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[OT] Going past character limits. | You can make multiple posts to include your entire story. Just reply to your first post to add more. | 3 | 0 | 0 | 8,800 |
[OT] Going past character limits. | It's better to go over than under. You can always trim it after you're done and make it tighter and better. You can also do multiple posts like /u/survivortype suggested.
I would suggest putting limits on yourself, though. Maybe see a prompt and tell yourself you're only going to write 1000 characters instead of 10k.... | 3 | 0 | 0 | 8,801 |
[WP] A utopia is revealed to be a dystopia. | Kevin shook his head in disbelief.
“So there’s no pain or suffering here?”
Doron nodded with a patronizing knowingness, “None whatsoever. But it’s more than that; we live in a constant bliss: It’s like it permeates our beings, vibrating from a gentle euphoria up through pure, intense orgasmic pleasure that strokes o... | 12 | 0 | 22 | 8,802 |
[WP] A utopia is revealed to be a dystopia. | Everyone was the same;
Nobody disagreed.
But then I realized that
The only one left was me. | 16 | 0 | 22 | 8,803 |
[WP] A utopia is revealed to be a dystopia. | Ever read "The Giver"? Basically this idea. Great book. | 6 | 0 | 22 | 8,804 |
[WP] A utopia is revealed to be a dystopia. | "Good morning, Master," said my robot. He had already prepared my clothes and made breakfast for our family.
I remember that we were poor before we had robots. We spent so long saving up for them because we knew we would finally have the life we wanted if we bought our own robots.
The sun gleamed through the windows,... | 12 | 0 | 22 | 8,805 |
[WP] A utopia is revealed to be a dystopia. | The disconnection occurred before I had a chance to say goodbye.
I had it all in the NetWorld. A virtual wife, a virtual daughter, a virtual job. Why couldn't I have been content with that? The world was mine for the taking and I let it slip through my fingers. But I did it for the right reason. I needed to know the ... | 3 | 0 | 22 | 8,806 |
[WP] A utopia is revealed to be a dystopia. | America. | -1 | 0 | 22 | 8,807 |
[WP] Create a story that creates more questions than it answers. | "Come on dude, let's start growing!"
"Don't you mean drowing?"
"No, of course not! I don't even know what the fuck is that."
"Then you are insane. You know what happened with my ex because of that."
"No, what happened?"
"She and twelve other guys were found limbless in a room tightly locked from the inside."
"You... | 7 | 0 | 9 | 8,808 |
[WP] Create a story that creates more questions than it answers. | The sinking feeling hadn’t left my stomach since Elaine dove into the pool of black liquid. My watch had counted three minutes but my heart raced at ninety miles an hour, blood coursing faster through my veins than it took the ooze to swallow her up. The surface still rippled, another eerie characteristic of the goo, i... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 8,809 |
[WP] Create a story that creates more questions than it answers. | I woke up, terrified, clutching my blanket between my sweaty palms. A cold drop of sweat rolled down my back and I shivered. *Just another bad dream,* I thought to myself, "It's been happening ever since my friend... Never mind. It's better not to think about it, or I'll get too excited.*
A man suddenly entered my ro... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 8,810 |
[WP] Create a story that creates more questions than it answers. | Ken opened his door squinted against the bright fluorescent lights. A tiny pink tea pot rested on its side in the middle of the hallway.
*If that were real, it would be spilling tiny, hot tea all over the shiny, white floor* Ken thought to himself.
He bent over, holding up the waistband of his gray-and-white striped... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 8,811 |
[WP] Create a story that creates more questions than it answers. | She knew that she was heading north on the I-5, approximately 38.8 miles south of Tracy. Whizzing by around her was the verdant green of the Central Valley, America's cornucopia - an alluvial plain representing 1% of America's land area and 8% of her agricultural output; in dollar terms that translated to $17 billion a... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 8,812 |
[WP] Create a story that creates more questions than it answers. | The room was cold and dark and I, overcome with an immense feeling of dread slid to the floor. With no memory of anything beyond these grey walls, panic quickly set in. Hugging my knees in the fetal position, I closed my eyes as silent tears ran down my cheeks.
Then suddenly I felt the atmosphere change. The wall beh... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 8,813 |
[IP] Battle on the High Seas: The Turning Point | [deleted] | 2 | 0 | 4 | 8,814 |
[IP] Battle on the High Seas: The Turning Point | **Warning:** This is my first prompt. Sorry if it's a somewhat simplistic read.
Lost and without a sign of reinforcements, the crew faced their doom with grim faces. The captain said a few words of encouragement and rallied the men.
"They won't take us down without a fight, right lads," he bellowed. Cheers and shouts... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 8,815 |
[IP] Battle on the High Seas: The Turning Point | I bared my teeth, framed by my now soaked beard. Pistols occupying both hands, I used my wrist to wipe matted hair from my eyes.
My name is Joel Bringham, and I will not die today.
A massive jolt shook the ship, sending deadly spikes of splintered wood everywhere. That was it. *That* was the cannonball that would sin... | 1 | 0 | 4 | 8,816 |
[WP] Two couples go on a double-date during which everyone falls in love with someone other than his/her spouse. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 8 | 8,817 |
[WP] Two couples go on a double-date during which everyone falls in love with someone other than his/her spouse. | **Bryan Lee**
The evening had begun nicely with all four of them having a few rounds of drinks at the bar before the pretty young waitress came to them with the four oversized menus in hand and an eager smile that let them know their table was ready. Bryan watched as Marina got up, graceful as always, and then struggl... | 2 | 0 | 8 | 8,818 |
[WP] Two couples go on a double-date during which everyone falls in love with someone other than his/her spouse. | Warning: Completely unedited, might be shit.
Philip and I had our disagreements, like anyone. It was normal. Healthy. That's what the counselor told us.
"Try something new. Revive your romance," she said, her horn-rimmed spectacles staring us in the eyes like a peacock intent on examining your every move. So w... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 8,819 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 50 | 8,820 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | It surprised me. I am a god, I have created life and a universe so beautiful--so *beautiful* and so complex, so wonderful, and yet... I was surprised. I did not see it, I did not believe it at first, and even now I find it difficult to understand.
How has this happened? How is it possible that my universe, my *creati... | 24 | 0 | 50 | 8,821 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | "Follow me everyone," I said, waving to my four friends.
Paradise, Valhalla, Zion, Elysium and myself had been sneaking around the forest when we found a trail of coconuts along the ground. It immediately caught our interest as there were no palm trees around here for coconuts. We collected them and eventually they le... | 1 | 0 | 50 | 8,822 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | Life-Bringer's cry rang through the forest. She knelt beside the rabbit, trying to make sense of what lay before her. Her fingers trembled as she worked to bring life back into the creature. The vital threads of its being were unspooling from around its slowing heart and growing thinner. Blood leapt out of its injured ... | 8 | 0 | 50 | 8,823 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | She isn't crying.
Lying back in the bed, I hear the soft smack of the doctor's hand against my baby girl's bottom. The room's excitement has dwindled to the padded sound of a gentle hand on tender flesh. It's low yet deafening.
I'm twenty-seven, and she's going to be my third child. Her two older sisters are wit... | 22 | 0 | 50 | 8,824 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | Malcolm:
My heart is growing ever frigid in your wake. I fear the way I feel. I fear the sound of my heartbeat pushing blood through my veins and I shudder at the sound of my breathing. I am in shock and terrible awe of living; afraid to proceed, afraid to take my next breath because I am afraid to take my last breath... | 1 | 0 | 50 | 8,825 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | Sorry if it's not the best thing ever, it's my first attempt at this sort of thing.
My peers keep praising me as if I am a hero, but nothing could be further from the truth. I am a monster.
It seemed so simple at the time, it was the 22nd century, we'd long since passed the time where cloning humans was a scientif... | 5 | 0 | 50 | 8,826 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | They'll have different names for me years from now: Prometheus, Lucifer, whatever you like. That doesn't matter. What does matter is what is before me. The embrace of my lover, the laugh of my child, my nation's pride. I will protect them all at any cost. But *this*? *This* is how I will do it? Their screams echo thr... | 3 | 0 | 50 | 8,827 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | *A knock at the door, the man inside the house opens it, which reveals a short, nondescript figure.*
Man: Hello?
Figure: Hi. I, uh... could I stay with you for a while?
Man: Do I know you?
Figure: ...
*The man looks around, there is nothing else around*
Man: Come in.
*The figure enters the house, it is mostly b... | 1 | 0 | 50 | 8,828 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 50 | 8,829 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | The damn hyenas were just so quick. The lioness growled and bared her teeth to scare them off of the zebra she'd killed for her cubs, but they kept circling her, nipping at her back whenever it was turned and biting at the zebra whenever they got a chance. The lioness felt fear swelling within her as the chance that sh... | 1 | 0 | 50 | 8,830 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | SHITSHITSHITSHIT this is not how this works. I swear I put all the parts in the right spot. Maybe the extra ligament was supposed to attach to c-7? Stupid Spanish instructions. Why isn't it moving? It just stopped, and this isn't sleep. At least I think this is not sleep. Maybe if I jiggle the brain stem? Noooo that ma... | 1 | 0 | 50 | 8,831 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | I never liked that one, anyway. | 1 | 0 | 50 | 8,832 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | Anything can be created in mathematics, more than anyone could possibly imagine. Infinite infinities, worlds upon worlds upon worlds don't exist, and it is up to us to find the ones that might have value, that might make something beautiful, and to pull them up out of the nothingness and press the gift of reality into ... | 1 | 0 | 50 | 8,833 |
[WP] A creator of life witnesses death for the first time. | When it happened the first time I asked myself what I had done wrong. Actually, to be honest the first thing that sprung to my mind was "fuck". Right after that came the brooding over my mistake though. All my little creatures had been happily bustling around and suddenly...one of them dropped and stopped doing anythin... | 1 | 0 | 50 | 8,834 |
[WP] "He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt" - Joseph Heller | Infamy. It had a nice ring to it. I checked the magazine on my rifle and then slung it over my shoulder. I pulled out the pistol from my waistband and double-checked it. I had magazines for my pistol taped to my left leg and magazines for my rifle taped to my right leg, and if I was lucky I would be able to use them al... | 3 | 0 | 2 | 8,835 |
[WP] Someone finds out that their life is actually a writing prompt. | Hi. You there, currently writing--and to you who are reading--I implore you to stop. Please.
You have given me a life. You have given me friends and family, intrigue and mystery, death and life, good times and bad times (mostly bad), and yet it is not because of any of these that I ask you to stop.
In ancient Rome,... | 2 | 0 | 5 | 8,836 |
[WP] Someone finds out that their life is actually a writing prompt. | "Flight 47 now boarding"
The loudspeaker informed me it was time to leave. Loudspeaker. Really a rather misleading name, when you think about it. I was barely able to hear it over the general buzz of the airport. Regardless, I grabbed my bags and headed towards my flight. Flying had become so boring as of late. Work, ... | 6 | 0 | 5 | 8,837 |
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[CC} My first response on here, I would appreciate feedback for content and style, please. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 4 | 8,839 |
[CC} My first response on here, I would appreciate feedback for content and style, please. | I'd like to preface this by saying these are my impressions and critiques of your work. Nothing is meant to hurt, merely to help, and I apologize in advance if any of it seems harsh.
First of all, congratulations! Putting your work out there for critique is one of the harder parts of writing, and probably the most ne... | 3 | 0 | 4 | 8,840 |
[CC} My first response on here, I would appreciate feedback for content and style, please. | Lets start with what you did well. Our introduction to Rosanna Figg is wonderful.
This paragraph for example is excellent.
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"It's not muggles that we're afraid of, not even in the slightest. Even when they knew wichcraft
existed, tried to burn us, there was no harm they could do. What we are afraid of is that ... | 4 | 0 | 4 | 8,841 |
[OT] 94 pages, 35,000 words, and all of it from word prompts | /r/nanowrimo.
I wrote a novel, and plan on publishing it. One month of breakneck speed, pumping out thousands of words a day.
Best experience so far in my life (so far, hopefully...)
Go for the novels, man! Remember to credit /r/writingprompts too! | 2 | 0 | 21 | 8,842 |
[OT] 94 pages, 35,000 words, and all of it from word prompts | That's awesome! | 2 | 0 | 21 | 8,843 |
[OT] 94 pages, 35,000 words, and all of it from word prompts | I wish I made this kind of time for myself. | 2 | 0 | 21 | 8,844 |
[OT] 94 pages, 35,000 words, and all of it from word prompts | That's so awesome!! Congratulations!
Keep at it and you'll have a book of short stories! | 1 | 0 | 21 | 8,845 |
[OT] 94 pages, 35,000 words, and all of it from word prompts | Been thinking about doing the book thing, but haven't really made a stab at it yet. Short stories seem more possible at the moment. I guess you just grow into it. | 1 | 0 | 21 | 8,846 |
[OT] 94 pages, 35,000 words, and all of it from word prompts | You should make a collection of short stories from the prompt responses. You'd have a guaranteed buyer in me. For sure. | 1 | 0 | 21 | 8,847 |
[WP] A being who thought they were God realizes there are others like them. | He sat there bewildered as I explained to him the existence of others, of other faiths, of other gods like himself.
"So others are worshipped like me?" He asked with a stutter in his voice.
"Yes" I told him as a flush of disappointment spread across his face, his whole reality had been shattered.
I had found out abo... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 8,848 |
[WP] A being who thought they were God realizes there are others like them. | In a dense cloud of matter in a space that lies in no universe, we visit our God who has awoken from his most recent 100 billion year nap. The God's face is expressionless and vapid. It's fathomless being drooping and oozing through the cloud in a manner similar to thickened molasses.
"What can one do for eternity?" t... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 8,849 |
[WP] A being who thought they were God realizes there are others like them. | "Subject 34," the voice came over the speaker and I stepped up. "Look up."
Emile obliged.
"Subject 34, it says here that you call yourself 'God' is that correct?" the voice said the word God as if he mimed air quotes while he spoke it.
"I thought I was," Emile said. "You live on this world for twenty-seven years wi... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 8,850 |
[WP] A being who thought they were God realizes there are others like them. | Everything he needed had always come to him. Every day he grew stronger and wiser. ...
Long story short, he's a baby. | 1 | 0 | 10 | 8,851 |
[WP] A being who thought they were God realizes there are others like them. | Hello!
Why, yes, I can see you. It's a neat trick, hiding out between the seconds like that. Nobody can see you, nobody can touch you, nobody can stop you. Oh wait, I just did. Silly me. I thought you and I should have a little chat.
Also, I know what you're thinking about, and no, you can't take me. Trust me, I've b... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 8,852 |
[WP] describe a mission of a videogame | *You can't be serious.*
I stand on the edge of a cliff, terrified of what awaits me below the edge. A thick, noxiously purple fog chokes the world around me. Somewhere in the distant, I can hear ravens calling.
*There is no way anyone could do this.*
A dozen rusty buzzsaws whir below me, filling their air with thei... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 8,853 |
[WP] describe a mission of a videogame | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 11 | 8,854 |
[WP] describe a mission of a videogame | After all this time, this is what it finally comes down to. All my hard work and training, it would not be for nothing. It's been one hell of a journey, and now I'm almost there. When I set out I was a boy, but I'm going to win this like a man. I'm going to do it for my Mom, for all my friends that I've made along they... | 3 | 0 | 11 | 8,855 |
[WP] You are tired and getting ready for bed. As you close the blinds in your bedroom you look up and notice the silhouette of a monster on your neighbor's roof. His glowing red eyes lock with yours; there is no question you've seen one another. What happens next? | I walked into my apartment after a long day at work. I didn't bother to greet my cat and just walked straight to my bedroom. I took off my work suit and laid in the bed. Tomorrow was an off day, so I decided not to wake up early tomorrow. I crawled out of the bed again to closed the blinds so the morning light wouldn't... | 10 | 0 | 19 | 8,856 |
[WP] You are tired and getting ready for bed. As you close the blinds in your bedroom you look up and notice the silhouette of a monster on your neighbor's roof. His glowing red eyes lock with yours; there is no question you've seen one another. What happens next? | I'm Dave Brennent, and I'm a sociopath. That's what the doctor said. He gave me some prescriptions, medicines. That's what the doctor ordered.
I don't particularly care for the doctor. I don't care for much at all, really. People say that I should be able to feel *something*, but only the physical can capture my atten... | 8 | 0 | 19 | 8,857 |
[WP] You are tired and getting ready for bed. As you close the blinds in your bedroom you look up and notice the silhouette of a monster on your neighbor's roof. His glowing red eyes lock with yours; there is no question you've seen one another. What happens next? | "What was that?" I mutter. I'm terrified. I'm frozen. I try to move, but I can't. A minute goes by. I break my frozen state, and open the drawer on my nightstand, and reach for the knife. I clutch the knife, then dart for my closet. If I hide in the corner, I might be able to stab that wretched thing before it can reac... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 8,858 |
[WP] You are tired and getting ready for bed. As you close the blinds in your bedroom you look up and notice the silhouette of a monster on your neighbor's roof. His glowing red eyes lock with yours; there is no question you've seen one another. What happens next? | I immediatly dropped to the ground, thoughts rushing through my mind. Had it seen me? Ofcourse it had. It was staring right at me. What was it gonna do? As I started to draw out every possible scenario in my head, I began to sit up straight. My hands automatically reached for my eyes, as if they were trying to protect ... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 8,859 |
[WP] You are tired and getting ready for bed. As you close the blinds in your bedroom you look up and notice the silhouette of a monster on your neighbor's roof. His glowing red eyes lock with yours; there is no question you've seen one another. What happens next? | Christ it's been a long day. I can feel all the tension drain from my shoulders as I trade my work shirt for one of the worn tees from my dresser. In the dim light of our bedroom, Karen is already deep in sleep, mercifully she isn't snoring...yet. The room gets noticeably brighter as Jim's motion activated flood light... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 8,860 |
[WP] You are tired and getting ready for bed. As you close the blinds in your bedroom you look up and notice the silhouette of a monster on your neighbor's roof. His glowing red eyes lock with yours; there is no question you've seen one another. What happens next? | I looked at the monster. It looked back at me. Neither of us did anything. I was feeling kind of cheated; after all, I was looking at a goddamn monster. I should have been freaking the fuck out and it should have been coming at me with the intention of eating me in terrible and gruesome ways. Instead we were both just ... | 1 | 0 | 19 | 8,861 |
[WP] A baby wakes up crying in an abandoned house.. | "Hmmm."
He flashed the light around, staring down the empty hallway.
"Here, doggy doggy..."
Someone had reported a stray dog, "practically skin and bones" she said, entering the house. As an employee at the Animal Rescue Center in Harristown, part of Jake's duties required picking up stray animals. A mundane job,... | 4 | 0 | 4 | 8,862 |
[WP]Two best friends are on opposite sides in a war | Every time I hear the whistle, my stomach sinks. I man my gun and wait for them to come pouring out of their trenches. Out they run, screaming, and we mow them down. Hundreds, thousands of them, all nameless and faceless to me as I send them to their muddy graves. I cannot sleep at night any more. Not because of how ma... | 5 | 0 | 16 | 8,863 |
[WP]Two best friends are on opposite sides in a war | "Why are you doing this?" I slung down my fist, sending him flying backwards, "why must you destroy everything we worked for? What could possibly be better than this?"
He stood again, chuckling slightly, drawing in his wings. "Friend, you've become bigger than yourself, trying to satisfy yourself only. Will nothing be... | 9 | 0 | 16 | 8,864 |
[WP]Two best friends are on opposite sides in a war | Bloody and hurt, I lie on the ground. It was the bloodiest battle of the war so far, and there were many casualties on both sides. The rebels were gaining, and they kept running over me. The bombs went off in the distance, the bright flashes and loud bangs keeping me awake as I felt myself weakening. The occasional qui... | 2 | 0 | 16 | 8,865 |
[WP]Two best friends are on opposite sides in a war | We were marksmen, before the divide. He wanted freedom and justice, I was happy with the way things were.
The war burned around us, a terrible dance claiming women and children, libraries and museums, hospitals and schools.
I was outside the capital, on high ground, watching for rebel scouts, when I saw the glint of ... | 10 | 0 | 16 | 8,866 |
[WP]Two best friends are on opposite sides in a war | At this distance, every face is his.
At this distance, every face appears as a shining spot above a black blur that I know to be a rifle. If I try, I can convince myself I see the features on that face. Are they scowling at me? Or straining with recognition?
I force myself to see a twisted grin, something hateful, so... | 1 | 0 | 16 | 8,867 |
[WP]Two best friends are on opposite sides in a war | I'm standing ankle deep in the Nile marsh, looking down-river at the approaching men. There's no organization to their approach, they're all just advancing slowly towards us. Every once in a while some foolish young soldier lets loose from his sling or bow and arrow, and misses by a good 40 cubits. I see Him...of cours... | 1 | 0 | 16 | 8,868 |
[WP]Two best friends are on opposite sides in a war | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 16 | 8,869 |
[WP] Five thousand people have been given a magical eraser that can erase anything at all. | "So...what happens if you put them together?" Trevor asked, picking up eraser No. 497 gingerly in his hand.
"I'm not sure. I think they'd both disappear?" replied Stephen. "There's no scientific explanation for how these things work, anyway, so whatever we do to them would probably defy logic itself."
"Just because... | 7 | 0 | 27 | 8,870 |
[WP] Five thousand people have been given a magical eraser that can erase anything at all. | When everything can be revised,
And everyone is the editor,
How can you trust that the words have never changed before?
A million times before they leave her lips. Those three words.
I love you.
If I can erase that memory, that time I feel pain whenever I think about.
Did it ever happen?
I love you.
What is ... | 6 | 0 | 27 | 8,871 |
[WP] Five thousand people have been given a magical eraser that can erase anything at all. | The Order knew they were dying, and were very thorough in their planning. They watched for years, over the same families. They saw the torture, the hunger, the wretchedness of our souls. The saw, and they planned. No one with a tendency to violence got an Eraser. No one with any history of mental illness. No one who ev... | 23 | 0 | 27 | 8,872 |
[WP] Five thousand people have been given a magical eraser that can erase anything at all. | If only they hadn't selected them at random.
Some sort of psychological test would have sufficed or a moral binding code to bolster their understanding of the responsibility.
Many African nations treated them as witches. Not unimaginable, considering the legality of black magic. Neighbours sold out neighbours, child... | 9 | 0 | 27 | 8,873 |
[WP] Five thousand people have been given a magical eraser that can erase anything at all. | My girlfriend didn't believe me, so I erased her to prove it. Can't say I missed her constant nagging, though I did miss the sex. Which is why I did something I've never done. I went out to a bar to find a one night stand. But before I went I erased my insecurities. It was going great until I hit on a girl whose boyfri... | 13 | 0 | 27 | 8,874 |
[WP] Five thousand people have been given a magical eraser that can erase anything at all. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 27 | 8,875 |
[WP] Five thousand people have been given a magical eraser that can erase anything at all. | The idea worked out great in theory. A few random individuals with the power to erase anything, as though jury suddenly became the judges. It would've worked out great if not for Billy. Oh Billy . . .
The most important thing to remember is that children have nearly infinite imaginations to create. Now if you take th... | 2 | 0 | 27 | 8,876 |
[WP] Five thousand people have been given a magical eraser that can erase anything at all. | He was some run of mill kid. Literally part of a control group. He wasn't special or dumb just boringly average. He got a package and was confused but opened it anyways. In the package was a box with a small pamphlet and blueish eraser. The pamphlet didn't say much just that this eraser can erase anything and that a fe... | 1 | 0 | 27 | 8,877 |
[WP] Five thousand people have been given a magical eraser that can erase anything at all. | "Dude. You're kidding, right? You've got to be kidding me. Your *mom* has had one this whole time?" Will laughed, reaching down into the drawer.
“No! Don’t touch it!”
Will froze and slowly pulled his hand back. The unbidden panic in Paul’s voice made him pause and his smile slipped away. “Why not? It’s just an eras... | 1 | 0 | 27 | 8,878 |
[WP] Five thousand people have been given a magical eraser that can erase anything at all. | It came to me one day, a simple white box, my name elegantly written on it in blue ink. I had no idea who sent it or what it was at first, my curiosity keeping me from leaving it alone. It was simple in design too, a simple white rubber eraser carefully nestled in the white downy pillow inside. It was warm to the touch... | 1 | 0 | 27 | 8,879 |
[WP] Misspelled words lead to hilarity. | "Sir, you have a letter." The small green imp slowly crept towards its master, its head kept low as to not offend its superior. "This time it's from a little girl name Elsa..." He finally reached the red man's hooves, raising the letter upward, not daring to steal a look from the demon.
"Another one?" A rumbling sigh ... | 2 | 0 | 3 | 8,880 |
[WP]A man walking the long, lonely road to wherever it is he's going in the afterlife is slowly joined in his walking by those that were waiting for him to catch up. | Hikaru stood, staring at his hands. He was young again, the wrinkles and the aches gone, his muscles back, spring back in his step. He hadn't felt this good since he was thirty. In front of him was a long road, which gave him some idea where he was. He began walking, strolling slowly and enjoying the breeze on his face... | 4 | 0 | 10 | 8,881 |
[WP]A man walking the long, lonely road to wherever it is he's going in the afterlife is slowly joined in his walking by those that were waiting for him to catch up. | A grey, cloudless sky swoops from horizon to horizon. David stares down the road in front of him, into a fog as thick as his Grandmas nicotine-stained apartment. He walks.
With no arthritis or cataracts, with young bones and skin and mind, he walks.
David does not tire. His feet do not ache. His eyes do not become he... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 8,882 |
[WP]A man walking the long, lonely road to wherever it is he's going in the afterlife is slowly joined in his walking by those that were waiting for him to catch up. | Alexander examined the road professionally. Good workmanship, wide and straight. At the smallest of angles so the rain would not pool and packed hard enough to support an army of elephants.
Cleared forever of his illness, he walked with regal bearing. For sometime he saw no sign of life, but slowly tracks appeared in ... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 8,883 |
[WP]A man walking the long, lonely road to wherever it is he's going in the afterlife is slowly joined in his walking by those that were waiting for him to catch up. | Neat prompt, but I feel it'd be cheating to write another story in this vein so soon so I'll just [link yesterday's](http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1vblzk/wp_a_man_dies_and_finds_out_that_he_is_getting/ceqzd0f) | 1 | 0 | 10 | 8,884 |
[WP] People have the ability to upvote or downvote other human beings. Each person's own karma score (so to speak) determines how lucky they are. See below for the rules. | If anyone needs inspiration, this concept was explored in Cory Doctorow's story [Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom](http://craphound.com/down/?page_id=1625), though it was called Whuffie there. | 3 | 0 | 11 | 8,885 |
[WP] People have the ability to upvote or downvote other human beings. Each person's own karma score (so to speak) determines how lucky they are. See below for the rules. | There was a teacher shortage in America.
After the government implemented the Kindly Automatic Response and Metric Assessment, teachers were the first profession to have a mass exodus. Everyone expect doctors, lawyers, and politicians to be the first to go, but it was teachers. All it took was one crazy parent on a Fa... | 5 | 0 | 11 | 8,886 |
[WP] People have the ability to upvote or downvote other human beings. Each person's own karma score (so to speak) determines how lucky they are. See below for the rules. | Wrote something similar - only difference in my implementation is its mediated by technology, not a straight mental action. Also, once you get negative to a certain degree you're culled from society. I'll post the first part for your inspection/perusal.
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Fucking hell, another redliner.
Shuffling by me on the side... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 8,887 |
Anybody got any prompts or games for young writers? |
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Anybody got any prompts or games for young writers? | You are in a hallway. There are four doors. The doors are white, blue, red and black. Pick a door to open. | 2 | 0 | 3 | 8,889 |
Anybody got any prompts or games for young writers? | With the vast number of prompts posted here, I would think you could find many examples of prompts that would be suitable or could be easily adapted for young writers.
A fun exercise I remember from school is when we were asked to write a story that included each member of the class as a character in the story.
Anot... | 1 | 0 | 3 | 8,890 |
[WP] All injuries and diseases can be healed by kissing the affected area. Describe a typical day at a hospital/doctor's office. | Six months ago, Betty Milford sacked groceries down the street. She was a portly woman with a strange sort of waddle, as if she could only manage to extend one foot a fraction of an inch in front of the other and lean into it, but she was affable enough and she took her job seriously. After all, she never in her life... | 5 | 0 | 17 | 8,891 |
[WP] All injuries and diseases can be healed by kissing the affected area. Describe a typical day at a hospital/doctor's office. | The smacking sound of lips being applied to skin was enough to drive one mad.
Dr. Saxon and the Lip Clinic staff had adapted to this part of their job fairly quickly, investing in good sets of earplugs or saving up extra cash to soundproof their offices. But nothing could block the sound out during the crowded hours, ... | 11 | 0 | 17 | 8,892 |
[WP] All injuries and diseases can be healed by kissing the affected area. Describe a typical day at a hospital/doctor's office. | "You know, it pisses me off that most people have such a low view of doctors and other medics. They say things like "oh you're just a therapeutic kissogram" or "emergency ambulance? Who ever heard of a watered down booty call needing blue lights and sirens?". But they're thinking of the early "miracles", when we first ... | 6 | 0 | 17 | 8,893 |
[WP] All injuries and diseases can be healed by kissing the affected area. Describe a typical day at a hospital/doctor's office. | The doctor looked at the nurse who looked at the receptionist. Each of them dreading the new day. Kissing could heal every injury. The nurse sighed and pulled out her chapstick, applying it liberally. The doctor pulled out his own, looking toward the exit.
"Open the door." He intoned tiredly.
The receptionist hurried... | 4 | 0 | 17 | 8,894 |
[WP] Write about an executioner who has to spend a day with his victim before the execution | I walked around and finally found what I needed. Thousands of them lay there but I only needed a dozen. I inspect the exterior and am in awe. The purest form of the smoothest kind. They were beautiful. I glance at them constantly and admire the one's I got. Then I think to myself..."What if...?" Alas my thoughts cloud... | 5 | 0 | 19 | 8,895 |
[WP] Write about an executioner who has to spend a day with his victim before the execution | A man sits on a cot in a sparsely decorated cell holding a book. He's not reading it, but instead is staring off into space. His eyes flicker as he hears footsteps coming down the hall. as the cell door opens he sees an unassuming man in jeans and t-shirt, his black hair starting to show signs of greying.
"Hi" the man... | 10 | 0 | 19 | 8,896 |
[WP] Write about an executioner who has to spend a day with his victim before the execution | I walk towards the cell with a loaf of bread and a jug of water; my heavy footsteps echoing off the cobblestone floors of the old Imperial Dungeons. In the cell sits an old man, though you wouldn't know it by looking at him. His shoulders were broad, his biceps and forearms were chiseled and defined. He was a man who h... | 7 | 0 | 19 | 8,897 |
[WP] Write about an executioner who has to spend a day with his victim before the execution | "Mind if I smoke," the executioner asked, pulling out a pipe and a bag of tobacco.
The victim's head swiveled slowly and fixed his executioner with a blank expressionless look. His eyes were black souless eyes that penetrated the executioner's wall of casualness, accussing him of murder.
"You're a big bad ass around ... | 2 | 0 | 19 | 8,898 |
[WP] Write about an executioner who has to spend a day with his victim before the execution | "Shut up."
To my surprise he does. I don't care about him. I don't want to know his name (it's Jeremy) and I don't want to know what he's done (killed his wife). He just told me, and even though I pretend I'm deaf and cannot hear him and tell him to be quiet the information still nestles itself in my brain.
He star... | 2 | 0 | 19 | 8,899 |
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