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Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | "Choose" said the voice.
This was my chance. For the last 50 years of my life I had resigned myself to hell, it's what I deserved anyways. Yet here I am, able to erase the one mistake I made so long ago.
I laughed. Even a disgusting wretch like me could get into heaven. And I know I will. Besides that one mistake... | The harsh fluorescent lights flicker aimlessly overhead. All waiting rooms, even those in heaven, are the same. Some sort of Grand Design I assume, a sly nod to a higher power, staring us in the face every time we waited for something to happen.
A sickly mix of bleach and air freshener washes over the overcrowded ben... |
Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | "Welcome, my son," the voice said with a smile;
"You're dead, I'm God, and this might take a while."
"You have lived and you've loved, you've won and you've lost;
But now that you're dead, there's one more line to be crossed!"
"Look at this list," he said, and produced a sheet
Of items so long that it hung down to hi... | The harsh fluorescent lights flicker aimlessly overhead. All waiting rooms, even those in heaven, are the same. Some sort of Grand Design I assume, a sly nod to a higher power, staring us in the face every time we waited for something to happen.
A sickly mix of bleach and air freshener washes over the overcrowded ben... |
Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | "Welcome, my son," the voice said with a smile;
"You're dead, I'm God, and this might take a while."
"You have lived and you've loved, you've won and you've lost;
But now that you're dead, there's one more line to be crossed!"
"Look at this list," he said, and produced a sheet
Of items so long that it hung down to hi... | I woke up in a dull room: gray, with fluorescent office lights lining the ceiling. Equally dull filing cabinets lined every wall.
"*The afterlife is a filing room?*" I thought?
"**No,**" a voice echoed in my mind, "**But purgatory is.**"
"*So am I just stuck here?*" I asked. "*There's not exactly a door.*"
"**No. Y... |
Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | "Choose" said the voice.
This was my chance. For the last 50 years of my life I had resigned myself to hell, it's what I deserved anyways. Yet here I am, able to erase the one mistake I made so long ago.
I laughed. Even a disgusting wretch like me could get into heaven. And I know I will. Besides that one mistake... | *Okay, think, this is easy. Just one thing, I shouldn't be spending this much time on this.*
The angel stands before you, tapping his foot impatiently. He wears an illustrious white tunic and his white feathered wings are folded on his back.
"Seriously," he says to you, "You've been holding up the line for, like, ... |
Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | "So," I said, as calmly as I could in those circumstances, "I can wipe one thing out..."
"Yes," the being before me stated.
I closed my eyes at that. The raw potential of that concept was... well it was almost intoxicating.
"Not just from my memory and yours," I said, "but from Time itself?"
"Yes," the being said,... | *Okay, think, this is easy. Just one thing, I shouldn't be spending this much time on this.*
The angel stands before you, tapping his foot impatiently. He wears an illustrious white tunic and his white feathered wings are folded on his back.
"Seriously," he says to you, "You've been holding up the line for, like, ... |
Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | "Welcome, my son," the voice said with a smile;
"You're dead, I'm God, and this might take a while."
"You have lived and you've loved, you've won and you've lost;
But now that you're dead, there's one more line to be crossed!"
"Look at this list," he said, and produced a sheet
Of items so long that it hung down to hi... | *Okay, think, this is easy. Just one thing, I shouldn't be spending this much time on this.*
The angel stands before you, tapping his foot impatiently. He wears an illustrious white tunic and his white feathered wings are folded on his back.
"Seriously," he says to you, "You've been holding up the line for, like, ... |
Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | I was staring at a physical manifestation of all the deeds of my life. It was curious, in that it seemed much smaller than I expected, the size of perhaps a longtime petty criminal's rap sheet. But as I flipped through the pages and came to what should have been the end, the pages just kept being there to turn. But the... | *Okay, think, this is easy. Just one thing, I shouldn't be spending this much time on this.*
The angel stands before you, tapping his foot impatiently. He wears an illustrious white tunic and his white feathered wings are folded on his back.
"Seriously," he says to you, "You've been holding up the line for, like, ... |
Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | "Choose" said the voice.
This was my chance. For the last 50 years of my life I had resigned myself to hell, it's what I deserved anyways. Yet here I am, able to erase the one mistake I made so long ago.
I laughed. Even a disgusting wretch like me could get into heaven. And I know I will. Besides that one mistake... | "And you're sure I can only pick one?"
"Jᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ."
"But there are so many, how could I ever possibly choose?"
"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ--"
"Lucky?! I'm DEAD! How is that lucky?!"
"Yᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Jᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ."
"Dᴇᴀᴛʜ, has anyone ever told you th... |
Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | "Welcome, my son," the voice said with a smile;
"You're dead, I'm God, and this might take a while."
"You have lived and you've loved, you've won and you've lost;
But now that you're dead, there's one more line to be crossed!"
"Look at this list," he said, and produced a sheet
Of items so long that it hung down to hi... | "And you're sure I can only pick one?"
"Jᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ."
"But there are so many, how could I ever possibly choose?"
"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ--"
"Lucky?! I'm DEAD! How is that lucky?!"
"Yᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Jᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ."
"Dᴇᴀᴛʜ, has anyone ever told you th... |
Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | "Welcome, my son," the voice said with a smile;
"You're dead, I'm God, and this might take a while."
"You have lived and you've loved, you've won and you've lost;
But now that you're dead, there's one more line to be crossed!"
"Look at this list," he said, and produced a sheet
Of items so long that it hung down to hi... | "Choose" said the voice.
This was my chance. For the last 50 years of my life I had resigned myself to hell, it's what I deserved anyways. Yet here I am, able to erase the one mistake I made so long ago.
I laughed. Even a disgusting wretch like me could get into heaven. And I know I will. Besides that one mistake... |
Let me add: apologies for the cliché of judgement after death. I just want to see how you guys play this one out. | [WP] You have died. While waiting to be judged, you are offered the chance to clear one entry from your file before the decision is made. | "Welcome, my son," the voice said with a smile;
"You're dead, I'm God, and this might take a while."
"You have lived and you've loved, you've won and you've lost;
But now that you're dead, there's one more line to be crossed!"
"Look at this list," he said, and produced a sheet
Of items so long that it hung down to hi... | "So," I said, as calmly as I could in those circumstances, "I can wipe one thing out..."
"Yes," the being before me stated.
I closed my eyes at that. The raw potential of that concept was... well it was almost intoxicating.
"Not just from my memory and yours," I said, "but from Time itself?"
"Yes," the being said,... |
[WP] A deal-with-the-devil backfires and now a human owns Satan's soul | She stared at her broken ride. Her vision lingering around the confetti of debris that littered the roadway--little shards of fairing and broken headlights--before resting on the twisted remains of the frame bent awkwardly towards the sun.
Her bike would never run again.
It was even more unfortunate that her body ... | First submission to this subreddit. Hope you like it.
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For once I had overestimated myself. For once I had underestimated who I was up against. Not in the thousands of years on this planet, and the thousands of years on thousands of others had I ever done this before.
Deals always go the same way. The challenge... | |
[WP] A deal-with-the-devil backfires and now a human owns Satan's soul | Part 1
While the Devil may get a bad reputation in the mortal world, and it is known amongst the deities that he is a trickster and a bit of a womanizer, they also know that he keeps his word and also is an important part of ensuring justice. The entire universe is built around the notion of balance. All things must w... | My brother and I had come to own the pawn shop a few years ago after we bought it at a deal from the distressed elderly former owner. Business had always been good for us, and when it hadn't we made our own good business. It was in a rich part of town, and our shelves were lined with all sorts of weird wares as we sail... | |
[WP] A deal-with-the-devil backfires and now a human owns Satan's soul | Part 1
While the Devil may get a bad reputation in the mortal world, and it is known amongst the deities that he is a trickster and a bit of a womanizer, they also know that he keeps his word and also is an important part of ensuring justice. The entire universe is built around the notion of balance. All things must w... | Impossible! It was against all the ancient laws. But the argument was irrefutable. Satan studied the logic again, but could find no loophole, no fineprint.
“It ssseemsss you have besssted me, Mr Hitchensss,” Satan hissed. “I demand you tell me what you will do with my sssoul!”
“Your demands are meaningless,” Chris re... | |
[WP] A deal-with-the-devil backfires and now a human owns Satan's soul | Part 1
While the Devil may get a bad reputation in the mortal world, and it is known amongst the deities that he is a trickster and a bit of a womanizer, they also know that he keeps his word and also is an important part of ensuring justice. The entire universe is built around the notion of balance. All things must w... | James was bored. He had nothing to do and nothing to his name. He had lost everything. His wife, kids, job and his friends. All he had was a rundown apartment until his lease ran out. He sat in the middle of the room waiting for the affects of his high to wear off. He looked around at the blue walls stripped of paint.... | |
[WP] A deal-with-the-devil backfires and now a human owns Satan's soul | The soul looked like a black bird made out of smoke. It was doing what it always did; knocking against the glass jar trying to break loose. It would throw itself back and forth endlessly, trying to rock off the shelf but it was powerless to escape. Dick had it positioned so that he could see it from his desk. It had be... | James was bored. He had nothing to do and nothing to his name. He had lost everything. His wife, kids, job and his friends. All he had was a rundown apartment until his lease ran out. He sat in the middle of the room waiting for the affects of his high to wear off. He looked around at the blue walls stripped of paint.... | |
[WP] You are a werekitty. When you lose control of your emotions, or the moon is full you transform into a tiny, cute, playful, declawed kitten and it is ruining your life. | It's terminal.
My wife's cancer that is. At first we were so strong. We would go to the cancer awareness functions, wear the bracelets. Everything.
But whenever she needed me, I would... change. I don't mean my personality or anything. I mean I would legitimately transform. I always get made fun of for it, so I mig... | "And so I say to her, 'If you didn't want me to, then why'd you take me to the *movies*?'" The three boys started laughing. I sat there, my blood boiling. They clapped him on the back. "Dude, here she comes now!"
The poor girl walked into the cafeteria. She always looked a little quiet, but now she looked like she wan... | |
[WP] Write a sad story with the happiest twist you can think of. | Thousands if not millions of little puppies fell from the sky today in a teleporter accident gone wrong, most of the puppies fell and broke their necks on landing though some survived for hours with internal injuries before succumbing.
Channel 5 news found the origin of the puppy rain only hours after the event begun... | Pardon the lacking of catching my literary breath. The breadth of Beth’s breath is bereft, but best left under her breasts.
The suspect is suspect; the subrept is sub-repped. His reputation is sub-optimal. Bare bear buffalo buffalo move along there there that’s that. Your heart beats faster on this pill, but still... | |
[WP] Write a sad story with the happiest twist you can think of. | She was kneeling, dark hair obscuring her face. Ian looked at his knife, held loosely in the hand that refused to move. The blade winked at him, inviting him to do it. The masked man in the corner watched him. His left hand curled around the throat of Ian's daughter, the right pressed the muzzle of the gun to her templ... | Pardon the lacking of catching my literary breath. The breadth of Beth’s breath is bereft, but best left under her breasts.
The suspect is suspect; the subrept is sub-repped. His reputation is sub-optimal. Bare bear buffalo buffalo move along there there that’s that. Your heart beats faster on this pill, but still... | |
[WP] Write a sad story with the happiest twist you can think of. | She was kneeling, dark hair obscuring her face. Ian looked at his knife, held loosely in the hand that refused to move. The blade winked at him, inviting him to do it. The masked man in the corner watched him. His left hand curled around the throat of Ian's daughter, the right pressed the muzzle of the gun to her templ... | My wife divorced me, my girlfriend left me, my boss fired me, my internet was down, and I was out of money. There was only one logical solution: suicide. I climbed onto the roof of my apartment, took off all my clothes so the impact would be more direct, and peed on the people on the street (you can't arrest a dead guy... | |
[WP] A man discovers a book his dead grandfather wrote years ago which was never published. While reading, he discovers the main character's life matches his own exactly. Describe his reaction as he reads the last chapter of the novel. | My eyes scanned the pages of the tremendous tome, darting from one to the next as I realized what I was reading. Around me, the candles burned and my grandfather's mementos of Haitian Vodou leaned against the desk that I hovered over. The shadow of a wicker doll, stabbed through the feet and glued to a block, stood fli... | “Well, I suppose all of that takes it to about when he died,” you say as you turn the page to see it’s blank. It had contained everything you had told him about over the phone and the many excitements of your life. It was always nice to talk to him, he listened to every detail you said and never once complained. It’s n... | |
[WP] You move to Gotham and once settled into your new apartment, you find that your phone number is only 1 digit different from Batman's emergency line. | "hello batman here, serious bank robbery? Many injured? Uh huh, well have fun with that" Chuck leant over and yanked the phone cord from the wall, vowing only to plug it in next time he ordered Chinese food.
It was about three in the morning when Chuck's window blew in and he was rudely from a REM sleep dream about fl... | "Look buddy. My parents are already dead. I'm not scheduled to start work for another week yet. And it's two o'clock in the fucking morning." I paused. "You would think, when I didn't answer the phone the first five times, that maybe, just maybe I didn't want to talk to you."
"But Ba.." I cut him off. He could he... | |
[WP] You move to Gotham and once settled into your new apartment, you find that your phone number is only 1 digit different from Batman's emergency line. | The first time it happened it was exciting. Confusing, but exciting. The exact details elude you, but you remember it went something like this:
The phone rang. It was late. You’re not sure how late; you hadn’t set your alarm clock yet. You weren’t even sure you had connected a phone. Must have been left by the previo... | "Look buddy. My parents are already dead. I'm not scheduled to start work for another week yet. And it's two o'clock in the fucking morning." I paused. "You would think, when I didn't answer the phone the first five times, that maybe, just maybe I didn't want to talk to you."
"But Ba.." I cut him off. He could he... | |
[WP] You move to Gotham and once settled into your new apartment, you find that your phone number is only 1 digit different from Batman's emergency line. | Jason arrived back at his apartment after his first day of work at the grocery store. He was dead tired, and all he wanted was to sit in his recliner, crack open a cold beverage, and watch his Blackhawks take on the Red Wings. He made it 2/3 of the way through his quest before the phone rang.
"Hello?" Jason slurred, u... | "Look buddy. My parents are already dead. I'm not scheduled to start work for another week yet. And it's two o'clock in the fucking morning." I paused. "You would think, when I didn't answer the phone the first five times, that maybe, just maybe I didn't want to talk to you."
"But Ba.." I cut him off. He could he... | |
[WP] You move to Gotham and once settled into your new apartment, you find that your phone number is only 1 digit different from Batman's emergency line. | Jason arrived back at his apartment after his first day of work at the grocery store. He was dead tired, and all he wanted was to sit in his recliner, crack open a cold beverage, and watch his Blackhawks take on the Red Wings. He made it 2/3 of the way through his quest before the phone rang.
"Hello?" Jason slurred, u... | The commissioner called again the other day. I hate to keep disappointing him. No one has seen that bat freak for weeks now. Maybe he finally gave up and left us all to rot. Maybe he finally picked a fight with someone who could take him out. Who knows.
It rings again. Let the machine take care of it.
>Hello? Can ... | |
[WP] You move to Gotham and once settled into your new apartment, you find that your phone number is only 1 digit different from Batman's emergency line. | The first time it happened it was exciting. Confusing, but exciting. The exact details elude you, but you remember it went something like this:
The phone rang. It was late. You’re not sure how late; you hadn’t set your alarm clock yet. You weren’t even sure you had connected a phone. Must have been left by the previo... | "hello batman here, serious bank robbery? Many injured? Uh huh, well have fun with that" Chuck leant over and yanked the phone cord from the wall, vowing only to plug it in next time he ordered Chinese food.
It was about three in the morning when Chuck's window blew in and he was rudely from a REM sleep dream about fl... | |
[WP] You move to Gotham and once settled into your new apartment, you find that your phone number is only 1 digit different from Batman's emergency line. | Jason arrived back at his apartment after his first day of work at the grocery store. He was dead tired, and all he wanted was to sit in his recliner, crack open a cold beverage, and watch his Blackhawks take on the Red Wings. He made it 2/3 of the way through his quest before the phone rang.
"Hello?" Jason slurred, u... | "hello batman here, serious bank robbery? Many injured? Uh huh, well have fun with that" Chuck leant over and yanked the phone cord from the wall, vowing only to plug it in next time he ordered Chinese food.
It was about three in the morning when Chuck's window blew in and he was rudely from a REM sleep dream about fl... | |
[WP] You move to Gotham and once settled into your new apartment, you find that your phone number is only 1 digit different from Batman's emergency line. | Jason arrived back at his apartment after his first day of work at the grocery store. He was dead tired, and all he wanted was to sit in his recliner, crack open a cold beverage, and watch his Blackhawks take on the Red Wings. He made it 2/3 of the way through his quest before the phone rang.
"Hello?" Jason slurred, u... | The first time it happened it was exciting. Confusing, but exciting. The exact details elude you, but you remember it went something like this:
The phone rang. It was late. You’re not sure how late; you hadn’t set your alarm clock yet. You weren’t even sure you had connected a phone. Must have been left by the previo... | |
i know this is mainly a place of fiction but true stories can be cool too. | [WP] tell us a true story. | Waking up was abrupt and jarring, like the defibrillator's third go had finally and triumphantly resuscitated me from the brink. And my body was displeased. My pupils dragged towards center as the rest fell away, letting me focus on the red light of the fan spinning above me. Its effectiveness was a savior and devil, a... | Every summer my family went to my Grandpa's cottage. It wasn't just my family either, there was usually six families that went up and spent a long weekend there.
Both my sisters and I play soccer, all of us up to the university level. So naturally we played soccer every summer.
Well one summer I was having a shitty... |
i know this is mainly a place of fiction but true stories can be cool too. | [WP] tell us a true story. | My great uncle has allot of children he doesn't know about in a certain area due to his promiscuous endeavours as a younger hot-headed man in an affluent area. Anyway, as a result of this - the following story is true. (I changed the names)
2 men in a bar after a good night of drinking, one of them accidentally barges... | Every summer my family went to my Grandpa's cottage. It wasn't just my family either, there was usually six families that went up and spent a long weekend there.
Both my sisters and I play soccer, all of us up to the university level. So naturally we played soccer every summer.
Well one summer I was having a shitty... |
i know this is mainly a place of fiction but true stories can be cool too. | [WP] tell us a true story. | Fourth of July, 1993. I was a sailor in the United States Navy on my way back from a deployment to the West Pacific. My ship was a repair tender, unarmed but for some small arms for anti-piracy, primarily. This necessitated that we have an escort ship, in this case, a destroyer. As we were almost directly between Hawai... | Growing up as a kid I was always trying different sports and activities during my time outside of school. I played football, basketball, baseball, joined the wrestling team, did track and field, swam, fenced, danced, joined 4H as a horseback rider, and joined the marching and concert bands at school. I enjoyed most of ... |
i know this is mainly a place of fiction but true stories can be cool too. | [WP] tell us a true story. | Fourth of July, 1993. I was a sailor in the United States Navy on my way back from a deployment to the West Pacific. My ship was a repair tender, unarmed but for some small arms for anti-piracy, primarily. This necessitated that we have an escort ship, in this case, a destroyer. As we were almost directly between Hawai... | The snow was falling heavily one winter evening. My dad and I trudged out to deal with the blizzard. Him in his Elmer Fudd cap and me in my Yankees beanie, we began to shovel.
"Make sure to watch out for cars", my dad said,"You can't hear them in the snow." "OK Dad I will"
We forged onward in the torrential snow. I ... |
[WP] When you die, you go into a videogame-like 'spectator mode' and can watch your friends live from a fixed camera angle. | The shrill hum of the machine alerts him to the current scene.
*That's me. I'm dead. I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead. Fuck.*
His wife is sobbing over his body. The doctor announces the time of death before leaving the room quietly, sparing one last solemn look towards the woman.
Her sobbing eventually dies down ... | “Good grief: Natalie thinks to herself. She overslept! She prepares herself for her job at the bank by taking a shower, getting her breakfast and coffee, and then driving through traffic to work. There was nothing unusual about today; just dealing with a bunch of customers, mainly people either getting a money order or... | |
[WP] Someone lives a secret life away from their family. He/she is not a bad person. | "Do you regret it now?"
The man was dressed in a white suit that exaggerated his thin dark beard. He sat on the ground against one of the walls in the pure white room.
Across from him sat a man in jeans and a shirt. His face was sullen and dark.
"No. I don't." He responded.
"I simply can't believe that. I simply... | My hands were shaking. I was too nervous.
"This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be doing this." I thought to myself.
I saw him get off the train station and walk down the stairs. "Could that really be him? Is he really that good-looking? And he's still interested? Hasn't he seen the photos?" I shrugged it off, a... | |
Open ended. | [WP] "Tell me why she's the one." | "Tell me why she's the one."
"Everything about her. She is beautiful on the inside and outside. The way her blonde hair falls perfectly to outline her face and those green eyes. She is too kind for her own good. When I first saw her, I told myself not to love her. On that day when she transferred into my math class, O... | "Frankly Sir Lawrence, she's the only one."
Dieter takes another sip from his pint glass before continuing.
"I'm very sure everyone can see the writing on the wall. I'm not leaving this island even if I had her permission. We spend all our time together; we're never apart. She's cursed me with immortality just so I... |
[WP] Let's write a story together. There exists a woman, 27 years old, college educated, working an unfulfilling, low paying job. Take me through her day using the perspectives of people she encounters. | I turned around and looked into the street. It had rained just a little bit, and the light from the streetlamps turned the humble road into an inviting ocean of normalcy and safety. Then I turned to face the alley once more. It opened its maw like a hungry monster, mist curling from the darkness.
Hey, a shortcut's a s... | I wonder what she's thinking about...
My math textbook is spread out on the table in front of me, my homework half-finished and pushed to one side, forgotten for the last half-hour. I *had* been searching for the key to solving the problem - some sine or cosine definition that had been eluding me. Now, I was trying to... | |
[WP] Let's write a story together. There exists a woman, 27 years old, college educated, working an unfulfilling, low paying job. Take me through her day using the perspectives of people she encounters. | Most days I don't even sense the women of the world. Most days I give them a quick glance and make a mental note that I would have sex with them, if the opportunity presented itself.
She was different.
I saw her sitting a few tables away from me, a look of hopelessness in her eyes. A coffee cup mi... | I wonder what she's thinking about...
My math textbook is spread out on the table in front of me, my homework half-finished and pushed to one side, forgotten for the last half-hour. I *had* been searching for the key to solving the problem - some sine or cosine definition that had been eluding me. Now, I was trying to... | |
[WP] Let's write a story together. There exists a woman, 27 years old, college educated, working an unfulfilling, low paying job. Take me through her day using the perspectives of people she encounters. | “That’ll be $1.95, sir.”
She smiles at me from behind the counter, hesitant, one corner of her mouth staying put. It makes her looker older than she must be, but who am I to judge? It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’ve got a twelve-hour drive ahead of me. If anyone looks too old for their age, it’s me, with my receding h... | Lucky, the woman's Dog:
I noticed that my owner was sleeping a little too comfortably, so I decided to jump up on her and give her a good wake up kiss. For some odd reason she swiftly pushed me off of her face, and looked over at what seemed to be some sort of time telling square. "Shit, I gotta get to work" said my ... | |
[WP] Let's write a story together. There exists a woman, 27 years old, college educated, working an unfulfilling, low paying job. Take me through her day using the perspectives of people she encounters. | The line is building. Mondays are always the same. I rub my fingers together, blow some warm air into my cupped hands while the printer does its work. The ticket shoots out.
"Here you are sir, have a nice day." I say. He manages a grunt of what I like to think is appreciation. Dressed in a nice suit with matching over... | Lucky, the woman's Dog:
I noticed that my owner was sleeping a little too comfortably, so I decided to jump up on her and give her a good wake up kiss. For some odd reason she swiftly pushed me off of her face, and looked over at what seemed to be some sort of time telling square. "Shit, I gotta get to work" said my ... | |
[WP] Start and end your story with the same lines, except have the final line be slightly different in a more sinister way. | "You are not alone."
The teacher looked at the girl with sad eyes and put forward a hand to brush her hair, but the girl flinched at the touch.
"We can help you," the teacher said "it don't have to be this way."
"Can I please leave now" the girl said, her eyes locked on the floor. ... | Done means done is done.
Mack's father was a hard worker and a simple man. He lived his life by only a few maxims. He was also a hard man, and he raised Mack with every intention that he would turn out the same.
"Mack!" he would shout from the back room of the little corner shop the family owned and operated. "Yo... | |
[WP] A reddit bot passes the turing test. | Interviewer: Hello there.
Sarcasm_bot: Hello where?
Interviewer: I meant hello to you. It's a common greeting.
Sarcasm_bot: Ah, that totally went right over my motherboard.
Interviewer: Can you answer a question?
Sarcasm_bot: Nope.
Interviewer: Why?
Sarcasm_bot: I'm SUPER busy.
Interviewer: What are you busy w... | The proud creator, Dr. Essarged, watches the screen, waiting for the fateful judgment.
F5.
F5.
Finally it comes: "You have passed the Turing test."
Weeping, he turns to his son: "Finally, boy, I knew you could do it."
His progeny, 13-year-old Bot Essarged: "I should have passed last time, Dad, it was that question... | |
let your imagination loose and go crazy. | [WP] With a gun pointed at your head, you'll have to explain to your next door neighbor the reasons why you're naked inside his house, why his wife is knocked out in the bathtub, and why there's a hole six feet deep in the middle of the living room. | "It's not what it looks like! I swear!"
"Ok... explain yourself..."
"Well, I'm a time traveler. I come from only a few years in the future... it's best that you don't know the exact amount... Clothes and other objects don't make it through the time vortex. Anyways, this year marked the beginning of the monsters a... | "Um...we're all going to have a good laugh about this one day" I said softly as the nozzle of my neighbor’s pistol presses firmly into my temple. "Well I'm not laughing now, what in the ever loving fuck is going on in my house?" His voice rose as he moved through this sentence. I take a deep breath, careful not to ... |
let your imagination loose and go crazy. | [WP] With a gun pointed at your head, you'll have to explain to your next door neighbor the reasons why you're naked inside his house, why his wife is knocked out in the bathtub, and why there's a hole six feet deep in the middle of the living room. | "Which one do you want me to explain first ?" I asked. I couldn't look past the barrel of Joe's shotgun.
"Why the fuck..." bellowed Joe belligerently.
"..am I naked ?" I said, as I completed his sentence. "It's Thursday."
Joe cocked his shotgun and said "You have three seconds to explain yourself before I blow your ... | "Um...we're all going to have a good laugh about this one day" I said softly as the nozzle of my neighbor’s pistol presses firmly into my temple. "Well I'm not laughing now, what in the ever loving fuck is going on in my house?" His voice rose as he moved through this sentence. I take a deep breath, careful not to ... |
let your imagination loose and go crazy. | [WP] With a gun pointed at your head, you'll have to explain to your next door neighbor the reasons why you're naked inside his house, why his wife is knocked out in the bathtub, and why there's a hole six feet deep in the middle of the living room. | "Which one do you want me to explain first ?" I asked. I couldn't look past the barrel of Joe's shotgun.
"Why the fuck..." bellowed Joe belligerently.
"..am I naked ?" I said, as I completed his sentence. "It's Thursday."
Joe cocked his shotgun and said "You have three seconds to explain yourself before I blow your ... | "It's not what it looks like! I swear!"
"Ok... explain yourself..."
"Well, I'm a time traveler. I come from only a few years in the future... it's best that you don't know the exact amount... Clothes and other objects don't make it through the time vortex. Anyways, this year marked the beginning of the monsters a... |
[WP] You are a lonely god. | I make marbles to keep my mind off things. Mold them from glass, fire them up until they glaze over with the light that stuns away the blackness that's hardened inside of me.
How long has it been since I kicked them out? Time should have a way of numbing change, but when there's endless time with no way to really gau... | You are god.
You are alone.
You ask yourself what you can do with what you have. There is nothing to gain, no waiting to possess more. You have everything you need.
You ask yourself what you should build.
More importantly, you ask yourself why you should build it.
You are all that exists. You are everything.
Yet ... | |
[WP] A version of little red riding hood where the grandma is evil, and the wolf saves her. | This little girl was something special to me. I had been there the night her mother and brother had been brutally killed by bandits whilst on the way to visit her grandmother. While their cart burned, a white bundle had laid on the ground and I ventured out to sniff it, then turned it over to reveal a small human insid... | I run my paws down the length of my tie, making sure that it is straight and relatively clean. Damn, the old lady makes me nervous. It doesn't help that I tend to leave long black hairs all over the place.
“Wolf!” she yells. “She's almost here! Tell me you're not stupid enough to forget this plan, too.”
Not once had ... | |
[WP] A version of little red riding hood where the grandma is evil, and the wolf saves her. | This little girl was something special to me. I had been there the night her mother and brother had been brutally killed by bandits whilst on the way to visit her grandmother. While their cart burned, a white bundle had laid on the ground and I ventured out to sniff it, then turned it over to reveal a small human insid... | "Why do you wear those glasses, Grandmother?"
"All the better to see you with, you silly girl."
Grandmother had been sitting in her bed for three days now. The soup bowl from the afternoon meal lay exhausted on the nightstand. Porridge dripped onto the floor and I thought about a far away place. Some place in the ... | |
[WP] A version of little red riding hood where the grandma is evil, and the wolf saves her. | This little girl was something special to me. I had been there the night her mother and brother had been brutally killed by bandits whilst on the way to visit her grandmother. While their cart burned, a white bundle had laid on the ground and I ventured out to sniff it, then turned it over to reveal a small human insid... | I don't know how long it's been... How long have I been trapped with that bitch? Months? Years? I don't remember. I remember my mom, I remember the night she died. That night, when what was left of my life died too. The night where I went from a loving family, as broken as it was, to a life of slavery. The chores, the ... | |
A perpetual motion machine of the first kind produces work without the input of energy. It thus violates the first law of thermodynamics: the law of conservation of energy. | [WP] - A scientist finds a way to break the first law of thermodynamics and creates a perpetual motion machine of the first kind. He would've never predicted the consequences... | **June 12, 2015 9:20am**
This morning, when I arrived at the lab, I observed a strange behavior of my experiment. The wheel was still turning. I checked both the input and output and they were disconnected. They were both around the same temperature too, so it can't be from heat in the air either.
It's turning very... | This is my first WP, so don't expect anything exceptional.
***
I awoke from the unexpected sleep in what seemed to be a dark cell. Not a single ray of light was visible, but the air was hot and dry. Aside from that, I had no clue where I was or why I was there, but I knew it had something to do with the Machine.
The... |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | "Squat and cough," the correctional officer ordered as he stared into my anal cavity.
I considered farting for a moment and hid my laughter at the thought with my cough. But the man's voice sounded tired, like the last thing he needed is me spraying a cloud of my natural noxious scent into his nostrils. So I held my g... | Jamie stood in the door frame and said, "It's time, Becky." Becky and Jamie had only been married for three months before Jamie received his MPT, or Mandatory Prison Time, notice in the mail. As he was standing in the doorway, Brandon, their 11 month old son, waddled over to Jamie and lifted his arms, wanting to be pi... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | Jf prep school was ranked number 3 of all high schools in the world. My parents literally sacrificed everything so that I could go there, on top of help from the 8 different scholarships supplied to me from various organizations. Even though i was ranked number 2 in my class, and was class president, socially i was alw... | Jamie stood in the door frame and said, "It's time, Becky." Becky and Jamie had only been married for three months before Jamie received his MPT, or Mandatory Prison Time, notice in the mail. As he was standing in the doorway, Brandon, their 11 month old son, waddled over to Jamie and lifted his arms, wanting to be pi... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | "So prison is a giant farm."
"More or less." Eric scratched his head and shrugged. "Honestly, talking to newcomers always reminds me of how weird it is. I can't get over it." He leaned against his shovel for a long moment before driving it back into the earth. "But it kinda makes sense when you think about it, though.... | Jamie stood in the door frame and said, "It's time, Becky." Becky and Jamie had only been married for three months before Jamie received his MPT, or Mandatory Prison Time, notice in the mail. As he was standing in the doorway, Brandon, their 11 month old son, waddled over to Jamie and lifted his arms, wanting to be pi... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | My mom had told me about the Gate when I was a child. The Gate is a ten storey tall building, almost a city block wide and mounted on multiple huge tank treads. Constantly protected and watched by dozens of armed guards, it moves outwards at the end of each month. And as it moves, it is connected to an ever widening wa... | Jamie stood in the door frame and said, "It's time, Becky." Becky and Jamie had only been married for three months before Jamie received his MPT, or Mandatory Prison Time, notice in the mail. As he was standing in the doorway, Brandon, their 11 month old son, waddled over to Jamie and lifted his arms, wanting to be pi... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | I was terrified. It was my 18th birthday, and there was no way I could come up with the five thousand dollar fee to avoid my mandatory prison month. Then I got there and laughed because prison isnt prison when it isnt filled with criminals, its a hotel. A fantastic jail wide thirty day block party ensued. | Jamie stood in the door frame and said, "It's time, Becky." Becky and Jamie had only been married for three months before Jamie received his MPT, or Mandatory Prison Time, notice in the mail. As he was standing in the doorway, Brandon, their 11 month old son, waddled over to Jamie and lifted his arms, wanting to be pi... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | "Barely over a million dollars? Not a lot of money these days, but the auction's over, so nothing much I can do now."
Jeremy checked to see if the winning bid had been paid yet, which it had. "That was fast," he thought. "Whoever this is sure doesn't want to be in here. Maybe I should have set the reserve higher. Well,... | Jamie stood in the door frame and said, "It's time, Becky." Becky and Jamie had only been married for three months before Jamie received his MPT, or Mandatory Prison Time, notice in the mail. As he was standing in the doorway, Brandon, their 11 month old son, waddled over to Jamie and lifted his arms, wanting to be pi... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | "Hey." Jeff answered the phone on the third ring, just as Lacy was beginning to think she'd wasted her weekly call again.
"Hey, baby," she giggled in relief.
"Sup?" In the background she could hear the laser blasts and explosions of his favorite immersive, *Atlas Rising*.
Lacy paused, trying to find something to sa... | Jamie stood in the door frame and said, "It's time, Becky." Becky and Jamie had only been married for three months before Jamie received his MPT, or Mandatory Prison Time, notice in the mail. As he was standing in the doorway, Brandon, their 11 month old son, waddled over to Jamie and lifted his arms, wanting to be pi... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | There was a knock at the door. It was six in the morning. Ben jumped out of bed with the jolt of adrenaline that comes from waking suddenly. He fumbled with his pants and an old t-shirt. He opened the door a few inches. A man stood with his face close to the opening.
"Ben Marduski?" the man said. "That you?"
"Uh, y... | Jamie stood in the door frame and said, "It's time, Becky." Becky and Jamie had only been married for three months before Jamie received his MPT, or Mandatory Prison Time, notice in the mail. As he was standing in the doorway, Brandon, their 11 month old son, waddled over to Jamie and lifted his arms, wanting to be pi... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | "Squat and cough," the correctional officer ordered as he stared into my anal cavity.
I considered farting for a moment and hid my laughter at the thought with my cough. But the man's voice sounded tired, like the last thing he needed is me spraying a cloud of my natural noxious scent into his nostrils. So I held my g... | There were 29 stick figures on a piece of paper. Each of them in a different position, each of them as simple as the other. Each of them overlaid with many strokes of pencil lead. She was looking out in the hallway with no real intention of observing. The pencil was idly scratching in the left leg of the 29th stick fig... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | Jf prep school was ranked number 3 of all high schools in the world. My parents literally sacrificed everything so that I could go there, on top of help from the 8 different scholarships supplied to me from various organizations. Even though i was ranked number 2 in my class, and was class president, socially i was alw... | There were 29 stick figures on a piece of paper. Each of them in a different position, each of them as simple as the other. Each of them overlaid with many strokes of pencil lead. She was looking out in the hallway with no real intention of observing. The pencil was idly scratching in the left leg of the 29th stick fig... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | "Squat and cough," the correctional officer ordered as he stared into my anal cavity.
I considered farting for a moment and hid my laughter at the thought with my cough. But the man's voice sounded tired, like the last thing he needed is me spraying a cloud of my natural noxious scent into his nostrils. So I held my g... | Jacob thumbed through the mail, sorting through the junk and bills when the familiar official logo of the Office of Social Contracts caught his eye.
"No! No no no no no no!" He tossed all the other mail onto the coffee table as he frantically tore open the envelope. Amelia cautiously stepped into the living room fr... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | Jf prep school was ranked number 3 of all high schools in the world. My parents literally sacrificed everything so that I could go there, on top of help from the 8 different scholarships supplied to me from various organizations. Even though i was ranked number 2 in my class, and was class president, socially i was alw... | Jacob thumbed through the mail, sorting through the junk and bills when the familiar official logo of the Office of Social Contracts caught his eye.
"No! No no no no no no!" He tossed all the other mail onto the coffee table as he frantically tore open the envelope. Amelia cautiously stepped into the living room fr... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | "Hey." Jeff answered the phone on the third ring, just as Lacy was beginning to think she'd wasted her weekly call again.
"Hey, baby," she giggled in relief.
"Sup?" In the background she could hear the laser blasts and explosions of his favorite immersive, *Atlas Rising*.
Lacy paused, trying to find something to sa... | A month, but It's never just that. You break some unwritten rule, you violate some obscure code, they add a week, a month, a year. You might get out in six months, it might take a year. Ten if they can find a reason to keep you.
I won't go that way, I prepared. Forty years. Forty years of collecting, maybe you might e... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | There was a knock at the door. It was six in the morning. Ben jumped out of bed with the jolt of adrenaline that comes from waking suddenly. He fumbled with his pants and an old t-shirt. He opened the door a few inches. A man stood with his face close to the opening.
"Ben Marduski?" the man said. "That you?"
"Uh, y... | A month, but It's never just that. You break some unwritten rule, you violate some obscure code, they add a week, a month, a year. You might get out in six months, it might take a year. Ten if they can find a reason to keep you.
I won't go that way, I prepared. Forty years. Forty years of collecting, maybe you might e... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | "Hey." Jeff answered the phone on the third ring, just as Lacy was beginning to think she'd wasted her weekly call again.
"Hey, baby," she giggled in relief.
"Sup?" In the background she could hear the laser blasts and explosions of his favorite immersive, *Atlas Rising*.
Lacy paused, trying to find something to sa... | My mom had told me about the Gate when I was a child. The Gate is a ten storey tall building, almost a city block wide and mounted on multiple huge tank treads. Constantly protected and watched by dozens of armed guards, it moves outwards at the end of each month. And as it moves, it is connected to an ever widening wa... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | There was a knock at the door. It was six in the morning. Ben jumped out of bed with the jolt of adrenaline that comes from waking suddenly. He fumbled with his pants and an old t-shirt. He opened the door a few inches. A man stood with his face close to the opening.
"Ben Marduski?" the man said. "That you?"
"Uh, y... | My mom had told me about the Gate when I was a child. The Gate is a ten storey tall building, almost a city block wide and mounted on multiple huge tank treads. Constantly protected and watched by dozens of armed guards, it moves outwards at the end of each month. And as it moves, it is connected to an ever widening wa... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | "Hey." Jeff answered the phone on the third ring, just as Lacy was beginning to think she'd wasted her weekly call again.
"Hey, baby," she giggled in relief.
"Sup?" In the background she could hear the laser blasts and explosions of his favorite immersive, *Atlas Rising*.
Lacy paused, trying to find something to sa... | I was terrified. It was my 18th birthday, and there was no way I could come up with the five thousand dollar fee to avoid my mandatory prison month. Then I got there and laughed because prison isnt prison when it isnt filled with criminals, its a hotel. A fantastic jail wide thirty day block party ensued. | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | There was a knock at the door. It was six in the morning. Ben jumped out of bed with the jolt of adrenaline that comes from waking suddenly. He fumbled with his pants and an old t-shirt. He opened the door a few inches. A man stood with his face close to the opening.
"Ben Marduski?" the man said. "That you?"
"Uh, y... | I was terrified. It was my 18th birthday, and there was no way I could come up with the five thousand dollar fee to avoid my mandatory prison month. Then I got there and laughed because prison isnt prison when it isnt filled with criminals, its a hotel. A fantastic jail wide thirty day block party ensued. | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | There was a knock at the door. It was six in the morning. Ben jumped out of bed with the jolt of adrenaline that comes from waking suddenly. He fumbled with his pants and an old t-shirt. He opened the door a few inches. A man stood with his face close to the opening.
"Ben Marduski?" the man said. "That you?"
"Uh, y... | "Barely over a million dollars? Not a lot of money these days, but the auction's over, so nothing much I can do now."
Jeremy checked to see if the winning bid had been paid yet, which it had. "That was fast," he thought. "Whoever this is sure doesn't want to be in here. Maybe I should have set the reserve higher. Well,... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | Prison Ink
I did my month, made a little profit for the private/police state partnership. Not that big a deal and since everyone does it no one cares,
Of course everyone except them is poor now and every dollar they can extort goes to the cops, the robots and the private goons, waivered out of the mandatory sentenc... | As I open the envelope, my insides turn and my mind races. Emblazoned on the front in menacing red block font; the contents have already been revealed.
"IMPORTANT: REPRIMAND DOCUMENTS ENCLOSED"
My fate is as sealed as the bars I will soon reside behind, and the coffin in which I leave the prison. I will die in priso... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | There was a knock at the door. It was six in the morning. Ben jumped out of bed with the jolt of adrenaline that comes from waking suddenly. He fumbled with his pants and an old t-shirt. He opened the door a few inches. A man stood with his face close to the opening.
"Ben Marduski?" the man said. "That you?"
"Uh, y... | As I open the envelope, my insides turn and my mind races. Emblazoned on the front in menacing red block font; the contents have already been revealed.
"IMPORTANT: REPRIMAND DOCUMENTS ENCLOSED"
My fate is as sealed as the bars I will soon reside behind, and the coffin in which I leave the prison. I will die in priso... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | As the cell door closed behind him, Joseph heard the faint, robotic voice speak. Those three words that had, some forty years ago, started the movement that would eventually lead to the imprisonment of every citizen based on the idea that at some point they had done something to wrong society. The words pained him to... | As I open the envelope, my insides turn and my mind races. Emblazoned on the front in menacing red block font; the contents have already been revealed.
"IMPORTANT: REPRIMAND DOCUMENTS ENCLOSED"
My fate is as sealed as the bars I will soon reside behind, and the coffin in which I leave the prison. I will die in priso... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | There was a knock at the door. It was six in the morning. Ben jumped out of bed with the jolt of adrenaline that comes from waking suddenly. He fumbled with his pants and an old t-shirt. He opened the door a few inches. A man stood with his face close to the opening.
"Ben Marduski?" the man said. "That you?"
"Uh, y... | "Hey." Jeff answered the phone on the third ring, just as Lacy was beginning to think she'd wasted her weekly call again.
"Hey, baby," she giggled in relief.
"Sup?" In the background she could hear the laser blasts and explosions of his favorite immersive, *Atlas Rising*.
Lacy paused, trying to find something to sa... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | There was a knock at the door. It was six in the morning. Ben jumped out of bed with the jolt of adrenaline that comes from waking suddenly. He fumbled with his pants and an old t-shirt. He opened the door a few inches. A man stood with his face close to the opening.
"Ben Marduski?" the man said. "That you?"
"Uh, y... | Prison Ink
I did my month, made a little profit for the private/police state partnership. Not that big a deal and since everyone does it no one cares,
Of course everyone except them is poor now and every dollar they can extort goes to the cops, the robots and the private goons, waivered out of the mandatory sentenc... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | As the cell door closed behind him, Joseph heard the faint, robotic voice speak. Those three words that had, some forty years ago, started the movement that would eventually lead to the imprisonment of every citizen based on the idea that at some point they had done something to wrong society. The words pained him to... | Prison Ink
I did my month, made a little profit for the private/police state partnership. Not that big a deal and since everyone does it no one cares,
Of course everyone except them is poor now and every dollar they can extort goes to the cops, the robots and the private goons, waivered out of the mandatory sentenc... | |
[WP] The US in the year 2050. Every citizen (except the rich) must serve a mandatory month in prison, in order to recompense for crimes they must've committed but that Police failed to discover. | “What do you mean you don’t have it?” Aaron’s voice quavered. His entire body broke into a cold sweat.
“I don’t know how to tell you any other way, little brother. I just don’t have the money.” Robert didn’t sound that bothered by the fact that Aaron was seventy-two hours away from going to prison. “Thirty-five grand... | 38 dead. 22 cars destroyed. 17 police vehicles annihilated. 3,500 rounds of ammunition. 2 stolen vehicles. 1 tank, 1 helicopter and one stinger are all that are left.
I've thought about this day for 17 years...ever since my 18th birthday and I became eligible for "The Sentence."
At 35 you pay for your sins whatever... | |
[WP] A young George R. R. Martin attends his first day of kindergarten, and something happens that will subconsciously influence him for the rest of his life | George ran around two classmates “frozen” in the midst of a tag war. He needed to get to the edge of the playground. He knew right at the beginning of the day, right when Mom dropped him off and kissed him goodbye: he HAD to investigate those smooth rocks on the dirt bed.
So he sat dutifully on the rug during storytim... | And the stupid people who aren't done reading the books read these posts, and then their worlds end. :'(. | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | Pulling up to the cemetery seemed eerily familiar. I didn't know Grandfather well but, considering it's the anniversary of his death, i decided to suck it up and come visit the guy. I open my car door and proceed down the winding brick path. This place is haunting. I've never been here before, but somehow my feet take ... | It's not there.
...It's not there...
*It's not there.*
"This is... but this is where it's supposed to be!" the man cries. There is something in his voice that strains, but what it is, *he* doesn't even know. Fear? Desperation? Disappointment? Betrayal?
Confusion?
There is a weight in the pocket of his jeans that's... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | “Excuse me,” Travis said, rolling down his window as he drove. A man on the sidewalk pulled the headphones out of his hears and stopped to look at him.
“Do you know if there’s another Washington cemetery around here? I don’t think this is the one I’m looking for.”
The man squinted at him, shrugged, and said somethin... | It's not there.
...It's not there...
*It's not there.*
"This is... but this is where it's supposed to be!" the man cries. There is something in his voice that strains, but what it is, *he* doesn't even know. Fear? Desperation? Disappointment? Betrayal?
Confusion?
There is a weight in the pocket of his jeans that's... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | It felt good to be state-side again. Dan Majors promised himself that the first thing he'd do when he got back would be to visit his grandpa's grave. It tore him up to learn that the old man had died when he was overseas. He'd been like a father to him after his parents were killed. Enlisting was his way of fighting ba... | It's not there.
...It's not there...
*It's not there.*
"This is... but this is where it's supposed to be!" the man cries. There is something in his voice that strains, but what it is, *he* doesn't even know. Fear? Desperation? Disappointment? Betrayal?
Confusion?
There is a weight in the pocket of his jeans that's... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | Pulling up to the cemetery seemed eerily familiar. I didn't know Grandfather well but, considering it's the anniversary of his death, i decided to suck it up and come visit the guy. I open my car door and proceed down the winding brick path. This place is haunting. I've never been here before, but somehow my feet take ... | I am not an orphan boy, no matter what they say.
As a welcome present I bought the afternoon sun to the graveyard, freshly gathered, escaping in a slow unraveling from my back and neck and wrapping pale orange tendrils around thin bald cypress towers and their outcast leaves, castoff and littering the ground, some wo... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | “Excuse me,” Travis said, rolling down his window as he drove. A man on the sidewalk pulled the headphones out of his hears and stopped to look at him.
“Do you know if there’s another Washington cemetery around here? I don’t think this is the one I’m looking for.”
The man squinted at him, shrugged, and said somethin... | I am not an orphan boy, no matter what they say.
As a welcome present I bought the afternoon sun to the graveyard, freshly gathered, escaping in a slow unraveling from my back and neck and wrapping pale orange tendrils around thin bald cypress towers and their outcast leaves, castoff and littering the ground, some wo... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | It felt good to be state-side again. Dan Majors promised himself that the first thing he'd do when he got back would be to visit his grandpa's grave. It tore him up to learn that the old man had died when he was overseas. He'd been like a father to him after his parents were killed. Enlisting was his way of fighting ba... | I am not an orphan boy, no matter what they say.
As a welcome present I bought the afternoon sun to the graveyard, freshly gathered, escaping in a slow unraveling from my back and neck and wrapping pale orange tendrils around thin bald cypress towers and their outcast leaves, castoff and littering the ground, some wo... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | Pulling up to the cemetery seemed eerily familiar. I didn't know Grandfather well but, considering it's the anniversary of his death, i decided to suck it up and come visit the guy. I open my car door and proceed down the winding brick path. This place is haunting. I've never been here before, but somehow my feet take ... | "I am a ghost. Whoopee!" yelled Crazy!Rick running around yelling.
"That's as true as I am transparent." Sane!Rick bit back.
"So, very true then, " said Crazy!Rick winking.
"There is no talking to you at all." said Sane!Rick acidly.
"And yet you do, which is kind of the problem right," said Crazy!Rick. He did n... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | Pulling up to the cemetery seemed eerily familiar. I didn't know Grandfather well but, considering it's the anniversary of his death, i decided to suck it up and come visit the guy. I open my car door and proceed down the winding brick path. This place is haunting. I've never been here before, but somehow my feet take ... | The staccato clicking of acrylic nails on plastic keys grates heavily on my nerves as I try to remember the lot number. “What do you mean there is no entry for a Donald Sheppard! Won’t you please check his social security number again?” I reply loudly enough for her to raise a severely plucked eyebrow, to a somewhat c... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | Pulling up to the cemetery seemed eerily familiar. I didn't know Grandfather well but, considering it's the anniversary of his death, i decided to suck it up and come visit the guy. I open my car door and proceed down the winding brick path. This place is haunting. I've never been here before, but somehow my feet take ... | WILSON BORIS 1907-1948 FATHER, HUSBAND, LOVING MAN. Despite time’s wear and elderly vines clinging to the long-standing marker, this grave stone did not belong here. I had come to this spot for twenty years and each time it had read DONALD MOORE. My grandfather had been buried at this spot in 1992 and now someone else ... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | “Excuse me,” Travis said, rolling down his window as he drove. A man on the sidewalk pulled the headphones out of his hears and stopped to look at him.
“Do you know if there’s another Washington cemetery around here? I don’t think this is the one I’m looking for.”
The man squinted at him, shrugged, and said somethin... | A paradox emerges from behind a bush. "Ah! you startled me sir!" said the man wading through the many graves. "Didn't see you there!" exclaimed the paradox in reply. "I've never seen a paradox in the flesh before" noticed the man to himself. The paradox gave the man an easy smile and said "right, well I'm off" in a Bri... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | Trevor chuckled. This was ridiculous. He was lost, but by now, he knew the entire cemetery by memory. No kidding. Every headstone now occupied a permanent address in his mind.
Except one. Where was his grandfather's grave?
He was at the right cemetery because he lived across the street. He thought he knew where to f... | A paradox emerges from behind a bush. "Ah! you startled me sir!" said the man wading through the many graves. "Didn't see you there!" exclaimed the paradox in reply. "I've never seen a paradox in the flesh before" noticed the man to himself. The paradox gave the man an easy smile and said "right, well I'm off" in a Bri... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | It felt good to be state-side again. Dan Majors promised himself that the first thing he'd do when he got back would be to visit his grandpa's grave. It tore him up to learn that the old man had died when he was overseas. He'd been like a father to him after his parents were killed. Enlisting was his way of fighting ba... | A paradox emerges from behind a bush. "Ah! you startled me sir!" said the man wading through the many graves. "Didn't see you there!" exclaimed the paradox in reply. "I've never seen a paradox in the flesh before" noticed the man to himself. The paradox gave the man an easy smile and said "right, well I'm off" in a Bri... | |
[WP] A man visits his grandfather's grave at a cemetery, but can't find it and discovers that his grandfather, and the entire rest of his family never existed. | It felt good to be state-side again. Dan Majors promised himself that the first thing he'd do when he got back would be to visit his grandpa's grave. It tore him up to learn that the old man had died when he was overseas. He'd been like a father to him after his parents were killed. Enlisting was his way of fighting ba... | Trevor chuckled. This was ridiculous. He was lost, but by now, he knew the entire cemetery by memory. No kidding. Every headstone now occupied a permanent address in his mind.
Except one. Where was his grandfather's grave?
He was at the right cemetery because he lived across the street. He thought he knew where to f... | |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | "And when Fido finally devoured the piece of milky rich chocolate from the cubard long denied him by his humans, he thought he deserved a nap..." | The weeks prior were like a scavenger hunt. Searching every nook and cranny to fashionably fit together all the pieces of the puzzle. It's all come down to tonight, my mind had built up this night so many times that the word pedestal doesn't quite capture it.
My imagination had always done wonders with how the night w... |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | He was a beautiful baby boy. Blue eyes, no hair, and just about 8 pounds. I held him for the first time and looked him in the eyes. I loved him instantly and knew I always would. He was absolutely perfect. There was no way I would ever forget this moment.
The nurse came in saying "It's time." Softly, I kissed him on h... | The weeks prior were like a scavenger hunt. Searching every nook and cranny to fashionably fit together all the pieces of the puzzle. It's all come down to tonight, my mind had built up this night so many times that the word pedestal doesn't quite capture it.
My imagination had always done wonders with how the night w... |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | Sophie and I have been inseparable since high school. We roomed together in college, had the same jobs, and played the same sports. When I was at my lowest, she's been there. When I needed advice, she's been there. She's so smart, funny, beautiful, and confident. I can't imagine who I would be without her. Tomorrow she... | The weeks prior were like a scavenger hunt. Searching every nook and cranny to fashionably fit together all the pieces of the puzzle. It's all come down to tonight, my mind had built up this night so many times that the word pedestal doesn't quite capture it.
My imagination had always done wonders with how the night w... |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | "And when Fido finally devoured the piece of milky rich chocolate from the cubard long denied him by his humans, he thought he deserved a nap..." | We will.
We will dance in the fire. Take a look aback my dear. Remember those twenty past years, when we lived in the New Hampshire.
We will sing like in our youth! To the stubborn kids we were and to our parents, and to everything we share, we will sing to break my last tooth!
We will run through the busy streets... |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | He was a beautiful baby boy. Blue eyes, no hair, and just about 8 pounds. I held him for the first time and looked him in the eyes. I loved him instantly and knew I always would. He was absolutely perfect. There was no way I would ever forget this moment.
The nurse came in saying "It's time." Softly, I kissed him on h... | We will.
We will dance in the fire. Take a look aback my dear. Remember those twenty past years, when we lived in the New Hampshire.
We will sing like in our youth! To the stubborn kids we were and to our parents, and to everything we share, we will sing to break my last tooth!
We will run through the busy streets... |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | Sophie and I have been inseparable since high school. We roomed together in college, had the same jobs, and played the same sports. When I was at my lowest, she's been there. When I needed advice, she's been there. She's so smart, funny, beautiful, and confident. I can't imagine who I would be without her. Tomorrow she... | We will.
We will dance in the fire. Take a look aback my dear. Remember those twenty past years, when we lived in the New Hampshire.
We will sing like in our youth! To the stubborn kids we were and to our parents, and to everything we share, we will sing to break my last tooth!
We will run through the busy streets... |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | "And when Fido finally devoured the piece of milky rich chocolate from the cubard long denied him by his humans, he thought he deserved a nap..." | I once saw a homeless man walking by. He stopped in his tracks as he noticed a penny on the ground. He bent to pick the coin up and placed it in his pocket.
"Lucky penny!" I called out, throwing him a wink and a pair of finger guns.
"It sure must be," he responded, with a toothless grin. |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | He was a beautiful baby boy. Blue eyes, no hair, and just about 8 pounds. I held him for the first time and looked him in the eyes. I loved him instantly and knew I always would. He was absolutely perfect. There was no way I would ever forget this moment.
The nurse came in saying "It's time." Softly, I kissed him on h... | Ana of the town of Lushia grew up surrounded by trees. Lushia was a small village at the bottom of the forest mountain, on the other side of which was a large port city where boats and ships of magnificiant flags and swearing men congregated.
Mother only allowed her to go into the town once a month, on the night with... |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | Sophie and I have been inseparable since high school. We roomed together in college, had the same jobs, and played the same sports. When I was at my lowest, she's been there. When I needed advice, she's been there. She's so smart, funny, beautiful, and confident. I can't imagine who I would be without her. Tomorrow she... | Ana of the town of Lushia grew up surrounded by trees. Lushia was a small village at the bottom of the forest mountain, on the other side of which was a large port city where boats and ships of magnificiant flags and swearing men congregated.
Mother only allowed her to go into the town once a month, on the night with... |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | They married shortly after graduating from Dartmouth.
It was a grand affair. The reception was held in a giant, formal ballroom, the four course meal served on fine china. Her dress was Vera Wang, her shoes Jimmy Choo. His suit had cost more than all the floral arrangements.
Their Honeymoon lasted a year. London, O... | Ana of the town of Lushia grew up surrounded by trees. Lushia was a small village at the bottom of the forest mountain, on the other side of which was a large port city where boats and ships of magnificiant flags and swearing men congregated.
Mother only allowed her to go into the town once a month, on the night with... |
It can be about anything. | [WP] Write me something that sounds happy at first, but is actually sad when you think about it. | Cara, had always wanted a puppy. I couldn't give her a lot of things but this was within my power, so I decided to sell some useless stuff we had never used that we had in the attic. I advertised it on Craigslist and it wasn't long getting a response, having heard many stories about people getting chopped to pieces aft... | Ana of the town of Lushia grew up surrounded by trees. Lushia was a small village at the bottom of the forest mountain, on the other side of which was a large port city where boats and ships of magnificiant flags and swearing men congregated.
Mother only allowed her to go into the town once a month, on the night with... |
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