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[WP] You gave them a chance. They just didn't take it. | I watched them, huddled in the corner of a dirty, messy room with mud floors and wooden walls. They were three: one girl who couldn't be older than 10 and two young boys of about five. They were all dressed in rags and looking about as scared and terrified as I felt.
The sword felt heavy in my hand. Never before have... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 39,600 |
[WP] You gave them a chance. They just didn't take it. | His patience ebbs. The sun sets, and Joe looks out his window at the reddening vista. A city of lies and forgotten promises, he nearly spits as he curses the ground. Joe was a single father, a struggling one at that, and he hadn't been on a date since his wife died. Tonight was the night he had hoped to reintroduce him... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 39,601 |
[WP] You gave them a chance. They just didn't take it. | Our Maori guide was tall and confident, strong and sure. Even with a few extra pounds from middle age on him, he easily fit the bill of a Maori warrior from the Pacific islander tribe. His given name was Warren and he boasted some modest tribal tattoos on his upper left brow, enough to show his proud heritage but not... | 1 | 0 | 8 | 39,602 |
[WP] Next to every good Superhero rests a cunning sidekick, and in front of every smart Supervillain, a capable henchman. | WIP (I might not be able to work on it tonight, as I have finals to study for)
The Eye; once a down-on-his luck detective turned into a super detective with x-ray vision and extraordinary deduction and foresight. He solves crime by day or night, hiding his identity behind a mask of the all-seeing eye to represent hi... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 39,603 |
[WP] The internal monologue of a woman killed by her husband. | Mouth agape, face reddened, my husband knelt before me as he picked up my head only to set it back down shortly thereafter. He brought his hands before his eyes, no doubt hoping the blood he knew to be there was but a mirage, a trick of the brain.
Indeed it was not.
I watched him sit down in a state of shock, lookin... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 39,604 |
[WP] A young child encounters a strange lifeform. Her new friend introduces itself as Curiosity. | Molly was far different from the other kids. She never enjoyed owning things. All she owned was a cat and a few tools.
She did not own parents. They died long ago. And so did the cat, one night, in a mysterious way.
Molly couldn't feel worse. She took her beloved cat's corpse across the field she lived in and found a... | 6 | 0 | 10 | 39,605 |
[WP] A young child encounters a strange lifeform. Her new friend introduces itself as Curiosity. | "What *are* you?" the little girl asked, both frightened and intrigued by the strange creature.
"Curiosity," he said, as if it was common knowledge.
"Well, what did you *do* to it? Why has it stopped hissing?" she responded, pointing to a bloody heap not far from where they both stood.
"I killed the cat," Curiosity ... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 39,606 |
[PM] Having a Little Writer's Block. Would Appreciate something to get me Going. | Your best friend is dating the girl/guy you love. Make them break up. | 2 | 0 | 2 | 39,607 |
[PM] Having a Little Writer's Block. Would Appreciate something to get me Going. | I've already posted this, but:
In ____B.C a group of veteran Egyptian fisherman and hunters attempt to take the biggest haul of their lives- a leviathan. | 1 | 0 | 2 | 39,608 |
[PM] Having a Little Writer's Block. Would Appreciate something to get me Going. | I thought of two good prompts that fit the "dark" prerequisite:
Option 1: One of your closest friends utterly betrays you, and now you finally have the opportunity to confront him/her. What do you do, say, and feel?
Option 2: After a great deal of effort towards a lifetime goal, you have realized that there is no ... | 1 | 0 | 2 | 39,609 |
[PM] Having a Little Writer's Block. Would Appreciate something to get me Going. | Hey calpollion, this post is being removed because as per the sidebar rules:
>[PM] Only post these if you intend on responding to a few within six hours of posting, otherwise it will be removed.
Be sure to leave some time to respond if you plan on trying again in the future! | 1 | 0 | 2 | 39,610 |
[WP] A family in a small farming town has been keeping a secret for generations. It is your 16th birthday. After the party ends and everyone goes home, your father brings a box down from the attic. While the sun is setting, he brings you to the porch in back to finally reveal what it is. | Saving. | -1 | 0 | 14 | 39,611 |
[WP] A family in a small farming town has been keeping a secret for generations. It is your 16th birthday. After the party ends and everyone goes home, your father brings a box down from the attic. While the sun is setting, he brings you to the porch in back to finally reveal what it is. | "Here son, a golden dildo." | 2 | 0 | 14 | 39,612 |
[WP] A family in a small farming town has been keeping a secret for generations. It is your 16th birthday. After the party ends and everyone goes home, your father brings a box down from the attic. While the sun is setting, he brings you to the porch in back to finally reveal what it is. | The night is beginning to come to life with the lazy thrum of frogs and lightning bugs. I stretch languidly, my belly still full of cake and making it known it's run out of room. I blink rapidly, shaking off my stupor, and refocus my attention on the weathered face of the man sitting across from me.
He's being so seri... | 6 | 0 | 14 | 39,613 |
[WP] A family in a small farming town has been keeping a secret for generations. It is your 16th birthday. After the party ends and everyone goes home, your father brings a box down from the attic. While the sun is setting, he brings you to the porch in back to finally reveal what it is. | "What is it dad?" I asked, eyeing the box, bound with golden ribbon, and engraved with ancient runes. My Dad had never given me anything, he said that there was only one thing he had to give, so i was exited, ecstatic even, to discover what lay inside the mysterious box.
My dad looked at the box for a while, then look... | 2 | 0 | 14 | 39,614 |
[WP] The aftermath of the fight between the last people on Earth, of which only one person has survived. | This wasn't a war. Hell, it didn't even count as a battle. Wars and battles are things that happen for the greater good. WWI was fought to protect Europe. WWII was fought to protect ourselves and our allies. Vietnam was fought to right the wrong. And the cold war was fought, in a sense, to keep world peace just by havi... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 39,615 |
[WP] A man knows exactly when he will die. Today is the day it happens. | *Dear Journal,*
*I am writing to you today because it is what I have done every day since the day we met. My love, I tell you this, there has never been a day where I haven't thought about you constantly when we were apart. The intimacy between us is so permanent and loving, and I hope that I have left an equally grea... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 39,616 |
[WP] A man knows exactly when he will die. Today is the day it happens. | My arm feels heavy, my watch is weighing me down. I look at the mocking face, stare at the dancing arms.
The date is correct. Time, maybe it's off by a few seconds, a minute if i'm lucky.
No one in my situation would consider themselves lucky.
The arms keep moving regardless of my wishes. I force myself to look away... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 39,617 |
[WP] A man knows exactly when he will die. Today is the day it happens. | Philip Nielsen, 78, an older man, his family has all passed on or forgotten about him. For the last sixty years he has known that his life will end on this day. He was lying in bed looking out his window. The sky was exactly like he was shown. He knew all the details of his death, but the sky is what he remembered mos... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 39,618 |
[WP] A man knows exactly when he will die. Today is the day it happens. | I didn't think I'd be even able to sleep. I just wanted to rest my eyes. I didn't want to sleep. How could I? I had one day left to live. Yet, I somehow nodded off shortly after midnight.
I jolted myself awake, immediately remembering it was my last day. I probably should have been upset, but I was more refreshe... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 39,619 |
[WP] a set of writings from a soldier as his defensive position and his battalion are attacked by unknown creatures | **Day 1**
I have appended a copy of General Order 17753 to this recording, which I state for the recorder is confirmation that soldiers who hold a commission will keep a journal while on operations for the purposes of knowledge transfer.
Since Independence, we've had concerns about what's going on North of the Border... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 39,620 |
[WP] a set of writings from a soldier as his defensive position and his battalion are attacked by unknown creatures | October 10th, 1806
Dearest Helga,
I’m sorry that I left so suddenly, but as God is my witness I cannot simply stand by and let that Corsican get away with this. Does he seek to legitimize his absurd claim at being an emperor by disposing a real one? Francis II is the only emperor in Europe no matter what those French ... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 39,621 |
[CW] The Story where the first thing a character says is "This is my Magic. Kneel Before it." | "This is my Magic. Kneel before it."
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"Pull up your pants, Mr. Johnson." | 6 | 0 | 6 | 39,622 |
[CW] The Story where the first thing a character says is "This is my Magic. Kneel Before it." | "This is my Magic!" said the teacher playing in the school fair. He stuck his wand into his unzippered pants and began thrusting at the crowd. "Kneel before it!"
The crowd was shocked. One of the parents dropped the tablet they were using it to film, previously holding it like some kind of talisman and now scrambling ... | 0 | 0 | 6 | 39,623 |
[WP] The character is about to commit suicide, but is offered three wishes. | "Hey there, Mark."
The short stocky man jumped in the air, higher than a man his weight should have been able to. He turned to face the voice, aiming his glasses in the direction. "Who's there!"
A deep voiced rumble sounded from one of the shadowed corners. From it, a tall brown-skinned man emerged. He was wearing a ... | 11 | 0 | 11 | 39,624 |
[WP] The character is about to commit suicide, but is offered three wishes. | Dropping the phone on the ground, Daniel thought about what he was about to do. It was only five minutes since he and his long-time girlfriend broke up over the phone, and he could not take it anymore. So much time had gone into this, into doing something so simple as ending a life. It was no big deal, he kept trying t... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 39,625 |
[WP] The character is about to commit suicide, but is offered three wishes. | [deleted] | 7 | 0 | 11 | 39,626 |
[WP] The character is about to commit suicide, but is offered three wishes. | The gun began to feel heavier the longer he held it. The denim from his jeans were beginning to rub his knees raw from kneeling. He had no idea how long he'd been sitting here.
The pulsing he felt in his temples against the barrel of the .22 was all he could focus on at the moment. Finally peace was coming.
"Hey! Hey... | 4 | 0 | 11 | 39,627 |
[WP] The character is about to commit suicide, but is offered three wishes. | I looked over the bridge to the water far below. I've jumped from shorter bridges before. That was fun. I figured this would be a good death. Ride the wind. Nice and quick ending. They say from this height you die instantly.
"You'll miss out."
I turn around. A slight Arab man is looking at me. I looked at him oddly.... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 39,628 |
[WP] Write an argument/opinion which sounds idiotic and/or misinformed when it's read normally, but sounds very reasonable when it's read in that fake voice people use when paraphrasing people they dislike. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 7 | 39,629 |
[WP] The horrors of the Russian "monkey army experiment" in the eyes of a German spy that's infiltrated it. | The following are letter's of a spy who got clearance in Russian research centres, categorised in chronological order.
Entry #128
I managed to infiltrate USSR's Research Team, I was assigned head of Human Resources Department. Like every other department, its goal is to give an edge against Führer. More specific... | 4 | 0 | 15 | 39,630 |
[WP] The horrors of the Russian "monkey army experiment" in the eyes of a German spy that's infiltrated it. | Day 39
The Russian's plans to use brainwashing on the chimps has proven fruitful. The animals are learning very quickly, although they're being deprived of food and sleep so things have been getting increasingly volatile at the training facility. The chimps were taught how to disarm an enemy today, but the method they... | 5 | 0 | 15 | 39,631 |
[WP] The horrors of the Russian "monkey army experiment" in the eyes of a German spy that's infiltrated it. | I want you to write some backstory for the narrator. Specifically, I want to know how he knows the knew the motion to tear a man`s penis off before the experiment started. | 2 | 0 | 15 | 39,632 |
[WP]Write a story twice. Once as the character is going trough it, a second time when (s)he is remembering it, years later. | I fell forward, my hands still caught in my sleeves and no way to protect myself. I felt ill, I knew this would hurt as the stairs loomed towards me. The first blow hit my ribs and I genuinely thought I would die. My body hurtled down the stairs with my face burning against the carpet. I hit my head against the bottom ... | 3 | 0 | 13 | 39,633 |
[WP]Write a story twice. Once as the character is going trough it, a second time when (s)he is remembering it, years later. | I kinda followed the instructions in an unorthodox way- there's one story but a present element and a remembering old times element.
Enjoy.
"Ow!", Ted screamed. He had just been hit by a baseball in his right arm. He knew it was coming, too. It was the bottom of the first, not a crucial moment in the game, but there ... | 1 | 0 | 13 | 39,634 |
[WP]Write a story twice. Once as the character is going trough it, a second time when (s)he is remembering it, years later. | Let me tell you of one of my fondest memories.
When I was 4, since my mom was a single mother trying to feed two boys, I was in a daycare, and a man came in and checked me out of the daycare for a field trip.
We were poor, and even then I recall that when he took me to the local Mom and Pop's Grill, it was a magnifi... | 1 | 0 | 13 | 39,635 |
[WP] What if Death found a reason to live? | Death could not be defeated. He simply *couldn't* be. Death himself found himself a bit shocked at the situation as well. This little, feeble child had managed to break him. He'd taken hundreds of millions of children, but this one he couldn't seem to bring himself to take. She was nothing more than a sad, lonely girl ... | 18 | 0 | 19 | 39,636 |
[WP] What if Death found a reason to live? | It is, under the right circumstances and with strong willpower, rather easy to detach oneself from something to which one is not already connected. This I learnt through the pesky subjectivity of personal experience, spread out over … goodness, how long has it been now? Fifty thousand years? A hundred? Not even the hum... | 2 | 0 | 19 | 39,637 |
[WP] What if Death found a reason to live? | A young woman lay on a bed, eyes closed but not really closed. To the family surrounding her, she was asleep; her husband sat with a hand in hers, face haggard.
A young boy lay curled up next to her, nestled in close and making the hospital gown on her rustle every time he shifted. He had refused to leave.
Marie look... | 2 | 0 | 19 | 39,638 |
[WP] What if Death found a reason to live? | ((Author's Note: with all respect, i carried on a bit long. This is the first part, the second to be found in the first comment. I wish you all a wonderful night.))
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"I'm, ah, dreadfully sorry, you *what*?"
The teller peered over neatly stacked paper of thr... | 2 | 0 | 19 | 39,639 |
[WP] What if Death found a reason to live? | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 19 | 39,640 |
[WP] What if Death found a reason to live? | I think it'd be cool if Death found a reason to live, but it was because he got addicted to crystal meth and he heard that living made it better. | 3 | 0 | 19 | 39,641 |
[WP] What if Death found a reason to live? | Death had been getting lazy these past few centuries. That's the bottom line here, ever since the age of exploration Deaths job got easier as being able to recruit minions to do his job was his most ideal option. Now that his work had become a well oiled machine Death, simply wandered about his world alone. It wasn't a... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 39,642 |
[WP] What if Death found a reason to live? | Many have asked me why I did it. I could go into more details, but I'll keep it simple.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I couldn't take carrying away the countless souls, hardly different from one another, that slaughtered each other by the thousands in pointless wars. I couldn't take watching babies cry out their last b... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 39,643 |
[WP] What if Death found a reason to live? | ##"The Collector"
"Lovely day, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, Joanne," I said without looking back at her, as I sat on the park bench during a day that was cloudy without managing to be gloomy. I stared out at the park, watching the cold, rushing wind blast the long, uncut grass back like so many strands of green hair. Out o... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 39,644 |
[WP] Write about what you're feeling at the moment and make it into a story. | Maybe a little off topic, but I wanted to write this and this was the closet writing prompt I could find at the time.
Manipulate. The word rolls off my tongue as I arrange and rearrange the numbers, variables, and symbols presented before me. A tome of a book, bound in cardboard with a simple cover design being thwart... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 39,645 |
[WP] Write about what you're feeling at the moment and make it into a story. | I tried to write them into setting and use them subtly.
Under the languid moon, black water lapped cobalt-blue in mercurial flashes against a wooden row boat tied to a pier. Coils of hemp lay wound in salt spoiled flemishes and under the night sky, its ribs and skin attested to a life of neglect under days of timber t... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 39,646 |
[WP] Write about what you're feeling at the moment and make it into a story. | What is it?
Trying to put a word to it proves to be difficult. Is it a need? No, nothing so strong. What about a whim? No. It's more than that. A desire then. No... or maybe. But it can't be described by something so mundane. To say that it's a desire is to belittle its ambiguity, to oversimply its complexity and to... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 39,647 |
[WP] Write about what you're feeling at the moment and make it into a story. | Well, I don’t really know anymore
It’s not that I don’t care. Maybe I don’t though. Apathy has always been a friend of mine. Dealing with the absurd – the wrong – and the unknown has never been a pastime. Only a haunting obsession.
Although, it has been a long while since the last time I thought of the darkness and ... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 39,648 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | "I thought about killing myself again yesterday. I don't know, I felt so terrible when I got off work. Just really alone and-"
"You know most suicide attempts are non-fatal."
"I, uh, no, I guess didn't know that."
"That's right, most people are perfectly fine afterwards. Better, actually, because their friends an... | 181 | 0 | 361 | 39,649 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | He stared down at the ripped slip of paper. He sat silently for a few minutes, just staring. For the first time in twenty years, his eye twitched.
Just then, the door opened. A middle-aged lady walked in, and sat down before the man gets a chance to say anything.
"I don't know what to do anymore! Robert, everyone aro... | 59 | 0 | 361 | 39,650 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | [deleted] | 10 | 0 | 361 | 39,651 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | *Psychiatrist. A psychologist is not a licensed physician, even though their roles overlap. | 4 | 0 | 361 | 39,652 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | He had it all, yet he was still weak.
Handsome. Fit. A star athlete. Now look at him, dressed in the suit he was going to wear to Prom, hands folded ever so gently. He looks just as handsome in death, how unfair. I hear his mother crying, his father's silent sobs as he holds her from behind. They don't outwardly say a... | 8 | 0 | 361 | 39,653 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | [deleted] | 6 | 0 | 361 | 39,654 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | The appointment was about to begin. Dr. Hesketh's office had become strangely familiar to Gavin, in a way that was almost homely. Before the first visit, it was imagined as a sort of sanctuary which housed a wise sage, who would make everything alright again. It's been so long since then, the weekly meetings are just p... | 19 | 0 | 361 | 39,655 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | A man, in need of help, goes to see a psychologist. His life is hard and full of suffering and medicine has all but helped. "My life is hard", said the man. "It's true that life is not easy", replied the psychologist. The man, having heard this before, felt no better or worse. "It is not the same. My wife was crooked a... | 2 | 0 | 361 | 39,656 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 361 | 39,657 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | [deleted] | 8 | 0 | 361 | 39,658 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 361 | 39,659 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 361 | 39,660 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 361 | 39,661 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | The two men had decided to meet at the Wendy's in 5th street to talk business . A crowded street with beggars in sidewalks , prostitutes against the walls , and gangsters posted up on the street corners. Time flew as both men discussed and tried to come to an agreement.
"I want five." Julz demanded coldly.
"If yo... | 3 | 0 | 361 | 39,662 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | True psychopaths are *subtle.*
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I swept my hair behind my shoulder and exhaled, hard. "I really don't know, Dr Graves. Some days I wake up in bed and I just lie there thinking about... stuff. My family, my grades, my future... everything seems grey and us... | 3 | 0 | 361 | 39,663 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 361 | 39,664 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 361 | 39,665 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | This is literally an episode of Dexter. | 7 | 0 | 361 | 39,666 |
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[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 361 | 39,668 |
[WP] A serial killer becomes a licensed psychologist and kills his victims by slowly getting them to consider suicide. | "Bruce? Dr. Kuhr will see you now. Bruce?"
"Hm? Oh, I’m sorry, I must have drifted off. Thank you."
Absentmindedly, Bruce walked into the office. When he looked up, he was perplexed. Rather than the stereotypical psychologist’s office- bookcases lining the walls, old-fashioned mahogany furniture scattered throughout ... | 5 | 0 | 361 | 39,669 |
[IP] Two-lane blacktop, straight as a string, and sixty miles long. | It's been three hours.
I can feel the skin on my face and neck and scalp stinging from the sun's kiss. A new blister blooms on my heel. It's my fifth so far, born (as the others) as a product of sweaty cotton rubbing against sweatier skin.
Counting them helps pass the time.
I debate resting, again, but where woul... | 4 | 0 | 9 | 39,670 |
[IP] Two-lane blacktop, straight as a string, and sixty miles long. | "Yeah, this'll do."
"You sure about this?"
"Sure, I'm sure", I wiped the sweat off my brow and squinted in the sun. "You really need to get the AC fixed in this thing."
Chris looked offended. "Well, it got you from point A to point B, didn't it? Where are we, anyway?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm stepping out."
I walk... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 39,671 |
[IP] Two-lane blacktop, straight as a string, and sixty miles long. | Might be a bit cliché by OP’s standards, but some constructive criticism would be appreciated.
The blistering sun beating down on the hood of my car only served to dramatize that moment in my head. The silver paint reflected the rays back into my eyes but dark sunglasses shielded me from. In the distance, the red bro... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 39,672 |
[MP] Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes, then watch them drift away | *I took some liberties, I hope you don't mind*
"What have I done?" he asked me, over the phone. He wasn't one for tears, so getting a call from him at this hour in this state was more than a little shocking.
"Please, Didi." I used my pet name for him. "You're not all bad."
"Yes I am!" Didi cried. "Everything I touch... | 2 | 0 | 15 | 39,673 |
[MP] Hold the hand of your best friend, look into their eyes, then watch them drift away | I can hear sobbing coming from the room over. I came over here on a hunch. Just a gut feeling something was wrong. Trying the door it’s locked. “Mariah!” I shout. “Please! Open the door!” All I hear is more sobbing. “Please!” I shout again. My voice becoming less stable. Panic slowly creeping into it. “Just go away L... | 2 | 0 | 15 | 39,674 |
"I didn't know who else to call.." | "Charlie.......I didn't know who else to call...." the girl's voice was quivering on the phone. Charlie, or "Chuck", as he always preferred, stiffened on the back of his 2002 Dyna. It was a voice he would always recognize, though he hadn't heard it for nearly 10 years. "Caitlin?! How in the hell....." "Don't worry abou... | 1 | 0 | 15 | 39,675 |
"I didn't know who else to call.." | Strange how you can never seem to find a ringing phone while in the middle of a TV show. "Yes, hello?" I said quickly trying not to sound too annoyed. "Yes, hello? Jack, its Sam Creston. I work for you and I need your help." an alien voice answered. I had never heard his name in my life. "How did you get my number?" I ... | 1 | 0 | 15 | 39,676 |
"I didn't know who else to call.." | “I didn't know who else to call...” The girl was weeping. He didn't like seeing people cry.
“You made the right decision” The large bearded man hefted his cleaver skyward, and after a brief pause, brought it slamming down hard, cleanly slicing the sausage into two nearly equal halves. He took a deep breath as he slowl... | 9 | 0 | 15 | 39,677 |
"I didn't know who else to call.." | As the phone rang in his ear just a little too long, and that same cheery voice came on politely asking to leave a message, his insides trembled. Closing his eyes, breathing deep the cool night air. A full moon shining down on him, he steeled himself.
"Hey, Jennifer. It's Sam. Look, I know it's been a long time since ... | 3 | 0 | 15 | 39,678 |
"I didn't know who else to call.." | Might not necessarily include "I didn't know who else to call.." but has the same "You're my last resort" basis.
THE DAY BEFORE:
It was a nice morning. You know, the happy kind of morning. The kind of morning where you wake up and you can actually smell the air, the kind of smell that wafts from the warm air you’ve b... | 1 | 0 | 15 | 39,679 |
"I didn't know who else to call.." | "I didn't know who else to call." My voice is firm despite my quivering clammy hands. Everyone turns around and faces me, their faces contorted in surprise...some in anger. A raspy cough escapes the groom's side, cutting the tenuous silence. In the following nanosecond I apologize and sit down, hanging my head in embar... | 2 | 0 | 15 | 39,680 |
"I didn't know who else to call.." | Ella didn't know what she was doing in that phone booth. She had a cell phone-- just like every other sixteen year old girl.
She sat back down on the uncomfortably hard plastic chair. She picked up the clipboard and stared down at the questions. She had filled out half already. She answered the easy ones.
"Have you... | 5 | 0 | 15 | 39,681 |
"I didn't know who else to call.." | "I didn't know who else to call.." the old lady trembled. "I just don't know what to do! It's ruining my library!"
The policeman and the firefighter looked at each other and shrugged. Books flew off the shelves in a torrent and tornado of malevolent destruction. Officer Tom and his buddy, the firefighter (named Rick) ... | 2 | 0 | 15 | 39,682 |
"I didn't know who else to call.." | John slowly massaged his temple. The constant stabbing headache had receded to a dull thud every few minutes. He looked at the wall clock to his right, just ten more minutes
until his shift ended. Two more calls, maybe three if a sales side call came over by mistake. He no longer cared about the cross-sell/up-sell targ... | 1 | 0 | 15 | 39,683 |
[WP] Write about a friendly situation between two people that somehow results in one having to kill the other. | "Merry Christmas, Gerry!"
"Frohe Weihnachten, Tommy!" a German sergeant walked towards me, his right hand outstretched. I took his hand, and we exchanged smiles.
"Up top, boys!" I shouted and heads popped up out of the trench, one by one. Gerry did the same and his soldiers walked onto No-Man's-Land. Guns were disba... | 3 | 0 | 5 | 39,684 |
[WP]While swimming, your protagonist goes underwater only to emerge in a completely different place from where they started | “Don't swim too deep,” my mother would shout from the dock, far enough from the water that I could barely hear her. “You might end up in China!” It was her favourite way to remind me to be safe; looking back, it was also the clearest way she had to express her fear of losing me, her need to keep me on the right side of... | 11 | 0 | 27 | 39,685 |
[WP]While swimming, your protagonist goes underwater only to emerge in a completely different place from where they started | Naturally, I went out of my way to pick the tallest, sheerest cliff face of the coastline. I figured that this was to be my final chance to finally do something right in my life. I was ultimately a failure throughout my whole life. I couldn't even support my father enough to get him through his addiction. I always blam... | 1 | 0 | 27 | 39,686 |
[WP]While swimming, your protagonist goes underwater only to emerge in a completely different place from where they started | "Okay class, if you'll turn to page two-hundred thirty-six, we're going to examine the Dutch legend of Jurgen de Witte, a sixteenth century sailor said to have..."
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Jurgen tugged with everything he had on the rope, but even with the other sailors helping it still wouldn't give. The storm had come up on them so... | 3 | 0 | 27 | 39,687 |
[WP]While swimming, your protagonist goes underwater only to emerge in a completely different place from where they started | I'm swimming for it, I have to make it to the beach to cover before the machine gun fire gets me. I thought when I signed up I'd have the chance to be a hero, not target practice for the Jerry's. I heard these beaches used to be beautiful too bad it's become a war zone.
I'm almost to shore I see the flashes of the mac... | 4 | 0 | 27 | 39,688 |
[WP]While swimming, your protagonist goes underwater only to emerge in a completely different place from where they started | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 27 | 39,689 |
[WP]While swimming, your protagonist goes underwater only to emerge in a completely different place from where they started | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 27 | 39,690 |
[WP]While swimming, your protagonist goes underwater only to emerge in a completely different place from where they started | 1.
“This beach is beautiful,” she said, her short hair bouncing in the breeze.
“Isn’t it?” he replied, his calloused hands gently caressing her shoulders.
“And to think, the whole world is out there, millions of beaches like this,”
“And we’re to see them all, it won’t be like last time,”
She smiled at him, ki... | 1 | 0 | 27 | 39,691 |
[WP]While swimming, your protagonist goes underwater only to emerge in a completely different place from where they started | Frothing water that bit cold,
there were hundreds of us that at the prompt of a whistle ran laughing into the all but frozen lake.
A polar dip of this size made for grand memories.
my brother Isaac and I had jokingly trained for the annual plunge by fitting ourselves into the ice freezer of a gas station near our h... | 1 | 0 | 27 | 39,692 |
[IP] SteamPunk Octopus by Alex Broeckel | The battle raged for eight hours; one for each of the beast's metallic tentacles. Built of stainless steel and oil, the beast hungered not for bait and its strength could bend tackle. In the end the beast was diminished and the fight was finished. Cog by sprocket, piece by piece, one by one; the battle was done.
The l... | 2 | 0 | 4 | 39,693 |
[WP] Write the obituary of the greatest man that ever lived. | Aloysius Chesterfield Smythe-Jones III died valiantly Monday evening after wrestling a carnivorous Octopus away from a group of infants, thus saving their lives. Smythe-Jones’ fitting end caps a long life of heroic deeds and selfless maneuvers that earned him the title “greatest man that ever lived.” He was 114.
Alo... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 39,694 |
[WP] Write the obituary of the greatest man that ever lived. | This writer regrets that he cannot call the recently deceased the greatest man that ever lived, because he has yet to be born. | 1 | 0 | 3 | 39,695 |
[IP] Write a story about how this cat's eyes became the way they are. | I've always had strange eyes; one green, the other purple. I don't know how or why it happened to me, but many in the realm think it the sign of magic. As I grew up, I was prone to attacks from the neighborhood kids, and investigating from the King's Scholars. I never showed signs of magical advancement. This kept me s... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 39,696 |
[IP] Write a story about how this cat's eyes became the way they are. | Tipsy was a normal green eyed white coat, a decent mouser, and a careful street crosser. Although born a stray he had no aversion to humans. He often let the calm-seeming ones get within ten cat-lengths of him. Urban life was not a good place for Tipsy. From a young age he hunted in the grass fields beyond the concrete... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 39,697 |
[WP] Invent the compelling back-story to a villain in a generic fantasy realm. | Every year the Brotherhood accepted only the very best. Luthor knew this as well as any other boy in the Empire, and so he begged and pleaded with his father to take him to the Choosing. His father, a simple farmer with only one son, refused. "You are too young, Luthor! Besides, I need you to help me run the farm." ... | 1 | 0 | 6 | 39,698 |
[OT] Too scared to write a story | Personally, I don't read any of the responses for prompts I want to write something for, I don't want to accidentally take any themes/take any influence from writing that's already there. It may help you not to read anything until after. | 6 | 0 | 17 | 39,699 |
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