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[WP] Make up a convincing conspiracy theory | Donald Trump is not supposed to win. Hillary Clinton is meant to be the president, but her history and personality meant that she was never going to be a popular choice.
So they chose her opponent. They chose a bigot and a racist, a serial liar who would make such outlandish claims that no-one in their right mind coul... | "They removed the headphone jack mannnn" the dude said is his usual lazy slightly stoned surfer style voice, "it's all about the Jack mannn, im tell'in ya, all these scientist's a doowhackies can't be wrong mannn, it's a sure fire way they can read minds mannn! from your phone dudddde"..... I stare at his almost blank ... | |
[WP] Make up a convincing conspiracy theory | You're all idiots. Idiots who can't see the truth.
Africa isn't real.
Of course it isn't. A continent full of poverty and starving people who all need our money, that can be gained through conveniently placed "charities" in the first world? It's all crap.
The governments needed a bit more money, so they thought ... | "They removed the headphone jack mannnn" the dude said is his usual lazy slightly stoned surfer style voice, "it's all about the Jack mannn, im tell'in ya, all these scientist's a doowhackies can't be wrong mannn, it's a sure fire way they can read minds mannn! from your phone dudddde"..... I stare at his almost blank ... | |
[WP] Make up a convincing conspiracy theory | There are 5 things you need to know before you understand my theory.
**1\. Attention is fleeting.**
By the time I finish this sentence, your interest is almost null. But wait! It's a period. A signifier of something new. Something fresh. Better yet,
a paragraph break.
You don't have time for rambles. Long blocks ... | My phone rang, it was Dave. I let out a heavy sigh. Dave only called to share his crazy theories with me. I debated letting it go to voicemail. *Oh well, I can use a laugh I guess.*
"Hi, Dave. What now? Antisemitic lizard people have taken over Area 51?"
He laughed.
>No man. It's worse than that. It's real. The e... | |
[WP] Aliens conquer Earth. Well, not whole Earth, one tiny village in Gaul is still resisting... | Aktor lead the Emperor had conquered many worlds, razed countless moons, scoured entire systems clean of life in the name of the Great Empire. He had never encountered a species he could not have submit to the Will.
Until he came upon this miserable, Emperor-forsaken planet in orbit-03. The entire planet was under sub... | Mandragonian War Commentaries
The World of Earth Is A Whole Divided Into Four Parts. Three Have Been Conquered, The Fourth Europa In Which Gaul Awaits Conquering. Imperial Legions of Mandragonia Were Bringing The Barbarian Bandits Of Earth To Heel. Tenth Legion Personally Led By The Consul Will Be There At The Final C... | |
[WP] Aliens conquer Earth. Well, not whole Earth, one tiny village in Gaul is still resisting... | In a small corner of Northern Gaul is a village where life continues much as it has done for many, many years. Once this village was besieged by legions of Cesar's finest troops, but in more recent times things have been a little... different.
Here now comes two of the men who live in the village, a young man named A... | Mandragonian War Commentaries
The World of Earth Is A Whole Divided Into Four Parts. Three Have Been Conquered, The Fourth Europa In Which Gaul Awaits Conquering. Imperial Legions of Mandragonia Were Bringing The Barbarian Bandits Of Earth To Heel. Tenth Legion Personally Led By The Consul Will Be There At The Final C... | |
[WP] "THESE HUMANS ARE FUCKING INSANE!!!" reported one alien after their first joint combat operation with the humans... | DATE: 11/08/3048 TIME: 05:16
UNIT: 17th Gliesian Infantry Battalion
COMMAND POST: Lance-corporal in the 2nd Platoon
OPSUM: Tasked with capturing front-post on the outskirts of Hemland, Planitia Frigida, Mars in cooperation with a detachment of the 5th Earth Military Special Forces. Engaged enemy rebel HuMars after uni... | Zagnar was from space. His name wasn't really "Zagnar", but since we can't speak Alien, we'll call Zagnar "Zagnar". Zagnar was in charge with attacking Earth with Zagnar's spaceship. Zagnar's spaceship had a really sweet laser beam.
Zagnar's first idea was to find the place with the most humans, as humans were, and... | |
[WP] "THESE HUMANS ARE FUCKING INSANE!!!" reported one alien after their first joint combat operation with the humans... | **August 10th, 1945** | **Aureus Monaro 33rd, 2234 AS** *1300 HOURS*
"With all due respect sir, THESE HUMANS ARE FUCKING INSANE!" exclaimed Sergeant Philips The Destroyer.
"You, of all organisms, say that?" replied Commander Slug, baffled.
"Have you seen them fight? No, but I HAVE! They don't care about shooting t... | Zagnar was from space. His name wasn't really "Zagnar", but since we can't speak Alien, we'll call Zagnar "Zagnar". Zagnar was in charge with attacking Earth with Zagnar's spaceship. Zagnar's spaceship had a really sweet laser beam.
Zagnar's first idea was to find the place with the most humans, as humans were, and... | |
[WP] Communists have invaded the North Pole and elves have taken up arms to defend their homeland. | Wind came through the broken glass of the workshop chilling the elves as they cuddled their weapons on the cold floor amidst shattered toys and broken dreams. The cries of the wounded came from the rear of Santa's Workshop barely audible over the voice calling at the elves from outside. It had continued for the three d... | "Those sons of bitches don't know what
They're in for " sparkly said, loading the 50 cal
Sparkly never smoked but today the menthols were flowing easy. The silence in the room was heartbreaking . Rudolph flew for over 100 miles before collapsing out front the factory. They had skinned most of him and his light ... | |
[WP] On a whim, and despite your skepticism, you go to get your fortune read. During the reading, the psychic politely pauses to commit suicide. | My clothes were ruined. Not that it mattered. The police took those as evidence anyways. They gave me a blanket to stay warm, but the rough wool was making me itch everywhere it touched. They had me in an interrogation room, "to ask a few questions" they said. That was four hours ago. Back when I thought I knew how the... | My friends told me Gypsy Gina, a particularly interesting title for someone operating in the Mid-West of the United States, despite her eccentricities, was the real deal. I rode past her building every day to and from work, and after a particularly boring work day, I decided to let her read my fortune. Entering her psy... | |
[WP] On a whim, and despite your skepticism, you go to get your fortune read. During the reading, the psychic politely pauses to commit suicide. | "I can't believe you're making me do this Jenna... You're a real prick you know that?" In a sarcastic joking way. But Paul loved being taken on all these adventures with his girlfriend, he didn't get out much and has really been enjoying the past 3 months since they started dating.
"Shut up! Don't be such a baby-besi... | My friends told me Gypsy Gina, a particularly interesting title for someone operating in the Mid-West of the United States, despite her eccentricities, was the real deal. I rode past her building every day to and from work, and after a particularly boring work day, I decided to let her read my fortune. Entering her psy... | |
[WP] On a whim, and despite your skepticism, you go to get your fortune read. During the reading, the psychic politely pauses to commit suicide. | The rain poured down on main street, and I cursed under my breath when I reached for my umbrella. Forgotten in my desk back at the office. "No point in walking back there now in this mess," I think, lighting a cigarette under an awning.
Not even a minute passes by before a bouncer cracks open the door behind where... | My friends told me Gypsy Gina, a particularly interesting title for someone operating in the Mid-West of the United States, despite her eccentricities, was the real deal. I rode past her building every day to and from work, and after a particularly boring work day, I decided to let her read my fortune. Entering her psy... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | Slowly walking home after a late night of drinking after work, Stiven reaches down to pick up the phone he dropped in a puddle of water. "Got to be kidding me" mumbled Stiven, while he wiped off the water on his phone. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he sees someone under the bridge across the street, he notices ... | I hate this fucking bridge.
The walk home from work always brings me this way. This part of town is so ghetto. I can’t even walk down the street for 5 minutes without getting honked at, offered drugs, or asked to buy some thugs mixtape. Nah man, I don’t care how ‘fire’ your shit is. I’m just trying to get home. Keep a... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | Slowly walking home after a late night of drinking after work, Stiven reaches down to pick up the phone he dropped in a puddle of water. "Got to be kidding me" mumbled Stiven, while he wiped off the water on his phone. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he sees someone under the bridge across the street, he notices ... | I chased the addict with everything I had, but there was a reason why I swam instead of running track in high school. I had cornered him in an alley only to have him turn around to break down and cry, so I did what I would want in this situation...I took him to McDonalds! We sat there and talked about where he was from... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | Slowly walking home after a late night of drinking after work, Stiven reaches down to pick up the phone he dropped in a puddle of water. "Got to be kidding me" mumbled Stiven, while he wiped off the water on his phone. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he sees someone under the bridge across the street, he notices ... | "Why does everyone have a number over their heads? he asked the young witch with the flaming red hair trying desperately to hide herself behind a mountain of rapidly conjured paperwork.
"Ummm, would you believe it's not a protection spell?"
"I am not *that* old," the white-haired Auror remarked rapping the desk wi... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | *Follow him.*
Only thought in my head, and I did. My kicks pumped against the asphalt a cold rush of adrenaline flooded my thighs.
And we raced.
Through the park, onto Kessler. The bum began weaving through some a crowd of folks.
'Watch it fucker!' Barista guy, lost his coffee on the bums shoulder.
'He' well, at... | I'm staring.
I can't stop staring.
This whole thing has become second nature to me at this point. I've seen numbers go up every once in a while, but nothing, nothing like this.
It's like a clock... you always know it's there, it's always reliable, and you see it change every once in a while. What I'm currently e... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | Of course I went after her. I needed to know. Even though the odds were low that I could actually catch up, I ran as fast as I could. I was painfully out of shape, long hours at a demanding law firm have seen to that. But the girl... Even though she looked as though she was at death's door, there was something graceful... | I'm staring.
I can't stop staring.
This whole thing has become second nature to me at this point. I've seen numbers go up every once in a while, but nothing, nothing like this.
It's like a clock... you always know it's there, it's always reliable, and you see it change every once in a while. What I'm currently e... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | "Who are you? How do you know me? Why are you so important to me?", I shouted to the junkie. He was a mess, ratty hair, emaciated; fortunately for my curiosity he was too high to maintain a chase and he dropped after about a quarter mile.
"How the fuck should I know, kid, you're a 0.001 to me. Why don't you do me... | I'm staring.
I can't stop staring.
This whole thing has become second nature to me at this point. I've seen numbers go up every once in a while, but nothing, nothing like this.
It's like a clock... you always know it's there, it's always reliable, and you see it change every once in a while. What I'm currently e... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | Joseph was on his way home from work. He picked up a candy bar and a scratch card from the local 7-11.
He unmasked each number with a chewed finger nail before tossing that day's losing ticket onto the ground. He lit up a smoke and continued on home. Then he saw her.
At a number that outclassed even soul mates, he w... | I'm staring.
I can't stop staring.
This whole thing has become second nature to me at this point. I've seen numbers go up every once in a while, but nothing, nothing like this.
It's like a clock... you always know it's there, it's always reliable, and you see it change every once in a while. What I'm currently e... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | “Dude! Wait!”
The man under the bridge had dropped his previously heroin-filled needle when I locked eyes with him. And then he bolted. With a 0.97 over his head, taunting me.
“Shit,” I breathed. I took off after him.
He was fast, but the knowledge of his potentially life-shattering importance filled every muscle of... | I'm staring.
I can't stop staring.
This whole thing has become second nature to me at this point. I've seen numbers go up every once in a while, but nothing, nothing like this.
It's like a clock... you always know it's there, it's always reliable, and you see it change every once in a while. What I'm currently e... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | Of course I went after her. I needed to know. Even though the odds were low that I could actually catch up, I ran as fast as I could. I was painfully out of shape, long hours at a demanding law firm have seen to that. But the girl... Even though she looked as though she was at death's door, there was something graceful... | Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner. Sometimes I feel, like I'm all alone.
You get so used to it, you see it everyday.
The person at the supermarket, 0.
The person at the gas station, 0.
The person at the drive through, 0.
Under the bridge downtown, I met a .97.
Under the bridge downtown, I could not... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | "Who are you? How do you know me? Why are you so important to me?", I shouted to the junkie. He was a mess, ratty hair, emaciated; fortunately for my curiosity he was too high to maintain a chase and he dropped after about a quarter mile.
"How the fuck should I know, kid, you're a 0.001 to me. Why don't you do me... | Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner. Sometimes I feel, like I'm all alone.
You get so used to it, you see it everyday.
The person at the supermarket, 0.
The person at the gas station, 0.
The person at the drive through, 0.
Under the bridge downtown, I met a .97.
Under the bridge downtown, I could not... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | Joseph was on his way home from work. He picked up a candy bar and a scratch card from the local 7-11.
He unmasked each number with a chewed finger nail before tossing that day's losing ticket onto the ground. He lit up a smoke and continued on home. Then he saw her.
At a number that outclassed even soul mates, he w... | Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner. Sometimes I feel, like I'm all alone.
You get so used to it, you see it everyday.
The person at the supermarket, 0.
The person at the gas station, 0.
The person at the drive through, 0.
Under the bridge downtown, I met a .97.
Under the bridge downtown, I could not... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | “Dude! Wait!”
The man under the bridge had dropped his previously heroin-filled needle when I locked eyes with him. And then he bolted. With a 0.97 over his head, taunting me.
“Shit,” I breathed. I took off after him.
He was fast, but the knowledge of his potentially life-shattering importance filled every muscle of... | Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner. Sometimes I feel, like I'm all alone.
You get so used to it, you see it everyday.
The person at the supermarket, 0.
The person at the gas station, 0.
The person at the drive through, 0.
Under the bridge downtown, I met a .97.
Under the bridge downtown, I could not... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | "Who are you? How do you know me? Why are you so important to me?", I shouted to the junkie. He was a mess, ratty hair, emaciated; fortunately for my curiosity he was too high to maintain a chase and he dropped after about a quarter mile.
"How the fuck should I know, kid, you're a 0.001 to me. Why don't you do me... | Of course I went after her. I needed to know. Even though the odds were low that I could actually catch up, I ran as fast as I could. I was painfully out of shape, long hours at a demanding law firm have seen to that. But the girl... Even though she looked as though she was at death's door, there was something graceful... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | “Dude! Wait!”
The man under the bridge had dropped his previously heroin-filled needle when I locked eyes with him. And then he bolted. With a 0.97 over his head, taunting me.
“Shit,” I breathed. I took off after him.
He was fast, but the knowledge of his potentially life-shattering importance filled every muscle of... | Joseph was on his way home from work. He picked up a candy bar and a scratch card from the local 7-11.
He unmasked each number with a chewed finger nail before tossing that day's losing ticket onto the ground. He lit up a smoke and continued on home. Then he saw her.
At a number that outclassed even soul mates, he w... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | “Dude! Wait!”
The man under the bridge had dropped his previously heroin-filled needle when I locked eyes with him. And then he bolted. With a 0.97 over his head, taunting me.
“Shit,” I breathed. I took off after him.
He was fast, but the knowledge of his potentially life-shattering importance filled every muscle of... | She wasn't a lover. There was no way.
My parents were only .4 to me on a good day but in terms of PRI [personality relevancy index], not even children ever reached more than .7 to their parents. but a great relief to children who didnt understand yet how At .97 I felt compelled to approach her, despite my increas... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | “Dude! Wait!”
The man under the bridge had dropped his previously heroin-filled needle when I locked eyes with him. And then he bolted. With a 0.97 over his head, taunting me.
“Shit,” I breathed. I took off after him.
He was fast, but the knowledge of his potentially life-shattering importance filled every muscle of... | The park is usually a pretty quiet place and almost everybody there means nothing to me. Everyones a 0.0000000000001 or something. Maybe there'l be the occasional person I went to high school with or an Ex-Girlfriend's best friend who gets up to a .1 but thats it. It makes me feel anonymous. I feel like I have the free... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | Holy shit!
I'm frozen for a second, staring at that number. 0.97? There's... just no way. No way.
I had stopped near the end of a small bridge, a bit winded from my run, and had only hoped to catch my breath while looking out at the creek. Below me, at the opposite side of the bank, a couple of junkies sat leaning ... | The park is usually a pretty quiet place and almost everybody there means nothing to me. Everyones a 0.0000000000001 or something. Maybe there'l be the occasional person I went to high school with or an Ex-Girlfriend's best friend who gets up to a .1 but thats it. It makes me feel anonymous. I feel like I have the free... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | The pool of blood has reached the drain. My vision is beginning to go dark. The junkie has fled, leaving his improvised shiv next to me, covered in my blood.
I had seen the .97, and clearly he'd seen something similar from me. He had made the smart choice, and run. I had made the dumb choice, and run after him. One q... | The park is usually a pretty quiet place and almost everybody there means nothing to me. Everyones a 0.0000000000001 or something. Maybe there'l be the occasional person I went to high school with or an Ex-Girlfriend's best friend who gets up to a .1 but thats it. It makes me feel anonymous. I feel like I have the free... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run. | The pool of blood has reached the drain. My vision is beginning to go dark. The junkie has fled, leaving his improvised shiv next to me, covered in my blood.
I had seen the .97, and clearly he'd seen something similar from me. He had made the smart choice, and run. I had made the dumb choice, and run after him. One q... | Holy shit!
I'm frozen for a second, staring at that number. 0.97? There's... just no way. No way.
I had stopped near the end of a small bridge, a bit winded from my run, and had only hoped to catch my breath while looking out at the creek. Below me, at the opposite side of the bank, a couple of junkies sat leaning ... | |
[WP] You're lying on your back staring up at the sky. All of the sudden, you see a single human zoom across the sky.... | The sky is particularly blue today, like the colour of the ocean down at the tropics. Blue, with a bit of green. The sun hangs high and proud, beaming brightly with brilliant orange-yellow light. There isn't a cloud to be seen, except for the little one over there-
I cock my head to the side, examining it. It's shape... | I look down towards my watch and realize it's time. The battle to save the galaxy is less than 30 minutes away and all of humanity is counting on me. Grabbing the strap of my katana I start locking it in place as I start to soar near the man I seen just moments ago. I approach the stadium arena realizing that it's abou... | |
[WP]You are transferred to an earth-like planet by an unknown force. The only information you are given is 'You are alone' and 'You live forever'. Describe your progress as the millenia pass by. | **You, male human, are sentenced to an eternity of loneliness...**
The words echoed through my head. After a few seconds, only silence remained.
"Hello? Anybody there?!" I screamed.
*Silence.*
Not even an echo.
"Anybody?"
*Silence.*
That wasn't particularly good.
**Day Two**
Still no signs of other ... | I lie in bed, staring at the bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. I turn to the clock. It clicks over from 06:59 to 07:00. A hushed voice in my head whispers.
*“You are alone. You live forever”*
Those words haunt me since the first morning I heard them. I barely sleep these days. I crawl out of the nest of p... | |
[WP]You are transferred to an earth-like planet by an unknown force. The only information you are given is 'You are alone' and 'You live forever'. Describe your progress as the millenia pass by. | A voice booms overhead. The only voice you've heard since you landed here.
"My son, it has come time for me to check on you"
"I'm not sure what you mean..." you respond sounding perplexed.
"Your task was to make something of this land. What have you accomplished"
You look around at your makings, and gleefully respo... | "You are alone,you live forever." Those were the last words I heard from another voice. At first before my first few deaths I thought it was a joke. I thought I had been "kidnapped" by friends as a joke. I wandered lost hungry and died by starvation. I woke up the next day in the same condition as when I first arri... | |
[WP] "Run to the trees, they will protect you" | Sylvie cowered in her mother's arms, trying to block out the shouts and screams that pierced the air. Footsteps rushed by; the wind carried the scent of smoke - houses, livelihoods, and lives, all going up in flames.
Nobody stopped to help them. Sylvie and her mother had always been outcasts, living in a shack on the ... | I felt the wind on my back, saw from the corner of my eye how it picked up locks of my long hair and playfully pushed them and my skirt forward towards the forest. It was cold outside, but the wind carried with it an unnatural warmth. It also brought to me unpleasant sounds. There were fearful cries in the air. My fath... | |
[WP]: Death died. No one knows how or why, but you have been enlisted as the new Death. | Black to brown. A swirl of lighter brown. The two mixed and clouded and moved. My coffee still tasted like shit. I sat at the counter staring intently at my coffee for what seemed like hours.
"Hey!"
"Wh- what?" I asked, startled at the interruption.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm alright, Cindy. Just another day at the ... | "Welcome everyone, to Local 243's weekly meeting of the Industrial Anthropomorphic Entities Union! My name is Famine, and i'd like to welcome the newest addition to the Union: Death!"
I try to sink deeper into my robe, but these plastic chairs don't give a lot of leeway.
"I think Death wanted to introduce themselves... | |
[WP]: Death died. No one knows how or why, but you have been enlisted as the new Death. | Thomas woke up in a bright room. It was well lit, and he was already seated in a comfortable chair in front of a solid metal desk. He sank into the seat as he adjusted his backside.
"Thomas Field- Fieldmaster is that really your name?" A strange man across from his asked, typing away at his computer, a slight grin arr... | "Welcome everyone, to Local 243's weekly meeting of the Industrial Anthropomorphic Entities Union! My name is Famine, and i'd like to welcome the newest addition to the Union: Death!"
I try to sink deeper into my robe, but these plastic chairs don't give a lot of leeway.
"I think Death wanted to introduce themselves... | |
[WP] You are a demon summoned with an unusually grand offering to fuel your powers of influence over the earthly plane. However, your summoner doesn't want you to wipe out a small country. They want you to.. Cause minor inconveniences to a specific person. | "Where the fuck are my keys?" Johnny said to nobody in particular. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and came out with a phone, some loose change and a couple of old sweet wrappers. For the third time this week.
"For fucks sake..." Johnny sighed. He was going to have to go back to the lobby and find someone to let ... | (Disclaimer: This sucks. I am just getting back into writing after almost 8 years off. Constructive criticisms are welcomed.)
My summoning spell is long and difficult, and requires much dedication, as it's not easily abandoned. It's not like you can give up in the middle of it and expect me not to notice. Preparation ... | |
[WP] You have the ability to manipulate reality. You slowly start to go insane as you forget what is real and what is just your imagination becoming real. | "I used to think I knew what real was, you know..."
*"Don't you?"*
"No. I mean, yeah. I can breathe. I can eat. I can sleep. I can love. I can believe. Those are all real, aren't they? They represent the basic fabric of existence. Of Being. I am here. You are there, with your mysterious diary of notes on my conditio... | She's beautiful, you know. Freckles like brown sugar dashed across her cheeks, laugh like a wind chime. When she tells me a joke, her nose, a button, crinkles just a little. Just a little.
We're back on a date again -- this time, a farmer's market down on 12th street and Gerry Ave. She buys us an apple each and when... | |
[WP] An entire family chokes on a single calculator. You are a police officer trying to solve the case. | I'm in class, so sorry for cutting out early, had to get back to work. If people want more, I'll continue after. Also my first prompt so criticism welcome :)
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I'll let you in on a little known fact - cops in training throw some of the best parties on planets. On especially quiet nights I'll allow myself to smirk ... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
- [/r/scp] [\[WP\] An entire family chokes on a single calculator. You are a police officer trying to solve the case. Xpost from \/r\/writingprompts.](https://np.reddit.com/r/SCP/comments/57br9d/wp_an_entire_family_chokes_on_a... | |
[WP] Write a scene that includes two characters, yet only one character has 100% of the dialogue. | "You're not going to find anyone, you know."
The figure continued walking and faced straight forward, ignoring the man adjacent.
"Just like last time and the time before that and the time before that. You know that all the doctors are dead and the pharamcy was cleared out. As much as I hate to say it, and trust me, I... | "You are really very pretty you know.."
I said as i circled the girl tied to a chair she didn't reply,but how could she i had her mouth taped shut
"I knew when i saw you the other night i just had to get you alone, yeah im probably crazy but you would never look at a guy like me if i didn't make you"
She looked up a... | |
[WP] Write a scene that includes two characters, yet only one character has 100% of the dialogue. | “I'm pregnant.”
He said nothing in response, yet the distant expression upon his face spoke volumes.
Marie shut her eyelids tight, fighting back tears. “It's yours, Jeff. I'm so sorry. I should have told you earlier.” The divorce had been a mess, but this news would complicate things.
Before everything went South, l... | "You are really very pretty you know.."
I said as i circled the girl tied to a chair she didn't reply,but how could she i had her mouth taped shut
"I knew when i saw you the other night i just had to get you alone, yeah im probably crazy but you would never look at a guy like me if i didn't make you"
She looked up a... | |
[WP] Write a scene that includes two characters, yet only one character has 100% of the dialogue. | "Do you - do you remember the time we drove all night long just to get breakfast burritos in Midway?" I could barely get the words out against my laughter. A few rogue strands of hair had drifted down into my face and I tucked them behind my ear. "I don't think you really knew how much I loved to talk until you drove m... | "You are really very pretty you know.."
I said as i circled the girl tied to a chair she didn't reply,but how could she i had her mouth taped shut
"I knew when i saw you the other night i just had to get you alone, yeah im probably crazy but you would never look at a guy like me if i didn't make you"
She looked up a... | |
[WP] Write a scene that includes two characters, yet only one character has 100% of the dialogue. | I can talk. She just doesn't know it.
All day long, I'll watch her. Crouching by the door, or lying on the bed. I'll follow her around, carefully. She mustn't know that I care. So I make it look like just an accident, a coincidence that I'm always in the same room as her. It's frightfully obvious, if you happen to be ... | "You are really very pretty you know.."
I said as i circled the girl tied to a chair she didn't reply,but how could she i had her mouth taped shut
"I knew when i saw you the other night i just had to get you alone, yeah im probably crazy but you would never look at a guy like me if i didn't make you"
She looked up a... | |
[WP] Write a scene that includes two characters, yet only one character has 100% of the dialogue. | The boy sat in his chair, the chair marked "his", and waited patiently for the older man's diatribe to end.
"You're impressed right now. I know it," the older man said. The boy nodded as expected.
"You think I'm a mastermind, don't you?" the older man asked. Again, the boy nodded.
The older man sat down in his chair... | "You are really very pretty you know.."
I said as i circled the girl tied to a chair she didn't reply,but how could she i had her mouth taped shut
"I knew when i saw you the other night i just had to get you alone, yeah im probably crazy but you would never look at a guy like me if i didn't make you"
She looked up a... | |
[WP] Write a scene that includes two characters, yet only one character has 100% of the dialogue. | “Hello?” A nervous head appeared in the doorway. “I’m looking for Mute Matthew. Do you know where I can find him?” A body followed through. “I’ve been told I should come to him for advice, and well, I need some right now.”
On the opposite end of the room, a man was seated behind a desk. He raised his head to quickly i... | "You are really very pretty you know.."
I said as i circled the girl tied to a chair she didn't reply,but how could she i had her mouth taped shut
"I knew when i saw you the other night i just had to get you alone, yeah im probably crazy but you would never look at a guy like me if i didn't make you"
She looked up a... | |
[WP] Write a scene that includes two characters, yet only one character has 100% of the dialogue. | We sat inside the trench waiting as mortars and artillery chartered and thundered above us. The sound was deafening but gave us time to rest as the second battalion charged over our trench.
"They're crazy if they think I'm going through that dead man's land. Silence greeted me as I peeked above the lip of our trench... | "You are really very pretty you know.."
I said as i circled the girl tied to a chair she didn't reply,but how could she i had her mouth taped shut
"I knew when i saw you the other night i just had to get you alone, yeah im probably crazy but you would never look at a guy like me if i didn't make you"
She looked up a... | |
[WP] Write a scene that includes two characters, yet only one character has 100% of the dialogue. | “I'm pregnant.”
He said nothing in response, yet the distant expression upon his face spoke volumes.
Marie shut her eyelids tight, fighting back tears. “It's yours, Jeff. I'm so sorry. I should have told you earlier.” The divorce had been a mess, but this news would complicate things.
Before everything went South, l... | “Sorry about the wait, Mr."-Alf Guodin Gricer paused as he scanned his list-“J. Sam Debon. Well, that’s a mouthful. I’m going to stick with Mr. Debon from now on. Anyway, I’d put something better on the TV screen but we don’t get too many channels around here.”
He went to place the clipboard gently on the table as De... | |
[WP] Write a scene that includes two characters, yet only one character has 100% of the dialogue. | I can talk. She just doesn't know it.
All day long, I'll watch her. Crouching by the door, or lying on the bed. I'll follow her around, carefully. She mustn't know that I care. So I make it look like just an accident, a coincidence that I'm always in the same room as her. It's frightfully obvious, if you happen to be ... | "You're not going to find anyone, you know."
The figure continued walking and faced straight forward, ignoring the man adjacent.
"Just like last time and the time before that and the time before that. You know that all the doctors are dead and the pharamcy was cleared out. As much as I hate to say it, and trust me, I... | |
[WP] Write a scene that includes two characters, yet only one character has 100% of the dialogue. | “Hello?” A nervous head appeared in the doorway. “I’m looking for Mute Matthew. Do you know where I can find him?” A body followed through. “I’ve been told I should come to him for advice, and well, I need some right now.”
On the opposite end of the room, a man was seated behind a desk. He raised his head to quickly i... | The boy sat in his chair, the chair marked "his", and waited patiently for the older man's diatribe to end.
"You're impressed right now. I know it," the older man said. The boy nodded as expected.
"You think I'm a mastermind, don't you?" the older man asked. Again, the boy nodded.
The older man sat down in his chair... | |
[WP] You're known as the world's greatest healer. However, you have a secret: you " heal " the wounds by transferring them to yourself. Your latest patient finds out. | My grandmother always said every human on earth is born with a gift. Most dont realize the power bestowed upon them. I can see them you know. Well...more like feel them. I walk down the street, people pass me, oblivious to to their gifts as I curse mine. Grandma always said the most powerful gifts are the most difficul... | " it's done" I muddert under my rustling breath, barely loud enough to be heard by the half consciouss womens family around me.
My eyes glanced to both my sides and could see only a few had heared what I said and those looked at me in die believe.
I let go a inner sight.
Then louder then before, my voice filled with ... | |
[WP] You're known as the world's greatest healer. However, you have a secret: you " heal " the wounds by transferring them to yourself. Your latest patient finds out. | As I lifted my newest patient onto the bed I could feel my sleeve tugging at the scabs on my forearm. My previous patient wasn’t paying attention while boiling his spaghetti and expertly managed to spill the boiling water all over his forearms. Sometimes I wonder why I trade my own health for others’ idiocy, but I quic... | " it's done" I muddert under my rustling breath, barely loud enough to be heard by the half consciouss womens family around me.
My eyes glanced to both my sides and could see only a few had heared what I said and those looked at me in die believe.
I let go a inner sight.
Then louder then before, my voice filled with ... | |
[WP] You're known as the world's greatest healer. However, you have a secret: you " heal " the wounds by transferring them to yourself. Your latest patient finds out. | My grandmother always said every human on earth is born with a gift. Most dont realize the power bestowed upon them. I can see them you know. Well...more like feel them. I walk down the street, people pass me, oblivious to to their gifts as I curse mine. Grandma always said the most powerful gifts are the most difficul... | “It’s finished.” I speak firmly with a pained smile on my face as I let my arms fall to my sides. I turn to hurry out of the room, speaking quickly about the nurse returning to take care of them further. I need to get to my office, I can rest in there until I am needed again. Just as I begin to walk from the room, a li... | |
[WP] When it was found that no 2 countries with a McDonalds had gone to war, all countries agreed to build franchises to enact world peace. Ronald McDonald was then unanimously elected benevolent dictator. 200 years later, you are Ronald McDonald IV and the empire is in trouble. | As I sit in my throne room, I recall the day the weight of the world was laid upon my shoulders. My father, Ronald the Third, was just laid the rest; I was 41 years old as I walked into this throne room as emperor for the first time. Mayor McCheese, one of my fathers closest advisers, had said to me: "Breath easy ... | God-King Ronald McDonald IV ran through the yellow hued metallic tunnel with feral urgency, for he had mere seconds to make it to the panic room before he would be overcome.
Shaken, he slammed his nervous palm into the door lock for what appeared to be a simple janitorial closet.
Sobbing wildly he eased his way into... | |
[WP] When it was found that no 2 countries with a McDonalds had gone to war, all countries agreed to build franchises to enact world peace. Ronald McDonald was then unanimously elected benevolent dictator. 200 years later, you are Ronald McDonald IV and the empire is in trouble. | As I sit in my throne room, I recall the day the weight of the world was laid upon my shoulders. My father, Ronald the Third, was just laid the rest; I was 41 years old as I walked into this throne room as emperor for the first time. Mayor McCheese, one of my fathers closest advisers, had said to me: "Breath easy ... | Strapping on his worn down red shoes, a glisten of ketchup adorned the corner of the tired Leader's tense mouth from the most recent mcdouble he took much pleasure enjoying. Before him was a task that creased his brow many a restless night the week leading up to this evening. Shrugging off the faintest hint of nervousn... | |
[WP] When it was found that no 2 countries with a McDonalds had gone to war, all countries agreed to build franchises to enact world peace. Ronald McDonald was then unanimously elected benevolent dictator. 200 years later, you are Ronald McDonald IV and the empire is in trouble. | As I sit in my throne room, I recall the day the weight of the world was laid upon my shoulders. My father, Ronald the Third, was just laid the rest; I was 41 years old as I walked into this throne room as emperor for the first time. Mayor McCheese, one of my fathers closest advisers, had said to me: "Breath easy ... | "Uh...Sir," the Deputy General of the UNMcD, poked Ron in the side gently. "SIR!" he said a bit more forcefully a second time.
"I'm afraid Sir you must wake up, we have a situation that requires your immediate attention."
Ron stirred momentarily, rolled over long enough to see who it was that was trying wake him, the... | |
[WP] When it was found that no 2 countries with a McDonalds had gone to war, all countries agreed to build franchises to enact world peace. Ronald McDonald was then unanimously elected benevolent dictator. 200 years later, you are Ronald McDonald IV and the empire is in trouble. | "Sire," Reynaldo kneeled before me as he spoke. "The rebel factions have banded together as you suggested they would. The False King, the Fire-Haired Wench, and the Jester have united. They have taken three districts in as many hours."
"Of course they have." I stared out the window at my kingdom. "Tell the Queen that ... | **Chapter Four: The Collapse**
*Introduction:*
As we've learned in the previous chapter, President McDonald the Second (Who reigned from 2043-2094 CE) presided over a relatively peaceful empire. Though the process of centralizing the power of the world to the McDonald government was arduous (and often met with skep... | |
[WP] When it was found that no 2 countries with a McDonalds had gone to war, all countries agreed to build franchises to enact world peace. Ronald McDonald was then unanimously elected benevolent dictator. 200 years later, you are Ronald McDonald IV and the empire is in trouble. | "Sire," Reynaldo kneeled before me as he spoke. "The rebel factions have banded together as you suggested they would. The False King, the Fire-Haired Wench, and the Jester have united. They have taken three districts in as many hours."
"Of course they have." I stared out the window at my kingdom. "Tell the Queen that ... | I fucking hate you, Dad. I really do.
You could have managed your appetite instead of buying quadruple XL yellow jumpsuits, or even better, managed your empire instead of choking to death on ten McRibs. Nope. You left your crumbling empire into the hands of your fifteen-year-old son, who hadn’t even had his hair dyed... | |
[WP] Due to a minor typo, the city starts building homeless smelters. | The daunting task facing the design team of two turns to rage and disgust.
"I can't believe that they really want us to do this, they are people John! This is mass murder!" yells Maria.
"I know, but there is no way out of this, you saw what they wrote... if it isn't us then they are going to take it into their own ha... | "How did it come to this?" Cole muffled from underneath the a putrid stank. Specifically, that of his loony grandmother's katuckis. It was a mere week ago that he was making love to some hot broad he picked up off the Bennigan's. Little did Cole know, that broad was the typist for the NYC Court. And because he fucked h... | |
[WP] Due to a minor typo, the city starts building homeless smelters. | His ruined shoes, embroidered with duct tape and caked dirt, scrape against the cracked sidewalk. Each step greeted with a tired sigh, condensing into a bleak frost that clings to an unkempt beard. He can feel the eyes of passersby burrowing through his frame. He's a nobody, he brought it upon himself, he might be dang... | "We've located someone else. Let's go."
Greg and I scrambled to get any gear we needed: tasers, 9mm pistol in case things got hairy, and various means of restraining: rope, flex cuffs, everything. The city had started building facilities to obliterate the homeless population by means of smelting them... rounding them ... | |
[WP] Due to a minor typo, the city starts building homeless smelters. | The civil official walks into the office and tells the secretary or clerk or whatever.
"Excuse me we have a typo here. It should be shelter not smelter could you fix this"
Secretary looks at the official and replies, "Fine."
She clickity clack away on the keyboard.
"There all fixed anything else"
"No that was all than... | "We've located someone else. Let's go."
Greg and I scrambled to get any gear we needed: tasers, 9mm pistol in case things got hairy, and various means of restraining: rope, flex cuffs, everything. The city had started building facilities to obliterate the homeless population by means of smelting them... rounding them ... | |
[WP] Due to a minor typo, the city starts building homeless smelters. | His ruined shoes, embroidered with duct tape and caked dirt, scrape against the cracked sidewalk. Each step greeted with a tired sigh, condensing into a bleak frost that clings to an unkempt beard. He can feel the eyes of passersby burrowing through his frame. He's a nobody, he brought it upon himself, he might be dang... | It was June 28th 5:40 at night when Alderman Woods flew through the door with a newspaper in his hand. The city council meeting was about to start and Jeff looked like a meth head on a bender. "What the fuck is this!" Jeff Bellowed. The mayor turned around and looked at the raving lunatic. "A piece of paper ya jackas... | |
[WP] Due to a minor typo, the city starts building homeless smelters. | A small crowd gathered around the facade of the new building. The steel plating of the walls stared at them, little bolts jutting from the joints, glints of sunlight highlighting the bald heads of the men dressed in smart suits.
The door opened unceremoniously, revealing a grinning figure with a yellow safety helmet p... | I picked up a newspaper from the pavement, and my eyes caught the headline. Horrified, I went on to read the piece.
>THE END OF THE HOMELESSNESS DISEASE
Our Supremem Leader Jim has ordered that homelessness be excised. Homelessness is a disease, He said, in a televised interview, that was watched by everyone. Our S... | |
[WP] Due to a minor typo, the city starts building homeless smelters. | "The homeless are one of the most valuable resources we have," Said the presidential candidate, flashing a too white smile at the camera, and sharing a knowing nod to the audience, "With the homeless, we can provide jobs! We can improve our infrastructure! The homeless are strong, and we have to use that advantage."... | I picked up a newspaper from the pavement, and my eyes caught the headline. Horrified, I went on to read the piece.
>THE END OF THE HOMELESSNESS DISEASE
Our Supremem Leader Jim has ordered that homelessness be excised. Homelessness is a disease, He said, in a televised interview, that was watched by everyone. Our S... | |
[WP] Due to a minor typo, the city starts building homeless smelters. | Every day at 5, Bob sits on the steps outside my building and waits for me to get off work. No matter the weather, he's always there, with an orange or a banana to share with me. He's like a dog; he'll probably continue to come long after I'm fired, setting up camp in the adjoining alley when I fail to show. It's not l... | I picked up a newspaper from the pavement, and my eyes caught the headline. Horrified, I went on to read the piece.
>THE END OF THE HOMELESSNESS DISEASE
Our Supremem Leader Jim has ordered that homelessness be excised. Homelessness is a disease, He said, in a televised interview, that was watched by everyone. Our S... | |
[WP] Due to a minor typo, the city starts building homeless smelters. | Every day at 5, Bob sits on the steps outside my building and waits for me to get off work. No matter the weather, he's always there, with an orange or a banana to share with me. He's like a dog; he'll probably continue to come long after I'm fired, setting up camp in the adjoining alley when I fail to show. It's not l... | "What on Earth.."
"They sent us these designs. They sent it."
"I know, but why?"
The construction supervisor looked at the site drawings and pursed his lips.
"Best get on with it."
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"We're supposed to design *what*?"
"You read the letter, Jim. And that came straight from the mayor's office. Like n... | |
[WP] Dragons are real, they were never myths nor were they ever extinct. Write about dragons in a time period other than the typical medieval/fantasy (i.e Future, Modern, Victorian, Roman etc.). | The night was quiet. The only noise I could hear was the click clack of the horses' hoofs and the creaking of the wagon wheels as we traveled down the road. I looked up at the sky and watched the stars sparkle. I laid in the wagon, fully trusting the driver to take me to my destination. I hadn't seen the stars like... | **The Right to Flight**
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Civilization had convinced itself that it had tamed them; that the beasts had gone the way of cattle and succumbed to domestication. It accepted the claim that the bit and the bridle was enough, as it had been for the bucking plains bronco, to break the spirit and bow the head. There were... | |
[WP] Dragons are real, they were never myths nor were they ever extinct. Write about dragons in a time period other than the typical medieval/fantasy (i.e Future, Modern, Victorian, Roman etc.). | There was nothing, and then there was fire. That's what I remember. At least, that's what I *say* I remember.
We've been running out of gold for a while. Valued since ancient times, we started using gold as a consumable resource in the 20th century in our electronics and our machines, and we've exponentially acce... | **The Right to Flight**
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Civilization had convinced itself that it had tamed them; that the beasts had gone the way of cattle and succumbed to domestication. It accepted the claim that the bit and the bridle was enough, as it had been for the bucking plains bronco, to break the spirit and bow the head. There were... | |
[WP] You have superpowers but you decide not to be a hero or a villain, instead you use your powers to be really good at your mundane job. | The building outside my window was burning, but that wasn't my problem, I had papers to file.
The power to control the four elements really made the job *so* much more easier and bearable. Seriously, like the air conditioning was never on but I had my own personal fan, I never actually had to touch papers to file them... | Janet Yellen giggled. Williamson, you sly old dog.
She flicked forward again, AD seemed to be strong in 2018. 2019 - stable.
Yup, the right decision.
She'd have to persuade the rest of the Board but a rate hike seemed like a safe bet.
Business cycle regulated, she went back to browsing. | |
[WP] You have superpowers but you decide not to be a hero or a villain, instead you use your powers to be really good at your mundane job. | "Anything you're worried about?" Polly looked up from her notepad at the new client on the couch.
"No," Janice said, fidgeting with her purse and glancing at the clock. "I - this goes until 5, right?" *I've got to be home to make dinner. My kids will be worried if I don't.*
"Right." Polly gave her a bright smile. "Wo... | Janet Yellen giggled. Williamson, you sly old dog.
She flicked forward again, AD seemed to be strong in 2018. 2019 - stable.
Yup, the right decision.
She'd have to persuade the rest of the Board but a rate hike seemed like a safe bet.
Business cycle regulated, she went back to browsing. | |
[WP] You have superpowers but you decide not to be a hero or a villain, instead you use your powers to be really good at your mundane job. | I walked to the door of the house with my clipboard and pen ready. I knock on the door.
"Good morning madam, are you by any chance interested in buying one of these magnificent vacuums?"
"Sorry sir, not today, have a good day."
As she was closing the door I shoved my foot in it.
"But wait ma'am let me show you how ... | Janet Yellen giggled. Williamson, you sly old dog.
She flicked forward again, AD seemed to be strong in 2018. 2019 - stable.
Yup, the right decision.
She'd have to persuade the rest of the Board but a rate hike seemed like a safe bet.
Business cycle regulated, she went back to browsing. | |
[WP] You have superpowers but you decide not to be a hero or a villain, instead you use your powers to be really good at your mundane job. | It's been five years since I learned that my parents were superheros. I suppose I should be elated, I had discovered that I was a "someone" in a world of heros' and villians I was someone who could make their mark on the world really felt. I had discovered my powers by accident, I had the ability to alter the memories ... | Janet Yellen giggled. Williamson, you sly old dog.
She flicked forward again, AD seemed to be strong in 2018. 2019 - stable.
Yup, the right decision.
She'd have to persuade the rest of the Board but a rate hike seemed like a safe bet.
Business cycle regulated, she went back to browsing. | |
[WP] You have superpowers but you decide not to be a hero or a villain, instead you use your powers to be really good at your mundane job. | The building outside my window was burning, but that wasn't my problem, I had papers to file.
The power to control the four elements really made the job *so* much more easier and bearable. Seriously, like the air conditioning was never on but I had my own personal fan, I never actually had to touch papers to file them... | People avoid those words.
They imply a genre of fiction. They mean that it is likely we are of that genre, and the reason we don't have a Captain America or Superman figure being the Adonis-esque handsome figure with Herculean themes and Arthurian ideals made PC for modern times sensibilities is because we're not a pa... | |
[WP] You have superpowers but you decide not to be a hero or a villain, instead you use your powers to be really good at your mundane job. | "Anything you're worried about?" Polly looked up from her notepad at the new client on the couch.
"No," Janice said, fidgeting with her purse and glancing at the clock. "I - this goes until 5, right?" *I've got to be home to make dinner. My kids will be worried if I don't.*
"Right." Polly gave her a bright smile. "Wo... | People avoid those words.
They imply a genre of fiction. They mean that it is likely we are of that genre, and the reason we don't have a Captain America or Superman figure being the Adonis-esque handsome figure with Herculean themes and Arthurian ideals made PC for modern times sensibilities is because we're not a pa... | |
[WP] You have superpowers but you decide not to be a hero or a villain, instead you use your powers to be really good at your mundane job. | I walked to the door of the house with my clipboard and pen ready. I knock on the door.
"Good morning madam, are you by any chance interested in buying one of these magnificent vacuums?"
"Sorry sir, not today, have a good day."
As she was closing the door I shoved my foot in it.
"But wait ma'am let me show you how ... | People avoid those words.
They imply a genre of fiction. They mean that it is likely we are of that genre, and the reason we don't have a Captain America or Superman figure being the Adonis-esque handsome figure with Herculean themes and Arthurian ideals made PC for modern times sensibilities is because we're not a pa... | |
[WP] You have superpowers but you decide not to be a hero or a villain, instead you use your powers to be really good at your mundane job. | It's been five years since I learned that my parents were superheros. I suppose I should be elated, I had discovered that I was a "someone" in a world of heros' and villians I was someone who could make their mark on the world really felt. I had discovered my powers by accident, I had the ability to alter the memories ... | People avoid those words.
They imply a genre of fiction. They mean that it is likely we are of that genre, and the reason we don't have a Captain America or Superman figure being the Adonis-esque handsome figure with Herculean themes and Arthurian ideals made PC for modern times sensibilities is because we're not a pa... | |
[WP] You have superpowers but you decide not to be a hero or a villain, instead you use your powers to be really good at your mundane job. | I walked to the door of the house with my clipboard and pen ready. I knock on the door.
"Good morning madam, are you by any chance interested in buying one of these magnificent vacuums?"
"Sorry sir, not today, have a good day."
As she was closing the door I shoved my foot in it.
"But wait ma'am let me show you how ... | The building outside my window was burning, but that wasn't my problem, I had papers to file.
The power to control the four elements really made the job *so* much more easier and bearable. Seriously, like the air conditioning was never on but I had my own personal fan, I never actually had to touch papers to file them... | |
[WP] You have superpowers but you decide not to be a hero or a villain, instead you use your powers to be really good at your mundane job. | It's been five years since I learned that my parents were superheros. I suppose I should be elated, I had discovered that I was a "someone" in a world of heros' and villians I was someone who could make their mark on the world really felt. I had discovered my powers by accident, I had the ability to alter the memories ... | Strayed a bit from the prompt, sorry OP.
Freezing time. Possibly the most clichè power anyone could get. Well, lucky me, I just happened to snag this ability a few years back. Was it even years? Months? I could no longer tell. Hours passed for me in mere seconds for others. If I wanted, days could become weeks, weeks ... | |
[WP] You've been kidnapped by aliens. After days of invasive experiments, you've almost given up hope, when your cell opens and Adolf Hitler tosses you a blaster and says "Ve have to go NOW!" | The cold, hard floor...the darkness of the cell...but most of all, the absence of the mechanical buzzing from the machines in the operation and the cryptic chattering of the aliens that had been experimenting was a blessing.
My body throbbed in pain as the paralytics the aliens had injected into me began to wear off. ... | I awoke several hours after the invasive experiments were done to my body. I felt as if my soul itself was being poked and prodded for the sake of fun, as if God himself had abandoned me because my condition was too far gone from what it once was. My eyes has adjusted to the dull green light that had previously flooded... | |
[WP] You've been kidnapped by aliens. After days of invasive experiments, you've almost given up hope, when your cell opens and Adolf Hitler tosses you a blaster and says "Ve have to go NOW!" | INT. CELL BLOCK
Immaculate, polished stainless chrome walls - SETH sits on his plain, white-sheeted bed, staring off wistfully.
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A drop of drool at the corner of his mouth.
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His eyes, glazed, dark and tired, dart to:
The CELL DOOR. It slides, rattling. Then, an echoing click. It's open. He's free -... | "Ve have to go NOW!" he said, tossing me the foreign weapon.
"Who're you?"
"I am Hitler! I am here to take you to my secret base on ze moon!"
"What the hell is happening?" Was the only thought I could manage for the time being. Prior to my abduction the year was 2017, Hitler has long been dead, and space bases... | |
[WP] Life as a Lich during the zombie apocalypse isn't easy. Sure, the hordes of mindless undead generally leave you alone but they aren't great company and getting humans to take you seriously is a bit of a challenge. | "As I have taught you, to ward against this undying foe, we must remain forever vigilant. We must watch for the lies of the Lich. We must weed out his agents, lest he be reborn." From his marble raised dais, King Sigon gestured at the prisoner on the platform before him. "Citizens of Ellanaris, behold. I bring before y... | Kel sighed as he watched the mindless hordes mob and kill another person. It had been six months since a collegue of his had unleashed a plague which turned people into the living dead. It seemed like a good plan then. It's not hard to enslave them and make them do your bidding and you also can sit back and watch as th... | |
My boyfriend had this idea and really wanted me to post it :) | [WP] A heist is about to go down, but none of the perpetrators have synced their watches. | "Is there anything else you need today sir?" Said the bank clerk smiling.
Dave checked his watch and smirked, "Well there is one thing... All the money in the vault!" He shouted as he dived behind the counter. Silence hung heavy as everyone in the lobby stared at the man who was huddled behind the counter, covering h... | "Alison," the bank Manager called. "Come over here for a moment, would ya."
Alison rose from her receptionist's desk and made her way over to the front of the branch. "Yes, sir?"
"Does that seem odd to you?" he asked, pointing over to the black car parked in front of the building, its engine revving loudly. "It's... |
My boyfriend had this idea and really wanted me to post it :) | [WP] A heist is about to go down, but none of the perpetrators have synced their watches. | ~~12:00PM~~ 11:57AM
James stood in line, worriedly pawing the gun tucked into his waistband. This wasn't how it was supposed to go - he wasn't supposed to make the first move. His eyes were locked directly ahead, on that beautiful blond of a teller; anything too furtive and it may arouse the suspicion of the nearby gu... | "Alison," the bank Manager called. "Come over here for a moment, would ya."
Alison rose from her receptionist's desk and made her way over to the front of the branch. "Yes, sir?"
"Does that seem odd to you?" he asked, pointing over to the black car parked in front of the building, its engine revving loudly. "It's... |
My boyfriend had this idea and really wanted me to post it :) | [WP] A heist is about to go down, but none of the perpetrators have synced their watches. | ~~12:00PM~~ 11:57AM
James stood in line, worriedly pawing the gun tucked into his waistband. This wasn't how it was supposed to go - he wasn't supposed to make the first move. His eyes were locked directly ahead, on that beautiful blond of a teller; anything too furtive and it may arouse the suspicion of the nearby gu... | "Is there anything else you need today sir?" Said the bank clerk smiling.
Dave checked his watch and smirked, "Well there is one thing... All the money in the vault!" He shouted as he dived behind the counter. Silence hung heavy as everyone in the lobby stared at the man who was huddled behind the counter, covering h... |
[WP] You are a children's television show superhero by day, but a real superhero by night. Your mannerisms do not change. | I jumped down from the wooden board above the stage. My cape flapped behind me as the wires brought me down to the floor. I landed with my knees bent and then jumped up!
"Your evil stops here, Mr. Candy Sneak!" I threw my cape back, stuck out my chest, and pointed my finger angrily at the man dressed in bright colors.... | Overlooking the rooftops, ever-vigilant, was the famed superhero known as Red Rapid. He'd opted for his usual dramatic pose atop the building: one knee bent forward, hands on hips, and his impressive pecs thrust forward, on full display for the world to see.
Unfortunately, it was midday.
A wondering child thrust a po... | |
[WP] You are a children's television show superhero by day, but a real superhero by night. Your mannerisms do not change. | "Come on! Get the money in the truck! We've only got a few minutes until the poli-"
The overhead skylight exploded, sending glass raining into the bank lobby. "Fuck it's the SWAT! Get your wea-" The words froze in his throat when he noticed what had just landed atop the statue in the center of the lobby.
"Stealing i... | Overlooking the rooftops, ever-vigilant, was the famed superhero known as Red Rapid. He'd opted for his usual dramatic pose atop the building: one knee bent forward, hands on hips, and his impressive pecs thrust forward, on full display for the world to see.
Unfortunately, it was midday.
A wondering child thrust a po... | |
[WP] You are a children's television show superhero by day, but a real superhero by night. Your mannerisms do not change. | I jumped down from the wooden board above the stage. My cape flapped behind me as the wires brought me down to the floor. I landed with my knees bent and then jumped up!
"Your evil stops here, Mr. Candy Sneak!" I threw my cape back, stuck out my chest, and pointed my finger angrily at the man dressed in bright colors.... | I look at my gloved hands. Red gloves, latex, perfect for the cameras. Real heroes don't wear gloves.
A flickering.
A spotlight.
A body on the ground.
"ACTION!"
I quickly analyse the scene of the crime. I see fingerprints on the man's belt that coincide with my memorized fingerprints database for a Warner Tucker -... | |
[WP] You are a children's television show superhero by day, but a real superhero by night. Your mannerisms do not change. | "Come on! Get the money in the truck! We've only got a few minutes until the poli-"
The overhead skylight exploded, sending glass raining into the bank lobby. "Fuck it's the SWAT! Get your wea-" The words froze in his throat when he noticed what had just landed atop the statue in the center of the lobby.
"Stealing i... | I look at my gloved hands. Red gloves, latex, perfect for the cameras. Real heroes don't wear gloves.
A flickering.
A spotlight.
A body on the ground.
"ACTION!"
I quickly analyse the scene of the crime. I see fingerprints on the man's belt that coincide with my memorized fingerprints database for a Warner Tucker -... | |
[WP] You're a teen playing spin the bottle. Your spin lands between two other teens. You reach to spin again when an extra-dimensional being suddenly materializes in the empty space and says, "Finally! Let's go." | Mr. Mxyzptlk grinned ear to ear. "Well, loverboy? Pucker up!"
Clark stared at the tiny old man with the weird hair and the outlandish getup.
"Do hurry, young man, or I might have to call your parents!"
The rest of the group fell silent; there was nothing right about this man, from the way he'd appeared out of thin ... | "Are you coming," he repeated. And all I could do was just stare. My mouth hanging open and lips frozen in both fear and excitement. I could not take my eyes off of it.
"Who are you," I asked, but before he could answer, a light started shining behind him and then I swore I heard an alarm.
"You need to come with me n... | |
[WP] The "What if the Nazis won??" trope has been done to death. This time, imagine you live in a world where they won and write a story based on the prompt, "What if the allies won??" | "Professor, what if the axis had won the war and Germany lost?"
The professor lifted his head into the air so his nostrils were clearly visible to focus his glasses where the sound came from.
"Ah, yes. This is a good question, an interesting question." The professor, pulled the back of his belt up, adjusting his pant... | Parts of this make me feel unclean to write, but here it is anyway.
Back-page summary of The Girl in the Low Valley by Hans Schroeder
It is 1963. The Axis Powers have crumbled against the Slavic hordes of the Soviet Union and the devastating American Atom Bombs. What was once the Reich has been divided between The... | |
[wp]You are a college student, descending into madness. However, the voices you hear are actually reasonable and harassingly helpful. | "So you're hearing voices."
I appreciated Dr. Minsk abruptness. The way her words cut to the core of things, rather than try to peel away the unnecessary details of my life. It'd been almost two months since my last visit, but she wasted no time with that.
"Yes," I said. I fidgeted with my fingers, flaking off bits o... | Students seemed to see every day as the same, long, dull and drawn out. waiting for the weekends to come for the next big party just to have the whole time pass in a matter of "minutes". while others went home to be lazy and enjoy the days to them selves. "looks like somebody has the case of the Mondays." a phr... | |
[wp]You are a college student, descending into madness. However, the voices you hear are actually reasonable and harassingly helpful. | "So you're hearing voices."
I appreciated Dr. Minsk abruptness. The way her words cut to the core of things, rather than try to peel away the unnecessary details of my life. It'd been almost two months since my last visit, but she wasted no time with that.
"Yes," I said. I fidgeted with my fingers, flaking off bits o... | I set my tray down a little too hard next to the register, splashing a bit of Dr. Pepper on my noodles. “Shit,” I mutter, fumbling in my bag for my meal card. The cashier looks at me, half paying attention. I’m not surprised she’s kind of zoned out by 10 pm, the dinner rush is over and it’s just the night-owls and fuck... | |
[WP] The man died, but he was an organ donor. They harvested anything worth taking, but when they went to close him up and pull the plug, it had all grown back. So they did it again, and again, and again. On and on it went for decades, saving thousands of lives, until one day he opened his eyes. | You could feel the tension in the air as she walked into the hospital. Dr Smith had received some news that people had been dreading for decades. He had finally regained consciousness, and now she was going to have to face him and explain what had happened. The fact that she had won the competition wasn't any consolati... | You saved their lives,
hearts, kidneys, liver,
removed, deftly
with razors
made from stones
shaped under heat
molded by machines
powered by burning aether.
.
These were a gift
from us to them
to whom you gave
the promises of
skill and artifice
and to whom
you could now give more
the gift of life,
sp... | |
[WP] The man died, but he was an organ donor. They harvested anything worth taking, but when they went to close him up and pull the plug, it had all grown back. So they did it again, and again, and again. On and on it went for decades, saving thousands of lives, until one day he opened his eyes. | "How long was I out?"
"Seventy years." I rubbed my temple wearily. "You... did a lot of good while you were out."
His eyes narrowed. "How so, *doctor?* Was my body donated to drug research?"
"No... See, you signed up as an organ donor. So -"
"WAIT!" he shouted. "Don't tell me you've been cutting up my liver and g... | You saved their lives,
hearts, kidneys, liver,
removed, deftly
with razors
made from stones
shaped under heat
molded by machines
powered by burning aether.
.
These were a gift
from us to them
to whom you gave
the promises of
skill and artifice
and to whom
you could now give more
the gift of life,
sp... | |
[WP] The man died, but he was an organ donor. They harvested anything worth taking, but when they went to close him up and pull the plug, it had all grown back. So they did it again, and again, and again. On and on it went for decades, saving thousands of lives, until one day he opened his eyes. | “And here we have our most famous attraction, the Giving Man.” The lady in a brown pantsuit smiled as she passed the graying doctors and the young nurses. The troop of kids behind her bustled along, excited just to be outside of their ward.
One of them raised his hand. “Mrs. Bernstein?”
The lady turned, a wide smile ... | They say you can never know how a man really feels until you've walked a day in his shoes. Torn and tattered, marching on through trenches and treachery...or perhaps another way. Perhaps elegantly ambling atop a marble pathway, head held high where the clouds whisper musings of luxury and the cool blue winds freeze eve... | |
[WP] The man died, but he was an organ donor. They harvested anything worth taking, but when they went to close him up and pull the plug, it had all grown back. So they did it again, and again, and again. On and on it went for decades, saving thousands of lives, until one day he opened his eyes. | "How long was I out?"
"Seventy years." I rubbed my temple wearily. "You... did a lot of good while you were out."
His eyes narrowed. "How so, *doctor?* Was my body donated to drug research?"
"No... See, you signed up as an organ donor. So -"
"WAIT!" he shouted. "Don't tell me you've been cutting up my liver and g... | They say you can never know how a man really feels until you've walked a day in his shoes. Torn and tattered, marching on through trenches and treachery...or perhaps another way. Perhaps elegantly ambling atop a marble pathway, head held high where the clouds whisper musings of luxury and the cool blue winds freeze eve... | |
[WP] You have been sent to Hell. Instead of Satan giving you your punishment, however, you see him leaving his office, with an angry yet defeated look on his face and his things in a box in his hands. One of the demons walks up to you and says, "Welcome to Hell, Your Unholy Majesty". | "I beg your pardon?" My eyes were boring into the bright yellow ones of the obsequious demon.
"A-apologies Majesty. Your predecessor was just clearing out his space."
"What? What the fuck does that even mean? Where **AM** I?!" He flinched away from me and I tugged one of my red curls in frustration.
"Hell, Your Mo... | "...Welcome to Hell, Your Unholy Majesty.."
He holds my hands, kneels down and bows.
I look down at the small demon with my eyebrows crossed, confused. "What?.." I can see Satan continuing out of his office through my peripherals. "What's going on, where is he going?"
He stands up with his back hunched over still ho... | |
[WP] You have been sent to Hell. Instead of Satan giving you your punishment, however, you see him leaving his office, with an angry yet defeated look on his face and his things in a box in his hands. One of the demons walks up to you and says, "Welcome to Hell, Your Unholy Majesty". | "I beg your pardon?" My eyes were boring into the bright yellow ones of the obsequious demon.
"A-apologies Majesty. Your predecessor was just clearing out his space."
"What? What the fuck does that even mean? Where **AM** I?!" He flinched away from me and I tugged one of my red curls in frustration.
"Hell, Your Mo... | “Welcome to Hell, your Unholy Majesty.”
I opened my eyes and was met by Satan’s dark, soulless eyes staring daggers into mine as his demon friend smiled at me. Besides Satan's empty black eyes and giant, flaming horns coming out of his head, he looked kind of normal. I shot up off the ground and realized I wasn’t scre... | |
[WP] You have been sent to Hell. Instead of Satan giving you your punishment, however, you see him leaving his office, with an angry yet defeated look on his face and his things in a box in his hands. One of the demons walks up to you and says, "Welcome to Hell, Your Unholy Majesty". | "I beg your pardon?" My eyes were boring into the bright yellow ones of the obsequious demon.
"A-apologies Majesty. Your predecessor was just clearing out his space."
"What? What the fuck does that even mean? Where **AM** I?!" He flinched away from me and I tugged one of my red curls in frustration.
"Hell, Your Mo... | "Verdict... Hell."
My heart sunk. What? What did he just say? He thinks I need to go to hell?Seriously? People say I'm an asshole, but that doesn't make me an evil SOB who needs eternal torture. Sure, I've done some messed up things, but I regretted them afterwards and atoned for them, no need for hell....
"So, what ... | |
[WP] You are an evil overlord and a messenger has just informed you about a prophecy about a chosen one who will defeat. You decide to just give up. | Gerard knocked on the door to my chambers. I knew it was him because of the smell of cheap cologne which he thought made him fancy wafting through the entrance. I liked Gerard, he was a good evil butler. He had been with me since I was but a hopeful warlord in the Chander Provinces. Of course, I now controlled half the... | ‘And your absolutely sure about this prophecy? I mean its not like the last one where you said the prophecy of the growing red tree was actually a growing rebellion when it actually meant That House Haron with the red tree as a coat of arms would have many children this year. Or when you interpreted the prophecy of th... | |
[WP] You are an evil overlord and a messenger has just informed you about a prophecy about a chosen one who will defeat. You decide to just give up. | Gerard knocked on the door to my chambers. I knew it was him because of the smell of cheap cologne which he thought made him fancy wafting through the entrance. I liked Gerard, he was a good evil butler. He had been with me since I was but a hopeful warlord in the Chander Provinces. Of course, I now controlled half the... | "Lo, the son of prophecy
will strike the dark one out!
Son of more than prophecy-
From evil loins he sprouts!"
I quit all shaves and showers,
stocked up on ice cream tubs.
If *my* son's set to take my power, then,
on mating, I give up. |
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