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[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	1	2,223	36,800
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	1	2,223	36,801
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	1	2,223	36,802
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	An old man lay sleeping on a bench, dressed in a suit, as blue as the ocean, no deeper still, and yet, as light as they sky itself. His hair had grayed, from it's original deep black, and now his hair was a light gray that was almost blue itself. As he lay snoring, a tall woman whose clothes were once pink as a fresh p...	1	2,223	36,803
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	1	2,223	36,804
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	1	2,223	36,805
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	1	2,223	36,806
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	1	2,223	36,807
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	1	2,223	36,808
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	1	2,223	36,809
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	“You know it wasn’t supposed to be like this.” The old man sighed. “What, you again conceding the center to me so quickly.” The younger man sneered as he placed a knight on d4 and knew it would be a focus point for his upcoming attack. He hit the timer and leaned back in his chair with a look of satisfaction on his f...	3	2,223	36,810
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	Comment to save	1	2,223	36,811
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	really great short story... thank you for sharing it.	1	2,223	36,812
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	The clock read high noon, and the sun peaked in its mighty power in the sky. Its all-encompassing iridescence encased the entirety of the unnamed city in every facet of its being. Every street, alleyway, and store front basked in the presence of the light. The city had a homey feel to it, and its citizens were a warm p...	1	2,223	36,813
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	This thread has been linked to from elsewhere on reddit. - [/r/carygoonsquad] [\[WP\] x-post Callum you were right this is epic](http://np.reddit.com/r/carygoonsquad/comments/24l5y7/wp_xpost_callum_you_were_right_this_is_epic/) *^I ^am ^a ^bot. ^Comments? ^Complaints? [^Message ^me ^here.](http://www.reddit.com/me...	1	2,223	36,814
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	3	2,223	36,815
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	"Pawn E4", a tired old man said. the white pawn sliding of its own volition across the holographic board, resting in its destination with cold precision. "Really? After thousands of years you open the same way. Pawn to E5 is the only option here, said his opponent, who though similar in age appeared less world weary, ...	2	2,223	36,816
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	[deleted]	1	2,223	36,817
[WP] Two god-like beings, disguised as old men, play a game of chess on a park bench to decide the final fate of humanity. The players, however, are distracted by a couple seated across them...	The sun was high above the park, illuminating the gorgeous greens of spring trees and blues of freshly bloomed flowers, whose aromas drifted along the twisted, rocky path. They tantalized a man, whose body was old, yet obviously strong. He wore a threadbare shirt, and well used jeans. All that gave away his ancient age...	13	2,223	36,818
[EU]The crew of Serenity find themselves in the world of FTL: Faster Than Light.	Would love to see what stories are created because of this.	5	59	36,819
[EU]The crew of Serenity find themselves in the world of FTL: Faster Than Light.	[deleted]	1	59	36,820
[EU]The crew of Serenity find themselves in the world of FTL: Faster Than Light.	the mantis board and eat everyone, the end	4	59	36,821
[EU]The crew of Serenity find themselves in the world of FTL: Faster Than Light.	Two spaceships orbited a small, featureless moon. One was shaped like a small insect, the other, cloaked and invisible to sensors, resembled a much larger one. KorellPlethNidaak, Mantis warchief and brood-mate of the legendary KazaakPlethKilik, scraped his mandibles together thoughtfully as he examined the sensor data...	13	59	36,822
[EU]The crew of Serenity find themselves in the world of FTL: Faster Than Light.	This was new. New and unexpected. The Serenity had arrived but it had not come to the place it was supposed to. Malcolm Reynolds picked up the intercom, 'Kaylee, I swear to any power that if you keep messing with my engine and taking us to places that I can only define as 'not where I want to be' I will be extremely u...	6	59	36,823
[WP] Our plan, which seemed brilliant at the time, was fatally flawed	It was simple, too simple even. What you ask? Well the only major heist to happen on this side of the Shenandoah Valley in over 50 years. It was going to be the take of the century... until Bill managed to find himself standing right on top of some country bumpkin's well placed landmine. Fucker blew both of his legs cl...	1	5	36,824
[WP] End your story with "We were just following orders"	I forget to count the bodies. I used to count by my fingers, but before I noticed my ten fingers were not enough. I tried to count in my head, but I would lose count. A lot of the bodies overlap one another. A lot of children’s corpses were beneath the adults. Normally the children’s parents would hide the them behind ...	2	5	36,825
[WP] End your story with "We were just following orders"	[deleted]	1	5	36,826
[WP] End your story with "We were just following orders"	“Press the button.” 20 years on and we decided to redo Milgram’s experiment. We thought that since the results had been published and even spoofed in popular culture, then perhaps the public would fare better this time. Sure, we modified the experiment, couldn’t make it too easy, but we didn’t expect this result. T...	1	5	36,827
[WP] End your story with "We were just following orders"	"Intel says they out number is 3-1" "That's it? "That's the intel" "They probably counted Barry's fat ass twice." "Fuck you, what are we gonna do?" "Storm the shit, we have enough bullets to take those fuckers out." "Those are our orders" Max never considered himself a hero, no one in his squad did. Yet on that ...	1	5	36,828
[WP] End your story with "We were just following orders"	I arrive in uniform at 700 hours. The frying machine has already begun to bubble. One worker wraps breakfast sandwiches and puts them on the metal shelves while another rests his hands on the counter next to the cash register. "What would you like?" the cashier asks. "One McGriddle and a coffee, please," the custome...	1	5	36,829
[WP] A man who has lived his whole life underground has just come to the surface for the first time.	My daddy tells me about the bloodhounds, about how they are always following us. He tells me about their bloodshot eyes and their shiny black noses, so strong, he says, that they could smell a hawk flying past in the night sky. He says they never rest. When we rest, he says, when we sleep, they're chasing us down. ...	3	13	36,830
[WP] A man who has lived his whole life underground has just come to the surface for the first time.	I was in there for a long time. I'm not sure how long. I had no way to calculate units of time. The books in there talked about things such as hours, weeks, and years, yet I did not, and still don't, understand how they correspond to reality. My earliest memory was of someone holding me and crying. I think it was a wom...	1	13	36,831
[WP] A man who has lived his whole life underground has just come to the surface for the first time.	Ow, my eyes! It's too bright out here. I'm going back down.	1	13	36,832
[WP] A man who has lived his whole life underground has just come to the surface for the first time.	The lights did not survive the decades. The elevator itself sounded unsure, groaning in the pitch dark. Taking its last ride up was a young man hiding his face, not wanting to cry despite the lack of eyes to judge him. There was nobody down below, hadn't been for a week. He once had a kind of dog tag that bore his name...	1	13	36,833
[WP] A man who has lived his whole life underground has just come to the surface for the first time.	I had finally decided to take care of that bear that I kept hearing. Damn thing wouldn't shut up and kept me up at night scratching at the wood. I had finally had enough of it. I went out of my little cabin I built when I first woke up in this unfamiliar place and walked down where the river ran. There were trees so hu...	1	13	36,834
[IP] Roman Cavalry Face-mask	War is cold. The rumbling beat of thousands of horses charging down the Gaul infantry brings that reality to the forefront. Trampling underfoot, those farmers and fathers gasp their last breath bearing the scars of a battle in motion. The cavalry, the praised heros of Rome, press on. Their faces hold no emotion, a m...	2	6	36,835
[IP] Roman Cavalry Face-mask	The glare of the sun blended seamlessly with the rolling mountains of the Persian countryside. A fleet of foot soldiers and cavalry, masked to shield their eyes from the glare, marched through the sandy dunes to meet the Parthian fleet. The air was thick with fear. Many legions faced the Parthians, but only a few legi...	2	6	36,836
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	He was dead, that was for sure. Someone beat his head in with a club. His face was collapsed like a smashed pumpkin. Remnants of the brain painted the curb. I think I saw some of it crawl away. Fuck it, probably just some insects carrying it away. They will eat well tonight. There was tons of blood. Maybe two gallons,...	4	21	36,837
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	He met her gaze and waited for her glazed over eyes to move. They didn't. She just slumped in the corner, bathed in blood. His eyes wandered down her face and stopped at her throat. A crimson grin smiled back at him. The slash across her throat seemed to have more life than her listless gaping mouth. It taunted him. ...	2	21	36,838
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	I went back to the classroom, to see if I had forgotten my book there. The professor was napping, leaning over the table, and I suppressed a laugh, since he was pushing 80 years old, and we always joked that he could pass away any moment now. I was trying not to make loud noises, but of course, I managed to trip on a c...	1	21	36,839
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	Dieter Hagedorn is sitting on a barrel eating an onion as he watches Sir Lawrence practice. It's a lazy day at the castle, the late summer making the heat unbearable, at least for two people in the kingdom. Dieter is garbed as little as can be and still remain modest, which in this case means loose broadcloth pants an...	1	21	36,840
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	It was over. All over. I could feel very vividly the whole where the bullet came through my back. It didn't hurt because I couldn't really feel anymore. But it was there. I was cold. Utterly, unceasingly cold. Cold to my core, to the center of my being. I was stiff. My arms were rocks and my legs were great trees f...	1	21	36,841
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	The light shimmered down on the body, through the willow tree, casting shades throughout the undergrowth. His face was blue, tilted to the side, but still not rotten, it hadn't been long enough. The brown in the hair was starting to fade, fall out, and rot on the ground, covering the area near the top of his head. The ...	1	21	36,842
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	"Come on in." he said to me. I had no choice, so I did. We walked together through a dimly lit hallway through a side of the storage room until we reached another door and crossed it. "Here she is. You know'er?" A small lamp sat next to her body illuminating her red eyes, her dark hair, her hands, legs... her curves...	1	21	36,843
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	The young boy stood beside the casket and found it all quite odd. He knew that the old woman wasn’t alive, but looking at his grandmother’s body he wasn’t sure if this fit his image of ‘dead’. Her hair was done up as usual, and she looked much like she did while having an afternoon nap. The make-up on her face seemed a...	1	21	36,844
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	The first one is closer to the prompt but I also wanted to see what you'd say about the second one, which is actually a full death scene. First example: > Why he had hopes that Beate Kerns would have been spared this awful destruction, he would never be sure. The desire to know for certain was sick, he knew, yet i...	1	21	36,845
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	"Shit stanks" Muttered John. "Not helpful" said the Chief. "What else, give me details." "Uh I mean like damn, there ain't much. I'd say he was an ugly motherfucker, but most of his face is on that wall behind him. Shit looks like cottage cheese mixed with red wine" "Spare me" The chief interrupted. "Look you a...	1	21	36,846
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	Oh god. He's dead. Or is it a she? You can't tell. It's dead. right in front of me. Something just fell from the sky. Almost hit me. When it hit the ground, there was this horrible sound. Like a dry crunch and a wet splat at the same time. That was the head. I saw it all in slow motion Then the body fell flat against...	1	21	36,847
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	The first thing that hits you is the smell. Oh God, the fucking smell. At first you don't think it's a dead, decaying human body because you can't see it and your mind rationalizes the whole situation. Why would there be a corpse in the basement of a skyscraper? You've been to that basement many times to maintain all t...	1	21	36,848
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	Akin to that first primal, unnatural slaying. I see it. It doesn't float here. The crickets chirp off in the distance a beating eulogy. Prior to this I would imagine soldiers marching, beating dust into the trees and hearing the babble of the stream. Loneliness came upon me hard during that time and I don't remember ...	1	21	36,849
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	Knock knock, no one's home. The lights are out, vacation has begun. perhaps his consciousness floated across the galaxies. Maybe he was reincarnated. Personally I like to think he went to heaven. Everyone goes to heaven in my perfect world. Well, no matter where he went, I really should clean his wet blood off the ...	1	21	36,850
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	Disclaimer: I am NOT a writer, but really like this sub so what the fuck, here we go. Cold, she lay there on the pavement, a pool of blood covering her body. The stench hangs in the air to the point I can taste it. Her body is covered in stab wounds. 30? 40? I lost count and don't have the stomach to start over. I fo...	1	21	36,851
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	It didn't seem strange enough that her eyes were open. Like a smoked fish crisped to perfection and lain upon a leafy arugula bed, the open eyes that stared blankly back at me served less as an affirmation that the dead animal was once alive, but more of a reassurance that the job was done in a quality way. This was, o...	1	21	36,852
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	The body was on the bed asleep. Lips slightly parted, it seemed to just whisper the orgasmic secrets of life itself; so quietly, it whispered. It's eyes were open. So open were the eyes that it let in air, it let in the sky, it let in the even chirping from the two young birds on the old oak tree. Letting in everything...	1	21	36,853
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	I had never seen a dead body before. It wasn't anything like the movies. No gory blood spatter. No scattered limbs. Not even decaying skin and maggots. I didn't even realize it was dead body at first. I noticed the red tennis shoes. They were a lot like mine. Then I realized there was a body attached. I guess she, it w...	1	21	36,854
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	Pieces here and there, but not at random. Each arm, leg, finger, each and every one was delicately placed, precisely arranged, and painstakingly cleaned and drained to a white. Kellerman didn't think humans could come in that color. Despite her shade, he could still see her tan lines that ran across her pubic region...	1	21	36,855
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	I heard him fall. It wasn't a dramatic THUD, or even an average thud. Just a soft, silent ^(thud). In all actuality, the only thing that alerted me was that he had a glass of water in his hand, no doubt for his heart medication. It made an awful shattering noise, which painfully reverberated throughout the hou...	1	21	36,856
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	you look at the man. The man is on his back. The man is looking up. The man is smiling. He should not be smiling. You look again at the man, this time at his torso. There is blood. Dry blood. The handle of an old knife juts from his stomach. You can feel the pain he felt clinging in the air and it turns your stomac...	1	21	36,857
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	The body sat hunched over the Book on his desk, illuminated only slightly by the waning light of a candle. My hands shook as I gently slid the corpse from its seat. His eyes looked more alive than I had remembered even in life. It appeared almost as though they wanted to convey a message of cosmic importance. My gaze ...	1	21	36,858
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	So that's what a dead body looks like. For some reason it looks a lot less dramatic than I'd thought it would, I mean, sure there is a lot of blood. Falling six stories will do that to you, but somehow I was expecting... more. I'm not quite sure why, and I'm not quite sure why I'm dissapointed. Maybe because it could j...	1	21	36,859
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	The dried-seaweed-snack-colored, sub-dermal squid on his back wriggled endlessly, fussing with composted, fly-luring leaves of trapezius fibers that helped him pretend he could fly as a child. Knowing his intestines lay bare beneath him, I rolled him to get a good look at his face. What thin bits of taut skin remai...	1	21	36,860
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	"And can you describe the body as it was" He paused, "When it was on top of you?" "You mean it's changed?" "Madam, if you could answer the question please?" "Well, it was definitely dead. I was mostly relieved that I wasn't. Ha. Still a bit warm but you can just tell when something's dead, you know? So strange... It...	1	21	36,861
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	On walking into a laboratory of human anatomy, you're first hit with an almost clinical scent. Bleach and antiseptics intermingled with the harshness of death make the air stuffy. A room of fifty bodies, eerily covered in linen sheets greet you on entrance. Five cadavers are set in the centre of the room guarded by th...	1	21	36,862
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	And then, Jim wasn't.	2	21	36,863
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	[deleted]	1	21	36,864
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	Torn from his skull, the remains of his brain lay scattered over the desert floor. Behind him, in a twisted wreck, burnt up the last embers of a possible future, bound in the vile string that corrupted all he had ever touched. It ensnared him many years ago, and now in this final crescendo, in the terminal descent of t...	2	21	36,865
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	[deleted]	1	21	36,866
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	Cold, that was a given. His own hands felt stiff and raw, so it was little surprise that her body felt the same. As always, regret and guilt swelled in the remnants of his conscience, only to fade away beneath the torrent of voices that filled his mind. But what he didn't expect, what he'd never encountered before, wa...	1	21	36,867
[WP] In your signature style, describe a dead body or a corpse.	On difficult days like this he liked to stroll through the woods and listen to the songs only Mother Nature could sing. Unfortunately, today wasn’t as peaceful as he hoped. There at the edge of the shallow stream laid a topless, supine figure, with its head underwater. He stared at it trying to process what was before ...	1	21	36,868
[WP] A genie tells the story of the worst wish he's ever granted.	Martin slammed his empty glass down on the table and signaled to the bartender for another one. At The Lampshade Bar where the genies could gather and share their stories, and maybe even wake up in another lamp, Martin was on the verge of being blackout drunk. "Hey man, take it easy. That's your seventh one, alright?"...	12	27	36,869
[WP] A genie tells the story of the worst wish he's ever granted.	Being a genie, you learn a lot about people's desires. Everyone wants something, but most of them need some help to achieve it. That's where I come in. I'm the guy you go to when you have a dream you desire and no means to achieve it. Everyone knows the rules, of course. You can't wish for money, you can't wish for ...	27	27	36,870
[WP] A genie tells the story of the worst wish he's ever granted.	(I love this prompt!)=D PART ONE - Genie's don't keep regular schedules. Often by the end of a weekend, a genie's wish user has burned through the wishes and the Genie is free until it picks up the next job. And they hate being bothered when they are off the clock. That's why maybe on an overcast Monday, while stor...	11	27	36,871
[WP] A genie tells the story of the worst wish he's ever granted.	Genies do not often get a chance to demonstrate the raw power of their magic. This was abundantly clear to me when the opportunity arose. Because if they did, then there would be no Genies left. It was just like any other day, I was in my lamp without a care in the world, seeking to trick a traveller. I always enjo...	1	27	36,872
[WP] A genie tells the story of the worst wish he's ever granted.	It was quiet in the darkness of the lamp. I lay there in silence it was a long day, and I let the mists swirl within me. Another beautification project, none of the kids these days wanted intelligence or wisdom, they only wanted double D's or a muscle job. I needed to move. Maybe just one more job. I could go to Alaska...	1	27	36,873
[WP]A group of heroes from a popular MMO sit around a campfire telling stories and slowly start to realize there's some strange similarities between them...	Vorsa took a deep breath as the world faded to black around her. It would return; it always did when the teleportation spell ended. Still, she'd never quite felt comfortable with it. Magic was natural, the core of the world from which all else sprung, but the sensations of teleporting felt wrong somehow, artificial. T...	12	20	36,874
[WP]A group of heroes from a popular MMO sit around a campfire telling stories and slowly start to realize there's some strange similarities between them...	Forgive the typos, loopholes, and inconsistencies. This was a stream-of-consciousness kind of thing that veered pretty far off MMOs John struggled to catch his breath with beads of sweat falling from his 40-year-old brow as he looked up. The other Johns cheerfully clapped as he recovered from the 40 pushups he just ...	1	20	36,875
[WP] Every year, on his or her sixteenth birthday, one person is allowed to enter the Compound	"Are you ready?" My father asked me, a look of concern masking his face. "Y-yeah." I sighed, looking at the giant metal doors of the Compound. "I think i'm ready, dad." I turned to the doors, and slowly began walking towards it. My legs were shaking, my forehead was sweating bombs. A crowd of people surrounded us, ...	4	4	36,876
[WP] Every year, on his or her sixteenth birthday, one person is allowed to enter the Compound	He looked up at the giant heavy doors. They were covered in runes and drawings from past generations. He arrived, as instructed, wearing simple white clothing. No shoes, no jewelry, and nothing from this time period. Upon his arrival, he was greeted by his father and mother, as well as the high priest. He approached th...	2	4	36,877
[WP] Trying to make their mark in the galaxy from the eyes of four villains.	One wanted power He wanted to rule It wouldn't be easy He wasn't a fool He worked and he fought To be the greatest of men And when he would fall He'd start over again Two wanted fame He wanted to be known When people looked up They'd see him all alone He didn't care how ...	1	2	36,878
A wizard goes to the dentist. Leaving with a numbed mouth, he must confront his nemesis without the ability to speak his incantations correctly.	The Great Wizard Paradox stood between Rodrom the Black and the group of Chinese tourists he swore to protect. It was a scene that has happened many times before. If it were to stick with the script, Paradox would end Rodom's reign of terror on the innocent foreigners with only the quiet mumblings of a powerful incanta...	2	3	36,879
A wizard goes to the dentist. Leaving with a numbed mouth, he must confront his nemesis without the ability to speak his incantations correctly.	The second I heard his voice I knew I was in trouble, the minute vibrations in the air that signalled the magic flowing through it like a lightning bolt through water made me leap to my left, I turned as I dove and saw him behind me. His glowwing yellow eyes haunting in the low light of evening, one of his bony hands e...	2	3	36,880
A wizard goes to the dentist. Leaving with a numbed mouth, he must confront his nemesis without the ability to speak his incantations correctly.	Hello, Your post has been removed as it is not tagged correctly. Posts must be prefixed with a tag to be approved. To tag a post, type in the two letter tag in square brackets somewhere in your post (for example, `[WP]`). Please repost your prompt with the correct tag. (This is an automated message.)	1	3	36,881
[WP] Two people have guns to each others' heads. What are they talking about and who pulls the trigger first (if someone actually does)?	His glare was barely visible around the shape of his first, and the hard metallic lines of the gun he held to my forehead. I found myself idly wondering if he saw the same thing, or if the nearly identical pistol I held to his head offered him a better view of me. "Do you understand yet? " iI heard his voice almos...	3	10	36,882
[WP] Two people have guns to each others' heads. What are they talking about and who pulls the trigger first (if someone actually does)?	"Kirk." "Han." "Seriously, Kirk." "No way. Han." "Kirk!" "Han!" "KIRK!" "HAN!" "KIRK!" "HAN!" Kablam! Thud. Thud. Clatter.	1	10	36,883
[WP] Two people have guns to each others' heads. What are they talking about and who pulls the trigger first (if someone actually does)?	"It's for my little girl, man. J-just hand it over." His hand shook. The barrel of his gun was resting on my temple and betrayed his nerves with every word. I can't help wonder if he noticed the same from me. "Sh-she's sick, I just want her to enjoy one last thing." I looked down at the vacant freezer, it was nearl...	1	10	36,884
[WP] Two people have guns to each others' heads. What are they talking about and who pulls the trigger first (if someone actually does)?	"You're never what I expect." He says while shaking his head and slightly chuckling. "Obviously, you're exactly what I expect." I retort. We are standing in my living room with our guns pointed at the center of each other's foreheads. He has a Glock, all black and businesslike, while I have my old Colt revolver. We ...	2	10	36,885
[FF] Under 300 words, make a good story with a Shyamalan Twist.	[deleted]	3	5	36,886
[FF] Under 300 words, make a good story with a Shyamalan Twist.	I'm not sure I understand what a "Shyamalan Twist" is, my understanding at the moment is: The story leads you to believe one thing, and then a twist at the end reverses that belief.. is that literally it?	1	5	36,887
[FF] Under 300 words, make a good story with a Shyamalan Twist.	"So, you and your new friend don't get along very well?" "Not really, no." "Why do you keep talking to them, then?" "They talk to me, I don't want them to say nasty things..." "What kind of nasty things?" "That I'm nasty or a liar..." "Are you a liar?" "I... No." "Are you sure?" "I s...	6	5	36,888
[FF] Under 300 words, make a good story with a Shyamalan Twist.	All that OP wanted was a twist. Just one little twist. Who really knows why? Maybe OP is a huge fan of the shock. After all, we've all fallen victim to them before. The first time you don't expect it, and it freaks your mind. From here on, you think huge plot twists are the best. You grow to expect plot twists, and it...	1	5	36,889
[FF] Under 300 words, make a good story with a Shyamalan Twist.	The fall was fast. Time did not slow like the tall tells tell it would. There were no visions of the past to flash before his eyes, or even a moment of regret before the end. He fell not knowing where he would go, only knowing he would be leaving the vast wasteland that the earth had become. It was over. Just a jump, a...	1	5	36,890
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[WP] "Not since the accident."	[deleted]	3	3	36,892
[WP] Adult M or F that has to tell their Significant Other and family, that instead of graduating this sememster like they thought, he/she has actually failed out of college.	Scenario A) I failed out of college. I spent too much time exploring what it means to be independent and I failed. I'm going to take a year off on academic probation, get a job, and give it another try next year. Scenario B) I failed out of college. I tried, I attended classes, but it's just not for me. I don't f...	2	4	36,893
[WP] They force us to keep the secret, claiming the world is not ready. Yet they never say when the world will be.	[deleted]	1	4	36,894
[WP] They force us to keep the secret, claiming the world is not ready. Yet they never say when the world will be.	Once we had thought them gods, all-knowing and all-powerful and all-loving. Now we have grown older, wiser, stronger, and know they are all-fearing. We will not wait for them. They are old, and we will not succumb to their hands reaching to stop us. The world will never be ready. There is no point in waiting for the wo...	1	4	36,895
[WP] - Luck has been scientifically proven to exist. The luck of all people, animals and objects is quantifiable and measurable.	Rebecca sat down in one of the Institute's many small, featureless rooms. The scientist brought in the test, laying it out on the table before her. "Just take this," she told the young woman, "shake it a few times, then follow the instructions." With that, she left. Rebecca did as she was told and released the cube on...	3	72	36,896
[WP] - Luck has been scientifically proven to exist. The luck of all people, animals and objects is quantifiable and measurable.	The girl behind the desk glanced up and smiled at me. It seemed a friendly smile, but I'd been trying to catch her eye. Perhaps she was thinking "Why is he staring at me?" Her long, flowing blonde hair and big green eyes certainly make her beautiful. I wondered if she knows. If wondered if she knows how lucky she ...	30	72	36,897
[WP] - Luck has been scientifically proven to exist. The luck of all people, animals and objects is quantifiable and measurable.	"Bloody journalists!" Ian could hear Danielle shouting from the other room. He wondered what she was going to throw at the TV this time. He hoped it was something light, like a magazine. He heard a crash. Nope, that sounded suspiciously like a mug. He wandered into the living room. "Are you alright, dear?" he asked ...	5	72	36,898
[WP] - Luck has been scientifically proven to exist. The luck of all people, animals and objects is quantifiable and measurable.	I broke into a cold sweat as the clock ticked by. Everyone lies on their resume, my roommate had said. Just make one up, no one will notice. And so, with false confidence, I added the final line to the page: Luck Quotient: 89.8. It was a good score, but not so good as to be unbelievable. I could just as easily...	15	72	36,899

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