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Strap your goggles on and prepare to swash some buckles. | [WP] A crew of air ship pirates must escape Her Magesty's Flying Navy, through deceit and audacity | "Captain. She's gaining on us."
"What do you mean *gaining* on us. None can match the *Interdictor*'s full steam."
"I-I have not an idea how, sir. Certainly none have been able to match *Interdictor*'s speed. It must be a new airship of some kind."
The telescope in the first mate's hand clicked as it was shut. H... | "Capitol Punishment."
Cpt. Reynolds liked to whisper it to himself sometimes. It was a silent whisper; the kind so subtle that it barely escapes the mouth. Had his lips failed to budge just ever so slightly, perhaps it would not have existed at all.
It was Reynolds' way of reminding himself what the stakes were. His ... |
[WP] Thousands of years in the future, human minds occupy manufactured bodies in far away galaxies. Two friends theorize what it must have felt like to fill human bodies living on Earth. | As the white dwarf Cassiopeon 132 reached its zenith, F1o heightened the priority of the external temperature reading in her mental subroutine. For a whole ten minutes, she dedicated 33.4% of her awareness to the fact that the air around her heated up to a maximum of -25.9 degrees Celcius and drop back down. This would... | "I bet it musta been hard living in Antarctica, the snow musta clogged 'em up summat good."
"Nah, idjit, they were organic, remember? Organics don't get clogged, haven't you ever been to that zoo?"
The small one nodded, so the large one continued.
"Well, it was like with them bears. We just pranced about in the snow... | |
[WP] Lost in the woods, a traveler stumbles into the temple of an old god that is forgotten, but not dead. | I knew it!
I knew someone would come. Oh, yes, it's been *thousands* of years since someone last left one of those sweet, delicate offerings on the altar, and thousands more since someone has split the skull of some terrified prisoner on it (although, I'll be honest, I've never too fancied those kinds of crude ways).
... | I was hopelessly lost in a place where the oaks grew thick. Underbrush like barbed wire. I followed a path that ended abruptly against a wall of purple red thistles. In the sun they intensified, effervescent, and when the wind gathered force, the prickles detached and sailed through the air like forged needles, turning... | |
[WP] Lost in the woods, a traveler stumbles into the temple of an old god that is forgotten, but not dead. | I knew it!
I knew someone would come. Oh, yes, it's been *thousands* of years since someone last left one of those sweet, delicate offerings on the altar, and thousands more since someone has split the skull of some terrified prisoner on it (although, I'll be honest, I've never too fancied those kinds of crude ways).
... | Of course she would get lost. Jenna always got lost. If there was one thing you could count on Jenna doing, it was getting lost. She could get lost in *a fucking bedroom*.
I seethed. Why had I agreed to follow her into the Yellowstone anyway? EVERYONE knew you'd get lost, have to call a park ranger to get you, the wh... | |
[WP] Lost in the woods, a traveler stumbles into the temple of an old god that is forgotten, but not dead. | I knew it!
I knew someone would come. Oh, yes, it's been *thousands* of years since someone last left one of those sweet, delicate offerings on the altar, and thousands more since someone has split the skull of some terrified prisoner on it (although, I'll be honest, I've never too fancied those kinds of crude ways).
... | A little glimmer had caught my eye, beneath the curls of foliage. The stone beneath felt oddly soft as I tenderly brushed away the vines obscuring it. The rock bore a strange marking upon it, one that has been bored into my mind since that day; a series of circles, crosses, and lines too oddly shaped to describe well.
... | |
[WP] Lost in the woods, a traveler stumbles into the temple of an old god that is forgotten, but not dead. | I knew it!
I knew someone would come. Oh, yes, it's been *thousands* of years since someone last left one of those sweet, delicate offerings on the altar, and thousands more since someone has split the skull of some terrified prisoner on it (although, I'll be honest, I've never too fancied those kinds of crude ways).
... | Kid's walkin' in the woods, slayin' Squirts left and right. Kid's got so used to the look of sadness in the beastie's eyes he really doesn't care for it much more.
Kid spies somethin' off the beaten path, behind a wall a' thorny bushes. Takes his machete just so, cuts through it like jungle undergrowth. Bushes recede ... | |
[WP] Lost in the woods, a traveler stumbles into the temple of an old god that is forgotten, but not dead. | The sound of the stone door scraping against the ground reverberated in the canyon around her. It cried and scraped in disapproval. Dirt, soot and roots fell from above, taking up residence in the collar of her shirt. The feeling was oddly reminiscent of the sweaters her grandmother used to make her.
Finally, there... | During the twilight of my life I woke to find myself in a deep wood. The overhead foliage was of such dense nature that the time of day was lost in its upper darkness. The atmosphere was oppressive and the air in my throat pressed into my chest causing me to choke as I woke.
I sat up in the clearing after it passed an... | |
[WP] Lost in the woods, a traveler stumbles into the temple of an old god that is forgotten, but not dead. | Note: Oh, I'm so going to jump at this one. My only regret is someone beat me to the first post!
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I relate these things to you as they happened to me, and I leave it to you how best to judge the contents of my story.
I should probably begin by telling you why I found myself lost in a ... | During the twilight of my life I woke to find myself in a deep wood. The overhead foliage was of such dense nature that the time of day was lost in its upper darkness. The atmosphere was oppressive and the air in my throat pressed into my chest causing me to choke as I woke.
I sat up in the clearing after it passed an... | |
[WP] Lost in the woods, a traveler stumbles into the temple of an old god that is forgotten, but not dead. | Note: Oh, I'm so going to jump at this one. My only regret is someone beat me to the first post!
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I relate these things to you as they happened to me, and I leave it to you how best to judge the contents of my story.
I should probably begin by telling you why I found myself lost in a ... | The sound of the stone door scraping against the ground reverberated in the canyon around her. It cried and scraped in disapproval. Dirt, soot and roots fell from above, taking up residence in the collar of her shirt. The feeling was oddly reminiscent of the sweaters her grandmother used to make her.
Finally, there... | |
[WP] You can live forever but only if you suffer a mortal injury every 24 hours. | Every morning I get up, shoot myself in the head, take a shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and go to work. When I was just starting this routine, I once left off the shooting part until AFTER my shower, which led to me ruining a shirt and being late for work.
I use .22's nowadays. In college I used 9mm rounds, and... |
Walter awoke next to Elena. Successful again. He started his day off just as any other. Dark coffee while preparing breakfast. Eggs, bacon, pancakes (just the way Elena likes them) and of course more coffee. She came downstairs in the middle of the preparations. He wouldn't be able to surprise her with breakfast in ... | |
[WP] You can live forever but only if you suffer a mortal injury every 24 hours. | "It's Always a Good Idea to Demonstrate to Your Coworkers that Your Capable of Withstanding a Tremendous Amount of Pain" - Ron Swanson | Jack wondered how much longer he'd be willing to keep it up. How long it would still be worth it. But life was too much fun. Plus, chicks dig scars.
He wondered what was on the docket for today. He'd stabbed himself in the heart so many times. Maybe today he'd behead himself.
He had gone through the surgery when he... | |
[WP] You can live forever but only if you suffer a mortal injury every 24 hours. | Every morning I get up, shoot myself in the head, take a shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and go to work. When I was just starting this routine, I once left off the shooting part until AFTER my shower, which led to me ruining a shirt and being late for work.
I use .22's nowadays. In college I used 9mm rounds, and... | Jack wondered how much longer he'd be willing to keep it up. How long it would still be worth it. But life was too much fun. Plus, chicks dig scars.
He wondered what was on the docket for today. He'd stabbed himself in the heart so many times. Maybe today he'd behead himself.
He had gone through the surgery when he... | |
[WP] You can live forever but only if you suffer a mortal injury every 24 hours. | "Honey, did you fix the cracker?" she asked, examining the appliance with a frown.
"Yes, dear," her husband called from the living room. "It just needed recalibrating."
"Are you sure?" she asked, positioning her head between the two mechanical arms. "I don't want to have to use the guillotine, it makes such a mess." ... | Jack wondered how much longer he'd be willing to keep it up. How long it would still be worth it. But life was too much fun. Plus, chicks dig scars.
He wondered what was on the docket for today. He'd stabbed himself in the heart so many times. Maybe today he'd behead himself.
He had gone through the surgery when he... | |
[WP] You can live forever but only if you suffer a mortal injury every 24 hours. | That sucker didn't know big of a mistake he just made. First I rob him of something of immeasurable value, that was reserved to him and his family alone and simply give it away to all of mankind. Sure, I understand why he was upset, why I'm being "tortured." I have to die every single day. What could be worse than that... | Jack wondered how much longer he'd be willing to keep it up. How long it would still be worth it. But life was too much fun. Plus, chicks dig scars.
He wondered what was on the docket for today. He'd stabbed himself in the heart so many times. Maybe today he'd behead himself.
He had gone through the surgery when he... | |
[WP] You can live forever but only if you suffer a mortal injury every 24 hours. | He breathed in and out quickly. He shook his head and paced back and forth trying to get himself psyched up. You'd think after one hundred years of doing this, he'd have built up an impressive pain tolerance, but there's only so much you can do to harm yourself that isn't exceptionally painful. He smacked his face a co... | Jack wondered how much longer he'd be willing to keep it up. How long it would still be worth it. But life was too much fun. Plus, chicks dig scars.
He wondered what was on the docket for today. He'd stabbed himself in the heart so many times. Maybe today he'd behead himself.
He had gone through the surgery when he... | |
[WP] You can live forever but only if you suffer a mortal injury every 24 hours. | Every morning I get up, shoot myself in the head, take a shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and go to work. When I was just starting this routine, I once left off the shooting part until AFTER my shower, which led to me ruining a shirt and being late for work.
I use .22's nowadays. In college I used 9mm rounds, and... | "It's Always a Good Idea to Demonstrate to Your Coworkers that Your Capable of Withstanding a Tremendous Amount of Pain" - Ron Swanson | |
[WP] You can live forever but only if you suffer a mortal injury every 24 hours. | "Honey, did you fix the cracker?" she asked, examining the appliance with a frown.
"Yes, dear," her husband called from the living room. "It just needed recalibrating."
"Are you sure?" she asked, positioning her head between the two mechanical arms. "I don't want to have to use the guillotine, it makes such a mess." ... | "It's Always a Good Idea to Demonstrate to Your Coworkers that Your Capable of Withstanding a Tremendous Amount of Pain" - Ron Swanson | |
The religion's main prophet arrives at the home of the last non-believer on Earth, to attempt to convert him.
Been working on this idea on my own for awhile and can't seem to get it right. Interested to see if anyone else can do it justice. | [WP]A religion has swept the globe, the principal tenet of which is that reality is a dream of God's, and that when every human on Earth believes this we (as God) will finally be able to awaken from our dream. (bit more inside) | I sat down on my couch, staring at its odd pinkish yellowish color pattern. I looked up at the clock, and saw that the time was going slower than it usually would. *You're going crazy, nothing is wrong with that clock. You're just nervous, that's all.*
I spent what felt like an eternity trapped within a minute and a h... | not a story, but interestingly, this "reality is a dream of Gods" concept is something mentioned in Hinduism. |
[WP] Write a scene from the point of view of a sociopath. Try to make sure we feel no emotion. | Where's the food, I think. I haven't eaten in four - no, five hours now. Do they even have food here? I guess it *would* cost a lot to cater to so many people.
Will they ever stop talking? It just goes on and on, a never-ending spiral of the same words, the same feelings, the same moments. We get it, he wasn't bad. No... | OT reply: I'd just like to point out a sociopath doesn't necessarily lack emotion. A sociopath is someone with Antisocial Personality Disorder, and the key symptoms for diagnosis are lack of empathy, remorse or guilt, low tolerance for frustration/high irritability, impulsivity, deception and lack of conformity to soci... | |
People on earth can now heal life threatening injuries with various kinds of food. The more luxurious the food, the more effective it is. | [WP] Life on earth takes an odd turn when food starts healing people like they do in video games. | “Chopped coriander and raw chilli, floating in a small serving bowl full of soy sauce. A delicious snack on a hot day. Thanks, Harriet.”
His real name is Harry, but I call him that because it’s funny.
I ask, “Is it fresh?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What about the soy sauce?”
“Hand made. By virgins who have never seen or smelt ... | I don't really remember when it all started, but then again nobody really does. The first time I heard anything about it was when my mother called and told me that her bad ankle stopped hurting all of a sudden.
"That's not a big deal..." I thought to myself. "She probably took one too many tylenol again. She's kind o... |
People on earth can now heal life threatening injuries with various kinds of food. The more luxurious the food, the more effective it is. | [WP] Life on earth takes an odd turn when food starts healing people like they do in video games. | “Chopped coriander and raw chilli, floating in a small serving bowl full of soy sauce. A delicious snack on a hot day. Thanks, Harriet.”
His real name is Harry, but I call him that because it’s funny.
I ask, “Is it fresh?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What about the soy sauce?”
“Hand made. By virgins who have never seen or smelt ... | Gary leaned over his desk looking at the person in front of him. he was about 22, well, in prefood years. It was impossible to know how old he was now, because a good meal could have shaved the years off.
Food, as it once was, was over. Before, it had simply aided in life function, but now. it was almost miraculo... |
People on earth can now heal life threatening injuries with various kinds of food. The more luxurious the food, the more effective it is. | [WP] Life on earth takes an odd turn when food starts healing people like they do in video games. | “Chopped coriander and raw chilli, floating in a small serving bowl full of soy sauce. A delicious snack on a hot day. Thanks, Harriet.”
His real name is Harry, but I call him that because it’s funny.
I ask, “Is it fresh?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What about the soy sauce?”
“Hand made. By virgins who have never seen or smelt ... | Some may have thought that the new development with food was going to improve the quality of life for everyone. It was merely the invention of nanites that had made the whole thing possible. Companies started putting nanites in everything, from soda to caviar. It not only improved the shelf life and taste of the stuff,... |
People on earth can now heal life threatening injuries with various kinds of food. The more luxurious the food, the more effective it is. | [WP] Life on earth takes an odd turn when food starts healing people like they do in video games. | "An apple a day keeps the doctors away". The proverb used to mean that good nutrition would keep you healthy and that the vitamins found in an apple would help your immune system.
But now, a single bite from an apple can save you from death. Well, it can cure your sore throat or your cough at least.
My grandma would... | Some may have thought that the new development with food was going to improve the quality of life for everyone. It was merely the invention of nanites that had made the whole thing possible. Companies started putting nanites in everything, from soda to caviar. It not only improved the shelf life and taste of the stuff,... |
[WP] A UN Weapons Inspector visits a secluded third world dictatorship in search of Atomic Weapons. He finds that the country is really a Utopia | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Date: Wens, 23 April 2014 11:40:36
From: Taylor Evans <Taylor_Evans@un.org>
Sarah,
I have only been gone a couple of days but I am already missing home. I have completed the first of the inspections and am... | "And now Mr. Declue if you'll follow me you'll see our glass laying machine. Nothing nuclear about it!" The factory guide gave a nervous laugh as he motioned with his hand. Danny Declue, 53, Un weapons inspector had toured almost the entire facility and had yet to see any signs of weapons production. the guide ushe... | |
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* Try to write in the noir style (awful similes and metaphors are encouraged) | [FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less. | I slammed my restored '67 Impala's door behind me as I stepped into the grimy night. Patrolmen had already sectioned off the scene. Gawkers flocked to the sight like starved dogs at a dead squirrel convention. I flashed my badge at the young gun posted at the borderline and ducked under the tape.
The precinct chef was... | A duck. Why a duck?
The yellow rubber little menace quivered on the ceiling, it's resilient rubber unblemished in the event that had blown it through the floor, a man's head, and firmly paste it to the red-spattered sheetrock above me.
What depraved mind would stoop to such a weapon? Why kill this man- was it a mess... |
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* Try to write in the noir style (awful similes and metaphors are encouraged) | [FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less. | I slammed my restored '67 Impala's door behind me as I stepped into the grimy night. Patrolmen had already sectioned off the scene. Gawkers flocked to the sight like starved dogs at a dead squirrel convention. I flashed my badge at the young gun posted at the borderline and ducked under the tape.
The precinct chef was... | Bullit, that's my last name. My first name is Tracey, it’s a girl’s name, but no-one teases me about it. I’m a private detective. After twenty years on the force I’d seen all this town had to offer, but that was in the past. The world wasn’t black and white to me, there were shades of grey, with occasional flashes of o... |
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* Try to write in the noir style (awful similes and metaphors are encouraged) | [FF] As the new private eye in town, you've seen a lot of cases that made you scratch your head. But never one as odd as this. 400 words or less. | I slammed my restored '67 Impala's door behind me as I stepped into the grimy night. Patrolmen had already sectioned off the scene. Gawkers flocked to the sight like starved dogs at a dead squirrel convention. I flashed my badge at the young gun posted at the borderline and ducked under the tape.
The precinct chef was... | Jack Jones had the complexion of a leather boot and the personality of an over-brewed coffee. He almost believed it was these two qualities alone that had made him into the renowned Private Eye he was today. People couldn't care less if you could track down an adulterer or solve a grisly murder in less time than it too... |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | "Is it this one?" Jilly turned and determinedly slid fingers under the doorway, over the old brass knob. Eric watched her instead of the chilly corridor, face creased in sweat-stained worry. Intuitive only worked well for an hour.
She stepped back, twisting her hands in the over-large apron Pa'd given her for Christm... | I've only started writing recently. (The last couple weeks) If you like it or not, suggestions are appreciated and will help me write better in the future.
I pulled the covers back and hopped out of bed. "Today is going to be a good day!" I slipped into the shower and even the cold water hitting my skin didn't alarm ... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | “I would like an extra-strength bottle of indifference, please.”
I looked up from my newspaper to find a ragged boy staring blankly at me.
“…Pardon me, son?”
The boy winced, and said again, “an extra-strength bottle of indifference, I said.”
This came as a surprise to me. Most of the people who came looking for “i... | I've only started writing recently. (The last couple weeks) If you like it or not, suggestions are appreciated and will help me write better in the future.
I pulled the covers back and hopped out of bed. "Today is going to be a good day!" I slipped into the shower and even the cold water hitting my skin didn't alarm ... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | The clinic smelled like antiseptic and smoke, and like death. Mara rested her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose. Everything smelled like death since the war. Too many civilians living in crowded cities attacked with weapons that were too thorough. She thought she could even taste the decay. It... | I've only started writing recently. (The last couple weeks) If you like it or not, suggestions are appreciated and will help me write better in the future.
I pulled the covers back and hopped out of bed. "Today is going to be a good day!" I slipped into the shower and even the cold water hitting my skin didn't alarm ... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | "Is it this one?" Jilly turned and determinedly slid fingers under the doorway, over the old brass knob. Eric watched her instead of the chilly corridor, face creased in sweat-stained worry. Intuitive only worked well for an hour.
She stepped back, twisting her hands in the over-large apron Pa'd given her for Christm... | Silas sits on the edge of the bed, clenching his sweaty fists.
In the kitchen, his wife leans her head back and quickly downs a pink, fizzy shot of sympathy. She stumbles for a few steps, regains her balance, and makes her way to her husband's side.
"Honey," she whispers into his ear. "You..." She starts to feel the... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | “I would like an extra-strength bottle of indifference, please.”
I looked up from my newspaper to find a ragged boy staring blankly at me.
“…Pardon me, son?”
The boy winced, and said again, “an extra-strength bottle of indifference, I said.”
This came as a surprise to me. Most of the people who came looking for “i... | Silas sits on the edge of the bed, clenching his sweaty fists.
In the kitchen, his wife leans her head back and quickly downs a pink, fizzy shot of sympathy. She stumbles for a few steps, regains her balance, and makes her way to her husband's side.
"Honey," she whispers into his ear. "You..." She starts to feel the... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | The clinic smelled like antiseptic and smoke, and like death. Mara rested her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose. Everything smelled like death since the war. Too many civilians living in crowded cities attacked with weapons that were too thorough. She thought she could even taste the decay. It... | Silas sits on the edge of the bed, clenching his sweaty fists.
In the kitchen, his wife leans her head back and quickly downs a pink, fizzy shot of sympathy. She stumbles for a few steps, regains her balance, and makes her way to her husband's side.
"Honey," she whispers into his ear. "You..." She starts to feel the... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | The clinic smelled like antiseptic and smoke, and like death. Mara rested her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose. Everything smelled like death since the war. Too many civilians living in crowded cities attacked with weapons that were too thorough. She thought she could even taste the decay. It... | Smile. Smile was all that Jim cared about anymore. He estimated that nearly a third of his paycheck went to it. But he didn’t care. Smile had become less of a recreational hobby and had rapidly turned into an addiction greater than heroin, or so he imagined. He remembered back just a few years earlier how everyone... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | The clinic smelled like antiseptic and smoke, and like death. Mara rested her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose. Everything smelled like death since the war. Too many civilians living in crowded cities attacked with weapons that were too thorough. She thought she could even taste the decay. It... | A small bell tinkled merrily as he entered the clinic. Max grimaced at the sound shutting his red rimmed eyes. Taking a shuddering breath he moved over to the clerk.
The office was bland, utilitarian, grey. Plastic office chairs, old magazines. A million like them all over the city since the technology was discove... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | The clinic smelled like antiseptic and smoke, and like death. Mara rested her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose. Everything smelled like death since the war. Too many civilians living in crowded cities attacked with weapons that were too thorough. She thought she could even taste the decay. It... | Come one, come all, for I have everything you need. Don't worry about the rumors, come listen to what I have to say. Feeling a little down, your step dragging slowly, don't fret! I've got just the sweetest bottle of happiness for you. A small shot and you'll be smiling again. The whole bottle and you may break out into... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | The clinic smelled like antiseptic and smoke, and like death. Mara rested her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose. Everything smelled like death since the war. Too many civilians living in crowded cities attacked with weapons that were too thorough. She thought she could even taste the decay. It... | "Is it this one?" Jilly turned and determinedly slid fingers under the doorway, over the old brass knob. Eric watched her instead of the chilly corridor, face creased in sweat-stained worry. Intuitive only worked well for an hour.
She stepped back, twisting her hands in the over-large apron Pa'd given her for Christm... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | The clinic smelled like antiseptic and smoke, and like death. Mara rested her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose. Everything smelled like death since the war. Too many civilians living in crowded cities attacked with weapons that were too thorough. She thought she could even taste the decay. It... | “I would like an extra-strength bottle of indifference, please.”
I looked up from my newspaper to find a ragged boy staring blankly at me.
“…Pardon me, son?”
The boy winced, and said again, “an extra-strength bottle of indifference, I said.”
This came as a surprise to me. Most of the people who came looking for “i... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | The clinic smelled like antiseptic and smoke, and like death. Mara rested her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose. Everything smelled like death since the war. Too many civilians living in crowded cities attacked with weapons that were too thorough. She thought she could even taste the decay. It... | When they started selling emotions, they marketed happiness, joy, and love. They told us to go out and buy our way into a new kind of life, no fuss, no muss, and we'd have perfection. They told us a lot of things, but they could never understand us.
I suppose it worked, at first. Everyone went out to the local drug sto... | |
[WP] You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions. | The clinic smelled like antiseptic and smoke, and like death. Mara rested her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose. Everything smelled like death since the war. Too many civilians living in crowded cities attacked with weapons that were too thorough. She thought she could even taste the decay. It... | "Just came in my friend. Very special. I hear it's all the rage with the youth nowadays."
"What is this? I've never even heard of this brand."
The salesman took a beat before pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
"They're a recent company. You may have heard of the new formula they created for 'Motivat... | |
I think this could make for some interesting stories - if a doctor could physically feel the pain of their patient, it would mean they would be better at diagnosis, but the implications would be interesting.
Also, medical school would be interesting. One might have to feel the pain of a lot of patients in order to get... | [WP] Write a story about a doctor living in a world in which the technology exists to physically connect to another person and feel their pain. | He waited patiently outside of the twenty-four hour supermarket. He parked off to the left hand side, where the lights were a little dimmer, and the cameras didn't quite reach. Frederick lit a cigarette; he allowed the smoke to pool around him and obscure his vision. He liked to dim his senses beforehand.
Through the... | Karl Pilkington is that you? |
[WP] Shadows represent all of the regrets people have. One man has no shadow and is in an interview with a the only reporter whom he agreed to talk to. | "Where'd you like to start?" James said with a slight, perfectly charming smile.
Tracy hesitated, her eyes flickering quickly to the single fluorescent light in the room. Her finger was still lightly resting on her Sony recorder. "Where would you say it all started?" She said finally.
James' smile widened quickly,... | Well, he didn't look how you would expect. When I first heard of his existence I immediately started to think of what he looked like. First, there was the blonde hair, naturally. Angelic. But he would have a tan, also. A slight bronze that marked his days spent in the pure rays of sunshine. Tall but nearly average heig... | |
[WP] Shadows represent all of the regrets people have. One man has no shadow and is in an interview with a the only reporter whom he agreed to talk to. | He stood there, white fedora on top of white hair. White dress shirt, white slacks, white shoes. It was as if this man was making a mockery of the shadows that everyone else had. Hell, Brandon's own shadow was over half his height! Brandon maintained a neutral expression, but clenched his left hand into a fist behi... | I’ve don’t have any regrets, lived for way too long and I learned that regrets only get to you, one way or another. Don’t get me wrong I’ve had my share of regrets but a regret is nothing more than a wrong decision at the wrong time, and those cannot be avoided.
That day, the day of the interview that is, my expectati... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | It was exhilarating at first. I woke up in a hospital bed, surrounded by chaos and the stares of men and women wearing white. I knew I was in the hospital because it was the only thing that made sense - people go to the hospital after car accidents.
They told me I had been dead for 14.5 minutes. Such an oddly specifi... | When I first died, I came to as one would from a dream. I rose with the same knot in my back that had awakened me earlier that morning. Different from then was the wispy scar running across my chest, the only memory of the blade that had run me through.
Around me were my countrymen, some squirming in their death, oth... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | I was not born, I was forged.
I died many many times. And I killed everything that killed me.
Space couldn't make me stay dead. Suffocation couldn't make me stay dead. Not burning, not crushing, not disease, not even the flying man.
Today, Doomsday returns again. | When I first died, I came to as one would from a dream. I rose with the same knot in my back that had awakened me earlier that morning. Different from then was the wispy scar running across my chest, the only memory of the blade that had run me through.
Around me were my countrymen, some squirming in their death, oth... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | It started in the outhouse.
Admittedly, it was a ramshackle affair and I hadn't put entirely too much effort into building it, but honestly who expected the walls to collapse leaving me locked inside my own toilet for twelve days, sixteen hours, nine minutes, and twenty-three and a half seconds?
Trust me, I counted... | When I first died, I came to as one would from a dream. I rose with the same knot in my back that had awakened me earlier that morning. Different from then was the wispy scar running across my chest, the only memory of the blade that had run me through.
Around me were my countrymen, some squirming in their death, oth... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | It was exhilarating at first. I woke up in a hospital bed, surrounded by chaos and the stares of men and women wearing white. I knew I was in the hospital because it was the only thing that made sense - people go to the hospital after car accidents.
They told me I had been dead for 14.5 minutes. Such an oddly specifi... | -123
She sipped the thick brew from the tiny cup she'd been served in and set it on its saucer. The little clinks of glass on glass echoed through the marble covered arcade of columns and shelves. A warm breeze blew in from the wing to her right rustling papers on the low table before her. She read through the reports... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | I was not born, I was forged.
I died many many times. And I killed everything that killed me.
Space couldn't make me stay dead. Suffocation couldn't make me stay dead. Not burning, not crushing, not disease, not even the flying man.
Today, Doomsday returns again. | -123
She sipped the thick brew from the tiny cup she'd been served in and set it on its saucer. The little clinks of glass on glass echoed through the marble covered arcade of columns and shelves. A warm breeze blew in from the wing to her right rustling papers on the low table before her. She read through the reports... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | It was exhilarating at first. I woke up in a hospital bed, surrounded by chaos and the stares of men and women wearing white. I knew I was in the hospital because it was the only thing that made sense - people go to the hospital after car accidents.
They told me I had been dead for 14.5 minutes. Such an oddly specifi... | I walk forward. Forward, and no other direction, feeling the weight of my armor and my weapons against my body, clinking quietly. I thought to myself that it was a blessing to be the way I am, effectively invincible in the life of a former High Knight. I suppose I should mention that I once served under King Henry I... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | It started in the outhouse.
Admittedly, it was a ramshackle affair and I hadn't put entirely too much effort into building it, but honestly who expected the walls to collapse leaving me locked inside my own toilet for twelve days, sixteen hours, nine minutes, and twenty-three and a half seconds?
Trust me, I counted... | I shoulda read the fine print. But, like most desperate people, I wasn’t thinking too many steps ahead. The $1000 dollars the classified ad promised as payment for taking part in an experimental new medical treatment was the answer to the problems of that month. When I showed up they said that the drug was a revolution... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | They were calling him the world's first superhero.
His was the only story on all the news channels for over a week. Everyone seemed to fall into one of two camps; those who would let him be, and those wanting to hand him over to the military for analysis and testing.
Arthur himself was still struggling to make s... | You know what I hate? Irony. What's so Ironic about my damn Life you ask? Well, my name is Kenneth McCormick, and that's right, I can't fucking die.
I discovered this "talent" crossing Queens Boulevard one day when I got crushed by a tractor trailer that ran a red light. Out of nowhere I heard this loud truck horn an... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | It was WW2 d-day a French beach in Normandy, and I was dying. A 50 cal bullet tore my body in two. I looked to my sidee and saw my innards on the ground, blood staining the sand I scream in agony as the pain is unbearable, sand entering my body, burning it. I see another soldier run at me, American. He pulls out a pist... | You know what I hate? Irony. What's so Ironic about my damn Life you ask? Well, my name is Kenneth McCormick, and that's right, I can't fucking die.
I discovered this "talent" crossing Queens Boulevard one day when I got crushed by a tractor trailer that ran a red light. Out of nowhere I heard this loud truck horn an... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | Dr. Jeon comes into the hospital room with a mask, gloves, and a needle. "How are you doing today, Frank?"
"All right, how about yourself?"
"Fine, fine. How was France?" I just got back a couple days ago. Between tests, when they don't need me, they send me wherever I want to go with charity money. I don't think I de... | You know what I hate? Irony. What's so Ironic about my damn Life you ask? Well, my name is Kenneth McCormick, and that's right, I can't fucking die.
I discovered this "talent" crossing Queens Boulevard one day when I got crushed by a tractor trailer that ran a red light. Out of nowhere I heard this loud truck horn an... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | They were calling him the world's first superhero.
His was the only story on all the news channels for over a week. Everyone seemed to fall into one of two camps; those who would let him be, and those wanting to hand him over to the military for analysis and testing.
Arthur himself was still struggling to make s... | Hello, darkness, my old friend.
You and I both know the drill by now. I die — maimed, splattered, quartered — and then I wake up again the next morning. One moment I'm putting a bullet in my head, the next I'm cozy in my bed, not even a blood stain on the pillow case, and then the next bullet bounces.
It got to be ro... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | It was WW2 d-day a French beach in Normandy, and I was dying. A 50 cal bullet tore my body in two. I looked to my sidee and saw my innards on the ground, blood staining the sand I scream in agony as the pain is unbearable, sand entering my body, burning it. I see another soldier run at me, American. He pulls out a pist... | Hello, darkness, my old friend.
You and I both know the drill by now. I die — maimed, splattered, quartered — and then I wake up again the next morning. One moment I'm putting a bullet in my head, the next I'm cozy in my bed, not even a blood stain on the pillow case, and then the next bullet bounces.
It got to be ro... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | Dr. Jeon comes into the hospital room with a mask, gloves, and a needle. "How are you doing today, Frank?"
"All right, how about yourself?"
"Fine, fine. How was France?" I just got back a couple days ago. Between tests, when they don't need me, they send me wherever I want to go with charity money. I don't think I de... | Hello, darkness, my old friend.
You and I both know the drill by now. I die — maimed, splattered, quartered — and then I wake up again the next morning. One moment I'm putting a bullet in my head, the next I'm cozy in my bed, not even a blood stain on the pillow case, and then the next bullet bounces.
It got to be ro... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | Where am I now?
I'm sorry, Katrina, I know you hate it when I don't take your questions seriously. I'm fighting back laughter at this moment, but even to me it tastes and sounds bitter. Can you blame me?
Why yes, you can. When I sat at the edge of the bathtub--I know, I know you don't want to hear this part. But just... | You know medically you can die of a broken heart? No, I didn't either. It's bullshit, isn't it - the whole idea that you pine away from grief and you can slowly feel it splitting in two, halfway down your chest - like I said, bullshit. But I did.
He held my hand like a lifebelt as he sat propped up in the swathes of... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | Dr. Jeon comes into the hospital room with a mask, gloves, and a needle. "How are you doing today, Frank?"
"All right, how about yourself?"
"Fine, fine. How was France?" I just got back a couple days ago. Between tests, when they don't need me, they send me wherever I want to go with charity money. I don't think I de... | You know medically you can die of a broken heart? No, I didn't either. It's bullshit, isn't it - the whole idea that you pine away from grief and you can slowly feel it splitting in two, halfway down your chest - like I said, bullshit. But I did.
He held my hand like a lifebelt as he sat propped up in the swathes of... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | Dr. Jeon comes into the hospital room with a mask, gloves, and a needle. "How are you doing today, Frank?"
"All right, how about yourself?"
"Fine, fine. How was France?" I just got back a couple days ago. Between tests, when they don't need me, they send me wherever I want to go with charity money. I don't think I de... | Where am I now?
I'm sorry, Katrina, I know you hate it when I don't take your questions seriously. I'm fighting back laughter at this moment, but even to me it tastes and sounds bitter. Can you blame me?
Why yes, you can. When I sat at the edge of the bathtub--I know, I know you don't want to hear this part. But just... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | Dr. Jeon comes into the hospital room with a mask, gloves, and a needle. "How are you doing today, Frank?"
"All right, how about yourself?"
"Fine, fine. How was France?" I just got back a couple days ago. Between tests, when they don't need me, they send me wherever I want to go with charity money. I don't think I de... | Day number 58,021
Today was very eventful, for the first time in a long time. I decided to jump off of a building again.
It was exhilarating. The feeling of completely letting go, knowing there was nothing I could do now to stop the oncoming ground. I thought that maybe I'll do this everyday, over and over again. Fin... | |
[WP] You find out that whenever you are killed, you are revived with an immunity to whatever killed you. Document your experiences | What at first was a blessing is now a nightmare. I wander the world now, forever bored with the trappings of man and nature. I was born in the year 1901. I was in both the world wars, on both sides and survived countless wounds. It was in the First World War I found my ability. Everyone called me lucky when I apparentl... | Day number 58,021
Today was very eventful, for the first time in a long time. I decided to jump off of a building again.
It was exhilarating. The feeling of completely letting go, knowing there was nothing I could do now to stop the oncoming ground. I thought that maybe I'll do this everyday, over and over again. Fin... | |
I've had this phrase running through my head since last night. | [WP] "Power corrupts. Absolute power is fantastic." | "You can't be serious," I told him with great disbelief.
"Of course I am," he replied with a smug grin. "Why shouldn't I keep it for myself?"
"Because there are literally millions of people dying of cancer everyday," I replied, my tone becoming angrier by the minute. "You and I both know damn good and well that your ... | Opening my agenda to the back page entitled "notes" I thought about all that had brought me here. Reaching out to cross off the name Antonio at the top of the page, my mind went to all the bribes I've had to take, the corruption I've had to become to get to this point. They say power corrupts and they are right. If one... |
[WP] Foreshadowing is real. There are trained experts that are able to tell which events hint at the future and which are mundane. Not all of these people tell the truth. | "Whoever came up with the idea of foreshadows needs to be shot." Daryl said to Oswald. They were at the cafe today, out on the patio in the summer sun. It was a clear day today.
"What makes you say that?" Oswald asked in between a biscuit
Daryl sipped his hot coffee gingerly. "The worlds so frigging boring now for us... | The present is best which is the truth;
When you could see which was good;
But as time went on, past our youth
there were times when we thought we could.
Was the future real or could it be a perception ?
Only they could tell, to see what was real:
Through hollows and shallows of inception ,
I told you it was just a con... | |
[WP] The sound of sirens is heard as you watch an ambulance make it's way down your road. You look to see where it stops as you realise it finishes it's journey outside your door. A hooded figure in black makes his way to the door. You clutch at your chest as you feel your heart struggle... | "What? An ambulance?"
"WHERE AM I?"
16th Main st. was where it happened.
I'm 23... was 23, I suppose. I moved here after Mom and Dad died, just a year ago. It was a car accident... right? Or was it...? No, it was, I think.
Everything felt strange and fuzzy, almost ethereal. My thoughts felt chaotic and disorganize... | I opened the door, the orange bottle of medicine in my other hand.
The paramedic had a black coat wrapped around him—understandable, as it was cold. Why he had stopped here, at my house, I had no idea.
"What street is this?" he asked.
"De Lancie," I replied. As I spoke I felt my heart flutter.
"Where is 658 Loomis?... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | I wasn't sure if it was the AI that had finally died or me. Really I wasn't sure how long I'd been strapped in that god forsaken chair. Memories of the fist time I laid eyes on it flooding back to me. Abducted by my unknown assailants and thrown in the back of the van. Once the hood was finally pulled back, I was faced... | The pain disappeared. All the agony faded away and I shut my eyes. All screams and sirens disappeared as flickering white letters appeared in front of me.
In a brief moment of peace I reached for the words. *Try Again* or *End Game*.
The peace was fleeting as I screamed for help. "What is this? What are you trying ... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | That's it? That's how I go out? No blaze of glory? No high speed chases? No wife and kids standing over me remembering the good times as I fade out? And it all happened so fast. I stepped out of the 7-11 on the corner, Cherry Icee in hand, and some drugged out gangster just stumbles up to me, raises his handgun to my ... | The pain disappeared. All the agony faded away and I shut my eyes. All screams and sirens disappeared as flickering white letters appeared in front of me.
In a brief moment of peace I reached for the words. *Try Again* or *End Game*.
The peace was fleeting as I screamed for help. "What is this? What are you trying ... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | My body trembled as I stared up at the words, the soft glow the only thing separating me from total darkness. I walked for hours into the void but they always followed me, daunting and powerful. My knees cracked and ached as I lowered myself into a sitting position on the hard black ground.
I closed my eyes and let th... | The pain disappeared. All the agony faded away and I shut my eyes. All screams and sirens disappeared as flickering white letters appeared in front of me.
In a brief moment of peace I reached for the words. *Try Again* or *End Game*.
The peace was fleeting as I screamed for help. "What is this? What are you trying ... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | I blinked, looking at the screen. 'Game Over'. I blinked again, and it came back to me in the span it took.
The first game ended when I was 3, an accident that I don't know the exact details of. There's a rule that those under 13 get to try again, but I didn't know that until the end of the second game. I was learning... | The pain disappeared. All the agony faded away and I shut my eyes. All screams and sirens disappeared as flickering white letters appeared in front of me.
In a brief moment of peace I reached for the words. *Try Again* or *End Game*.
The peace was fleeting as I screamed for help. "What is this? What are you trying ... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game |
All had faded to black, and the universe was quiet but for a faint and distant humming. Is this it? I thought death would be a true end, no worries, no pain, no thought or feelings - and here I was, feeling sad. I was alone.
I didn't have long to think, because a light was growing ahead of me, and with it a strange, ... | The pain disappeared. All the agony faded away and I shut my eyes. All screams and sirens disappeared as flickering white letters appeared in front of me.
In a brief moment of peace I reached for the words. *Try Again* or *End Game*.
The peace was fleeting as I screamed for help. "What is this? What are you trying ... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | *96 years and 8 months 10 days 4 hours 52 minutes 13 seconds*
___
Will I remember?
Does it even matter?
What would I change?
___
I went over my life with a fine tooth comb, trying to remember the most important events, calculating an answer that wouldn't cheat me of the happiest parts of my life.
___
*96 years and ... | The pain disappeared. All the agony faded away and I shut my eyes. All screams and sirens disappeared as flickering white letters appeared in front of me.
In a brief moment of peace I reached for the words. *Try Again* or *End Game*.
The peace was fleeting as I screamed for help. "What is this? What are you trying ... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | I laid there, amidst some garbage and puddles from a rainstorm the night before. I was 68, and had been dying of a heart attack. It took some time. I thought for sure some passerby would see me, but it didn't happen. I started thinking about all of the things I'd done wrong, all of the things I'd regretted. I could har... | The pain disappeared. All the agony faded away and I shut my eyes. All screams and sirens disappeared as flickering white letters appeared in front of me.
In a brief moment of peace I reached for the words. *Try Again* or *End Game*.
The peace was fleeting as I screamed for help. "What is this? What are you trying ... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | I wasn't sure if it was the AI that had finally died or me. Really I wasn't sure how long I'd been strapped in that god forsaken chair. Memories of the fist time I laid eyes on it flooding back to me. Abducted by my unknown assailants and thrown in the back of the van. Once the hood was finally pulled back, I was faced... | And everything faded away.
"This is it" I thought, "I suppose they'll at least name a high school after me."
As the darkness enveloped me I suddenly became hyper-aware of a distant glowing light and a muted voice. Gradually as the voice became clear, the glowing light grew near and I began to make out neon words. A... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | That's it? That's how I go out? No blaze of glory? No high speed chases? No wife and kids standing over me remembering the good times as I fade out? And it all happened so fast. I stepped out of the 7-11 on the corner, Cherry Icee in hand, and some drugged out gangster just stumbles up to me, raises his handgun to my ... | And everything faded away.
"This is it" I thought, "I suppose they'll at least name a high school after me."
As the darkness enveloped me I suddenly became hyper-aware of a distant glowing light and a muted voice. Gradually as the voice became clear, the glowing light grew near and I began to make out neon words. A... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | My body trembled as I stared up at the words, the soft glow the only thing separating me from total darkness. I walked for hours into the void but they always followed me, daunting and powerful. My knees cracked and ached as I lowered myself into a sitting position on the hard black ground.
I closed my eyes and let th... | And everything faded away.
"This is it" I thought, "I suppose they'll at least name a high school after me."
As the darkness enveloped me I suddenly became hyper-aware of a distant glowing light and a muted voice. Gradually as the voice became clear, the glowing light grew near and I began to make out neon words. A... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game |
All had faded to black, and the universe was quiet but for a faint and distant humming. Is this it? I thought death would be a true end, no worries, no pain, no thought or feelings - and here I was, feeling sad. I was alone.
I didn't have long to think, because a light was growing ahead of me, and with it a strange, ... | And everything faded away.
"This is it" I thought, "I suppose they'll at least name a high school after me."
As the darkness enveloped me I suddenly became hyper-aware of a distant glowing light and a muted voice. Gradually as the voice became clear, the glowing light grew near and I began to make out neon words. A... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | I wasn't sure if it was the AI that had finally died or me. Really I wasn't sure how long I'd been strapped in that god forsaken chair. Memories of the fist time I laid eyes on it flooding back to me. Abducted by my unknown assailants and thrown in the back of the van. Once the hood was finally pulled back, I was faced... | Huh, I thought, as I stared at the asphalt. Head hurts. Body hurts. Can't speak. Am I still alive?
I laid there for a moment in silence. Perhaps someone will come and help me. Dad should be nearby.
I close my eyes.
I can still smell the burning rubber. It's not entirely unpleasant. Reminds me of when dad used to dri... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | That's it? That's how I go out? No blaze of glory? No high speed chases? No wife and kids standing over me remembering the good times as I fade out? And it all happened so fast. I stepped out of the 7-11 on the corner, Cherry Icee in hand, and some drugged out gangster just stumbles up to me, raises his handgun to my ... | Huh, I thought, as I stared at the asphalt. Head hurts. Body hurts. Can't speak. Am I still alive?
I laid there for a moment in silence. Perhaps someone will come and help me. Dad should be nearby.
I close my eyes.
I can still smell the burning rubber. It's not entirely unpleasant. Reminds me of when dad used to dri... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | My body trembled as I stared up at the words, the soft glow the only thing separating me from total darkness. I walked for hours into the void but they always followed me, daunting and powerful. My knees cracked and ached as I lowered myself into a sitting position on the hard black ground.
I closed my eyes and let th... | Huh, I thought, as I stared at the asphalt. Head hurts. Body hurts. Can't speak. Am I still alive?
I laid there for a moment in silence. Perhaps someone will come and help me. Dad should be nearby.
I close my eyes.
I can still smell the burning rubber. It's not entirely unpleasant. Reminds me of when dad used to dri... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game |
All had faded to black, and the universe was quiet but for a faint and distant humming. Is this it? I thought death would be a true end, no worries, no pain, no thought or feelings - and here I was, feeling sad. I was alone.
I didn't have long to think, because a light was growing ahead of me, and with it a strange, ... | Huh, I thought, as I stared at the asphalt. Head hurts. Body hurts. Can't speak. Am I still alive?
I laid there for a moment in silence. Perhaps someone will come and help me. Dad should be nearby.
I close my eyes.
I can still smell the burning rubber. It's not entirely unpleasant. Reminds me of when dad used to dri... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | That's it? That's how I go out? No blaze of glory? No high speed chases? No wife and kids standing over me remembering the good times as I fade out? And it all happened so fast. I stepped out of the 7-11 on the corner, Cherry Icee in hand, and some drugged out gangster just stumbles up to me, raises his handgun to my ... | "What the crap is this?" Saying out loud to no one at all. Couldn't even figure out if I still had a mouth. But there I was, seeing nothing but those stupid words. Bold white against black with a dumb little pixelated arrow next to them. Who the hell came up with this? Probably God trying to make his friends laugh. Tha... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | My body trembled as I stared up at the words, the soft glow the only thing separating me from total darkness. I walked for hours into the void but they always followed me, daunting and powerful. My knees cracked and ached as I lowered myself into a sitting position on the hard black ground.
I closed my eyes and let th... | "What the crap is this?" Saying out loud to no one at all. Couldn't even figure out if I still had a mouth. But there I was, seeing nothing but those stupid words. Bold white against black with a dumb little pixelated arrow next to them. Who the hell came up with this? Probably God trying to make his friends laugh. Tha... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | *96 years and 8 months 10 days 4 hours 52 minutes 13 seconds*
___
Will I remember?
Does it even matter?
What would I change?
___
I went over my life with a fine tooth comb, trying to remember the most important events, calculating an answer that wouldn't cheat me of the happiest parts of my life.
___
*96 years and ... | ‘Danm where the hell did that car come from. Fuck!’ I heard the words as clear as if the person was standing next to me, but I knew I was alone. I had just ben crossing the street and it was the dead of night, I hadn’t seen a person in the last 15 minutes at least. ‘Fuck fuck fuck! Don’t tell me Im dead don’t tell me... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | I laid there, amidst some garbage and puddles from a rainstorm the night before. I was 68, and had been dying of a heart attack. It took some time. I thought for sure some passerby would see me, but it didn't happen. I started thinking about all of the things I'd done wrong, all of the things I'd regretted. I could har... | ‘Danm where the hell did that car come from. Fuck!’ I heard the words as clear as if the person was standing next to me, but I knew I was alone. I had just ben crossing the street and it was the dead of night, I hadn’t seen a person in the last 15 minutes at least. ‘Fuck fuck fuck! Don’t tell me Im dead don’t tell me... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | *96 years and 8 months 10 days 4 hours 52 minutes 13 seconds*
___
Will I remember?
Does it even matter?
What would I change?
___
I went over my life with a fine tooth comb, trying to remember the most important events, calculating an answer that wouldn't cheat me of the happiest parts of my life.
___
*96 years and ... | I blinked, looking at the screen. 'Game Over'. I blinked again, and it came back to me in the span it took.
The first game ended when I was 3, an accident that I don't know the exact details of. There's a rule that those under 13 get to try again, but I didn't know that until the end of the second game. I was learning... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | I laid there, amidst some garbage and puddles from a rainstorm the night before. I was 68, and had been dying of a heart attack. It took some time. I thought for sure some passerby would see me, but it didn't happen. I started thinking about all of the things I'd done wrong, all of the things I'd regretted. I could har... | There I was, slowly sinking towards the bottom of the lake, unable to move because the rough cement wrapped around my feet was doing such an excellent job at tying me down. The sun was way too bright and full of character radiating with colors of lukewarm yellow which didn't help much with the thought that I was going ... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | I laid there, amidst some garbage and puddles from a rainstorm the night before. I was 68, and had been dying of a heart attack. It took some time. I thought for sure some passerby would see me, but it didn't happen. I started thinking about all of the things I'd done wrong, all of the things I'd regretted. I could har... | *It's over, it's all over...* those words flicker across your mind as everything fades away. You expected for memories, the years of your life to flash by you in an instant, reliving both the euphoric highs and heart-tearing lows of your life. You expected the tunnel, seeing that light at the end, stretching and workin... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | The street before me had disappeared in an instant. A honking of horns, a flash of headlights, and then this: an empty white room, with no doors or windows, which had risen up around me in less than an instant.
I circled slowly, getting a sense of my surroundings, when I heard an impatient cough behind me. I whirled t... | For billions of years I have roamed this Earth.
I have lived many lives.
I don’t remember any of them, but they remember me.
Each life has influenced the next, and the others it encountered along the way.
Over time they have shaped each other, each becoming more complex, more interwoven.
A beautiful cycle of ... | |
[WP] In your dying moments, you see a "Game Over" screen with two options: Try Again or End Game | I stood there in disbelief. In pure defiance of the laws of physics, and other maths I failed in college, was a giant Game Over sign. It was floating right in front of my face and if I wasn't mistaken, the font was Comic Sans. I couldn't believe it; I was dead and all I got was a game over in a crappy font. It rotated ... | For billions of years I have roamed this Earth.
I have lived many lives.
I don’t remember any of them, but they remember me.
Each life has influenced the next, and the others it encountered along the way.
Over time they have shaped each other, each becoming more complex, more interwoven.
A beautiful cycle of ... | |
The idea I had with this was that every time you fell asleep, you'd wake up at the normal time, but 24 hours later. Then the next time you fell asleep, 48 hours later, and then 96 hours later and so forth and so on.
Your life would continue to go on, and you would appear to be "home" to everyone around you, but you... | [WP] Every time you fall asleep, you wake up farther and farther into the future. Nobody else seems to notice but you. | A year has passed. Now the jumps are getting longer.
It's been a month since I "jump" in time when I go to sleep.
Well, a month for me. At first I missed one day, and since it
was a weekday everything was fine and dandy, we delivered
Rose and Mary to school, I left Josey at work as always with a goodbye kiss,
but w... | wow, that would suck. with the wonders of MS Excel and some very basic calculations you would cover 48.7 years by your 15th night of sleep.
so a genie grants you the wish of time travel on new years eve of 2014, and you can't stop falling asleep at night as normal then by the 3rd week of January you're already in June... |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | The revolution had reached the castle. It had begun in the slums with angry, hungry peasants. The guards that refused to supply them with food that no longer existed were greeted with insults. The insults quickly evolved into thrown rocks, and then pitchforks and torches. The overwhelmed guards were tossed aside as a m... | The Emperor Valens trembled in fear as Belarius hobbled closer to the throne. With gladius held loosely to his side crudely sliced through the purple carpet, Belarius stopped. He looked behind him to the mass of dead Praetorian. A short-lived impromptu power struggle over those who wanted the emperor killed and those w... | |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | "I--I was a good emperor, wasn't I?" The young man still looked ill-suited to his throne. His eyes glistened.
"Yes, my liege."
"You're not just saying that, are you?"
To be honest, I didn't know at this point. This cloying need for affirmation was part of the reason we were in this mess. Ever since his father--Gods,... | The Emperor Valens trembled in fear as Belarius hobbled closer to the throne. With gladius held loosely to his side crudely sliced through the purple carpet, Belarius stopped. He looked behind him to the mass of dead Praetorian. A short-lived impromptu power struggle over those who wanted the emperor killed and those w... | |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | Grabnar and Thorak stopped at the door and listened. From the other side came the unmistakable sound of house music.
Grabnar scratched his beard in irritation. “I thought they were supposed to be out by now,” and then caught himself and added, “by Murkad’s Hammer.”
“Truly,” agreed Thorak, “Yet this damnable illusion... | The Emperor Valens trembled in fear as Belarius hobbled closer to the throne. With gladius held loosely to his side crudely sliced through the purple carpet, Belarius stopped. He looked behind him to the mass of dead Praetorian. A short-lived impromptu power struggle over those who wanted the emperor killed and those w... | |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | One by one, the guns went quiet.
First went the booming of the artillery, lobbing shells into the very city they were set to defend. Then the tank guns ceased, lost one by one in ear-shattering explosions and the screams of tortured metal. Then the machine guns, felled by flank or grenade or sniper, and finally even t... | The Emperor Valens trembled in fear as Belarius hobbled closer to the throne. With gladius held loosely to his side crudely sliced through the purple carpet, Belarius stopped. He looked behind him to the mass of dead Praetorian. A short-lived impromptu power struggle over those who wanted the emperor killed and those w... | |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | The Emperor paced slowly.
The world he had built, the empire he had forged, was burning to ash all around him. Towers that pierced the clouds splintered and fell like so many sticks of wheat to the scyth.
And still the Emperor paced.
He looked to the grand door of his chamber and noticed a lone figure standing as st... | The Emperor Valens trembled in fear as Belarius hobbled closer to the throne. With gladius held loosely to his side crudely sliced through the purple carpet, Belarius stopped. He looked behind him to the mass of dead Praetorian. A short-lived impromptu power struggle over those who wanted the emperor killed and those w... | |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | The revolution had reached the castle. It had begun in the slums with angry, hungry peasants. The guards that refused to supply them with food that no longer existed were greeted with insults. The insults quickly evolved into thrown rocks, and then pitchforks and torches. The overwhelmed guards were tossed aside as a m... | The undulating profiles of the warmth-hued pillars shook terribly as several muffled thuds, forming with a cacophony of distant screams and the ever-present roar of wailfire, echoed within the vast chamber.
In the center of the room, placing themselves in ranks five deep alongside the first pair of columns before the ... | |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | "I--I was a good emperor, wasn't I?" The young man still looked ill-suited to his throne. His eyes glistened.
"Yes, my liege."
"You're not just saying that, are you?"
To be honest, I didn't know at this point. This cloying need for affirmation was part of the reason we were in this mess. Ever since his father--Gods,... | The undulating profiles of the warmth-hued pillars shook terribly as several muffled thuds, forming with a cacophony of distant screams and the ever-present roar of wailfire, echoed within the vast chamber.
In the center of the room, placing themselves in ranks five deep alongside the first pair of columns before the ... | |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | Grabnar and Thorak stopped at the door and listened. From the other side came the unmistakable sound of house music.
Grabnar scratched his beard in irritation. “I thought they were supposed to be out by now,” and then caught himself and added, “by Murkad’s Hammer.”
“Truly,” agreed Thorak, “Yet this damnable illusion... | The undulating profiles of the warmth-hued pillars shook terribly as several muffled thuds, forming with a cacophony of distant screams and the ever-present roar of wailfire, echoed within the vast chamber.
In the center of the room, placing themselves in ranks five deep alongside the first pair of columns before the ... | |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | One by one, the guns went quiet.
First went the booming of the artillery, lobbing shells into the very city they were set to defend. Then the tank guns ceased, lost one by one in ear-shattering explosions and the screams of tortured metal. Then the machine guns, felled by flank or grenade or sniper, and finally even t... | The undulating profiles of the warmth-hued pillars shook terribly as several muffled thuds, forming with a cacophony of distant screams and the ever-present roar of wailfire, echoed within the vast chamber.
In the center of the room, placing themselves in ranks five deep alongside the first pair of columns before the ... | |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | The Emperor paced slowly.
The world he had built, the empire he had forged, was burning to ash all around him. Towers that pierced the clouds splintered and fell like so many sticks of wheat to the scyth.
And still the Emperor paced.
He looked to the grand door of his chamber and noticed a lone figure standing as st... | The undulating profiles of the warmth-hued pillars shook terribly as several muffled thuds, forming with a cacophony of distant screams and the ever-present roar of wailfire, echoed within the vast chamber.
In the center of the room, placing themselves in ranks five deep alongside the first pair of columns before the ... | |
[WP] A great Empire is about to fall. A single remaining bodyguard is left alone with the Emperor as the enemy approaches the throne room. | The revolution had reached the castle. It had begun in the slums with angry, hungry peasants. The guards that refused to supply them with food that no longer existed were greeted with insults. The insults quickly evolved into thrown rocks, and then pitchforks and torches. The overwhelmed guards were tossed aside as a m... | Ibram awoke suddenly. He was half on the stone floor and half on the rug. There was blood crusted around his coif and the top of his hauberk. He was dizzy, and he had to force himself to blink tightly several times before he was fully aware of his surroundings. He had been knocked out in a battle. Several dead guardsme... |
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