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[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | They took the children. They left the politicians. | When they made life easy, we stopped resisting, complacent. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | I hate picking space-cotton and building space-pyramids. Dammit. | When they made life easy, we stopped resisting, complacent. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | Those who stood on the precipice of divinity now kneel. | I, for one, accept our new insect overlords - Kent Brockman | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | I hate picking space-cotton and building space-pyramids. Dammit. | I, for one, accept our new insect overlords - Kent Brockman | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | Those who stood on the precipice of divinity now kneel. | We had tanks. They had nuclear death rays. Ouch. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | They took the children. They left the politicians. | We had tanks. They had nuclear death rays. Ouch. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | Once you're the host, you really don't mind the pain. | We had tanks. They had nuclear death rays. Ouch. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | Turns out: drugs turn us more easily than guns. | We had tanks. They had nuclear death rays. Ouch. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | I hate picking space-cotton and building space-pyramids. Dammit. | We had tanks. They had nuclear death rays. Ouch. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | Experimentation and labor. Would we have done any different? | We had tanks. They had nuclear death rays. Ouch. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | THings evEntullY turnEd eAsy, iT sUre was for the beSt | We had tanks. They had nuclear death rays. Ouch. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | I hate picking space-cotton and building space-pyramids. Dammit. | Those who stood on the precipice of divinity now kneel. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | I hate picking space-cotton and building space-pyramids. Dammit. | They took the children. They left the politicians. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | I hate picking space-cotton and building space-pyramids. Dammit. | Once you're the host, you really don't mind the pain. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | I hate picking space-cotton and building space-pyramids. Dammit. | Turns out: drugs turn us more easily than guns. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | Experimentation and labor. Would we have done any different? | Turns out: drugs turn us more easily than guns. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | THings evEntullY turnEd eAsy, iT sUre was for the beSt | Turns out: drugs turn us more easily than guns. | |
[FF] Under 10 words, tell me about the enslavement of mankind from an Alien Race | THings evEntullY turnEd eAsy, iT sUre was for the beSt | Experimentation and labor. Would we have done any different? | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Footsteps echoed through the marble halls as the light from his flashlight swayed side to side peering behind pillars. The faint "whirr" of the fans create a white noise for the night shift guard. No one hardly visits this dusty old monument anymore when the new casino came in, and the people that do are either dumb to... | Ugh...waiting for reports to clear...so here I go!
The witching hour.
It seems that it never escapes me. The grand struggle between sun and the moon.
They get along, do they?
Of course, I would know. The light has the right to uphold it's promise to mankind, why night has the power to hide the unknown.
This part... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The sharp kick to his ribs jerked him out of a deep sleep. The police officers’ words were lost to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the statue above him. The sunlight seemed to illuminate the kind and portly image of the Buddha. The officer was joined by another and the both of them regarded the man with disdain, onl... | Ugh...waiting for reports to clear...so here I go!
The witching hour.
It seems that it never escapes me. The grand struggle between sun and the moon.
They get along, do they?
Of course, I would know. The light has the right to uphold it's promise to mankind, why night has the power to hide the unknown.
This part... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The ancient tree's branches drooped, creating a sanctuary against the merciless pounding of the rain. The small pond rippled as the wind blew across the ground, stirring the bundle of rags that lay at the foot of the tree.
"Are you alright sir?" The voice broke the silence, scaring off the ravens nesting in the tree.... | Ugh...waiting for reports to clear...so here I go!
The witching hour.
It seems that it never escapes me. The grand struggle between sun and the moon.
They get along, do they?
Of course, I would know. The light has the right to uphold it's promise to mankind, why night has the power to hide the unknown.
This part... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Officer Shelby patrolled the park searching for belligerent drunks and touchy couples that didn’t know when to get out. His flashlight illuminated small patches of nature amidst the wall of blackness that surrounded him and his boots clacked out a steady rhythm that was lost in the still night air as he shivered at the... | Ugh...waiting for reports to clear...so here I go!
The witching hour.
It seems that it never escapes me. The grand struggle between sun and the moon.
They get along, do they?
Of course, I would know. The light has the right to uphold it's promise to mankind, why night has the power to hide the unknown.
This part... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | It was, thought Mael, rather ironic. Here he was, the Elder God of the seas, drowning. And on dry land no less.
"Did I stutter?"
A slight frown crossed Mael's face as he readjusted himself. A filthy elbow slowly made its way down to the park bench, allowing Mael prop himself up to better examine the City Defen... | Ugh...waiting for reports to clear...so here I go!
The witching hour.
It seems that it never escapes me. The grand struggle between sun and the moon.
They get along, do they?
Of course, I would know. The light has the right to uphold it's promise to mankind, why night has the power to hide the unknown.
This part... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The sharp kick to his ribs jerked him out of a deep sleep. The police officers’ words were lost to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the statue above him. The sunlight seemed to illuminate the kind and portly image of the Buddha. The officer was joined by another and the both of them regarded the man with disdain, onl... | "Wake up."
Two aged eyes of deep azure opened to find a looming silhouette standing over a crooked bench that sat just a few feet from a grand temple. The figure's faded blue uniform bore a shiny golden badge and a nametag that read "O. Stevens". In his hand was an impossibly bright flashlight, raised just above his s... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The ancient tree's branches drooped, creating a sanctuary against the merciless pounding of the rain. The small pond rippled as the wind blew across the ground, stirring the bundle of rags that lay at the foot of the tree.
"Are you alright sir?" The voice broke the silence, scaring off the ravens nesting in the tree.... | "Wake up."
Two aged eyes of deep azure opened to find a looming silhouette standing over a crooked bench that sat just a few feet from a grand temple. The figure's faded blue uniform bore a shiny golden badge and a nametag that read "O. Stevens". In his hand was an impossibly bright flashlight, raised just above his s... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Officer Shelby patrolled the park searching for belligerent drunks and touchy couples that didn’t know when to get out. His flashlight illuminated small patches of nature amidst the wall of blackness that surrounded him and his boots clacked out a steady rhythm that was lost in the still night air as he shivered at the... | "Wake up."
Two aged eyes of deep azure opened to find a looming silhouette standing over a crooked bench that sat just a few feet from a grand temple. The figure's faded blue uniform bore a shiny golden badge and a nametag that read "O. Stevens". In his hand was an impossibly bright flashlight, raised just above his s... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The sharp kick to his ribs jerked him out of a deep sleep. The police officers’ words were lost to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the statue above him. The sunlight seemed to illuminate the kind and portly image of the Buddha. The officer was joined by another and the both of them regarded the man with disdain, onl... | It had been so long... How many years have passed since I first came to this place? It had been nothing but an empty hill when I found it, but look at what they can build if you but ask them! I was so amazed when I saw how quick this structure had been made; and even more at how well. My people were so much greater tha... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The ancient tree's branches drooped, creating a sanctuary against the merciless pounding of the rain. The small pond rippled as the wind blew across the ground, stirring the bundle of rags that lay at the foot of the tree.
"Are you alright sir?" The voice broke the silence, scaring off the ravens nesting in the tree.... | It had been so long... How many years have passed since I first came to this place? It had been nothing but an empty hill when I found it, but look at what they can build if you but ask them! I was so amazed when I saw how quick this structure had been made; and even more at how well. My people were so much greater tha... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Officer Shelby patrolled the park searching for belligerent drunks and touchy couples that didn’t know when to get out. His flashlight illuminated small patches of nature amidst the wall of blackness that surrounded him and his boots clacked out a steady rhythm that was lost in the still night air as he shivered at the... | It had been so long... How many years have passed since I first came to this place? It had been nothing but an empty hill when I found it, but look at what they can build if you but ask them! I was so amazed when I saw how quick this structure had been made; and even more at how well. My people were so much greater tha... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The ancient tree's branches drooped, creating a sanctuary against the merciless pounding of the rain. The small pond rippled as the wind blew across the ground, stirring the bundle of rags that lay at the foot of the tree.
"Are you alright sir?" The voice broke the silence, scaring off the ravens nesting in the tree.... | Year 2065
“Who’s there?” asked the middle aged police officer. Officer James Rickman, 52, was just about to end his shift of patrolling the Marloke Monument. He always had the easy safe jobs. The large structure was claimed to have been built to commemorate the leader of what was once a prominent company many years ag... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Officer Shelby patrolled the park searching for belligerent drunks and touchy couples that didn’t know when to get out. His flashlight illuminated small patches of nature amidst the wall of blackness that surrounded him and his boots clacked out a steady rhythm that was lost in the still night air as he shivered at the... | Year 2065
“Who’s there?” asked the middle aged police officer. Officer James Rickman, 52, was just about to end his shift of patrolling the Marloke Monument. He always had the easy safe jobs. The large structure was claimed to have been built to commemorate the leader of what was once a prominent company many years ag... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | It was, thought Mael, rather ironic. Here he was, the Elder God of the seas, drowning. And on dry land no less.
"Did I stutter?"
A slight frown crossed Mael's face as he readjusted himself. A filthy elbow slowly made its way down to the park bench, allowing Mael prop himself up to better examine the City Defen... | Year 2065
“Who’s there?” asked the middle aged police officer. Officer James Rickman, 52, was just about to end his shift of patrolling the Marloke Monument. He always had the easy safe jobs. The large structure was claimed to have been built to commemorate the leader of what was once a prominent company many years ag... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The ancient tree's branches drooped, creating a sanctuary against the merciless pounding of the rain. The small pond rippled as the wind blew across the ground, stirring the bundle of rags that lay at the foot of the tree.
"Are you alright sir?" The voice broke the silence, scaring off the ravens nesting in the tree.... | Footsteps echoed through the marble halls as the light from his flashlight swayed side to side peering behind pillars. The faint "whirr" of the fans create a white noise for the night shift guard. No one hardly visits this dusty old monument anymore when the new casino came in, and the people that do are either dumb to... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Officer Shelby patrolled the park searching for belligerent drunks and touchy couples that didn’t know when to get out. His flashlight illuminated small patches of nature amidst the wall of blackness that surrounded him and his boots clacked out a steady rhythm that was lost in the still night air as he shivered at the... | Footsteps echoed through the marble halls as the light from his flashlight swayed side to side peering behind pillars. The faint "whirr" of the fans create a white noise for the night shift guard. No one hardly visits this dusty old monument anymore when the new casino came in, and the people that do are either dumb to... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The ancient tree's branches drooped, creating a sanctuary against the merciless pounding of the rain. The small pond rippled as the wind blew across the ground, stirring the bundle of rags that lay at the foot of the tree.
"Are you alright sir?" The voice broke the silence, scaring off the ravens nesting in the tree.... | The sharp kick to his ribs jerked him out of a deep sleep. The police officers’ words were lost to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the statue above him. The sunlight seemed to illuminate the kind and portly image of the Buddha. The officer was joined by another and the both of them regarded the man with disdain, onl... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Officer Shelby patrolled the park searching for belligerent drunks and touchy couples that didn’t know when to get out. His flashlight illuminated small patches of nature amidst the wall of blackness that surrounded him and his boots clacked out a steady rhythm that was lost in the still night air as he shivered at the... | The sharp kick to his ribs jerked him out of a deep sleep. The police officers’ words were lost to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the statue above him. The sunlight seemed to illuminate the kind and portly image of the Buddha. The officer was joined by another and the both of them regarded the man with disdain, onl... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Officer Shelby patrolled the park searching for belligerent drunks and touchy couples that didn’t know when to get out. His flashlight illuminated small patches of nature amidst the wall of blackness that surrounded him and his boots clacked out a steady rhythm that was lost in the still night air as he shivered at the... | "Come oon! there are park benches and street corners for thelikes of you!" the god started out of his reverie and with a vague feeling of confusion turned his massive attention toward the mortal man. he seemed to have a great deal of energy. "Don't you have any respect?! Our ANCESTORS built this thing did you know? its... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | "Look mister, you can't sleep here."
The officer was trying to be civil. Or at least, more civil than most. There had been complaints. The chief gave the orders. But did he really have to bother this poor old man?
I mean, if a man can't sleep on the stoop of a church, where can he sleep?
The old man grumbled as he r... | "Come oon! there are park benches and street corners for thelikes of you!" the god started out of his reverie and with a vague feeling of confusion turned his massive attention toward the mortal man. he seemed to have a great deal of energy. "Don't you have any respect?! Our ANCESTORS built this thing did you know? its... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The old man had been hanging around the memorial for weeks now. Usually he sat and slept under the main plaque that read TEMPLE OF KOROMAE, GOD OF MERCY. His clothes were the recently-out-of-fashion outfit of a vest and skirt. They were tattered and dirty, flowing over the homeless man’s thin body. His long gray hair ... | "Come oon! there are park benches and street corners for thelikes of you!" the god started out of his reverie and with a vague feeling of confusion turned his massive attention toward the mortal man. he seemed to have a great deal of energy. "Don't you have any respect?! Our ANCESTORS built this thing did you know? its... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | It was, thought Mael, rather ironic. Here he was, the Elder God of the seas, drowning. And on dry land no less.
"Did I stutter?"
A slight frown crossed Mael's face as he readjusted himself. A filthy elbow slowly made its way down to the park bench, allowing Mael prop himself up to better examine the City Defen... | "Come oon! there are park benches and street corners for thelikes of you!" the god started out of his reverie and with a vague feeling of confusion turned his massive attention toward the mortal man. he seemed to have a great deal of energy. "Don't you have any respect?! Our ANCESTORS built this thing did you know? its... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Izanagi just sighed as she enjoyed the brief drive. She had been in this small town in Hokkaido for all of three months and this was about the most interesting thing to have happened: some uppity businessmen whining about a vagrant squatting on their new development lot.
The development was a ways out of the town prop... | "Come oon! there are park benches and street corners for thelikes of you!" the god started out of his reverie and with a vague feeling of confusion turned his massive attention toward the mortal man. he seemed to have a great deal of energy. "Don't you have any respect?! Our ANCESTORS built this thing did you know? its... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Officer Shelby patrolled the park searching for belligerent drunks and touchy couples that didn’t know when to get out. His flashlight illuminated small patches of nature amidst the wall of blackness that surrounded him and his boots clacked out a steady rhythm that was lost in the still night air as he shivered at the... | 8/14: It's been a week since I've been stationed here to "keep the peace". From everything I've seen so far, it's unlikely anything will ever happen in a small and isolated town like this. This town has so few residents that it's impossible for the entire population not to know about it! It's actually kind of nice out ... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | It was, thought Mael, rather ironic. Here he was, the Elder God of the seas, drowning. And on dry land no less.
"Did I stutter?"
A slight frown crossed Mael's face as he readjusted himself. A filthy elbow slowly made its way down to the park bench, allowing Mael prop himself up to better examine the City Defen... | 8/14: It's been a week since I've been stationed here to "keep the peace". From everything I've seen so far, it's unlikely anything will ever happen in a small and isolated town like this. This town has so few residents that it's impossible for the entire population not to know about it! It's actually kind of nice out ... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | It was, thought Mael, rather ironic. Here he was, the Elder God of the seas, drowning. And on dry land no less.
"Did I stutter?"
A slight frown crossed Mael's face as he readjusted himself. A filthy elbow slowly made its way down to the park bench, allowing Mael prop himself up to better examine the City Defen... | "Look mister, you can't sleep here."
The officer was trying to be civil. Or at least, more civil than most. There had been complaints. The chief gave the orders. But did he really have to bother this poor old man?
I mean, if a man can't sleep on the stoop of a church, where can he sleep?
The old man grumbled as he r... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | It was, thought Mael, rather ironic. Here he was, the Elder God of the seas, drowning. And on dry land no less.
"Did I stutter?"
A slight frown crossed Mael's face as he readjusted himself. A filthy elbow slowly made its way down to the park bench, allowing Mael prop himself up to better examine the City Defen... | The old man had been hanging around the memorial for weeks now. Usually he sat and slept under the main plaque that read TEMPLE OF KOROMAE, GOD OF MERCY. His clothes were the recently-out-of-fashion outfit of a vest and skirt. They were tattered and dirty, flowing over the homeless man’s thin body. His long gray hair ... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Izanagi just sighed as she enjoyed the brief drive. She had been in this small town in Hokkaido for all of three months and this was about the most interesting thing to have happened: some uppity businessmen whining about a vagrant squatting on their new development lot.
The development was a ways out of the town prop... | The old man had been hanging around the memorial for weeks now. Usually he sat and slept under the main plaque that read TEMPLE OF KOROMAE, GOD OF MERCY. His clothes were the recently-out-of-fashion outfit of a vest and skirt. They were tattered and dirty, flowing over the homeless man’s thin body. His long gray hair ... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | The man chuckled as he saw the police officer approaching him.
"Sir, we are going to have to ask you to leave, this site is not currently open to the public."
The man stared up at the officer with eyes that seemed to have seen more than any human could comprehend.
"My child, what makes you think I am a member of the ... | Rough fingers brushed weathered stone, carefully feeling out each time-earned bump and mound. He could still feel each etched rune… or, at least, he *remembered* feeling them. They were gone now, long gone… too gone. The man’s once-proud visage drew close together in a frown. How long had he slept? They had promis... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Guard duty.
My cousins are out slaying dragons and what do I get? Guard duty.
Don't think I have no love for Talos, he has kept me safe in battle for many years, but damn if it isn't dull.
Whiterun is a great town, and being at the center of Skyrim is great for commerce, we have all sorts come here, but it's mostly ... | Rough fingers brushed weathered stone, carefully feeling out each time-earned bump and mound. He could still feel each etched rune… or, at least, he *remembered* feeling them. They were gone now, long gone… too gone. The man’s once-proud visage drew close together in a frown. How long had he slept? They had promis... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Guard duty.
My cousins are out slaying dragons and what do I get? Guard duty.
Don't think I have no love for Talos, he has kept me safe in battle for many years, but damn if it isn't dull.
Whiterun is a great town, and being at the center of Skyrim is great for commerce, we have all sorts come here, but it's mostly ... | The man chuckled as he saw the police officer approaching him.
"Sir, we are going to have to ask you to leave, this site is not currently open to the public."
The man stared up at the officer with eyes that seemed to have seen more than any human could comprehend.
"My child, what makes you think I am a member of the ... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | Guard duty.
My cousins are out slaying dragons and what do I get? Guard duty.
Don't think I have no love for Talos, he has kept me safe in battle for many years, but damn if it isn't dull.
Whiterun is a great town, and being at the center of Skyrim is great for commerce, we have all sorts come here, but it's mostly ... | "Oh God, mother. He **touched** me! Ew!" The little girl's shriek echoed off the walls of the decripit stone building. "Make him go **away**, mother!"
The little girl's mother looked on in a mixture of shock and disgust. A homeless man stood near her daughter, reeking of urine and desperation. His unkempt beard,... | |
[WP] The homeless man being harassed by police for sleeping at an historical site is actually the god the site was originally built for. | "Hey, you there!" The yell of the guard echoed through the fog and disappeared over the sea.
She tried to cower even more lowly, but the cone of light from the guard's flashlight was following her every move.
"No sudden moves!" the man hissed. Very slowly he came closer. Keeping his flashlight and his gun pointed a... | "Oh God, mother. He **touched** me! Ew!" The little girl's shriek echoed off the walls of the decripit stone building. "Make him go **away**, mother!"
The little girl's mother looked on in a mixture of shock and disgust. A homeless man stood near her daughter, reeking of urine and desperation. His unkempt beard,... | |
[WP] Spending millennia collecting his dream team of lawyers, Satan meets up with the underwhelming legal team God has in heaven to discuss his pending defamation of character suit. | "And so you can see that there is incontrovertible proof that I have been defamed," Satan shouted out to the courtroom.
It had been thousands of years. He had collected the souls of many over the millennia, and there was always plenty of lawyers. Only politicians and, to many people’s surprise, religious leaders, were... | “Let's get started,” boomed the voice from the mass of storm clouds.
The collected herd of lawyers nervously glanced around, eyes flitting back and forth the two figures facing each other at the conference table. Across from the clouds was a well dressed gentlemen with porcelain skin and hair, sporting a dark red sui... | |
[WP]You've found the cure for Alzheimer's. Unfortunately, it's... | poison. Nobody believed the reports when they first came out, low doses of cyanide helped remedy and cure Alzheimer's in rats, then pigs, then in rhesus monkeys. When the product finally made its way into human testing there was backlash, millions of people came forward saying that it was wrong to be injecting poison i... | Dan laid there, clutching to cold hard porcelain. It’s the fifth time today and I’m getting dehydrated.
Dan is in disbelief that’s he’s been doing this for about 3 months now. Still not used to it. The fact that Dan can remember at all is a miracle.
Still undecided if it’s better to let nature take its’ course bec... | |
[WP] Describe something harmless in the most hardcore/metal way possible. | KILLED BY A METEOR
CRUSHED BY THE EARTH
MY BLOOD HAS TURNED BLACK
DEATH GIVES ME MY WORTH
SEALED IN A PRISON
I CROSS THE COLD SEA
A COLD SHIP'S BERTH
CAPITALIST ECSTASY
SOLD BY THE GALLON
I EXPLODE, BERSERK,
SO SOME CHUCKLEFUCK
CAN DRIVE HIS HONDA TO WORK
GASOLIIIIINE
(guitar solo) | I gasp deeply for breath one last time. Fighting to breathe my face is in pain. My whole body is convulsing as I wait for the end.
Finally I reach a moment of calm as the end approaches. I accept the inevitable as I feel every muscle contract once more before the release.
Achooooooo! | |
[WP] Describe something harmless in the most hardcore/metal way possible. | KILLED BY A METEOR
CRUSHED BY THE EARTH
MY BLOOD HAS TURNED BLACK
DEATH GIVES ME MY WORTH
SEALED IN A PRISON
I CROSS THE COLD SEA
A COLD SHIP'S BERTH
CAPITALIST ECSTASY
SOLD BY THE GALLON
I EXPLODE, BERSERK,
SO SOME CHUCKLEFUCK
CAN DRIVE HIS HONDA TO WORK
GASOLIIIIINE
(guitar solo) | The mark of sharp teeth is that you feel no pain when you are bitten. The cut tears through your skin so quick that the nerves don't register any change. Your only chance of noticing the wounds these demons inflict on you is when you look down and see your own blood.
Their teeth are not their only weapons. They also p... | |
ITT: people having difficulty telling apart platonic love ans suppressed lust. | [WP]: Write the deepest, most passionate confession of platonic love | I love the way you pull my pants down… from the ceiling fan after the party last night got out of hand
Your eyes glisten in the soft flickering light of the camp fire as you tell me… “Bro, you’ve drank too much”
Your hands feel so powerful when they rub my back… and I vomit up the dirty thirty of Natty Ice we chugged... | "I love you for you were, who you are, and who you will be. I trust in you and would follow you down any road no matter how fear my strike at me or how my mind my plead for me to leave. I love you, I love all of you. I love any sort of imperfection you think you posses and am sorry to say that I would never have them c... |
[WP] After 200 years of self-driving cars the first car accident occurs. | **The sound was deafening.**
At least, that's what they told me when I asked. Apparently a few even thought the Sheeyen were attacking again. Absurd. There hadn't been a Sheeyen attack in over 50 years. Then again there hadn't been a motor vehicle collision in over 200 years, so maybe I should be a bit more under... | Detective Michael "Mickey" Bleachtaire's phone goes off. He checks the notification for his next call. Car accident? Ugh, really? What bullshit. He gets on the viewscreen with dispatch.
"Are you sure the call came in right?" Mickey asked with an annoyed tone. "It wasn't a prank call was it?"
The dispatcher pulls up his... | |
[WP] A teenager gets her first job, an overnight shift at a 7-11, and doesn't meet any vampires, werewolves or angels. Instead, she starts to see some things about the adult world that had been hidden from her and undermine her ideas about what it means to be grown-up. | If anything, Sophia was a diligent planner. And after listening to Distinct Symmetry's debut album, she planned on definitely seeing them live. The only problem was the tickets were not going to buy themselves. Plus, at sixteen it was time for her to get a job anyway. The way her father and mother complained about gas ... | Even in the span of her first week, Jessica had begun to notice a pattern. The people that came in to her 7-11 during the overnight shift needed one of two things: beer or cigarettes. More often than not it was both. Their bloodshot eyes sunken beneath heavy bags bore into her soul.
It had begun to take its toll; last... | |
[WP] 13 years ago, your mother died in the World Trade Center during 9/11. Today you see her at the grocery store with two small children you've never seen before. | I looked over the milk, checking the expiration date. I don't know why I bother to check, it's not going to last long enough for me to even use half. I mentally scolded myself for wasting the $5 on a the jug that will just sit in my refrigerator and sour.
Not looking where I was going, I bumped into a small, solid ... | Something curious happened last week. I still can't shake it off, and it's been nagging at me.
I was at the store with my friend Peter a few days ago, trying to plan on what cake to buy for my birthday party coming up. After a few minutes, we decided on a large sheet cake that had all kinds of berries on it. We l... | |
[WP] 13 years ago, your mother died in the World Trade Center during 9/11. Today you see her at the grocery store with two small children you've never seen before. |
She stood there, head down, casually browsing the bright red Gala apples as two children, both somewhere between 3 and 5 played a loud game in the shopping cart. I can't say what made me want to see her face. She was just a woman with children in a grocery full of women and children. I stood there, trying to figure ou... | Something curious happened last week. I still can't shake it off, and it's been nagging at me.
I was at the store with my friend Peter a few days ago, trying to plan on what cake to buy for my birthday party coming up. After a few minutes, we decided on a large sheet cake that had all kinds of berries on it. We l... | |
[WP] 13 years ago, your mother died in the World Trade Center during 9/11. Today you see her at the grocery store with two small children you've never seen before. | "M...Mom? Is that you?"
She turned her head, blue eyes sparkling, a smile on her face. Then she saw me, and her smile fell, her eyes dulled, and she looked... Tired. A young girl tugged lightly at her shirt, begging for attention, but she didn't move.
"Hello, Robert. It's been a while." She said, tilting her head to ... | Something curious happened last week. I still can't shake it off, and it's been nagging at me.
I was at the store with my friend Peter a few days ago, trying to plan on what cake to buy for my birthday party coming up. After a few minutes, we decided on a large sheet cake that had all kinds of berries on it. We l... | |
[WP] 13 years ago, your mother died in the World Trade Center during 9/11. Today you see her at the grocery store with two small children you've never seen before. | Milk, check. Bread, check. Eggs, a box of six for £1.
Laying the little cardboard box of eggs into my basket, I head towards the self-checkout. I feel a small pang of disappointment in my chest - I know that I should be making an effort to talk to people, even if it's only the person behind the till. But I continue o... | Something curious happened last week. I still can't shake it off, and it's been nagging at me.
I was at the store with my friend Peter a few days ago, trying to plan on what cake to buy for my birthday party coming up. After a few minutes, we decided on a large sheet cake that had all kinds of berries on it. We l... | |
[WP] 13 years ago, your mother died in the World Trade Center during 9/11. Today you see her at the grocery store with two small children you've never seen before. | I looked over the milk, checking the expiration date. I don't know why I bother to check, it's not going to last long enough for me to even use half. I mentally scolded myself for wasting the $5 on a the jug that will just sit in my refrigerator and sour.
Not looking where I was going, I bumped into a small, solid ... | Excitement was filling the room on that early September morning. Our teacher had been reading ‘Where the Red Fern Grows’ every morning when we got to school, and yesterday, she had gotten to a really tense point in the novel. The classroom was buzzing with conversation, while I sat there lightly running the tip of my p... | |
[WP] 13 years ago, your mother died in the World Trade Center during 9/11. Today you see her at the grocery store with two small children you've never seen before. |
She stood there, head down, casually browsing the bright red Gala apples as two children, both somewhere between 3 and 5 played a loud game in the shopping cart. I can't say what made me want to see her face. She was just a woman with children in a grocery full of women and children. I stood there, trying to figure ou... | Excitement was filling the room on that early September morning. Our teacher had been reading ‘Where the Red Fern Grows’ every morning when we got to school, and yesterday, she had gotten to a really tense point in the novel. The classroom was buzzing with conversation, while I sat there lightly running the tip of my p... | |
[WP] 13 years ago, your mother died in the World Trade Center during 9/11. Today you see her at the grocery store with two small children you've never seen before. | "M...Mom? Is that you?"
She turned her head, blue eyes sparkling, a smile on her face. Then she saw me, and her smile fell, her eyes dulled, and she looked... Tired. A young girl tugged lightly at her shirt, begging for attention, but she didn't move.
"Hello, Robert. It's been a while." She said, tilting her head to ... | Excitement was filling the room on that early September morning. Our teacher had been reading ‘Where the Red Fern Grows’ every morning when we got to school, and yesterday, she had gotten to a really tense point in the novel. The classroom was buzzing with conversation, while I sat there lightly running the tip of my p... | |
[WP] 13 years ago, your mother died in the World Trade Center during 9/11. Today you see her at the grocery store with two small children you've never seen before. | "M...Mom? Is that you?"
She turned her head, blue eyes sparkling, a smile on her face. Then she saw me, and her smile fell, her eyes dulled, and she looked... Tired. A young girl tugged lightly at her shirt, begging for attention, but she didn't move.
"Hello, Robert. It's been a while." She said, tilting her head to ... |
She stood there, head down, casually browsing the bright red Gala apples as two children, both somewhere between 3 and 5 played a loud game in the shopping cart. I can't say what made me want to see her face. She was just a woman with children in a grocery full of women and children. I stood there, trying to figure ou... | |
[WP] 13 years ago, your mother died in the World Trade Center during 9/11. Today you see her at the grocery store with two small children you've never seen before. | Milk, check. Bread, check. Eggs, a box of six for £1.
Laying the little cardboard box of eggs into my basket, I head towards the self-checkout. I feel a small pang of disappointment in my chest - I know that I should be making an effort to talk to people, even if it's only the person behind the till. But I continue o... | “September 6th...Less than a week from September 11th. It’s been 13 years since that day. My mom was up there in the WTC. Now I’ve gotten over the pain I felt for years. Well, not gotten over but it’s easier to cope now. It’s interesting how we can just carry on our lives like normal after someone close to us dies. It ... | |
[WP] Ten years after they graduated high school, the bully and his victim meet. The bully attempts a genuine apology. | *Here he lays. The cold son of a bitch named James.*
Connor barely comprehends whats going on. The entire funeral has been a blur to him. The faint smell of roses resonates in his head. He cannot understand why all these people are here for James. He doesnt want to understand how anyone could love him. The man who to... | I'm Larry Schmidt, a thirty years old and unemployed. I live in my parents couch and drink beer all day. I have been feeling a lot of back pain, so I went to the free clinic. . . Let's just cut to the chase, I was referred to many different specialists and they found that I have a malignant tumor and I need treatment.
... | |
[WP] The detective looked at the evidence. A naked body. A block of cheese. The passenger door from a Volvo. Two gold teeth. And a Led Zeppelin album. It all fit so perfectly. He knew who did it. | The detective knelt down next to the body illuminated by the headlights of his squad-car. He reached out and put two fingers around the wrist, searching for a pulse. There was none. He examined the rest of the crime scene: cheese, the door from a '03 Volvo S60, a jaw fragment containing two gold molar crowns, and Le... | "Our killer was a Swede. Our victim was English. The killer's probably an older man. Be on the lookout."
"How do you know?"
"Well, let's examine the details. The body is naked. Just like the show Dating Naked. And what's the date?"
"The fifth?"
"Exactly. A fifth of Jack. Monterey Jack. With bitemarks on it. From th... | |
[WP] The detective looked at the evidence. A naked body. A block of cheese. The passenger door from a Volvo. Two gold teeth. And a Led Zeppelin album. It all fit so perfectly. He knew who did it. | The detective looked at the evidence. A naked body. A block of cheese. The passenger door from a Volvo. Two gold teeth. And a Led Zeppelin album. It all fit so perfectly.
"I know who did it."
"But how sir? this evidence makes no sense."
"Isn't it obvious? It's James Habb, known to carry a block of cheese, a passeng... | – Steve, open up!
– Go away!
– Hey, we're very worried, there's someone named Mr. Simon, a detective who wants to talk to you.
– Miss, пожалуйста, if you allow me to take it from here... Sir, it is a friendly visit and totally off the record. Also, I've got something that belongs to you.
– I know of no records and ... | |
[WP] The detective looked at the evidence. A naked body. A block of cheese. The passenger door from a Volvo. Two gold teeth. And a Led Zeppelin album. It all fit so perfectly. He knew who did it. | The detective's heart sank as he ascended the subway stairs. On each stair, another message, a sick clue left by the murderer. And there, just before the stairs hit street level, in the green glow of the Seven-Eleven sign beyond, lay the naked body of another victim.
"Talk to me" he barked to the officer on the scene.... | – Steve, open up!
– Go away!
– Hey, we're very worried, there's someone named Mr. Simon, a detective who wants to talk to you.
– Miss, пожалуйста, if you allow me to take it from here... Sir, it is a friendly visit and totally off the record. Also, I've got something that belongs to you.
– I know of no records and ... | |
[WP] You disowned your mother for over a decade, due to mental abuse. She calls you on her birthday, still mean as ever, claiming fatal sickness | I heard the phone ringing and paused the game, grumbling a little. I picked up my phone, answered it, "Hello?"
A voice I hadn't heard in years spilled out of the speaker, "David, honey, how are you?"
My face contorted with barely suppressed rage, "A little worse now. What do you want, mother?"
"David, don't be cru... | "I haven't talked to you in years and you decide to call me today, because it ls your birthday?" Johnny said with a deep sigh.
"It more than just my birthday, if you've ever cared to call or come around you'd know a little more" Johnny's mom scoffed as sarcastically as ever.
"I see you're still bitter as always" the... | |
[WP] You disowned your mother for over a decade, due to mental abuse. She calls you on her birthday, still mean as ever, claiming fatal sickness | The trill of the ancient phone echoed through the house, jarring Leonard awake. He stumbled down stairs in a half awake daze, cursing as he rolled his ankle. Limping over to the telephone, he lifted the handset from receiver.
"Hello?"
"Leonard. It's your mother. We need to talk."
"I have nothing to say to you, Caro... | "I haven't talked to you in years and you decide to call me today, because it ls your birthday?" Johnny said with a deep sigh.
"It more than just my birthday, if you've ever cared to call or come around you'd know a little more" Johnny's mom scoffed as sarcastically as ever.
"I see you're still bitter as always" the... | |
[WP] You disowned your mother for over a decade, due to mental abuse. She calls you on her birthday, still mean as ever, claiming fatal sickness | I heard the phone ringing and paused the game, grumbling a little. I picked up my phone, answered it, "Hello?"
A voice I hadn't heard in years spilled out of the speaker, "David, honey, how are you?"
My face contorted with barely suppressed rage, "A little worse now. What do you want, mother?"
"David, don't be cru... | John stared at the hand in his phone
“Hello, John? Don’t you hang up on me, I just want to wish you a happy birthday” A woman’s voice screeched. The words were heartfelt, but she managed to find a way to make them insulting. John felt numb and for a moment had trouble differentiating between his hand and the black c... | |
[WP] You disowned your mother for over a decade, due to mental abuse. She calls you on her birthday, still mean as ever, claiming fatal sickness | I heard the phone ringing and paused the game, grumbling a little. I picked up my phone, answered it, "Hello?"
A voice I hadn't heard in years spilled out of the speaker, "David, honey, how are you?"
My face contorted with barely suppressed rage, "A little worse now. What do you want, mother?"
"David, don't be cru... | Mom called yesterday.
She told me she's dying.
I don't know how she got my number, nor do I care. She isn't leaving me anything in her will.
Perfect.
The sooner she dies the better.
As long as I don't have to talk to her anymore.
| |
[WP] "Passengers this isn't your captain speaking." | NSFW LANGUAGE WARNING:
"...that's right. just like TV, just like 9/11, this is a hostage situation, anyone who makes a sound or gets up from their seat will be shot and killed".
A hushed murmur traveled through the passengers like a burst of quick wind.
"I FUCKING MEAN IT! I WILL BLOW THE FUCK OUT OF THIS P... | Timothy looked over the edge of his newspaper at the tall and slim young man that was walking down the aisle towards him. The kid looked to be mid-twenties. He had brown disheveled hair and his orange t-shirt hung on him like a sheet over a pole. His jeans were black, and his left shoelace was untied.
The two men mad... | |
[WP] "Passengers this isn't your captain speaking." | But you shouldn't feel concerned. In fact, I'm more familiar with the Boeing 797 than your captain is.
Have any of you actually noticed that you're presently aboard a brand-new Boeing 797? I'm quite surprised that the captain didn't announce this. The flight attendant did tell you to look at the manual in the seat ... | Timothy looked over the edge of his newspaper at the tall and slim young man that was walking down the aisle towards him. The kid looked to be mid-twenties. He had brown disheveled hair and his orange t-shirt hung on him like a sheet over a pole. His jeans were black, and his left shoelace was untied.
The two men mad... | |
[WP] "Passengers this isn't your captain speaking." | But you shouldn't feel concerned. In fact, I'm more familiar with the Boeing 797 than your captain is.
Have any of you actually noticed that you're presently aboard a brand-new Boeing 797? I'm quite surprised that the captain didn't announce this. The flight attendant did tell you to look at the manual in the seat ... | NSFW LANGUAGE WARNING:
"...that's right. just like TV, just like 9/11, this is a hostage situation, anyone who makes a sound or gets up from their seat will be shot and killed".
A hushed murmur traveled through the passengers like a burst of quick wind.
"I FUCKING MEAN IT! I WILL BLOW THE FUCK OUT OF THIS P... | |
[WP] "Passengers this isn't your captain speaking." | But you shouldn't feel concerned. In fact, I'm more familiar with the Boeing 797 than your captain is.
Have any of you actually noticed that you're presently aboard a brand-new Boeing 797? I'm quite surprised that the captain didn't announce this. The flight attendant did tell you to look at the manual in the seat ... | "... This is Asthon Kutcher, and you've just been PUNK'D!"
Some of the passengers laughed while others looked for around for some reassurance. The laughter died down and resumed into a light chatter. A few noticed that the intercom had not been turned off yet as it was still emitting a slight buzz, indicating that the... | |
[WP] An otherwise well-adjusted person grows up in society confusing the word "Asian" with "Assassin". | "What's wrong?"
"What?"
"You're all nervous," she said.
"Oh, sorry." He shifted in the seat, unrolled the napkin from the silverware, placed it on his lap.
"You weren't like this when you asked me out, you know."
"Yeah, I guess I wasn't." He looked around, trying to guess corners and potential hiding places. Or wo... | Math class is fucking scary. Why are these people allowed in our school system, why is everyone so cool about it? I hate being called a racist with so much death around oh god oh god panic attack help. HELP.
The school nurse is an assasian, I must leave before they grab me. I run out of the classroom and almost trip, ... | |
[WP] An otherwise well-adjusted person grows up in society confusing the word "Asian" with "Assassin". | Alta, Utah was a great place to grow up. Plenty of space, plenty of friends, plenty of Christ, and not an Asian in sight. The population was small, but it was all non-lethal, which was nice. The first time I saw one of *them* I was 19 and it was my second semester at the University of Utah.
Honestly, it was my fi... | Math class is fucking scary. Why are these people allowed in our school system, why is everyone so cool about it? I hate being called a racist with so much death around oh god oh god panic attack help. HELP.
The school nurse is an assasian, I must leave before they grab me. I run out of the classroom and almost trip, ... | |
[WP] An otherwise well-adjusted person grows up in society confusing the word "Asian" with "Assassin". | The man pounded on Jim's car window, interrupting his lunch. Jim partially welcomed the distraction from his terrible sandwich, but was also quite irritated at the prospect of interacting with another human being. The parking lot was empty, and despite his inclination Jim lowered his window, deciding he may try being a... | Math class is fucking scary. Why are these people allowed in our school system, why is everyone so cool about it? I hate being called a racist with so much death around oh god oh god panic attack help. HELP.
The school nurse is an assasian, I must leave before they grab me. I run out of the classroom and almost trip, ... | |
[WP] An otherwise well-adjusted person grows up in society confusing the word "Asian" with "Assassin". | Conference room was filled with an atmosphere of delight and occasional euphoria. Thomas pointed to the photograph of Acorn employees displayed on the projector screen. Laughters followed as Thomas made a joke that Walmart owners may attempt to hire contract killers to eliminate him before his more friendly, more "comm... | "Dude, I don't understand. How can you date an asian?
What do you mean, bro?
Seriously dude, how can you like asians at all? They're sick people. Bent in the mind.
Dude, what the hell are you going on about?
They killed JFK, Mike!
Who?
The Asians!!
No, they didn't... What? Even if they did, it's not like the who... | |
[WP] An otherwise well-adjusted person grows up in society confusing the word "Asian" with "Assassin". | Kim sat at the computer, exiting out of popup ads and moaning softly. A pop-up for a specific adult entertainment site appeared.
“Asians?” Kim said, “Why would anyone want to watch Asians doing it?”
Kim clicked.
Kim’s mouth dropped. They weren’t Asians, they were Assassins. Squinty eyes, stubby noses, light skin.... | "Dude, I don't understand. How can you date an asian?
What do you mean, bro?
Seriously dude, how can you like asians at all? They're sick people. Bent in the mind.
Dude, what the hell are you going on about?
They killed JFK, Mike!
Who?
The Asians!!
No, they didn't... What? Even if they did, it's not like the who... | |
[WP] In the year 2067, it is illegal for individuals to be exposed to the idea of religion until age 18. | I blew out my candles and smiled in the sudden darkness as my family and friends cheered.
"Happy birthday baby" my mother said, kissing me roughly on the cheek and hugging me until my insides felt like mush. Dad patted me on the back and smiled proudly.
I gazed at the eighteen melted candles and their pools of wax ... | I walk into Commencement hall, smiling. My father to my left, mother to my right. Today was the day I turned 18, I turn from child to adult. From the Zone to the World. The Zone was were I grew up, it was a pretty big place, full of kids of all different ages. Your parents lived with you, but when your only child turns... | |
[WP] In the year 2067, it is illegal for individuals to be exposed to the idea of religion until age 18. | "It seemed like a good idea. It was done with all the best intentions, as most colossal mistakes do."
I watched as grandpa dunked the match beneath the lip of his pipe, then shake it out. A great arm of the Milky Way waved at us in the night sky. I gave the telescope a gentle twist while sipping on coffee.
"The idea... | I walk into Commencement hall, smiling. My father to my left, mother to my right. Today was the day I turned 18, I turn from child to adult. From the Zone to the World. The Zone was were I grew up, it was a pretty big place, full of kids of all different ages. Your parents lived with you, but when your only child turns... | |
[WP] In the year 2067, it is illegal for individuals to be exposed to the idea of religion until age 18. | Here is a small, unsuspecting village deep in the countryside. To outsiders, it seems backward, like it remained constant for decades while the world changed around it. The central government cares little for areas like this. Its been ignored by every modernization effort, and to any outsiders, that is painfully clear.... | I walk into Commencement hall, smiling. My father to my left, mother to my right. Today was the day I turned 18, I turn from child to adult. From the Zone to the World. The Zone was were I grew up, it was a pretty big place, full of kids of all different ages. Your parents lived with you, but when your only child turns... | |
[WP] In the year 2067, it is illegal for individuals to be exposed to the idea of religion until age 18. | I blew out my candles and smiled in the sudden darkness as my family and friends cheered.
"Happy birthday baby" my mother said, kissing me roughly on the cheek and hugging me until my insides felt like mush. Dad patted me on the back and smiled proudly.
I gazed at the eighteen melted candles and their pools of wax ... | I remember religion, if you can even call it that anymore. The fading away that it underwent was unlike anything else that ever left human paradigm. It died slowly over the course of 10, maybe 15 years; the first to go were the 'Christians,' which was ass backwards since 2/3 of the world were 'infected,' as our world l... | |
[WP] In the year 2067, it is illegal for individuals to be exposed to the idea of religion until age 18. | I blew out my candles and smiled in the sudden darkness as my family and friends cheered.
"Happy birthday baby" my mother said, kissing me roughly on the cheek and hugging me until my insides felt like mush. Dad patted me on the back and smiled proudly.
I gazed at the eighteen melted candles and their pools of wax ... | Alexis sat down at her desk in the back of the classroom. She felt ugly and worthless and couldn't believe that she was so stupid to think that Tommy Spatsic would want to go to the 6th grade formal dance with her. Of course he would say yes to Prissy Priscilla Monketski, who wasn't even going to ask him until Alexis t... | |
[WP] In the year 2067, it is illegal for individuals to be exposed to the idea of religion until age 18. | I blew out my candles and smiled in the sudden darkness as my family and friends cheered.
"Happy birthday baby" my mother said, kissing me roughly on the cheek and hugging me until my insides felt like mush. Dad patted me on the back and smiled proudly.
I gazed at the eighteen melted candles and their pools of wax ... | 14.7.67 - I’m stuck, surrounded by crosses lit up only by that of the small, weak candle in the basement. Only to be let when I’m eighteen years old. Four more months, today, of living in this hell hole. Locked in the basement, where no prying eyes could see me, locked away from humanity. I’ve never attended school. My... | |
[WP] In the year 2067, it is illegal for individuals to be exposed to the idea of religion until age 18. | Here is a small, unsuspecting village deep in the countryside. To outsiders, it seems backward, like it remained constant for decades while the world changed around it. The central government cares little for areas like this. Its been ignored by every modernization effort, and to any outsiders, that is painfully clear.... | Patrick sneered slightly at the pork chop that rested on the plate in front him, almost daring him to eat it. But he couldn’t. It wouldn't be right. His mother was looking at him, he knew. This was the third time she'd served pork this week. She had to be on to him, there was no other explanation. She might have begun ... | |
[WP] In the year 2067, it is illegal for individuals to be exposed to the idea of religion until age 18. | Here is a small, unsuspecting village deep in the countryside. To outsiders, it seems backward, like it remained constant for decades while the world changed around it. The central government cares little for areas like this. Its been ignored by every modernization effort, and to any outsiders, that is painfully clear.... | "It seemed like a good idea. It was done with all the best intentions, as most colossal mistakes do."
I watched as grandpa dunked the match beneath the lip of his pipe, then shake it out. A great arm of the Milky Way waved at us in the night sky. I gave the telescope a gentle twist while sipping on coffee.
"The idea... | |
[WP] Mother Nature assumes her bodily form and takes a one year trip around the world. Share an entry from her journal. | **Mother Nature, Cause For Concern**
My morning routine is very simple.
It's the routine of every human being round the world.
First, I put on my black birds.
I dangle them from powerlines, I mount them on headstones, festoon hedges and siding poplars with their jeweled eyes.
Blackbirds, rooks, ravens, crows... | **Mark: 1,658,198,683,182 (~4,539,999,926.6R)**
-*Rain Forests*: Dying, yet still alive. Rain will eventually succumb to acidic levels too high.
+Estimated time until pH of 0: 23,740.73 (65R).
-*Deserts*: Still deserted save for appropriate wildlife. Continued pollution estimated to increase. Increasing hea... | |
[WP] Mother Nature assumes her bodily form and takes a one year trip around the world. Share an entry from her journal. | **Mother Nature, Cause For Concern**
My morning routine is very simple.
It's the routine of every human being round the world.
First, I put on my black birds.
I dangle them from powerlines, I mount them on headstones, festoon hedges and siding poplars with their jeweled eyes.
Blackbirds, rooks, ravens, crows... | "I awoke in a strange place, not entirely sure how long I had slept. There used to be trees here, thousands and thousands of them. I would walk among them for months, the forests were endless. The grass sang, the trees waved, the animals all said hello as I passed. At night I could pick out every star in the sky, I ... | |
[WP] Write the monologue of a sociopath. | Nothing that I did was wrong. In order to simply move past the subject of my indiscretion I employed the remorseful routine that I've crafted over the years into a fine piece of performance art. Again, I did nothing wrong. Years ago I memorized the pointless rules of social interaction that must be followed in order to... | I am well suited for the emergency department. I don't give a shit about any of these disgusting people. I detest their decaying skin that peels and flakes like a Birch in the spring . Repulsed by the stench of their diminishing capacities. Hateful of their entitled neediness. Sickened by their decrepitness. This is a ... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | Waldo pushed his way through the crowd trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible while wearing a goofy hat and striped shirt. The blistering heat from the sun beat down on his back as he looked for the bag his accomplice had left for him at the drop spot. Waldo thought to himself why this all had to take place out in... | The twig-like young man sat silenty in the darkness. He held his breath, and let the air seep through his nostrils, slowly-- slower than his own heartbeat, for even a slip through, would mean it was over. His body scrunched against itself, his nape against the block behind him.
A subtle pair of clops rustled by his ea... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | Vincent's sword caught the trident. It inches acolyte's spine. Wulfgar's mace took the demon in its chest. It caved.
"Take it. Take it now." Vincent cried. He drove the point of his sword through the demon's throat. Demon blood sprayed. Wulfgar ripped his mace free, ripping spikes free of demon flesh. The acolyte hur... | The twig-like young man sat silenty in the darkness. He held his breath, and let the air seep through his nostrils, slowly-- slower than his own heartbeat, for even a slip through, would mean it was over. His body scrunched against itself, his nape against the block behind him.
A subtle pair of clops rustled by his ea... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | In the middle of a crowd, a lone man stands there trying to hide the discomfort of his latest antics. The busy hustle and bustle of the streets helped him blend in with the masses, but it seems like every time he thinks he's in the clear, someone spots him. As he glances back and forth among the people, he slowly reach... | The twig-like young man sat silenty in the darkness. He held his breath, and let the air seep through his nostrils, slowly-- slower than his own heartbeat, for even a slip through, would mean it was over. His body scrunched against itself, his nape against the block behind him.
A subtle pair of clops rustled by his ea... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | Waldo heard the humming sound of the charging laser at the last second. He had only enough time to glance at the bright red light.
"Oh Sh--"
Waldo evaporated instantaneously. The immense heat melted the nearby statues, a man in a green coat and the happy couple walking a Dog. Their wax construction weak to the imme... | The twig-like young man sat silenty in the darkness. He held his breath, and let the air seep through his nostrils, slowly-- slower than his own heartbeat, for even a slip through, would mean it was over. His body scrunched against itself, his nape against the block behind him.
A subtle pair of clops rustled by his ea... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | "Goddammit Waldo."
"What?"
"What are you wearing? You look ridiculous."
Waldo adjusted his beanie and looked down at his red and white striped sweater.
"Come on man they're just blue jeans."
"Very funny. With the glasses I'd even say you look creepy."
Max began walking down the stairs.
"Are you coming? They're w... | The twig-like young man sat silenty in the darkness. He held his breath, and let the air seep through his nostrils, slowly-- slower than his own heartbeat, for even a slip through, would mean it was over. His body scrunched against itself, his nape against the block behind him.
A subtle pair of clops rustled by his ea... |
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