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Well... | [WP] One day you notice you haven't seen any Hitler related writing prompts for a full hour at least. | I was confused. I settled into my old office chair, lilting to the side from years of use, to write my daily story about Hitler. The place I turned to for inspiration was the writing prompts subreddit, full of ideas to explore. What if Hitler had gotten into art school? What if Nazi Germany had invented a giant fightin... | "What the fuck?" I murmured as I refreshed the page again. "Where the shit is Hitler?"
Suddenly panicking, I opened a new tab and picked Wikipedia out of my favorites tab.
H-i-t-l-e-r.
No, his page is still here... Thank god, I guess that means the timeline hasn't changed. I had been sure that was the only reason ... |
Well... | [WP] One day you notice you haven't seen any Hitler related writing prompts for a full hour at least. | I was browsing /new, looking for karma opportunities when I noticed something was off. I hadn't seen any Hitler prompts for a while. I checked around other subreddits, and there were still Hitler posts appearing everywhere else.
Maybe a new rule had been added? I read through the sidebar, and didn't see any new rule,... | Wooper160 was a cheeky fellow. They thought it would be a fun idea to be meta, without truly being meta, and bring up a fact that had been bothering them. Hitler had disappeared from the front page...
So, they went to work, crafting a devious scheme to bring him back to the forefront of everyone's minds! If everyone ... |
Well... | [WP] One day you notice you haven't seen any Hitler related writing prompts for a full hour at least. | *Huh. No Hitler today.*
It was an odd thing to whine about, but alternate history places drew in Hitler posts like they're secretly a bunch of Neo-Nazis. There was always, without fail, at least one Hitler prompt every hour. I could never understand how people could always come up with new ideas (What if Hitler was Ba... | Wooper160 was a cheeky fellow. They thought it would be a fun idea to be meta, without truly being meta, and bring up a fact that had been bothering them. Hitler had disappeared from the front page...
So, they went to work, crafting a devious scheme to bring him back to the forefront of everyone's minds! If everyone ... |
Well... | [WP] One day you notice you haven't seen any Hitler related writing prompts for a full hour at least. | I'd cracked the /r/writingprompts code. I'd written thousands of sample Hitler stories, covering every conceivable scenario. I'd racked up over 100,000 comment karma over the last few months just copy-pasting my pre-written Hitler stories every few hours.
You may remember my 2,500-word supernatural action-thriller in ... | Wooper160 was a cheeky fellow. They thought it would be a fun idea to be meta, without truly being meta, and bring up a fact that had been bothering them. Hitler had disappeared from the front page...
So, they went to work, crafting a devious scheme to bring him back to the forefront of everyone's minds! If everyone ... |
Well... | [WP] One day you notice you haven't seen any Hitler related writing prompts for a full hour at least. | *Huh. No Hitler today.*
It was an odd thing to whine about, but alternate history places drew in Hitler posts like they're secretly a bunch of Neo-Nazis. There was always, without fail, at least one Hitler prompt every hour. I could never understand how people could always come up with new ideas (What if Hitler was Ba... | I was browsing /new, looking for karma opportunities when I noticed something was off. I hadn't seen any Hitler prompts for a while. I checked around other subreddits, and there were still Hitler posts appearing everywhere else.
Maybe a new rule had been added? I read through the sidebar, and didn't see any new rule,... |
[WP] The meaning of life has been finally discovered, but people hate it. | So it's true.
We are just an intergalactic experiment. All of Earth is but a seed planted in the universe. Such a great motivation to continue persisting on life, huh?
Aliens; fucking aliens, are the only reason why we are even alive. They just watch us like lab rats procreating, inventing, destroying, fighting and su... | Apathy ran rampant, and existential crises became the norm for even the most simple-minded people. Philosophers began to question life's absurdity, and certain religious figures argue against the theory, despite the evidence. It was as if there was a collective "Now what?"
It was unfortunately ironic that the meanin... | |
[WP] Death comes to collect one final life - God. | At this end of the room, the only thing of any significance was The Throne.
Ultimas stood before The Throne and regarded the figure sitting upon it. Anyone else, even an Angel, would have trouble making out exactly who or what sat on the throne. Most saw what they wished to see through no action of their own. A gentle... | A little boy [5 years old? 6?] entered in through the backdoor of the house. "Dad! It's time to go!"
God was hunched over his laptop, continually refreshing his inbox.
"What are you doing?"
God didn't look up -- he just kept refreshing the browser. "I'm waiting. Haven't gotten a prayer in a while."
The boy s... | |
[WP] Death comes to collect one final life - God. | At this end of the room, the only thing of any significance was The Throne.
Ultimas stood before The Throne and regarded the figure sitting upon it. Anyone else, even an Angel, would have trouble making out exactly who or what sat on the throne. Most saw what they wished to see through no action of their own. A gentle... | "I expect you're shocked"
"I'm really fucking confused. I mean, I've been cleaning up your creation's mess for what, the last 7000 years. And then I get a message. "Collect God". I must say though, it's refreshing knowing someone is waiting for me."
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I guess that must have been the hard part of your ... | |
[WP] Death comes to collect one final life - God. | At this end of the room, the only thing of any significance was The Throne.
Ultimas stood before The Throne and regarded the figure sitting upon it. Anyone else, even an Angel, would have trouble making out exactly who or what sat on the throne. Most saw what they wished to see through no action of their own. A gentle... | Death sits across the table from the final contract, casually sipping on a hot drink. The scythe, rusted and brittle, rests on wall besides them. From the other side of the table God is struggling to keep composure.
"So, you've taken all that I've ever made, and now it's time for me is it?"
Death says nothing.
"The... | |
[WP] Death comes to collect one final life - God. | At this end of the room, the only thing of any significance was The Throne.
Ultimas stood before The Throne and regarded the figure sitting upon it. Anyone else, even an Angel, would have trouble making out exactly who or what sat on the throne. Most saw what they wished to see through no action of their own. A gentle... | “I have been waiting for you for eons. My last creation is long dead. Death, my last companion, where have you been?”
“You are the last of creation, young one. I have seen many gods grow old and tire of the universe. My partner, Life, disappeared long ago. She is the only one who can create new gods. I have waited for... | |
[WP] Death comes to collect one final life - God. | God watched as they discovered the violent elegance of flame and stone.
God watched as they built steel towers that stretched into the very heavens.
God watched as they destroyed each other.
Over...and over...and *over.*
God listened as billions prayed.
Over...and over...and *over*.
But he did nothing. As always.... | The Universe was empty.
I mean, it had always been empty—what with all the SPACE and VOID and all—but now it was *really* empty. Not a breathing soul on a single planet, a single space station, a single over-stellar chariot.
It was all gone.
And you could chalk it all up to the man in the pale starship.
He used to... | |
[WP] Death comes to collect one final life - God. | It was Saturday evening. Rain fell down as God was slouching in his great chair when someone knocked on the door. He slowly walked towards the great wooden door as if he was tired; the Great One, actually tired.
He opened the door and there was Death in the form of an old man with his trademark scythe, dripping wet fr... | The Universe was empty.
I mean, it had always been empty—what with all the SPACE and VOID and all—but now it was *really* empty. Not a breathing soul on a single planet, a single space station, a single over-stellar chariot.
It was all gone.
And you could chalk it all up to the man in the pale starship.
He used to... | |
You meet/see someone for the first time and immediately hate them for no apparent reason. | [WP] You experience "hate at first sight" | Skin white as snow, hat that's blood red
The moment I saw him, I wished he were dead
He talked with a slur and smelled like cheap beer
This was a man who wanted to thrive on fear
But I didnt truly hate him til I saw what he did
When he raised up his and attacked his own kid.... | There was this aura about him, something almost visually discernible. I sensed him approach the door, and enter my little hardware store. He was short, and a little hunched over. His age was difficult to ascertain, likely due to what had clearly been years of drug use. Teeth were missing, and his clothes were covered i... |
You meet/see someone for the first time and immediately hate them for no apparent reason. | [WP] You experience "hate at first sight" | Hate is such a strong word, but there's no other way to describe the intense emotional reaction I felt in the core of my soul when I saw Dr. Brandt. It was our first meeting, of that I was sure, but what wasn't apparent to me was why I loathed him so completely. I had always considered myself to be a logical being rath... | Skinny jeans. Thigh gap. Caramel macchiato in one hand. A wispy James Dean on the other. She laughs, you scowl. Avert your eyes, don't let them catch you staring. Staring like a frozen river, but the ice is starting to thin. Staring like viscid ruin running close beneath the surface. Kids are yelling for help, parents ... |
[WP] Any person who is planning on murdering you becomes invisible only to you. | "No, no, only if they are *actually going* to kill me, not just... I don't know, angry at me."
It didn't come up very often, but it definitely made good small talk at parties.
"How often does it happen?" asked the girl directly opposite me in the circle of people that had formed.
"How often do you think? Not many p... | I have the weirdest superpower. Anyone who is planning on murdering me becommes invisible to me. How am I still alive? Well, because I am the nicest guy ever. Also, most of my enemies are total wusses.
How did I find out about my powers? Well, let's just say my relationships with my girfriend are complicated. She hate... | |
[WP] Any person who is planning on murdering you becomes invisible only to you. | Raspy curses were common to hear rushing from apartment B. The police were called countless times and neighbors had started to give up on the couple. If only the couple would also give up.
But every night they screamed at each other about money, sex, and the lies they've told. Threats were hurled like daggers for hour... | I have the weirdest superpower. Anyone who is planning on murdering me becommes invisible to me. How am I still alive? Well, because I am the nicest guy ever. Also, most of my enemies are total wusses.
How did I find out about my powers? Well, let's just say my relationships with my girfriend are complicated. She hate... | |
[WP] as earth's resources dwindle nations turn to the last known source of coal: Santa Claus. | You'd better conserve
You'd better not kindle
Global reserves
Are beginning to dwindle
Santa Claus please help us survive
Santa Claus please help us survive
Santa Claus please help us survive
 
He's hiding out now
In the North Pole;
Hoarding a humongous pile of coal
Santa Claus please keep ... | The American senator took long strides down the hall. He seemed to not care whether or not his companion could keep to his side. To make matters worse his companion, representative of the UAE; Talib Al-Muttahidah, was a short man and as such his stride equaled more of a jog to keep pace. In silence the two darted down ... | |
[WP] You are a Sith in training, make the reader like and feel sympathy towards the character. | My father was dead, I thought. I thought, and I was wrong. My father abandoned me, for the damned jedi order.
Hypocritical do-gooders, the lot of them. They'd cut a man in half and give him a bacta patch for a cure. And they called us the villains. Atleast we had the mercy to finish what we started.
I remember the ol... | I trained for months just to get through bootcamp.
I worked so hard just to perfect the art of wielding my sword.
All for my master.
My father.
All this hard work for one persons approval, but it meant all the world to me.
But it all changed one day.
One day, just like any other we were training at our home in th... | |
in response to [this](http://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/35z311/wp_you_are_secretly_a_super_hero_working_a_desk/) | [WP] You work in an office with a super hero who thinks he's hiding his identity. Everybody knows and covers for him, even when he regularly lets it slip by accident. | Clive tripped down the stairs. The fall should've sent him tumbling down the last few steps, but he just seemed to hover off the floor and right himself before hitting the ground.
"Nice save," I told him.
He smirked as if he thought he was hiding something. "Thanks."
We went to our respective cubicles like n... | So, newbie, welcome to the *Green City Gazette*, hope you have a good time, we do some good work here.
But, listen.... something you need to know... Mark Munson over there, the guy on the superhero beat? Well, there's a reason he has that beat. He's Mister Magic. Yeah, I know, you'd think everyone would have been abl... |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Entry 1: Day 1
I am alone. I didn't mean to do what I did, if I could do it over differently, I would. Anger has a way of blinding a person, and what she did, had made me so very angry. I couldn't stop my hands. So I've landed here, in the Wilds beyond the Colony. I suppose I deserve it. I only hope that the Gods have ... | I was born to fire. It flowed over my skin, danced upon my face, and stripped me of what little humanity I had left. Within the ruined cavity of my left eye I held the final images of my family as they were fed to the same fires I was pulled from. My death would not be so quick and so I was allowed to burn with them, b... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1: Year 1:
Today, I start my forced exile. I was a bad man, I might as well start from the beginning as a sort of clear my sins before this goes into effect
I was born into a relatively poor household, my mother looked down on me and my father was a drunk. He used to physically beat me as a child. I developed int... | I was born to fire. It flowed over my skin, danced upon my face, and stripped me of what little humanity I had left. Within the ruined cavity of my left eye I held the final images of my family as they were fed to the same fires I was pulled from. My death would not be so quick and so I was allowed to burn with them, b... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1: I don't want to leave. I don't know what else to say.
...
Day 7304: I don't want to go back. I don't know what else to say. | I was born to fire. It flowed over my skin, danced upon my face, and stripped me of what little humanity I had left. Within the ruined cavity of my left eye I held the final images of my family as they were fed to the same fires I was pulled from. My death would not be so quick and so I was allowed to burn with them, b... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | My Queen,
I know he is my son. I know he was born out of passion and lies, but please love him as you do the other children. This is not his fault.
William
Day One. She sent me to the islands on the far east side of the kingdom. My beautiful Queen. The only woman I've ever loved. This banishmen... | I was born to fire. It flowed over my skin, danced upon my face, and stripped me of what little humanity I had left. Within the ruined cavity of my left eye I held the final images of my family as they were fed to the same fires I was pulled from. My death would not be so quick and so I was allowed to burn with them, b... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | May 16th, 1854
Released from my confinement under exile. In a wood that I've never known, with nobody. I was given a journal to keep and return to the corrections officer upon my release, so I will be diligent in recording every last detail of my struggle. I wish to prove my honor and earn the right to walk as a citiz... | I was born to fire. It flowed over my skin, danced upon my face, and stripped me of what little humanity I had left. Within the ruined cavity of my left eye I held the final images of my family as they were fed to the same fires I was pulled from. My death would not be so quick and so I was allowed to burn with them, b... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | 5 June 1985
My name is Maurice Linden. I am a psychopath.
Don't let that frighten you, though. I am not a bad person. My entire life has been dedicated to doing things right. I have a degree in pharmaceuticals, a lovely wife, and 2 perfect children. I coached my son's soccer team for three years. I understand... | I was born to fire. It flowed over my skin, danced upon my face, and stripped me of what little humanity I had left. Within the ruined cavity of my left eye I held the final images of my family as they were fed to the same fires I was pulled from. My death would not be so quick and so I was allowed to burn with them, b... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
I din't mean to. I din't mean to kil that old ladee. Well, ok, mayb I did, but I was just doin the wrld a favor. She was old and meen and horible to evryon she met. I evn saw her kik a dog onc. Shes mean.
But now I am stuck here, with onlee my cloths and this jornal. Wat good is a jornal when I never realy lr... | I was born to fire. It flowed over my skin, danced upon my face, and stripped me of what little humanity I had left. Within the ruined cavity of my left eye I held the final images of my family as they were fed to the same fires I was pulled from. My death would not be so quick and so I was allowed to burn with them, b... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1: Year 1:
Today, I start my forced exile. I was a bad man, I might as well start from the beginning as a sort of clear my sins before this goes into effect
I was born into a relatively poor household, my mother looked down on me and my father was a drunk. He used to physically beat me as a child. I developed int... | I cant do this. I cant do this. I cant do this. I cant do this.
Help. HELP.
No one is going to help me. I should just end it all. This is my own fault, I'm an idiot for even existing. They should have killed me. I'd rather be dead. I could just do it myself. No one left to care. Not even I care. I'm alone out here. ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1: I don't want to leave. I don't know what else to say.
...
Day 7304: I don't want to go back. I don't know what else to say. | I cant do this. I cant do this. I cant do this. I cant do this.
Help. HELP.
No one is going to help me. I should just end it all. This is my own fault, I'm an idiot for even existing. They should have killed me. I'd rather be dead. I could just do it myself. No one left to care. Not even I care. I'm alone out here. ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
I din't mean to. I din't mean to kil that old ladee. Well, ok, mayb I did, but I was just doin the wrld a favor. She was old and meen and horible to evryon she met. I evn saw her kik a dog onc. Shes mean.
But now I am stuck here, with onlee my cloths and this jornal. Wat good is a jornal when I never realy lr... | I cant do this. I cant do this. I cant do this. I cant do this.
Help. HELP.
No one is going to help me. I should just end it all. This is my own fault, I'm an idiot for even existing. They should have killed me. I'd rather be dead. I could just do it myself. No one left to care. Not even I care. I'm alone out here. ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1: Year 1:
Today, I start my forced exile. I was a bad man, I might as well start from the beginning as a sort of clear my sins before this goes into effect
I was born into a relatively poor household, my mother looked down on me and my father was a drunk. He used to physically beat me as a child. I developed int... | Day 1: They are making me leave, and there's no stopping it. Don't know how I'll survive. Suppose I'll adapt somehow. Maybe not. I give myself a day before I go crazy. May have to kill something to survive. Don't know if I'll be able to. Already thinking about it though, so maybe when the time comes it won't be ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1: I don't want to leave. I don't know what else to say.
...
Day 7304: I don't want to go back. I don't know what else to say. | Day 1: They are making me leave, and there's no stopping it. Don't know how I'll survive. Suppose I'll adapt somehow. Maybe not. I give myself a day before I go crazy. May have to kill something to survive. Don't know if I'll be able to. Already thinking about it though, so maybe when the time comes it won't be ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
I din't mean to. I din't mean to kil that old ladee. Well, ok, mayb I did, but I was just doin the wrld a favor. She was old and meen and horible to evryon she met. I evn saw her kik a dog onc. Shes mean.
But now I am stuck here, with onlee my cloths and this jornal. Wat good is a jornal when I never realy lr... | Day 1: They are making me leave, and there's no stopping it. Don't know how I'll survive. Suppose I'll adapt somehow. Maybe not. I give myself a day before I go crazy. May have to kill something to survive. Don't know if I'll be able to. Already thinking about it though, so maybe when the time comes it won't be ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | My Queen,
I know he is my son. I know he was born out of passion and lies, but please love him as you do the other children. This is not his fault.
William
Day One. She sent me to the islands on the far east side of the kingdom. My beautiful Queen. The only woman I've ever loved. This banishmen... | Entry 1: Day 1
I am alone. I didn't mean to do what I did, if I could do it over differently, I would. Anger has a way of blinding a person, and what she did, had made me so very angry. I couldn't stop my hands. So I've landed here, in the Wilds beyond the Colony. I suppose I deserve it. I only hope that the Gods have ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | May 16th, 1854
Released from my confinement under exile. In a wood that I've never known, with nobody. I was given a journal to keep and return to the corrections officer upon my release, so I will be diligent in recording every last detail of my struggle. I wish to prove my honor and earn the right to walk as a citiz... | Entry 1: Day 1
I am alone. I didn't mean to do what I did, if I could do it over differently, I would. Anger has a way of blinding a person, and what she did, had made me so very angry. I couldn't stop my hands. So I've landed here, in the Wilds beyond the Colony. I suppose I deserve it. I only hope that the Gods have ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | 5 June 1985
My name is Maurice Linden. I am a psychopath.
Don't let that frighten you, though. I am not a bad person. My entire life has been dedicated to doing things right. I have a degree in pharmaceuticals, a lovely wife, and 2 perfect children. I coached my son's soccer team for three years. I understand... | Entry 1: Day 1
I am alone. I didn't mean to do what I did, if I could do it over differently, I would. Anger has a way of blinding a person, and what she did, had made me so very angry. I couldn't stop my hands. So I've landed here, in the Wilds beyond the Colony. I suppose I deserve it. I only hope that the Gods have ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
I din't mean to. I din't mean to kil that old ladee. Well, ok, mayb I did, but I was just doin the wrld a favor. She was old and meen and horible to evryon she met. I evn saw her kik a dog onc. Shes mean.
But now I am stuck here, with onlee my cloths and this jornal. Wat good is a jornal when I never realy lr... | Entry 1: Day 1
I am alone. I didn't mean to do what I did, if I could do it over differently, I would. Anger has a way of blinding a person, and what she did, had made me so very angry. I couldn't stop my hands. So I've landed here, in the Wilds beyond the Colony. I suppose I deserve it. I only hope that the Gods have ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
I din't mean to. I din't mean to kil that old ladee. Well, ok, mayb I did, but I was just doin the wrld a favor. She was old and meen and horible to evryon she met. I evn saw her kik a dog onc. Shes mean.
But now I am stuck here, with onlee my cloths and this jornal. Wat good is a jornal when I never realy lr... | Day 1: Year 1:
Today, I start my forced exile. I was a bad man, I might as well start from the beginning as a sort of clear my sins before this goes into effect
I was born into a relatively poor household, my mother looked down on me and my father was a drunk. He used to physically beat me as a child. I developed int... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
I din't mean to. I din't mean to kil that old ladee. Well, ok, mayb I did, but I was just doin the wrld a favor. She was old and meen and horible to evryon she met. I evn saw her kik a dog onc. Shes mean.
But now I am stuck here, with onlee my cloths and this jornal. Wat good is a jornal when I never realy lr... | My Queen,
I know he is my son. I know he was born out of passion and lies, but please love him as you do the other children. This is not his fault.
William
Day One. She sent me to the islands on the far east side of the kingdom. My beautiful Queen. The only woman I've ever loved. This banishmen... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
I din't mean to. I din't mean to kil that old ladee. Well, ok, mayb I did, but I was just doin the wrld a favor. She was old and meen and horible to evryon she met. I evn saw her kik a dog onc. Shes mean.
But now I am stuck here, with onlee my cloths and this jornal. Wat good is a jornal when I never realy lr... | May 16th, 1854
Released from my confinement under exile. In a wood that I've never known, with nobody. I was given a journal to keep and return to the corrections officer upon my release, so I will be diligent in recording every last detail of my struggle. I wish to prove my honor and earn the right to walk as a citiz... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
I din't mean to. I din't mean to kil that old ladee. Well, ok, mayb I did, but I was just doin the wrld a favor. She was old and meen and horible to evryon she met. I evn saw her kik a dog onc. Shes mean.
But now I am stuck here, with onlee my cloths and this jornal. Wat good is a jornal when I never realy lr... | 5 June 1985
My name is Maurice Linden. I am a psychopath.
Don't let that frighten you, though. I am not a bad person. My entire life has been dedicated to doing things right. I have a degree in pharmaceuticals, a lovely wife, and 2 perfect children. I coached my son's soccer team for three years. I understand... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1 John Kryznick
The day is finally upon us. The trial took a lot longer than expected and the appeals really looked like they were going to pan out. "If you're alive in twenty years, we'll find you". That was the last words of the helicopter crewman who pushed me out here nothing but a knife and a lighter. Whereve... | Day 1 - Dear Diary, hi, This is my first day in the wilderness, honestly, i don't think i will survive one week here, i should've gone to the boyscotts when i was a boy, all i have is a pocket knife, this diary and a pencil, maybe the hundred of times i watched Bear Gryls on Discovery Channel will finally pay off, but ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
I’m staring into a fire. Surprisingly. When the escort first dropped me off, ditching me along a cracked, overgrown highway, it was probably noon. They didn’t leave me with much, but I managed to get some flint and magnesium smuggled into my cell last night. It took me a while to find a place that didn’t seem r... | Day 1 - Dear Diary, hi, This is my first day in the wilderness, honestly, i don't think i will survive one week here, i should've gone to the boyscotts when i was a boy, all i have is a pocket knife, this diary and a pencil, maybe the hundred of times i watched Bear Gryls on Discovery Channel will finally pay off, but ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | This is a forbidding planet, full of hostile wildlife, a scorching climate, and uncertain vegetation. I have already scanned through my gifted supplies, boons from my family and friends to aid in my survival through my trial. Though meager, as is customary, I believe they will be enough to get me started here. Hunting ... | Day 1 - Dear Diary, hi, This is my first day in the wilderness, honestly, i don't think i will survive one week here, i should've gone to the boyscotts when i was a boy, all i have is a pocket knife, this diary and a pencil, maybe the hundred of times i watched Bear Gryls on Discovery Channel will finally pay off, but ... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
I’m staring into a fire. Surprisingly. When the escort first dropped me off, ditching me along a cracked, overgrown highway, it was probably noon. They didn’t leave me with much, but I managed to get some flint and magnesium smuggled into my cell last night. It took me a while to find a place that didn’t seem r... | Day 1 John Kryznick
The day is finally upon us. The trial took a lot longer than expected and the appeals really looked like they were going to pan out. "If you're alive in twenty years, we'll find you". That was the last words of the helicopter crewman who pushed me out here nothing but a knife and a lighter. Whereve... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | This is a forbidding planet, full of hostile wildlife, a scorching climate, and uncertain vegetation. I have already scanned through my gifted supplies, boons from my family and friends to aid in my survival through my trial. Though meager, as is customary, I believe they will be enough to get me started here. Hunting ... | Day 1 John Kryznick
The day is finally upon us. The trial took a lot longer than expected and the appeals really looked like they were going to pan out. "If you're alive in twenty years, we'll find you". That was the last words of the helicopter crewman who pushed me out here nothing but a knife and a lighter. Whereve... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | This is a forbidding planet, full of hostile wildlife, a scorching climate, and uncertain vegetation. I have already scanned through my gifted supplies, boons from my family and friends to aid in my survival through my trial. Though meager, as is customary, I believe they will be enough to get me started here. Hunting ... | Day 1:
I’m staring into a fire. Surprisingly. When the escort first dropped me off, ditching me along a cracked, overgrown highway, it was probably noon. They didn’t leave me with much, but I managed to get some flint and magnesium smuggled into my cell last night. It took me a while to find a place that didn’t seem r... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
Why am I here? How an I going to live? I don't think I'll survive. Oh well. Don't know why the fuck they gave me this journal.
Maybe it's an experiment. I wouldn't know. I'll develop some kind of system. I always do.
Meanwhile, I'll find out who those people are. Hopefully there will be clues. I'll have my r... | March 18, 1972
Dear diary,
Hi! My name's Gary. I finally got banished today! It took seven long years, but I finally made it! All I had to do was poo in the village well and poof! Banished! I'm never going to have to shuck an ear of corn again, or take out the trash, or make things out of wood, or watch those boring a... | |
[WP] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years. Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile. | Day 1:
Why am I here? How an I going to live? I don't think I'll survive. Oh well. Don't know why the fuck they gave me this journal.
Maybe it's an experiment. I wouldn't know. I'll develop some kind of system. I always do.
Meanwhile, I'll find out who those people are. Hopefully there will be clues. I'll have my r... | Entry 1 Cycle 3
All they gave me was this journal, a pencil and a knife. I don't know why I'm writing in this. Maybe to cope with my sanity. Therapeutic shit. Whatever helps I guess. Who the fuck knows anymore. I'm going to find a way out of here. It's so hot here.
Notes:
- ~~18~~ 20 Hour day?
- The things with ... | |
[WP] An alien civilization declares war on humanity. They soon realize that humans have invented weapons that no other civilization they know of has: firearms. | Yupar examined the corpses of his men all lined up along the ground, eyes closed and arms by their sides. Dried blue blood coagulated in patches where their skin opened up, sometimes at the waist, sometimes at the thigh of one of their four legs, sometimes in the head, and sometimes invisible – until you flipped the bo... | It was said, The Collective would never taste defeat. We thought ourselves the apex predator of the universe.
As a result of reverse engineering the trajectory of a small unmanned craft 20 cycles past, our probes had located several planets and moons ripe for harvesting in the Sol system. As we had countless times... | |
[WP] An alien civilization declares war on humanity. They soon realize that humans have invented weapons that no other civilization they know of has: firearms. | I am loathe to admit it, but you were correct.
I thought this coalition needed to be immediate and now, not just for the sake of CNN. We have enough disagreements where we live I knew this would join us together. I KNEW that we needed to be one to fight them off. They came from all around us, found our marble of life,... | Aliens invaded but they didn't have guns. We had guns so we killed then as soon as they got off their spaceships. Now we have guns and spaceships. We wonder who else has spaceships but no guns. | |
[WP] An alien civilization declares war on humanity. They soon realize that humans have invented weapons that no other civilization they know of has: firearms. | This is actually the plot to an incredibly amazing science fiction short story called The Road Not Taken. Read it here, it's amazing. http://www.eyeofmidas.com/scifi/Turtledove_RoadNotTaken.pdf | Aliens invaded but they didn't have guns. We had guns so we killed then as soon as they got off their spaceships. Now we have guns and spaceships. We wonder who else has spaceships but no guns. | |
[WP] An alien civilization declares war on humanity. They soon realize that humans have invented weapons that no other civilization they know of has: firearms. | Action report: Sol 3
The combination of a self-preservation instinct and absolute disregard for safety is strange. One that Humanity seems to posses in abundance. The seeming contradiction has allowed them to overcome our warriors. As so many species do they desire to live and propagate. Unlike other species, their em... | Aliens invaded but they didn't have guns. We had guns so we killed then as soon as they got off their spaceships. Now we have guns and spaceships. We wonder who else has spaceships but no guns. | |
[WP] An alien civilization declares war on humanity. They soon realize that humans have invented weapons that no other civilization they know of has: firearms. | Action report: Sol 3
The combination of a self-preservation instinct and absolute disregard for safety is strange. One that Humanity seems to posses in abundance. The seeming contradiction has allowed them to overcome our warriors. As so many species do they desire to live and propagate. Unlike other species, their em... | I am loathe to admit it, but you were correct.
I thought this coalition needed to be immediate and now, not just for the sake of CNN. We have enough disagreements where we live I knew this would join us together. I KNEW that we needed to be one to fight them off. They came from all around us, found our marble of life,... | |
[WP] Go outside for ten minutes. Describe what's there in vivid detail. | I go out and theres some trees, they are brown and green and shit. I see some grass and fallen tree stuff. I see a field: homogeneous. There's a deck with brown parts on top and all white in the middle. There are some objects on the deck, but mostly what you would expect. If I described them you'd probably be bored. | An endless forest of uniform green covers the sun soaked soil breaking way to the towers of cedar who fight an endless battle against the reverberating mechanical atrocity's grunts of labor. Great winged beasts break the monotony of this battle with it's piercing cry and beady black eyes hunting for nourishment.
or
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[WP] Go outside for ten minutes. Describe what's there in vivid detail. | I go out and theres some trees, they are brown and green and shit. I see some grass and fallen tree stuff. I see a field: homogeneous. There's a deck with brown parts on top and all white in the middle. There are some objects on the deck, but mostly what you would expect. If I described them you'd probably be bored. | Melodious chirps reach my ears in a symphony of color. It is sweet until the A/C unit kicks in. The smell of a rain gone by passes by and I feel refreshed. The wind brushing the hair on my arms and rustling the trees. The concrete porch dampened and greened from the moss. A plot of land I am very familiar with, border... | |
[WP] Go outside for ten minutes. Describe what's there in vivid detail. | I go out and theres some trees, they are brown and green and shit. I see some grass and fallen tree stuff. I see a field: homogeneous. There's a deck with brown parts on top and all white in the middle. There are some objects on the deck, but mostly what you would expect. If I described them you'd probably be bored. | You know what's outside, right- same damn thing as what's inside, that's what. We can't see anything that's not us. I see the billboard outside, selling tires, and I don't see the billboard, or tires, but instead my father, and his mortality.
Like that cherry red convertible cutting through the wind like a kamikaze B... | |
[WP] Go outside for ten minutes. Describe what's there in vivid detail. | I go out and theres some trees, they are brown and green and shit. I see some grass and fallen tree stuff. I see a field: homogeneous. There's a deck with brown parts on top and all white in the middle. There are some objects on the deck, but mostly what you would expect. If I described them you'd probably be bored. | The neighborhood writhed in stirring silence. A door closed, the scrape of shoes on concrete, then the neighborhood turns around in bed and covers itself in silence once again.
The air began to move in a gentle whisper, and the starlings began to twitch and chirp. A car rumbled past. A tree crackled all its leaves. S... | |
[WP] Go outside for ten minutes. Describe what's there in vivid detail. | "You should put her on a gentle lead."
It took a moment to even hear what Larry had said over the shuddering rumble of the A/C unit hanging out of Ricardo's window, but I nodded anyway like I had understood. "She's not usually like this," I answered absently, tugging on Kaylee's leash to keep her close as she tried to... | The neighborhood writhed in stirring silence. A door closed, the scrape of shoes on concrete, then the neighborhood turns around in bed and covers itself in silence once again.
The air began to move in a gentle whisper, and the starlings began to twitch and chirp. A car rumbled past. A tree crackled all its leaves. S... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | "Happy birthday, Hun." As I turn over in bed to face my long time partner. I am greeted by a tray of steaming food slowly being placed on my waist.
"My favorite," I quietly exclaimed, sitting up, still half asleep. "French Toast with strawberries and *yawn* mint water." She smiled. "You're the big seven-o! How does ... | I awoke, startled, my heart pounding. Disoriented, I sat up in bed and tried to get my bearings. Suddenly I realized what had awoken me. My heart jumps and I spring out of bed, racing downstairs to see my wife.
Peeking round the corner she catches sight of me and gasps. My power has finally been bestowed upon me. Th... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | At least it wasn't something mundane.
People like to feel sorry for me, like I'm crippled or something.
Pfft. I've lived a decent, normal life - so what if I didn't have a power? I still grew up, went to college, got married, and did everything a normal guy would.
If you wanna feel sorry for someone, feel bad for ... | I awoke, startled, my heart pounding. Disoriented, I sat up in bed and tried to get my bearings. Suddenly I realized what had awoken me. My heart jumps and I spring out of bed, racing downstairs to see my wife.
Peeking round the corner she catches sight of me and gasps. My power has finally been bestowed upon me. Th... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | I still remember the News Reports as a child All the Men that are paid to watch the sky warned us of this day. A meteorite about the size of Delaware was approaching are planet. This Meteor seemed to come out of no where but as many scientist would explain it could have come from any of the 60 percent of unobserved spa... | I awoke, startled, my heart pounding. Disoriented, I sat up in bed and tried to get my bearings. Suddenly I realized what had awoken me. My heart jumps and I spring out of bed, racing downstairs to see my wife.
Peeking round the corner she catches sight of me and gasps. My power has finally been bestowed upon me. Th... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | The world had been in disaray for as long as I could remember, and that had been a long time - 69 years, 11 months, and 29 days to be exact. Ever since the event infused humanity with powers, the world had fallen apart. Rampant crime and terror had overtaken the planet as villains become supervillains, and heroes becam... | I awoke, startled, my heart pounding. Disoriented, I sat up in bed and tried to get my bearings. Suddenly I realized what had awoken me. My heart jumps and I spring out of bed, racing downstairs to see my wife.
Peeking round the corner she catches sight of me and gasps. My power has finally been bestowed upon me. Th... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | For more than thirty years, I lived my life day by day, awaiting that fateful day when I would be granted my own inner power. I saw my friends, family, strangers, all given the most precious thing in life. Lucy, my sweet dear sister, was able to fly to the heavens and back. Richard, my childhood best friend, saved h... | I awoke, startled, my heart pounding. Disoriented, I sat up in bed and tried to get my bearings. Suddenly I realized what had awoken me. My heart jumps and I spring out of bed, racing downstairs to see my wife.
Peeking round the corner she catches sight of me and gasps. My power has finally been bestowed upon me. Th... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | Call me crazy, but when someone jumps off the Golden Gate Bridge, you expect them to die.
At least most of the time, that is. If it’s not the impact that does them in, they’ll drown for sure. They are exceptions – I’m aware of these more than most – but I didn’t expect to be one.
Yet, as I drifted to the bottom of th... | I awoke, startled, my heart pounding. Disoriented, I sat up in bed and tried to get my bearings. Suddenly I realized what had awoken me. My heart jumps and I spring out of bed, racing downstairs to see my wife.
Peeking round the corner she catches sight of me and gasps. My power has finally been bestowed upon me. Th... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | The sound of a foghorn alarm startled me awake, and I slammed my hand across it in response. It moved a few inches across the table. *I hate that damned thing,* I thought. My third wife had bought it for me some forty years ago. The thing worked like a Nokia phone, though.
I slowly leaned out of my bed, careful to gra... | I awoke, startled, my heart pounding. Disoriented, I sat up in bed and tried to get my bearings. Suddenly I realized what had awoken me. My heart jumps and I spring out of bed, racing downstairs to see my wife.
Peeking round the corner she catches sight of me and gasps. My power has finally been bestowed upon me. Th... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | Jeremy threw open the door of my room with a hurricane force wind that he conjured. "Up and at 'em! It's a bright sunny day, I made sure of it!"
I rolled over in my bed and covered my face with my pillow. "Go away, Jeremy." No matter how many times I remind him, he can't help but rub his powers in my face. I get it. ... | I awoke, startled, my heart pounding. Disoriented, I sat up in bed and tried to get my bearings. Suddenly I realized what had awoken me. My heart jumps and I spring out of bed, racing downstairs to see my wife.
Peeking round the corner she catches sight of me and gasps. My power has finally been bestowed upon me. Th... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | "Happy birthday, Hun." As I turn over in bed to face my long time partner. I am greeted by a tray of steaming food slowly being placed on my waist.
"My favorite," I quietly exclaimed, sitting up, still half asleep. "French Toast with strawberries and *yawn* mint water." She smiled. "You're the big seven-o! How does ... | *Trigger warning*
Happy? no, happy isn't the right word to describe me. Far from it.
This world has been rotten to me. To my grandfather, and to my grandchildren. It's always been rotten. For years, I battled depression and suicidal thoughts. I spent about twenty percent of my life wishing I had the bravery and pow... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | At least it wasn't something mundane.
People like to feel sorry for me, like I'm crippled or something.
Pfft. I've lived a decent, normal life - so what if I didn't have a power? I still grew up, went to college, got married, and did everything a normal guy would.
If you wanna feel sorry for someone, feel bad for ... | *Trigger warning*
Happy? no, happy isn't the right word to describe me. Far from it.
This world has been rotten to me. To my grandfather, and to my grandchildren. It's always been rotten. For years, I battled depression and suicidal thoughts. I spent about twenty percent of my life wishing I had the bravery and pow... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | At least it wasn't something mundane.
People like to feel sorry for me, like I'm crippled or something.
Pfft. I've lived a decent, normal life - so what if I didn't have a power? I still grew up, went to college, got married, and did everything a normal guy would.
If you wanna feel sorry for someone, feel bad for ... | "Happy birthday, Hun." As I turn over in bed to face my long time partner. I am greeted by a tray of steaming food slowly being placed on my waist.
"My favorite," I quietly exclaimed, sitting up, still half asleep. "French Toast with strawberries and *yawn* mint water." She smiled. "You're the big seven-o! How does ... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | For more than thirty years, I lived my life day by day, awaiting that fateful day when I would be granted my own inner power. I saw my friends, family, strangers, all given the most precious thing in life. Lucy, my sweet dear sister, was able to fly to the heavens and back. Richard, my childhood best friend, saved h... | I still remember the News Reports as a child All the Men that are paid to watch the sky warned us of this day. A meteorite about the size of Delaware was approaching are planet. This Meteor seemed to come out of no where but as many scientist would explain it could have come from any of the 60 percent of unobserved spa... | |
[WP] all humans gain a super power on a random day of their life. you awake on your 70th birthday to discover you have finally gained your power. | For more than thirty years, I lived my life day by day, awaiting that fateful day when I would be granted my own inner power. I saw my friends, family, strangers, all given the most precious thing in life. Lucy, my sweet dear sister, was able to fly to the heavens and back. Richard, my childhood best friend, saved h... | The world had been in disaray for as long as I could remember, and that had been a long time - 69 years, 11 months, and 29 days to be exact. Ever since the event infused humanity with powers, the world had fallen apart. Rampant crime and terror had overtaken the planet as villains become supervillains, and heroes becam... | |
[WP] In 1515 Henry VIII sentenced a scientist to 500 years in prison for crimes against God. It's 500 years later and they have just emerged un-aged. | Pavel Symonov steepled his fingers carefully and leant forwards, surveying the academic dispassionately across the desk. He was an elderly man, with white, grey-flecked hair and pale eyes that protruded slightly from his liver-spotted face. For all the outward signs of impending physical decrepitude, however, his expre... | There were no records. Nothing to justify why a man would be sentenced to a 500 year prison sentence except a shakily written annotation on small piece of parchment.
'Crimes against God.'
They should have just killed him. The world would have been better off. Half of a millennium is far too long a time for people ... | |
[WP] Write the love story you've always wanted to write. | It’s always great when you have that one person that’s always by your side. Indigo was that person- she had made my life complete since we were in the third grade. Our class was on the playground for recess, when two kids from the next grade started picking on me. Indigo, being the headstrong human being she still is t... | 03:22. Looks like another sleepless night. Fuck you insomnia.
I always wondered if there was more to existence. I’m not really sure what more. The philosophical questions that keep me up at night are usually more vague ideas than coherent thoughts yet they still keep me up all the same. The idea of thought itself alw... | |
[WP] You are cleaning out your apartment and you find a note that you did not write, but must have been from the previous owner. | I wasn't sure if it was brave or stupid of me to blindly reach my hand into the dark unknown under the kitchen sink. Half-used cleaning supplies and wadded up plastic shopping bags surrounded me like a crowd of rubberneckers as my fingers brushed against whatever it was I thought I saw in the far corner. Dusty but unde... | Ah, spring. It's the season of change, the season that presses reset on the world. Now was the time for me to press reset on my apartment and clean my filthy living space. I grimace and grit my teeth as I sweep my eyes across my small living room. In one corner of the room was greasy cardboard tower made of old pizza... | |
[WP] You are cleaning out your apartment and you find a note that you did not write, but must have been from the previous owner. | "Leave here before sunset."
Could it be the landlord? He said he was going to drop this afternoon to check the heater problem, but why would he want me out of the house? It didn't make sense.
I checked the note again. It was weathered and the writing was smudged. This can't have been written recently. And in any case... | Ah, spring. It's the season of change, the season that presses reset on the world. Now was the time for me to press reset on my apartment and clean my filthy living space. I grimace and grit my teeth as I sweep my eyes across my small living room. In one corner of the room was greasy cardboard tower made of old pizza... | |
[WP] You are cleaning out your apartment and you find a note that you did not write, but must have been from the previous owner. | As I whip my platinum blonde hair up into a lousy ponytail and redo it because I can't stand weird hairs sticking out, I sigh heavily. I can't believe I've procrastinated it this long, but I know I only have a few weeks before my lease is up, so I really need to just clean this place out. Carefully, I lift a small box ... | Ah, spring. It's the season of change, the season that presses reset on the world. Now was the time for me to press reset on my apartment and clean my filthy living space. I grimace and grit my teeth as I sweep my eyes across my small living room. In one corner of the room was greasy cardboard tower made of old pizza... | |
[WP] You are cleaning out your apartment and you find a note that you did not write, but must have been from the previous owner. | As I whip my platinum blonde hair up into a lousy ponytail and redo it because I can't stand weird hairs sticking out, I sigh heavily. I can't believe I've procrastinated it this long, but I know I only have a few weeks before my lease is up, so I really need to just clean this place out. Carefully, I lift a small box ... | Can someone please write one about finding a book about like anatomy or health and then seeing a post it note. On the post it note is says like "turn to page 47" and you find a picture of boobs or something and laugh maniacally. | |
[WP] You are cleaning out your apartment and you find a note that you did not write, but must have been from the previous owner. | Nervously, I picked up the note, unsure of what it would say.
"Note to self: remember to re-do plumbing this weekend."
"What a bastard," I thought to myself after reading the note. "He never re-did the plumbing! | "Billy, did you get the boxes from the closet yet?" That was Paul.
Paul was my agent. And I'm Billy. Nice to meet you. I told him no and went back up the stairs.
*Quickly, I'm stacking the boxes outside of the closet. Putting the heavy ones on the bottom. Theres one more box by the air vent. Huh. Whats that hanging ou... | |
[WP] You are cleaning out your apartment and you find a note that you did not write, but must have been from the previous owner. | I was glad I decided at the last second to open what I thought was apartment advertising spam. My new place was pretty nice, but they didn't clean it very well. As I was putting my dishes away on the I found a piece of paper that must have been from the previous owner. It said,
Once I found them, they wouldn't let me... | "Billy, did you get the boxes from the closet yet?" That was Paul.
Paul was my agent. And I'm Billy. Nice to meet you. I told him no and went back up the stairs.
*Quickly, I'm stacking the boxes outside of the closet. Putting the heavy ones on the bottom. Theres one more box by the air vent. Huh. Whats that hanging ou... | |
[WP] You are cleaning out your apartment and you find a note that you did not write, but must have been from the previous owner. | "I know how crazy this might seem, but the threat is all too real. You're the next owner of this apartment, now it's your turn to fight against the terror." My hands are stiff and my breath is baited.
*This has to be a joke. I'm not in any real danger*
I am about to ball up the paper and throw it away when it start... | "Billy, did you get the boxes from the closet yet?" That was Paul.
Paul was my agent. And I'm Billy. Nice to meet you. I told him no and went back up the stairs.
*Quickly, I'm stacking the boxes outside of the closet. Putting the heavy ones on the bottom. Theres one more box by the air vent. Huh. Whats that hanging ou... | |
Basically, your inner beauty translates to your child's outer beauty. Your child is born hideous. You thought you lived a rather moral life, so you look back to figure out what could have prompted your child to be so unfortunate. | [WP] You live in a world where people's looks come from the morality of their parents, not genetic code. You, an attractive person, are about to become a parent. Your child is grotesque. You examine your life to figure out why. | I held my newborn son in my arms and I loved him so much. It was plain to see he was grossly unattractive, even I, his own mother, could see it. His head was misshapen with chunky features seemingly to have been slapped on like great chunks of clay, his hair was a kinky black mess. The worst of his deformities were the... | *Written from the perspective of a female character born in the late 1980s*
I was sixteen when it happened.
At that time and age, bullying was common. Like, really common. I teased others about their looks, their hair, what polish they used or the bag they carried. I remember showing off my new projection TV to my fr... |
[WP] A ship discovers a colossal sphere of air drifting through space. The captain and a team venture into it, take off their helmets, and breathe the fresh, weightless air. They discover a lush ecosystem, complete with planet-sized giga fauna | "Computer, run chemical analysis on the sample".
After barely a few moments, a monotone female voice replied, "Analysis complete. Nitrogen: 78.08%, Oxygen: 20.946%, Argon : 0.934%, Carbon Dioxide: 0.0397%."
"It can not be", replied the android at the helm.
"What can't be?", the first officer asked stroking his bear... | Have you ever found yourself trying to wake up, but ended up teetering on the edge of consciousness? Now imagine that, but bigger. That's how it feels to come out of 800 years of cryo-sleep. It took me three weeks to fully wake up; twenty-one days of falling in and out of existence; five hundred hours of balancing prec... | |
[WP] A sentient sword sits in the middle of a frozen lake waiting for a hero to come take it and fulfill its destiny to vanquish evil from the land. The Hero never comes as he/she/it was able to overcome the ultimate evil without the legendary sword. What does the sword do? | _In a world of pure unblemished white, sits The Sword That Waits. In the centre of a frozen lake which reflects neither sun or sky. It waits. It waits for the day a Hero worthy of it shall appear to draw it from the lake and use it to slay all evil. So it has ever been, and so, say the legends, so it will ever be..._
... | "Hello?" yelled the sword. "Anybody out there?" The only response was a gentle breeze. "I'm really, really good at stopping evil! Anybody?!"
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[WP] A sentient sword sits in the middle of a frozen lake waiting for a hero to come take it and fulfill its destiny to vanquish evil from the land. The Hero never comes as he/she/it was able to overcome the ultimate evil without the legendary sword. What does the sword do? | Perry walked by the lake for the 15th time this week.
"Still there..." The sword had been in the ice since the beginning of winter. Every day as Perry walked by he could hear it.
"Are you mighty enough to-" yadda yadda yadda. "only my steel can pierce-" blah blah etc. for something without human anatomy, it was pre... | "Hello?" yelled the sword. "Anybody out there?" The only response was a gentle breeze. "I'm really, really good at stopping evil! Anybody?!"
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[WP] A sentient sword sits in the middle of a frozen lake waiting for a hero to come take it and fulfill its destiny to vanquish evil from the land. The Hero never comes as he/she/it was able to overcome the ultimate evil without the legendary sword. What does the sword do? | "H-hello?" The sword whispered. "Is anyone there?"
The evening breeze began to blow, as it always did and it always would. The wind's gentleness touched the honed-steel blade, its gleaming edge still as sharp as the day it was forged in the fires of a forgotten palace, by a forgotten people, beneath a forgotten sun.
... | "Hello?" yelled the sword. "Anybody out there?" The only response was a gentle breeze. "I'm really, really good at stopping evil! Anybody?!"
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[WP] A sentient sword sits in the middle of a frozen lake waiting for a hero to come take it and fulfill its destiny to vanquish evil from the land. The Hero never comes as he/she/it was able to overcome the ultimate evil without the legendary sword. What does the sword do? | _In a world of pure unblemished white, sits The Sword That Waits. In the centre of a frozen lake which reflects neither sun or sky. It waits. It waits for the day a Hero worthy of it shall appear to draw it from the lake and use it to slay all evil. So it has ever been, and so, say the legends, so it will ever be..._
... | The sword cannot talk because it is a sword and has no mouth. But, through the workings of ancient and powerful magics, it can feel. Right now it is feeling particularly lonely.
Five years ago the whispers of dark tidings fluttered through the surrounding forest. Two years ago a hero rose to fight this darkness. Toda... | |
[WP]: Everyone is born with the last words their soulmate will ever say to them etched on their wrist. | *"I'll see you later," I whispered.*
I had always teased Elijah that his soul must have used its best handwriting to etch the words into my skin. His script was a chicken-scratch, utterly incomprehensible to me and anyone else who dared to look over his shoulder while he wrote. Not like the words on my wrist, the last... | " One last goodbye " that was etched into forearm, a red brand on my soul but also a sort of gift that I will know that I will not be alone in this world, even if it is that I must see my soulmate die. I was 26 still living at home for financial reasons, sort of failure to launch sort of thing. I was mostly looking aft... | |
[WP]: Everyone is born with the last words their soulmate will ever say to them etched on their wrist. | *"I'll see you later," I whispered.*
I had always teased Elijah that his soul must have used its best handwriting to etch the words into my skin. His script was a chicken-scratch, utterly incomprehensible to me and anyone else who dared to look over his shoulder while he wrote. Not like the words on my wrist, the last... | Jeff and I had been together for a little over 18 months. It was perfect. Way too perfect. It was all smiles and laughter. No anger or sadness and we didn't fight. Not once. I didn't like that. It never felt real. It felt fairytale. And that's what I thought I was supposed to have but for God's sake, I'm no princess.
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[WP]: Everyone is born with the last words their soulmate will ever say to them etched on their wrist. | *"I'll see you later," I whispered.*
I had always teased Elijah that his soul must have used its best handwriting to etch the words into my skin. His script was a chicken-scratch, utterly incomprehensible to me and anyone else who dared to look over his shoulder while he wrote. Not like the words on my wrist, the last... | Mine kind of deviates from the prompt a little, so I don't know if it counts or whatever. It still keeps the main point, though.
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As the pod slid open and the doctors helped Ren to his feet, his heart was ready to burst from his chest, the rhythmic beating louder than the constant beeping and vocal droning of the... | |
[WP]: Everyone is born with the last words their soulmate will ever say to them etched on their wrist. | Brian Miller was short and had started balding at seventeen. By twenty-six, there was almost no hair left on his head. He wore thick glasses and always carried a bit of extra weight around his midsection. None of that bothered him, though, because he had a phrase etched on his wrist. Many people didn't. Brian, no matte... | I took the bus, because I remembered that he took the bus.
I always sat with my sleeve cuffed, my arm presented out to passers-by, my optimistic mind pleading with strangers to recognize the words and sit down beside me, heart open, defying all odds.
*This is my stop.*
What a coy fox fate can be. I had walked onto... | |
Is there no crime or villains? What do all the Batmans do then? Are you the only villain in this universe? Do you need to try to hide your lack of a secret identity from everyone? | [WP] According to the Multiverse Theory, there is a universe where you are Batman. However, there is also a universe where everyone but you is Batman. What's life like in this universe? | Day 3. Here in the all Batman universe things have finally disintegrated. Because there is no crime, all of the Batmans fight each other. A lot of this is due to boredom, but also due to sexual frustration. Since everyone is also Bruce Wayne, and the only one who isn't Bruce Wayne is me, all of the Bruce Wayne's are an... | Standing on a rooftop a solemn man peered over the city skyline, and felt a tap on his shoulder.
**Ahhmm** "Sir, your 15 minutes for peering over Gotham city are up, other people have to use this too!"
The solemn man sighed and started returning to ground level, to take a stroll in Gotham park.
This wasn't the only ... |
Is there no crime or villains? What do all the Batmans do then? Are you the only villain in this universe? Do you need to try to hide your lack of a secret identity from everyone? | [WP] According to the Multiverse Theory, there is a universe where you are Batman. However, there is also a universe where everyone but you is Batman. What's life like in this universe? | "I'm not Batman"
Batman #2344321 stared coldly at me. That was no surprise. That was pretty much how all Batmen looked at others. Coldly. They were all dead inside, at least somewhat.
I sighed. Trying to find a girlfriend was difficult when everyone in the world was really anti-social on the inside. "I work alone." ... | Standing on a rooftop a solemn man peered over the city skyline, and felt a tap on his shoulder.
**Ahhmm** "Sir, your 15 minutes for peering over Gotham city are up, other people have to use this too!"
The solemn man sighed and started returning to ground level, to take a stroll in Gotham park.
This wasn't the only ... |
Is there no crime or villains? What do all the Batmans do then? Are you the only villain in this universe? Do you need to try to hide your lack of a secret identity from everyone? | [WP] According to the Multiverse Theory, there is a universe where you are Batman. However, there is also a universe where everyone but you is Batman. What's life like in this universe? | I always liked waking up early. You get up before your alarm goes off, make coffee, grab a bagel, and take the stairs to the roof to watch the sun rise. It's the perfect way to start a morning. Now, I sit silently, chewing my bagel, and sipping on my coffee. I like my coffee black. Black as the night.
The sun peeks o... | Standing on a rooftop a solemn man peered over the city skyline, and felt a tap on his shoulder.
**Ahhmm** "Sir, your 15 minutes for peering over Gotham city are up, other people have to use this too!"
The solemn man sighed and started returning to ground level, to take a stroll in Gotham park.
This wasn't the only ... |
Is there no crime or villains? What do all the Batmans do then? Are you the only villain in this universe? Do you need to try to hide your lack of a secret identity from everyone? | [WP] According to the Multiverse Theory, there is a universe where you are Batman. However, there is also a universe where everyone but you is Batman. What's life like in this universe? | I always liked waking up early. You get up before your alarm goes off, make coffee, grab a bagel, and take the stairs to the roof to watch the sun rise. It's the perfect way to start a morning. Now, I sit silently, chewing my bagel, and sipping on my coffee. I like my coffee black. Black as the night.
The sun peeks o... | I'm a light sleeper.
Decades of constant vigilance has made me paranoid, hypersensitive to my surroundings.
The sound of an envelope pushed under the door reaches my sleeping ears. The rough rasping as it clears the frame, the nearly silent swish as it slides across the floor wakes me from my slumber.
I roll over an... |
Is there no crime or villains? What do all the Batmans do then? Are you the only villain in this universe? Do you need to try to hide your lack of a secret identity from everyone? | [WP] According to the Multiverse Theory, there is a universe where you are Batman. However, there is also a universe where everyone but you is Batman. What's life like in this universe? | I always liked waking up early. You get up before your alarm goes off, make coffee, grab a bagel, and take the stairs to the roof to watch the sun rise. It's the perfect way to start a morning. Now, I sit silently, chewing my bagel, and sipping on my coffee. I like my coffee black. Black as the night.
The sun peeks o... | Gotham is a poorly written joke. There's no break in continuity! Am I the only one that sees the funny side? We all dress the same! I look in the mirror and I see everyone else. Where's the personality in that? WHERE IS THE HUMANITY!
And yet - people keep saying that *I'm* the crazy one! They say I don't belong! But I... |
Is there no crime or villains? What do all the Batmans do then? Are you the only villain in this universe? Do you need to try to hide your lack of a secret identity from everyone? | [WP] According to the Multiverse Theory, there is a universe where you are Batman. However, there is also a universe where everyone but you is Batman. What's life like in this universe? | I always liked waking up early. You get up before your alarm goes off, make coffee, grab a bagel, and take the stairs to the roof to watch the sun rise. It's the perfect way to start a morning. Now, I sit silently, chewing my bagel, and sipping on my coffee. I like my coffee black. Black as the night.
The sun peeks o... | *HHHNGGGHAPPY MMMBIRTHDAY TO NMGYOU*, my family sings with their luxurious rasp. Twenty-four birthdays, and I'm still not batman. My six year old brother is batman. My dad is batman. My *grandma* is batman. Hell, even my *second cousin once removed* is batman, and I don't even know what that *means*! But not me, pretty... |
Is there no crime or villains? What do all the Batmans do then? Are you the only villain in this universe? Do you need to try to hide your lack of a secret identity from everyone? | [WP] According to the Multiverse Theory, there is a universe where you are Batman. However, there is also a universe where everyone but you is Batman. What's life like in this universe? | #**I am Batman**
The bedside clock radio turns on like it does every morning.
"It's 6:15 AM, 72 degrees and I am Batman, host of *Good Morning Gotham*..."
Groaning I roll over and shut if off. If I don't get up now I will be late. I
tried setting it earlier so I could choose to snooze if I needed a little extra
time... | *HHHNGGGHAPPY MMMBIRTHDAY TO NMGYOU*, my family sings with their luxurious rasp. Twenty-four birthdays, and I'm still not batman. My six year old brother is batman. My dad is batman. My *grandma* is batman. Hell, even my *second cousin once removed* is batman, and I don't even know what that *means*! But not me, pretty... |
Is there no crime or villains? What do all the Batmans do then? Are you the only villain in this universe? Do you need to try to hide your lack of a secret identity from everyone? | [WP] According to the Multiverse Theory, there is a universe where you are Batman. However, there is also a universe where everyone but you is Batman. What's life like in this universe? | #**I am Batman**
The bedside clock radio turns on like it does every morning.
"It's 6:15 AM, 72 degrees and I am Batman, host of *Good Morning Gotham*..."
Groaning I roll over and shut if off. If I don't get up now I will be late. I
tried setting it earlier so I could choose to snooze if I needed a little extra
time... | The "Multiverse Theory" in its formation created this universe, and I was not too disturbed by it. I was the "Fountainhead" of universe creation, entering each new universe created by the possibility of its existence and checking it for errors. It was much like being God.
The Batman-to-One universe, where everyone is ... |
[WP] Your instrument is haunted. | There is a wolf in the violin.
Marie drags her bow against the strings, and hears it again—that growl, staccato thunder overcoming her *G* note. She sighs, sits her bow down upon the stand, and then holds her violin in front of her. The fingertips of her right hand skim the pin-up girl curve of it. It's a strange con... | "Please, you have to believe me! It must haunted! It's the only possible explanation"
She looked at me with suspicious eyes. A nervous tick jolted through her face, but she remained calm and controlled, saying only:
"I don't care. Play the piece again. There is no such thing as a haunted piano"
I sighed and looked a... | |
[WP] Your instrument is haunted. | The Piano sat untouched since her father's death, remaining covered in a dusty corner of the living room as if it was a part of him they'd been unwilling to bury. Alice had never played the piano though its music was as sacred to her as any choir song sung in any church. It was her father's instrument and his music, pl... | "Please, you have to believe me! It must haunted! It's the only possible explanation"
She looked at me with suspicious eyes. A nervous tick jolted through her face, but she remained calm and controlled, saying only:
"I don't care. Play the piece again. There is no such thing as a haunted piano"
I sighed and looked a... |
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