post_text stringlengths 0 10k | post_title stringlengths 8 313 | chosen stringlengths 1 39.5k | rejected stringlengths 1 13.8k |
|---|---|---|---|
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Eons seemed like a short time in comparison to how long he had been waiting. His mother had told him one thing every night before he slept, and every night he had asked her the same question.
He honestly hadn't thought he would live for as long as the universe. ... | It's funny, isn't it? They lived in an age where they revelled in knowledge, in discovery, in science. The wheel, the steam engine, the almighty transistor - once they started discovering, they never seemed to stop. Not even the vast, previously unfathomable distances between the stars in our galaxy could stand in thei... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | Albrecht tapped gently on the keyboard. "Niner Echo Zulu Dash Seven Bravo Make Six, please proceed to the following orbit vector for Four - Repeat - Four cycles."
*Roger Command*
Albrecht leaned back; he didn't have another scheduled correction for 20 double-marks. So long as no one did something stupid, he had some... | It's funny, isn't it? They lived in an age where they revelled in knowledge, in discovery, in science. The wheel, the steam engine, the almighty transistor - once they started discovering, they never seemed to stop. Not even the vast, previously unfathomable distances between the stars in our galaxy could stand in thei... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | We did not find the forewarned mass mayhem when we reached The Star. Seeing the calm of no hope makes me understand that it was we fleeing that condemned Earth, not the dying Sun. We were a beacon of fruitless hope that turned mankind into clawing cornered savages. I'd apologize, but it doesn't matter.
Only here and... | The sun burned and the people wept.
To each his own, a planet went.
Cold, dark, and alone. | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | The remaining super-sentient carbon gas clouds drifted inside of their atmospheric containment nodules as they observed the quick collapse of the last surrounding layers of compressed matter. As the ending approached, they established the last set of compression beacons they would ever employ, and activated them. Alrea... | The sun burned and the people wept.
To each his own, a planet went.
Cold, dark, and alone. | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | A reminder: posting a comment that says "This reminds of x" or "Y already wrote this" is not posting a response to the writing prompt. Such comments will be removed. | The sun burned and the people wept.
To each his own, a planet went.
Cold, dark, and alone. | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Eons seemed like a short time in comparison to how long he had been waiting. His mother had told him one thing every night before he slept, and every night he had asked her the same question.
He honestly hadn't thought he would live for as long as the universe. ... | The sun burned and the people wept.
To each his own, a planet went.
Cold, dark, and alone. | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | We did not find the forewarned mass mayhem when we reached The Star. Seeing the calm of no hope makes me understand that it was we fleeing that condemned Earth, not the dying Sun. We were a beacon of fruitless hope that turned mankind into clawing cornered savages. I'd apologize, but it doesn't matter.
Only here and... | We stood there on the platform bathed in the last light of the universe's last sun. The massive superstructure that surrounded the sun was made to house the remnants of the sentient races lucky enough to find this last oasis of light, as well as suck up the last stray solar flares that are now far and in between. I am ... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | The remaining super-sentient carbon gas clouds drifted inside of their atmospheric containment nodules as they observed the quick collapse of the last surrounding layers of compressed matter. As the ending approached, they established the last set of compression beacons they would ever employ, and activated them. Alrea... | We stood there on the platform bathed in the last light of the universe's last sun. The massive superstructure that surrounded the sun was made to house the remnants of the sentient races lucky enough to find this last oasis of light, as well as suck up the last stray solar flares that are now far and in between. I am ... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | A reminder: posting a comment that says "This reminds of x" or "Y already wrote this" is not posting a response to the writing prompt. Such comments will be removed. | We stood there on the platform bathed in the last light of the universe's last sun. The massive superstructure that surrounded the sun was made to house the remnants of the sentient races lucky enough to find this last oasis of light, as well as suck up the last stray solar flares that are now far and in between. I am ... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Eons seemed like a short time in comparison to how long he had been waiting. His mother had told him one thing every night before he slept, and every night he had asked her the same question.
He honestly hadn't thought he would live for as long as the universe. ... | We stood there on the platform bathed in the last light of the universe's last sun. The massive superstructure that surrounded the sun was made to house the remnants of the sentient races lucky enough to find this last oasis of light, as well as suck up the last stray solar flares that are now far and in between. I am ... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Eons seemed like a short time in comparison to how long he had been waiting. His mother had told him one thing every night before he slept, and every night he had asked her the same question.
He honestly hadn't thought he would live for as long as the universe. ... | The remaining super-sentient carbon gas clouds drifted inside of their atmospheric containment nodules as they observed the quick collapse of the last surrounding layers of compressed matter. As the ending approached, they established the last set of compression beacons they would ever employ, and activated them. Alrea... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Eons seemed like a short time in comparison to how long he had been waiting. His mother had told him one thing every night before he slept, and every night he had asked her the same question.
He honestly hadn't thought he would live for as long as the universe. ... | The sky was speckled with starlight, a cruel, false hope. That which seemed alive an vibrant died long ago. Trillions of lives raced for the last star. Millennia of research, thousands of experiments, the combined efforts of species strewn far and wide. None of it could stop the coming darkness. It's herald was alread... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | Albrecht tapped gently on the keyboard. "Niner Echo Zulu Dash Seven Bravo Make Six, please proceed to the following orbit vector for Four - Repeat - Four cycles."
*Roger Command*
Albrecht leaned back; he didn't have another scheduled correction for 20 double-marks. So long as no one did something stupid, he had some... | The sky was speckled with starlight, a cruel, false hope. That which seemed alive an vibrant died long ago. Trillions of lives raced for the last star. Millennia of research, thousands of experiments, the combined efforts of species strewn far and wide. None of it could stop the coming darkness. It's herald was alread... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | They had chosen well, this particular star, to gather around.
It's funny. The Terrans, of a time long ago, had actually come up with the idea. But they were too primitive to actually have accomplished the feat. Too much, too many variables, and they were unfortunate to have not survived, not escaped the realm of th... | The sky was speckled with starlight, a cruel, false hope. That which seemed alive an vibrant died long ago. Trillions of lives raced for the last star. Millennia of research, thousands of experiments, the combined efforts of species strewn far and wide. None of it could stop the coming darkness. It's herald was alread... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | We are all gathered here, at the last star in the universe. All of us that are left, that is. I look at the scanner report. So many species, the brilliant and the terrible, didn't make it. Those of us that made it are lucky more than anything else.
Our civilisation used to command a fleet of ships just like this one, ... | The sky was speckled with starlight, a cruel, false hope. That which seemed alive an vibrant died long ago. Trillions of lives raced for the last star. Millennia of research, thousands of experiments, the combined efforts of species strewn far and wide. None of it could stop the coming darkness. It's herald was alread... | |
[WP] The Heat Death of the Universe. At the end of time the Stars are burning out as they use up the last of their fuel. There is only one Star left in the known Universe and all remaining life has gathered around it. | We are all gathered here, at the last star in the universe. All of us that are left, that is. I look at the scanner report. So many species, the brilliant and the terrible, didn't make it. Those of us that made it are lucky more than anything else.
Our civilisation used to command a fleet of ships just like this one, ... | Everyone watched as the last solar flare erupted from the star, the warmth spread throughout the trillions of fleets of spaceships. They all gathered around as if it were a campfire, telling the stories of their ancestors. Stories of when the universe was bright and full of wonder, of when their ancestors walked bare f... | |
[WP] A man fighting to keep control of himself after realizing he is becoming the worlds first zombie. | Monday morning passed like any other. Adam groggily groped around the buttons on top of his alarm clock, whose exaggerated letters blared 6:45. He dragged himself to the shower before stripping off his socks and underwear and stepping in.
The cold water immediately stung his leg. Looking down, he noticed a short ... | "In a recap of the top news today, the man in Central Square arrested by police after a prolonged struggle has been identified as Geoffrey Greenman, a Parkside resident.
Mr Greenman was arrested after behaving erratically in the Central Shopping Plaza, with reports that he stole an elderly woman's walking cane and re... | |
[WP] A man fighting to keep control of himself after realizing he is becoming the worlds first zombie. | I am dying, and I know it.
I can feel my synapses flaring like the tip of an arc welder, as the fire spreads through my brain. In my head, it’s three-thousand-one-hundred degrees, and rising - and the world as I know it is being bleached crimson by an unrelenting red tide. My vision swims and burns as the sweat pours ... | "In a recap of the top news today, the man in Central Square arrested by police after a prolonged struggle has been identified as Geoffrey Greenman, a Parkside resident.
Mr Greenman was arrested after behaving erratically in the Central Shopping Plaza, with reports that he stole an elderly woman's walking cane and re... | |
[WP] A man fighting to keep control of himself after realizing he is becoming the worlds first zombie. | I am dying, and I know it.
I can feel my synapses flaring like the tip of an arc welder, as the fire spreads through my brain. In my head, it’s three-thousand-one-hundred degrees, and rising - and the world as I know it is being bleached crimson by an unrelenting red tide. My vision swims and burns as the sweat pours ... | Blood covered this can't be, so much hunger its painful.. these feelings aren't human... God! how could I do this to my friend....
Wishing, hoping, pleading please let this be a dream it can't be real I've become a monster. I look in the mirror don't even recognize myself eyes pure white almost soulless...
so cold.. ca... | |
[WP] A man fighting to keep control of himself after realizing he is becoming the worlds first zombie. | I am dying, and I know it.
I can feel my synapses flaring like the tip of an arc welder, as the fire spreads through my brain. In my head, it’s three-thousand-one-hundred degrees, and rising - and the world as I know it is being bleached crimson by an unrelenting red tide. My vision swims and burns as the sweat pours ... | I could feel it eating at me, something was so very, very wrong. I went to the doctor to get a routine check up, everything was normal. I went home and got in my old truck and just drove, I started to space out, remembering all of the happier times, out with my daughter, eating with my wife.
A loud honk shot ... | |
[WP] A man fighting to keep control of himself after realizing he is becoming the worlds first zombie. | I am dying, and I know it.
I can feel my synapses flaring like the tip of an arc welder, as the fire spreads through my brain. In my head, it’s three-thousand-one-hundred degrees, and rising - and the world as I know it is being bleached crimson by an unrelenting red tide. My vision swims and burns as the sweat pours ... | Monday morning passed like any other. Adam groggily groped around the buttons on top of his alarm clock, whose exaggerated letters blared 6:45. He dragged himself to the shower before stripping off his socks and underwear and stepping in.
The cold water immediately stung his leg. Looking down, he noticed a short ... | |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | It was the Great War. 100,000 young men volunteered. Of the 25,000 that returned, not one came back the same.
It on us our freedom, but cost us our innocence. | I remember, it started off slowly. My head had been shaved clean, without much notice to my friends and colleagues alike. I had been cutting the blonde locks of mine shorter and shorter, for the past six months that had lead up to this day, and it just seemed like a natural evolution of how I was maintaining my hair. T... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | The light flickered in the dawn. Hundreds of people watched from a hillside as the city burned white and yellow and red in the dim sunrise. Soon, nothing recognizable remained, except the few stone and concrete walls between homes. The walls now separated nothing but piles of ash. As the sun rose, the last sounds of de... | I remember, it started off slowly. My head had been shaved clean, without much notice to my friends and colleagues alike. I had been cutting the blonde locks of mine shorter and shorter, for the past six months that had lead up to this day, and it just seemed like a natural evolution of how I was maintaining my hair. T... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | All males have brown hair. They envy each other, the darker the hair the better. Boys with blonde hair are teased. Magazines display men with black hair. But girls on the other hand are humiliated for their brown hair. No one wants to date a brunette, and advertisements show women with platinum blonde hair in comp... | I remember, it started off slowly. My head had been shaved clean, without much notice to my friends and colleagues alike. I had been cutting the blonde locks of mine shorter and shorter, for the past six months that had lead up to this day, and it just seemed like a natural evolution of how I was maintaining my hair. T... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She stared in the mirror. Fog outside the warm bathroom this morning. Freckles and wrinkles back at her. Freckles from her parents, wrinkles from smiling. Her lips were closed. Together. She saw them and opened them with a smile. She loved her smile. She loved her blond hair.
She had been locked in that room for as lo... | I remember, it started off slowly. My head had been shaved clean, without much notice to my friends and colleagues alike. I had been cutting the blonde locks of mine shorter and shorter, for the past six months that had lead up to this day, and it just seemed like a natural evolution of how I was maintaining my hair. T... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Are you sure he won't find out?"
"Listen, Alex, I'm sure. He never comes home this early"
I don't know why I did it. Maybe I was just a bit tired. Maybe I was tired of George's... innocence. Or something. Twenty-six and pure as the driven snow. But Alex. Alex was wiser. Went dark at eight. Eight! He was jaded and cy... | I remember, it started off slowly. My head had been shaved clean, without much notice to my friends and colleagues alike. I had been cutting the blonde locks of mine shorter and shorter, for the past six months that had lead up to this day, and it just seemed like a natural evolution of how I was maintaining my hair. T... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | As soon as she had stepped foot in the place several minutes before, she had drawn more than a few stares from the other patrons.
Cutters fresh from a shift spend working on the soaring top of a High-Tower. Miners from the Wide Maw just outside the city limits, often competing with the cutters for loudness. And scatte... | I remember, it started off slowly. My head had been shaved clean, without much notice to my friends and colleagues alike. I had been cutting the blonde locks of mine shorter and shorter, for the past six months that had lead up to this day, and it just seemed like a natural evolution of how I was maintaining my hair. T... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | A cake sat on his cubicle desk, with every square inch packed with a candle. 47, to be exact.
"SURPRISE!!" yelled a cohort of a dozen office-mates. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
He stared at their faces, a sea of brown hair. 49 years old, but all Samuel could feel was sadness, and shame. He alone was the only person in his entir... | I remember, it started off slowly. My head had been shaved clean, without much notice to my friends and colleagues alike. I had been cutting the blonde locks of mine shorter and shorter, for the past six months that had lead up to this day, and it just seemed like a natural evolution of how I was maintaining my hair. T... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She put down the plastic train in her hand, and it rolled off the folders of her pink Sunday dress like a child down a summer hill. She spun around and looked up at me from her place on the floor. "Mom," she asked, "When did your hair turn brown?"
It was the question I always knew would come, but had never prepared fo... | I remember, it started off slowly. My head had been shaved clean, without much notice to my friends and colleagues alike. I had been cutting the blonde locks of mine shorter and shorter, for the past six months that had lead up to this day, and it just seemed like a natural evolution of how I was maintaining my hair. T... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | This will be my first attempt here, so constructive criticism is appreciated.
Outside, the storm surged with an almost spiteful ferocity, but here, at home with my family, we were warm and safe. Bright flashes of lightning and peals of thunder were the only things to reach us in our home. Dad tucked my sister and me... | I remember, it started off slowly. My head had been shaved clean, without much notice to my friends and colleagues alike. I had been cutting the blonde locks of mine shorter and shorter, for the past six months that had lead up to this day, and it just seemed like a natural evolution of how I was maintaining my hair. T... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | I remember, it started off slowly. My head had been shaved clean, without much notice to my friends and colleagues alike. I had been cutting the blonde locks of mine shorter and shorter, for the past six months that had lead up to this day, and it just seemed like a natural evolution of how I was maintaining my hair. T... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Are you sure he won't find out?"
"Listen, Alex, I'm sure. He never comes home this early"
I don't know why I did it. Maybe I was just a bit tired. Maybe I was tired of George's... innocence. Or something. Twenty-six and pure as the driven snow. But Alex. Alex was wiser. Went dark at eight. Eight! He was jaded and cy... | "Take me to the front line. I must confront him, and find out his motives. There has to be a reason..."
Regnier spoke with powerful confidence to his fellow soldiers as he entered the helicopter. He was one of the few soldiers remaining with blonde hair, and he was revered for his tactical prowess. An utter genius of... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Are you sure he won't find out?"
"Listen, Alex, I'm sure. He never comes home this early"
I don't know why I did it. Maybe I was just a bit tired. Maybe I was tired of George's... innocence. Or something. Twenty-six and pure as the driven snow. But Alex. Alex was wiser. Went dark at eight. Eight! He was jaded and cy... | I looked at my sister over the table, her small hands grasping the bowl, as milk trickled down her chin. Such a small delicate thing, tiny hands and a tiny nose. And such long brown hair.
***
I can’t remember exactly when it happened, I went on a walk one day and left her with our mother. She’d had such a big smile as ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Are you sure he won't find out?"
"Listen, Alex, I'm sure. He never comes home this early"
I don't know why I did it. Maybe I was just a bit tired. Maybe I was tired of George's... innocence. Or something. Twenty-six and pure as the driven snow. But Alex. Alex was wiser. Went dark at eight. Eight! He was jaded and cy... | I´m not a good writer, but this idea won´t leave me alone. The prejudice of a person having hair so brown it´s black, wanting to repent but society have driven him/her into a corner. The love from the masses for having platinum blond hair, but the person is actually a psychopath, bored of the world. What would happen ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | It was my first day of college when I saw Anne for the first time.
I was the only blonde in class. In fact, I was probably the only blonde among all the undergrads. I wasn't very surprised though. By the end of high school, every one had turned brunette except for me. Although I always acted sheepish about it, deep in... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | As soon as she had stepped foot in the place several minutes before, she had drawn more than a few stares from the other patrons.
Cutters fresh from a shift spend working on the soaring top of a High-Tower. Miners from the Wide Maw just outside the city limits, often competing with the cutters for loudness. And scatte... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | A cake sat on his cubicle desk, with every square inch packed with a candle. 47, to be exact.
"SURPRISE!!" yelled a cohort of a dozen office-mates. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
He stared at their faces, a sea of brown hair. 49 years old, but all Samuel could feel was sadness, and shame. He alone was the only person in his entir... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She put down the plastic train in her hand, and it rolled off the folders of her pink Sunday dress like a child down a summer hill. She spun around and looked up at me from her place on the floor. "Mom," she asked, "When did your hair turn brown?"
It was the question I always knew would come, but had never prepared fo... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | This will be my first attempt here, so constructive criticism is appreciated.
Outside, the storm surged with an almost spiteful ferocity, but here, at home with my family, we were warm and safe. Bright flashes of lightning and peals of thunder were the only things to reach us in our home. Dad tucked my sister and me... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | Everywhere I looked I saw alternating seas of blond and brown crossing the busy intersections. Like busy termites they paraded around their mundane little lives without a care in the world. I have to admit that part of me wondered how the change took place at first.
Most of the people had "turned" by the time they le... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | A hundred strokes every night before bed. This was my hair routine every day. I was thirteen and one of the few remaining people in my school year with their hair still blonde. Though I was teased about it, a small piece of me was happy about it as the thought of losing the blondness scared me.
Dad was out on a busine... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She was blonde yesterday.
Blondness is a rare trait in this city. Sure, every now and then, you'll run into someone with locks of wheaty gold, but brown was the shade of this town. Even I had browned last year. I tugged at my dark curls, a reminder of that glorious night during which my blonde was taken in a bout of ... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | It hurts to look at him now. That dark brown hair, almost the colour of dried blood. The reminder of what I did.
We're having breakfast now. He sits across from me, pushing his toast soldiers around the plate absentmindedly. I force a smile, and try and catch his eye but he ignores me. Is this always the way it will b... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Amanda, get back here...NOW." Jerry was almost shaking with anger as his daughter shuffled back into the kitchen, having just rushed by her father on her way to her room. Absent-mindedly, she tucks a lock of her dark hair behind one of her ears.
"Dad, look, let me explain..." The 16-year old stammers, holding her han... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Honey?"
Susan's voice shook a little bit. She was in the doorway of Hannah's room, chewing her nails. Brown hair spilled down her back in waves. Hers had been brown for years, like mine. But the little girl, curled up in bed under the blankets, had blonde curls that spread over the pillow. She was only six. Susan fol... | Her rheumy eyes lit up with recognition, finally. Wrinkles shifted.
"Daniel." The word itself was a smile.
"Yeah Mom, it's me." There's no description for this knot; a hack poet would undoubtedly use hair for the rope, many different shades of brown all tangled up. She says my name, finally, and something gets tugge... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | As soon as she had stepped foot in the place several minutes before, she had drawn more than a few stares from the other patrons.
Cutters fresh from a shift spend working on the soaring top of a High-Tower. Miners from the Wide Maw just outside the city limits, often competing with the cutters for loudness. And scatte... | She was sitting in the window seat, reading a novel. The sun was shining, making her golden locks appear luminescent. Deeply engrossed, she would not hear me approach. Slender fingers turned another page, and I could see eyes scanning the words behind the glare of her glasses. "Mom," the word was soft, to gen... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | A cake sat on his cubicle desk, with every square inch packed with a candle. 47, to be exact.
"SURPRISE!!" yelled a cohort of a dozen office-mates. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
He stared at their faces, a sea of brown hair. 49 years old, but all Samuel could feel was sadness, and shame. He alone was the only person in his entir... | She was sitting in the window seat, reading a novel. The sun was shining, making her golden locks appear luminescent. Deeply engrossed, she would not hear me approach. Slender fingers turned another page, and I could see eyes scanning the words behind the glare of her glasses. "Mom," the word was soft, to gen... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She put down the plastic train in her hand, and it rolled off the folders of her pink Sunday dress like a child down a summer hill. She spun around and looked up at me from her place on the floor. "Mom," she asked, "When did your hair turn brown?"
It was the question I always knew would come, but had never prepared fo... | She was sitting in the window seat, reading a novel. The sun was shining, making her golden locks appear luminescent. Deeply engrossed, she would not hear me approach. Slender fingers turned another page, and I could see eyes scanning the words behind the glare of her glasses. "Mom," the word was soft, to gen... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | This will be my first attempt here, so constructive criticism is appreciated.
Outside, the storm surged with an almost spiteful ferocity, but here, at home with my family, we were warm and safe. Bright flashes of lightning and peals of thunder were the only things to reach us in our home. Dad tucked my sister and me... | She was sitting in the window seat, reading a novel. The sun was shining, making her golden locks appear luminescent. Deeply engrossed, she would not hear me approach. Slender fingers turned another page, and I could see eyes scanning the words behind the glare of her glasses. "Mom," the word was soft, to gen... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | She was sitting in the window seat, reading a novel. The sun was shining, making her golden locks appear luminescent. Deeply engrossed, she would not hear me approach. Slender fingers turned another page, and I could see eyes scanning the words behind the glare of her glasses. "Mom," the word was soft, to gen... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | It hurts to look at him now. That dark brown hair, almost the colour of dried blood. The reminder of what I did.
We're having breakfast now. He sits across from me, pushing his toast soldiers around the plate absentmindedly. I force a smile, and try and catch his eye but he ignores me. Is this always the way it will b... | She was sitting in the window seat, reading a novel. The sun was shining, making her golden locks appear luminescent. Deeply engrossed, she would not hear me approach. Slender fingers turned another page, and I could see eyes scanning the words behind the glare of her glasses. "Mom," the word was soft, to gen... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | As soon as she had stepped foot in the place several minutes before, she had drawn more than a few stares from the other patrons.
Cutters fresh from a shift spend working on the soaring top of a High-Tower. Miners from the Wide Maw just outside the city limits, often competing with the cutters for loudness. And scatte... | It was the Great War. 100,000 young men volunteered. Of the 25,000 that returned, not one came back the same.
It on us our freedom, but cost us our innocence. |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | A cake sat on his cubicle desk, with every square inch packed with a candle. 47, to be exact.
"SURPRISE!!" yelled a cohort of a dozen office-mates. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
He stared at their faces, a sea of brown hair. 49 years old, but all Samuel could feel was sadness, and shame. He alone was the only person in his entir... | It was the Great War. 100,000 young men volunteered. Of the 25,000 that returned, not one came back the same.
It on us our freedom, but cost us our innocence. |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She put down the plastic train in her hand, and it rolled off the folders of her pink Sunday dress like a child down a summer hill. She spun around and looked up at me from her place on the floor. "Mom," she asked, "When did your hair turn brown?"
It was the question I always knew would come, but had never prepared fo... | It was the Great War. 100,000 young men volunteered. Of the 25,000 that returned, not one came back the same.
It on us our freedom, but cost us our innocence. |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | This will be my first attempt here, so constructive criticism is appreciated.
Outside, the storm surged with an almost spiteful ferocity, but here, at home with my family, we were warm and safe. Bright flashes of lightning and peals of thunder were the only things to reach us in our home. Dad tucked my sister and me... | It was the Great War. 100,000 young men volunteered. Of the 25,000 that returned, not one came back the same.
It on us our freedom, but cost us our innocence. |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | It was the Great War. 100,000 young men volunteered. Of the 25,000 that returned, not one came back the same.
It on us our freedom, but cost us our innocence. |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | As soon as she had stepped foot in the place several minutes before, she had drawn more than a few stares from the other patrons.
Cutters fresh from a shift spend working on the soaring top of a High-Tower. Miners from the Wide Maw just outside the city limits, often competing with the cutters for loudness. And scatte... | The light flickered in the dawn. Hundreds of people watched from a hillside as the city burned white and yellow and red in the dim sunrise. Soon, nothing recognizable remained, except the few stone and concrete walls between homes. The walls now separated nothing but piles of ash. As the sun rose, the last sounds of de... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | A cake sat on his cubicle desk, with every square inch packed with a candle. 47, to be exact.
"SURPRISE!!" yelled a cohort of a dozen office-mates. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
He stared at their faces, a sea of brown hair. 49 years old, but all Samuel could feel was sadness, and shame. He alone was the only person in his entir... | The light flickered in the dawn. Hundreds of people watched from a hillside as the city burned white and yellow and red in the dim sunrise. Soon, nothing recognizable remained, except the few stone and concrete walls between homes. The walls now separated nothing but piles of ash. As the sun rose, the last sounds of de... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She put down the plastic train in her hand, and it rolled off the folders of her pink Sunday dress like a child down a summer hill. She spun around and looked up at me from her place on the floor. "Mom," she asked, "When did your hair turn brown?"
It was the question I always knew would come, but had never prepared fo... | The light flickered in the dawn. Hundreds of people watched from a hillside as the city burned white and yellow and red in the dim sunrise. Soon, nothing recognizable remained, except the few stone and concrete walls between homes. The walls now separated nothing but piles of ash. As the sun rose, the last sounds of de... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | The light flickered in the dawn. Hundreds of people watched from a hillside as the city burned white and yellow and red in the dim sunrise. Soon, nothing recognizable remained, except the few stone and concrete walls between homes. The walls now separated nothing but piles of ash. As the sun rose, the last sounds of de... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | A cake sat on his cubicle desk, with every square inch packed with a candle. 47, to be exact.
"SURPRISE!!" yelled a cohort of a dozen office-mates. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
He stared at their faces, a sea of brown hair. 49 years old, but all Samuel could feel was sadness, and shame. He alone was the only person in his entir... | All males have brown hair. They envy each other, the darker the hair the better. Boys with blonde hair are teased. Magazines display men with black hair. But girls on the other hand are humiliated for their brown hair. No one wants to date a brunette, and advertisements show women with platinum blonde hair in comp... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She put down the plastic train in her hand, and it rolled off the folders of her pink Sunday dress like a child down a summer hill. She spun around and looked up at me from her place on the floor. "Mom," she asked, "When did your hair turn brown?"
It was the question I always knew would come, but had never prepared fo... | All males have brown hair. They envy each other, the darker the hair the better. Boys with blonde hair are teased. Magazines display men with black hair. But girls on the other hand are humiliated for their brown hair. No one wants to date a brunette, and advertisements show women with platinum blonde hair in comp... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | All males have brown hair. They envy each other, the darker the hair the better. Boys with blonde hair are teased. Magazines display men with black hair. But girls on the other hand are humiliated for their brown hair. No one wants to date a brunette, and advertisements show women with platinum blonde hair in comp... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | A cake sat on his cubicle desk, with every square inch packed with a candle. 47, to be exact.
"SURPRISE!!" yelled a cohort of a dozen office-mates. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
He stared at their faces, a sea of brown hair. 49 years old, but all Samuel could feel was sadness, and shame. He alone was the only person in his entir... | She stared in the mirror. Fog outside the warm bathroom this morning. Freckles and wrinkles back at her. Freckles from her parents, wrinkles from smiling. Her lips were closed. Together. She saw them and opened them with a smile. She loved her smile. She loved her blond hair.
She had been locked in that room for as lo... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She put down the plastic train in her hand, and it rolled off the folders of her pink Sunday dress like a child down a summer hill. She spun around and looked up at me from her place on the floor. "Mom," she asked, "When did your hair turn brown?"
It was the question I always knew would come, but had never prepared fo... | She stared in the mirror. Fog outside the warm bathroom this morning. Freckles and wrinkles back at her. Freckles from her parents, wrinkles from smiling. Her lips were closed. Together. She saw them and opened them with a smile. She loved her smile. She loved her blond hair.
She had been locked in that room for as lo... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | This will be my first attempt here, so constructive criticism is appreciated.
Outside, the storm surged with an almost spiteful ferocity, but here, at home with my family, we were warm and safe. Bright flashes of lightning and peals of thunder were the only things to reach us in our home. Dad tucked my sister and me... | It was my first day of college when I saw Anne for the first time.
I was the only blonde in class. In fact, I was probably the only blonde among all the undergrads. I wasn't very surprised though. By the end of high school, every one had turned brunette except for me. Although I always acted sheepish about it, deep in... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | Everywhere I looked I saw alternating seas of blond and brown crossing the busy intersections. Like busy termites they paraded around their mundane little lives without a care in the world. I have to admit that part of me wondered how the change took place at first.
Most of the people had "turned" by the time they le... | It was my first day of college when I saw Anne for the first time.
I was the only blonde in class. In fact, I was probably the only blonde among all the undergrads. I wasn't very surprised though. By the end of high school, every one had turned brunette except for me. Although I always acted sheepish about it, deep in... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | A hundred strokes every night before bed. This was my hair routine every day. I was thirteen and one of the few remaining people in my school year with their hair still blonde. Though I was teased about it, a small piece of me was happy about it as the thought of losing the blondness scared me.
Dad was out on a busine... | It was my first day of college when I saw Anne for the first time.
I was the only blonde in class. In fact, I was probably the only blonde among all the undergrads. I wasn't very surprised though. By the end of high school, every one had turned brunette except for me. Although I always acted sheepish about it, deep in... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She was blonde yesterday.
Blondness is a rare trait in this city. Sure, every now and then, you'll run into someone with locks of wheaty gold, but brown was the shade of this town. Even I had browned last year. I tugged at my dark curls, a reminder of that glorious night during which my blonde was taken in a bout of ... | It was my first day of college when I saw Anne for the first time.
I was the only blonde in class. In fact, I was probably the only blonde among all the undergrads. I wasn't very surprised though. By the end of high school, every one had turned brunette except for me. Although I always acted sheepish about it, deep in... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | It was my first day of college when I saw Anne for the first time.
I was the only blonde in class. In fact, I was probably the only blonde among all the undergrads. I wasn't very surprised though. By the end of high school, every one had turned brunette except for me. Although I always acted sheepish about it, deep in... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | It hurts to look at him now. That dark brown hair, almost the colour of dried blood. The reminder of what I did.
We're having breakfast now. He sits across from me, pushing his toast soldiers around the plate absentmindedly. I force a smile, and try and catch his eye but he ignores me. Is this always the way it will b... | It was my first day of college when I saw Anne for the first time.
I was the only blonde in class. In fact, I was probably the only blonde among all the undergrads. I wasn't very surprised though. By the end of high school, every one had turned brunette except for me. Although I always acted sheepish about it, deep in... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Amanda, get back here...NOW." Jerry was almost shaking with anger as his daughter shuffled back into the kitchen, having just rushed by her father on her way to her room. Absent-mindedly, she tucks a lock of her dark hair behind one of her ears.
"Dad, look, let me explain..." The 16-year old stammers, holding her han... | It was my first day of college when I saw Anne for the first time.
I was the only blonde in class. In fact, I was probably the only blonde among all the undergrads. I wasn't very surprised though. By the end of high school, every one had turned brunette except for me. Although I always acted sheepish about it, deep in... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | As soon as she had stepped foot in the place several minutes before, she had drawn more than a few stares from the other patrons.
Cutters fresh from a shift spend working on the soaring top of a High-Tower. Miners from the Wide Maw just outside the city limits, often competing with the cutters for loudness. And scatte... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | This will be my first attempt here, so constructive criticism is appreciated.
Outside, the storm surged with an almost spiteful ferocity, but here, at home with my family, we were warm and safe. Bright flashes of lightning and peals of thunder were the only things to reach us in our home. Dad tucked my sister and me... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | A hundred strokes every night before bed. This was my hair routine every day. I was thirteen and one of the few remaining people in my school year with their hair still blonde. Though I was teased about it, a small piece of me was happy about it as the thought of losing the blondness scared me.
Dad was out on a busine... | Everywhere I looked I saw alternating seas of blond and brown crossing the busy intersections. Like busy termites they paraded around their mundane little lives without a care in the world. I have to admit that part of me wondered how the change took place at first.
Most of the people had "turned" by the time they le... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She was blonde yesterday.
Blondness is a rare trait in this city. Sure, every now and then, you'll run into someone with locks of wheaty gold, but brown was the shade of this town. Even I had browned last year. I tugged at my dark curls, a reminder of that glorious night during which my blonde was taken in a bout of ... | Everywhere I looked I saw alternating seas of blond and brown crossing the busy intersections. Like busy termites they paraded around their mundane little lives without a care in the world. I have to admit that part of me wondered how the change took place at first.
Most of the people had "turned" by the time they le... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | Everywhere I looked I saw alternating seas of blond and brown crossing the busy intersections. Like busy termites they paraded around their mundane little lives without a care in the world. I have to admit that part of me wondered how the change took place at first.
Most of the people had "turned" by the time they le... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | It hurts to look at him now. That dark brown hair, almost the colour of dried blood. The reminder of what I did.
We're having breakfast now. He sits across from me, pushing his toast soldiers around the plate absentmindedly. I force a smile, and try and catch his eye but he ignores me. Is this always the way it will b... | Everywhere I looked I saw alternating seas of blond and brown crossing the busy intersections. Like busy termites they paraded around their mundane little lives without a care in the world. I have to admit that part of me wondered how the change took place at first.
Most of the people had "turned" by the time they le... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Amanda, get back here...NOW." Jerry was almost shaking with anger as his daughter shuffled back into the kitchen, having just rushed by her father on her way to her room. Absent-mindedly, she tucks a lock of her dark hair behind one of her ears.
"Dad, look, let me explain..." The 16-year old stammers, holding her han... | Everywhere I looked I saw alternating seas of blond and brown crossing the busy intersections. Like busy termites they paraded around their mundane little lives without a care in the world. I have to admit that part of me wondered how the change took place at first.
Most of the people had "turned" by the time they le... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | She was blonde yesterday.
Blondness is a rare trait in this city. Sure, every now and then, you'll run into someone with locks of wheaty gold, but brown was the shade of this town. Even I had browned last year. I tugged at my dark curls, a reminder of that glorious night during which my blonde was taken in a bout of ... | A hundred strokes every night before bed. This was my hair routine every day. I was thirteen and one of the few remaining people in my school year with their hair still blonde. Though I was teased about it, a small piece of me was happy about it as the thought of losing the blondness scared me.
Dad was out on a busine... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | A hundred strokes every night before bed. This was my hair routine every day. I was thirteen and one of the few remaining people in my school year with their hair still blonde. Though I was teased about it, a small piece of me was happy about it as the thought of losing the blondness scared me.
Dad was out on a busine... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | It hurts to look at him now. That dark brown hair, almost the colour of dried blood. The reminder of what I did.
We're having breakfast now. He sits across from me, pushing his toast soldiers around the plate absentmindedly. I force a smile, and try and catch his eye but he ignores me. Is this always the way it will b... | A hundred strokes every night before bed. This was my hair routine every day. I was thirteen and one of the few remaining people in my school year with their hair still blonde. Though I was teased about it, a small piece of me was happy about it as the thought of losing the blondness scared me.
Dad was out on a busine... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Amanda, get back here...NOW." Jerry was almost shaking with anger as his daughter shuffled back into the kitchen, having just rushed by her father on her way to her room. Absent-mindedly, she tucks a lock of her dark hair behind one of her ears.
"Dad, look, let me explain..." The 16-year old stammers, holding her han... | A hundred strokes every night before bed. This was my hair routine every day. I was thirteen and one of the few remaining people in my school year with their hair still blonde. Though I was teased about it, a small piece of me was happy about it as the thought of losing the blondness scared me.
Dad was out on a busine... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | "Hey mark, mind taking care of this?"
"Sure!" I turn smiling towards him. I'm the only guy in the office who still has blonde hair after all these years, people called me ignorant, and I had been taken advantage of more times than I could count. And that was fine, I didn't really care. It still bothered me that ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | It hurts to look at him now. That dark brown hair, almost the colour of dried blood. The reminder of what I did.
We're having breakfast now. He sits across from me, pushing his toast soldiers around the plate absentmindedly. I force a smile, and try and catch his eye but he ignores me. Is this always the way it will b... | "Hey mark, mind taking care of this?"
"Sure!" I turn smiling towards him. I'm the only guy in the office who still has blonde hair after all these years, people called me ignorant, and I had been taken advantage of more times than I could count. And that was fine, I didn't really care. It still bothered me that ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | And now! A word from our sponsors.
I'm Catherine Harris from "the wind that blows". Everyone knows me as the truest blonde in Hollywood but truth is even I get a hint of brown. That is until I found Genuine by Kriz Montz. It's difficult enough finding a good man but nothing ruins a great first date like a dark str... | "Hey mark, mind taking care of this?"
"Sure!" I turn smiling towards him. I'm the only guy in the office who still has blonde hair after all these years, people called me ignorant, and I had been taken advantage of more times than I could count. And that was fine, I didn't really care. It still bothered me that ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | I'm the kind of boy most people would expect to have blonde hair; I always turn my homework in on time, follow all school rules, have never said a cuss word, etc. Well, it all happened last year. I was a new fresh freshman ready for high school.
When I arrived at school, I was greeted by kind smiles. My first class, G... | "Hey mark, mind taking care of this?"
"Sure!" I turn smiling towards him. I'm the only guy in the office who still has blonde hair after all these years, people called me ignorant, and I had been taken advantage of more times than I could count. And that was fine, I didn't really care. It still bothered me that ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Amanda, get back here...NOW." Jerry was almost shaking with anger as his daughter shuffled back into the kitchen, having just rushed by her father on her way to her room. Absent-mindedly, she tucks a lock of her dark hair behind one of her ears.
"Dad, look, let me explain..." The 16-year old stammers, holding her han... | "Hey mark, mind taking care of this?"
"Sure!" I turn smiling towards him. I'm the only guy in the office who still has blonde hair after all these years, people called me ignorant, and I had been taken advantage of more times than I could count. And that was fine, I didn't really care. It still bothered me that ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Honey?"
Susan's voice shook a little bit. She was in the doorway of Hannah's room, chewing her nails. Brown hair spilled down her back in waves. Hers had been brown for years, like mine. But the little girl, curled up in bed under the blankets, had blonde curls that spread over the pillow. She was only six. Susan fol... | "Hey mark, mind taking care of this?"
"Sure!" I turn smiling towards him. I'm the only guy in the office who still has blonde hair after all these years, people called me ignorant, and I had been taken advantage of more times than I could count. And that was fine, I didn't really care. It still bothered me that ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | Most children had their hair change around the age of 13 or 14, some older, some younger. Those who had their hair change at extreme ages on either end were usually mocked, but for the most part, we as a society saw the change as a charming rite of passage. Some experience the pigment switch when they first had sex, ot... | "Hey mark, mind taking care of this?"
"Sure!" I turn smiling towards him. I'm the only guy in the office who still has blonde hair after all these years, people called me ignorant, and I had been taken advantage of more times than I could count. And that was fine, I didn't really care. It still bothered me that ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | *Note: I absolutely hate the way the word blond looks, so I refuse to ever use it. Sorry.*
"What...the...*fuck*?" Mark asked in a hushed tone. Joanna saw Anne flinch. Typical. Anne was so determined to protect her innocence, as though hearing one curse word was going to change her precious golden locks. Joanna had nev... | She was blonde yesterday.
Blondness is a rare trait in this city. Sure, every now and then, you'll run into someone with locks of wheaty gold, but brown was the shade of this town. Even I had browned last year. I tugged at my dark curls, a reminder of that glorious night during which my blonde was taken in a bout of ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | It hurts to look at him now. That dark brown hair, almost the colour of dried blood. The reminder of what I did.
We're having breakfast now. He sits across from me, pushing his toast soldiers around the plate absentmindedly. I force a smile, and try and catch his eye but he ignores me. Is this always the way it will b... | She was blonde yesterday.
Blondness is a rare trait in this city. Sure, every now and then, you'll run into someone with locks of wheaty gold, but brown was the shade of this town. Even I had browned last year. I tugged at my dark curls, a reminder of that glorious night during which my blonde was taken in a bout of ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Amanda, get back here...NOW." Jerry was almost shaking with anger as his daughter shuffled back into the kitchen, having just rushed by her father on her way to her room. Absent-mindedly, she tucks a lock of her dark hair behind one of her ears.
"Dad, look, let me explain..." The 16-year old stammers, holding her han... | She was blonde yesterday.
Blondness is a rare trait in this city. Sure, every now and then, you'll run into someone with locks of wheaty gold, but brown was the shade of this town. Even I had browned last year. I tugged at my dark curls, a reminder of that glorious night during which my blonde was taken in a bout of ... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Amanda, get back here...NOW." Jerry was almost shaking with anger as his daughter shuffled back into the kitchen, having just rushed by her father on her way to her room. Absent-mindedly, she tucks a lock of her dark hair behind one of her ears.
"Dad, look, let me explain..." The 16-year old stammers, holding her han... | And now! A word from our sponsors.
I'm Catherine Harris from "the wind that blows". Everyone knows me as the truest blonde in Hollywood but truth is even I get a hint of brown. That is until I found Genuine by Kriz Montz. It's difficult enough finding a good man but nothing ruins a great first date like a dark str... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Honey?"
Susan's voice shook a little bit. She was in the doorway of Hannah's room, chewing her nails. Brown hair spilled down her back in waves. Hers had been brown for years, like mine. But the little girl, curled up in bed under the blankets, had blonde curls that spread over the pillow. She was only six. Susan fol... | And now! A word from our sponsors.
I'm Catherine Harris from "the wind that blows". Everyone knows me as the truest blonde in Hollywood but truth is even I get a hint of brown. That is until I found Genuine by Kriz Montz. It's difficult enough finding a good man but nothing ruins a great first date like a dark str... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Amanda, get back here...NOW." Jerry was almost shaking with anger as his daughter shuffled back into the kitchen, having just rushed by her father on her way to her room. Absent-mindedly, she tucks a lock of her dark hair behind one of her ears.
"Dad, look, let me explain..." The 16-year old stammers, holding her han... | I'm the kind of boy most people would expect to have blonde hair; I always turn my homework in on time, follow all school rules, have never said a cuss word, etc. Well, it all happened last year. I was a new fresh freshman ready for high school.
When I arrived at school, I was greeted by kind smiles. My first class, G... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | "Honey?"
Susan's voice shook a little bit. She was in the doorway of Hannah's room, chewing her nails. Brown hair spilled down her back in waves. Hers had been brown for years, like mine. But the little girl, curled up in bed under the blankets, had blonde curls that spread over the pillow. She was only six. Susan fol... | I'm the kind of boy most people would expect to have blonde hair; I always turn my homework in on time, follow all school rules, have never said a cuss word, etc. Well, it all happened last year. I was a new fresh freshman ready for high school.
When I arrived at school, I was greeted by kind smiles. My first class, G... |
Edit: Loving all of these takes, guys! Definitely a lot darker than I expected! | [WP] Everyone is born with blond hair. A person's hair turns brown when they lose their innocence. | Most children had their hair change around the age of 13 or 14, some older, some younger. Those who had their hair change at extreme ages on either end were usually mocked, but for the most part, we as a society saw the change as a charming rite of passage. Some experience the pigment switch when they first had sex, ot... | I'm the kind of boy most people would expect to have blonde hair; I always turn my homework in on time, follow all school rules, have never said a cuss word, etc. Well, it all happened last year. I was a new fresh freshman ready for high school.
When I arrived at school, I was greeted by kind smiles. My first class, G... |
[WP] The Grim Reaper has announced his retirement and is conducting a universe-wide search for his protégé. | The man in blue towered over the man in red, relishing the noticeable height difference that stemmed from the fact that the man in red was tied down to a chair, whereas the man in blue was not. The man in blue pressed the revolver to the man in red's temple.
"Look, man, this ain't nothin' personal, but we gotta send a... | All the preparations had been made.
It took me a couple months longer than I thought, but writing goodbye to all your loved ones is a thicker process than I had imagined. I wrote a list of the people I loved the most first, I took a look at said long-ass list, got lazy, and start grouping them into phylums: “Friend... |
Subsets and Splits
No community queries yet
The top public SQL queries from the community will appear here once available.