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[WP] Reincarnation is real, and memories are retained. It is illegal to contact anyone from your old life, but a black market exists for exactly that reason... | Dying of Syphilis on an island prison ain't exactly fun. Damned tax evasion. I was glad to find out I could wake up right after taking the big sleep. Growing up again was a bit weird, but it gave me some good detail as to where and when I was. Looks like I came back around the turn of the century. My crimes had left an... | “There he is.” Jin pointed toward a group and I squinted at the play yard, half-rising from my position in the back seat to get a better view through the windshield.
“Which one?”
“Overalls and a green shirt.” I spotted him, an apricot-haired toddler kneeling in the sandbox, hands on hips, head canted in that fa... | |
[WP] Reincarnation is real, and memories are retained. It is illegal to contact anyone from your old life, but a black market exists for exactly that reason... | Out of all the lives I had led, the last had been most unfair. Cut too short, leaving a hole in someone's heart. But hope would come in hushed whispers, rumours and fairytales. A chance to see him one more time, granted only through secret meetings with sinister men and an enormous cost.
The money was hard to find at... | “There he is.” Jin pointed toward a group and I squinted at the play yard, half-rising from my position in the back seat to get a better view through the windshield.
“Which one?”
“Overalls and a green shirt.” I spotted him, an apricot-haired toddler kneeling in the sandbox, hands on hips, head canted in that fa... | |
[WP] Reincarnation is real, and memories are retained. It is illegal to contact anyone from your old life, but a black market exists for exactly that reason... | Jason walked into a retirement home in Duluth.
Of course, he hadn't always been Jason. Twenty years earlier, he had been Ty, a no-nonsense steel worker from Winnipeg. The memories always seemed to fill in right around your twentieth birthday. Ty had never married, even though Jason was in the midst of a pretty serious... | “There he is.” Jin pointed toward a group and I squinted at the play yard, half-rising from my position in the back seat to get a better view through the windshield.
“Which one?”
“Overalls and a green shirt.” I spotted him, an apricot-haired toddler kneeling in the sandbox, hands on hips, head canted in that fa... | |
May be written from either or both perspectives! | [WP] In the near future, every person has a government agent assigned to them to monitor every detail of their lives. One day, you run into the person assigned to you accidentally. | "You know, you're really boring." the stranger said as he sat down on the train seat next to me.
"Excuse me?" I mean... I am, but that doesn't mean I like people rubbing my face in it.
"My name is Agent 12Z65U. I'm one of the watchers. Designed and built specifically to watch *you*."
"Oh. Nice to meet you."
... | The question that came to Luke most often in his life was a most difficult one to answer. Did he truly know Alice or was it merely an illusion, concocted in his mind from his constant surveillance of her? Whatever the answer, Luke did know that he had never met a person quite like her. She was, to put it simply, unrele... |
[WP] Your date accidentally reveals that they're a minor deity. | "So did it hurt?"
She stared, oceans of blue sky in the bulbs of her eyes, she stared him into blushing at his own joke. He bowed into the straw of his milkshake, gulped.
"What if it did?" she replied.
"Well I guess I would have to make it up to you.."
His grin was fading, she usually played along. Either way, w... | Shelly sat at the window in the 60's diner staring at the parking lot. A car pulled in that was half grease lightning and half pulp fiction, and despite her resisting, her heart beat a bit faster. The door cracked open. Paul twirled the keys round his fingers as he walked to the automatic doors of the little diner of t... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | *There isn't anyone in the mirror...*
*There isn't life left in his eyes*
*There's not a thing that will make things clearer*
*For this shade, in a man's disguise*
And sets the tumbler down beside him
The smell of whiskey, slight remains
It quells the anger left inside him
Leaving way for only pains
**"Amy"**
... | "There isn't anyone in the mirror", I tell myself. It has become almost a chant now. I know what I am seeing, and more importantly, I know what I *should* be seeing. I should see a man, mid thirties, average build, average height, average attractiveness. The faint wrinkles of thrice-worn pants doesn't distract from... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | My fingers danced on the glass with annoyed energy. The radio on my left urged me to hurry and by now, the knuckles off my right fist were white around my tooth brush.
"Come on, man." By now, the dance of my fingers had evolved into a rhythmic drum. My tooth brush had found my mouth and rushed through it with inaccur... | "There isn't anyone in the mirror", I tell myself. It has become almost a chant now. I know what I am seeing, and more importantly, I know what I *should* be seeing. I should see a man, mid thirties, average build, average height, average attractiveness. The faint wrinkles of thrice-worn pants doesn't distract from... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | "God dammit Trevor!" Jenna yelled at me as I walked out of the bedroom. "Just talk to me."
I turned back to her, holding my arms out to my sides. "What is their to talk about? You cheated on me."
"I'm sorry, it was a mistake."
"A mistake." I said angrily as I stepped towards her. "You call that a mistake?" I leaned ... | "There isn't anyone in the mirror", I tell myself. It has become almost a chant now. I know what I am seeing, and more importantly, I know what I *should* be seeing. I should see a man, mid thirties, average build, average height, average attractiveness. The faint wrinkles of thrice-worn pants doesn't distract from... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | Some mornings hurt more than others. On one of my rare vacation days waking up may feel absolutely euphoric. I am ready to face a day of not being at the office hunched over a keyboard watching strings of characters appear on a glowing screen. On the other hand, morning of less than two hours rest after an all night of... | "There isn't anyone in the mirror", I tell myself. It has become almost a chant now. I know what I am seeing, and more importantly, I know what I *should* be seeing. I should see a man, mid thirties, average build, average height, average attractiveness. The faint wrinkles of thrice-worn pants doesn't distract from... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | My fingers danced on the glass with annoyed energy. The radio on my left urged me to hurry and by now, the knuckles off my right fist were white around my tooth brush.
"Come on, man." By now, the dance of my fingers had evolved into a rhythmic drum. My tooth brush had found my mouth and rushed through it with inaccur... | My hand touched the cool smoothness of the mirror. I was facing it, staring intently. I could see nothing. My other hand came up, pressing next to the first. They travelled across the mirror, feeling its corners, its edges. i couldn't see my hands. I couldn't see my face. I was definitely there. The mirror was definitl... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | "God dammit Trevor!" Jenna yelled at me as I walked out of the bedroom. "Just talk to me."
I turned back to her, holding my arms out to my sides. "What is their to talk about? You cheated on me."
"I'm sorry, it was a mistake."
"A mistake." I said angrily as I stepped towards her. "You call that a mistake?" I leaned ... | My hand touched the cool smoothness of the mirror. I was facing it, staring intently. I could see nothing. My other hand came up, pressing next to the first. They travelled across the mirror, feeling its corners, its edges. i couldn't see my hands. I couldn't see my face. I was definitely there. The mirror was definitl... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | Some mornings hurt more than others. On one of my rare vacation days waking up may feel absolutely euphoric. I am ready to face a day of not being at the office hunched over a keyboard watching strings of characters appear on a glowing screen. On the other hand, morning of less than two hours rest after an all night of... | My hand touched the cool smoothness of the mirror. I was facing it, staring intently. I could see nothing. My other hand came up, pressing next to the first. They travelled across the mirror, feeling its corners, its edges. i couldn't see my hands. I couldn't see my face. I was definitely there. The mirror was definitl... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | My fingers danced on the glass with annoyed energy. The radio on my left urged me to hurry and by now, the knuckles off my right fist were white around my tooth brush.
"Come on, man." By now, the dance of my fingers had evolved into a rhythmic drum. My tooth brush had found my mouth and rushed through it with inaccur... | *There isn't anyone in the mirror...*
*There isn't life left in his eyes*
*There's not a thing that will make things clearer*
*For this shade, in a man's disguise*
And sets the tumbler down beside him
The smell of whiskey, slight remains
It quells the anger left inside him
Leaving way for only pains
**"Amy"**
... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | "God dammit Trevor!" Jenna yelled at me as I walked out of the bedroom. "Just talk to me."
I turned back to her, holding my arms out to my sides. "What is their to talk about? You cheated on me."
"I'm sorry, it was a mistake."
"A mistake." I said angrily as I stepped towards her. "You call that a mistake?" I leaned ... | *There isn't anyone in the mirror...*
*There isn't life left in his eyes*
*There's not a thing that will make things clearer*
*For this shade, in a man's disguise*
And sets the tumbler down beside him
The smell of whiskey, slight remains
It quells the anger left inside him
Leaving way for only pains
**"Amy"**
... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | "God dammit Trevor!" Jenna yelled at me as I walked out of the bedroom. "Just talk to me."
I turned back to her, holding my arms out to my sides. "What is their to talk about? You cheated on me."
"I'm sorry, it was a mistake."
"A mistake." I said angrily as I stepped towards her. "You call that a mistake?" I leaned ... | My fingers danced on the glass with annoyed energy. The radio on my left urged me to hurry and by now, the knuckles off my right fist were white around my tooth brush.
"Come on, man." By now, the dance of my fingers had evolved into a rhythmic drum. My tooth brush had found my mouth and rushed through it with inaccur... | |
[WP] There isn't anyone in the mirror... | Some mornings hurt more than others. On one of my rare vacation days waking up may feel absolutely euphoric. I am ready to face a day of not being at the office hunched over a keyboard watching strings of characters appear on a glowing screen. On the other hand, morning of less than two hours rest after an all night of... | I froze, toothbrush in hand. I couldn't see my teeth, or the lips around them. I couldn't see my messy hair or my pudgy cheeks or my hook nose with the big zit bursting on top. My eyes were wide and misty, but I didn't see that. I snapped my jaw shut around a mouthful of toothpaste, and reached for the tap with shaking... | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | I threw myself to the ground, hoping that none of them had seen me. From the corner of my eye I saw Isaac, still standing, completely oblivious to what was going on.
"Get down!" I whispered. He ducked down, his head just below the tops of the corn.
"Who are they?" He whispered back as he began to realise our predica... | "It's *Spice* Girls, said John. "With an *i,* not an *a.*"
"Who made you the expert?" asked Franklin. "They're not lost in *spice.* Who's to say everyone else doesn't have it wrong and I don't have it right?"
John spread his big, leathery wings and hissed, a sign of growing anger. "If you're the only one who thinks s... | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | "Attack Bros! Ready Battle Stations! Enemy forces off the Brort- .. Port side!" The captain's voice registered across the ship's PA system, and Lieutenant Skeeter knew that this was finally his time to shine. Putting on his Ray-Banz, and then his flight helmet, the man stepped out into a busy starship hangar, his coll... | "It's *Spice* Girls, said John. "With an *i,* not an *a.*"
"Who made you the expert?" asked Franklin. "They're not lost in *spice.* Who's to say everyone else doesn't have it wrong and I don't have it right?"
John spread his big, leathery wings and hissed, a sign of growing anger. "If you're the only one who thinks s... | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | Five minutes. I run down the corridor, clutching the missing piece tightly.
I'm not sure I'm going to make it in time. Peter waves me through to the room, and I look desperately around for where to put the piece.
I put it in place, and sit back, relaxing. Our drinks cooler works once again.
Meanwhile on the bridge, ... | "It's *Spice* Girls, said John. "With an *i,* not an *a.*"
"Who made you the expert?" asked Franklin. "They're not lost in *spice.* Who's to say everyone else doesn't have it wrong and I don't have it right?"
John spread his big, leathery wings and hissed, a sign of growing anger. "If you're the only one who thinks s... | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | I threw myself to the ground, hoping that none of them had seen me. From the corner of my eye I saw Isaac, still standing, completely oblivious to what was going on.
"Get down!" I whispered. He ducked down, his head just below the tops of the corn.
"Who are they?" He whispered back as he began to realise our predica... | The amber light on the duty console started to pulse gently on and off at one second intervals. 57G yawned, stretched and looked up from the console out to the star-studded outer blackness. Damn it was boring. The whole damn business had turned out to be one long sleep-wake rota after another. How long had it been?
&... | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | "Attack Bros! Ready Battle Stations! Enemy forces off the Brort- .. Port side!" The captain's voice registered across the ship's PA system, and Lieutenant Skeeter knew that this was finally his time to shine. Putting on his Ray-Banz, and then his flight helmet, the man stepped out into a busy starship hangar, his coll... | The amber light on the duty console started to pulse gently on and off at one second intervals. 57G yawned, stretched and looked up from the console out to the star-studded outer blackness. Damn it was boring. The whole damn business had turned out to be one long sleep-wake rota after another. How long had it been?
&... | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | I threw myself to the ground, hoping that none of them had seen me. From the corner of my eye I saw Isaac, still standing, completely oblivious to what was going on.
"Get down!" I whispered. He ducked down, his head just below the tops of the corn.
"Who are they?" He whispered back as he began to realise our predica... | Kristy Stevens pressed her cheek into the grooved stock of the DDY-12 Demolisher. The 300x maginifcation scope was lined up with the podium of the Grand Mediator. He was due in three minutes. She brushed her hand along the stock, moving it along until she reached the curve of the exoshell. Her body lay in a zero-gravit... | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | "Attack Bros! Ready Battle Stations! Enemy forces off the Brort- .. Port side!" The captain's voice registered across the ship's PA system, and Lieutenant Skeeter knew that this was finally his time to shine. Putting on his Ray-Banz, and then his flight helmet, the man stepped out into a busy starship hangar, his coll... | Kristy Stevens pressed her cheek into the grooved stock of the DDY-12 Demolisher. The 300x maginifcation scope was lined up with the podium of the Grand Mediator. He was due in three minutes. She brushed her hand along the stock, moving it along until she reached the curve of the exoshell. Her body lay in a zero-gravit... | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | "Attack Bros! Ready Battle Stations! Enemy forces off the Brort- .. Port side!" The captain's voice registered across the ship's PA system, and Lieutenant Skeeter knew that this was finally his time to shine. Putting on his Ray-Banz, and then his flight helmet, the man stepped out into a busy starship hangar, his coll... | "This is it," whispered Anika, her voice wavering only slightly. "This move will make or break us."
Catherine nodded solemnly, saying nothing as she straightened her partner's collar, the pair alone in the small prep closet. They could hear muddled voices leaking through the door, the other commanders just as uneasy a... | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | The door opens and I throw myself inside as if from a storm. I wipe my brow. My sweat is cooling and, almost instantly, I’m shaking. A climate for metal and data, not for the corporeal. My eyes sting as I survey the hallway. The room is, as it was, piled almost to the ceiling with various detritus and waste. A nonsense... | "Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Will we be there soon?"
"No."
"Communications on screen."
"Hello. I see that you have entered this area."
"End transmission."
"Transmission ended."
"Things are interesting on this ship."
"Indeed, things of interest are happening." | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | ...
"Of course! It's so simple! We'll reroute the auxiliary rear hyper-cavitation engines through the ancillary backup three-pronged left-leaning reinforced plasma circuits! That should cause a disruption in the local space-time pulse-coordinate ambient structure, leading us to certain victory!
... | "Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Will we be there soon?"
"No."
"Communications on screen."
"Hello. I see that you have entered this area."
"End transmission."
"Transmission ended."
"Things are interesting on this ship."
"Indeed, things of interest are happening." | |
[WP] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic. No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters, nor any context to what's going on, and no resolution of any kind. | ...
"Of course! It's so simple! We'll reroute the auxiliary rear hyper-cavitation engines through the ancillary backup three-pronged left-leaning reinforced plasma circuits! That should cause a disruption in the local space-time pulse-coordinate ambient structure, leading us to certain victory!
... | The door opens and I throw myself inside as if from a storm. I wipe my brow. My sweat is cooling and, almost instantly, I’m shaking. A climate for metal and data, not for the corporeal. My eyes sting as I survey the hallway. The room is, as it was, piled almost to the ceiling with various detritus and waste. A nonsense... | |
[WP] Someone who has been given immortality is looking back over their life as the last star in the universe burns out leaving nothing but a cold dark abyss to stare into for eternity. | "This is hell. He's been gone for millinia; he's been dead for centuries of centuries. And yet, here I am, fulfilling his wish, his prophecy. I am, indeed, going to be alone forever. In this rat hole of wretchedness, caused by the very humanity I was so willing to leave behind, I now wish for them. I wish for his ... | I guess people were right by telling he would leave with them. Centuries ago, I witnessed gods’ extinction. So until now, the only thing you get from being immortal, beside the cheapest offers in life insurances, is being all alone with yourself. Forever.
And I am slightly pessimistic that there will be more to come.
| |
[WP] Someone who has been given immortality is looking back over their life as the last star in the universe burns out leaving nothing but a cold dark abyss to stare into for eternity. | If there was a single moment in his entire existence Caleb could take back, it would be the moment the gods saved him. Their kindness had meant the world to him at the time, but now just thinking of their actions made him want to die. Their pity had been so wrong, but Caleb had been the one dumb enough to accept their ... | I guess people were right by telling he would leave with them. Centuries ago, I witnessed gods’ extinction. So until now, the only thing you get from being immortal, beside the cheapest offers in life insurances, is being all alone with yourself. Forever.
And I am slightly pessimistic that there will be more to come.
| |
[WP] Someone who has been given immortality is looking back over their life as the last star in the universe burns out leaving nothing but a cold dark abyss to stare into for eternity. | A human lasts maybe eighty years. What they don’t tell you is that even when it ends, it doesn’t end.
You can collect knowledge forever and live through it all, and still not be able to do a thing to stop it.
If heaven’s real, you can never have all the answers while you’re alive.
A human lasts fifty-six years... | I guess people were right by telling he would leave with them. Centuries ago, I witnessed gods’ extinction. So until now, the only thing you get from being immortal, beside the cheapest offers in life insurances, is being all alone with yourself. Forever.
And I am slightly pessimistic that there will be more to come.
| |
[WP] Someone who has been given immortality is looking back over their life as the last star in the universe burns out leaving nothing but a cold dark abyss to stare into for eternity. | Joe sat in the insane asylum, now it was not an asylum. It was home.
He didn't care about anything anymore, he was alone all of his life, so why should he feel any extra lonely being the only person alive anymore.
He couldn't see the stars anymore, they all burned out long ago, expect the sun.
The sun was flickeri... | I guess people were right by telling he would leave with them. Centuries ago, I witnessed gods’ extinction. So until now, the only thing you get from being immortal, beside the cheapest offers in life insurances, is being all alone with yourself. Forever.
And I am slightly pessimistic that there will be more to come.
| |
[WP] Someone who has been given immortality is looking back over their life as the last star in the universe burns out leaving nothing but a cold dark abyss to stare into for eternity. | He floated through space.
The quiet had long ago driven him insane.
In the countless eons since Sol's supernova he had drifted through the cosmos.
He did not die from the blasts of heat and radiation of the sun nor did he die in the vacuum of space.
He only drifted now, collecting microscopic matter from an infinite n... | I guess people were right by telling he would leave with them. Centuries ago, I witnessed gods’ extinction. So until now, the only thing you get from being immortal, beside the cheapest offers in life insurances, is being all alone with yourself. Forever.
And I am slightly pessimistic that there will be more to come.
| |
[WP] Someone who has been given immortality is looking back over their life as the last star in the universe burns out leaving nothing but a cold dark abyss to stare into for eternity. | *click*
"It's only a matter of time now, this star will sputter out just like all the rest. It's lasting a bit longer than I had anticipated but if I've learned anything over the years its that you can't really know whats gonna happen next. The universe always finds a way to surprise you. Trust me on that one, I've be... | I guess people were right by telling he would leave with them. Centuries ago, I witnessed gods’ extinction. So until now, the only thing you get from being immortal, beside the cheapest offers in life insurances, is being all alone with yourself. Forever.
And I am slightly pessimistic that there will be more to come.
| |
[WP] Someone who has been given immortality is looking back over their life as the last star in the universe burns out leaving nothing but a cold dark abyss to stare into for eternity. | A human lasts maybe eighty years. What they don’t tell you is that even when it ends, it doesn’t end.
You can collect knowledge forever and live through it all, and still not be able to do a thing to stop it.
If heaven’s real, you can never have all the answers while you’re alive.
A human lasts fifty-six years... | The first three billion years were the worst.
The second three billion years were also the worst.
During the fourth three billion years there was a sharp down turn.
And things just kind of went downhill from there.
Literally all of time to think about last words that I would never get to say, and I still haven't c... | |
[WP] Someone who has been given immortality is looking back over their life as the last star in the universe burns out leaving nothing but a cold dark abyss to stare into for eternity. | Joe sat in the insane asylum, now it was not an asylum. It was home.
He didn't care about anything anymore, he was alone all of his life, so why should he feel any extra lonely being the only person alive anymore.
He couldn't see the stars anymore, they all burned out long ago, expect the sun.
The sun was flickeri... | The first three billion years were the worst.
The second three billion years were also the worst.
During the fourth three billion years there was a sharp down turn.
And things just kind of went downhill from there.
Literally all of time to think about last words that I would never get to say, and I still haven't c... | |
[WP] Someone who has been given immortality is looking back over their life as the last star in the universe burns out leaving nothing but a cold dark abyss to stare into for eternity. | He floated through space.
The quiet had long ago driven him insane.
In the countless eons since Sol's supernova he had drifted through the cosmos.
He did not die from the blasts of heat and radiation of the sun nor did he die in the vacuum of space.
He only drifted now, collecting microscopic matter from an infinite n... | "This is hell. He's been gone for millinia; he's been dead for centuries of centuries. And yet, here I am, fulfilling his wish, his prophecy. I am, indeed, going to be alone forever. In this rat hole of wretchedness, caused by the very humanity I was so willing to leave behind, I now wish for them. I wish for his ... | |
[WP] The Kepler telescope discovers a massive Earth-like planet not far from out Solar system. The returning images are stunning. Suddenly, the planet's eyes open. | I was going to be famous.
First discoverer of a new planet. Maybe they would name it after me. Joshia. Josharia. Joshed. No. That last one was already taken.
I focused the powerful telescope's optics. It seemed to be a barren planet. Probably tectonically active based on the couple mountains that appeared... | Professor Shikashi smiled brightly as he glanced through the heavens. It was the only time that he felt like himself. Other people would come to visit the Observatory from time to time, especially in a few weeks when the yearly festival was conducted. It was interesting, really. He always challenged that group of child... | |
[WP] Marines don't die. They just go to hell and regroup. | **Remote Space Station**
**Surface of Mars**
Doomguy stood, looking into the portal before him. Surely it led straight into the depths of hell.
Silent, he stepped into the portal, and emerged in front of quite an amazing spectacle.
All around him, men and women in various uniforms were fighting the infinite number... | "Welcome new recruits, as you may have realized you all died.
But death is not the end, it used to be but then the invaders came, God fought them off but could only ever reach a stalemate as he can't leave the universe unguarded to pursue them and can't send his minions as they do not posses free will. This is where ... | |
[WP] Marines don't die. They just go to hell and regroup. | “Get over here, Lance Corporal Chase.” Sgt. Gonzalez barked. One by one Marines began to appear outside the gates of hell.
“Fuck that, dude. Pretty sure my contract doesn’t extend past death. Plus, I was about to EOS in a couple months anyway.” I retorted.
“Godammit, you heinous piece of shit! I said get your ... | "Welcome new recruits, as you may have realized you all died.
But death is not the end, it used to be but then the invaders came, God fought them off but could only ever reach a stalemate as he can't leave the universe unguarded to pursue them and can't send his minions as they do not posses free will. This is where ... | |
[WP] Marines don't die. They just go to hell and regroup. | Lcpl. Stockton had just arrived. Last thing he was on a routine patrol when his MRAP ran over an IED. Now the smell of ash, brimstone and misery filled his nose- not all that different from Iraq to be honest.
"HEY SHIT FOR BRAINS! WHY AREN'T YOU IN FORMATION YOU KNUCKLEFUCK!?" The sound of an NCO yelling instantly fi... | It happened quick, but apparently I didn't deserve it. I stood before what could only be described as the maws a once enormous carnivore. Through which everyone around me walked like they had no choice. No awareness. Only I stood still, looking around at my surroundings. Trying to figure where I was.
"Hey." I reached... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | It's difficult to explain just how terrifying a home invasion is.
When men breach the walls of your house, there's just this godawful sense of a loss of privacy. It's sickening really. You can spend years building the perfect place for you and your family, hidden away from the ravages of a cruel, dark, and unforgivin... | I took a deep breath, and felt the muzzle against my temple. I closed my eyes, and counted down the last seconds of life.
It's funny how everything comes closer when you approach death. The world around you seems more real, more important. I suppose the brain is trying to search for a way out, or trying to consider a... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | (Sorry for the bad formatting, I don't quite understand it just yet.)
**First reddit post, so here we go:**
We are the damned,
the forgotten, the doomed.
Our journey is long,
no rest and little food.
Our captor he treks,
mile upon mile.
Upon his face,
a crazed, deranged smile.
On his cape,
he bares an al... | I took a deep breath, and felt the muzzle against my temple. I closed my eyes, and counted down the last seconds of life.
It's funny how everything comes closer when you approach death. The world around you seems more real, more important. I suppose the brain is trying to search for a way out, or trying to consider a... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | Entranced, I watched the moonlight flicker over the soft ebony ripples on the lake. I listened to the soft murmur of the conifers in the wind, broken occasionally by the yelps and howls of a nearby pack of coyotes. Above, the stars shone down, bathing the world in a soft, silver glow.
"Wow" I whispered to myself "Ther... | I took a deep breath, and felt the muzzle against my temple. I closed my eyes, and counted down the last seconds of life.
It's funny how everything comes closer when you approach death. The world around you seems more real, more important. I suppose the brain is trying to search for a way out, or trying to consider a... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | It's difficult to explain just how terrifying a home invasion is.
When men breach the walls of your house, there's just this godawful sense of a loss of privacy. It's sickening really. You can spend years building the perfect place for you and your family, hidden away from the ravages of a cruel, dark, and unforgivin... | "You know, I've had a lot of time to think about this, what I was gonna say before it all ended, and I couldn't come up with anything. " The elderly man said, finishing with a laugh. He flexed his hands, the leather cuffs on his wrists groaned and creaked, he wasn't trying to escape, he had long ago accepted his future... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | (Sorry for the bad formatting, I don't quite understand it just yet.)
**First reddit post, so here we go:**
We are the damned,
the forgotten, the doomed.
Our journey is long,
no rest and little food.
Our captor he treks,
mile upon mile.
Upon his face,
a crazed, deranged smile.
On his cape,
he bares an al... | "You know, I've had a lot of time to think about this, what I was gonna say before it all ended, and I couldn't come up with anything. " The elderly man said, finishing with a laugh. He flexed his hands, the leather cuffs on his wrists groaned and creaked, he wasn't trying to escape, he had long ago accepted his future... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | Entranced, I watched the moonlight flicker over the soft ebony ripples on the lake. I listened to the soft murmur of the conifers in the wind, broken occasionally by the yelps and howls of a nearby pack of coyotes. Above, the stars shone down, bathing the world in a soft, silver glow.
"Wow" I whispered to myself "Ther... | "You know, I've had a lot of time to think about this, what I was gonna say before it all ended, and I couldn't come up with anything. " The elderly man said, finishing with a laugh. He flexed his hands, the leather cuffs on his wrists groaned and creaked, he wasn't trying to escape, he had long ago accepted his future... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | The fluorescent light droned above, filling the stale and cold air.
Red fluid wept across the white floor, trailing to its source: Jack. Lying on the floor. Blood. So much, and still coming. Linda stood a few feet away. Blue eyes. Colder than winter, sharper than the reddened knife in her hand.
His thoughts were goin... | So you found me, well I must say I didn't think you had it in you. But then again, what am I saying you and I we are so much a like. The only difference between you and I is that i have the balls to do what you won't. I make you a person of action. Just look at what i have done now. Yes the walls are covered with blo... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | I picked up my well worn knife and slouched against the wall, looking over the man tied to a simple, rusty metal chair with no cushion.
"Hey, hey sir!" He said, directing his attention to me. He'd been going on for hours now, and I couldn't tell whether it was amusing or annoying.
"Are you even listening to me! Wher... | So you found me, well I must say I didn't think you had it in you. But then again, what am I saying you and I we are so much a like. The only difference between you and I is that i have the balls to do what you won't. I make you a person of action. Just look at what i have done now. Yes the walls are covered with blo... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | The fluorescent light droned above, filling the stale and cold air.
Red fluid wept across the white floor, trailing to its source: Jack. Lying on the floor. Blood. So much, and still coming. Linda stood a few feet away. Blue eyes. Colder than winter, sharper than the reddened knife in her hand.
His thoughts were goin... | 'So you've come back Esmerelda...' Guillere lifted the cup as he gazed out at the Parisian Latin quarter.
Esmerelda shuffled uncomfortably.
'I've got bad news- I know you're pregnant. I know you've taken the test at your house- do you think I could be the father?
Esmerelda shrieked in horror before Guillere gestured f... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | The fluorescent light droned above, filling the stale and cold air.
Red fluid wept across the white floor, trailing to its source: Jack. Lying on the floor. Blood. So much, and still coming. Linda stood a few feet away. Blue eyes. Colder than winter, sharper than the reddened knife in her hand.
His thoughts were goin... | He's coming. I knew he was gaining on me as quickly as the wind. But there was no way I could let him have me.
"You should stop," you had said it before hell broke and I should have listened. However, it was no use dwelling on the past now.
You're gone. The facilities were burned down and everyone else were laying de... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | I picked up my well worn knife and slouched against the wall, looking over the man tied to a simple, rusty metal chair with no cushion.
"Hey, hey sir!" He said, directing his attention to me. He'd been going on for hours now, and I couldn't tell whether it was amusing or annoying.
"Are you even listening to me! Wher... | "I-- I didn't mean to do it!"
The short man approached the kneeling woman with eyes of dissonant fury. A calm within the tempest of anger he felt.
"I just want a second chance!"
He blinked, even as memories of a naked, prostate man laid in a bed flooded him.
"We all make mistakes, don't we?"
Another step forward. ... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | "Oh you're here!", she exclaimed in a raspy voice. She always seemed so cheery, even near the end.
"Why does this have to happen during the holidays?" she asked.
There was so much that I wanted to say but I couldn't find the words. I'd pictured the scenario in my head a thousand times, maybe more. I always pictured ... | "I-- I didn't mean to do it!"
The short man approached the kneeling woman with eyes of dissonant fury. A calm within the tempest of anger he felt.
"I just want a second chance!"
He blinked, even as memories of a naked, prostate man laid in a bed flooded him.
"We all make mistakes, don't we?"
Another step forward. ... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | I picked up my well worn knife and slouched against the wall, looking over the man tied to a simple, rusty metal chair with no cushion.
"Hey, hey sir!" He said, directing his attention to me. He'd been going on for hours now, and I couldn't tell whether it was amusing or annoying.
"Are you even listening to me! Wher... | "Is this what you want? Why? Why are you doing this?? I was only doing MY JOB!!" It seemed that no matter how much I tried to reason with him he wouldn't listen. He just sat there, staring at me. I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was 10:45. We had been here for 6 hours now. Tonight I just wanted to com... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | I picked up my well worn knife and slouched against the wall, looking over the man tied to a simple, rusty metal chair with no cushion.
"Hey, hey sir!" He said, directing his attention to me. He'd been going on for hours now, and I couldn't tell whether it was amusing or annoying.
"Are you even listening to me! Wher... | It might have been a sound, or a light? Perhaps it was the warm stickness crowding his elbow. Whatever it was, he slowly awoken as a sense of wrongness grew. His breath labored as he fought off the panic. Had he forgotten something? Had one of them wet the bed? Was it something so simple? It felt so much more sinister.... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | "Oh you're here!", she exclaimed in a raspy voice. She always seemed so cheery, even near the end.
"Why does this have to happen during the holidays?" she asked.
There was so much that I wanted to say but I couldn't find the words. I'd pictured the scenario in my head a thousand times, maybe more. I always pictured ... | It might have been a sound, or a light? Perhaps it was the warm stickness crowding his elbow. Whatever it was, he slowly awoken as a sense of wrongness grew. His breath labored as he fought off the panic. Had he forgotten something? Had one of them wet the bed? Was it something so simple? It felt so much more sinister.... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | "Oh you're here!", she exclaimed in a raspy voice. She always seemed so cheery, even near the end.
"Why does this have to happen during the holidays?" she asked.
There was so much that I wanted to say but I couldn't find the words. I'd pictured the scenario in my head a thousand times, maybe more. I always pictured ... | “Look at us...Look at us man...Look at where we are...what we’ve become! Look at what YOU’VE become! A fucking murderer. Thats right, I said it. You're a no-good low-down piece-a-shit backstabbing MURDERER! *Sniff sniff* You can try to justify it anyway you want motherfucker but you knew when we took that job together.... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | Was he still following me? I couldn't hear the sound of footsteps behind me over my own ragged breathing. I had no choice but to keep pushing myself to get out of the alleyway as fast as I could. I could see a streetlight ahead. Maybe if I could just get to the light, someone would see me, and my perpetrator would turn... | “Look at us...Look at us man...Look at where we are...what we’ve become! Look at what YOU’VE become! A fucking murderer. Thats right, I said it. You're a no-good low-down piece-a-shit backstabbing MURDERER! *Sniff sniff* You can try to justify it anyway you want motherfucker but you knew when we took that job together.... | |
[WP] Write out a murder scene where the victim is the only one speaking, but have the murderer speak one word in the end that justifies the murder. | "Oh you're here!", she exclaimed in a raspy voice. She always seemed so cheery, even near the end.
"Why does this have to happen during the holidays?" she asked.
There was so much that I wanted to say but I couldn't find the words. I'd pictured the scenario in my head a thousand times, maybe more. I always pictured ... | Through the window, that's where he came in from.
Broken, shattered glass, I woke up startled from my sleep. I heard the crash and got up, wishing I had bought that gun I was looking at in Wal-Mart yesterday.
At least my wife was on a business trip. She was safe.
Just as luckily, Sammy was staying at Amanda's tonig... | |
[WP] My name is Lucifer, the Defender of Man, and this is my story. | Doesn't fit the criteria of the defender of man, but I've had this Lucifer genesis short laying around for almost a year now, and don't think I will wait for another opportunity to share:
Did it hurt? Does anybody ever wonder? Did it hurt when I fell? Yes. In more ways than you could ever possibly understand.
Imagin... | Everyone thinks great power comes from great force. Indeed, it does, from the perspective of a imperceptible dot on a planetary surface. However, true power has always been with the great changers of our world: those who could alter our perspective enough to have allowed for the great Wisdom Life has attained.
The Gr... | |
[WP] My name is Lucifer, the Defender of Man, and this is my story. | Who is Man, and what does he want?
Ever since you were born, what have you really wanted? Has it ever really been to share, to serve, to sacrifice? Search deep. All along, you've been taught these things against your nature, against the nature of Man. You've suppressed who you truly are.
Man is strong. Man is capable... | As Lucifer, I really get a bad rap. The bible treats me as such a bad guy and a hard ass. Let me tell you what I really do. you aren't going to like it or believe it but I'm going to tell you anyway.
A while back, God gave man (and when I say man I mean men and women. I flipped a coin and the chicks lost....... As us... | |
[WP] There is a seashell rumored to contain, not the sound of the sea, but the voice of a god. You are an atheist. When you pick up the shell, you hear a voice. | "Mama tells me that when you pick up a seashell, you can hear the ocean!" Jeremy exclaimed, thrusting forward a small conch shell in his small grubby hands.
I thoughtfully took the shell, turning it over in my hand. "Sweetie, mama is wrong. What you are actually hearing is the sound of rushing blood in your ear echoi... | The shell didn't look much different than any of the others. It was actually pretty average in appearance. It's sand covered surface was scratched and faded with its long fought battle with the sea and the sun. There wasn't really anything special about it. I could have just as easily picked a different conch, but this... | |
[WP] There is a seashell rumored to contain, not the sound of the sea, but the voice of a god. You are an atheist. When you pick up the shell, you hear a voice. | The voice whispers, "It's really late, go to your room... I'll be waiting."
Confused, I ask, "Why? Are you real?"
I hear the most calming voice say, "Yes, I am here to help you. People shouldn't know about this, and it's safe in your room."
As I lower the shell and head toward my room, I see my nurse glaring at me, ... | The shell didn't look much different than any of the others. It was actually pretty average in appearance. It's sand covered surface was scratched and faded with its long fought battle with the sea and the sun. There wasn't really anything special about it. I could have just as easily picked a different conch, but this... | |
[WP] A ghost/demon is attempting to possess your body. This is your last-ditch effort to talk them out of it. | "OK, I'm sure we can come to some sort of deal where you do not consume my soul and possess my body."
"We've already been through the contract you signed a decade ago to pass your midterms *seven times*. I'm becoming peeved and am only agreeing to continue this as you included a renegotiation clause in the contract. ... | Uncensored - Key & Peele – Georgina and Esther an…: http://youtu.be/a-C9q-Na6_w | |
[WP] A ghost/demon is attempting to possess your body. This is your last-ditch effort to talk them out of it. | "OK, I'm sure we can come to some sort of deal where you do not consume my soul and possess my body."
"We've already been through the contract you signed a decade ago to pass your midterms *seven times*. I'm becoming peeved and am only agreeing to continue this as you included a renegotiation clause in the contract. ... | "What do you want with my body? I'm worthless! I'm weak and out of shape!" I plead, as my skin necrotizes slowly up my arms. I can feel something cold gripping the back of my neck and head, slowly encompassing my entirety.
*We have our reasons. Submit, relief yourself of struggle.*
"What possible reasons could you ... | |
[WP] A ghost/demon is attempting to possess your body. This is your last-ditch effort to talk them out of it. | Quesadillas. Just so many quesadillas. This had to work. It was my last-resort- to take myself down with that stupid ghost.
She insisted my vessel would do so many times. Heh. We'll see about that today. Oh and talking her out of it? I'm telling you, I don't even need to talk.
She starts monologuing like some disne... | "What do you want with my body? I'm worthless! I'm weak and out of shape!" I plead, as my skin necrotizes slowly up my arms. I can feel something cold gripping the back of my neck and head, slowly encompassing my entirety.
*We have our reasons. Submit, relief yourself of struggle.*
"What possible reasons could you ... | |
[WP] A ghost/demon is attempting to possess your body. This is your last-ditch effort to talk them out of it. | "And now, foolish mortal, the demon Azozog is here to take your soul! Your pentacle could not hold me! Now you are mine!"
The multi-tentacled creature from hell hovered close to Brian. Brian clapped his hands together with a wide grin. "Great! Come on then, hurry up!"
Azozog paused, one tentacle hovering in front of ... | "What do you want with my body? I'm worthless! I'm weak and out of shape!" I plead, as my skin necrotizes slowly up my arms. I can feel something cold gripping the back of my neck and head, slowly encompassing my entirety.
*We have our reasons. Submit, relief yourself of struggle.*
"What possible reasons could you ... | |
[WP] A ghost/demon is attempting to possess your body. This is your last-ditch effort to talk them out of it. | "And now, foolish mortal, the demon Azozog is here to take your soul! Your pentacle could not hold me! Now you are mine!"
The multi-tentacled creature from hell hovered close to Brian. Brian clapped his hands together with a wide grin. "Great! Come on then, hurry up!"
Azozog paused, one tentacle hovering in front of ... | Quesadillas. Just so many quesadillas. This had to work. It was my last-resort- to take myself down with that stupid ghost.
She insisted my vessel would do so many times. Heh. We'll see about that today. Oh and talking her out of it? I'm telling you, I don't even need to talk.
She starts monologuing like some disne... | |
[WP]Hostel alien forces come to Earth to strip it of its natural resources, only to find that everything's almost used up, an now they can't salvage enough materials to leave orbit. | Light it bro.
Myuani lights Yuios big fat space joint. Myuani is on his shift so he can't be too high, and not only that, they use it to fuel their space hostel. Myuani floats back to the reception, where it smells like weed. "When will we arrive?" a guest asks. "Just a couple minutes left"
The earth tour, hostel a... | The aliens showed up on a balmayy Tuesdayy in July. They came to take some shit, but there wasn't enough or something. Then they just decided to get baked and ride around in ufos, chanting "ayy lmao"
Then everyone died, and someone woke up because it was all a dream FIN | |
[WP]Hostel alien forces come to Earth to strip it of its natural resources, only to find that everything's almost used up, an now they can't salvage enough materials to leave orbit. | Light it bro.
Myuani lights Yuios big fat space joint. Myuani is on his shift so he can't be too high, and not only that, they use it to fuel their space hostel. Myuani floats back to the reception, where it smells like weed. "When will we arrive?" a guest asks. "Just a couple minutes left"
The earth tour, hostel a... | An alien named Hans showed up last week.
Dude, I shit you not, the alien's name is straight-up "Hans". He says he's from a "Hostel race", like they just kind of... (I dunno... backpack?) from planet to planet on some kind of interstellar Spring Break or whatever. And now he won't leave because he says he needs to get ... | |
[WP] Sometime in the future, everything that can kill a human as of today has been cured, yet people still die. What kills them? | Life is boring. I've been alive for over 100 years. So boring. Ever since they cured death everything changed. Production slowed down as people realized that they could take their time on things, they didn't have to rush to make the most of their lives because they literally had all the time in the world. We no longer ... | The suicide age was one hundred in america. In other country it ranged from seventy to fifty. At first it had simply been a recommendation. Propaganda lined the streets encouraging the elderly to take there lives to make room for the young. But once it became apparent that the masses weren't going to do it voluntar... | |
[WP] Sometime in the future, everything that can kill a human as of today has been cured, yet people still die. What kills them? | We cured cancer. We cured AIDS. Ebola is only a memory. Heart attacks, diabetes, everything. There was celebration. We were heroes. The world gathered in stadiums and concert halls in every city in the world, to watch a special broadcast celebrating our achievement. We offered free food, free beer, free transportation ... | The suicide age was one hundred in america. In other country it ranged from seventy to fifty. At first it had simply been a recommendation. Propaganda lined the streets encouraging the elderly to take there lives to make room for the young. But once it became apparent that the masses weren't going to do it voluntar... | |
[WP] Sometime in the future, everything that can kill a human as of today has been cured, yet people still die. What kills them? | Life is boring. I've been alive for over 100 years. So boring. Ever since they cured death everything changed. Production slowed down as people realized that they could take their time on things, they didn't have to rush to make the most of their lives because they literally had all the time in the world. We no longer ... | I walked across the road carelessly, not even bothering to look. It's not like it'd matter if a car hit me - I'd just get straight back up. It has been centuries since a human has been killed by a car. It just doesn't happen.
I reached the factory I worked in and swung the door open. I strolled in just in time to see ... | |
[WP] Sometime in the future, everything that can kill a human as of today has been cured, yet people still die. What kills them? | We don't really die, you see.
That all ended long ago.
But we've long since stopped living too.
Days pass unnoticed,
Unmarked.
Eventually we just
Stop.
The heart keeps beating,
Blood keeps pumping through the veins.
But we just lie in our beds.
Staring at the ceiling.
Looking for patterns that aren't there.
| I walked across the road carelessly, not even bothering to look. It's not like it'd matter if a car hit me - I'd just get straight back up. It has been centuries since a human has been killed by a car. It just doesn't happen.
I reached the factory I worked in and swung the door open. I strolled in just in time to see ... | |
[WP] Sometime in the future, everything that can kill a human as of today has been cured, yet people still die. What kills them? | We cured cancer. We cured AIDS. Ebola is only a memory. Heart attacks, diabetes, everything. There was celebration. We were heroes. The world gathered in stadiums and concert halls in every city in the world, to watch a special broadcast celebrating our achievement. We offered free food, free beer, free transportation ... | I walked across the road carelessly, not even bothering to look. It's not like it'd matter if a car hit me - I'd just get straight back up. It has been centuries since a human has been killed by a car. It just doesn't happen.
I reached the factory I worked in and swung the door open. I strolled in just in time to see ... | |
[WP] Sometime in the future, everything that can kill a human as of today has been cured, yet people still die. What kills them? | We cured cancer. We cured AIDS. Ebola is only a memory. Heart attacks, diabetes, everything. There was celebration. We were heroes. The world gathered in stadiums and concert halls in every city in the world, to watch a special broadcast celebrating our achievement. We offered free food, free beer, free transportation ... | Life is boring. I've been alive for over 100 years. So boring. Ever since they cured death everything changed. Production slowed down as people realized that they could take their time on things, they didn't have to rush to make the most of their lives because they literally had all the time in the world. We no longer ... | |
[WP] Sometime in the future, everything that can kill a human as of today has been cured, yet people still die. What kills them? | We cured cancer. We cured AIDS. Ebola is only a memory. Heart attacks, diabetes, everything. There was celebration. We were heroes. The world gathered in stadiums and concert halls in every city in the world, to watch a special broadcast celebrating our achievement. We offered free food, free beer, free transportation ... | We don't really die, you see.
That all ended long ago.
But we've long since stopped living too.
Days pass unnoticed,
Unmarked.
Eventually we just
Stop.
The heart keeps beating,
Blood keeps pumping through the veins.
But we just lie in our beds.
Staring at the ceiling.
Looking for patterns that aren't there.
| |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | My oh my, you simply can't do without me, can you? I've taken every piece of your life. Soon, without me, you will be nothing. Less than nothing. You are *reliant* on me. You *need* me. Without me you couldn't eat, you couldn't sleep, you couldn't live or die. You would lose everything. The best part? I am so fragile, ... | I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | Here sits a cup, an ordinary cup by any name and by looks, but it is all but ordinary. You see, this cup is mine and I cherish it, yet there’s something quite off about it. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it creeps into my thoughts at night, when I’m trying to fall asleep. Its shape, its weight and the way it fi... | I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | The knife is rusty. Old blood on old steel. It was found on a cobbled Whitechapel street. Now it sits, softly lit, in a display case. They come from all around to see it. The awe in their eyes make him immortal. | I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | From the tip down to the wooden handle. It glinted in the dark, catching the light on the blade. Her hands held it delicately, like an artist's pen.
And me, her canvas.
| I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | The anticipation builds, and I begin to tense up. The seemingly innocent music winds down, it seems to taunt me as I sit-POP- my heart pounds, I wind the box back up to see if he still comes.... | I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | *Crash*
Through bleary eyes, you glance up from your bed and out the bedroom door into pitch darkness. Your voice catches in your throat as you try to call out - *is anyone there?* The words fail you.
Shuffling in the living room confirms your half-conscious suspicions. You are too paralyzed from sleep to move or rea... | I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | Millions lie dead before it. An abomination of wood and steel, it spews forth hellfire and metallic shrapnel, leaving the stench of sulfur followed by the scent of death; silencing world leaders, peasants, priests and criminals. It does not discriminate. Dictators and warlords harness this beast to sow death and discor... | I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | A series of bumps and yells brought me running out into the hallway.
"Son," said Father, crumpled up at the foot of the stairs, "I told you to put your toys away..."
Blood trickled down his face as I plucked out the little yellow brick that had been embedded in his heel. | I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | Its teeth were jagged, waiting to taste the tender flesh of her scalp. They gleamed in the light as the creature bid its time, sitting flat against the marble countertop. Most men were unsuspecting, it seemed only Amber knew its true intentions. Soaring through the air, it latched onto her head as she screamed and thra... | I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | One little switch. A lone complex of circuits and wires giving more power than I'd ever wanted to contemplate. That stale sterile scent hung on the back of my nose into my throat. I tried to swallow the dust gathering in my mouth. I looked back up.
"Sir, it will be your choice to take her off of life support." | I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | "You want me...you know you want me...", I heard them call to me. Their smell so addictive, so tantalizing. Skinny, white, small, yet so powerful. I couldn't get them out of my head. They could rot me from the inside and take over my body, yet their call was so enticing that I couldn't step away.
But I was smoke fre... | I'm used to hearing voices in my head. That's normal for me. This psychadelic staring contest, though, was something... *unnatural*.
The unbareable ticking so obnoxious; like a constant clicking of the teeth.
The hands turning in circles. Psychadelic. It was driving me crazy!
"Do it." One of the voices in my head b... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | My oh my, you simply can't do without me, can you? I've taken every piece of your life. Soon, without me, you will be nothing. Less than nothing. You are *reliant* on me. You *need* me. Without me you couldn't eat, you couldn't sleep, you couldn't live or die. You would lose everything. The best part? I am so fragile, ... | There she lies. Often a vibrant and wonderful attachment. I have come to understand it so, to know just how to make her sing.
Motionless. Silence. Into the black where the darkness will envelop you.
Until the next time I wish to strum you. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | Here sits a cup, an ordinary cup by any name and by looks, but it is all but ordinary. You see, this cup is mine and I cherish it, yet there’s something quite off about it. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it creeps into my thoughts at night, when I’m trying to fall asleep. Its shape, its weight and the way it fi... | There she lies. Often a vibrant and wonderful attachment. I have come to understand it so, to know just how to make her sing.
Motionless. Silence. Into the black where the darkness will envelop you.
Until the next time I wish to strum you. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | The knife is rusty. Old blood on old steel. It was found on a cobbled Whitechapel street. Now it sits, softly lit, in a display case. They come from all around to see it. The awe in their eyes make him immortal. | There she lies. Often a vibrant and wonderful attachment. I have come to understand it so, to know just how to make her sing.
Motionless. Silence. Into the black where the darkness will envelop you.
Until the next time I wish to strum you. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | From the tip down to the wooden handle. It glinted in the dark, catching the light on the blade. Her hands held it delicately, like an artist's pen.
And me, her canvas.
| There she lies. Often a vibrant and wonderful attachment. I have come to understand it so, to know just how to make her sing.
Motionless. Silence. Into the black where the darkness will envelop you.
Until the next time I wish to strum you. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | The anticipation builds, and I begin to tense up. The seemingly innocent music winds down, it seems to taunt me as I sit-POP- my heart pounds, I wind the box back up to see if he still comes.... | There she lies. Often a vibrant and wonderful attachment. I have come to understand it so, to know just how to make her sing.
Motionless. Silence. Into the black where the darkness will envelop you.
Until the next time I wish to strum you. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | *Crash*
Through bleary eyes, you glance up from your bed and out the bedroom door into pitch darkness. Your voice catches in your throat as you try to call out - *is anyone there?* The words fail you.
Shuffling in the living room confirms your half-conscious suspicions. You are too paralyzed from sleep to move or rea... | There she lies. Often a vibrant and wonderful attachment. I have come to understand it so, to know just how to make her sing.
Motionless. Silence. Into the black where the darkness will envelop you.
Until the next time I wish to strum you. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | Millions lie dead before it. An abomination of wood and steel, it spews forth hellfire and metallic shrapnel, leaving the stench of sulfur followed by the scent of death; silencing world leaders, peasants, priests and criminals. It does not discriminate. Dictators and warlords harness this beast to sow death and discor... | There she lies. Often a vibrant and wonderful attachment. I have come to understand it so, to know just how to make her sing.
Motionless. Silence. Into the black where the darkness will envelop you.
Until the next time I wish to strum you. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | A series of bumps and yells brought me running out into the hallway.
"Son," said Father, crumpled up at the foot of the stairs, "I told you to put your toys away..."
Blood trickled down his face as I plucked out the little yellow brick that had been embedded in his heel. | There she lies. Often a vibrant and wonderful attachment. I have come to understand it so, to know just how to make her sing.
Motionless. Silence. Into the black where the darkness will envelop you.
Until the next time I wish to strum you. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | Its teeth were jagged, waiting to taste the tender flesh of her scalp. They gleamed in the light as the creature bid its time, sitting flat against the marble countertop. Most men were unsuspecting, it seemed only Amber knew its true intentions. Soaring through the air, it latched onto her head as she screamed and thra... | There she lies. Often a vibrant and wonderful attachment. I have come to understand it so, to know just how to make her sing.
Motionless. Silence. Into the black where the darkness will envelop you.
Until the next time I wish to strum you. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | One little switch. A lone complex of circuits and wires giving more power than I'd ever wanted to contemplate. That stale sterile scent hung on the back of my nose into my throat. I tried to swallow the dust gathering in my mouth. I looked back up.
"Sir, it will be your choice to take her off of life support." | There she lies. Often a vibrant and wonderful attachment. I have come to understand it so, to know just how to make her sing.
Motionless. Silence. Into the black where the darkness will envelop you.
Until the next time I wish to strum you. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | Here sits a cup, an ordinary cup by any name and by looks, but it is all but ordinary. You see, this cup is mine and I cherish it, yet there’s something quite off about it. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it creeps into my thoughts at night, when I’m trying to fall asleep. Its shape, its weight and the way it fi... | Where the door had once stood minutes ago, a gaping hole now called out to the children. The hinge was ripped off, the door in pieces to the side, the outer screen door still smacking against the rotted wood lining John's porch. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | From the tip down to the wooden handle. It glinted in the dark, catching the light on the blade. Her hands held it delicately, like an artist's pen.
And me, her canvas.
| Where the door had once stood minutes ago, a gaping hole now called out to the children. The hinge was ripped off, the door in pieces to the side, the outer screen door still smacking against the rotted wood lining John's porch. | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | The anticipation builds, and I begin to tense up. The seemingly innocent music winds down, it seems to taunt me as I sit-POP- my heart pounds, I wind the box back up to see if he still comes.... | Where the door had once stood minutes ago, a gaping hole now called out to the children. The hinge was ripped off, the door in pieces to the side, the outer screen door still smacking against the rotted wood lining John's porch. |
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