much of you, a Nord girl barely old enough to offer her hand before Mara was supposed to carry *my burdens*? You probably had no idea what Akatosh had in store for either of us when you took that oath.
Time and time ... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 24,980 |
Describe why you chose your questing companion. | Faendal.
We met in Riverwood. Quaint place - the kind where everyone knows everyone, the kind where people work from dusk to dawn, the kind where life just fades by.
His life wouldn't fade.
Faendal hunted, getting by on selling wolf pelts and venison. His shots pierced. He once hit a bear in a blizzard from three h... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 24,981 |
Describe why you chose your questing companion. | When I first met him, I was quite intimidated. He seemed like a wild animal, ready to snap at whoever stuck their hand too close. There was a fire in his eyes, an unending anger that only grew stronger when he used a sword. It turns out he was just alone, in this harsh, cold world. He was unfocused, he needed guidance.... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 24,982 |
Describe why you chose your questing companion. | Why? Because the conversation flows easy, the dialogue is fresh and non-repetitive. He's always by my side, ready to assist. If I ask him to, he'll carry my stuff. Even take it to the store. Because he's my companion and my friend. If get knocked down, if I get in trouble, he'll be there to pick me up. We share ... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 24,983 |
[WP] The Malaysian airliner was hijacked by time travelers and have just flew through the time vortex transporting them 50 years into the future... | Look, we had nothing to do with this. I'll go check it out though, and report back. Back in a while.
EDIT: It appears two unidentified individuals set off a small EMP device and brought down the electronics on-board the flight. Seems they were told by anonymous benefactors that they would then be able to storm the co... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 24,984 |
[WP] A serial killer finally gets caught and thinks about his actions and deeds in the last trial. | My streak had come to an end. Cold, steel shackles weighed heavily upon my exhausted limbs whilst countless strangers shot judgmental stares upon the back of my head. Each shallow, unemotional voice amongst them reverberated heartlessly throughout the courthouse. I couldn't hear every conversation, nor depict who said ... | 3 | 0 | 7 | 24,985 |
[WP] A serial killer finally gets caught and thinks about his actions and deeds in the last trial. | “Your honor I can assure you that my client has the rights to plead temporary insanity,”
Damn fool, does he really think that crap will help now. How can he really expect them to fall for that.
“With his long history of violent tendencies and nervous breakdowns, it is obvious the murder of Sylvia Johnson was a prime ex... | 3 | 0 | 7 | 24,986 |
[WP] A serial killer finally gets caught and thinks about his actions and deeds in the last trial. | I enjoyed the control. The ability to be the author of the final chapter of that persons life. For the first time in my life I was in control of something. This character and their entire novel complete with journeys and loved ones and experiences that I will never come to know will be ended at decision of ME. Knowing ... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 24,987 |
[WP] A serial killer finally gets caught and thinks about his actions and deeds in the last trial. | It's not that I'm proud of what I did. I'm not. I did awful things to innocent people. That's something most folks don't realize about people like me. I knew what I did was wrong. If I didn't I would have gotten away with that insanity plea. But shuffling back to the prison van after the foreman said "guilty" I d... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 24,988 |
[WP] An A.I. that manages the city in the future. They become more sentient than which they already are to a degree. | Scrolling through the endless amounts of data. Wait, here it is. The data stops. One line is highlighted red then entered.
A woman walking to the train station receives an update.
Train is late. You have thirty minutes. Please enjoy the nice sunny air, maybe by a coffee down the street.
Virgil was working hard. Maki... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 24,989 |
[WP] Describe to me what Nicolas Cage looks like | Beneath the darkness of a widow's peak, his forehead's majesty strikes fear into unfortunate opponents. This forehead brings gods to their knees. Meanwhile, his head mischievously narrows into a vengeful chin. He may tear one to pieces by raising his shadowy eyebrows and widening his demonic eyes. He may rend one's... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 24,990 |
(WP) A Predator and Prey | "Jane, do you think we're odd?"
She looks up from the book she was reading, "What makes you say that Lou?" He takes another swig of his beer. "It's just well, people talk, about us." She twist her cervid head around to better face him. "So?" He closes his eyes and rubs his snout in mild frustration. "So... are they o... | 3 | 0 | 3 | 24,991 |
[WP] A time-traveller travels back to 1920's Germany and goes into politics. Fastforward to 1933, he delivers a victory speech as the new leader of Germany. | The crowd waited anxiously outside the office of the chancellor. The tie for leadership was close and for years there was bitter feud between the German people on who had the right qualifications. Now it all come down to which ever one walks out onto the podium.
The red curtains were drawn and a pair of crisp white s... | 3 | 0 | 6 | 24,992 |
[WP] A time-traveller travels back to 1920's Germany and goes into politics. Fastforward to 1933, he delivers a victory speech as the new leader of Germany. | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 6 | 24,993 |
[WP] A man stands at the edge of the Primordial Puddle from which life will one day come. He has a bottle of bleach in his hands. | And it goes like this:
Man had seen what he'd become. Filth and Lies and Rape and Murder and just plain EVIL. Someone had to stop it, had to stop it from ever existing. And so, He did. He traveled back and back and back and back, with a bottle of FreshClean©! in his hands, waiting for that moment to strike.
He looked... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 24,994 |
[WP] A man stands at the edge of the Primordial Puddle from which life will one day come. He has a bottle of bleach in his hands. | Standing over the birthing ground for filth he thinks to himself. Is this worth it? He stares at the puddle, the starting place for all of humanity as we know it. He knows all he has to do is pour the bottle and everything done, good and bad, by humanity will be put to an end before it starts.
Slowly he reaches his a... | 2 | 0 | 12 | 24,995 |
[WP] A man stands at the edge of the Primordial Puddle from which life will one day come. He has a bottle of bleach in his hands. | How did I get here? Next to this pool of teeming microbes? What is in my hand? Laundry detergent? No...the label says bleach. Bleach was something that my wife wanted me to use but I thought it useless. The stains never came out anyway. Now, I can clean the greatest stain of all. I can eliminate the curse of human cons... | 10 | 0 | 12 | 24,996 |
[WP] A man stands at the edge of the Primordial Puddle from which life will one day come. He has a bottle of bleach in his hands. | The pond bubbles in front of the man in grey and he stares back at it. Casually holding what could destroy all life on Earth in his right hand, he reflected on the situation. He expected it to be different. It's supposed to be primordial *ooze*, right? The murky pond covered in a green mist, surrounded by slime and mud... | 3 | 0 | 12 | 24,997 |
[WP] A man stands at the edge of the Primordial Puddle from which life will one day come. He has a bottle of bleach in his hands. | "Yes," a figure in a garish blue and red polka dotted tuxedo shouted. "My time machine is kaput, kaplooie, gone! But I am here!" A few hundred meters away an egg-shaped machine billowed clouds of purple and green smoke. Black sparks occasionally flew out of the device's carcass. The man slowly opened the bottle of blea... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 24,998 |
[WP] A man stands at the edge of the Primordial Puddle from which life will one day come. He has a bottle of bleach in his hands. | When God created the universe, it was generally regarded as a bad move.
Here I stood to correct that mistake, in a small part or otherwise. The scientists informed me that the consequences will ripple through history. In all probability, end life on this planet before we knew it.
I popped the cap... | 1 | 0 | 12 | 24,999 |
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