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[WP]A military sergeant introduces his troops to, or berates their use of, a recent high-powered weapon.	[deleted]	1	10	42,900
[WP]A military sergeant introduces his troops to, or berates their use of, a recent high-powered weapon.	[deleted]	1	10	42,901
[WP]A military sergeant introduces his troops to, or berates their use of, a recent high-powered weapon.	This do-hickey here is the ARC1. This, boys, is the combined intellectual research of the world's greatest minds. This weapon shoots a bolt of lightning, that may or may not bounce off to other targets. You are one lucky maggot if you manage to get your hands on one of these. This bad boy could be outfitted with any at...	2	10	42,902
[WP]A military sergeant introduces his troops to, or berates their use of, a recent high-powered weapon.	When Sargent McKenzie shouted every bird in the training yard was apt to fly off in a fit of panic. The recruits would often watch them with envious eyes. "Private Anderson!" "Sir yes sir!" "Just what do you think you're doing?" Anderson watched as, sure enough, a flock of birds rose from where hey had been peacef...	3	10	42,903
[WP]A military sergeant introduces his troops to, or berates their use of, a recent high-powered weapon.	This is a slightly modified quote from the game Mass Effect 2, which immediately popped into my mind when I saw the prompt. I'm not sure if quotes from other sources are allowed, so if not, just tell me and I'll delete the comment: ------ -This, recruits, is a 20 kilogram ferrous slug. Feel the weight. Every five sec...	3	10	42,904
[WP]A military sergeant introduces his troops to, or berates their use of, a recent high-powered weapon.	He let out a raspy grunt as he hefted the almost comically large Pelican case out from the back of the HMMWV and dropped it, gently as he could, onto the beige plastic deck of the folding table. He traced his hands along the front of the case before stopping and with seemingly mechanical precision, released both of the...	4	10	42,905
[WP]A bullied mentally handicapped kid is suddenly given God-like powers.	George was the class bully or was it was hard to tell if the quivering mass of flesh or bone lying smashed upon the classroom floor was George. It was in his seat, George's clothes were nearby it. The noises that came from the tortured mass didn't sound Human or even animal for that matter but they conveyed pain and an...	0	0	42,906
[WP]A bullied mentally handicapped kid is suddenly given God-like powers.	Yesterday was a blur as I lay in my bed, having just woken up. I tried to remember exactly what happened yesterday, but the details were way too fuzzy. I knew the main event, though: my son was being detained in jail. I remember applying my lipstick hurriedly in preparation to catch my appointment with the police. "J...	1	0	42,907
[WP] A man invents interdimensional travel and encounters himself in a parallel dimension.	"Fucking... stupid button... set transmitters... right, right here we go." Cubert Pink swigged whisky from a crystal decanter. The screens lit up all around him, a humming deep blue, causing his unadjusted eyes to strain. He recoiled back in his chair a little. He thought, why am I doing this? And pulled back on a le...	4	7	42,908
[WP] A man invents interdimensional travel and encounters himself in a parallel dimension.	The walls shook. A low rumble permeated through the small suburban house. It was not an earthquake. Oaken picture frames rattled against their concrete walls. One popped off the wall and smacked the ground, glass shards popping out from the force. It held the image of a smiling man and woman, mouths stretched in large ...	2	7	42,909
[WP] The embodiment of an upvote has a one night stand with a personified downvote, what happens in the morning?	[deleted]	2	0	42,910
[WP] The embodiment of an upvote has a one night stand with a personified downvote, what happens in the morning?	Organgered woke up first. Groggily looking around the room, he noticed his underwear clinging to the ceiling fan. Glancing at Periwinkle he wanted to throw up. No matter how many prayers he could possibly say he realised Snoo would never forgive him for this repugnant transgression. He crawled out of the bed to get a g...	1	0	42,911
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	[deleted]	0	60	42,912
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	I sold my soul for some Bitcoin. It was the in the fall of 2012, September, if I remember correctly, late most likely, when the digital gold bug bit me. Nearly a year after the “big one,” when the price of the strange, illicit crypto-currency traded so pridefully between nerds and financial geeks had dropped from some...	48	60	42,913
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	This thread has been linked to from elsewhere on reddit. - [/r/Bitcoin] [I sold my soul for bitcoin. Cross-post from /r/writingprompts](http://np.reddit.com/r/Bitcoin/comments/251fo5/i_sold_my_soul_for_bitcoin_crosspost_from/) *^Respect ^the ^rules ^of ^reddit: ^don't ^vote ^or ^comment ^on ^linked ^threads. ^Ques...	2	60	42,914
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	[deleted]	1	60	42,915
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	[deleted]	2	60	42,916
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	[deleted]	2	60	42,917
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	Pay attention. Right now, John Travers' plane is landing at the Miami International Airport. He's coming to Miami for a business trip; its something involving stocks, I think, but that doesn't matter. He'll arrive at 10:30 AM and meet a driver who will then take him to the Hilton. He'll be placed in room 413, and h...	16	60	42,918
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	[deleted]	3	60	42,919
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	[deleted]	2	60	42,920
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	...really isn't as bad as you may think. Sure, it's different. It takes a little getting used to, but in a way it works for me. For now, at least. I can't really say I like not having a soul because I have no idea if I do or not. I don't like or dislike anything anymore. It simply is. I simply am. Being a med studen...	2	60	42,921
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	No one knows what a soul is worth. The Exchange list it at a hundred thousand currently, but the price can be as low as fifty thousand to the highest cost being close to five million, depending on the soul. What is in a soul to make the value dramatically different to change? No one can say, but I know. Religion will t...	2	60	42,922
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	Be advised there is mild gore below. Its an odd feeling to have you’re soul separated from its body. The mind wasn’t really designed to register those types of feelings. On top of that, it was one of those operations that had to be done while you were awake. There was something about going to sleep that buries the ...	2	60	42,923
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	[deleted]	1	60	42,924
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	There is no such thing as "the soul". Sadly the church saw it differently. 5 years ago this wouldn't have mattered but with the churches sudden rise to power, Declaring themselves the holy rulers of America and that damn President bowing before them allowing them to dismantle the senate and establish a dictatorship. ...	1	60	42,925
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	[deleted]	2	60	42,926
[WP] "Souls can be traded and sold, but living without one..."	"Listen man, I'm desperate." You know the old wives' tale about people who can't look you in the eye? Well, old wives are prone to making things up, especially about other people. This guy - this poor, dumb bastard - couldn't have looked me in the eye even if he'd wanted to. From head to toe he read like a cautionary...	1	60	42,927
The longer you stare in a mirror, the more you learn about your reflection. The longer you stare, the more you feel your control slipping away.	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	1	42,928
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	Jack Jones had the complexion of a leather boot and the personality of an over-brewed coffee. He almost believed it was these two qualities alone that had made him into the renowned Private Eye he was today. People couldn't care less if you could track down an adulterer or solve a grisly murder in less time than it too...	13	38	42,929
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	A duck. Why a duck? The yellow rubber little menace quivered on the ceiling, it's resilient rubber unblemished in the event that had blown it through the floor, a man's head, and firmly paste it to the red-spattered sheetrock above me. What depraved mind would stoop to such a weapon? Why kill this man- was it a mess...	2	38	42,930
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	Bullit, that's my last name. My first name is Tracey, it’s a girl’s name, but no-one teases me about it. I’m a private detective. After twenty years on the force I’d seen all this town had to offer, but that was in the past. The world wasn’t black and white to me, there were shades of grey, with occasional flashes of o...	2	38	42,931
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	I slammed my restored '67 Impala's door behind me as I stepped into the grimy night. Patrolmen had already sectioned off the scene. Gawkers flocked to the sight like starved dogs at a dead squirrel convention. I flashed my badge at the young gun posted at the borderline and ducked under the tape. The precinct chef was...	28	38	42,932
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	The smoke fell from Jack’s lips and surrounded the dwindling scotch in his glass. He looked like a broken down old pony bent over the table like he was- late for his date with the glue factory. The light came through the barroom door like judgment day as she stormed out. Jack squinted, ordered another, and tried to ...	1	38	42,933
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	[deleted]	1	38	42,934
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	3 O'clock in the morning, it's cats and dogs outside and I get the call. "10th and Vine," some muddy voice grumbles. Two days in town and already I've got eyes and ears on the street. Sometimes it pays off, being a lousy soak, drowning at the local lip wetters. I'm up in flash, dressed and out the door into ...	2	38	42,935
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	The rain was falling hard on the city, like the dreams of most of it's inhabitants. I stepped out of my car and shuffled toward the dock. Detective Chambers was already there, in mid curse as per usual. "Ahh, godammit, not now, Diggs, I don't have time for your..." "Was she killed with a lemon zester, Chalky?" I've...	2	38	42,936
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	It had rained just that morning and the man I was out to follow had come out of his small house in the shade of an old oak tree. It wasn’t difficult keeping up with him, he was a slow walker, the type who had nowhere to go and no real imperative to get there. I was caught up in a gardening dispute; the lady who hired...	1	38	42,937
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	[deleted]	1	38	42,938
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	Had it been a Thursday or Friday, Clark would have wound himself up to the point that the scene before him wouldn't have been so off-putting. This being the lord's day, Sunday brunch and cheap coffee filling his now-protruding gut, his mother's famous scrambled eggs a twinkle in his tummy, Clark wasn't ready for this. ...	1	38	42,939
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	She walked in to my office one stormy Sunday morning soaked head to toe, eyes wide as saucers, like a drowned cat ready to pounce. Everything about her might have been beautiful, she wore a red dress with hair to match, but the rain left her clothes hanging like too much skin on too little body. Something told me she ...	1	38	42,940
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	It was a night like any other, dark, lonely, and uneventful. I was finishing up the last of some paperwork from a case. Wasting time in my dingy office not wanting to go outside in that storm. It was raining cats and dogs out there. Just as I was getting ready to leave, there was a sharp bang at the door. A man charge...	1	38	42,941
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	She had hired me to find out what her husband was up to when he took all those business trips out of town. It was always business trips, every time I've taken a case like this. She was paranoid, I guess it comes with the territory, she paid only cash and insisted that no one can know of this. Suited me fine. I walk...	1	38	42,942
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	"So what the hell am I looking at here?" "We were hoping you could tell us." I looked around the hotel room with a certain amount of disdain. It was filthy. Faded and torn curtains, half drawn, only partially hid windows caked with what I could only assume were years of dirt, smoke, spit, and even piss. The carpet...	1	38	42,943
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	[deleted]	1	38	42,944
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	It was a weird one. Grissom took the flask from his pocket and poured a nip into his morning joe. Then he poured another for good measure. Capped it off with a third because… what the hell? Early morning sunlight pooled just over the horizon like a leaking wound spilling into the last shades of night. The wind kick...	1	38	42,945
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	She was the kind of broad that made middle school boys hold their textbook in front of their zipper. Her eyes hypnotized me, and before I could think of a reason not to, we were doing the horizontal mambo back in my spartan apartment. By the time the sunlight was telling me to get ready for a hell of a hangover she wa...	1	38	42,946
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	"He's missing what?" I ask, tapping my glasses in shock, as if percussive force might improve my signal. Frank’s face flickered in my virtual vision like a ghost – well, that might’ve just been his natural complexion, but still – as packets of data, twisted and mangled as to defy the universal speed limit of light, l...	1	38	42,947
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	I remember I caught one down by the Sunflower Mall back in ’95. The bulls had already dragged their feet through the scene and came up empty. Normally I don’t do B&E’s, but this was an oddball case, and the cops couldn’t make heads or tails of it. So they called me in. I knew the area well. Celebrities and profe...	1	38	42,948
[FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less.	I'd already tried to pin down the truth through Ms. Kitty. But she'd shut down, and I knew she was just second fiddle to the creep sitting in front of me. "Hey Mac, maybe the lady just wanted to go for a ride, huh? His laugh was an orchestra bouncing around my office. I replied with my one good instrument, my mits,...	1	38	42,949
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	[deleted]	1	46	42,950
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	[deleted]	1	46	42,951
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	Broken pebbles clack and scatter as your shoes crunch down on the worn path. It is autumn, and the wind pulls at your hair towards a horizon of dull grey, unobscured by the skeletons of trees whose leaves have fallen. The trail slopes downward through the copse of oak and ash, its tail winding by the tawny brook where ...	17	46	42,952
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	Humans are strange beasts. Commonly using a group atmosphere to avoid getting discouraged. Whether it be a workout group or construction , People seem to have an easier time working on a project as long as one person in the group keeps the morale high. I guess we ran out of people. After several failed town hall plead...	3	46	42,953
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	There's a tall beech tree whose roots roll across the green grass. When I was twelve I skinned both my knees climbing it and Ellen kissed them better, pulling me onto her lap and smearing the blood away with a tissue. "It's okay." She'd said, spitting on her thumb like Mum did and cleaning the grazed skin. "It st...	10	46	42,954
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	The wind teases the surface of the lake, tickling small waves up from the surface. He keeps his hands in his pockets but pushes them tighter together, hugging himself against the cold. He turns back to the path and continues his slow, aimless walk. He passes a dog walker going the other way, fails to return the gree...	3	46	42,955
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	Tim had barely started reaching for the handle when the young man on the seat next to him offered to help. It’s just because of this damn uniform, Tim thought. Politely declining, he pushed himself to his feet and stepped off the bus. “Eddison Park”, the sign above his head said. *So Eddie did get to put his name...	5	46	42,956
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	There was too much green. Everywhere he looked, the oaks, the bushes, the grass, the stalks of all the damned flowers, stained by chlorophyll. Obscured within the canopy of a massive oak, he saw the silhouette of a child perched on a twisting branch. That's where you'll stay, he thought. The wind howled in his ea...	4	46	42,957
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	Most people imagine I enjoy working in dingy basements or the reclusive castle set to thunder and lightning, but in fact I have always preferred working in the light. Being born into a wealthy family has many advantages for a man of science. Some years ago I had the top floor of the old family building renovated into...	3	46	42,958
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	There’s a slight breeze and it feels so nice against my face. I haven’t really been outside in over a week. House to car to work to car to house. Lather, rinse, repeat. House to car to work to car to house. I needed to get out. I need to move on. And so, here I am at the park. Sitting on the bench, looking out,...	2	46	42,959
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	He had been coming to this park every day for the last thirty years of his life. Every day he would walk the small trail to the pond, then sit on a bench and stare at the water. Sometimes he would feed the ducks, sometimes he would sit there, lost in his own thoughts and memories. When you're an old man, like he was, t...	1	46	42,960
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	A few feet up ahead, I can hear Katie's "brmm, brmm" noises as she pushes along on her scooter. It's July now and the park is full of kids, lovers and dog-walkers. Your mother loves this time of year. I tell myself it's because we met in the summer but I know it's because she watched 'Stand By Me' a hundred times and g...	1	46	42,961
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	You're walking in a park during a cold winter. Your coat struggling to protect you from the cold winter breeze. You're looking down at your shoes, thinking. You're imagining what things would have been like if you still had her. You look up and see a very pretty woman with her hands in her coat. She had beautiful brig...	1	46	42,962
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	love. i once had it. it belonged to me. i dont know who gave it to me. i dont believe in god, but it must have been something like that. maybe i was born with it. but it used to belong to me. now, walking here, everything is dead. flowers are dying--leaves already dead. their dead faces are echoeless. the sky and the ...	1	46	42,963
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	The sun had been firing deathrays through my window for almost a week now. Even with the window open and a cool breeze drifting in every now and then I was sweating my ass off. Hello, springtime. I wish we could hang out. Only one quarter left to go and the hardest part is done now. I can't believe I'm almost graduate...	2	46	42,964
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	"What was there to say...?" She looked onward to the sky as it seemed broken and scattered--worse, bruised in the colors of sunset that left her longing and lost. This place had always done that to her. "It shouldn't be this dramatic." A thought echoed unto no one in particular. The thought simply was. It was...	1	46	42,965
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	I go back every time I can. When I've recovered from my injuries, or I devise a new way to kill it, I come back. That small innocuous pond, storybook in its idyllic beauty. That's what gets you. That's what got me. It all started as your typical father daughter trip to the park. A typical sunny day, not too hot, with...	1	46	42,966
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	I walk through the park, the lights all dim, the bulbs burnt out, the horses unwashed, and the brass rings tarnished. Past each attraction I go, time of glory, time of children, all taken away. And as I near the end of the line, staring at the Round Up, 'how could anyone think that they could ride with their harnes...	1	46	42,967
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	Every day after classes for this past school year I walk through the park rather than on the sidewalk of a three lane street. The park is like a long rectangle and by the end of when I walk across it's wide width I am only a block away from my house. After such a long journey from campus, a walk through the park is a n...	1	46	42,968
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	It's lunchtime and all you really want is to find a place to sit that's out in the fresh air so you can have a sandwich in peace and quiet. Then your phone rings for what feels like the millionth time today and you juggle sandwich, bottled water and phone for a dizzy moment and end up with the phone next to your ear, ...	1	46	42,969
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	I didn't mean to come here. In fact I wanted to be anywhere else but here, but it was as if my body acted on its own. Feet moving in the direction my heart pulled. I should leave, just turn around and go home. Go to the bar. Go to work. Go anywhere else but this park. But I didn't stop walking, again that feeling that ...	1	46	42,970
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	Here. It happened here. I guess I expected more. A sign, a mark of it still existing. It was twenty years ago, but from the way the reporters still call and hound and the way people look at me, sadness in their eyes if they recognize me, I assumed there'd be something to mark it. Something physical to hold on to, as ...	1	46	42,971
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	As I sat on a dilapidated bench covered with fiery red leaves, my mind teleported to the moment in time where I was actually happy. "Mark! Mark! How do I look? You think I'm ready?" "Dude, you look fine. Just go already; you're almost late!" My first date. I met her on the internet. Very shy at first but once we s...	1	46	42,972
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	It's hot, so hot that ten minutes out has drenched me in an uncomfortable sticky sweat and I'm beginning to wonder why I thought walking would be such a great idea. I made my way down the winding, cracked concrete path, down just past the bench with the weathered green paint until I reached the giant green willow. Runn...	1	46	42,973
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	As we walked along the well-groomed gravel walkway and took in the sights, familiar feelings overtook me. I was reminded of that warm July afternoon. I had walked with my parents, as I do now, but much was different. My father no longer pushed a wheelchair for me, in case I grew weak. There was a faint smile play...	1	46	42,974
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	The weathered wooden gate revealed its age with a groan and creak; a noise so familiar to the old man that he suddenly felt three foot, confused, and with a knot in his stomach of just the right binding and tension. He stepped nervously down the path. It had been a lifetime. The dewy grass, shielded from the early mor...	1	46	42,975
[WP] A walk in the park brings back painful memories.	[[I'm going to go ahead and put a warning at the beginning of this. But the title says painful, so it's going to be a bit of a rough ride.]] I stood at the entrance of the large park, a series of trails the intertwined with each other at different points and took you to different scenic routes of beauty. But to me...	1	46	42,976
"You are an International fugitive in hiding (e.g. Edward Snowden, Julian Assange), your asylum is kicking you out in 30 days; what steps do you take to hide your identity?"	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	1	42,977
[WP] Write a story about a man who can create things from nothing but he can only do that from his mind and anything he thinks will be created. (Food,cars,etc.).	Charles looked into his mirror, making sure the makeup that his sister had applied didn't look too silly or obvious. He took in a deep breath and sighed. The sound of the crowd outside of the doors made his stomach drop. They called out for him, demanded him. They nearly stormed the stage at the last show. The looks ...	3	2	42,978
[WP] Write a story about a man who can create things from nothing but he can only do that from his mind and anything he thinks will be created. (Food,cars,etc.).	As a kid, I was one of those people who could never stop thinking. Some idea or another was always buzzing through my mind; there was nothing I could do about it. I thought that was what it was like for everybody; it took me an hour or two to fall asleep on a good day. I was in high school before it started becoming...	3	2	42,979
[WP] Write a story about a man who can create things from nothing but he can only do that from his mind and anything he thinks will be created. (Food,cars,etc.).	James floated in nothingness. The world he knew, gone. His universe, gone. He had done the unthinkable. He had killed everyone, and everything. A dark rage rippled through his body. "It is their fault! Theirs! They wouldn't listen to me!" His blood boiled as he thought over the events, "Well I don't need them! I'll s...	1	2	42,980
[WP] Write about a journey in the dessert including a mirage to symbolize love.	Nothing grew here. It was too cold. It was Sunday, and she had been climbing for two days now. She hiked across the cold mounds, which, inexplicably, were still soft, her footprints leaving a tiny trail through the white ground. She came to the edge of a river, darkened by some unnatural force and watched as the thick ...	2	1	42,981
[WP] Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (or similar characters) have a conversation where each tries to dissuade the other from their respective lifestyle.	This post should be tagged [EU] Established Universe. Please see sidebar for details. Thank you.	1	13	42,982
[WP] Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (or similar characters) have a conversation where each tries to dissuade the other from their respective lifestyle.	"Y' could have her, y'know." The incessant pounding in the back of his mind spoke to him, tauntingly. "Y' could have her and the next four that walk down the street. Fuck, the next ten! Men 'n women both! Why stop there? Babies! Fuckem all until you can't fucking stand. Then fuck a few more." *That's not how i...	3	13	42,983
[EU]A maester finally finds a way to calculate exactly how long seasons will last...	Please be more specific when using EU. Not everyone will understand what you are referencing.	1	0	42,984
[WP] She coughed the smoke out of her lungs, and replied, "I've got one shot left, I'm going in."	The thick smoke left her lungs violently. She placed the bong down beside her. "I've got one shot left, I'm going in". With a well practiced motion, she threw her head back and downed the tequila. She struggled to stand up and made her way across the Frat house to the dance floor.	5	3	42,985
[WP] The longer you stare in a mirror, the more you learn about your reflection. The longer you stare, the more you feel your control slipping away.	I looked at the image in front of me, unable to believe that it was me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had the time to look in the mirror, really look. I didn’t realise how tired I looked, and when did I get old? Hesitantly, I brought my hand to my face, slowly tracing the wrinkles around my eyes with my finge...	4	11	42,986
[WP] The longer you stare in a mirror, the more you learn about your reflection. The longer you stare, the more you feel your control slipping away.	That knuckled hair, it is not mine. The ones that slipped within the gap between the vanity's mirror and the fluting column of the frame. Take a look, there - under that one there is a speck of dried skin. My eyes work as magnifying glasses when positioned correctly. I move back from the mirror about a foot and gaze, u...	2	11	42,987
[WP] The longer you stare in a mirror, the more you learn about your reflection. The longer you stare, the more you feel your control slipping away.	Everyday, I see the same face in the mirror. Those hazel eyes, sadden by decades worth of pain and heartbreak, those cheeks, red with that paltry skin condition no one ever seems to figure out. My light brown hair, flowing behind the fan. And those creases just around the base of my nose and mouth, imprinted by a lifet...	4	11	42,988
[WP] The longer you stare in a mirror, the more you learn about your reflection. The longer you stare, the more you feel your control slipping away.	It had been a long day. Nothing out of the usual had happened I had woken up, made it to the office just in time, joined rush hour traffic coming home, and now here I was. I headed into the bathroom to get cleaned up as I washed my hands I looked up into the mirror. Freshly polished as I always keep it, the mirror shin...	2	11	42,989
[WP] The longer you stare in a mirror, the more you learn about your reflection. The longer you stare, the more you feel your control slipping away.	Who am I living for. That knee jerk reaction I used to get when I glanced at myself in a bathroom mirror inside of a bar at 2AM is getting more and more frequent. "The rushing stream shows no reflection" I have trouble discerning if I'm becoming more introspective or if my drunken state is the only time I'm not thinki...	1	11	42,990
[WP] The longer you stare in a mirror, the more you learn about your reflection. The longer you stare, the more you feel your control slipping away.	Stumbling, fumbling, stupid, drunk. Fingers grip the basin. Those are my fingers. My fingers. How pretty my nails look tonight. Did I really do that? Swaying now. Why are we swaying? Too much. Overindulgence. No more. No more. Look at yourself. Pretty. Kohl lined eyes, blended black eyeshadow, long and thick ey...	2	11	42,991
Other species of human (like Homo erectus) didn't go extinct. Write a story about how they would fit in modern society.	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	1	42,992
[PM] I'm back, may I have another chance?	[Write a story after listening to this song.](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACYwPFMEODk)	3	4	42,993
[PM] I'm back, may I have another chance?	3 am. A knock on the door. Your friend is there, wearing a panicked expression. "Get in the car. No time to explain."	2	4	42,994
[PM] I'm back, may I have another chance?	"The bananas don't stop pouring out!"	2	4	42,995
[PM] I'm back, may I have another chance?	"And that was when the tour bus began to fill up with tennis balls"	2	4	42,996
[PM] I'm back, may I have another chance?	A new teacher is instructing a class when he notices that one of the children, who was there a minute ago, has disappeared.	2	4	42,997
[PM] I'm back, may I have another chance?	A redditor creates a prompt me thread but doesn't respond to any of the prompts. What happens next?	3	4	42,998
[PM] I'm back, may I have another chance?	hey, as an FYI, you must respond to at least three prompts within 6 hours or we removed the post. by my watch you have 20 minutes till this happens. write fast, friend.	2	4	42,999

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