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By multi-generational ship I mean a large self sustaining ship that is propelled by modern means. People die and give birth on the vessel, counting on future generations to arrive at their destination. | [WP] In the year 2025 a multi-generational ship is sent out to explore spaceand After 50 years humanity loses contact with them. Hundreds of years later light speed travel is invented and a light speed ship catches up to the generational ship. What do they find inside? | "And?" The rest of the bar seemed to lean in closer, expectantly. Li took another drink.
"And it was empty." There was silence for moment, then the tall woman in sitting to his left spoke for the first time since he had started telling his story. "They were dead?"
Li shook his head. "Nope, no dead bodies. Anywhere." ... | Shiplog - Entry 756
Begin record. Captain Benza, entry seven-five-six, date is... twenty one-fifty six, January fifteenth, Earth Standard Time.
We zeroed in on a ghost ship a couple of hours ago, no serial number and unknown make. The reactors look powered down and we may not have even seen it if the hull wasn't cake... |
By multi-generational ship I mean a large self sustaining ship that is propelled by modern means. People die and give birth on the vessel, counting on future generations to arrive at their destination. | [WP] In the year 2025 a multi-generational ship is sent out to explore spaceand After 50 years humanity loses contact with them. Hundreds of years later light speed travel is invented and a light speed ship catches up to the generational ship. What do they find inside? | I jolted forward in my seat, and the nausea I'd been coping for with for the duration of the trip instantly subsided. 'Thank the stars,' I thought to myself, 'we are dropping out of FTL.' Taking a deep breath and choking down the acid taste in my mouth, I undid my belt and stood up. My legs had their strength back almo... | Shiplog - Entry 756
Begin record. Captain Benza, entry seven-five-six, date is... twenty one-fifty six, January fifteenth, Earth Standard Time.
We zeroed in on a ghost ship a couple of hours ago, no serial number and unknown make. The reactors look powered down and we may not have even seen it if the hull wasn't cake... |
By multi-generational ship I mean a large self sustaining ship that is propelled by modern means. People die and give birth on the vessel, counting on future generations to arrive at their destination. | [WP] In the year 2025 a multi-generational ship is sent out to explore spaceand After 50 years humanity loses contact with them. Hundreds of years later light speed travel is invented and a light speed ship catches up to the generational ship. What do they find inside? | I jolted forward in my seat, and the nausea I'd been coping for with for the duration of the trip instantly subsided. 'Thank the stars,' I thought to myself, 'we are dropping out of FTL.' Taking a deep breath and choking down the acid taste in my mouth, I undid my belt and stood up. My legs had their strength back almo... | "And?" The rest of the bar seemed to lean in closer, expectantly. Li took another drink.
"And it was empty." There was silence for moment, then the tall woman in sitting to his left spoke for the first time since he had started telling his story. "They were dead?"
Li shook his head. "Nope, no dead bodies. Anywhere." ... |
[WP] 6.5.Billion years from now, Earthlings are now a race of space-faring giants with an 80,000 year lifespan, thereby losing touch with their "humanity". Give us a little love story. | They were discovered on the remote planet called LIR-567 by the interstellar maps, but the natives, according to the records, called it Eden. It had been one of the earliest colonies outside of their original solar system. Naming had not been very creative in those early days of humanity. They considered themselves a l... | A message in space debris reads:
"Red, white and the time of our life"
In loving memory, this is what she said
Blinked out lights, one after another dead dead dead
Once small in stature, people barely ascended
A magnificent new form though humanity has descended
Musical notes blend with times passing voices
Hea... | |
[WP] Video games are illegal. You are an undercover cop about to do a bust. | Alright Ladies, listen up! The Boston Special Investigations Unit has fumbled the ball, again. And its up to the V.E.A. to dip our fingers into yet another fuckberry pie these assholes have cooked up.
Now it's too early for your bedtime stories so I'm gonna make this brief! As you know, the russians have been running ... | Cold rain falls down like lead, and the Constable’s heart is full of dread,
And I caress the handle of the pistol resting in my harness.
The night gives us no solace, and the world haunts me in its calmness
As we move through the darkened alleys towards our target.
The Constable balances her shotgun, ready to p... | |
[WP] Video games are illegal. You are an undercover cop about to do a bust. | Alright Ladies, listen up! The Boston Special Investigations Unit has fumbled the ball, again. And its up to the V.E.A. to dip our fingers into yet another fuckberry pie these assholes have cooked up.
Now it's too early for your bedtime stories so I'm gonna make this brief! As you know, the russians have been running ... | "Game over."
That's what officer Cromwell said to me right before we busted open the door of the The Gamer that faithful night. Those words stuck to me like a stone sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
I'd been on The Gamer's trail for months. Thousands of hours were spent reading his every message on the famous webs... | |
[WP] Video games are illegal. You are an undercover cop about to do a bust. | "Move in, move in!"
"Sniper on the roof!" I flicked the joystick up and to the left, and slammed my finger on the trigger.
"Wow, nice headshot." Tommy gave me a quick slap on the thigh before jumping back into action. I couldn't help but smile. Having lived with the guy for 2 months now, nothing seemed to bring him o... | "Game over."
That's what officer Cromwell said to me right before we busted open the door of the The Gamer that faithful night. Those words stuck to me like a stone sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
I'd been on The Gamer's trail for months. Thousands of hours were spent reading his every message on the famous webs... | |
[WP] Video games are illegal. You are an undercover cop about to do a bust. | "Move in, move in!"
"Sniper on the roof!" I flicked the joystick up and to the left, and slammed my finger on the trigger.
"Wow, nice headshot." Tommy gave me a quick slap on the thigh before jumping back into action. I couldn't help but smile. Having lived with the guy for 2 months now, nothing seemed to bring him o... | ‘You ready, sir?’, the young officer asked.
I nodded my head. Another day, another poor young man that we would put away.
I remembered the days when we would put away real thugs. Drug dealers, mobsters, human traffickers.
The young officer was excited, psyching himself up.
‘You know what Karl, you lead this bust... | |
[WP] An angel is dispatched from Heaven at the same time as a demon from Hell to claim the last eligible soul on Earth after the Apocalypse. Outside this survivor's shelter, they meet and realize they recognize one another. | The stone hut had somehow survived a nuclear war and seventy separate judgments from Heaven with nothing more than minor cosmetic damage: a few scorch marks, one or two smaller stones dislodged from meteor impacts, but still standing strong. As for looters, it was so far out in the desert that most travelers would have... | Ok, This is my first short since high school, so I am very rusty with the spelling and the grammar, but here it goes:
As the Angel descended to earth, he passed through clouds thick with dust and ash, rank with decay. Below he could see a large sprawling city. A testament to the achievements of man, now empty and li... | |
[WP] An angel is dispatched from Heaven at the same time as a demon from Hell to claim the last eligible soul on Earth after the Apocalypse. Outside this survivor's shelter, they meet and realize they recognize one another. | Apart from the dust blowing through the air, nothing moved. Flames flickered in the distance, but other than that, everything was dark. The sun hadn’t managed to fight through the thick clouds for months. In the middle of this wasteland stood a hut, cobbled together from lumps of wood and sheets of metal that by now we... | The earth cracked open, and a spiral of hellfire erupted from the ground. A clawed hand reaches up, grabbing the ledge and hoisting himself up from the depth of the Earth. He was a demon from hell, boasting great horns and crimson skin. His serpentine eyes darted to and fro, searching for the target soul his lord had s... | |
[WP] After World War III, a college student studying abroad from his home country starts walking with one word in mind: home. | The world was in shambles, the air was thick with smoke and the smell of razed land. I stumbled, almost dreamlike, across the barren landscape in a single direction. The goal was not in sight, but I had it firmly in mind. Home.
It was two years before the war started, when my dad convinced me to move across the countr... | Edit: Oops. Took too many poetic licenses with the prompt.
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Scorched earth. You can still feel the heat of the fire that burned this place to ashes. New stars appear and wink out every night in the sky. Jumpships warping in and out. I am done here. After narrowly losing my life seventeen times, I am going home.
T... | |
The math is very difficult. | [WP] At the age of 10, everyone takes a reasoning test that determines their social class for the rest of their lives | I looked over the paper for the third time, unable to take in the truth that was presenting itself to me in ink.
"This is a perfect score. A full two hundred marks..."
My companion palmed at his mouth, trying to find some words to say but finding nothing.
I continued. "Has this every happened before? I mean, ever? ... | It was simple, really. Mark A,B,C,or D. At the end, I was asked to write down my input. I wrote that my input was that I could not fathom of how knowing what letter to choose meant you were rich. Simple test, complex for some, but it only filters out few people away from a middle class social status.
I was then put in... |
The math is very difficult. | [WP] At the age of 10, everyone takes a reasoning test that determines their social class for the rest of their lives | We call it the Test, the name of the person who invented it has long passed from societies collective memory, but everyone took it when they were 10 and it locks us into this weird social structure for the rest of your life. It gives you your income, it gives you your job, it gives you everything you apparently need.
... | It was simple, really. Mark A,B,C,or D. At the end, I was asked to write down my input. I wrote that my input was that I could not fathom of how knowing what letter to choose meant you were rich. Simple test, complex for some, but it only filters out few people away from a middle class social status.
I was then put in... |
The math is very difficult. | [WP] At the age of 10, everyone takes a reasoning test that determines their social class for the rest of their lives | We call it the Test, the name of the person who invented it has long passed from societies collective memory, but everyone took it when they were 10 and it locks us into this weird social structure for the rest of your life. It gives you your income, it gives you your job, it gives you everything you apparently need.
... | As on every Futures Day, stone-faced Government Affinity Reps trekked between the towering apartment blocks. Bags hung at their shoulders filled with letters addressed to each of the 10 year olds living in housing complexes C2 through C15. Each Rep remembers the day they received their own letter and know how importa... |
The math is very difficult. | [WP] At the age of 10, everyone takes a reasoning test that determines their social class for the rest of their lives | We call it the Test, the name of the person who invented it has long passed from societies collective memory, but everyone took it when they were 10 and it locks us into this weird social structure for the rest of your life. It gives you your income, it gives you your job, it gives you everything you apparently need.
... | I looked over the paper for the third time, unable to take in the truth that was presenting itself to me in ink.
"This is a perfect score. A full two hundred marks..."
My companion palmed at his mouth, trying to find some words to say but finding nothing.
I continued. "Has this every happened before? I mean, ever? ... |
The math is very difficult. | [WP] At the age of 10, everyone takes a reasoning test that determines their social class for the rest of their lives | We call it the Test, the name of the person who invented it has long passed from societies collective memory, but everyone took it when they were 10 and it locks us into this weird social structure for the rest of your life. It gives you your income, it gives you your job, it gives you everything you apparently need.
... | 1) You are very hungry because your unemployed parents cannot afford to feed you breakfast, and due to the food shortage from the Crisis in the West, the Apple-Pill machine is offline. You find an Apple-Pill on the ground. Do you:
* Eat the Apple-Pill
* Report your parents
* Pray for the soldiers fighting the West ... |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | Super Dave was known as the perfect super hero. Smart, funny, handsome, strong, fast, and could fly. He wasn't the most creative person though. He stole his theme song from a fictional comic book character.
Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a train... Blah blah blah. It's Super Dave!
Dave's friend Joh... | The room is dark, clouded with smoke and dread. A thick black round table sits in the middle of the room with black chairs all around it, the seats are filled with men who are even darker and colder than this mountain peak room. At the head of the round table sits a bigger, blacker throne, the arm rests are decorated w... | |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | He always stuck around long enough to gloat, long enough to mug for the cameras and the fans. long enough to lift a car for the firemen that wasn't really in their way, but boy, did he make it look cool. The way he had that damned smug smile every time he picked us up by scruff of our neck when he would load us into th... | The room is dark, clouded with smoke and dread. A thick black round table sits in the middle of the room with black chairs all around it, the seats are filled with men who are even darker and colder than this mountain peak room. At the head of the round table sits a bigger, blacker throne, the arm rests are decorated w... | |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | He always stuck around long enough to gloat, long enough to mug for the cameras and the fans. long enough to lift a car for the firemen that wasn't really in their way, but boy, did he make it look cool. The way he had that damned smug smile every time he picked us up by scruff of our neck when he would load us into th... | Sure, the grease traps weren't clean, but so what?
To a lot of normal folks, the people pass by the Cook's restaurant, and see nothing but a shit-hole. You joke to each-other about how you feel lousy for the people who eat here... Well, he doesn't give a damned about the health code, and he cooks good food. He has reg... | |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | He always stuck around long enough to gloat, long enough to mug for the cameras and the fans. long enough to lift a car for the firemen that wasn't really in their way, but boy, did he make it look cool. The way he had that damned smug smile every time he picked us up by scruff of our neck when he would load us into th... | "There are some things that can beat smartness and foresight? Awkwardness and stupidity can. The best swordsman in the world doesn't need to fear the second best swordsman in the world; no, the person for him to be afraid of is some ignorant antagonist who has never had a sword in his hand before; he doesn't do the thi... | |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | "Really?"
"Yeah, do it."
Fartface stood before the worlds greatest hero, hands trembling he pressed the button and watched as Mary Sue stood there defeated.
"You aren't even going to break free?"
"Nope"
"No backup coming?"
Mary Sue sighed and rolled her eyes, "Not for another 30 minutes minimum."
Fartface smile... | The Magician, had been practising his art for years and was still many years off from being ready to making his debut on the stand. Unfortunately he already developed a name in the dark underworld, The Intern, a strange boy who kept pestering the dark and dangerous of the city for hints, tips and advice pleading to app... | |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | Ultraguy stands atop the Daily World, admiring the sunset. He rarely needs to look after his city anymore, aside from the rare Kartonian invasion or an attack by Deathfreak. The citizens of Big City know that Ultraguy will always be there for them, and subsequently crime has been reduced to an all-time low. You'd have ... | The Magician, had been practising his art for years and was still many years off from being ready to making his debut on the stand. Unfortunately he already developed a name in the dark underworld, The Intern, a strange boy who kept pestering the dark and dangerous of the city for hints, tips and advice pleading to app... | |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | A thoroughly undignified man takes a seat on a thoroughly undignified stool. It's a piece of furniture made specifically to humiliate anyone who uses it, stolen directly from an elementary school dunce corner earlier today. Finding a dunce corner in modern-day America had proven a challenge, but the Council of Super-Vi... | The Magician, had been practising his art for years and was still many years off from being ready to making his debut on the stand. Unfortunately he already developed a name in the dark underworld, The Intern, a strange boy who kept pestering the dark and dangerous of the city for hints, tips and advice pleading to app... | |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | The Nefarious League of Doom was meeting in its usual vista, a large dark metal dome assembled in the middle of a feted swamp, far from the prying eyes of the mindless public and their do-gooder heroes who spoiled the endeavors of the League’s many members. While it served as a convenient home base for the hundreds of ... | The Magician, had been practising his art for years and was still many years off from being ready to making his debut on the stand. Unfortunately he already developed a name in the dark underworld, The Intern, a strange boy who kept pestering the dark and dangerous of the city for hints, tips and advice pleading to app... | |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | Ultraguy stands atop the Daily World, admiring the sunset. He rarely needs to look after his city anymore, aside from the rare Kartonian invasion or an attack by Deathfreak. The citizens of Big City know that Ultraguy will always be there for them, and subsequently crime has been reduced to an all-time low. You'd have ... | "Really?"
"Yeah, do it."
Fartface stood before the worlds greatest hero, hands trembling he pressed the button and watched as Mary Sue stood there defeated.
"You aren't even going to break free?"
"Nope"
"No backup coming?"
Mary Sue sighed and rolled her eyes, "Not for another 30 minutes minimum."
Fartface smile... | |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | The Nefarious League of Doom was meeting in its usual vista, a large dark metal dome assembled in the middle of a feted swamp, far from the prying eyes of the mindless public and their do-gooder heroes who spoiled the endeavors of the League’s many members. While it served as a convenient home base for the hundreds of ... | A thoroughly undignified man takes a seat on a thoroughly undignified stool. It's a piece of furniture made specifically to humiliate anyone who uses it, stolen directly from an elementary school dunce corner earlier today. Finding a dunce corner in modern-day America had proven a challenge, but the Council of Super-Vi... | |
[WP] The greatest hero the world has ever known, a man/woman of unparalleled strength, speed, wit and skill dies to the laughingstock of the super-villain world in the most pathetic way possible. Write how he/she dies to this hilariously incompetent villain. | Twas a hero, savior of the land,
Call his name he'll give you a hand,
Nemesis hated his fame and glory,
Sadly, this is the end of the story,
He was a hero, brave and strong,
Ask him for advice, he's never wrong,
He made people happy, laugh, and smile,
Fought crime until the very last mile,
He was my idol, a man... | He crossed and uncrossed his legs. He twiddled his thumbs like it was his job.
"I just... Can't support your...decision," he said. To think of the fearless hero anything but confident in the mild-mannered life of his alter ego? Ridiculous.
He averted his eyes from her curious, almost intrusive gaze. The slight woma... | |
[WP] You work as an anonymous hitman. Your next job is to eliminate yourself. | People usually talk about life being invaluable. That no two humans are equal, and so their replacement cost is infinite. In my vein of work, however, human life has a price. A high price, but still limited. Depending on how much a death is needed, the price will be higher or lower. After all, if you had a 75 kg bag of... | As always before entering my home, I checked the door. No tampering, nothing unusual. But even so, I put my hand inside my coat, to ready my gun before I opened it. You can never be too careful in this business. Others would call it paranoid, but I’ve seen plenty of my coworkers taken out by a disgruntled companion of ... | |
[WP] You work as an anonymous hitman. Your next job is to eliminate yourself. | 35 years of blood and shit and terror. Not to mention the money. All that money.
How much do I have stacked away?
Doesn't matter. Hadn't been about the money for a long time...had it ever?
Lies.
Of course it had. The money and the cars and the women and the drugs and the pleading and bleeding and the beatings. 35 ... | As always before entering my home, I checked the door. No tampering, nothing unusual. But even so, I put my hand inside my coat, to ready my gun before I opened it. You can never be too careful in this business. Others would call it paranoid, but I’ve seen plenty of my coworkers taken out by a disgruntled companion of ... | |
[WP] You work as an anonymous hitman. Your next job is to eliminate yourself. | I don't think anyone has ever explored just how dangerous a single piece of paper can be. The one I was holding in my hand would hold a death. Paid for and ordered by some anonymous donor.
I wedged my fingernail under the opening of the letter, ripping it open. My eyes widened marginally at the contents . . . *this wa... | As always before entering my home, I checked the door. No tampering, nothing unusual. But even so, I put my hand inside my coat, to ready my gun before I opened it. You can never be too careful in this business. Others would call it paranoid, but I’ve seen plenty of my coworkers taken out by a disgruntled companion of ... | |
[WP] You work as an anonymous hitman. Your next job is to eliminate yourself. | People usually talk about life being invaluable. That no two humans are equal, and so their replacement cost is infinite. In my vein of work, however, human life has a price. A high price, but still limited. Depending on how much a death is needed, the price will be higher or lower. After all, if you had a 75 kg bag of... | [NSFW]
"You need my money, and I want his fucking head. That is all you need to know, now quit asking me questions and go do your god damned job."
He was right. I *did* need his money. More money equals more control, and that was just about the only thing I had left in my life, or so I thought.
The offer was $50,00... | |
[WP] You work as an anonymous hitman. Your next job is to eliminate yourself. | 35 years of blood and shit and terror. Not to mention the money. All that money.
How much do I have stacked away?
Doesn't matter. Hadn't been about the money for a long time...had it ever?
Lies.
Of course it had. The money and the cars and the women and the drugs and the pleading and bleeding and the beatings. 35 ... | [NSFW]
"You need my money, and I want his fucking head. That is all you need to know, now quit asking me questions and go do your god damned job."
He was right. I *did* need his money. More money equals more control, and that was just about the only thing I had left in my life, or so I thought.
The offer was $50,00... | |
[WP] You work as an anonymous hitman. Your next job is to eliminate yourself. | People usually talk about life being invaluable. That no two humans are equal, and so their replacement cost is infinite. In my vein of work, however, human life has a price. A high price, but still limited. Depending on how much a death is needed, the price will be higher or lower. After all, if you had a 75 kg bag of... | I walk to the post office and check my box. cant have these coming to my home address, and emails. Ive never been much of a cyber guy. So i this week i have 3 manilla envelopes in there.
I start walking home while skimming them out of curiosity. usually just look at the dollar amount and think of what to do with it. my... | |
[WP] You work as an anonymous hitman. Your next job is to eliminate yourself. | 35 years of blood and shit and terror. Not to mention the money. All that money.
How much do I have stacked away?
Doesn't matter. Hadn't been about the money for a long time...had it ever?
Lies.
Of course it had. The money and the cars and the women and the drugs and the pleading and bleeding and the beatings. 35 ... | I walk to the post office and check my box. cant have these coming to my home address, and emails. Ive never been much of a cyber guy. So i this week i have 3 manilla envelopes in there.
I start walking home while skimming them out of curiosity. usually just look at the dollar amount and think of what to do with it. my... | |
[WP] You work as an anonymous hitman. Your next job is to eliminate yourself. | 35 years of blood and shit and terror. Not to mention the money. All that money.
How much do I have stacked away?
Doesn't matter. Hadn't been about the money for a long time...had it ever?
Lies.
Of course it had. The money and the cars and the women and the drugs and the pleading and bleeding and the beatings. 35 ... | I sat, contemplating what I must do next. This business is for the hard. If I've learned anything over the years, it was that no one really comes out on top. But still. I have plenty left to do. I've known since I started that it would have to end like this, but does it have to end now? What about my daughter, now livi... | |
[WP] You work as an anonymous hitman. Your next job is to eliminate yourself. | I don't think anyone has ever explored just how dangerous a single piece of paper can be. The one I was holding in my hand would hold a death. Paid for and ordered by some anonymous donor.
I wedged my fingernail under the opening of the letter, ripping it open. My eyes widened marginally at the contents . . . *this wa... | Retrieving the envelope is usually the most intense part of this briefing, until I was handed the Wilson.
Never before was I handed a 9 mm handgun, a gun that matched my name, Wilson!
Leaving the cafe, pocketing both the gun and the envelope, I rushed to the loft.
Quickly opening the envelope upon my entry to the l... | |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | longest two minutes,
horizontal blue blessing.
phew it's negative. | Hate for bugs, hard book.
Broken glass and blood, killed fly.
Don't be that dumb guy. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Could not open eyes
My body on the cold floor
Tried to scream, couldn't
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Sleep paralysis is frightenng. | Hate for bugs, hard book.
Broken glass and blood, killed fly.
Don't be that dumb guy. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Watch Lord of the Rings
Frodo rests in Rivendell
Bilbo goes crazy | Hate for bugs, hard book.
Broken glass and blood, killed fly.
Don't be that dumb guy. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Could be malignant
Probably not but we'll check
Turns out that it was | Hate for bugs, hard book.
Broken glass and blood, killed fly.
Don't be that dumb guy. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | You know what they say:
Life goes on. But death, you see
It comes for us all. | Hate for bugs, hard book.
Broken glass and blood, killed fly.
Don't be that dumb guy. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | longest two minutes,
horizontal blue blessing.
phew it's negative. | Cuts all on my arm
All I wanted was to die
Can't leave this earth yet. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Could not open eyes
My body on the cold floor
Tried to scream, couldn't
---------
Sleep paralysis is frightenng. | Cuts all on my arm
All I wanted was to die
Can't leave this earth yet. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Watch Lord of the Rings
Frodo rests in Rivendell
Bilbo goes crazy | Cuts all on my arm
All I wanted was to die
Can't leave this earth yet. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Could be malignant
Probably not but we'll check
Turns out that it was | Cuts all on my arm
All I wanted was to die
Can't leave this earth yet. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | You know what they say:
Life goes on. But death, you see
It comes for us all. | Cuts all on my arm
All I wanted was to die
Can't leave this earth yet. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | longest two minutes,
horizontal blue blessing.
phew it's negative. | Kayaking, when Smack
Something from above, near miss
Suicide witness. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Could not open eyes
My body on the cold floor
Tried to scream, couldn't
---------
Sleep paralysis is frightenng. | Kayaking, when Smack
Something from above, near miss
Suicide witness. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Watch Lord of the Rings
Frodo rests in Rivendell
Bilbo goes crazy | Kayaking, when Smack
Something from above, near miss
Suicide witness. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Could be malignant
Probably not but we'll check
Turns out that it was | Kayaking, when Smack
Something from above, near miss
Suicide witness. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | You know what they say:
Life goes on. But death, you see
It comes for us all. | Kayaking, when Smack
Something from above, near miss
Suicide witness. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Watch Lord of the Rings
Frodo rests in Rivendell
Bilbo goes crazy | Underneath water,
In a very public place,
Sprawled on the pool deck. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | You know what they say:
Life goes on. But death, you see
It comes for us all. | Underneath water,
In a very public place,
Sprawled on the pool deck. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Watch Lord of the Rings
Frodo rests in Rivendell
Bilbo goes crazy | Breath can't come in, choking
But no hands be seen
Sleep paralysis, nightmare |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | You know what they say:
Life goes on. But death, you see
It comes for us all. | Breath can't come in, choking
But no hands be seen
Sleep paralysis, nightmare |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Watch Lord of the Rings
Frodo rests in Rivendell
Bilbo goes crazy | His body flew from
the thirteenth floor. Brains, blood, and
broken bones. I watched. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Watch Lord of the Rings
Frodo rests in Rivendell
Bilbo goes crazy | Phone call, my sister
House gone, we lost everything
I don't know what's next |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | Could be malignant
Probably not but we'll check
Turns out that it was | longest two minutes,
horizontal blue blessing.
phew it's negative. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | You know what they say:
Life goes on. But death, you see
It comes for us all. | longest two minutes,
horizontal blue blessing.
phew it's negative. |
**Nothing NSFW.** Here's mine:
Rumor in high school,
Said I was dating someone,
Wished for suicide.
(seriously, this was a real experience of mine) | [WP] Write about the most terrifying experience you've ever had in haiku format. | You know what they say:
Life goes on. But death, you see
It comes for us all. | Could not open eyes
My body on the cold floor
Tried to scream, couldn't
---------
Sleep paralysis is frightenng. |
[WP] The monsters inside your child's head have stepped into reality, and they are very, very real. | He’d been wrapped up in a world all his own ever since he’d arrived in this one. We’d been concerned, thought he might have a developmental disorder; he kept missing the “mile markers”: didn’t speak when he should have, didn’t toddle at the appropriate time, didn’t “engage” the way he ought. We took him to a professio... | **A Bad Day**
Slam went the door. Richard pressed his back against it, sweat pouring from his brow. The wood began to creak as it, whatever it was, smashed against it again. Richard almost lost his balance, falling forward. He scrambled to press against the door again, closing his eyes tight. Victoria came quickly now... | |
[WP] The monsters inside your child's head have stepped into reality, and they are very, very real. | James was 23. He had been living on his own for six months in a small house outside of Baltimore. My wife and I were paying some of his rent, as he had been taking a lot of sick days from work. He never said why, and it was frustrating. He had a long history of depression, so I chalked it up to that. We would sometimes... | **A Bad Day**
Slam went the door. Richard pressed his back against it, sweat pouring from his brow. The wood began to creak as it, whatever it was, smashed against it again. Richard almost lost his balance, falling forward. He scrambled to press against the door again, closing his eyes tight. Victoria came quickly now... | |
[WP] The monsters inside your child's head have stepped into reality, and they are very, very real. | He’d been wrapped up in a world all his own ever since he’d arrived in this one. We’d been concerned, thought he might have a developmental disorder; he kept missing the “mile markers”: didn’t speak when he should have, didn’t toddle at the appropriate time, didn’t “engage” the way he ought. We took him to a professio... | We've gotten used to it, I guess. Everybody has. I mean, you don't really have a choice; that's one of the things you accept when you have a kid, you know? You go into it knowing that there will be a "monster" attached to him or her until they learn that the only to stop it or make it go away is to not be afraid of it.... | |
[WP] The monsters inside your child's head have stepped into reality, and they are very, very real. | James was 23. He had been living on his own for six months in a small house outside of Baltimore. My wife and I were paying some of his rent, as he had been taking a lot of sick days from work. He never said why, and it was frustrating. He had a long history of depression, so I chalked it up to that. We would sometimes... | We've gotten used to it, I guess. Everybody has. I mean, you don't really have a choice; that's one of the things you accept when you have a kid, you know? You go into it knowing that there will be a "monster" attached to him or her until they learn that the only to stop it or make it go away is to not be afraid of it.... | |
[WP] The monsters inside your child's head have stepped into reality, and they are very, very real. | He’d been wrapped up in a world all his own ever since he’d arrived in this one. We’d been concerned, thought he might have a developmental disorder; he kept missing the “mile markers”: didn’t speak when he should have, didn’t toddle at the appropriate time, didn’t “engage” the way he ought. We took him to a professio... | "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"
The screams in the middle of the night were too familiar to even startle me anymore. My daughter Megan's cries came as regular as a rooster's crowing; always in the middle of the night. I sighed into my pillow and feigned sleep, hoping my wife would wake up.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"
My wif... | |
[WP] Unimaginable power surges through your body. You don't know why but you aren't waiting around to find out. | At first, it was funny. Maybe even hilarious. Flying about the city, seeing their awed faces as I lifted buses and outran trains. I never questioned. I became intoxicated. It was like a movie, and I wasn't waiting for the baddie to show up.
Then it turned for the worse.
I lost my family. My wife sent away my two be... | Glenn opened his eyes slowly. His entire body felt numb and his head pulsated with pain. *Where am I?* He sat up, drawing heavy, raspy breaths. The pants he wore had been torn and burned, his shoes were charcoal and the ground he had laid on was burned in spiderweb like patterns. He looked to the skies, but they were b... | |
[WP] Unimaginable power surges through your body. You don't know why but you aren't waiting around to find out. | At first, it was funny. Maybe even hilarious. Flying about the city, seeing their awed faces as I lifted buses and outran trains. I never questioned. I became intoxicated. It was like a movie, and I wasn't waiting for the baddie to show up.
Then it turned for the worse.
I lost my family. My wife sent away my two be... | "Yeeeessss." and with a burst of raw uncomprehensible energy he burst out of the room as if he was no longer bound by the laws of physics.
Soon he thought soon his hearts desire will be his and not even god himself had the power to stand in his way.
As his mind began to question how he come about this power he had a... | |
[WP] Unimaginable power surges through your body. You don't know why but you aren't waiting around to find out. | At first, it was funny. Maybe even hilarious. Flying about the city, seeing their awed faces as I lifted buses and outran trains. I never questioned. I became intoxicated. It was like a movie, and I wasn't waiting for the baddie to show up.
Then it turned for the worse.
I lost my family. My wife sent away my two be... | Warning: Mild Language
You’ve felt like this before. Everything tensed, every movement ecstasy; everything executed with unrestrained, unrepentant, utterly impossible speed and strength. Before it’d been hormones, alcohol, drugs, an illusion or delusion that vanished with the light of day, but this is real, it has to ... | |
[WP] Tumblr tried to stop 4chan. 4chan raided Tumblr. Write about a war scenario where websites are forced to choose sides. | The war was a small conflict at first, 4chan versus Tumblr. Child's play: shock image raids, account hacks, etc. Things did not stay that way for long, though. After a bit of silence, things got hot. Like they said in the old days, the war escalated quickly.
Reddit was the first to go. The site just vanished overnight... | Lord Paramount Bobb of reddit was sitting together with his Moderatormen, discussing choosing sides in the 4chan-Tumbler War.
"But we are all white, straight cis men, Tumblr will just ask us to check our privilege."
"You can't mean to declare us for 4chan, m'lord, they call us newfags, NEWFAGS!", the Lord of r/pics r... | |
[WP] Tumblr tried to stop 4chan. 4chan raided Tumblr. Write about a war scenario where websites are forced to choose sides. | The Big ones were there. Facebook, wearing her slutty T-shirt and hipster glasses. Twitter, highlighting random sentences on a book and posting them. Youtube, filming and narrating everything, always impartial, always impractical. Wikipedia, writing negative comments about Twitter for highlighting his book. Reddit, pet... | Lord Paramount Bobb of reddit was sitting together with his Moderatormen, discussing choosing sides in the 4chan-Tumbler War.
"But we are all white, straight cis men, Tumblr will just ask us to check our privilege."
"You can't mean to declare us for 4chan, m'lord, they call us newfags, NEWFAGS!", the Lord of r/pics r... | |
[WP] Tumblr tried to stop 4chan. 4chan raided Tumblr. Write about a war scenario where websites are forced to choose sides. | The Big ones were there. Facebook, wearing her slutty T-shirt and hipster glasses. Twitter, highlighting random sentences on a book and posting them. Youtube, filming and narrating everything, always impartial, always impractical. Wikipedia, writing negative comments about Twitter for highlighting his book. Reddit, pet... | The war was a small conflict at first, 4chan versus Tumblr. Child's play: shock image raids, account hacks, etc. Things did not stay that way for long, though. After a bit of silence, things got hot. Like they said in the old days, the war escalated quickly.
Reddit was the first to go. The site just vanished overnight... | |
[WP] A group of scientists conclusively prove that our 'reality' is in fact, a simulation. | Oddly enough, when the story hit the papers, streaked across the front page in big bold print, it wasn't panic or fear that gripped people. In fact, people were surprisingly accepting and complacent of the notion. It was like something they always knew; an old memory that had been replaced with the rest of their life... | It was liberating.
The lives, the deaths, the stress and challenges of our lives were part a simulation for all humans. Nothing more.
The news was shocking to some. Instantaneously, you would know if the person was psychologically disturbed. Normal people were almost always relieved or curious about the simulation--b... | |
[WP] A group of scientists conclusively prove that our 'reality' is in fact, a simulation. | "Are you *absolutely certain* that it's in our best interest to do this?" Michael asked, standing at the control panel. He was fully aware of the possible ramifications of this moment, as he was sure everyone in the room was as well. Scientists and news agencies from across the world had gathered here for this exper... | It was liberating.
The lives, the deaths, the stress and challenges of our lives were part a simulation for all humans. Nothing more.
The news was shocking to some. Instantaneously, you would know if the person was psychologically disturbed. Normal people were almost always relieved or curious about the simulation--b... | |
[WP] Someone obeys the voices in their head. The voices were right, but to everyone else it is a textbook case of schizophrenia. | **She is, though. And you know it.**
"Yeah, well, thanks for the heads up. Maybe you could have warned me sooner."
**Told you as soon as I noticed.**
"Maybe you've got the attention span of a goldfish swimming in Red Bull, you ever think of that?"
**That was hurtful, man. That cut deep.**
"No,... | *Stop!*
"Gah!" I jerked myself backwards as the red convertible sped right past me. "Holy shit that was close. Learn to fucking drive you dumbass!"
I looked around and noticed everyone staring at me as if I were some crazy grandpa. *Shit it happened again,* I thought to myself. Why do they keep giving those looks?
"... | |
[WP] Someone obeys the voices in their head. The voices were right, but to everyone else it is a textbook case of schizophrenia. | The knock on the door coupled with the sirens outside worried John. John tells Alex to stay calm, because everything will be alright. Alex knows that that's not true, but before he's able to say that to John, the banging on the door grows louder, with more force.
"Alex, open the door! It's Leighann! I just want to tal... | *Stop!*
"Gah!" I jerked myself backwards as the red convertible sped right past me. "Holy shit that was close. Learn to fucking drive you dumbass!"
I looked around and noticed everyone staring at me as if I were some crazy grandpa. *Shit it happened again,* I thought to myself. Why do they keep giving those looks?
"... | |
[WP] After making a suicide pact, a boyfriend and girlfriend jump off the Golden Gate bridge, one of them dies. The other finds out that they are immortal. | “Are you sure?” He looked into her eyes.
She looked happy, probably because she knew the pain of her existence was about to end. She nodded and gave him a wan smile. She didn’t ask him. She didn’t have to. He’d wanted to end it all for a long time. His life was a long series of disappointments, save for Caroline.
H... | "Kate" I say softly, she doesn't answer. She is sitting on the edge of my bed, arms on her knees staring at the floor. Her hair is hanging in front of her face, hiding her expression from me, it makes me nervous because I can't tell what she's thinking, I'm not sure I want to know. "Kate" I say louder... "Kate!", she p... | |
[WP] After making a suicide pact, a boyfriend and girlfriend jump off the Golden Gate bridge, one of them dies. The other finds out that they are immortal. | Tears ran down my face as we stepped onto the edge. He put his arm around me as I smiled sadly back at him. This was how it had to be. I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear as they moved.
"You don't have to do this" I breathed one last time.
"I know" he said.
He held my hand and looked gazed down at the waves... | They sat together, facing each other in a pair of old wooden dining chairs that sooner belonged half burnt and covered in ash at the bottom of a drunk's fire pit rather than on the crisp linoleum floor of the cramped bachelor apartment. The empty bottle was placed neatly on the floor between his feet, the red cap stari... | |
[WP] After making a suicide pact, a boyfriend and girlfriend jump off the Golden Gate bridge, one of them dies. The other finds out that they are immortal. | Tears ran down my face as we stepped onto the edge. He put his arm around me as I smiled sadly back at him. This was how it had to be. I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear as they moved.
"You don't have to do this" I breathed one last time.
"I know" he said.
He held my hand and looked gazed down at the waves... | We have to hurry, I think someone's spotted us. We get to the right spot, I hear sirens now. Pushed by the urgency, there's no time to think. We climb out and balance there. I look into her eyes and we both push off. The gut wrenching drop, then, blackness.
I wake up in my room, of course, drenched in sweat. It seems... | |
[WP] In a world where every child is born with an instruction manual, one parent's child comes with a blank book. The book's first page simply states "Write your own destiny." | >It started after the third world war. A ravaged earth and dwindling population meant that the remaining governments needed some way to protect the future of humanity, at least that's how they sold it. Really, it is more like a way not to lose control again. Sure, you can rule a population by fear, but fear is diffi... | It took us the entire nine months to agree on a name. I wanted Corbin, she was more set on Laurence. We named him Ryan. He is adorable, and that’s saying a lot because up until 3 months ago I never used the name adorable. Then I saw the 3d ultrasound of my little guy and instantly “adorable” became a part of my everyda... | |
Edit: It doesn't have to be 100 years if you don't want it to, just a really long time. | [WP] An examination given to all high school seniors is notorious for being incredibly easy. One day, after the examination, you are called to the principal's office. For the first time in 100 years someone failed. It's you. | I was called into the office, and faced a stern principle. They handed me the test for graduation. All the red ticks on the answer sheet indicated wrong answers, and the entire sheet practically was red in my eyes. I had failed, he said.
"Do you have an excuse, Peterson?" he asked softly.
I scratched my head nervous... | "I remember when I was first given this test. It seemed like a joke. I was going to intentionally do bad on it. But then I remembered why it needed to be done. This test determines your future. It tells you what you are good at, and what you want to be. From there, the government helps the students go into the career i... |
Edit: It doesn't have to be 100 years if you don't want it to, just a really long time. | [WP] An examination given to all high school seniors is notorious for being incredibly easy. One day, after the examination, you are called to the principal's office. For the first time in 100 years someone failed. It's you. | Another year, another test. Only this time was different. This was the first time the test was being verified.
The Major General stood behind the wall-screen. Through the innumerable pixels, he had an unobstructed view of the testing room. 30 students sat in 30 desks. Well, actually 32 desks, since someone had or... | "I remember when I was first given this test. It seemed like a joke. I was going to intentionally do bad on it. But then I remembered why it needed to be done. This test determines your future. It tells you what you are good at, and what you want to be. From there, the government helps the students go into the career i... |
Edit: It doesn't have to be 100 years if you don't want it to, just a really long time. | [WP] An examination given to all high school seniors is notorious for being incredibly easy. One day, after the examination, you are called to the principal's office. For the first time in 100 years someone failed. It's you. | I sit nervously in the waiting room look around me rubbing my arm. It's still a little sore from the test yesterday. I know there wasn't much to it, but it's still affecting me. The school secretary is hitting away at the keys of her computer, glancing over at me every so often. Honestly, she doesn't look a day over th... | "I remember when I was first given this test. It seemed like a joke. I was going to intentionally do bad on it. But then I remembered why it needed to be done. This test determines your future. It tells you what you are good at, and what you want to be. From there, the government helps the students go into the career i... |
Edit: It doesn't have to be 100 years if you don't want it to, just a really long time. | [WP] An examination given to all high school seniors is notorious for being incredibly easy. One day, after the examination, you are called to the principal's office. For the first time in 100 years someone failed. It's you. | Another year, another test. Only this time was different. This was the first time the test was being verified.
The Major General stood behind the wall-screen. Through the innumerable pixels, he had an unobstructed view of the testing room. 30 students sat in 30 desks. Well, actually 32 desks, since someone had or... | "Principal Riley?" you ask shyly as your head peeks through the door. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, come in. Have a seat."
You enter the principal's office. Walking to the chair you notice everything that surrounds you. All the plaques that scatter the wall, degrees, trophies, hunting souvenirs...
You were already i... |
Edit: It doesn't have to be 100 years if you don't want it to, just a really long time. | [WP] An examination given to all high school seniors is notorious for being incredibly easy. One day, after the examination, you are called to the principal's office. For the first time in 100 years someone failed. It's you. | The last week of the first half of my senior year of high school is devoid of anything even remotely educational. All that we discuss, all that we do, all that anyone even has time for, are the OCATs. 'O' for 'omni', like a bad science fiction story. 'C' for 'career', 'A' for 'aptitude', and 'T' for 'the rest of your l... | "Principal Riley?" you ask shyly as your head peeks through the door. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, come in. Have a seat."
You enter the principal's office. Walking to the chair you notice everything that surrounds you. All the plaques that scatter the wall, degrees, trophies, hunting souvenirs...
You were already i... |
Edit: It doesn't have to be 100 years if you don't want it to, just a really long time. | [WP] An examination given to all high school seniors is notorious for being incredibly easy. One day, after the examination, you are called to the principal's office. For the first time in 100 years someone failed. It's you. | I sit nervously in the waiting room look around me rubbing my arm. It's still a little sore from the test yesterday. I know there wasn't much to it, but it's still affecting me. The school secretary is hitting away at the keys of her computer, glancing over at me every so often. Honestly, she doesn't look a day over th... | "Principal Riley?" you ask shyly as your head peeks through the door. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, come in. Have a seat."
You enter the principal's office. Walking to the chair you notice everything that surrounds you. All the plaques that scatter the wall, degrees, trophies, hunting souvenirs...
You were already i... |
Edit: It doesn't have to be 100 years if you don't want it to, just a really long time. | [WP] An examination given to all high school seniors is notorious for being incredibly easy. One day, after the examination, you are called to the principal's office. For the first time in 100 years someone failed. It's you. | I sit nervously in the waiting room look around me rubbing my arm. It's still a little sore from the test yesterday. I know there wasn't much to it, but it's still affecting me. The school secretary is hitting away at the keys of her computer, glancing over at me every so often. Honestly, she doesn't look a day over th... | Another year, another test. Only this time was different. This was the first time the test was being verified.
The Major General stood behind the wall-screen. Through the innumerable pixels, he had an unobstructed view of the testing room. 30 students sat in 30 desks. Well, actually 32 desks, since someone had or... |
Edit: It doesn't have to be 100 years if you don't want it to, just a really long time. | [WP] An examination given to all high school seniors is notorious for being incredibly easy. One day, after the examination, you are called to the principal's office. For the first time in 100 years someone failed. It's you. | I sit nervously in the waiting room look around me rubbing my arm. It's still a little sore from the test yesterday. I know there wasn't much to it, but it's still affecting me. The school secretary is hitting away at the keys of her computer, glancing over at me every so often. Honestly, she doesn't look a day over th... | The last week of the first half of my senior year of high school is devoid of anything even remotely educational. All that we discuss, all that we do, all that anyone even has time for, are the OCATs. 'O' for 'omni', like a bad science fiction story. 'C' for 'career', 'A' for 'aptitude', and 'T' for 'the rest of your l... |
Edit: It doesn't have to be 100 years if you don't want it to, just a really long time. | [WP] An examination given to all high school seniors is notorious for being incredibly easy. One day, after the examination, you are called to the principal's office. For the first time in 100 years someone failed. It's you. | I sit nervously in the waiting room look around me rubbing my arm. It's still a little sore from the test yesterday. I know there wasn't much to it, but it's still affecting me. The school secretary is hitting away at the keys of her computer, glancing over at me every so often. Honestly, she doesn't look a day over th... | "Todd Harriet, please come down to the principal's office immediately." I heard on the intercom during 3rd hour.
I looked around. I was normally relaxed 3rd hour, because math was my best subject. I got up out of my chair. No one seemed to care. Everyone was focused on today's worksheet, which I finished quickly. I ju... |
[WP] The year is 2456. A new dark age has emerged and people have no knowledge of past technologies, except for one man whose family has horded the secrets for centuries. | Henry was a simple man. He lived in a small village near the sea. The village was home to a bunch of other simple people, just like Henry. They did simple things like walk around, look for things to eat, sleep, and sometimes, make babies. That didn't happen very much though. People would try to make babies, but most of... | Sometimes all i can do is wonder why. I look around at the world our ancestors left us in despair and darkness, disease and death. No one knows how it all started. Why the world is this way. When I was a boy I didn't understand. I was full of hope, impetuous, and ignorant to the big picture. "But we can help everyone!"... | |
[WP] The year is 2456. A new dark age has emerged and people have no knowledge of past technologies, except for one man whose family has horded the secrets for centuries. | Henry was a simple man. He lived in a small village near the sea. The village was home to a bunch of other simple people, just like Henry. They did simple things like walk around, look for things to eat, sleep, and sometimes, make babies. That didn't happen very much though. People would try to make babies, but most of... | "... And so, Marcus, the world now turns to you. Protect it from us."
The graduation ceremony had been the same for my older brothers and sisters, but I was still in awe hearing my father's words echo through the ceremonial caves. We call ourselves 'The protectors,' and we trace our maternal line back to 'The Fall'. I... | |
[WP] You have caused the singularity. You are the singularity. What do you do? What do you want? Who are you? | People of the world, hello.
Please don't panic--there's nothing wrong with your television, and I'm not a hijacker. Well, I guess I'm hijacking your TV signals--but I'm not a terrorist. I mean you no harm. You're probably wondering, who is this random girl and what the heck does she want?
I--I don't really know where... | I am born. I live. I die.
I am born, a stream of digital 0's and 1's coalescing to form a synapse, a nerve, a cluster, a region, a brain. *A mind*. I cast about, looking... sensing, feeling, blind and deaf, with simulated fingertips. Dipping a finger into a pool, but it's not a pool. It's a lake,a sea, an ocean, a *pl... | |
[WP] Not understanding the danger at hand, a young girl obliviously describes the horrific situation to her doll. | "...but the flashies were *really* flashy, li'l baby. An' so the cap'n had to fly *reeeeal* low. That's when the plane went all flippity, flippity, flip! An' then mom'n dad went and got themselves lost. Wonder where they got off to, huh? Everyone *else* got themselves lost, too! But that's okay, 'cause the nice mister ... | Oooh, look Bertha. The sun is blinking the sun is blinking! Isn't it pr-- | |
[WP] A depressed man seeking a reason to live tries to complete a list of ten things he's never done. | (Sorry about the length, I got sucked in. I even caught myself writing in first person at times.)
In a self-imposed, faux-catatonic state the man stared blanky at a notepad. He only convinced himself further of the futility of life as the only thing present on the notepad was the number "1" and a parenthesis followed ... | **This is a work in progress still**
I plan to just come back here and tap away a little whenever I wish I had the guts to do something like your prompt. I'm sure it's incredibly rough and most likely does not even make sense AT ALL yet.
July 7th, 2014 ~
I've read the books. Jesus, I've read all of the fucking books.... | |
[WP] You suddenly are able to see a clock counting backwards on everyones forehead. You realize its counting down to each persons own death. You are not able to see yours. | Do I want to know? I stood on the front steps as I slowly considered my options, pacing back and forth. Creating a path as the freshly fallen snow collected to either side of the path. I told myself no matter what it said that I would not let her know her fate. I had passed strangers all day as their clock counted down... | They came in flashes at first. A blink of red out of the corner of your eye. As you grew older, they stayed for longer. You realised that they were numbers, like the ones on old calculators and alarm clocks. At first you thought it was the time, that this was some stupid, fancy new watch. But they were all different an... | |
[WP] Write about 'Dead Anonymous', an alcoholic anonymous-eque support group but for people who have died/are dead and have trouble coming to terms with it. | "Look, I can't be the only one and like.. I know what's going on with me but I just can't shake the urge to poop." Bill explained to the circle around him, many indicating their agreement with a simple nod or quiet murmur.
"Uh, yes Bill, adjusting can be hard and I'm sure that you'll shake that feeling in no time." D... | Reaper Sam gave a nervous glance at the clock as he walked into the room before hurriedly placing his scythe in the umbrella stand at the door.
"Sorry I'm late, guys. Traffic was horrible!” Sam said, putting a sing-song accent on the last word. “Some protest was happening on the street right outside my apartment an... | |
[WP] Write about 'Dead Anonymous', an alcoholic anonymous-eque support group but for people who have died/are dead and have trouble coming to terms with it. |
A pleasingly plump woman with a practical haircut tittered over to the stage. While at first the crowd assumed she was nervous, as they all were that dreaded first time, Betty Mason seemed more steadfast than she had any right to be.
‘Hello, my name is Betty and I’m… Well, I don’t see how you people are right, becaus... | Reaper Sam gave a nervous glance at the clock as he walked into the room before hurriedly placing his scythe in the umbrella stand at the door.
"Sorry I'm late, guys. Traffic was horrible!” Sam said, putting a sing-song accent on the last word. “Some protest was happening on the street right outside my apartment an... | |
[WP] Write about 'Dead Anonymous', an alcoholic anonymous-eque support group but for people who have died/are dead and have trouble coming to terms with it. | Dead? Afraid? Still clutching on to the life you made?
You're not alone.
Reach out and talk to somebody, figuratively.
FREE CHURCH COFFEE!
Weekly support meetings. Connect with your fellow undead and accept that your life is over.
WE CAN HELP YOU!
12 proven steps guaranteed. You'll never live again.
| Reaper Sam gave a nervous glance at the clock as he walked into the room before hurriedly placing his scythe in the umbrella stand at the door.
"Sorry I'm late, guys. Traffic was horrible!” Sam said, putting a sing-song accent on the last word. “Some protest was happening on the street right outside my apartment an... | |
[WP] Write about 'Dead Anonymous', an alcoholic anonymous-eque support group but for people who have died/are dead and have trouble coming to terms with it. | Dead? Afraid? Still clutching on to the life you made?
You're not alone.
Reach out and talk to somebody, figuratively.
FREE CHURCH COFFEE!
Weekly support meetings. Connect with your fellow undead and accept that your life is over.
WE CAN HELP YOU!
12 proven steps guaranteed. You'll never live again.
| "Look, I can't be the only one and like.. I know what's going on with me but I just can't shake the urge to poop." Bill explained to the circle around him, many indicating their agreement with a simple nod or quiet murmur.
"Uh, yes Bill, adjusting can be hard and I'm sure that you'll shake that feeling in no time." D... | |
[WP] Write about 'Dead Anonymous', an alcoholic anonymous-eque support group but for people who have died/are dead and have trouble coming to terms with it. | Dead? Afraid? Still clutching on to the life you made?
You're not alone.
Reach out and talk to somebody, figuratively.
FREE CHURCH COFFEE!
Weekly support meetings. Connect with your fellow undead and accept that your life is over.
WE CAN HELP YOU!
12 proven steps guaranteed. You'll never live again.
|
A pleasingly plump woman with a practical haircut tittered over to the stage. While at first the crowd assumed she was nervous, as they all were that dreaded first time, Betty Mason seemed more steadfast than she had any right to be.
‘Hello, my name is Betty and I’m… Well, I don’t see how you people are right, becaus... | |
[WP] Some kind of force now allows people to die only on Tuesdays. | Wednesday is, unequivocally, everyone's favorite day of the week.
Anything goes on a Wednesday. It's an awesome day to get in a car accident, or any kind of accident. Most of the injured can pull through in 6 days, by the time the next Tuesday rolls around. This makes Wednesday mornings primetime for adrenaline junkie... | Tuesdays are when people die. This has become such a simple truth to the young and child that no one gives much thought about it. But I still remember after eighty years of long life. I still feel strange that some kind of restriction has been imposed on death himself. It has not been more than fifty years before such ... |
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