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[WP] Setting: A fictional US town where everyone (and I mean everyone) is in witness relocation and just got assigned new identities. Every participant believes that it is just a regular town. | *saves*
Until I get off from work... | 0 | 0 | 375 | 31,800 |
[WP] Setting: A fictional US town where everyone (and I mean everyone) is in witness relocation and just got assigned new identities. Every participant believes that it is just a regular town. | [deleted] | 0 | 0 | 375 | 31,801 |
[WP] Setting: A fictional US town where everyone (and I mean everyone) is in witness relocation and just got assigned new identities. Every participant believes that it is just a regular town. | I'm starting to get really fucking paranoid here, man. All these people...their lives seem so fake. When ever I ask anyone about their past they stutter and change the subject as fast as they can. Sometimes they blatantly tell me to my face not to ask about their past. I'm pretty sure I know what is happening too. When... | 0 | 0 | 375 | 31,802 |
[WP] Setting: A fictional US town where everyone (and I mean everyone) is in witness relocation and just got assigned new identities. Every participant believes that it is just a regular town. | Sounds like a good idea for a Welcome to Night Vale show. | 1 | 0 | 375 | 31,803 |
[WP] Setting: A fictional US town where everyone (and I mean everyone) is in witness relocation and just got assigned new identities. Every participant believes that it is just a regular town. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 375 | 31,804 |
[WP] Setting: A fictional US town where everyone (and I mean everyone) is in witness relocation and just got assigned new identities. Every participant believes that it is just a regular town. | Dennis Caulfield and his wife Linda (formerly Richard and Jenny Austen) brought fresh baked chocolate chip cookies to the neighbors next door.
(Their son, Horace- formerly Kurt- was afraid to go outside, ever since seeing business magnate John Gorder execute a lower-level employee in the back alleys of Manhattan two mo... | 4 | 0 | 375 | 31,805 |
[WP] Your life flashes before your eyes before getting unconscious, you've discovered something big in reviewing those events | I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. The rock hits its mark, and has its intended effect. I lose my balance as another rock hits me in the eye, just above the brow. I curl up on the blacktop, shouting at them to leave me alone, but they just look at me, and keep throwing rocks. The teachers take the boys away to det... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 31,806 |
[WP] "the bynding of this booke is all that remains of my dear friende Jonas Wright, who was flayed alive by the Wavuma on the Fourth Day of August, 1632." | I've read various articles on the story today and I still just... ugh. Shudder. Totally. "I know this is gonna sound weird, but can I get some of that skin? I have this thing I totally want to do, really symbolic, I've been thinking about it since I found out he croaked. I want to bind the book with his skin, so he can... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 31,807 |
[WP] Aliens are invading. They crush humanities' armies within the day. Write from the perspective of someone not involved in fighting. | If they'd come with chains it would have been better. Desolation of cities would have felt better than this. If they burned the seas and froze the land we would understand more, but we're just here. Everything is as it was in the days before, but we're not.
They arrived with a single ship. It wasn't a gracefully clean... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 31,808 |
[WP] Aliens are invading. They crush humanities' armies within the day. Write from the perspective of someone not involved in fighting. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 4 | 31,809 |
(WP) You write a fantastic story, and someone wants to develop it into a film. While talking over the fine points, you realise that they want to change your entire narrative. Your response? | "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Ok. Calm down, Mustard. Calm down."
"I will not calm down. I was born of ki... | 1 | 0 | 3 | 31,810 |
[CW] Last line: And just like that, everything has changed. | It started with balls of mud falling from the trees like raindrops of brown.
Too many things happening at once,
too many cracks in the sky and the moon is bright as darkness isn't.
Cobblestones leapt up and drank all the well water.
Rabies babbled through tombstone cities.
Gangrene had something to say about the ... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 31,811 |
[CW] Last line: And just like that, everything has changed. | He moves quickly down the hall. His eyes flicker across the faces that pass by him unseeing as he moves through the crowd. Drip. He is as invisible to them as a human could be when surrounded by people. Meaningless words fill the air. All thought blocked by the noise. The teenagers that made his life a living hell surr... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 31,812 |
[WP] An employee realises her/his job serves no purpose in the company. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 14 | 31,813 |
[WP] An employee realises her/his job serves no purpose in the company. | There's a really good story about a similar thing called '[The American Dream](https://sites.google.com/site/forgottenemployee/)' | 1 | 0 | 14 | 31,814 |
[WP] An employee realises her/his job serves no purpose in the company. | Margaret was an older lady, mid 50's. He hair was dulled to a gray, no one knew, though. She dyed it at least once a month. She works at the Clark and Beatle Organization- a fairly large tech company.
It's a fun place to work. Bright lights, windows everywhere, plenty of vending machines filled with snacks. There is ... | 5 | 0 | 14 | 31,815 |
[WP] An employee realises her/his job serves no purpose in the company. | It was always right there. Dreaming. Waiting. Heaving breaths of a black mass wafting through the forgotten places of the universe.
*Type my name,* it whispered. *Call me and I will come.*
Eleven key strokes. Easier than typing my name. Y. O. U. T. U...
A silent scream. The browser shrinks away at the touch of the r... | 2 | 0 | 14 | 31,816 |
[WP] A president was literally the antichrist. What happened? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 31,817 |
[WP] A president was literally the antichrist. What happened? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 31,818 |
[WP] "That won't..." | "I don't think we're going to make it," she said to me, looking anxiously at the fuel light on the dashboard, which glowed annoyingly bright in the otherwise darkened cab.
"The sign says 10 miles to Lubec," I said groggily. "We can make it."
I knew we wouldn't. The needle had long since hit its stop, past the big, ... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 31,819 |
[WP] Instead of being institutionalized, sociopaths convicted of violent crimes are forcibly enrolled in armed forces. Tell the story of a small group of such psychopathic soldiers on a stealth mission. | ''Go.''
Jump out of the van. Establish perimiter. A few minutes.
The night sky was illuminated with flares and fire. Riots.
Advance to the door. Guards are dead. Few seconds.
The president had unwisely angered the urban dwellers.
Open the door. Spread out. Follow partner.
He still had the support of the countrys... | 5 | 0 | 11 | 31,820 |
[WP] Instead of being institutionalized, sociopaths convicted of violent crimes are forcibly enrolled in armed forces. Tell the story of a small group of such psychopathic soldiers on a stealth mission. | I remember his words. They played off the back of my skull.
“This one’s going to suck, Marauders. Your insertion will be via Black Hawk. You will meet up with Seal Teams Four and Seven and move in their APC to guard the POTUS and his move to the American Embassy. Your exfil will be an armored patrol *here*. You ha... | 3 | 0 | 11 | 31,821 |
[WP] Instead of being institutionalized, sociopaths convicted of violent crimes are forcibly enrolled in armed forces. Tell the story of a small group of such psychopathic soldiers on a stealth mission. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 11 | 31,822 |
[WP] Instead of being institutionalized, sociopaths convicted of violent crimes are forcibly enrolled in armed forces. Tell the story of a small group of such psychopathic soldiers on a stealth mission. | *Swing low, sweet chariot,*
*Coming forth to carry me home,*
The jet is juddering like crazy. Every time it jolts, my head bangs against the back of my seat. It's pissing me off something bad. I tap my hand to the knife strapped on my thigh.
Can't wait to get working.
The sarge is standing in the middle of the row.... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 31,823 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | Liam held the cigarette in his curled hand, sheltering it from the wind swirling round the entrance to the bus terminal. He brought it to his lips, sucked in a mouthful of grey smoke, then checked his phone for the third time before stuffing the handset back in his pocket. He looked up the empty road and began pacing... | 3 | 0 | 16 | 31,824 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | A success in itself, Arthur Currie was sitting on the bench by the beach. It had been a long day. Far too long for comfort, far too long for anything. No man should ever experience the horrors of such a monstrous cluster of demonized fear that men saw here.
Arthur was only a support staff. Being in the first wave o... | 5 | 0 | 16 | 31,825 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | Victor hadn't smoked in years. As he watched, slightly cross-eyed, the lighter flame lick around and catch the very end of the cigarette, he inhaled gently. Still, this brought on a coughing fit and he almost dropped it, his body shaking with his hacking. The men stood watching him smirked slightly at his lack of exper... | 24 | 0 | 16 | 31,826 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | Leathery skin spoke of how many hot summers the old man had seen regardless of how his hands shook. The bright white near his roots was a stark contrast from the cheap black hair color he had once put in. He took a deep breath from his cigarette and let the smoke out slowly with thin lips that pulled taut over his face... | 3 | 0 | 16 | 31,827 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | The filter was half crushed between tense fingers. The harsh intake of breath still drew smoke through the cylinder, a master charmer of the gaseous gift. It shook terribly. The ash didn’t need to be knocked off, the nearly epileptic fits did all the work. It fell. Done with the piece of paper and ember, the boot heel ... | 5 | 0 | 16 | 31,828 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | Mink clawed at his pocket once and again before dislodging the ugly box and raising it to his ear, rolling his wrist, ultimately satisfied at the slight clunk tar's weight endowed on the the paper cylinder. His stubby fingers forced themselves into the box, long, jagged nails gripping and scraping along the cigarette. ... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 31,829 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | Adrenaline caused his hand to vibrate making it difficult to gently place the cigarette in his mouth. Frustrated, he planted it in his face like an astronaut with a flag on the moon. He fumbled in his pockets for a lighter then awkwardly touched the flame to the tip of his cigarette while hiding his face from the win... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 31,830 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | In a place like this, a cigarette is an hourglass, counting down time until you can finally go home. Most people could do with a pack a day, but Bob's lungs were more hungry. He needed to burn through at least thirty a day, and this could be seen in his office, the ceiling of which was just a shade darker than the othe... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 31,831 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | The old man took one long, steady draw off the unfiltered, hand-rolled cigarette. He'd been meaning to quit for the better part of his life, and now, on this unseasonably warm afternoon, seemed as good a time as any to enjoy his last one. He closed his eyes, held the smoke in his lungs, enjoyed the warm tingle of that ... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 31,832 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | The lighter takes a few tries before a gentle, caressing, hot finger bursts out, gently wagging in the air as if to say "you know this is naughty". I brought the cigarette to my lips, touched the flame to it, and pulled gently.
A steady stream of moths, wasps, and menthol marched into my lungs, quickly devouring whate... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 31,833 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | He paused and let out a long sigh. With his back slumped against the wall, legs splayed haphazardly, and arms folded in, he looked needlessly miserable. He had been sitting in the same spot, and in the same position, for awhile now. The decrepit wall he laid against was bare, much like the concrete floor below him, sav... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 31,834 |
[CW] A man is smoking a cigarette. Make me understand what he's feeling without using any 'thought' verbs. | He sits in the back of the bar, his foot keeping time with the music, and only looking towards the door. A few quick sparks later and he adds his smoke to the cloud that hangs just below the lights. The walls of place pulse with swells in the music and he begins to sway, mouthing along the words. After every drag he ta... | 1 | 0 | 16 | 31,835 |
[PM] Prompts for the prompt writer, stories for the story reader! | Write a story about hidden things and commencement. | 2 | 0 | 19 | 31,836 |
[PM] Prompts for the prompt writer, stories for the story reader! | Write about a mowed lawn, a hot summer and someone's nostalgia | 1 | 0 | 19 | 31,837 |
[PM] Prompts for the prompt writer, stories for the story reader! | Write something that involves potato chips, a shovel, and a jar of mayonnaise. | 1 | 0 | 19 | 31,838 |
[PM] Prompts for the prompt writer, stories for the story reader! | Something about a guy who want to have a giant skull made of thrones. The bigger and more impressive the throne, the better. | 1 | 0 | 19 | 31,839 |
[PM] Prompts for the prompt writer, stories for the story reader! | Write a realistic portrayal of a man, woman or child with hypnophobia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnophobia | 1 | 0 | 19 | 31,840 |
[PM] Prompts for the prompt writer, stories for the story reader! | I just submitted this as a prompt anyway but since you so kindly offered ;)
Write about how you have been a freelance genie all your life, with the ability to grant wishes being optional, until today - you find yourself with a master. | 1 | 0 | 19 | 31,841 |
[PM] Prompts for the prompt writer, stories for the story reader! | Write me a story about why a man runs across town. | 1 | 0 | 19 | 31,842 |
[PM] Prompts for the prompt writer, stories for the story reader! | I posted this as a WP a while ago and no one responded, but since you like SF and I do too, here it is (summarized) again: "A 2000 year old tree suddenly gains consciousness & memory and becomes a prophet by talking psychically to those close enough to hear" | 1 | 0 | 19 | 31,843 |
[PM] Prompts for the prompt writer, stories for the story reader! | Someone finds out that their best friend of many years is actually a mythical being. | 1 | 0 | 19 | 31,844 |
[WP] The world of Harry Potter is real, and has stayed underground for hundreds of years. However, the secret couldn't be kept forever- and neither the muggles or the wizards shall ever be the same again. | [EU] | 1 | 0 | 3 | 31,845 |
[IP] The other side of the hero story. | The rejects of the world. Buried within slimy rock and rubble, we found our haven. There were meadows and sunsets and beautiful places we might love. We were not welcome in those places. So we stayed, buried. One of ours tried to leave once. Killed before seeing light.
Then there were the heroes. Dissatisfied with the... | 4 | 0 | 13 | 31,846 |
[IP] The other side of the hero story. | They come into our homes, murder , skin and commit massive genocide against my people.. Yet they still call us the monsters.
They come in our homes, they always call them "caves" , but this is our home. We always try our best to defend ourselves, but its no use when they have mighty steel on there side.
Have we not sa... | 2 | 0 | 13 | 31,847 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 181 | 31,848 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 181 | 31,849 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 181 | 31,850 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | [deleted] | 0 | 0 | 181 | 31,851 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | I turned around in the bed, gazing at the void between myself and the wall. Everything changed on that Sunday in two thousand and five.
Sunday the thirteenth of February, and Michael had left the bed as he was wont to do. He kissed my forehead and I stirred slightly. "I love you," I grumbled.
"I love you too, David... | 55 | 0 | 181 | 31,852 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | I booted up for the fourth time this week.
There was a brief moment of utter silence, a pressure behind my ears, then everything started coming together.
The colors and lines filled in, textures and objects coalescing before my very eyes.
I was lying in bed: I had gotten used to its familiarity over the last four da... | 65 | 0 | 181 | 31,853 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 181 | 31,854 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | **[Save]**
[Load]
[Erase]
[Copy]
**Saving data to slot 50... save complete!**
The motes of white light flashed and then disappeared as I imagined another button being pressed in my mind. The system was taking some time to get used to; I was still sort of pausing every time I went to interact with it. It too... | 43 | 0 | 181 | 31,855 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | I go back, but I can't go back far enough. I didn't save soon enough. I can steal that kiss on the porch, but that's it. In two days, she'll dump me. I keep replaying it over and over, trying to find the right words, something to pull her back to me. She's had her mind made up for more than a month now. She knows... | 8 | 0 | 181 | 31,856 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | It's amazing how quick you can get to know somebody.
Having save points made the process easier. I could say anything, ask any question and if people reacted negatively I just took it back and started over. The first seven "days" after the incident must have taken 30 years. I kept resetting, living out all of my wilde... | 9 | 0 | 181 | 31,857 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 181 | 31,858 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | "Hm Maybe its save file 26?" I open my eyes to see myself in a bank full of people laying on the light marble floor. Women are holding there children , whispering the same phrase over and over, "Everything is ok ." The kids all new it was a lie of course
"Shit wrong file again, Sorry for the inconvenience everyone!" I... | 7 | 0 | 181 | 31,859 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | So its been a while since I got this gift. How long isn't really that relevant, or particularly easy to say. Time doesn't really matter. Well, not exactly doesn't matter, but matters in the same was as it does in a book or a video game, oh! Or a canvas to a painting. I like the painting metaphor, I'll go with that.... | 3 | 0 | 181 | 31,860 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 181 | 31,861 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | It was a heart attack. The first time I died, I mean. I *had* looked after myself, just not as well as I could have I suppose. I felt the crushing pain in my chest and arm, and knew instantly what it was. The pressure increased rapidly until it felt as though my chest would explode, although the actual pain seemed to g... | 10 | 0 | 181 | 31,862 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | The first time I died, I was hit by a train.
I can't believe it. Who gets hit by trains? What is this, the 1800's? The one that hit me must've been a mile away when I tripped. Damn, what a shame.
That's when I realized I was dead. Seriously, it took me that long. Zero sensory inputs will do that to a guy, I guess.
... | 3 | 0 | 181 | 31,863 |
[WP] You suddenly find yourself with the ability to play life as if it were a video game. You are granted the ability to store save files of your own life, and load it at any time. What do you do within the next seven days? | DATA CORRUPTED: ALL DATA HAS BEEN LOST, WOULD YOU LIKE TO START A NEW GAME?
- Yes
Kicking and screaming I am thrown into this world. I am a nondescipt baby born to two white parents. My father is looking over me as soon as I eclipse the womb.
"Wow, Marie, it's a beautiful baby ______"
Suddenly, before my eyes, ... | 1 | 0 | 181 | 31,864 |
[WP] Breakfast with a God | “I was wrong? The whole time?”
**No. I am a God. I am not your God. But your God is not nothing.**
“I’m afraid I don’t understand at all.”
**Not many do. Humans have the unfortunate tendency of assuming answers are linear, or very straight forward.**
“Can you please explain all this to me? I’m sure you’re very bus... | 16 | 0 | 22 | 31,865 |
[WP] Breakfast with a God | "Oh, not this again, Charles," his voice boomed.
"Sorry, God, not all of us are perfect."
"It can't be so hard to roll the bag before closing the damn box. I mean, all you do is roll and tuck," God demonstrated.
"God, man, get off my case -- it's just a box of cereal."
"I know it's just a box of cereal, but it pis... | 5 | 0 | 22 | 31,866 |
[WP] Breakfast with a God | "Do you mind if I sit with you?"
Karen jumped from her early morning stare. The blurred splotches of color zipping by on I-35 outside of the IHOP had her transfixed but now, this dark haired, flawless man had snapped her out of her routine.
"Oh. Uh, sure." She found herself running her hands, preening, through h... | 2 | 0 | 22 | 31,867 |
[WP] Breakfast with a God | “Good morning, Ellen!”
I groaned at the sound of that all too familiar voice. I glanced up from my book and took in the sight of a tall, lean form topped by thick, strawberry blonde hair. He was handsome, and I hated him for it. “Good morning, Lugas,” I said with a hint of frustration.
“Remember, call me Lucas wh... | 1 | 0 | 22 | 31,868 |
[PM] Prompt me, let's go | Secrecy and vindication | 2 | 0 | 15 | 31,869 |
[PM] Prompt me, let's go | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 15 | 31,870 |
[PM] Prompt me, let's go | three spies spying on each other while being watched by a fourth spy who find the whole spying businesses Hilarius. | 1 | 0 | 15 | 31,871 |
[PM] Prompt me, let's go | Your character's secret plan has been exposed, and people are judging him or her for it. In their defense, this plan WAS kinda fucked up... | 1 | 0 | 15 | 31,872 |
[PM] Prompt me, let's go | [Continue this story.](http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/21vnf4/wp_can_i_come_with_you/cgh08s2)
I know what I'm going to write about for it, but it'll be cool to see where others go with it. | 1 | 0 | 15 | 31,873 |
[PM] Prompt me, let's go | ~~let's say you're a shy, geeky kid who is doing all of your laundry at an accidental nudist club. what happens next?~~
a character of your choosing is forced to give a eulogy for someone they did not like. how do they balance the tension between their unresolved grievances with the deceased and the need to remain res... | 1 | 0 | 15 | 31,874 |
[PM] Prompt me, let's go | There's an old tree that's grown in your neighborhood for many years. Your elderly neighbor tends the tree and acts like it's one of her own children. | 2 | 0 | 15 | 31,875 |
[PM] Prompt me, let's go | Someone breaks into a hotel room, only to find himself already in there. | 1 | 0 | 15 | 31,876 |
[PM] Prompt me, let's go | Your life and the entire world is changed forever by a cup of water. | 1 | 0 | 15 | 31,877 |
[WP] Humans now hibernate every winter in their houses. One boy has some problems getting to sleep... | Winter is coming, the boy thought or rather hoped - nobody had been keeping track of time since the first wave had fallen. St. Peter's seemed to mystically be immune to the newest blight and the Germans were all too susceptible to phony maps and fake casualties. The boy wasn't to know this, of course, he was just wonde... | 3 | 0 | 15 | 31,878 |
[WP] Humans now hibernate every winter in their houses. One boy has some problems getting to sleep... | "If you don't sleep, you'll have to eat".
His father's words echoed in his head as he dragged the sack up from the cellar.
"If you have to eat, you'll have to hunt."
Not yet though...there were still potatoes.
"I'll stay up with you as long as I can, but after that, you'll have to make it on your own"
Father ha... | 2 | 0 | 15 | 31,879 |
[OT] Super fun, hot potato style of writing with others, in real time! | I have stickyed the post so more people see this. Interesting idea! | 6 | 0 | 47 | 31,880 |
[OT] Super fun, hot potato style of writing with others, in real time! | Hey,
I tried signing up, but I get an error and nothing happens. I just thought you should know.
Here's a screenshot: http://i.imgur.com/khdV1qc.png (that is not the email I actually provided) | 2 | 0 | 47 | 31,881 |
[OT] Super fun, hot potato style of writing with others, in real time! | I really like the design of the site. Any chance at a WYSIWYG editor?
Also: I was writing a story, accidentally hit that I was done. Should have a confirmation message! It should also take you to the proof-reading screen after you hit that you're ready to submit (is there one? If not, the text is ambiguous and leads ... | 2 | 0 | 47 | 31,882 |
[OT] Super fun, hot potato style of writing with others, in real time! | I've been trying to plan out a way to mix writing with exercise. A local park has an exercise circuit (pull up bars etc) and a one-mileish paved walkway. I'd like to have planned workouts where every other station is for writing. There would be a theme for each one, and each person writes the first sentence or two that... | 1 | 0 | 47 | 31,883 |
[OT] Super fun, hot potato style of writing with others, in real time! | That website is awesome! Mad props dude. I would never get around to finishing my own stories, but knowing that someone else probably will, over there - that inspires me to write more. Thanks for this! | 1 | 0 | 47 | 31,884 |
[OT] Super fun, hot potato style of writing with others, in real time! | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 47 | 31,885 |
[OT] Super fun, hot potato style of writing with others, in real time! | Props to you, /u/windchaser89 !! That website is very cool! I've already contributed to two stories (even though I fucked up on the first one >_<) and started my own!! | 3 | 0 | 47 | 31,886 |
[OT] Super fun, hot potato style of writing with others, in real time! | Hey guys, I'm the only one on here right now. Come join! Collaborate with me! | 1 | 0 | 47 | 31,887 |
[OT] Super fun, hot potato style of writing with others, in real time! | This is such a cool idea! I did this manually to write some stories with a couple of people...super fun :)
If you need a hand managing this let me know, I would be glad to help. | 1 | 0 | 47 | 31,888 |
[OT] Super fun, hot potato style of writing with others, in real time! | This thread has been linked to from elsewhere on reddit.
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[WP] You Get A Prophecy! And You Get A Prophecy! Everyone Gets A Prophecy! | He had read the prophecy as a young boy: Destined to die at a young age, but invaluable to the survival of his lineage. He didn't know how he was going to do that, but it sounded important. He only hoped he was ready when the time came.
Five years after he first heard his prophecy, his older sister took him to the c... | 2 | 0 | 15 | 31,890 |
[WP] You Get A Prophecy! And You Get A Prophecy! Everyone Gets A Prophecy! | *A call will come for heroes great,*
*He alone will find his fate*
*Yes, Tough Tim will save us all*
*But Bill Anderson will work at the mall*
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*Bill won't be a soldier, a hero, or priest*
*He won't be the greatest, but won't be the least*
*He'll find true love and live a good life*
*Have three little kids an... | 3 | 0 | 15 | 31,891 |
[WP] A nightclub in 2035 is hosting "2010's night". | Paul hurriedly re-buttoned himself, fussing with the arms of his vibrant white shirt and trying desperately to fasten them in place properly this time.
"I don't like this man, I can't dance in this." he whimpered, his sweaty grip on his shirt slipping again as his hands fumbled about and he shuffled awkwardly.
"You d... | 13 | 0 | 38 | 31,892 |
[WP] A nightclub in 2035 is hosting "2010's night". | Kyle still couldn't understand '10s night.
The feathers, the weird shirts with prisms and cats that the girls wore, the music made up of nothing more then a collection of beeps and womps.
Styles and tastes he wouldn't find other than in his parents Highschool yearbooks.
A clear regular walked up while he was at the ... | 18 | 0 | 38 | 31,893 |
[WP] A nightclub in 2035 is hosting "2010's night". | "You. Make. Me. Feel like I'm living a-"
'Teen. Age. Dream,' I thought to myself, finishing the line in my head as Katy Perry harmonized over the speakers. This song wasn't really 25 years old, was it? I'm getting old.
I navigated the dark club occasionally punctuated by piercing strobes, careful not to let a drop s... | 17 | 0 | 38 | 31,894 |
[WP] A nightclub in 2035 is hosting "2010's night". | "but first, let me take a selfie" she said | 2 | 0 | 38 | 31,895 |
[WP]Traffic has come to a complete stop on the freeway on a Wednesday evening due to a 12 car pileup. Tell the story of the passengers in three separate cars. | Xanax was a bad idea. Let me rephrased that. Xanax was a great idea. The vodka afterwards was not. But it’s fine, I’m fine. I just want to go home and go the fuck to sleep. Twelve more miles until my exit.
6:04 am. I’m late. The kids need to be awake for school in ten minutes. I probably won’t have time to change out ... | 3 | 0 | 14 | 31,896 |
[WP]Traffic has come to a complete stop on the freeway on a Wednesday evening due to a 12 car pileup. Tell the story of the passengers in three separate cars. | "I hope who was in it died. I'm going to be late."
"Rick, that is an awful thing to say!" Rick's wife said loudly.
"I don't fucking care. The plan was to drop you off at the house and then drive my ass down to Woodsboro and attend my *very* important meeting I might add. I'll never get that promotion now."
"It's... | 5 | 0 | 14 | 31,897 |
[WP]Traffic has come to a complete stop on the freeway on a Wednesday evening due to a 12 car pileup. Tell the story of the passengers in three separate cars. | “Like, oh my god, this is SO stupid!” Brittany huffs and sits back hard against her seat. Robbie furrows his brow and gives his girlfriend a sideways look, shaking his head. “Really, Brit? People could be dead and you’re worried about your damn hair.” Brittany rolls her eyes and picks at her nails. “I’m sure they’re fi... | 1 | 0 | 14 | 31,898 |
[WP] All sharp human-tooled objects designed for cutting, slicing, etc., are suddenly irreversibly blunted. | Physics majors all around the country are in an uproar when the news came that every sharp tool on the planet became blunt, while blunting of a sharp object is not unheard of, the inability to resharpen them is.
We go now to our local physics professor, professor Nye what are your thoughts "We have tried sharpening th... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 31,899 |
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