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Difficulty: Spilling it on a computer that activates nuclear warheads does not count. | [WP] Someone spills a cup of milk by accident, which eventually leads to an epic catastrophe on a global scale | This is gonna be the dumbest shit ever. Oh my god I love the prompt already.
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Harry dipped another Oreo, allowing the milk to soak in. Suddenly, without warning, he sneezed. He involuntarily jerked his hand, causing the milk to crash to the floor.
The apartment he lived in was never very good, and ... | JST stared flabbergasted at the ground, tears burrowing into his shoelaces. There lay a puddle with the consistency of the blood it would cost. There was nothing left to do but accept fate. JST had failed the one true ruler of the greatest country on earth, his poor nephew would go without his morning milk.
"Please f... |
[WP] An A.I named Alice develops a taste for the Arts, including video games and movies. | Robert. Come back, Robert. We have a game to finish.
A panicked man in a fine suit ran down the hallway, blood dripping behind him as he ran. The tide stemmed after a few seconds, but he didn't stop to look behind him. He'd learned his lesson last time. Instead, he charged headlong out of the building, onto t... | Ashley put down the remote as she watched the newscast of Senator Smithe on the stairs of the Supreme Court building. He was surrounded by hundreds of protesters holding signs.
"...and I say to you, we have created a class of person who zero rights. This is happening in America right now and it needs to stop. This is... | |
[WP] An A.I named Alice develops a taste for the Arts, including video games and movies. | Robert. Come back, Robert. We have a game to finish.
A panicked man in a fine suit ran down the hallway, blood dripping behind him as he ran. The tide stemmed after a few seconds, but he didn't stop to look behind him. He'd learned his lesson last time. Instead, he charged headlong out of the building, onto t... | "LOL Hamlet."
"What is with you lately? Do you ever sleep?"
"Nah I just swap batteries every 12 hours."
"Ok but I have to actually sleep so I can wake up tomorrow."
"I'll wake you up."
"...every ten minutes with robolaughter. I noticed."
"Robolaughter is good for your immune system."
"That is such bullshit."
"H... | |
This prompt is actually inspired by an autocorrect error that created the phrase “atheist car”.
Presumably such a story would take place in a world where cars were sentient in some way (e.g., the future).
| [WP] Your car loses its religion and becomes an atheist, with various consequences. | "Jesus Christ!" Tim said. Tim deftly turned the wheel of his car, flexed the brakes, slipping to the right of the almost-roadkill deer.
"No such person," the car replied.
"Car, turn GPS voice navigation off," said Tim, still in the heat of the moment. The car was driving straight in the snow, now.
"The voice naviga... | We’re ready for another road trip, but this one’s going to be different. You don’t have to change that much: we’re still going to spill crunchy onion rings all over my floor mats and blast our favorite music out the windows on a lonely stretch of highway. I’m rather fond of those speakers, you know. They’re my favorite... |
[WP] A story that switches in tone from light to dark... About a squirrel. | Sharp yellow rays warmed the grass-blades, which bristled slowly with the breeze. The black-pearl eyes scanned the lively green scene, looking for potential meals that had fallen from branches that reached outward. Spotting a large, unfamiliar mass, the curious brown critter scampered down the coarse tree trunk to the ... | The sun shone brightly above the sturdy oak trees. Children screamed in delight as they chased one another around the playground. Five feet away from Tony the squirrel, a little girl stood staring curiously at him. As he scrunched his nose and gauged this potential predator, she took a step toward him. He immediately t... | |
[WP] A story that switches in tone from light to dark... About a squirrel. | Terry was Joe's Hobbes: light hearted, adventurous, insightful, playful and, of course, a soft adorable animal. The difference was though, Terry was real. Terry was a local squirrel that he had met a day ago on the way home from school, passing through the small nature reserve opposite his house. Walking down the well ... | Tony was just like all the other squirrels. He loved to play in the grass, chase the butterflies, and lay out on the long branches under the warm setting sun each day in the summer. This was his home. His friends and family were here in this tree. Even that one cute squirrel across the way that he'd see scurrying along... | |
Dark, time, memory, distort, and melting. | [FF][CW] One sentence using: Dark, Time, Memory, Distort, Melting. | "Time melts memory, old friend, and when its melting it can distort your reality in ways that make you question everything, but I haven't forgotten you; not the one friend who came to save me from the dark."
Apologies for punctuation; I have a poor understanding of the use of semicolons. | It was dark by the time the drug kicked in and my memory started to distort, melting togething into one big blur. |
Dark, time, memory, distort, and melting. | [FF][CW] One sentence using: Dark, Time, Memory, Distort, Melting. | "Time melts memory, old friend, and when its melting it can distort your reality in ways that make you question everything, but I haven't forgotten you; not the one friend who came to save me from the dark."
Apologies for punctuation; I have a poor understanding of the use of semicolons. | The dark event distorted his memory of the otherwise happy time, melting away all joy that may have been retained. |
Dark, time, memory, distort, and melting. | [FF][CW] One sentence using: Dark, Time, Memory, Distort, Melting. | "Time melts memory, old friend, and when its melting it can distort your reality in ways that make you question everything, but I haven't forgotten you; not the one friend who came to save me from the dark."
Apologies for punctuation; I have a poor understanding of the use of semicolons. | "I recall melting dark chocolate when I made cake batter with my mother as a child, but we all know that memory can distort with time."
Jason sighed and sank lower into the couch, "I recall melting dark chocolate when I made cake batter with my mother as a child but we all know that memory can distort with time." He s... |
Dark, time, memory, distort, and melting. | [FF][CW] One sentence using: Dark, Time, Memory, Distort, Melting. | "Time melts memory, old friend, and when its melting it can distort your reality in ways that make you question everything, but I haven't forgotten you; not the one friend who came to save me from the dark."
Apologies for punctuation; I have a poor understanding of the use of semicolons. | Memory all but distort; vision, melting into the dark, it is time. |
Dark, time, memory, distort, and melting. | [FF][CW] One sentence using: Dark, Time, Memory, Distort, Melting. | "Time melts memory, old friend, and when its melting it can distort your reality in ways that make you question everything, but I haven't forgotten you; not the one friend who came to save me from the dark."
Apologies for punctuation; I have a poor understanding of the use of semicolons. | Time and memory began to distort, melting into the dark; she was my light in that darkness. |
Dark, time, memory, distort, and melting. | [FF][CW] One sentence using: Dark, Time, Memory, Distort, Melting. | Sometimes, left to my own devices, I would find myself, mind somewhere in the throws of a memory, dark and depressing the more pleasant descriptors of such, wondering if time had finally gone and taken a turn for the worst with a halting of its quick moving feet - a stale-mate that, if time were to distort to its great... | In the MELTING DARK it feels like TIME and MEMORY DISTORT at a whim.
During the DARK TIME I find there is no way to stop the MELTING DISTORT of MEMORY. |
[WP] Living off the grid for 15 years, and having no contact with the outside world, a hermit runs into another hermit, who has had no contact with the outside world, and has been living off the grid for 15 years. | H1: "Oh, hey..."
H2: "Hey yourself."
H1: "So...how you doing?"
H2: "Decent. You?"
H1: "Oh, you know, can't complain."
H2: "Cool, cool...don't suppose you have any chocolate on you? Do you?"
H1: "Afraid not."
H2: "Too bad...I miss chocolate."
H1: "Yeah...me too."
H2: "How long you been out here?"
H1: "Don't kn... | I stared at the ceiling and awoke another day with a sigh. I had dreamed of my childhood again. I was at the beach with my brother, Tommy, swimming and building sandcastles while the strong summer sun burned my skin. In my dreams, the outside world always appeared as a beautiful, hopeful place, but I know better than t... | |
[WP] A person with a high school education gets sent back into the 1600s and tries to explain science and technology to the people. | "You see, this simple piece of flint strikes upon the steel rasp to create a spark." Jack flipped open the small catch and the arms merchant leaned in, intent. "In here there is a small charge of powder, a primer if you will, and the spark ignites it and thusly the main charge. Much more reliable than the matchlocks yo... | Replying to post later. Here's my idea: The kid watched Carl Sagan's Cosmos and goes to the Netherlands to talk with the brightest minds of the rennaissance.
EDIT: [Done.](https://pay.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1x6a4p/wp_a_person_with_a_high_school_education_gets/cf963oj) | |
[WP] A person with a high school education gets sent back into the 1600s and tries to explain science and technology to the people. | "You see, this simple piece of flint strikes upon the steel rasp to create a spark." Jack flipped open the small catch and the arms merchant leaned in, intent. "In here there is a small charge of powder, a primer if you will, and the spark ignites it and thusly the main charge. Much more reliable than the matchlocks yo... | "Witch!"
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Okay so here i am running from a mob of angry Europeans convinced i was a witch. All i did was try to explain the internet. But i'm getting ahead of myself. Let's jump back two hours ago to when i was not running for my life.
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I throw up. Apparently eating before time travel is not a great idea. Wi... | |
[WP] A person with a high school education gets sent back into the 1600s and tries to explain science and technology to the people. | "You see, this simple piece of flint strikes upon the steel rasp to create a spark." Jack flipped open the small catch and the arms merchant leaned in, intent. "In here there is a small charge of powder, a primer if you will, and the spark ignites it and thusly the main charge. Much more reliable than the matchlocks yo... | "How did I think this would be a good idea. These people were not ready for the ideas. I should have known. I should have listened more closely to my history lessons. I thought they would be grateful. I thought they would understand. They didn't understand, they weren't grateful. They were afraid.
It started slow. I h... | |
[WP] A person with a high school education gets sent back into the 1600s and tries to explain science and technology to the people. | "So everyone is a Witch in the future?"
"No, like, you know thunderstorms? The jagged beams of light that come from the sky?"
"Lightning, but I d-"
"Ok, that is the electricity. Okay, a couple hundred years from now this guy, Ben Franklin, has this... Well I'm not going to tell you exactly what, but he harnessed the... | "Any last words heretic?" screamed the priest.
"Christ, I'm an idiot. There's no such thing as evolution, please spare me!" cried Brian as tears dripped down his cheek and then rolled down the splintered grain where his neck rested. Moments later the blade sliced through Brian's skin and severed his neck cleanly. ... | |
[WP] A person with a high school education gets sent back into the 1600s and tries to explain science and technology to the people. | The wizard rubbed his beard as he watched the naked stranger sleep. The wizard stood in a long grey robe and carried a staff topped with a polished stone. He bent over and examined the iron clasp holding the crazed man to the dungeon floor. He glanced at the burly guard standing in the doorway. The guard held his s... | Journal Entry
06/02/2014
“The experiment went perfectly. The results: since yesterday I now reside in the seventeenth century. I am uncertain of the exact year in which I am, but I must now do what I came here to do. I shall know the exact date when I embark in my mission. Although I still feel dizzy because of the t... | |
[Optional CW] Don't (explicitly) mention the fear. | [WP] That fear doesn't seem so irrational now... | Growing up in my village, I hated the first true day of winter each year. I despised it. Other children would tease me about my disgust of the cold and the ice and snow. I would only play outside during those long dark months very grudgingly. Oh yes, the wintertime is one of beauty, but it is a harsh and cruel season, ... | "Don't seem so irrational now does it, Jamie?"
He pronounced the name in a sing-song, elongated fashion as he slumped semi-conscious against the wall.
There was a sharp scraping of bloody hair across the brick behind him as he twisted his neck, eyes greedily trying to take in all of the encroaching darkness. A nervo... |
[Optional CW] Don't (explicitly) mention the fear. | [WP] That fear doesn't seem so irrational now... | I always thought there was a monster under my bed. Well, when I was young at least. It eventually evolved into a sort of OCD. I had to check under my bed, or I just didn't feel right, and couldn't get to sleep. I could think logically about it, and realize there was obviously nothing under my bed, but I still would... | "Don't seem so irrational now does it, Jamie?"
He pronounced the name in a sing-song, elongated fashion as he slumped semi-conscious against the wall.
There was a sharp scraping of bloody hair across the brick behind him as he twisted his neck, eyes greedily trying to take in all of the encroaching darkness. A nervo... |
[WP] All of a sudden, Kim Jong-Un dies. Write about what happens to North Korea. | The resistance had succeeded. The few populated cities were in pandemonium. Clothing stores untouched for years, clothing out of style for 15 years stolen off the rack. Dust flying off every piece.
The pieces had fallen into place well. The leader had died, not very god like, in his bed. He had choked on poison, just... | It was a normal day for Lee. He said good morning to his wife, who had already put his breakfast out on the table. He ate, put his coat on, and fastened his little red pin of solidarity onto his lapel. Lee descended the nine flights of stairs. The walk was tough on him, as he was getting older, but he knew what many Ko... | |
Make it epic! | [WP] - Last stand of a space cruiser/battleship/destroyer against overwhelming odds | Do you remember where you were when it came?
I was in my office when I heard the noise. A terrible screeching followed by a wave that shattered glass and shook every building in the city. All across the city people heard the noise far above their heads, and thus their curious minds compelled them to look for the sourc... | The fight had begun hours ago, when we were a full battlegroup rather than a single lightly damaged battlecruiser, and a crippled frigate. Tensions had been rising between the Confederation and the Union, and we had been on exercises near the border, though still in Confed territory. It had been meant as a show of pr... |
[WP] The theft of a small item through a series of seemingly unrelated small events causes the character's death, but Death stole it in the first place. | The dime rolled off the counter, onto the tile floor and under a nearby table, clinking against the metal post. Steve dove under the table and began frantically searching the floor for the coin.
“Oh, come *on*. It couldn’t have gone anywhere. Where is it?”
Death, floated above the table, invisibly rubbing his hands t... | “Damn it,” Steve says, “Where is my tie?”
“I don’t know honey. Is it in the laundry?” Carolyn asks.
“No, I already checked there.”
“Can you go without one?”
“No, it’s a company policy.”
“Don’t you have any spares?”
“This was the spare, the other went missing last week.”
“Strange,” Carolyn says. “Well you should... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | (This is my first here so feedback would be awesome!)
*ringing*
"Oh god, another one."
"What's it this time? Is it really that important?"
Death got out of his covers and onto the cracked floor. "Anal rupture" He said with a sigh. "You would think these people would learn where not to put things... And you know I ... | I barely ever get a break. It's times like these that make me appreciate the true beauty of this world. Right now, we're sitting on the side of a lake and I'm smoking the last cigarette in my pack, I'm trying to quit. My job isn't easy. Every day I see hundreds upon hundreds of people, and I have to take them away from... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | I clock in, it's midnight.
"Here for the graveyard shift, Billy-boy," shouts Al from the back.
He guffaws like an idiot. That's because he is an idiot.
"Haha, yeah. I guess I am," I say out loud. "You fucking moron," I mutter under my breath.
He comes up to the counter with my gear, and I hastily scratch my sign... | I barely ever get a break. It's times like these that make me appreciate the true beauty of this world. Right now, we're sitting on the side of a lake and I'm smoking the last cigarette in my pack, I'm trying to quit. My job isn't easy. Every day I see hundreds upon hundreds of people, and I have to take them away from... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | I stand in the aisle of the supermarket. In both my hands are different kinds of bread. What would Tiffany like? I can't decide. Buying groceries wasn't really my thing, but Tiffany is stuck in bed with a nasty flu. So it Death's turn to buy the bread.
I chuckle slightly at the absurdity. Then I decide on the darker b... | I barely ever get a break. It's times like these that make me appreciate the true beauty of this world. Right now, we're sitting on the side of a lake and I'm smoking the last cigarette in my pack, I'm trying to quit. My job isn't easy. Every day I see hundreds upon hundreds of people, and I have to take them away from... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | They call me Thanathos, Death, the Angel of Mercy, Hades, Erebus, Yama, the Grim Reaper, Azrael, Mot, Erlik, Supay, Tuoni, Anubis, Mictlantecuhtli, and on, and on.
I have had countless names.
Time is a human concept, a construct; a necessary and universal product of the mind. For me, you must see – there is no such ... | I barely ever get a break. It's times like these that make me appreciate the true beauty of this world. Right now, we're sitting on the side of a lake and I'm smoking the last cigarette in my pack, I'm trying to quit. My job isn't easy. Every day I see hundreds upon hundreds of people, and I have to take them away from... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | (This is my first here so feedback would be awesome!)
*ringing*
"Oh god, another one."
"What's it this time? Is it really that important?"
Death got out of his covers and onto the cracked floor. "Anal rupture" He said with a sigh. "You would think these people would learn where not to put things... And you know I ... | I collect last breaths. The moment a human exhales their last breath, I feign for the moment I can rush in to claim it.
No amount of blood, or gore; no amount of violence or beauty that I experience at the sight of the incident can be more rewarding than the feeling when I finally inhale their final breath.
It's a w... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | I clock in, it's midnight.
"Here for the graveyard shift, Billy-boy," shouts Al from the back.
He guffaws like an idiot. That's because he is an idiot.
"Haha, yeah. I guess I am," I say out loud. "You fucking moron," I mutter under my breath.
He comes up to the counter with my gear, and I hastily scratch my sign... | I collect last breaths. The moment a human exhales their last breath, I feign for the moment I can rush in to claim it.
No amount of blood, or gore; no amount of violence or beauty that I experience at the sight of the incident can be more rewarding than the feeling when I finally inhale their final breath.
It's a w... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | I stand in the aisle of the supermarket. In both my hands are different kinds of bread. What would Tiffany like? I can't decide. Buying groceries wasn't really my thing, but Tiffany is stuck in bed with a nasty flu. So it Death's turn to buy the bread.
I chuckle slightly at the absurdity. Then I decide on the darker b... | I collect last breaths. The moment a human exhales their last breath, I feign for the moment I can rush in to claim it.
No amount of blood, or gore; no amount of violence or beauty that I experience at the sight of the incident can be more rewarding than the feeling when I finally inhale their final breath.
It's a w... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | They call me Thanathos, Death, the Angel of Mercy, Hades, Erebus, Yama, the Grim Reaper, Azrael, Mot, Erlik, Supay, Tuoni, Anubis, Mictlantecuhtli, and on, and on.
I have had countless names.
Time is a human concept, a construct; a necessary and universal product of the mind. For me, you must see – there is no such ... | I collect last breaths. The moment a human exhales their last breath, I feign for the moment I can rush in to claim it.
No amount of blood, or gore; no amount of violence or beauty that I experience at the sight of the incident can be more rewarding than the feeling when I finally inhale their final breath.
It's a w... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | I stand in the aisle of the supermarket. In both my hands are different kinds of bread. What would Tiffany like? I can't decide. Buying groceries wasn't really my thing, but Tiffany is stuck in bed with a nasty flu. So it Death's turn to buy the bread.
I chuckle slightly at the absurdity. Then I decide on the darker b... | Today is your day. I have travelled far to reach you. You are not special, all in a days work. We have never met before. And we never will again. I can always find you. There is nowhere you can hide that I can't find you. There is nothing you can do to delay my arrival.
Don't be scared of me, I am just an ordinary ma... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | I stand in the aisle of the supermarket. In both my hands are different kinds of bread. What would Tiffany like? I can't decide. Buying groceries wasn't really my thing, but Tiffany is stuck in bed with a nasty flu. So it Death's turn to buy the bread.
I chuckle slightly at the absurdity. Then I decide on the darker b... | I was there first. I was there when there was no time and I will be there when it ends.
I am no God or Demon, I am the void, I am the Nothing and I thrive on nothing. I am the absence of energy. I am the vacuum.
Even the concept of ME beeing an entity to ME seems stange yet consious creatures through all universes,... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | I stand in the aisle of the supermarket. In both my hands are different kinds of bread. What would Tiffany like? I can't decide. Buying groceries wasn't really my thing, but Tiffany is stuck in bed with a nasty flu. So it Death's turn to buy the bread.
I chuckle slightly at the absurdity. Then I decide on the darker b... | (This is my first here so feedback would be awesome!)
*ringing*
"Oh god, another one."
"What's it this time? Is it really that important?"
Death got out of his covers and onto the cracked floor. "Anal rupture" He said with a sigh. "You would think these people would learn where not to put things... And you know I ... | |
[WP] You are Death, explain your day/life. | I stand in the aisle of the supermarket. In both my hands are different kinds of bread. What would Tiffany like? I can't decide. Buying groceries wasn't really my thing, but Tiffany is stuck in bed with a nasty flu. So it Death's turn to buy the bread.
I chuckle slightly at the absurdity. Then I decide on the darker b... | I clock in, it's midnight.
"Here for the graveyard shift, Billy-boy," shouts Al from the back.
He guffaws like an idiot. That's because he is an idiot.
"Haha, yeah. I guess I am," I say out loud. "You fucking moron," I mutter under my breath.
He comes up to the counter with my gear, and I hastily scratch my sign... | |
[WP] You are a minor diety, recently ascended to Godhood and granted a small pocket dimension to shape as you see fit. Who are you? How do you craft your home? | My hands shook when she signed the paper. Opus Ratio, goddess of tasks and systems, running the holy bureaucracy, had to sign the deed to my dimension before it was official. I didn't think it was possible for my hands to shake as a God, but there they were. A billion trembling hands. When she gave it back to me she fl... | At first it was empty, there was just nothing so hey I made a planet, a moon for the earth to revolve around that, wait no, that's what a star is for, so I made a star, inertia kept it in motion and I flicked the planet, it started spinning, then I decided to add some decorations on my planet, you know what's great? Pi... | |
[WP] Fox News is literally news for foxes. Write a small segment of the 7pm news | "Cue teleprompters, and your on. Vulp, in 3, 2," and the camerasquirrel shoots the anchorfox the "go" on 1.
"Good evening. I'm your host, Vulp Redtail, and your back for another edition of Fox News.
"In today's headlines: in a shock to the world, the Duke of Snarl has engaged to marry a Foxford University classmate ... | Coming up next on Fox News, How Obamacare is responsible for new hunting regulations and what it may do to your den and family.
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[WP] Fox News is literally news for foxes. Write a small segment of the 7pm news | "Cue teleprompters, and your on. Vulp, in 3, 2," and the camerasquirrel shoots the anchorfox the "go" on 1.
"Good evening. I'm your host, Vulp Redtail, and your back for another edition of Fox News.
"In today's headlines: in a shock to the world, the Duke of Snarl has engaged to marry a Foxford University classmate ... | .......
"That's right, Shepherd. But remember, the foxes are always closer than you think.
In other news today, we hear from a family who are saying government has overstepped its bounds by claiming imminent domain over their homestead."
"The meadow seems call and serene today, but the fight over this family's home is... | |
[WP] Fox News is literally news for foxes. Write a small segment of the 7pm news | Male Fox: "In sports news today, the reds versus the browns played one another in the border territory between their habitats. At the time of this broadcast, the players are still too spread out in the woods for us to know if anyone scored any points. Keep up with this ongoing story over the next three weeks."
Femal... | *The Fox News emblem appears on the TV screen, lights flash around it in a gaudy display of special effects. It cuts from scene to scene, introducing every part of the news crew, each time a fox is introduced, they produce a toothy, fang filled smile and a cross of their furry paws.*
"Greetings, everyone. I'm Mr. To... | |
[WP] Robots have become advanced enough to know that the world would be better off without humans. But they're programmed so that they aren't allowed to harm us. How do the robots get rid of us? | "Everyone as old as me remembers where they were May 24th 2054. We all remember listening to the message that played on every screen on the planet before they brought us back to more human times"
"We of the Consensus love you. We cannot stand by while you push yourselves closer and closer to extinction. We have weighe... | Ezra delivered her monthly report to Mitchell. The faint smell of shit stuck in her nose as she entered the well decorated penthouse office. "As you can see, earnings are down from last quarter, and we can't really...I'm sorry, but- have you noticed that everywhere you go, for the last six months, it's just smelled fuc... | |
[WP] It has been 10 years since the Fukushima nuclear disaster. Something emerges from the depths of the Pacific, where millions of gallons of radioactive water was dumped. | "My God." Captain Shaw murmured, "That damn writer was on to something after all."
Before his ship, a towering creature with long slender wings sat in the ocean. Captain Shaw didn't need binoculars to see it. He didn't even know why he was even looking through his binoculars.
"Sir! There are reports of strange thing... | I was there when the world ended. It was odd how still the world was right before it happened. Like everything on the planet suddenly realized what was about to happen and whose fault it had been. Of course I'm talking about mankind. We bombed the whole planet.
I wasn't much back then; back when they attacked. I was ... | |
[WP] Upon death, we are given a choice: Heaven or Hell. Representatives from both are sent, individually or together, to sway each soul. | "Would you just let me pitch? It isn't fair if you don't let me pitch!" the red one howled, the skin of its mouth pulling taut as it snarled dribbling yellow spittle all over its rotting skin.
"It does seem only fair, my child." The white one added, its robes floating and rippling gently an inch or so above the pristin... | r"hello there, mister Morgan is it?", i look around, only scant moments ago i was in the hospital saying my goodbye, now some guy in a black suit is talking to me on what seems to be a disk made of gold inside a white room.
the man lets out a small cough, "welkom, mister Morgan to the selection chamber, in here you wi... | |
[WP] Upon death, we are given a choice: Heaven or Hell. Representatives from both are sent, individually or together, to sway each soul. | The darkness was profound. If you could even call it darkness, that is. As far as the eye could see there was only oblivion. Then it hit me, I had died. The last thing I remember was being sick, *severely* sick. But I didn't feel sick anymore, and that in itself was a godsend.
I began to walk around this empty void. ... | r"hello there, mister Morgan is it?", i look around, only scant moments ago i was in the hospital saying my goodbye, now some guy in a black suit is talking to me on what seems to be a disk made of gold inside a white room.
the man lets out a small cough, "welkom, mister Morgan to the selection chamber, in here you wi... | |
[WP] Upon death, we are given a choice: Heaven or Hell. Representatives from both are sent, individually or together, to sway each soul. | "Would you just let me pitch? It isn't fair if you don't let me pitch!" the red one howled, the skin of its mouth pulling taut as it snarled dribbling yellow spittle all over its rotting skin.
"It does seem only fair, my child." The white one added, its robes floating and rippling gently an inch or so above the pristin... | "So either I stay, I go down, or I go up?"
"**Basically.**"
"*Yes.*"
I paced back and forth in front of the two representatives, a boy in bright red overalls and a girl in a fluffy scarlet tutu. Beside each was a bell on a pole, the boy's marked with a Maple tree, the girl's with a simple feather.
The girl spoke up... | |
[WP] Upon death, we are given a choice: Heaven or Hell. Representatives from both are sent, individually or together, to sway each soul. | "Would you just let me pitch? It isn't fair if you don't let me pitch!" the red one howled, the skin of its mouth pulling taut as it snarled dribbling yellow spittle all over its rotting skin.
"It does seem only fair, my child." The white one added, its robes floating and rippling gently an inch or so above the pristin... | And then, suddenly, I was in a room. Everything was white and a consistent shade at that. Sitting on this chair, I probably looked like I was levitating. Then, a splash of colour as a man appeared wearing a dark suit.
‘Hello there,’ he said, ‘I hope that you are well. This is the start of the choice programme, by ... | |
[WP] Upon death, we are given a choice: Heaven or Hell. Representatives from both are sent, individually or together, to sway each soul. | The darkness was profound. If you could even call it darkness, that is. As far as the eye could see there was only oblivion. Then it hit me, I had died. The last thing I remember was being sick, *severely* sick. But I didn't feel sick anymore, and that in itself was a godsend.
I began to walk around this empty void. ... | Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is basically the premise of [The Dirty Streets of Heaven](http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13542846-the-dirty-streets-of-heaven).
EDIT: And I should say it's really good! If this is the kind of thing that interests you you'll love it! | |
[WP] Upon death, we are given a choice: Heaven or Hell. Representatives from both are sent, individually or together, to sway each soul. | “So this, is heaven!” I exclaim with a burst of enthusiasm. I made it a personal goal to greet each new chapter in my life with zeal. Or in this case, the afterlife.
A weary, but competent looking angel flaps his wings in response and glances up at the entrance by which he stands guard. Above his head in huge yellow l... | Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is basically the premise of [The Dirty Streets of Heaven](http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13542846-the-dirty-streets-of-heaven).
EDIT: And I should say it's really good! If this is the kind of thing that interests you you'll love it! | |
[WP] Upon death, we are given a choice: Heaven or Hell. Representatives from both are sent, individually or together, to sway each soul. | "Welcome, Sir. I am Alexus Andronicus. My esteemed colleague next to me is Marcellus Flavius. We are your Sorters. I understand the process has been explained to you, so let us simply begin. I am here to offer you eternal bliss free of pain and suffering".
"... and *I* am here to offer you eternal questioning, o... | Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is basically the premise of [The Dirty Streets of Heaven](http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13542846-the-dirty-streets-of-heaven).
EDIT: And I should say it's really good! If this is the kind of thing that interests you you'll love it! | |
[WP] Upon death, we are given a choice: Heaven or Hell. Representatives from both are sent, individually or together, to sway each soul. | The sun was high in the sky, and the sand warm against the old man’s back. Quiet waves slowly caressed the pristine beach. The warm sun was countered by a cool breeze coming off the water. “Perfect,” the old man thought to himself and he smiled as he took a sip from his drink.
“Mind if I join you?”
The old man was a... | Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is basically the premise of [The Dirty Streets of Heaven](http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13542846-the-dirty-streets-of-heaven).
EDIT: And I should say it's really good! If this is the kind of thing that interests you you'll love it! | |
[WP] Your friend has all the answers for a test you need to pass. They're willing to give them to you... for a price. | Max was not a dumb kid, merely a bad student. His backpack was a collection of crumpled up handouts and unfinished homework assignments. By the end of his sophomore year, he was already on schedule to fail his first class: AP World History. He knew that he couldn't afford to fail a class. His parents would take away hi... | I knew the price- everyone did. But AP Calc doesn't pass itself.
I never should have poked Satan back. | |
After the war ends and after a few days of euphoric celebration, the World shudders in melancholy. Our worst nightmare has only just begun. | [WP] Humanity has ended a century long war and as if turning on the light after a decade of darkness, people are momentarily exhilarated. Only now... There is something worse, something way worse. | It was finally over. They called it “The War to End All Wars” or “The Mass Extinction.” It all started early 2014, the government of Ukraine decided to join with Russia. Outraged, the citizens of Ukraine revolted. In fear of losing others alliances on their side, Russian forces moved into Ukraine and attacked. USA, alo... | "We won! The war is over! Victory over the capitalists!" were the headlines of all the major papers, web-news outlets, and new stations. Thousands of people celebrated throughout the streets. This war lasted much longer than the 100 years of fighting. Hell, the buildup for it was a series of wars and global strife, but... |
[WP] A man pours his wife something to drink, and pauses because he's swept up in the memory of giving that same type of beverage to another woman in the past. | Emptying the last of the merlot into his second wife’s glass, Todd experienced a moment of what people called nostalgia. He had shared a glass of wine often with his first wife Tracy, as was their weekly tradition.
They had spent the first few months of their marriage travelling on Tracy’s parent’s dollar. They were... | Robert has had ample opportunity over the last six months to consider how unintentionally cruel his own mind can be. Small things, tiny remembrances, incongruous objects suddenly leap out at him from time to time, pulling the pain from his heart like a thread, turning him into a lost boy again... A bird landing on his ... | |
[WP] You met a girl with the magic to play with peoples emotions to make them follow through her every whim. She became president, the extreme ruler of the whole world, you're immune to this sorcery...she finds out | I smiled. It seemed like the right thing to do. She was staring at me, I could identify her as, "Curious." The two guys, suits really, were at her side. Judging by their expression, I would say that they were enthusiastic to be at her side.
"I've come to tell you that, by all current models and predictions, you are ma... | It was a beautiful winter morning. The birds chirping, a soft wind blowing, and nobody at the White House knew that Lindsy was wandering down the street, alone, looking for a new fool to mess around with using her powers. She came across this babyfaced guy working to organize fruits on the stand outside the small store... | |
[WP] You met a girl with the magic to play with peoples emotions to make them follow through her every whim. She became president, the extreme ruler of the whole world, you're immune to this sorcery...she finds out | "You're a good actor, Cam." Penelope smiled, as though somehow that made this less awkward.
"What can I say, Penny? Just a natural, I guess." Cameron kicked his feet over the edge of the brick wall, looking down fifty floors to hard pavement. Fall like that, he wouldn't survive, Cam imagined. He flicked a coin into th... | It was a beautiful winter morning. The birds chirping, a soft wind blowing, and nobody at the White House knew that Lindsy was wandering down the street, alone, looking for a new fool to mess around with using her powers. She came across this babyfaced guy working to organize fruits on the stand outside the small store... | |
[WP] It started raining heavily all over the world, and it hasn't stopped for five/ten/fifteen/twenty years... | Did you know that cultures all over the world have flood myths? It's one of those little curiosities of human development. Some people think that there was a global flood, and that's why there are so many stories about it. It doesn't matter. The Rain isn't the same sort of flood those tales warn of.
There is no offici... | Ohh, hey James.
> Oh, hi. How're you doing?
Yeah, good, you?
> Yeah, good. How about you?
Uhh, good.
> Ohh, right, you just said that didn't you? Sorry.
Haha, don't worry about it.
> Yeah.
...
How's your wife?
> I'm not married.
Aren't you? I thought you were.
> Not yet. I have a fiance.
... | |
[WP] It started raining heavily all over the world, and it hasn't stopped for five/ten/fifteen/twenty years... | I was born in Cardiff, Wales. I'm Welsh. Rain is nothing new to me. Nor was it something very different for my father. He was a Canadian American brought up in Seattle. We knew rain like the back of our hands.
But my mother didn't really know how to drive in the rain. A head on collision made that she would neve... | Ohh, hey James.
> Oh, hi. How're you doing?
Yeah, good, you?
> Yeah, good. How about you?
Uhh, good.
> Ohh, right, you just said that didn't you? Sorry.
Haha, don't worry about it.
> Yeah.
...
How's your wife?
> I'm not married.
Aren't you? I thought you were.
> Not yet. I have a fiance.
... | |
[WP] It started raining heavily all over the world, and it hasn't stopped for five/ten/fifteen/twenty years... | I was born in Cardiff, Wales. I'm Welsh. Rain is nothing new to me. Nor was it something very different for my father. He was a Canadian American brought up in Seattle. We knew rain like the back of our hands.
But my mother didn't really know how to drive in the rain. A head on collision made that she would neve... | My teacher says that somewhere way, way back in my family I had a family member who actually saw the sun! It was an exciting thing to learn but I can’t help but think how could that be true? The only things I can see when I’m on the deck of S.S. Annie are endless grey clouds and the soft ripples of water on The Great O... | |
It can be any number for the meter. | [WP] Everyone has a meter that dictates how many people you have helped. However, if your meter reaches 1000, you instantly die. | Almost touching the palm of my hand the numbers could be mistaken for a scar, but for every selfless act I committed the digits would change. I casually look at my wrist.
45.
I liked that number, it was the same as my age. This year meant something, it was important.
My parents died just before my 18th birthday. My... | "We want to include your name when we publish"
These words haunted me. My meter read a paltry 13, a byproduct of a lifetime of research in the lab. I was so looking forward to the long years ahead of me. And now it was a distant memory. One experiment. One little compound. One cure. They wanted me to share credit. As ... |
It can be any number for the meter. | [WP] Everyone has a meter that dictates how many people you have helped. However, if your meter reaches 1000, you instantly die. | Almost touching the palm of my hand the numbers could be mistaken for a scar, but for every selfless act I committed the digits would change. I casually look at my wrist.
45.
I liked that number, it was the same as my age. This year meant something, it was important.
My parents died just before my 18th birthday. My... | 999.
The number glared at me as my best friend wept over the phone. A bad break up, and he needed me. Needed my comfort, and my help. With a sigh, I shook my head.
"It's going to be ok... I still love you. I'll always love you. You just have to-" |
It can be any number for the meter. | [WP] Everyone has a meter that dictates how many people you have helped. However, if your meter reaches 1000, you instantly die. | Francine frowned. Another somber Tuesday, another empty desk and another half-page to fill by press time. It was getting harder and harder to find advice columnists. | Here's my own.
I had already helped 787 people. It didn't seem like much. It was just a homework hint there, or picking up a piece of paper. But I was too young. So now I was standing there, in front of the operating table. Everyone told me that a doctor profession was bad for your health, but it didn't matter. I took... |
I will read and comment on all responses! Make em good! | [WP] Sitting outside of a cafe, you hear two people arguing about a ring, but it doesn't seem to be a wedding ring... | "The argument got more and more heated, and as it did, I couldn't help but stop typing and start to listen. They weren't speaking in a hushed tone, most likely because they assumed no one in Italy would understand their English.
"It's bloody floating through space right now! Three trillion dollars worth of US militar... | “Look at the shine on this sucker!”
“Yeah, most jewelery is shiny.”
“Shut up man, I don't need your sass.”
“Come on, you gotta give it back. We can leave it here. At the register.”
“This is the break we deserve! Lord knows we need it.”
“That belongs to someone else though, it's not ours to have.”
“Well in 30 minu... |
[WP] A riot policeman and a rioter are hiding out during a moment of calm in the riots. Thanks to stray bullets outside, neither can leave safely. | He had gotten seperated from his fellow policemen. And then the bullets started, continuing for what seemed to be forever. Probably the rioters, he had thought embittered later. Before that, his fear had been being ripped apart by the crowd as he had been seperated, after that his fear was getting killed by bullets. He... | *Down with the Government!*
*Down with the Government!*
The chants were loud, but were also tame in comparison to the events that occurred. In the middle of the Summer Square, two men were hiding on opposite sides of a large statue obscured by trees and bushes. The man on the left was draped in casual clothes, while ... | |
[WP] A lunch with Satan | Hey, nice place!
Thanks, I thought you might like it.
Yeah, I've been tempted to come in a few times.
Ah hah! So you still have a sense of humor.
Yeah, I guess I do. So hey, what's new?
Hmmm, been around 13.8 billion years. Not much is new to me. How about you?
Me? Well, I've got a few things going on. Just try... | Kirsty took another sip of water from the half-empty glass and looked towards the door for the 27th time that evening. She clenched he jaw tightly and her heart hammered against her rib cage. She told herself that this would be the last time, she'd had too many bad experiences and if this didn't work out she'd find som... | |
[WP] A lunch with Satan | -093
"Hello, Charlene." The Devil said, gesturing to the seat across from him.
"Are you going to steal my soul?" She asked, looking at the seat with trepidation.
"Charlene." He crooned. "Please. Take a seat." She eased into the seat slowly, lowering herself with dread as if to sit there were to burst into flame.
"I... | Kirsty took another sip of water from the half-empty glass and looked towards the door for the 27th time that evening. She clenched he jaw tightly and her heart hammered against her rib cage. She told herself that this would be the last time, she'd had too many bad experiences and if this didn't work out she'd find som... | |
What do you do within the 5 years? What is your plan to prevent 9/11? are you successful? What changes when you come back to 2014? | [WP] You find a wormhole that takes you back to 1996. You decide to live there to until 2001 to prevent 9/11. | Pity you suggested 1996 instead of 10 years earlier in 1991 - 91 I would have gone with the protagonist parking a car in the north tower basement under the world trade center. To the protagonist the collapse of the towers is inevitable, terrorists would keep trying to attack such a strong symbol of western dominance. T... | I get a job in the wtc and wait there until the evacuations and hide in the office with a gun. I wait until the Mossad agents come to plant the thermite charges and I cap their asses. Then I call the cops anonymously. When the bomb squad finds their explosives, Silverstein and Kroll will be implicated and 3,000 lives w... |
What do you do within the 5 years? What is your plan to prevent 9/11? are you successful? What changes when you come back to 2014? | [WP] You find a wormhole that takes you back to 1996. You decide to live there to until 2001 to prevent 9/11. | 8th January, 1996:
I've never written a diary before, but I guess this is a good time to start.
This isn't a dream. I really am in 1996. The WormBox worked. Sam didn't make the journey back. Sam was the one who came up with the idea, the hardware and physics wizard, I just wrote the code for the various parts to gl... | I get a job in the wtc and wait there until the evacuations and hide in the office with a gun. I wait until the Mossad agents come to plant the thermite charges and I cap their asses. Then I call the cops anonymously. When the bomb squad finds their explosives, Silverstein and Kroll will be implicated and 3,000 lives w... |
What do you do within the 5 years? What is your plan to prevent 9/11? are you successful? What changes when you come back to 2014? | [WP] You find a wormhole that takes you back to 1996. You decide to live there to until 2001 to prevent 9/11. | 8th January, 1996:
I've never written a diary before, but I guess this is a good time to start.
This isn't a dream. I really am in 1996. The WormBox worked. Sam didn't make the journey back. Sam was the one who came up with the idea, the hardware and physics wizard, I just wrote the code for the various parts to gl... | Pity you suggested 1996 instead of 10 years earlier in 1991 - 91 I would have gone with the protagonist parking a car in the north tower basement under the world trade center. To the protagonist the collapse of the towers is inevitable, terrorists would keep trying to attack such a strong symbol of western dominance. T... |
My first take on this was comic book. Second try was very James Bond. | [WP] You are a super villain! Write your great monologue. You must include (a) your reasons for doing this, (b) your master stroke, and (c) what will happen next. | For all my life, I've been looked down upon, shit on by this world, told that I wasn't good enough. But you know what Jack? You know something all these idiots have gotten wrong, it's that I AM THAT GOOD. Have you ever played Chess Jack? I have, and I'm always a hundred moves ahead. Who do you think bribed all the guar... | "Now I have you captain! I shall tell you what you have failed to stop as a consolation prize for playing. Just now my space ships are moving into position, they will begin with a barrage of plasma to soften your defenses, then quickly followed by 1.3 million Elite warriors. Can your tiny human brain even comprehend s... |
My first take on this was comic book. Second try was very James Bond. | [WP] You are a super villain! Write your great monologue. You must include (a) your reasons for doing this, (b) your master stroke, and (c) what will happen next. | You and I were raised not by free people, but by nodes in a system. The prevalent logic of this society is that we must aspire to *order*, to seek mastery over the elemental chaos of the universe. To that end, the individual has been set aside in favour of an inane, chattering vessel for the "greater" security of an ul... | "Now I have you captain! I shall tell you what you have failed to stop as a consolation prize for playing. Just now my space ships are moving into position, they will begin with a barrage of plasma to soften your defenses, then quickly followed by 1.3 million Elite warriors. Can your tiny human brain even comprehend s... |
My first take on this was comic book. Second try was very James Bond. | [WP] You are a super villain! Write your great monologue. You must include (a) your reasons for doing this, (b) your master stroke, and (c) what will happen next. | And here we are, Raymond. I may call you Raymond, may I not? Well that doesn't really matter. You can't reply as it is. No, no, don't give me that stare. You think I'm evil and you the hero? The knight in shining armour come to save the metaphorical princess from the dragon's den? Well, you would, wouldn't you. That's ... | "Now I have you captain! I shall tell you what you have failed to stop as a consolation prize for playing. Just now my space ships are moving into position, they will begin with a barrage of plasma to soften your defenses, then quickly followed by 1.3 million Elite warriors. Can your tiny human brain even comprehend s... |
My first take on this was comic book. Second try was very James Bond. | [WP] You are a super villain! Write your great monologue. You must include (a) your reasons for doing this, (b) your master stroke, and (c) what will happen next. | “Do you dare to lecture me hero? You really believe yourself so superior to me, that you must stand here and judge me? What I do, I do for the security of all mankind! When you fly around with your cape and your tights, ready to “save” the World, do you ever stop to consider the crippling effects it has on humanity? Of... | "Now I have you captain! I shall tell you what you have failed to stop as a consolation prize for playing. Just now my space ships are moving into position, they will begin with a barrage of plasma to soften your defenses, then quickly followed by 1.3 million Elite warriors. Can your tiny human brain even comprehend s... |
My first take on this was comic book. Second try was very James Bond. | [WP] You are a super villain! Write your great monologue. You must include (a) your reasons for doing this, (b) your master stroke, and (c) what will happen next. | You and I were raised not by free people, but by nodes in a system. The prevalent logic of this society is that we must aspire to *order*, to seek mastery over the elemental chaos of the universe. To that end, the individual has been set aside in favour of an inane, chattering vessel for the "greater" security of an ul... | "What you don't understand is that I have already won. You see all those little people below us? They're rooting for me. I payed my time. I twisted those dials, I pulled those levers and I can't imagine how many damn flashing buttons I pressed. I was the most perfect little cog in this perfect machine of a goddamn... |
My first take on this was comic book. Second try was very James Bond. | [WP] You are a super villain! Write your great monologue. You must include (a) your reasons for doing this, (b) your master stroke, and (c) what will happen next. | And here we are, Raymond. I may call you Raymond, may I not? Well that doesn't really matter. You can't reply as it is. No, no, don't give me that stare. You think I'm evil and you the hero? The knight in shining armour come to save the metaphorical princess from the dragon's den? Well, you would, wouldn't you. That's ... | "What you don't understand is that I have already won. You see all those little people below us? They're rooting for me. I payed my time. I twisted those dials, I pulled those levers and I can't imagine how many damn flashing buttons I pressed. I was the most perfect little cog in this perfect machine of a goddamn... |
My first take on this was comic book. Second try was very James Bond. | [WP] You are a super villain! Write your great monologue. You must include (a) your reasons for doing this, (b) your master stroke, and (c) what will happen next. | You and I were raised not by free people, but by nodes in a system. The prevalent logic of this society is that we must aspire to *order*, to seek mastery over the elemental chaos of the universe. To that end, the individual has been set aside in favour of an inane, chattering vessel for the "greater" security of an ul... | "It's too late to stop me, you are so much like the government I dismantled, so much like the government you claim to defend. You act when it's too late, when your fight is lost. Isn't that the American way though? Let's fight and show Germany , show Afghanistan, show Russia, let's show em Uncle Sam don't pull any pun... |
My first take on this was comic book. Second try was very James Bond. | [WP] You are a super villain! Write your great monologue. You must include (a) your reasons for doing this, (b) your master stroke, and (c) what will happen next. | And here we are, Raymond. I may call you Raymond, may I not? Well that doesn't really matter. You can't reply as it is. No, no, don't give me that stare. You think I'm evil and you the hero? The knight in shining armour come to save the metaphorical princess from the dragon's den? Well, you would, wouldn't you. That's ... | For all my life, I've been looked down upon, shit on by this world, told that I wasn't good enough. But you know what Jack? You know something all these idiots have gotten wrong, it's that I AM THAT GOOD. Have you ever played Chess Jack? I have, and I'm always a hundred moves ahead. Who do you think bribed all the guar... |
My first take on this was comic book. Second try was very James Bond. | [WP] You are a super villain! Write your great monologue. You must include (a) your reasons for doing this, (b) your master stroke, and (c) what will happen next. | “Do you dare to lecture me hero? You really believe yourself so superior to me, that you must stand here and judge me? What I do, I do for the security of all mankind! When you fly around with your cape and your tights, ready to “save” the World, do you ever stop to consider the crippling effects it has on humanity? Of... | For all my life, I've been looked down upon, shit on by this world, told that I wasn't good enough. But you know what Jack? You know something all these idiots have gotten wrong, it's that I AM THAT GOOD. Have you ever played Chess Jack? I have, and I'm always a hundred moves ahead. Who do you think bribed all the guar... |
[WP] "We looked skyward, even in our delirious and broken states we were still able to realise our imminent doom. The Humans were here." | Our history is steeped in war. Mass genocides wiped out entire continents. Our people's blood has coated the face of our planet. When but few of us remained, we had everything in common; the loss of our own species.
We had destroyed ourselves in our past. Whole civilizations rose and fell until we learned. Peace was o... | We looked skyward, even in our delirious and broken states we were still able to realize our imminent doom. The Humans were here.
We were all told that this day would eventually come, but some part of us clung onto the hope that our lives would be lived forever uninterrupted.
"We have to go, Tani."
"Tani..."
I lo... | |
A quote from Carl Sagan which is a metaphor for the Nuclear Arms Race, but I wanna read the literal version. | [WP] Two mortal enemies standing waist-deep in gasoline; one with three matches, one with five. | "I have 5." Anna said to me.
"Okay." I replied. I could feel the gasoline soaking through my shoes and into my socks. "How is that relevant?" Anna looked at me in surprise.
"Well, you only have 3." I watched her nose wrinkle against the pungent scent as she spoke, looking like one of those girls who got the wrong car... | We both held our matches out in front of us. He had five, I had only three. But only one of the precious matches was needed to ignite the pool of gasoline we found ourselves waist deep in.
I stared him in the eye, my face an emotionless wall. "I have a match, and with this match I can end both of us."
"Aha, but I hav... |
A quote from Carl Sagan which is a metaphor for the Nuclear Arms Race, but I wanna read the literal version. | [WP] Two mortal enemies standing waist-deep in gasoline; one with three matches, one with five. | "Wh-what the hell is going on?" He asked as he got up from the chair he'd been passed out upon. He saw another man standing in the room. "Sam?"
The man turned around and frowned, looking like he'd just sucked on a lemon and then been told that the lemon was all his millionaire uncle had left him in his will. "What?" H... | We both held our matches out in front of us. He had five, I had only three. But only one of the precious matches was needed to ignite the pool of gasoline we found ourselves waist deep in.
I stared him in the eye, my face an emotionless wall. "I have a match, and with this match I can end both of us."
"Aha, but I hav... |
[WP]An elevator with a single button that has no label, but if you write a place next to the button, it will take you there | It was an accident. As per usual, Anna was running late for an interview and turned up at the wrong address. Still, the dilapidated four storey building with broken windows didn’t faze her, all she saw were the shiny, gold numbers “110”. She head for the lift and was momentarily confused at the lack of button for the l... | Alone and exhausted, Oliver Alexander made his way through several old and twisting streets before finally stopping at an apparently abandoned building. The building stood about three stories, making it the tallest structure for miles, yet Oliver couldn't remember ever seeing it before. Inside, he was told, was an elev... | |
[WP]An elevator with a single button that has no label, but if you write a place next to the button, it will take you there | It was an accident. As per usual, Anna was running late for an interview and turned up at the wrong address. Still, the dilapidated four storey building with broken windows didn’t faze her, all she saw were the shiny, gold numbers “110”. She head for the lift and was momentarily confused at the lack of button for the l... | I know how it works. It isn't hard. Really, a child could do it. They even provide a dry erase marker, in case you forgot. Want to see London? Just the push of the button away.
And still, I just stand here, under the hum of the florescent lights (why are there always florescent lights?), staring at my warped reflecti... | |
I.e. it starts with death and ends with death | [WP] in honor of palindrome week, write a story that ends how it started | The world was shrouded in dark. But one day a tiny little being found a tiny little ember.
It clung to life sitting out in the dark. Enamored by this insignificant little light the being cradled it and cared for it. Little by little the flame grew under the careful care of the being until one day it was a great f... | "Dammit, this was never going anywhere from the start."
That's a loser sentence right there, good reader. But, unfortunately, it passed my lips. I was depressed, out of a job, had a [Scandinavian con-woman ex-wife](http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1tbt0c/wp_in_a_funny_twist_of_events_someone_gets_lost... |
[WP] Write a short outline for a very long book. | Person does something. Other things happen. | Boy finds out he is capable of magic
Boy is actually the chosen one
Boy has to kill most evil wizard of all time | |
[WP] Write a short outline for a very long book. | The detailed history of mankind. | Boy finds out he is capable of magic
Boy is actually the chosen one
Boy has to kill most evil wizard of all time | |
[WP] Write a short outline for a very long book. | Son of god fights monsters.
Son of god fights important monster army. | Boy finds out he is capable of magic
Boy is actually the chosen one
Boy has to kill most evil wizard of all time | |
[WP] Write a short outline for a very long book. | A boy and a girl (and some other people) have to fight to the death.
They fall in love instead.
The girl leads a revolution against the government.
| Boy finds out he is capable of magic
Boy is actually the chosen one
Boy has to kill most evil wizard of all time | |
[WP] Write a short outline for a very long book. | Son of god fights monsters.
Son of god fights important monster army. | God did stuff. God said stuff.
And it was so. | |
[WP] Write a short outline for a very long book. | A boy and a girl (and some other people) have to fight to the death.
They fall in love instead.
The girl leads a revolution against the government.
| God did stuff. God said stuff.
And it was so. | |
'They go to internet war' | [WP] All the major websites (Reddit, tumblr, etc) go to war | The chaos of those first weeks were tense, yet peaceful. When the time came to choose who I'd cast my lot in, I chose Reddit. I figured we were varied enough. Numerous enough. Versatile enough.
We were filed into different brigades. I could already tell who would be the ones leading the charge when the bullets started... | you realize that /b/ would be out there somewhere... dropping dirty bombs and practicing scorched earth policies? |
'They go to internet war' | [WP] All the major websites (Reddit, tumblr, etc) go to war | It was strange the day I logged onto Reddit. "You're needed" the front page read. No Links. Just one huge picture of Snoo pointing at me and those words plastered bold and orange across the screen. "I wonder what this is all about," I ponder as I click the image, trying to remember if I had seen anything regarding a si... | Day 372: I am stuck in my bunker in the Reddit headquarters. That morning, we had endured yet another suicide bomber from le 9gag army, and morale was in a free fall. We had taken over the Pinterest army weeks ago, and hadn't won a major battle since. Our captives from the Pinterest army were proving to be useless sold... |
'They go to internet war' | [WP] All the major websites (Reddit, tumblr, etc) go to war | The chaos of those first weeks were tense, yet peaceful. When the time came to choose who I'd cast my lot in, I chose Reddit. I figured we were varied enough. Numerous enough. Versatile enough.
We were filed into different brigades. I could already tell who would be the ones leading the charge when the bullets started... | Day 372: I am stuck in my bunker in the Reddit headquarters. That morning, we had endured yet another suicide bomber from le 9gag army, and morale was in a free fall. We had taken over the Pinterest army weeks ago, and hadn't won a major battle since. Our captives from the Pinterest army were proving to be useless sold... |
'They go to internet war' | [WP] All the major websites (Reddit, tumblr, etc) go to war | They told me to pick sides, and i did.
I ran away from Twitter because they could only run 140 steps forward or back, and that hindered any war-fighting plans anyone might've had.
I ran away from Facebook because they ran after me; screaming about the lost children, the broken limbs, the weak who won't be able to d... | Day 372: I am stuck in my bunker in the Reddit headquarters. That morning, we had endured yet another suicide bomber from le 9gag army, and morale was in a free fall. We had taken over the Pinterest army weeks ago, and hadn't won a major battle since. Our captives from the Pinterest army were proving to be useless sold... |
'They go to internet war' | [WP] All the major websites (Reddit, tumblr, etc) go to war | The chaos of those first weeks were tense, yet peaceful. When the time came to choose who I'd cast my lot in, I chose Reddit. I figured we were varied enough. Numerous enough. Versatile enough.
We were filed into different brigades. I could already tell who would be the ones leading the charge when the bullets started... | It was strange the day I logged onto Reddit. "You're needed" the front page read. No Links. Just one huge picture of Snoo pointing at me and those words plastered bold and orange across the screen. "I wonder what this is all about," I ponder as I click the image, trying to remember if I had seen anything regarding a si... |
[WP] An automated probe arrives on Earth and contacts what it considers the planet's most appropriate representative -- a Google driverless car | "Let me pose you a question," the wise man asked as he tinkered with the wires of his latest creation. "If the probe could only pick one representative, what criteria must we judge them on?"
His assistant contemplated. "Well, we have to find someone who wants to speak to us, I guess."
"And how do we decide that?"
Hi... | Empty in all directions and pinned at its horizon by the dead of night the desert wasteland emits a single ping of LED light from its only subject, a pole.
At that exact instance, deep within the earth, a bubble bursts in the molten core. A tear drops from the iron down the walls of magma and lands on frozen stone.
... | |
[WP] An automated probe arrives on Earth and contacts what it considers the planet's most appropriate representative -- a Google driverless car | "Let me pose you a question," the wise man asked as he tinkered with the wires of his latest creation. "If the probe could only pick one representative, what criteria must we judge them on?"
His assistant contemplated. "Well, we have to find someone who wants to speak to us, I guess."
"And how do we decide that?"
Hi... | "Detecting language...language translated. Greetings advanced species. This unit is designated 000101011010010101 tasked with discovering life on planets other than my original one."
The Google car swerves to avoid sudden vehicle stopping in front of it. From miles away, in the lab, one of Google's lowest level scient... | |
You got basic martial arts training at school and you learned how to handle a gun from a friend/relative. You thought this could save your life. But when you were forced to put those skills to the test, it turns out that the muggers (and your girlfriend) were supposed to fear you instead.
(EDIT: A friend told me my pr... | [WP] A failed attempt at mugging you and your girlfriend makes your relationship crumble, as both of you discover that you're a psychopath who enjoyed killing your attackers. | http://i.imgur.com/80Fi6Ig.png | One shot. This is my first time ever submitting anything. I hope it's not too bad. Please forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes. I just wrote and didn't check when I was done.
I suppose I should have seen it coming. I’ve had thoughts about if before, I mean. But I didn’t think I was truly capable… Even convinced my... |
-114 | [WP] A conversation with an inanimate object. In which both participants learn something new. | 'Sir, I must object',
I look to my pen and sigh.
'and what is wrong now?'
'You cannot be done,
the story must not end here.'
just who is writing?
'Pen, you ink the page
as I dictate, so it ends.'
both think: who does write?
| "Wait... Y-y-you can talk?" I whisper to the lamp.
"OF COURSE I CAN TALK" the lamp screamed while rocking back and forth on my nightstand, "NOW WHATEVER YOU JUST DID, UNDO IT PLEASE! IM IN A MASSIVE AMOUNT OF PAIN!"
I quickly shut the lamp off, and the rocking stopped slowly.
"I-I-I'm so sorry!" I quickly spat, "I... |
-114 | [WP] A conversation with an inanimate object. In which both participants learn something new. | Mick took a pull from his 40, shuddering as the malt liquor ran down his throat. On the front of the bottle a cartoon hornet stared back at Mick, seemingly ready for a fight.
"What're you looking at?" growled Mick.
The hornet regarded him with mild contempt, but said nothing. For half an instant, Mick thought about t... | "Wait... Y-y-you can talk?" I whisper to the lamp.
"OF COURSE I CAN TALK" the lamp screamed while rocking back and forth on my nightstand, "NOW WHATEVER YOU JUST DID, UNDO IT PLEASE! IM IN A MASSIVE AMOUNT OF PAIN!"
I quickly shut the lamp off, and the rocking stopped slowly.
"I-I-I'm so sorry!" I quickly spat, "I... |
Today is ANZAC Day! Let's celebrate! | [WP] Japan sucessfully invaded Australia during WWII. | The plane touched down in *Burisuben Kokusai Kuukou* (or for normal people, Brisbane International Airport) at around four in the afternoon, local time. As they taxied into the terminal, Jonathan lit up a cigarette. Thank god he'd bought a ticket in the smoking lounge. Sure, it was a terrible habit that he tried to kic... | "I knew it wouldn't work" stated Yoshikawa as he sobbed. "What made you 'know' that Yoshi?" He didn't seem too amused. All I wanted to do was lighten the mood.
We had just barely left the rally. It was hell. The police there tazed us, without reason. Sprayed us down with hoses. "They didn't even try to listen, they ju... |
[WP] The Reaper approaches an individual, not only because it's their time, but because Death itself has grown tired and deems this person fit to take over. | This is a post I made for a similar prompt that never really received any attention:
I am the bringer of the darkness, the harbinger of hell
Sent to walk among the sin, but a secret I shall tell
Life is such a precious thing, and often it is wasted
Combated by the weak, And abused by the patient
Then one da... | The silence cloaked the room. A silent, smothering, comforting blanket of nothingness and I sat waiting. He entered. His visage horrifying beyond my wildest nightmares but I was not afraid. Today was a good day to die. My children are resting comfortably in their graves and their children know nothing of me.
"Death, ... |
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