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[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | No one ever asked "*How's* Waldo?"
In a feeble attempt to find himself, he lost himself.
Help Waldo help himself.
Find Waldo. | 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 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... | I had been asked to drop off a package for my boss. It was just a simple fucking package. Vanilla colored, padded, nothing suspicious about it at all. I got the directions from my GPS. The address was sent to me in an email. I didn't think anything of it. Why should I? I had done this sort of thing before...
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I ba... | |
[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... | I had been asked to drop off a package for my boss. It was just a simple fucking package. Vanilla colored, padded, nothing suspicious about it at all. I got the directions from my GPS. The address was sent to me in an email. I didn't think anything of it. Why should I? I had done this sort of thing before...
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I ba... | |
[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... | I had been asked to drop off a package for my boss. It was just a simple fucking package. Vanilla colored, padded, nothing suspicious about it at all. I got the directions from my GPS. The address was sent to me in an email. I didn't think anything of it. Why should I? I had done this sort of thing before...
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I ba... | |
[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... | I had been asked to drop off a package for my boss. It was just a simple fucking package. Vanilla colored, padded, nothing suspicious about it at all. I got the directions from my GPS. The address was sent to me in an email. I didn't think anything of it. Why should I? I had done this sort of thing before...
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I ba... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | No one ever asked "*How's* Waldo?"
In a feeble attempt to find himself, he lost himself.
Help Waldo help himself.
Find Waldo. | I had been asked to drop off a package for my boss. It was just a simple fucking package. Vanilla colored, padded, nothing suspicious about it at all. I got the directions from my GPS. The address was sent to me in an email. I didn't think anything of it. Why should I? I had done this sort of thing before...
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I ba... | |
[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... |
She sat across from me, tears streaming through her thick mascara, down her perfect cheeks. Even under the light of a bare light bulb she looked stunning. I hung my head, my beard scratching against the worn wool sweater.
“I don’t know what to tell you babe”.
She half laughed, half sobbed. I tried to look at her ag... | |
[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... |
She sat across from me, tears streaming through her thick mascara, down her perfect cheeks. Even under the light of a bare light bulb she looked stunning. I hung my head, my beard scratching against the worn wool sweater.
“I don’t know what to tell you babe”.
She half laughed, half sobbed. I tried to look at her ag... | |
[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... | Everybody always wants to know, '~~Where in the world is Carmen Santiago?~~ Where's Waldo?' Nobody ever bothered to ask me how I'm doing. They're not even the least bit curious why I'm hiding. Apparently, the first thing people think when they see me hopping from pirate ships to medieval castles is ask themselves where... | |
[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... | Everybody always wants to know, '~~Where in the world is Carmen Santiago?~~ Where's Waldo?' Nobody ever bothered to ask me how I'm doing. They're not even the least bit curious why I'm hiding. Apparently, the first thing people think when they see me hopping from pirate ships to medieval castles is ask themselves where... | |
[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... | *knock knock*
"Hello?"
"Excuse me, Mr Johnson, here's my agency card as ID; we're looking for gentlemen matching a certain profile - caucasian, 5'6"-5'8", slim body type, the details are quite specific and I won't go through them all - suffice it to say that you are a match."
"I haven't done anything, I'm very avera... | |
[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... | (please excuse the mistakes I could have made, my mother tongue being French)
It seems to me that I have been fleeing my whole life. But no, not so long, it is just that they are always behind me.
My name is Waldo S., agent of the NSA. I should say ex-agent but I’m still living as a spy. Even more than before now tha... | |
[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... | There’s no rational explanation at all. Waldo is perfectly aware of how crazy it would sound to say aloud, like the ramblings of someone driven insane with paranoia, and yet he can’t undo what he knows. It’s a knowledge that came to him without him really knowing how it came to him – something to know without truly kno... | |
[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... | There’s no rational explanation at all. Waldo is perfectly aware of how crazy it would sound to say aloud, like the ramblings of someone driven insane with paranoia, and yet he can’t undo what he knows. It’s a knowledge that came to him without him really knowing how it came to him – something to know without truly kno... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | No one ever asked "*How's* Waldo?"
In a feeble attempt to find himself, he lost himself.
Help Waldo help himself.
Find Waldo. | There’s no rational explanation at all. Waldo is perfectly aware of how crazy it would sound to say aloud, like the ramblings of someone driven insane with paranoia, and yet he can’t undo what he knows. It’s a knowledge that came to him without him really knowing how it came to him – something to know without truly kno... | |
[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... | 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... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | No one ever asked "*How's* Waldo?"
In a feeble attempt to find himself, he lost himself.
Help Waldo help himself.
Find Waldo. | 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... | |
[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... | Unfortunately, he had no idea.
It was a routine winter Thursday. Waldo, an average accountant at an average firm in Manhattan, left early because he had a dentist appointment. The drive was a little busy for a Thursday, but he left himself plenty of time to make it there and back home before rush hour. As he left his ... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | No one ever asked "*How's* Waldo?"
In a feeble attempt to find himself, he lost himself.
Help Waldo help himself.
Find Waldo. | Unfortunately, he had no idea.
It was a routine winter Thursday. Waldo, an average accountant at an average firm in Manhattan, left early because he had a dentist appointment. The drive was a little busy for a Thursday, but he left himself plenty of time to make it there and back home before rush hour. As he left his ... | |
[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... | "Where's Waldo?" asked the President. It was a simple question, direct with no ambiguity, but every man and woman in a suit or dress uniform presently seated around the Situation Room table squirmed in uncomfortable silence. The leader of the free world tapped his fingers against the rich mahogany wood of the long ov... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | No one ever asked "*How's* Waldo?"
In a feeble attempt to find himself, he lost himself.
Help Waldo help himself.
Find Waldo. | "Where's Waldo?" asked the President. It was a simple question, direct with no ambiguity, but every man and woman in a suit or dress uniform presently seated around the Situation Room table squirmed in uncomfortable silence. The leader of the free world tapped his fingers against the rich mahogany wood of the long ov... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | The sun hits its zenith as the man behind the sniper rifle sits up for a brief sip of water. Joseph Ricketzo, known as "Joey Rickets" to his friends, had worked the New York syndicate for the better part of two decades, but he'd never had an assignment this grueling. For the last several days, he'd been camped out on a... | "Where's Waldo?" asked the President. It was a simple question, direct with no ambiguity, but every man and woman in a suit or dress uniform presently seated around the Situation Room table squirmed in uncomfortable silence. The leader of the free world tapped his fingers against the rich mahogany wood of the long ov... | |
[WP] Why is Waldo hiding? | No one ever asked "*How's* Waldo?"
In a feeble attempt to find himself, he lost himself.
Help Waldo help himself.
Find Waldo. | "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... | |
[WP] After WWIII people have finally realised that war is a human necessity. Every 50 years countries form alliances and different factions declare war to each other. Mass destruction weapons are not allowed. The winners rule the world economy. | "Honey, can you pass me the War section?" Walter asked without looking up from the financial pages that he was currently ensconced in.
*War section? Oh, I'll pass you the War section alright* Missy thought as she handed him the paper. "Are we winning?"
"Hmmm" Walt sighed as he turned to the scores "Seems like the Au... | It turns out that war was the only solution that provided stability and preserved freedom. As populations grew, resources became stretched, the envionment neared collapsing. Attempts at forced population control measures only triggered revolutions, and governments were forced to implement draconian control measures t... | |
[WP] Humanity invents interstellar travel and discovers a planet with a less developed sentient species. Something is stopping them from progressing.... | "Coming up on the planet, sir."
"On screen."
It was a terrestrial blue planet, much like ours but different in its landmasses. No matter how many times I have come across habitable, terrestrial planets, I still can't help but feel breathless every time I see the calm, peaceful movement of a living planet as it turns ... | We exited slip-space completely blind. One of the disadvantages of post-relativistic travel was outrunning information; you can't know what's going to be waiting on the other side if you cross the river with 100 years to spare before its light would see the bank from which you began.
So we were alone, of course. Or so... | |
[WP] Humanity invents interstellar travel and discovers a planet with a less developed sentient species. Something is stopping them from progressing.... | It's a virus. No, it's not. It must be a fungus. The more active your brain is- It's a virus. I cannot think anymore, what is it? Do I call another researcher? I drank the water. I drank the water. I drank the water. I landed and I drank...? It is in my brain. The water? The virus. The fungus. Prion. What is fungus? My... | We exited slip-space completely blind. One of the disadvantages of post-relativistic travel was outrunning information; you can't know what's going to be waiting on the other side if you cross the river with 100 years to spare before its light would see the bank from which you began.
So we were alone, of course. Or so... | |
[WP] Humanity invents interstellar travel and discovers a planet with a less developed sentient species. Something is stopping them from progressing.... | -United Nations' Space Station, orbiting planet XV13-
"Sir! We've made contact!" Private Jenkins panted as he ran to bring the news to the general.
"What is it?" General Briggs boomed, "You better not be wasting my time, private!"
"We've made contact with an alien species! The big heads down on the surface of the p... | We exited slip-space completely blind. One of the disadvantages of post-relativistic travel was outrunning information; you can't know what's going to be waiting on the other side if you cross the river with 100 years to spare before its light would see the bank from which you began.
So we were alone, of course. Or so... | |
[WP] Humanity invents interstellar travel and discovers a planet with a less developed sentient species. Something is stopping them from progressing.... | It's a virus. No, it's not. It must be a fungus. The more active your brain is- It's a virus. I cannot think anymore, what is it? Do I call another researcher? I drank the water. I drank the water. I drank the water. I landed and I drank...? It is in my brain. The water? The virus. The fungus. Prion. What is fungus? My... | "Coming up on the planet, sir."
"On screen."
It was a terrestrial blue planet, much like ours but different in its landmasses. No matter how many times I have come across habitable, terrestrial planets, I still can't help but feel breathless every time I see the calm, peaceful movement of a living planet as it turns ... | |
[WP] Humanity invents interstellar travel and discovers a planet with a less developed sentient species. Something is stopping them from progressing.... | It's a virus. No, it's not. It must be a fungus. The more active your brain is- It's a virus. I cannot think anymore, what is it? Do I call another researcher? I drank the water. I drank the water. I drank the water. I landed and I drank...? It is in my brain. The water? The virus. The fungus. Prion. What is fungus? My... | "Sir! The satellite reached the orbit. It is in the right speed and according to our calculations, it should remain there" Lady Bogora, the iron lady of science brightened as she smiled enthusiastically "We have done it!"
"Inform the media, history is being written. We need to get the word out." The president ordered... | |
[WP] Humanity invents interstellar travel and discovers a planet with a less developed sentient species. Something is stopping them from progressing.... | -United Nations' Space Station, orbiting planet XV13-
"Sir! We've made contact!" Private Jenkins panted as he ran to bring the news to the general.
"What is it?" General Briggs boomed, "You better not be wasting my time, private!"
"We've made contact with an alien species! The big heads down on the surface of the p... | "Sir! The satellite reached the orbit. It is in the right speed and according to our calculations, it should remain there" Lady Bogora, the iron lady of science brightened as she smiled enthusiastically "We have done it!"
"Inform the media, history is being written. We need to get the word out." The president ordered... | |
[WP] Humanity invents interstellar travel and discovers a planet with a less developed sentient species. Something is stopping them from progressing.... | -United Nations' Space Station, orbiting planet XV13-
"Sir! We've made contact!" Private Jenkins panted as he ran to bring the news to the general.
"What is it?" General Briggs boomed, "You better not be wasting my time, private!"
"We've made contact with an alien species! The big heads down on the surface of the p... | "What do you mean they don't have a religion," Pastor Reynolds asked suddenly. The general gave him a smug look and chuckled. "The natives don't worship anything, not the Planet, not either of their suns, and certainly not some bearded man in the sky," He was enjoying it more than he should but the look on the pastor's... | |
[WP] "The thing most people don't know about me," said the President of the United States, "is that I slept my way to the top." | There is a good reason no one had ever seen the President's real bedroom.
One man, the only one he could trust with this kind of secret--he could know. He was ready. First, a phone call--
"Johnson?" The President of the United States of America asked, gravelly voice quiet, like it would cheat the tap on his phone lin... | "I admit it," Obama said as he saw the shocked audience. "I am a narcoleptic. I sometimes doze off randomly in the middle of..."
The sound of snoring could be heard as the president's head began to slump before a member of the Secret Service quickly ran over and caught Obama before he hit the ground. "Don't worry," th... | |
[WP] "The thing most people don't know about me," said the President of the United States, "is that I slept my way to the top." | There is a good reason no one had ever seen the President's real bedroom.
One man, the only one he could trust with this kind of secret--he could know. He was ready. First, a phone call--
"Johnson?" The President of the United States of America asked, gravelly voice quiet, like it would cheat the tap on his phone lin... | "I know many of you have raised questions about my education." The newly elected President stated. This was one of his first press conferences since his election and the Presidents somewhat unusual behavior and shady past "Many have questioned how someone with little to no education, who dropped out of college, was abl... | |
[WP] "The thing most people don't know about me," said the President of the United States, "is that I slept my way to the top." | "The thing most people don't know about me," said President George W. Bush, "is that I slept my way to the top."
"I was asleep during the first election, was sleep-inaugurated I reckon. Heck, I didn't even wake up that first year until Dicky nudged me with his boot and told me I had to go tell a goat story to ... | "I know many of you have raised questions about my education." The newly elected President stated. This was one of his first press conferences since his election and the Presidents somewhat unusual behavior and shady past "Many have questioned how someone with little to no education, who dropped out of college, was abl... | |
[WP] "The thing most people don't know about me," said the President of the United States, "is that I slept my way to the top." | "The thing most people don't know about me," said President George W. Bush, "is that I slept my way to the top."
"I was asleep during the first election, was sleep-inaugurated I reckon. Heck, I didn't even wake up that first year until Dicky nudged me with his boot and told me I had to go tell a goat story to ... | "The thing most people don't know about me," said the President of the United States, "is that I slept my way to the top."
Standing at her desk with a plastered smile as she prepared her speech for the presidential dinner, Hillary crumpled as she looked at Nancy's eyes rolling as she listened on the couch.
"Yeah, I d... | |
[WP] "The thing most people don't know about me," said the President of the United States, "is that I slept my way to the top." | “The thing most people don’t know about me,” Obama said, “is that I slept my way to the top.” He glanced over at Hillary and winked.
“I’m not so sure now is the best time,” Hillary said, pressing her palm to her forehead.
“Like hell it isn’t,” Obama said, taking a sip from the brown-bagged bottle in front of him. “N... | "The thing most people don't know about me," said the President of the United States, "is that I slept my way to the top."
Standing at her desk with a plastered smile as she prepared her speech for the presidential dinner, Hillary crumpled as she looked at Nancy's eyes rolling as she listened on the couch.
"Yeah, I d... | |
[WP] Your dad suddenly left and never came back, the only thing he left was a wooden box... with something extraordinary in it. | **Part One**
My father was a businessman.
Actually he was a collector, but he never liked to call what he did collecting. As part of his job, he would travel to some unknown destination for weeks on end.
During these times, I came to notice that my mother wasn't quite herself. When I was young, I'd sometimes slip ou... | My father left when I was twenty one, and he was forty seven. I was the last one out of the house, not including him; my two sisters having done their college thing and married. If it surprised my mother that my father left her after nearly thirty years of rock-solid marriage, she didn't show it. She gathered us at... | |
[WP] Your dad suddenly left and never came back, the only thing he left was a wooden box... with something extraordinary in it. | **Part One**
My father was a businessman.
Actually he was a collector, but he never liked to call what he did collecting. As part of his job, he would travel to some unknown destination for weeks on end.
During these times, I came to notice that my mother wasn't quite herself. When I was young, I'd sometimes slip ou... | I don't remember my father, I don't remember his face, or his arms holding me as I was a child.
I don't remember him feeding me.
I don't remember him leaving on my first day of school.
I don't remember him leaving me nothing but a wooden box.
I don't remember him teaching me to shave.
I don't remember him hel... | |
[WP] Your dad suddenly left and never came back, the only thing he left was a wooden box... with something extraordinary in it. | **Part One**
My father was a businessman.
Actually he was a collector, but he never liked to call what he did collecting. As part of his job, he would travel to some unknown destination for weeks on end.
During these times, I came to notice that my mother wasn't quite herself. When I was young, I'd sometimes slip ou... | One morning Dad went to the store,
Ten years have passed, I miss him more.
He kissed my as he headed out,
"Be good kiddo - see you scout."
He never sent a birthday card,
Something in my soul is scarred,
And all I have is a wooden box,
It stays shut, though it has no locks.
Inside I store my memories ... | |
[WP] When you die, the amount of good and bad deeds you have committed is calculated and you are placed respectively in heaven and hell. Unfortunately for you, you have committed an equal amount of good and bad deeds and have caused quite a bit of trouble amongst the gate keepers. | EDIT: Sorry, didn't notice the prompt specified first person.
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"What do you mean they're equal? Weigh them again!"
"I've weighed them five times boss. Definitely equal."
The angel manning the scales of judgment had called his supervisor after taking the first four measurements. This, he decided, was beyond h... | Awake!
I had always imagined the waiting room after death would be blindingly white, or at least bright white in color. Alas, this waiting room seemed more like the one at the Planned Parenthood clinic on 5th and Broadway. Featuring dingy carpets, stained walls, a creaky fan and a sour old woman reading a 14 year ol... | |
[WP] When you die, the amount of good and bad deeds you have committed is calculated and you are placed respectively in heaven and hell. Unfortunately for you, you have committed an equal amount of good and bad deeds and have caused quite a bit of trouble amongst the gate keepers. | EDIT: Sorry, didn't notice the prompt specified first person.
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"What do you mean they're equal? Weigh them again!"
"I've weighed them five times boss. Definitely equal."
The angel manning the scales of judgment had called his supervisor after taking the first four measurements. This, he decided, was beyond h... | The Process, believe it or not, took a while. You’d have a detailed look at the Petitioner’s life, deeds and intentions all. You’d spend a while arguing about their motivations - were they really ignorant, or malicious? Were they trying their best, or just not caring about the consequences? And so on, and so on. Both s... | |
[WP] Every night, as long as you have lived there, a man stands under the streetlight outside your window and leaves in cab 302. One night the man does not come. Instead there is a letter addressed to you telling you to be in the in that spot, at the exact time, and leave in cab 302. | The old Cartex clock on my credenza loudly drops the 9 flap, indicating 10:59 - one minute to make my decision. I've already measured it out - 23 feet from my doorstep to the street light under which I'm to meet the cab. 302. Yellow. Driver, I'm assuming, to take me...somewhere.
The letter itself was nothing special. ... | “Where are we going?” I asked. The old cab rattled stiffly through the icy Montclair night.
“Shut up,” said the cabby. “Shut the fuck up.” He sounded stressed, scared even. He leaned over and tossed a bundle of cloth onto the backseat.
“Put it on.”
I held the fabric up in the moonlight. It was a long, beige coat, ... | |
[WP] 500 feet from the summit, your climbing partner says something that makes you turn around. | Saying the climb was arduous was the understatement of the century. It had taken months, no, years of preparation. Intensive training, conditioning, and mental sharpening had gone into this. They were at the peak of human capability. Thousands of dollars had been spent acquiring the special gear and travel required to ... | It seemed like forever we climbed to the summit of Mt. Narwhal, though it would pay off. My partner, Tyler followed close behind while I shield him from the downwind and snow coming my way. All was fine until he said 6 words that shook me horribly. "Did you leave th... | |
[WP] 500 feet from the summit, your climbing partner says something that makes you turn around. | Setting his pack down for a quick breather, Bill could see it, the summit. So close to finally completing their 2 week trek to the top of the mountain. It was a shame that Sally hadn't come, she had been really emotional and prone to tears the whole time leading up to this trip. She had tried to persuade him not to go,... | It seemed like forever we climbed to the summit of Mt. Narwhal, though it would pay off. My partner, Tyler followed close behind while I shield him from the downwind and snow coming my way. All was fine until he said 6 words that shook me horribly. "Did you leave th... | |
[WP] 500 feet from the summit, your climbing partner says something that makes you turn around. | There's a part of the human mind that is inherently arrogant. I'd discovered this several times over throughout the four day climb, surprising myself with just how little I knew about this whole endeavor that James and I were undertaking. After living in one of the windiest places in the States for ten years I thought ... | It seemed like forever we climbed to the summit of Mt. Narwhal, though it would pay off. My partner, Tyler followed close behind while I shield him from the downwind and snow coming my way. All was fine until he said 6 words that shook me horribly. "Did you leave th... | |
[WP] 500 feet from the summit, your climbing partner says something that makes you turn around. | There's a part of the human mind that is inherently arrogant. I'd discovered this several times over throughout the four day climb, surprising myself with just how little I knew about this whole endeavor that James and I were undertaking. After living in one of the windiest places in the States for ten years I thought ... | "Come on, man. Hold up." My voracious climbing partner begged, he was lagging behind and I could hear his stomach rumbling.
"We are just 500 feet away, Kevin, let's push on through it eh?" I knew I shouldn't have brought him along, but my wife insisted that this new brother-in-law of mine and I needed some kind of r... | |
[WP] 500 feet from the summit, your climbing partner says something that makes you turn around. | “Aaah, nope. Nope. This isn’t gonna work.” Greg’s nasal twang cut through the raging wind with astonishing clarity.
“What?” I turned around. We had 500 feet to go. 500 feet. “Did you drop something?”
He had his phone out, his disgustingly snow-burnt nose held half an inch from the screen. “You ‘member those two du... | "Come on, man. Hold up." My voracious climbing partner begged, he was lagging behind and I could hear his stomach rumbling.
"We are just 500 feet away, Kevin, let's push on through it eh?" I knew I shouldn't have brought him along, but my wife insisted that this new brother-in-law of mine and I needed some kind of r... | |
[WP] 500 feet from the summit, your climbing partner says something that makes you turn around. | “Aaah, nope. Nope. This isn’t gonna work.” Greg’s nasal twang cut through the raging wind with astonishing clarity.
“What?” I turned around. We had 500 feet to go. 500 feet. “Did you drop something?”
He had his phone out, his disgustingly snow-burnt nose held half an inch from the screen. “You ‘member those two du... | It was blowing an easy 30 knots and we had to lean at what felt like a forty-five degree angle to remain upright. Every gust threatened to blow us off the col. Roger's efforts to pantomime some question to me disappeared in a frenzy of flailing limbs, blown out by the wind like a whisper at a rock concert.
I kicked in... | |
[WP] Wikipedia entries for living notable individuals are mysteriously being edited to include a future date of death. Nobody takes these seriously, that is until the first few deaths start to occur as predicted. | An unseen contract was signed. Two hands shook behind a dimensional curtain, renegotiating the pact between cause and effect. Either recently windowed or divorced, cause relinquished control on its precious effect. Friction was to heat as poverty to famine, and graphite on paper to symbolic meaning - before it all chan... | Everything that we see is bigger than what we see. I understand I need to be a little more precise. Get me that pencil over that would you? Thanks, son. Now, what do you see here? Okay, now imagine he can see the things drawn on the paper, not as we try to depict them, with height and width, with perspective, but as if... | |
[WP] Wikipedia entries for living notable individuals are mysteriously being edited to include a future date of death. Nobody takes these seriously, that is until the first few deaths start to occur as predicted. | It was a matter of time, one could suppose, before something like this started. Everyone was online - connected, hooked up, wired in. Well, almost anyone anyways. *Those* people never mattered in the larger scheme of things.
He hadn't yet worked out the kinks with his programming. ESP was not extra-sensory perception... | Everything that we see is bigger than what we see. I understand I need to be a little more precise. Get me that pencil over that would you? Thanks, son. Now, what do you see here? Okay, now imagine he can see the things drawn on the paper, not as we try to depict them, with height and width, with perspective, but as if... | |
[WP] Wikipedia entries for living notable individuals are mysteriously being edited to include a future date of death. Nobody takes these seriously, that is until the first few deaths start to occur as predicted. | Jazz music shuffled around Leonardo's room, coiling through the furniture and knocking on the windows, almost as if Miles Davis himself was using the place as a stage for another sold-out gig. The smooth tunes were in sharp contrast to Leonardo's jumpy demeanor; he had hoped the music would calm him down, but his nerve... | Everything that we see is bigger than what we see. I understand I need to be a little more precise. Get me that pencil over that would you? Thanks, son. Now, what do you see here? Okay, now imagine he can see the things drawn on the paper, not as we try to depict them, with height and width, with perspective, but as if... | |
[WP] Wikipedia entries for living notable individuals are mysteriously being edited to include a future date of death. Nobody takes these seriously, that is until the first few deaths start to occur as predicted. | "Well, of course my first thought was: time travel," Mark confided.
"Time travel?" Sarah asked.
"Sure. But then, my first thought is *always* time travel. You know: why are blueberries blue: time travel."
"What has time travel..." Sarah began.
"Don't ask him that," Jenn cautioned.
"...got to do with blueberries b... | Everything that we see is bigger than what we see. I understand I need to be a little more precise. Get me that pencil over that would you? Thanks, son. Now, what do you see here? Okay, now imagine he can see the things drawn on the paper, not as we try to depict them, with height and width, with perspective, but as if... | |
[WP] Wikipedia entries for living notable individuals are mysteriously being edited to include a future date of death. Nobody takes these seriously, that is until the first few deaths start to occur as predicted. | It was a matter of time, one could suppose, before something like this started. Everyone was online - connected, hooked up, wired in. Well, almost anyone anyways. *Those* people never mattered in the larger scheme of things.
He hadn't yet worked out the kinks with his programming. ESP was not extra-sensory perception... | An unseen contract was signed. Two hands shook behind a dimensional curtain, renegotiating the pact between cause and effect. Either recently windowed or divorced, cause relinquished control on its precious effect. Friction was to heat as poverty to famine, and graphite on paper to symbolic meaning - before it all chan... | |
[WP] Wikipedia entries for living notable individuals are mysteriously being edited to include a future date of death. Nobody takes these seriously, that is until the first few deaths start to occur as predicted. | "Well, of course my first thought was: time travel," Mark confided.
"Time travel?" Sarah asked.
"Sure. But then, my first thought is *always* time travel. You know: why are blueberries blue: time travel."
"What has time travel..." Sarah began.
"Don't ask him that," Jenn cautioned.
"...got to do with blueberries b... | An unseen contract was signed. Two hands shook behind a dimensional curtain, renegotiating the pact between cause and effect. Either recently windowed or divorced, cause relinquished control on its precious effect. Friction was to heat as poverty to famine, and graphite on paper to symbolic meaning - before it all chan... | |
[WP] Wikipedia entries for living notable individuals are mysteriously being edited to include a future date of death. Nobody takes these seriously, that is until the first few deaths start to occur as predicted. | "Well, of course my first thought was: time travel," Mark confided.
"Time travel?" Sarah asked.
"Sure. But then, my first thought is *always* time travel. You know: why are blueberries blue: time travel."
"What has time travel..." Sarah began.
"Don't ask him that," Jenn cautioned.
"...got to do with blueberries b... | Jazz music shuffled around Leonardo's room, coiling through the furniture and knocking on the windows, almost as if Miles Davis himself was using the place as a stage for another sold-out gig. The smooth tunes were in sharp contrast to Leonardo's jumpy demeanor; he had hoped the music would calm him down, but his nerve... | |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | The clock ticked its noise-less tick again. The green light illuminated my face. It's hard to keep track of time when there is no night nor day. We are to touch down soon on Mars. It's been too long a trip, one in which time seems tossed by the wayside.
It's only us three, Mike, Claire, and Myself. I can't remember th... | "Harry, I don't think that this is funny," says my superior, but I can't keep from cracking up. I'm trying to hide it as much as I can, but the laughter is seeping through my lips. "I showed this picture to the goddamned president, Harry. We've been freaking out for days."
I start laughing out loud. "Oh, no- you showe... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | I stared in shock at the sign for longer than I would care to admit, unable or perhaps unwilling to comprehend its true meaning. It was a small, simple thing -- made of wood with the message upon it written in what I would, otherwise, think to be black sharpie.
"Level 2. -- God."
I spent minutes there, maybe a quart... | "Harry, I don't think that this is funny," says my superior, but I can't keep from cracking up. I'm trying to hide it as much as I can, but the laughter is seeping through my lips. "I showed this picture to the goddamned president, Harry. We've been freaking out for days."
I start laughing out loud. "Oh, no- you showe... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | I stared in shock at the sign for longer than I would care to admit, unable or perhaps unwilling to comprehend its true meaning. It was a small, simple thing -- made of wood with the message upon it written in what I would, otherwise, think to be black sharpie.
"Level 2. -- God."
I spent minutes there, maybe a quart... | The clock ticked its noise-less tick again. The green light illuminated my face. It's hard to keep track of time when there is no night nor day. We are to touch down soon on Mars. It's been too long a trip, one in which time seems tossed by the wayside.
It's only us three, Mike, Claire, and Myself. I can't remember th... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | I stared in shock at the sign for longer than I would care to admit, unable or perhaps unwilling to comprehend its true meaning. It was a small, simple thing -- made of wood with the message upon it written in what I would, otherwise, think to be black sharpie.
"Level 2. -- God."
I spent minutes there, maybe a quart... | "It's not fair," Said Kizmet and he kicked the dust, which flowed and dissipated along the Martian surface past a pile of explosives and bodies set under an ancient sign.
After all of the struggle of mankind working in the dark from the very beginning. All of the arguments about whether He was real, all of the people... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | Level 2
-God
I just stood there, staring at this wooden plank, for longer than I'd care to admit, searching for anything that would lead me to believe it was just another one of Jim's pranks. The silence surrounding me is absolutely terrifying, when a loud *click* sounded off in my helmet. The startle almos... | "It's not fair," Said Kizmet and he kicked the dust, which flowed and dissipated along the Martian surface past a pile of explosives and bodies set under an ancient sign.
After all of the struggle of mankind working in the dark from the very beginning. All of the arguments about whether He was real, all of the people... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | I stared in shock at the sign for longer than I would care to admit, unable or perhaps unwilling to comprehend its true meaning. It was a small, simple thing -- made of wood with the message upon it written in what I would, otherwise, think to be black sharpie.
"Level 2. -- God."
I spent minutes there, maybe a quart... | We stared at it for a few hours. We'd already gone through the process of taking pictures and sending it back to Earth. By now they'd be causing a shitstorm, if they were released to the public. But we weren't on Earth, so we just stood there looking at it.
There it stood, carved out of a Martian rock long since gone.... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | Level 2
-God
I just stood there, staring at this wooden plank, for longer than I'd care to admit, searching for anything that would lead me to believe it was just another one of Jim's pranks. The silence surrounding me is absolutely terrifying, when a loud *click* sounded off in my helmet. The startle almos... | We stared at it for a few hours. We'd already gone through the process of taking pictures and sending it back to Earth. By now they'd be causing a shitstorm, if they were released to the public. But we weren't on Earth, so we just stood there looking at it.
There it stood, carved out of a Martian rock long since gone.... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | Level 2
-God
I just stood there, staring at this wooden plank, for longer than I'd care to admit, searching for anything that would lead me to believe it was just another one of Jim's pranks. The silence surrounding me is absolutely terrifying, when a loud *click* sounded off in my helmet. The startle almos... | "An elevator shaft!?"
He remained cautious and decided to go left of the elevator through the narrow dark corridor. His sneaking suit was beginning to chaff. The nanomachines in his head were starting to fizzle and crack, and he had lost all communication with the base of operations.
Checking his inventory, he reali... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | "No, just no, were done here, we are going back to earth." Bill said as he turned around and started back towards the lander.
"B-But Bill! This is Insane! And it's defying everything we have ever known! How can you just want to turn back?" Jeb said as he flailed his arms about in distress.
"Look, After seeing this i ... | "An elevator shaft!?"
He remained cautious and decided to go left of the elevator through the narrow dark corridor. His sneaking suit was beginning to chaff. The nanomachines in his head were starting to fizzle and crack, and he had lost all communication with the base of operations.
Checking his inventory, he reali... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | He lay there in silence. The room was finally empty after what seemed to be hours of goodbyes from teary family members, but not as many as he liked there to be.
These were his final moments. A full 84 years of trials in a game called life and his failures over shadowed his accomplishments. Tears would be streaming do... | Jelenka is an image evaluator at NASA. In other word's, she's one of the four people to see any photo that comes from curiosity. First is the preparer, who edits the images for quality concerns, and then there's two more evaluators, each controlling each other in different rooms. They switch every day whether they are ... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | Level 2
-God
I just stood there, staring at this wooden plank, for longer than I'd care to admit, searching for anything that would lead me to believe it was just another one of Jim's pranks. The silence surrounding me is absolutely terrifying, when a loud *click* sounded off in my helmet. The startle almos... | Jelenka is an image evaluator at NASA. In other word's, she's one of the four people to see any photo that comes from curiosity. First is the preparer, who edits the images for quality concerns, and then there's two more evaluators, each controlling each other in different rooms. They switch every day whether they are ... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | "No, just no, were done here, we are going back to earth." Bill said as he turned around and started back towards the lander.
"B-But Bill! This is Insane! And it's defying everything we have ever known! How can you just want to turn back?" Jeb said as he flailed his arms about in distress.
"Look, After seeing this i ... | Jelenka is an image evaluator at NASA. In other word's, she's one of the four people to see any photo that comes from curiosity. First is the preparer, who edits the images for quality concerns, and then there's two more evaluators, each controlling each other in different rooms. They switch every day whether they are ... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | I crack my radio to life. "Houston"
"Roger Glen. Houston here." The reply comes after 30 seconds of dead air.
I try to form the words that will be written for all the ages.
Words that will be repeated for eons to come.
Words that will inspire generations.
"Ding Houston. We have level up."
Shit. I am not a clever ... | Jelenka is an image evaluator at NASA. In other word's, she's one of the four people to see any photo that comes from curiosity. First is the preparer, who edits the images for quality concerns, and then there's two more evaluators, each controlling each other in different rooms. They switch every day whether they are ... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | Complete radio silence.
That, more than anything, made the hairs stand up on the back of Commander Mitchell's neck. Months of intense training for the Ares V mission, on top of years of preparations and a total of 367 days in orbit, had made him so confident and focused that not even finding a sign reading "Level 2" ... | Jelenka is an image evaluator at NASA. In other word's, she's one of the four people to see any photo that comes from curiosity. First is the preparer, who edits the images for quality concerns, and then there's two more evaluators, each controlling each other in different rooms. They switch every day whether they are ... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | Level 2
-God
I just stood there, staring at this wooden plank, for longer than I'd care to admit, searching for anything that would lead me to believe it was just another one of Jim's pranks. The silence surrounding me is absolutely terrifying, when a loud *click* sounded off in my helmet. The startle almos... | He lay there in silence. The room was finally empty after what seemed to be hours of goodbyes from teary family members, but not as many as he liked there to be.
These were his final moments. A full 84 years of trials in a game called life and his failures over shadowed his accomplishments. Tears would be streaming do... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | "No, just no, were done here, we are going back to earth." Bill said as he turned around and started back towards the lander.
"B-But Bill! This is Insane! And it's defying everything we have ever known! How can you just want to turn back?" Jeb said as he flailed his arms about in distress.
"Look, After seeing this i ... | He lay there in silence. The room was finally empty after what seemed to be hours of goodbyes from teary family members, but not as many as he liked there to be.
These were his final moments. A full 84 years of trials in a game called life and his failures over shadowed his accomplishments. Tears would be streaming do... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | I crack my radio to life. "Houston"
"Roger Glen. Houston here." The reply comes after 30 seconds of dead air.
I try to form the words that will be written for all the ages.
Words that will be repeated for eons to come.
Words that will inspire generations.
"Ding Houston. We have level up."
Shit. I am not a clever ... | He lay there in silence. The room was finally empty after what seemed to be hours of goodbyes from teary family members, but not as many as he liked there to be.
These were his final moments. A full 84 years of trials in a game called life and his failures over shadowed his accomplishments. Tears would be streaming do... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | Complete radio silence.
That, more than anything, made the hairs stand up on the back of Commander Mitchell's neck. Months of intense training for the Ares V mission, on top of years of preparations and a total of 367 days in orbit, had made him so confident and focused that not even finding a sign reading "Level 2" ... | Joe goes down first and I follow. We tossed a coin for it, up in Ares VI and waited for a minute or two for it to fall before we remembered it didn't. So we played rock paper, scissors and I lost. Apparently I always play scissors, which is definitely a lie 'cause I've played paper twice before and I lost those times t... |
Based off of a comment I saw. | [WP] A sign on Mars is found that reads: "Level 2" and is signed by God. | Complete radio silence.
That, more than anything, made the hairs stand up on the back of Commander Mitchell's neck. Months of intense training for the Ares V mission, on top of years of preparations and a total of 367 days in orbit, had made him so confident and focused that not even finding a sign reading "Level 2" ... | As an Atheist, it had never occurred to me to look for any kind of sign from God. Not when my wife left me, not when I was selected from thousands of qualified applicants to come to Mars. Not even when I narrowly escaped death moments before when a leak in my suit threatened to end me, shortly after having the distinct... |
Go! | [WP] Not having spoken since their falling out, God and Satan grab a coffee. | "$3.29 for a small coffee." His voice was rougher than he remembered. He hadn't been on the Middle Plane for thousands of years. "I guess we know where these guys are going."
God took a sip from his cup before nodding wordlessly.
"Have you seen how your humans treat those that rebel against injustice?" His voice ... | Satan waves at God from the booth in the corner, already sipping his black coffee and eating a pomegranate muffin. God gives a smile and a wave and points to the line and mimes drinking a coffee. Starting to stand, God puts up a hand for him to not trouble himself and remain seated until after he orders. After a few sh... |
Go! | [WP] Not having spoken since their falling out, God and Satan grab a coffee. | God thought he at least owed Satan a coffee after taking away his dream job and landing him in literally the worst job in the universe...perhaps he could buy him a muffin too. God took on his favourite human form; a short man in his 70s with a long white beard and a suit. His stumpy legs only made to look shorter by we... | Satan waves at God from the booth in the corner, already sipping his black coffee and eating a pomegranate muffin. God gives a smile and a wave and points to the line and mimes drinking a coffee. Starting to stand, God puts up a hand for him to not trouble himself and remain seated until after he orders. After a few sh... |
Go! | [WP] Not having spoken since their falling out, God and Satan grab a coffee. | God thought he at least owed Satan a coffee after taking away his dream job and landing him in literally the worst job in the universe...perhaps he could buy him a muffin too. God took on his favourite human form; a short man in his 70s with a long white beard and a suit. His stumpy legs only made to look shorter by we... | "$3.29 for a small coffee." His voice was rougher than he remembered. He hadn't been on the Middle Plane for thousands of years. "I guess we know where these guys are going."
God took a sip from his cup before nodding wordlessly.
"Have you seen how your humans treat those that rebel against injustice?" His voice ... |
[WP] You are at the Pearly Gates. You find out the only reason you get to go to Heaven is because a previously deceased loved one took your spot in Hell. | Fitz was disturbed by a breeze. He opened his eyes, and sat up, looking around with a puzzled look on his face. He sat in what looked to be a park in a middle class area. A hue oak tree hung above him, its leaves a gentle canopy against the warm sun, though leaving enough to filter through to stay just warm enough for ... | Light. Glorious light. Full, bright, shining light.
It was faint, but in the otherwise complete darkness of the tunnel, the light was as obvious as blood under a black-light. There were no memories of how I'd arrived in the tunnel, only the sound of my own thoughts slicing through the silence.
No memory, no urge,... | |
[WP] Write a funny story in a serious setting or a serious story in a funny setting. | The slave looked up at the king, Marceus his name; he has the appearance of a person who constantly needs to sneeze, yet never does; always promising, never delivering.
“More wine sire” he spluttered.
“This isn’t how I imagined I would be killed, in my own castle, surrounded by all the Kings and Queens who pledged th... | I looked across the battlefield at my enemy. He stood, his eyes fixed on me with malicious intent. I reached for my weapon and drew it up in a fighting stance. He drew his sword and we ran at each other full speed. Halfway across the field, I tripped over one of the small plastic balls and fell in to an oblivion of rai... | |
[WP] Write a funny story in a serious setting or a serious story in a funny setting. | “I don’t think this was an accident,” Detective Greene said, staring down at the body, its torso half-covered in a blue tarp. It had clearly been laying there for a while, its visible skin already showing signs of decomposition.
“Why’s that?” Chuck said, kneeling down closer to the body. It smelled like foul play, an... | I looked across the battlefield at my enemy. He stood, his eyes fixed on me with malicious intent. I reached for my weapon and drew it up in a fighting stance. He drew his sword and we ran at each other full speed. Halfway across the field, I tripped over one of the small plastic balls and fell in to an oblivion of rai... | |
[WP] John is a depressed man in his 20's. He is under the illusion the entire world is against him, he finds out it's not an illusion. | John believes the world is out to get him. However one day he realizes his fear is an illusion by discovering that it is, in fact, not an illusion. John's head begins to move from left to right at increasing speed while smoke starts to seep out of his pours. "But... if... then..." He pleads incoherently to some absent ... | John sat in his empty apartment entertaining ideas of being a wandering salesmen throughout Asia and parts of Europe, while admiring the 15 story view. The people moved below frantically, as if to say we are here for you John, but you sadly have already proclaimed your separation from us. John felt isolated and exclude... | |
[WP] John is a depressed man in his 20's. He is under the illusion the entire world is against him, he finds out it's not an illusion. | John was sitting in front of his computer, reditting his life away, trying to forget about the world that has pushed him into this lonely existence. Suddenly, he comes across a writing prompt that describes him perfectly, and let's him know that the world is against him. Was someone trying to send him a message? John, ... | John sat in his empty apartment entertaining ideas of being a wandering salesmen throughout Asia and parts of Europe, while admiring the 15 story view. The people moved below frantically, as if to say we are here for you John, but you sadly have already proclaimed your separation from us. John felt isolated and exclude... | |
[WP] John is a depressed man in his 20's. He is under the illusion the entire world is against him, he finds out it's not an illusion. | John believes the world is out to get him. However one day he realizes his fear is an illusion by discovering that it is, in fact, not an illusion. John's head begins to move from left to right at increasing speed while smoke starts to seep out of his pours. "But... if... then..." He pleads incoherently to some absent ... | This is the second halfish of the story. Prior to this John has had a terrible day, and an even more terrible week. Not only does he think the world is against him, he is also starting to question his sanity. He has noticed several of the same people are always around during his misfortunes, including a little boy and ... | |
[WP] John is a depressed man in his 20's. He is under the illusion the entire world is against him, he finds out it's not an illusion. | John was sitting in front of his computer, reditting his life away, trying to forget about the world that has pushed him into this lonely existence. Suddenly, he comes across a writing prompt that describes him perfectly, and let's him know that the world is against him. Was someone trying to send him a message? John, ... | This is the second halfish of the story. Prior to this John has had a terrible day, and an even more terrible week. Not only does he think the world is against him, he is also starting to question his sanity. He has noticed several of the same people are always around during his misfortunes, including a little boy and ... | |
[WP] John is a depressed man in his 20's. He is under the illusion the entire world is against him, he finds out it's not an illusion. | John was sitting in front of his computer, reditting his life away, trying to forget about the world that has pushed him into this lonely existence. Suddenly, he comes across a writing prompt that describes him perfectly, and let's him know that the world is against him. Was someone trying to send him a message? John, ... | This had been the most stress-filled, complicated and unyielding week of John's entire life. His girlfriend, Allison, had broken off their engagement, his parents were expressing disapproval that he didn't want to return to college, and he had to deplete his savings to fund a new set of tires after picking up four nai... | |
Werewolves, vampires, Bigfoot etc... | [WP] On the verge of losing a war against a superior alien race, Mythical creatures show themselves and fight for our planet. | "FLANK!" I shouted through cupped hands towards 1st Sergeant Cortez.
It was too late, the damn jumpers were already upon us. The four legged hoppers had really changed the tides of war; we hadn't been surprised, we knew that the bastards would adapt their military into whatever form it needed to be.
The synthetically... | It took us time to realize we were even under assault. Their actions looked like normal environmental change and it was hard for a long time to tell what was humanity causing damage and what was enemy action.
But when we finally started reacting and nothing we could do slowed the slide, that was when we realized we we... |
Werewolves, vampires, Bigfoot etc... | [WP] On the verge of losing a war against a superior alien race, Mythical creatures show themselves and fight for our planet. | Blood mixed with sweat rolled down Jason's temple as he stared at the alien. Tall, dominant, beastly, and other words not created by the human tongue were apt words to describe the monster who was going to kill him.
"Is that all you got..." Jason murmured, the green rookie of the UWC (United World Coalition) staring d... | It took us time to realize we were even under assault. Their actions looked like normal environmental change and it was hard for a long time to tell what was humanity causing damage and what was enemy action.
But when we finally started reacting and nothing we could do slowed the slide, that was when we realized we we... |
Werewolves, vampires, Bigfoot etc... | [WP] On the verge of losing a war against a superior alien race, Mythical creatures show themselves and fight for our planet. | Blood mixed with sweat rolled down Jason's temple as he stared at the alien. Tall, dominant, beastly, and other words not created by the human tongue were apt words to describe the monster who was going to kill him.
"Is that all you got..." Jason murmured, the green rookie of the UWC (United World Coalition) staring d... | "FLANK!" I shouted through cupped hands towards 1st Sergeant Cortez.
It was too late, the damn jumpers were already upon us. The four legged hoppers had really changed the tides of war; we hadn't been surprised, we knew that the bastards would adapt their military into whatever form it needed to be.
The synthetically... |
[WP]: "I think they used to be people." | It seems to be the fate of all myths to have the people that once believed so firmly in them turn to laughing away their plausibility. Of course some are passed down as novel oddities, or others as children’s stories like those of the Saint of the North or the Men of the Forest. In my town we had the Mists. Every child... |
All we ever knew was the night. The rest remained wandering somewhere in the vast realm of our memory, which we prefered to see as just a forgetful dream, some kind of other dimension where light still adorned our children's faces. For why should I believe that the innocent and distant life I used to live is my life ... | |
[WP]: "I think they used to be people." | "I think they used to be people."
"I doubt it, they look nothin' human."
"No, really, watch them! Watch the way they carry themselves, how they act."
There wasn't much to watch, the creatures were humanoid, that was for sure, but they trotted on four spindly legs unevenly. Giant pillars for hind legs, their front le... |
All we ever knew was the night. The rest remained wandering somewhere in the vast realm of our memory, which we prefered to see as just a forgetful dream, some kind of other dimension where light still adorned our children's faces. For why should I believe that the innocent and distant life I used to live is my life ... | |
[WP] Scientists discover an algorithm to match each person to the job that best suits them. This is the sole way in which careers are now allocated in society. Today is your first day working as a... | I gripped the small slip of paper in my hands, trembling visibly. The official who handed it to me looked down at me with glossy, dead eyes: "Sure hope you get what you want, kiddo," he sighed, "I sure as hell didn't." He nodded his head and turned to a little girl, the next in line, and silently placed another slip of... | nothing. That is what the computer said. It was the first time it happened in, well, ever. There had to be something wrong. How can I not be good at anything. I excelled at all my subjects in my primary school. I thought I was going to be a scientist, maybe even a teacher. But how is THIS possible! There has to be an e... | |
[WP] Scientists discover an algorithm to match each person to the job that best suits them. This is the sole way in which careers are now allocated in society. Today is your first day working as a... | I hate getting physicals.
First came the tongue compressors, then the ear syringes, the reflex hammers, eye tests, all serving to give them more data on me, and resulting in less knowledge about them for myself.
I didn't mind, though. Today was my eighteenth! Today, I got my job. A machine that combines all your ap... | nothing. That is what the computer said. It was the first time it happened in, well, ever. There had to be something wrong. How can I not be good at anything. I excelled at all my subjects in my primary school. I thought I was going to be a scientist, maybe even a teacher. But how is THIS possible! There has to be an e... | |
[WP] Scientists discover an algorithm to match each person to the job that best suits them. This is the sole way in which careers are now allocated in society. Today is your first day working as a... | *Algorithm manservant*, reads the little slip of paper.
I glance at the little machine that had spit out the paper.
"What'd you get?", asks the woman who had picked before me, hesitantly. I show her. Her eyebrow raises.
"You?", she shows me hers. *Algorithm concubine*. We both look at the machine. It rattles... | nothing. That is what the computer said. It was the first time it happened in, well, ever. There had to be something wrong. How can I not be good at anything. I excelled at all my subjects in my primary school. I thought I was going to be a scientist, maybe even a teacher. But how is THIS possible! There has to be an e... | |
[WP] A short story with an extremely unsatisfying ending | I still remember the day we met, Nicole and I. I was 15 and out for a walk to clear my head after an argument with my mom. I made it about ten minutes into the walk when I hear a voice call out, "Hey you! Come here!" There were two very pretty girls walking on the other side of the street I was approaching.
Gingerly,... | He ran. He ran faster. He ran even faster with the other men. His body was ready to give out, but he knew he must soldier on. This was his first time doing such a thing, and dammit it wouldn’t be a failure.
The man jumped out of the burning window as the trampoline came into sight, unable to take the flames licking hi... | |
[WP] A short story with an extremely unsatisfying ending | I still remember the day we met, Nicole and I. I was 15 and out for a walk to clear my head after an argument with my mom. I made it about ten minutes into the walk when I hear a voice call out, "Hey you! Come here!" There were two very pretty girls walking on the other side of the street I was approaching.
Gingerly,... | "HAAAAAAA AHHHHHH LLLPPP MEEEEEEEEE"
Phillip heard the cry, and started to run, run fast, faster, like every other citizen on the street of the sleepy Kentucky town. He saw the screaming kid, heard his planitive wail, and got into his car and revved it up. He burst off the worn, faded pavement, leaving the other would... | |
[WP] Warriors killed in battle don't go to Heaven or Hell, they stand guard in between. | Willem charged with his brethren, his army, his men. His horse had been shot, right through the eye, and his left arm still hurt from the impact of falling off the limp animal mid trot. He wore his Houses green and pearl armour, the Shark that was his Houses symbol indented on his whole chest. He held a great, thick cl... | Drip by drip....my brow kept it's continuous rhythm, the salty bitterness refreshes my parched lip.
"Why the fuck, how does that even make sense, I guess that's why I've always enjoyed savory over.."
...I looked upward as more salt laden liquids skip on my pupils, like flat rocks on a still lake. "I'm not in northe... | |
[WP] Warriors killed in battle don't go to Heaven or Hell, they stand guard in between. | Billy woke up, gasping for air.
The first thing he did was worry. A lot of people do when they get here, but usually they're worrying for themselves; Billy was worrying for his Mother.
"Mam? Are you okay? I can breathe again, Mam. Where are you?" He hadn't opened his eyes yet, and when he did, he was a little shocked... | Drip by drip....my brow kept it's continuous rhythm, the salty bitterness refreshes my parched lip.
"Why the fuck, how does that even make sense, I guess that's why I've always enjoyed savory over.."
...I looked upward as more salt laden liquids skip on my pupils, like flat rocks on a still lake. "I'm not in northe... | |
[WP] Warriors killed in battle don't go to Heaven or Hell, they stand guard in between. | 'Alpha Team, you have your target.'
Almost immediately after the voice had finished speaking, eight figures came out of the shadows. The room was always dark.
Without a word, they approached the large table between them all and began to equip themselves. Arthur took his customary sword and shield from the table befor... | Drip by drip....my brow kept it's continuous rhythm, the salty bitterness refreshes my parched lip.
"Why the fuck, how does that even make sense, I guess that's why I've always enjoyed savory over.."
...I looked upward as more salt laden liquids skip on my pupils, like flat rocks on a still lake. "I'm not in northe... | |
[WP] Warriors killed in battle don't go to Heaven or Hell, they stand guard in between. | "This is fuckin' stupid, Sargent." Ramirez said, spitting dip on the cloud floor. "We fuckin' die, and we get stuck here? This is bullshit. I enlisted on the idea that it was four years or one death, ya know? 'Six feet under or out the front gate, either way your out of the Corps', ya know? Well I'm dead, and I want ou... | Drip by drip....my brow kept it's continuous rhythm, the salty bitterness refreshes my parched lip.
"Why the fuck, how does that even make sense, I guess that's why I've always enjoyed savory over.."
...I looked upward as more salt laden liquids skip on my pupils, like flat rocks on a still lake. "I'm not in northe... | |
[WP] Warriors killed in battle don't go to Heaven or Hell, they stand guard in between. | "AHH JESUS CHRIST."
Daniel lay on the ground gripping his chest, confused at the sudden absence of unbearable pain. The wound seemed to have healed within the span of a second. He noticed his clothes were no longer covered in mud and all the tears and holes were gone.
"I wouldn't be speaking like that here, my frie... | Drip by drip....my brow kept it's continuous rhythm, the salty bitterness refreshes my parched lip.
"Why the fuck, how does that even make sense, I guess that's why I've always enjoyed savory over.."
...I looked upward as more salt laden liquids skip on my pupils, like flat rocks on a still lake. "I'm not in northe... |
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