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[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... | 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. | 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... | 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. | 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. | 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. | 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... | 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. | 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." | 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. | 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... | It is enormous and terrifying. Mostly it just sits in silence, quietly brooding in its resting place, waiting to be unleashed. When the moment comes, it emerges from its hiding place, sending animals and small children scurrying away, trying to escape the deafening noises it creates, afraid one of them will be its next... | |
[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.... | It is enormous and terrifying. Mostly it just sits in silence, quietly brooding in its resting place, waiting to be unleashed. When the moment comes, it emerges from its hiding place, sending animals and small children scurrying away, trying to escape the deafening noises it creates, afraid one of them will be its next... | |
[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... | It is enormous and terrifying. Mostly it just sits in silence, quietly brooding in its resting place, waiting to be unleashed. When the moment comes, it emerges from its hiding place, sending animals and small children scurrying away, trying to escape the deafening noises it creates, afraid one of them will be its next... | |
[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. | It is enormous and terrifying. Mostly it just sits in silence, quietly brooding in its resting place, waiting to be unleashed. When the moment comes, it emerges from its hiding place, sending animals and small children scurrying away, trying to escape the deafening noises it creates, afraid one of them will be its next... | |
[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... | It is enormous and terrifying. Mostly it just sits in silence, quietly brooding in its resting place, waiting to be unleashed. When the moment comes, it emerges from its hiding place, sending animals and small children scurrying away, trying to escape the deafening noises it creates, afraid one of them will be its next... | |
[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... | One drink.
It’s been 23 years. What do I left to prove? I can do it… I DID it. Who even knows if it will still be an issue?
It’s just an airplane bottle, that’s 2 drinks tops. Scotch – and not that paint varnish either but the good stuff – 18 year.
I am not a bad person. Not a fucking loser. I am stronger than this.... | |
[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... | One drink.
It’s been 23 years. What do I left to prove? I can do it… I DID it. Who even knows if it will still be an issue?
It’s just an airplane bottle, that’s 2 drinks tops. Scotch – and not that paint varnish either but the good stuff – 18 year.
I am not a bad person. Not a fucking loser. I am stronger than this.... | |
[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. | One drink.
It’s been 23 years. What do I left to prove? I can do it… I DID it. Who even knows if it will still be an issue?
It’s just an airplane bottle, that’s 2 drinks tops. Scotch – and not that paint varnish either but the good stuff – 18 year.
I am not a bad person. Not a fucking loser. I am stronger than this.... | |
[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... | One drink.
It’s been 23 years. What do I left to prove? I can do it… I DID it. Who even knows if it will still be an issue?
It’s just an airplane bottle, that’s 2 drinks tops. Scotch – and not that paint varnish either but the good stuff – 18 year.
I am not a bad person. Not a fucking loser. I am stronger than this.... | |
[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... | The room was dark and the air near suffocating as I entered. All that could be heard was a dull pattering of water on rock as drop after drop leaked from one corner of the cracked ceiling.
The sole fixture of the cell was a pair of rust ridden shackles which hung lifeless from a chain at its center-- blood staining t... | |
[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... | The room was dark and the air near suffocating as I entered. All that could be heard was a dull pattering of water on rock as drop after drop leaked from one corner of the cracked ceiling.
The sole fixture of the cell was a pair of rust ridden shackles which hung lifeless from a chain at its center-- blood staining t... | |
[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. | The room was dark and the air near suffocating as I entered. All that could be heard was a dull pattering of water on rock as drop after drop leaked from one corner of the cracked ceiling.
The sole fixture of the cell was a pair of rust ridden shackles which hung lifeless from a chain at its center-- blood staining t... | |
[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... | It was done; we were gone. Momma and me, at this house. "Halfway House" or something. We'd been here a week, and it was nice, ya know? Gonna go to a different school in a few weeks, Momma says, once my eye gets better and the doctor's say I don't need my skin medicine anymore.
She's not happy. Always jumpy, scared wh... | |
[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... | It was done; we were gone. Momma and me, at this house. "Halfway House" or something. We'd been here a week, and it was nice, ya know? Gonna go to a different school in a few weeks, Momma says, once my eye gets better and the doctor's say I don't need my skin medicine anymore.
She's not happy. Always jumpy, scared wh... | |
[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. | It was done; we were gone. Momma and me, at this house. "Halfway House" or something. We'd been here a week, and it was nice, ya know? Gonna go to a different school in a few weeks, Momma says, once my eye gets better and the doctor's say I don't need my skin medicine anymore.
She's not happy. Always jumpy, scared wh... | |
[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 was just looking for her car keys. Her and Dad left for the weekend and she said I could use them while she they were gone. I never expected to find something like this. I'll never see her the same way again.It was so big, so thick, and so, so slick. I touched it, and I'll never, ever lose the scar. | |
[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 was just looking for her car keys. Her and Dad left for the weekend and she said I could use them while she they were gone. I never expected to find something like this. I'll never see her the same way again.It was so big, so thick, and so, so slick. I touched it, and I'll never, ever lose the scar. | |
[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 was just looking for her car keys. Her and Dad left for the weekend and she said I could use them while she they were gone. I never expected to find something like this. I'll never see her the same way again.It was so big, so thick, and so, so slick. I touched it, and I'll never, ever lose the scar. | |
[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.
| 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, ... | |
[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.... | 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, ... | |
[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... | 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, ... | |
[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... | 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, ... | |
[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. | 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, ... | |
[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... | 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, ... | |
[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." | 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, ... | |
[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.
| 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. | |
[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.... | 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. | |
[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... | 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. | |
[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... | 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. | |
[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. | 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. | |
[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... | 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. | |
[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." | 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. | |
[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. | 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.
| |
[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... | 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.
| |
[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. | 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.... | |
[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... | 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.... | |
[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... | 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... | |
[FF] In 100 words or less, make an inanimate object seem frightening without it being haunted. | "I'll put it in later." I say with my hands, as my mother points disapprovingly at the aid on the table before me.
The little miracle (as the doctor says) will give me opportunties I would have never had before, a whole new sense in a much louder world.
A baby's laugh, music, my mother's voice.
I'm terrified of putt... | They keep exploding all around me. They won't stop. Just when I think it's over - there's another one! I can hear them, but I can't feel them. And the whole time, she just stands there - staring at me - with that same smile on her face. She braces her hands to clamp down on another one, and then like the hundreds ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | Death didn’t have the same acute sense of smell as humans. But on this mission across the universe to an island lay to waste in the Pacific, the scent of torched flesh did not escape him.
It was like a giant flattened his hand on the earth, and smeared his palm until he scrubbed a small part of humanity out of existen... | "It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it. Fate's got rules, y'know? Fate's got a plan, and that plan involves people dying. Everyone dies eventually. But him? He decided to take Fate into his own hands. Off himself, y'know? He upset a delicate balance that day, and hurt a lot of people. He was called Robin Williams... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | "The one life I regret taking the most?...
The first one ever, surely.
From that day on, I just had to keep doing it out of respect." | "It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it. Fate's got rules, y'know? Fate's got a plan, and that plan involves people dying. Everyone dies eventually. But him? He decided to take Fate into his own hands. Off himself, y'know? He upset a delicate balance that day, and hurt a lot of people. He was called Robin Williams... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | “Oh dear, where am I?”
YOU HAVE PASSED ON, MA’AM. I AM HEAR TO SHEP-
“What took you so long?”
WHAT?
“I said what took you so long, you lazy punk? I’ve been sitting around in that hellish hospice bed for three years getting sores and dealing with idiot nurses who steal my jewelry. I was out of my mind half the ti... | "It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it. Fate's got rules, y'know? Fate's got a plan, and that plan involves people dying. Everyone dies eventually. But him? He decided to take Fate into his own hands. Off himself, y'know? He upset a delicate balance that day, and hurt a lot of people. He was called Robin Williams... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | "It was so long ago when they entered into the universe."
Life listened intently to every word that crawled out of Death's mouth.
"I don't even believe the universe deserved them. But, it was as if the universe needed them. Before, it was so barren, so..."
Death's ancient memories were coming out of the corners ... | "It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it. Fate's got rules, y'know? Fate's got a plan, and that plan involves people dying. Everyone dies eventually. But him? He decided to take Fate into his own hands. Off himself, y'know? He upset a delicate balance that day, and hurt a lot of people. He was called Robin Williams... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | Death didn’t have the same acute sense of smell as humans. But on this mission across the universe to an island lay to waste in the Pacific, the scent of torched flesh did not escape him.
It was like a giant flattened his hand on the earth, and smeared his palm until he scrubbed a small part of humanity out of existen... | I was the last of the many humans before the sun ate the earth, engulfing it in flames and harmful rays. The last to arrive... Wherever I was. Blackness was all I saw, nothingness, a void, if you will. Rubbing my eyes, or where they were I guess, a light shone down onto a boney old man sitting upon a rock, with a grey ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | "The one life I regret taking the most?...
The first one ever, surely.
From that day on, I just had to keep doing it out of respect." | I was the last of the many humans before the sun ate the earth, engulfing it in flames and harmful rays. The last to arrive... Wherever I was. Blackness was all I saw, nothingness, a void, if you will. Rubbing my eyes, or where they were I guess, a light shone down onto a boney old man sitting upon a rock, with a grey ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | “Oh dear, where am I?”
YOU HAVE PASSED ON, MA’AM. I AM HEAR TO SHEP-
“What took you so long?”
WHAT?
“I said what took you so long, you lazy punk? I’ve been sitting around in that hellish hospice bed for three years getting sores and dealing with idiot nurses who steal my jewelry. I was out of my mind half the ti... | I was the last of the many humans before the sun ate the earth, engulfing it in flames and harmful rays. The last to arrive... Wherever I was. Blackness was all I saw, nothingness, a void, if you will. Rubbing my eyes, or where they were I guess, a light shone down onto a boney old man sitting upon a rock, with a grey ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | "It was so long ago when they entered into the universe."
Life listened intently to every word that crawled out of Death's mouth.
"I don't even believe the universe deserved them. But, it was as if the universe needed them. Before, it was so barren, so..."
Death's ancient memories were coming out of the corners ... | I was the last of the many humans before the sun ate the earth, engulfing it in flames and harmful rays. The last to arrive... Wherever I was. Blackness was all I saw, nothingness, a void, if you will. Rubbing my eyes, or where they were I guess, a light shone down onto a boney old man sitting upon a rock, with a grey ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | "I wondered how all of it would end." Rick the Reaper mused. "My money was always on nuclear war."
"Nope. I knew it wouldn't be that, honey." Rhonda disagreed. "Though, this is a surprise. I guess the big guy has a sense of humor after all." She'd only been reaping since the Black Plague. She was young for a reaper. "... | I was the last of the many humans before the sun ate the earth, engulfing it in flames and harmful rays. The last to arrive... Wherever I was. Blackness was all I saw, nothingness, a void, if you will. Rubbing my eyes, or where they were I guess, a light shone down onto a boney old man sitting upon a rock, with a grey ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | "The one life I regret taking the most?...
The first one ever, surely.
From that day on, I just had to keep doing it out of respect." | He was a good man, a man who dedicated his life to the happiness of others despite his own inability to reciprocate those feelings. People think of me as a cold and heartless character. I guess I am cold physically but I am definitely not heartless, I have to kill people you see, it's just the way of the universe. But ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | “Oh dear, where am I?”
YOU HAVE PASSED ON, MA’AM. I AM HEAR TO SHEP-
“What took you so long?”
WHAT?
“I said what took you so long, you lazy punk? I’ve been sitting around in that hellish hospice bed for three years getting sores and dealing with idiot nurses who steal my jewelry. I was out of my mind half the ti... | He was a good man, a man who dedicated his life to the happiness of others despite his own inability to reciprocate those feelings. People think of me as a cold and heartless character. I guess I am cold physically but I am definitely not heartless, I have to kill people you see, it's just the way of the universe. But ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | "It was so long ago when they entered into the universe."
Life listened intently to every word that crawled out of Death's mouth.
"I don't even believe the universe deserved them. But, it was as if the universe needed them. Before, it was so barren, so..."
Death's ancient memories were coming out of the corners ... | He was a good man, a man who dedicated his life to the happiness of others despite his own inability to reciprocate those feelings. People think of me as a cold and heartless character. I guess I am cold physically but I am definitely not heartless, I have to kill people you see, it's just the way of the universe. But ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | "I wondered how all of it would end." Rick the Reaper mused. "My money was always on nuclear war."
"Nope. I knew it wouldn't be that, honey." Rhonda disagreed. "Though, this is a surprise. I guess the big guy has a sense of humor after all." She'd only been reaping since the Black Plague. She was young for a reaper. "... | He was a good man, a man who dedicated his life to the happiness of others despite his own inability to reciprocate those feelings. People think of me as a cold and heartless character. I guess I am cold physically but I am definitely not heartless, I have to kill people you see, it's just the way of the universe. But ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | "You're not going to like my answer," the sallow man said while stirring his martini with a miniature plastic sword.
The bartender leaned over the counter almost pleadingly.
"Come on pal. You have me hooked. Least ya can do for a fella is answer just a few measly questions. Some come on - out with it, ok? Did you act... | He was a good man, a man who dedicated his life to the happiness of others despite his own inability to reciprocate those feelings. People think of me as a cold and heartless character. I guess I am cold physically but I am definitely not heartless, I have to kill people you see, it's just the way of the universe. But ... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | “Oh dear, where am I?”
YOU HAVE PASSED ON, MA’AM. I AM HEAR TO SHEP-
“What took you so long?”
WHAT?
“I said what took you so long, you lazy punk? I’ve been sitting around in that hellish hospice bed for three years getting sores and dealing with idiot nurses who steal my jewelry. I was out of my mind half the ti... | Death didn’t have the same acute sense of smell as humans. But on this mission across the universe to an island lay to waste in the Pacific, the scent of torched flesh did not escape him.
It was like a giant flattened his hand on the earth, and smeared his palm until he scrubbed a small part of humanity out of existen... | |
[WP] At the end of days, Death tells of the life He regretted taking the most. | "It was so long ago when they entered into the universe."
Life listened intently to every word that crawled out of Death's mouth.
"I don't even believe the universe deserved them. But, it was as if the universe needed them. Before, it was so barren, so..."
Death's ancient memories were coming out of the corners ... | "The one life I regret taking the most?...
The first one ever, surely.
From that day on, I just had to keep doing it out of respect." | |
I just watched a documentary on him. Every time I heard that robot voice, I couldn't help but think that anyone or anything could be talking for him. | [WP] Stephen Hawking doesn't control his voice box. He has been brain dead for years. | The office had gone quiet. Maybe I shouldn't have told him I knew. He sat there, staring at me.
"So. You. Found. Out. My. Secret. Well. Done. Clap. Clap. Clap."
*Did Stephen Hawking just admit that his voice wasn't... his voice?*
"Ah, yeah I do!" If I had been nervous before, I was losing it now. I really should hav... | *Why not just go out there and say those theories yourself?* you might ask. *Why let him claim all the fame and fortune?*
I'll tell you why. 1. I have all the fame and fortune I want and 2. My stupid brother is a stupid lil piece of shit who won't let me.
Anyway back to the matter of Hawking. Sure has a lot of fans,... |
[WP] While in deep meditation, an amateur psychic inadvertently links themselves with a cosmic entity. Their connection seems mutually beneficial, until the entity begins to realize that the psychic is slowly losing touch with reality, and cannot sever the connection. | A tiny feeling, at the edge of my being. Am I awake again? What is that?
It's like an annoying itch. Gah. It's a... I don't know what it is, but it's a small glowing little thing. Haven't seen one of them for a while. What do I do about the thing? I will grasp it.
*I'm not a thing! Let me go!*
What? Does it hear m... | The concepts of large and small became completely irrelevant at once. To begin, it was apparent to Joseph that there was some kind of a net as he understood. It connected all things perceivable by his five senses. As this thought passed, the constant need for those senses followed shortly. Life lost its original defini... | |
You can use this as a reference: http://i.imgur.com/YtsPPTK.png | [WP] After summoning a demon, you find yourself unable to make a deal. When you inquire why, the demon informs you that within your body, there is no soul. | "Animal sacrifice? Really?"
The dark purple-skinned demon stood before me in a blood painted pentagram. Large pointy horns jutted from his forehead and curved back over his head while his pointed tail swayed behind him.
"I'm mean, I'm not upset you chose me for the summoning, but it's...well sloppy, to be honest." he... | When I summoned the demon, it appeared as smoke darker than black itself. When it passed over the candles, it didn't extinguish them, only cloaked them in a thick layer of darkness. It may be hard to imagine, but there truly is another, more terrifying form of darkness. Void of a light, and completely distinguishable f... |
You can use this as a reference: http://i.imgur.com/YtsPPTK.png | [WP] After summoning a demon, you find yourself unable to make a deal. When you inquire why, the demon informs you that within your body, there is no soul. | "Wow. That was quick."
"Yeah well, you know. Too many people out and about. Holidays! *scoffs*"
"Alright well, s'pose I'll go ahead and give you the gist of it. You see, my father was a farmer--"
"Whoah. Whoooah, whoah. Hang on a tic."
"You don't do farmers?"
"No, I--what? Why would...Listen. Listen good. Did you... | When I summoned the demon, it appeared as smoke darker than black itself. When it passed over the candles, it didn't extinguish them, only cloaked them in a thick layer of darkness. It may be hard to imagine, but there truly is another, more terrifying form of darkness. Void of a light, and completely distinguishable f... |
You can use this as a reference: http://i.imgur.com/YtsPPTK.png | [WP] After summoning a demon, you find yourself unable to make a deal. When you inquire why, the demon informs you that within your body, there is no soul. | "Wow. That was quick."
"Yeah well, you know. Too many people out and about. Holidays! *scoffs*"
"Alright well, s'pose I'll go ahead and give you the gist of it. You see, my father was a farmer--"
"Whoah. Whoooah, whoah. Hang on a tic."
"You don't do farmers?"
"No, I--what? Why would...Listen. Listen good. Did you... | "Animal sacrifice? Really?"
The dark purple-skinned demon stood before me in a blood painted pentagram. Large pointy horns jutted from his forehead and curved back over his head while his pointed tail swayed behind him.
"I'm mean, I'm not upset you chose me for the summoning, but it's...well sloppy, to be honest." he... |
You can use this as a reference: http://i.imgur.com/YtsPPTK.png | [WP] After summoning a demon, you find yourself unable to make a deal. When you inquire why, the demon informs you that within your body, there is no soul. | “You,” I say, “don’t look much like a demon.”
The man – creature, being, whatever – in front of me quirks a little smile.
“What did you expect?”
“Well, horns, fire. Spikey tail, maybe some maggots. Shouldn’t there be brimstone? Not… this,” I say, vaguely waving my hands.
Ar gives a coy little shrug, fluttering h... | Used a slightly modified version of the prompt, where the human breaks the news to the demon. Also it's a continuation of [this story](http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/2qiyc7/wp_a_ghostdemon_is_attempting_to_possess_your/cn6s78q), you don't have to read it but it will make more sense. Criticism appreciat... |
You can use this as a reference: http://i.imgur.com/YtsPPTK.png | [WP] After summoning a demon, you find yourself unable to make a deal. When you inquire why, the demon informs you that within your body, there is no soul. | “You,” I say, “don’t look much like a demon.”
The man – creature, being, whatever – in front of me quirks a little smile.
“What did you expect?”
“Well, horns, fire. Spikey tail, maybe some maggots. Shouldn’t there be brimstone? Not… this,” I say, vaguely waving my hands.
Ar gives a coy little shrug, fluttering h... | It was a cold winter night outside. Inside, however, it felt like a warm summer day – and the thermostat was not to thank for that. James’ room was inexplicably heated by the crimson-skinned fiend standing in the middle of it. Its legs ended in hooves that were standing upon a glowing rune, and its face was not dissimi... |
You can use this as a reference: http://i.imgur.com/YtsPPTK.png | [WP] After summoning a demon, you find yourself unable to make a deal. When you inquire why, the demon informs you that within your body, there is no soul. | "But you're the seventh demon I've called, what do you mean I have no soul?"
"Simple as that, kid. You're void. An empty box. So we can't make a deal."
The demon floated within the confines of the chalk pentagram on the floor, it's essence blurred where it touched the invisible walls. It wore sunglasses, had an o... | "My dad? Really? For what?"
"Beer."
"Are you fucking kidding me? Beer?"
"It was really good beer."
"Wh..why didn't he just use his soul?"
"He already used it."
"That sonofabitch. Let me guess, also for beer?"
"Well, no."
"Fuck, then what?"
"Well, you see, your mother was unable to get pregnant. She was very de... |
[WP] A dyslexic Devil-worshiper sells his soul to Santa. | James sat quietly in the darkened broom closet. The flickering candle light traced the scars and wrinkles in his skin, the lines of ink crossing about his arms like veins without purpose. A circle scratched in the carpeted floor before him was filled with a bizarre set of strategically strewn items. The skull of a goat... | You wouldn't think that a jolly fat man who brings presents to little boys and girls would have so many enemies but he does. There are a ton of politics that go into being Santa, and for the past 10 years I've been his "repair man". I helping fix any problems that may arise. Labor disputes between elves, reindeer suppl... | |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | His deep brown eyes stared directly into mine. He was a gentle man who smelled faintly of fabric softener and cologne. His wavy brown hair was beginning to grey at the temples - giving him a refined older look.
"Breathe deep," he said in a rich baritone voice that eased the tension in my shoulders and neck.
I was lay... | Under the singular, swinging incandescent bulb, so dull in its daisy hue, did the water glisten, as if to grasp the moment on its short and rapid journey from the brass-end of the hose to the thick black towel. A symphony of sounds cascaded throughout the small room. In the pervasive dimness, the near absence of light ... |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | Shame to have to say this about the environmentalists, but they can’t see the forest for the trees.
They speak so desperately about what we need to do to Save the Earth. They are just as certain of their beliefs as were the doomsayers of a generation ago who desperately cited the steps we must take to avoid a new Ice ... | Under the singular, swinging incandescent bulb, so dull in its daisy hue, did the water glisten, as if to grasp the moment on its short and rapid journey from the brass-end of the hose to the thick black towel. A symphony of sounds cascaded throughout the small room. In the pervasive dimness, the near absence of light ... |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | His deep brown eyes stared directly into mine. He was a gentle man who smelled faintly of fabric softener and cologne. His wavy brown hair was beginning to grey at the temples - giving him a refined older look.
"Breathe deep," he said in a rich baritone voice that eased the tension in my shoulders and neck.
I was lay... | Like all good things everything must end. In the moment everything was bliss. Her hair so soft and smooth to the touch, it could make silk jealous. Her lips sweeter than sugar and her body more perfect than that of a Greek goddess. Her cries were like that of child that you just want to scoop up in your arms and hold t... |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | Shame to have to say this about the environmentalists, but they can’t see the forest for the trees.
They speak so desperately about what we need to do to Save the Earth. They are just as certain of their beliefs as were the doomsayers of a generation ago who desperately cited the steps we must take to avoid a new Ice ... | Like all good things everything must end. In the moment everything was bliss. Her hair so soft and smooth to the touch, it could make silk jealous. Her lips sweeter than sugar and her body more perfect than that of a Greek goddess. Her cries were like that of child that you just want to scoop up in your arms and hold t... |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | Shame to have to say this about the environmentalists, but they can’t see the forest for the trees.
They speak so desperately about what we need to do to Save the Earth. They are just as certain of their beliefs as were the doomsayers of a generation ago who desperately cited the steps we must take to avoid a new Ice ... | TL;DR is at the bottom for all too lazy too read
I used to work as a paramedic and ever since then my favorite body fluid has been blood. It's clean, it doesn't smell disgusting, it makes every person more or less equal and it represents life.
My psychiatrist keeps telling me that I am "obsessed" with blood and that ... |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | Shame to have to say this about the environmentalists, but they can’t see the forest for the trees.
They speak so desperately about what we need to do to Save the Earth. They are just as certain of their beliefs as were the doomsayers of a generation ago who desperately cited the steps we must take to avoid a new Ice ... | His teeth are white, his smile wide and surreal, mania in his eyes. If I could I would have often chosen his mania over his depressions. Because he would laugh so loudly, almost-innocent glee tinting his intense outburst. Metallic blue eyes that always seemed heavy and watered down, shine through his face, the alcoholi... |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | Her vibrant golden hair curls in on itself resting perfectly upon the deep satin red pillow beneath her head. She smiles up; that smile that seems to dance across her rose-hued lips. The light flows effortlessly as it pours over her perfectly smooth alabaster skin; every bit as beautiful as the day we met.
They've don... | I don’t remember falling, but I woke up at the bottom of a staircase. And I see the fire. I remember the heat, I was running from it. It’s up above and down below.
The building I’m in – I don’t even know what they use it for, the people I saw before. I had no business here. Every now and then I like to go into a rando... |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | Shame to have to say this about the environmentalists, but they can’t see the forest for the trees.
They speak so desperately about what we need to do to Save the Earth. They are just as certain of their beliefs as were the doomsayers of a generation ago who desperately cited the steps we must take to avoid a new Ice ... | I don’t remember falling, but I woke up at the bottom of a staircase. And I see the fire. I remember the heat, I was running from it. It’s up above and down below.
The building I’m in – I don’t even know what they use it for, the people I saw before. I had no business here. Every now and then I like to go into a rando... |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | Shame to have to say this about the environmentalists, but they can’t see the forest for the trees.
They speak so desperately about what we need to do to Save the Earth. They are just as certain of their beliefs as were the doomsayers of a generation ago who desperately cited the steps we must take to avoid a new Ice ... | Soaring, sweeping, swooping, gliding. A masterpiece of metalwork, crafted into perfection by a thousand years of technology, cruising, gliding, searing the air as it travels through.
After less than a single heartbeat, it finds its goal, its eternal partner in time. This partner itself is a masterpiece as well, an org... |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | Shame to have to say this about the environmentalists, but they can’t see the forest for the trees.
They speak so desperately about what we need to do to Save the Earth. They are just as certain of their beliefs as were the doomsayers of a generation ago who desperately cited the steps we must take to avoid a new Ice ... | His deep brown eyes stared directly into mine. He was a gentle man who smelled faintly of fabric softener and cologne. His wavy brown hair was beginning to grey at the temples - giving him a refined older look.
"Breathe deep," he said in a rich baritone voice that eased the tension in my shoulders and neck.
I was lay... |
Said horrifying topic can be (but not limited to) war, rape, cannibalism, etc. | [WP] Write about a horrifying topic as beautifully as you can. | Shame to have to say this about the environmentalists, but they can’t see the forest for the trees.
They speak so desperately about what we need to do to Save the Earth. They are just as certain of their beliefs as were the doomsayers of a generation ago who desperately cited the steps we must take to avoid a new Ice ... | Her vibrant golden hair curls in on itself resting perfectly upon the deep satin red pillow beneath her head. She smiles up; that smile that seems to dance across her rose-hued lips. The light flows effortlessly as it pours over her perfectly smooth alabaster skin; every bit as beautiful as the day we met.
They've don... |
[WP] Two people have never met, but when they see each other, they both start crying. | She was seventeen and a half at the time, with jet black hair and eyes so cloudy gray that you began to wonder if they ever rained. She loved dancing and rock and roll and blowing smoke rings in bed with a boy named Paul.
On a Wednesday, the stick turned blue.
On a Friday, she opened the letter. "Congratulations o... | The first man was dressed in denim and a flannel shirt, half the buttons undone so his pressed white undershirt gleamed beneath the patterns. He had a red, knotted bracelet on his right wrist, and it pressed against his jeans as his hand slid gingerly into his pocket, riding up his arm as he removed a black leather wal... | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I loved you with all my heart, I still do.
But our world fell apart, nothing perfect lasts forever.
Sometimes, happily ever after just doesn't stick around.
Sometimes, things end before they ought to.
Sometimes, bad things happen without reason.
Life just can't be helped.
Tragedy strikes without warning.
You got... | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | It's so cold and I'm torn apart inside by hunger.
My heart of ice begs to be fed flesh.
I must devour what I used to be.
The wind carries my cry to them.
Those lost as I once was.
They cannot ignore my call.
Run through the forest.
Come to me.
Feed me.
Wendigo. | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I dived into the pool, not staying afloat but sinking
I realized I couldn't breathe anymore, I started panicking.
I splashed around but there was nobody there.
I knew I couldn't swim, so why?
Why did I do this again?
Last time was not fun
This time I die
I need air
I'm drowning!
Help!
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First time writ... | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I am going to perform a magic trick for you.
It's not that hard, but it requires some skill.
This ball wil... | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The icy cold explosion encompassed him, numbing his every sense.
As feeling returned he began to panic thrashing widely.
His lungs burned urging him to breath in.
Finally he gave in to the pain.
He took a huge gulp.
Water filled his lungs.
He slowly sank.
Consciousness leaving.
Drowning. | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Tell my wife I love her and to be strong.
There's too much blood and I'm bleeding too fast.
I wanted to see my daughter grow up.
What did I do to deserve this?
I'm going to miss my family.
It's all fading to black.
I miss them already.
It's so cold.
I'm scared.
Mom? | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Another rib cracks, and I taste blood on my breath.
The walls keep pressing in with an implacable force.
They move so slowly but they haven’t stopped.
Smooth metal, cold against both my temples.
I can’t breathe, I can’t scream.
I can’t feel my legs.
They still won’t stop.
Oh god, someone.
Help me.
Plea-.
| There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I just can't stop looking at that girl's long hair.
The way that it slopes down her slender shoulders.
I love how she leans on the bar.
Look how she chats with the bartender.
Her denim outfit is tastefully casual.
Will I see her face?
I can't wait.
She turns!
*Simon‽*
| There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Don't really know how I got into this mess.
I did everything I was supposed to do.
I took my time and watched him.
Saw where he went and when.
Now I'll never get paid.
And he'll keep breathing.
While I rot.
Buried here.
Alive.
| There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I felt a wave of heat rush head to toe.
She said she wanted to sleep with other people.
Open marriage, she said, would spice things up.
I winced and sat back, hands clammy.
I'd never been with another woman.
I'd imagined it many times.
But now it's real.
I stood up.
"It's over.
Goodbye."
| There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | This is going to be my best writing prompt yet.
Well, at least it will be pretty darn good.
Hopefully somewhat better than my standard at least.
Exceptional is a hard thing after all.
It needs some extra zest though.
Maybe work in some alliteration?
Well written words win
That was awful.
So bad.
Fuck. | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | it was so massive and perfect, like the old one.
it was big and pointy just fitting so right.
it was like my father just smaller.
I really wish you could see it.
but then again I really don't.
that's because ... | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | The Super Bowl is rapidly approaching as my team prepares.
Everyone knows that my performance will decide the outcome.
Now I must decide where my priorities lie.
On one hand, I'm a fierce competitor.
Likewise, I am a compulsive gambler.
My losses are financially insurmountable.
They offer a solution.
Throw the g... | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Day 563: I think "I'll never get out of here".
The constant screaming, oddly mixed with laughter, is terrifying.
We have a TV, but it never works.
The meals seem to contain... immitation meat?
Strange people take pictures with me.
Their kids crawl on me.
Please, call the king.
I need help.
I'm Ronald...... | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | You want us to write a story with ten words?
And then one word less each sentence after that?
That seems like it would be really hard.
Why are you asking us for this?
Are you some sort of sadist?
I think you must be.
Such a strange request.
I won't participate.
It's impossible.
Goodbye!
| There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | My brother taught me how to aim and move unnoticed.
He said my second night will be the hardest.
But William didn't make it past the trenches.
I lay beside his body, still radiating.
Murky, shit-colored water swirled around us.
All this preparation for nothing.
Seven years watching, waiting.
"Please wake up."
... | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | Half the time all we want to do is wait.
We wait for the time to come around.
We wait for the right word to speak.
We wait for the laws to change.
We wait to speak against them.
We cannot wait any longer.
We must act now.
Time is up.
Speak out.
Vote. | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I watch in awe and admiration his determination, persistent pride.
An old, tired craftsman upright on a piano stool.
Tones so soft made by hands so strong.
Rhythm is machine-like in his head.
However, real soul is clearly audible.
He nudges the piano keys.
He nods in time.
I'll remember this.
... | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | I found a little kitty out in the corn field.
He looked at me with his big green eyes.
I could not resist and brought him home.
Warm in my jacket he slept until arriving.
In my house he sniffed around.
His eyes turned blood red.
He jumped five feet.
He removed my esophagus.
Blood poured out.
... | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! | |
[FF] A 10-word-long sentence. Then, a 9-word sentence. An 8-word-long one after. This continues, until the final sentence of 1 word. Try to choose a theme befitting of the structure | You can’t see me when I fly through your clouds
You can’t hear me when I’m far above you
You can’t feel me until it’s too late
You don’t know how I’m made
You don't have the tech
Your radar is blank
You don’t see
the bombs
fall | There's a child crying hysterically on side of the road.
I pull over, but they hide behind a tree.
"It's okay, I'm very friendly. Come on out."
They move about the shows, still hiding.
I move closer, they stay still.
A black eye peeks out.
It's cry isn't human.
It lunges forward.
An alien.
Run! |
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