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Good or bad trip. Your choice.
Thanks for the responses guys, I of course had to take a crack at it as well (be gentle it's my first try) | [WP] You're tripping on a new drug dubbed "Memory lane." It allows you to relive anything that has ever happened in your life with 100% clarity. The only catch is that the memory is random. | "Are you serious?", I said as I looked around the room and all the smiling faces. " you're joking right? Like this actually works?"
My friends invited me over for our bi-monthly trip. I wasn't really a fan. I always end up freaking out and breaking something.
"Yeah dude seriously. Take this and you can relive a mem... | I found out about it from a friend... never did anything like this before but I figured what the hell...
Looking into the mirror... down the hatch...
There she was, beautiful. Raven hair, blue eyes, tall... Gorgeous...
"Have a good day sweetheart" she said before we left.
Same usual day, same usual school, same us... |
Good or bad trip. Your choice.
Thanks for the responses guys, I of course had to take a crack at it as well (be gentle it's my first try) | [WP] You're tripping on a new drug dubbed "Memory lane." It allows you to relive anything that has ever happened in your life with 100% clarity. The only catch is that the memory is random. | At first when I heard about it, I was afraid. I knew I just had to try it. It's all the rage. It's been dubbed as "Better than LSD," "More fun than anything you've ever had before," and so on. But I was going to be the judge of that. I called up my dealer, Todd. He said he just got some, was selling it at a pretty stee... | I found out about it from a friend... never did anything like this before but I figured what the hell...
Looking into the mirror... down the hatch...
There she was, beautiful. Raven hair, blue eyes, tall... Gorgeous...
"Have a good day sweetheart" she said before we left.
Same usual day, same usual school, same us... |
Good or bad trip. Your choice.
Thanks for the responses guys, I of course had to take a crack at it as well (be gentle it's my first try) | [WP] You're tripping on a new drug dubbed "Memory lane." It allows you to relive anything that has ever happened in your life with 100% clarity. The only catch is that the memory is random. | We'd smoked two joints by the time Fred got there and I was feeling pretty lazy. The stairs creaked as he came down.
"Sup guys," Fred laughed, "its like a fucking sauna down here, y'all smoked yourselves retarded yet or what?"
Pat quipped up, "Ha, Ha, Ha, very funny, now sit your ass down and role us another one." Hi... | What some call repression, others call voluntary memory. I have never been prone to flashbacks, which my wife and my therapist both agree (they said it without saying it) is directly related to my lack of introspection and self-awareness. In fact, I never told my wife anything of my past until a year into the relations... |
Good or bad trip. Your choice.
Thanks for the responses guys, I of course had to take a crack at it as well (be gentle it's my first try) | [WP] You're tripping on a new drug dubbed "Memory lane." It allows you to relive anything that has ever happened in your life with 100% clarity. The only catch is that the memory is random. | We'd smoked two joints by the time Fred got there and I was feeling pretty lazy. The stairs creaked as he came down.
"Sup guys," Fred laughed, "its like a fucking sauna down here, y'all smoked yourselves retarded yet or what?"
Pat quipped up, "Ha, Ha, Ha, very funny, now sit your ass down and role us another one." Hi... | [I love this writing promt]
Although the drug is FDA approved and I'm lying down in my therapist's office, I cannot help but think to myself that this must be the sketchiest thing I've done since all that acid in college. Whatever, if it'll help me sleep. I close my eyes and lay down on my stomach. Seconds after Dr. F... |
Good or bad trip. Your choice.
Thanks for the responses guys, I of course had to take a crack at it as well (be gentle it's my first try) | [WP] You're tripping on a new drug dubbed "Memory lane." It allows you to relive anything that has ever happened in your life with 100% clarity. The only catch is that the memory is random. | I ring the doorbell and my friend Amanda answers, she's smiling and her eyes are glossy and red. When I ask if she's been smoking weed she simply says "better..." and walks back in leaving the door open. Immediately to my left as I walk in is a ring of people all on the floor of the living room in various stages of tri... | [I love this writing promt]
Although the drug is FDA approved and I'm lying down in my therapist's office, I cannot help but think to myself that this must be the sketchiest thing I've done since all that acid in college. Whatever, if it'll help me sleep. I close my eyes and lay down on my stomach. Seconds after Dr. F... |
Good or bad trip. Your choice.
Thanks for the responses guys, I of course had to take a crack at it as well (be gentle it's my first try) | [WP] You're tripping on a new drug dubbed "Memory lane." It allows you to relive anything that has ever happened in your life with 100% clarity. The only catch is that the memory is random. | The glass vial rolled around the porcelain basin.
*tink *tink *tink
3…. That familiar burn began.
2…. I grab the edge of the sink as all my muscles tense up.
1…. I feel it course through me as my eyes roll shut.
……….lift off.
Where would I be this time?
I could feel the rain covering me. The amber light il... | I plug in. Better be worth it.
...
Damn, it's hot outside. Shoulda worn lighter clothes.
I'm waiting. Waiting.
Maybe she's taking a long time to finish her test. Who knows, Mrs. T is insane.
Finally, I hear another wave of kids leaving the school building and I recognize the voices. Henry. Marsh. Kelly. Jenny.
I'v... |
Partly based off a mockumentry called "CSA" on youtube.
I'm well aware this isn't historically accurate. | [WP] "Robert E. Lee International Airport welcomes you to the Confederate States of America. Please do not leave your luggage or slaves unattended." | We thank you for flying Confederate Airlines. Please exit the airplane in an orderly fashion, and make sure you are in the proper line for your race. When you exit the plane, Free Coloureds please stay to the far left, Subcontinentals in the middle, Orientals and Whites in the far right. If mixed race, assume One Drop ... | Sunlight poured through the tinted windows, and the gate was nearly empty. Just a recent débutante and her aging mammy, “So what's you're story sonny-jim?”
“Heading up to Detroit for a job.”
“That some kind of a joke? Hard to tell you got one of them, northerner accents.”
“No miss, just got a job with JD Automation;... |
Partly based off a mockumentry called "CSA" on youtube.
I'm well aware this isn't historically accurate. | [WP] "Robert E. Lee International Airport welcomes you to the Confederate States of America. Please do not leave your luggage or slaves unattended." | We thank you for flying Confederate Airlines. Please exit the airplane in an orderly fashion, and make sure you are in the proper line for your race. When you exit the plane, Free Coloureds please stay to the far left, Subcontinentals in the middle, Orientals and Whites in the far right. If mixed race, assume One Drop ... | Gerald stood in line, his arms crossed. There was trouble somewhere up ahead, and he was already late. And they sure as hell weren’t going to hold to the plane for any freeman.
In the security line of Robert E. Lee airport, the freeman line stretched out to the doors of the gate. The white line was utterly empty, a s... |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | We sat there, stranded. The sun blazed down onto our faces; I could feel my skin getting burned.
"They aren't coming, are they?" Jim asked.
"Fuck if I know. We've been here for three hours 'n they were supposed to be here when we got here," Snells responded.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a thunderous roar. I loo... | My mommy was staring at the T.V. screen. She looked scared. I don't know what was going on, but I was scared too. I ran over and gave her a hug.
"What's going on Mommy?" I clutched onto her skirt.
It looked like it was one of those movies she and Daddy would watch late at night. They would tell me to go to bed, but... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | My father pressed "End" on the screen and set the phone face down, quietly on the kitchen counter. He let out a slight sigh of resignation to what was about to occur again this year. The rest of us were gathered at the kitchen table, where we had been catching up since the last family get-together at Thanksgiving.
"Th... | My mommy was staring at the T.V. screen. She looked scared. I don't know what was going on, but I was scared too. I ran over and gave her a hug.
"What's going on Mommy?" I clutched onto her skirt.
It looked like it was one of those movies she and Daddy would watch late at night. They would tell me to go to bed, but... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | “Hey Julie, I invited Jenny to your birthday.”
“Are you serious?” Julie asked.
“Yeah, I hope that’s alright.”
“Did Jenny and Rob get married? Did I miss that?”
“No, don’t be ridiculous,” Julie’s mom said.
“Then she’s not family. I said family only,” Julie asserted.
“I already invited her.”
“I don’t care,” Jul... | My mommy was staring at the T.V. screen. She looked scared. I don't know what was going on, but I was scared too. I ran over and gave her a hug.
"What's going on Mommy?" I clutched onto her skirt.
It looked like it was one of those movies she and Daddy would watch late at night. They would tell me to go to bed, but... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | The day the British tanks and infantry rumbled into town, I knew.
But, just to make sure, I looked up and asked my sister Birthe, "They aren't coming, are they?"
We had been listening to Aunt Tove's wireless over the past couple of days, and had heard what had happened in Berlin. The German forces had surrendered ... | My mommy was staring at the T.V. screen. She looked scared. I don't know what was going on, but I was scared too. I ran over and gave her a hug.
"What's going on Mommy?" I clutched onto her skirt.
It looked like it was one of those movies she and Daddy would watch late at night. They would tell me to go to bed, but... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | Jaq pressed his small palms hard into the window, staring intently at the blue giant that slowly shrunk in size. In his left he clutched the silicone hand of Gorden, the small android he had been given on his eighth birthday.
"It's beautiful," Jaq said, his warm breath condensing on the thick glass.
Gorden was a gift... | My mommy was staring at the T.V. screen. She looked scared. I don't know what was going on, but I was scared too. I ran over and gave her a hug.
"What's going on Mommy?" I clutched onto her skirt.
It looked like it was one of those movies she and Daddy would watch late at night. They would tell me to go to bed, but... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | Brody and I crouched quietly by the pine trees. The moonlight peering through the clouds above illuminating my brother and I as if a giant search light had found us. I try to stay as silent as possible, but my legs are restless and ready to take off at a moments notice.
"They aren't coming, are they?" Brody whispered,... | My mommy was staring at the T.V. screen. She looked scared. I don't know what was going on, but I was scared too. I ran over and gave her a hug.
"What's going on Mommy?" I clutched onto her skirt.
It looked like it was one of those movies she and Daddy would watch late at night. They would tell me to go to bed, but... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | An old man sat in a hospital bed.
In reality, though, he was not that old. He was at least fifty, maybe. Not a day over sixty, and definitely not old.
Or so he tells himself.
Shit he had done in the past, things he whole-heartedly regrets has aged him greatly. He has had needles up his arms. He had consumed so much... | My mommy was staring at the T.V. screen. She looked scared. I don't know what was going on, but I was scared too. I ran over and gave her a hug.
"What's going on Mommy?" I clutched onto her skirt.
It looked like it was one of those movies she and Daddy would watch late at night. They would tell me to go to bed, but... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | Jaq pressed his small palms hard into the window, staring intently at the blue giant that slowly shrunk in size. In his left he clutched the silicone hand of Gorden, the small android he had been given on his eighth birthday.
"It's beautiful," Jaq said, his warm breath condensing on the thick glass.
Gorden was a gift... | We sat there, stranded. The sun blazed down onto our faces; I could feel my skin getting burned.
"They aren't coming, are they?" Jim asked.
"Fuck if I know. We've been here for three hours 'n they were supposed to be here when we got here," Snells responded.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a thunderous roar. I loo... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | An old man sat in a hospital bed.
In reality, though, he was not that old. He was at least fifty, maybe. Not a day over sixty, and definitely not old.
Or so he tells himself.
Shit he had done in the past, things he whole-heartedly regrets has aged him greatly. He has had needles up his arms. He had consumed so much... | We sat there, stranded. The sun blazed down onto our faces; I could feel my skin getting burned.
"They aren't coming, are they?" Jim asked.
"Fuck if I know. We've been here for three hours 'n they were supposed to be here when we got here," Snells responded.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a thunderous roar. I loo... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | An old man sat in a hospital bed.
In reality, though, he was not that old. He was at least fifty, maybe. Not a day over sixty, and definitely not old.
Or so he tells himself.
Shit he had done in the past, things he whole-heartedly regrets has aged him greatly. He has had needles up his arms. He had consumed so much... | My father pressed "End" on the screen and set the phone face down, quietly on the kitchen counter. He let out a slight sigh of resignation to what was about to occur again this year. The rest of us were gathered at the kitchen table, where we had been catching up since the last family get-together at Thanksgiving.
"Th... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | An old man sat in a hospital bed.
In reality, though, he was not that old. He was at least fifty, maybe. Not a day over sixty, and definitely not old.
Or so he tells himself.
Shit he had done in the past, things he whole-heartedly regrets has aged him greatly. He has had needles up his arms. He had consumed so much... | “Hey Julie, I invited Jenny to your birthday.”
“Are you serious?” Julie asked.
“Yeah, I hope that’s alright.”
“Did Jenny and Rob get married? Did I miss that?”
“No, don’t be ridiculous,” Julie’s mom said.
“Then she’s not family. I said family only,” Julie asserted.
“I already invited her.”
“I don’t care,” Jul... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | Jaq pressed his small palms hard into the window, staring intently at the blue giant that slowly shrunk in size. In his left he clutched the silicone hand of Gorden, the small android he had been given on his eighth birthday.
"It's beautiful," Jaq said, his warm breath condensing on the thick glass.
Gorden was a gift... | The day the British tanks and infantry rumbled into town, I knew.
But, just to make sure, I looked up and asked my sister Birthe, "They aren't coming, are they?"
We had been listening to Aunt Tove's wireless over the past couple of days, and had heard what had happened in Berlin. The German forces had surrendered ... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | An old man sat in a hospital bed.
In reality, though, he was not that old. He was at least fifty, maybe. Not a day over sixty, and definitely not old.
Or so he tells himself.
Shit he had done in the past, things he whole-heartedly regrets has aged him greatly. He has had needles up his arms. He had consumed so much... | The day the British tanks and infantry rumbled into town, I knew.
But, just to make sure, I looked up and asked my sister Birthe, "They aren't coming, are they?"
We had been listening to Aunt Tove's wireless over the past couple of days, and had heard what had happened in Berlin. The German forces had surrendered ... | |
[WP] "They aren't coming, are they?" | An old man sat in a hospital bed.
In reality, though, he was not that old. He was at least fifty, maybe. Not a day over sixty, and definitely not old.
Or so he tells himself.
Shit he had done in the past, things he whole-heartedly regrets has aged him greatly. He has had needles up his arms. He had consumed so much... | Jaq pressed his small palms hard into the window, staring intently at the blue giant that slowly shrunk in size. In his left he clutched the silicone hand of Gorden, the small android he had been given on his eighth birthday.
"It's beautiful," Jaq said, his warm breath condensing on the thick glass.
Gorden was a gift... | |
I apologize if this is too specific. | [WP] The relatively clean sport of Pokemon battling is fantastic. Sadly this eclipses the dark side of the Pokemon world. Illegal "death-matches" are fought for improbable amounts of money, and the disgusting industry of "pokemon cuisine" is booming. Give me something gritty. | This was it. I couldn't believe I had made it this far. Thinking back, I wished I had never gotten into these illegal fights. They were dangerous, and I knew it from the start.
As I stared at the lifeless, disembowelled corpse of my opponent's Quilava, I felt a small amount of sympathy and I was reminded of my Mudkip'... | “Have you ever seen another Chandelure glow so bright?” He can only stare at the bright purple flames as they flicker to and fro in the slight breeze, trying hard to focus on her question. “It’s because I make sure my darling eats only the best.” She reaches a couple fingers out and rubs along one of the curved lines o... |
I apologize if this is too specific. | [WP] The relatively clean sport of Pokemon battling is fantastic. Sadly this eclipses the dark side of the Pokemon world. Illegal "death-matches" are fought for improbable amounts of money, and the disgusting industry of "pokemon cuisine" is booming. Give me something gritty. | I hated it. The noise, the texture of the broken concrete beneath my feet, The smell was the worst. Blood, sweat, burning flesh, ozone, noxious gases, they all mixed together to produce this terrible stench that burnt my nostrils as I entered the arena. We were allowed to bring in one Pokemon each, and only one would l... | “Have you ever seen another Chandelure glow so bright?” He can only stare at the bright purple flames as they flicker to and fro in the slight breeze, trying hard to focus on her question. “It’s because I make sure my darling eats only the best.” She reaches a couple fingers out and rubs along one of the curved lines o... |
I apologize if this is too specific. | [WP] The relatively clean sport of Pokemon battling is fantastic. Sadly this eclipses the dark side of the Pokemon world. Illegal "death-matches" are fought for improbable amounts of money, and the disgusting industry of "pokemon cuisine" is booming. Give me something gritty. | I hated it. The noise, the texture of the broken concrete beneath my feet, The smell was the worst. Blood, sweat, burning flesh, ozone, noxious gases, they all mixed together to produce this terrible stench that burnt my nostrils as I entered the arena. We were allowed to bring in one Pokemon each, and only one would l... | I had been hanging outside in the shadows of our apartment building for nearly all day now. Me and Stef and Kahela. I had my Spearow on my shoulder right now, feeding him some crumbs out of my hand. His name is Hyssop. People had been coming around for a few hours, throwing back beers with us and smoking a little somet... |
[WP] You sit on the porch for your morning coffee when you see something approaching in the distance. As it draws closer you realize it is hundreds of elderly women screaming and brandishing weedwhackers. They are heading right for you. | The sea of grey perms made their way over the horizon, like a thin veil of morning fog hugging the street. Some bobbed their way closer to me, others glided effortlessly. *What had I done?* Desperately flicking through the catalogue of my mind in search of an answer, I found nothing. I had been behaved. It was not ... | It was whilst I was taking a sip out of my coffee that I heard a distant thudding noise. As the noise became louder, whatever approached became more clearer. A faint outline of hundred or so eldery women, hunched back with years of aging were coming straight towards me with what seemed to be.. what the.. weed whackers?... | |
[WP] You sit on the porch for your morning coffee when you see something approaching in the distance. As it draws closer you realize it is hundreds of elderly women screaming and brandishing weedwhackers. They are heading right for you. | Vance Killjoy took a long sip from the black sludge he called coffee and gazed out into the wide, and seemingly infinite, expanse of desert that stretched out before him. He could hear the stampede coming, and could see the dust cloud rising from it.
He picked up the old weathered binoculars that hung around his neck... | It was whilst I was taking a sip out of my coffee that I heard a distant thudding noise. As the noise became louder, whatever approached became more clearer. A faint outline of hundred or so eldery women, hunched back with years of aging were coming straight towards me with what seemed to be.. what the.. weed whackers?... | |
[WP] You sit on the porch for your morning coffee when you see something approaching in the distance. As it draws closer you realize it is hundreds of elderly women screaming and brandishing weedwhackers. They are heading right for you. | The sea of grey perms made their way over the horizon, like a thin veil of morning fog hugging the street. Some bobbed their way closer to me, others glided effortlessly. *What had I done?* Desperately flicking through the catalogue of my mind in search of an answer, I found nothing. I had been behaved. It was not ... | I sat on my stoop, cup of joe in hand, waiting for dawn to spread its fingers across the sky when something came upon me, I guess you could say it dawned on me, that I should look to the west, but don't ask me why. Shockingly enough to my tired eyes, a hoard of old women were approaching with speed, weed-whackers in ha... | |
[WP] You sit on the porch for your morning coffee when you see something approaching in the distance. As it draws closer you realize it is hundreds of elderly women screaming and brandishing weedwhackers. They are heading right for you. | Vance Killjoy took a long sip from the black sludge he called coffee and gazed out into the wide, and seemingly infinite, expanse of desert that stretched out before him. He could hear the stampede coming, and could see the dust cloud rising from it.
He picked up the old weathered binoculars that hung around his neck... | I sat on my stoop, cup of joe in hand, waiting for dawn to spread its fingers across the sky when something came upon me, I guess you could say it dawned on me, that I should look to the west, but don't ask me why. Shockingly enough to my tired eyes, a hoard of old women were approaching with speed, weed-whackers in ha... | |
[WP] You sit on the porch for your morning coffee when you see something approaching in the distance. As it draws closer you realize it is hundreds of elderly women screaming and brandishing weedwhackers. They are heading right for you. | Vance Killjoy took a long sip from the black sludge he called coffee and gazed out into the wide, and seemingly infinite, expanse of desert that stretched out before him. He could hear the stampede coming, and could see the dust cloud rising from it.
He picked up the old weathered binoculars that hung around his neck... | Chuck took another sip of coffee and swirled it around in his mouth. It still tasted terrible, just as it always did. Bitter, dry, and incredibly hot. The last part was more so his fault than that of the coffee, as he’d once again forgotten to let it sit for longer than fifteen seconds. Still, even if it were cool, and... | |
[WP] You sit on the porch for your morning coffee when you see something approaching in the distance. As it draws closer you realize it is hundreds of elderly women screaming and brandishing weedwhackers. They are heading right for you. | I threw my coffee in the grass, opened the door, locked it, peeked through the blinds. They were running like a nurse forgot to close the door at the old folk’s home. Why the weedwhackers though?
They were screaming like William Wallace, screaming like Mel Gibson getting a ticket, screaming like Mel Gibson on the pho... | I put down and forget about my coffee. The women spread out into a crescent shape filling the street, trampling flowerbeds, knocking down mailboxes and rolling over dustbins. My first reaction was amusement. There's something comical about any old woman operating any kind of potentially violent machine, never mind hund... | |
[WP] Regale us with the tale of Mediocrites, the Greek philosopher whose life and ethos gave us the word "Mediocre." | This man Mediocrities was smiled upon by the Gods, showered with cunning by Apollo. He did drink from the cup of wine brought forth upon him by Athena as a babe. At the event of his birth his father did hold him high to the apex of the heavens.
“This babe, I deem kissed by intellect and borne with the curiosity of th... | Sweat poured down Mediocrites' face as he kneeled before King Ananas.
"Really? The Nemean Lion? Is there no one more, i don't know, heroic that can take care of it for us?" A spectator shouted from the crowd that was gathered in the king's throne room.
"Silence fools! It is by my decree that this hero is worthy of ... | |
Hopefully the first in a weekly series of Historical Prompts, where a major event in history is used to spark the creative juices of the writing community.
EDIT: The stories do not need to be 100% historically accurate. I am not expecting anyone to go away and research before writing a story. Hopefully it will serve... | [WP]Historical Prompt: It is 1346 - 1353 AD and The Black Death is ravaging Europe | Human years are so arbitrary. Three-hundred and sixty-five rotations around a star. So what? The universe existed for a long time before that star even formed.
Anyway, the humans told us the year was 1346. Well, they didn't tell us so much as show us. We snatched one of those filthy primates, cut open his brain, and ... | Lo, and God called from on high,
and my name drawn from such a task.
A burden upon my shoulders too much.
M back broken by the weight.
O! The dead piled high in the streets
as they all pray to me to take their sins.
A brief instance before a soul escapes
I take my fill.
The scars on my back show the penance
and the... |
Hopefully the first in a weekly series of Historical Prompts, where a major event in history is used to spark the creative juices of the writing community.
EDIT: The stories do not need to be 100% historically accurate. I am not expecting anyone to go away and research before writing a story. Hopefully it will serve... | [WP]Historical Prompt: It is 1346 - 1353 AD and The Black Death is ravaging Europe | The fire raged on before them, engulfing the small village and its inhabitants. There had been no other choice, half of the villagers were infected with the devil's rot and were spreading it to the others. The men with him did not forewarn those who lay sleeping in their beds, instead they locked their doors and set fi... | Lo, and God called from on high,
and my name drawn from such a task.
A burden upon my shoulders too much.
M back broken by the weight.
O! The dead piled high in the streets
as they all pray to me to take their sins.
A brief instance before a soul escapes
I take my fill.
The scars on my back show the penance
and the... |
Hopefully the first in a weekly series of Historical Prompts, where a major event in history is used to spark the creative juices of the writing community.
EDIT: The stories do not need to be 100% historically accurate. I am not expecting anyone to go away and research before writing a story. Hopefully it will serve... | [WP]Historical Prompt: It is 1346 - 1353 AD and The Black Death is ravaging Europe | My children reek of putrid rot
My boils burst filled with snot
My wife still healthy ran away
My friends are carted out like hay
My mind only wishes to know why
My God has left us out to die
My God has left us out to die
| I was designated to a battalion stationed in northern England, not too far from London. My task was easy, eradicate the plague. The only problem was that those who were sent this far north before me, never came back alive.
It was a proud moment for my young knighthood career, but I wasn't looking forward to facing th... |
Hopefully the first in a weekly series of Historical Prompts, where a major event in history is used to spark the creative juices of the writing community.
EDIT: The stories do not need to be 100% historically accurate. I am not expecting anyone to go away and research before writing a story. Hopefully it will serve... | [WP]Historical Prompt: It is 1346 - 1353 AD and The Black Death is ravaging Europe | "Ring around the Rosy!"
My hand was shaking so much it looked like the torch I was holding would sputter out. The tears keep streaking down my face and as much as I try they just won't stop. I know that if I don't do this more will die than if I don't. I will die if I don't. But that doesn't make it any better, when y... | I was designated to a battalion stationed in northern England, not too far from London. My task was easy, eradicate the plague. The only problem was that those who were sent this far north before me, never came back alive.
It was a proud moment for my young knighthood career, but I wasn't looking forward to facing th... |
[WP] The US has legalized assisted suicide, and a new crop of companies have sprung up to help people off themselves with "minimum hassle and cleanup." | "Thank you for calling Happy Endings, where the end of your life is no longer pending. How may I assist you today?"
"Uhh, hi. I'd, uhh, like to be dead?"
"Ok, sir. Could I please get your name, number and reason for no longer wanting to live?"
"...um..."
"Sir?"
"Yeah, uhh, my name's David Andrews."
"Ok, David. An... | Although my assessment of suicide has always been that people reserved the right to intentionally commit self-murder in the privacy of their own environment, being an accomplice to the actual act was enough to make me change my mind - *it was going to pay incredibly well,* which was enough to make me stay my course.
I... | |
[WP] The US has legalized assisted suicide, and a new crop of companies have sprung up to help people off themselves with "minimum hassle and cleanup." | Detective Farmer was a few months short of retirement and he had been assigned to the "Euthanasia Division" after he had dropped papers six months ago. His primary duty now was to confirm that the deceased had indeed ordered their own passing. Every single one of his cases so far had been open and shut with obvious c... | "Odio este trabajo." My co-worker whispers as his call ends. I don't understand him, but the sobless tears dropping onto his keyboard say enough. Nothing out of the ordinary. Most dispatchers don't like it, especially in the first week. I pay them no mind. It's not my job. No, my job is to dick around on the int... | |
[WP] You're a free Genie living in the real world and still discretely grant wishes when you hear them. Tell me what it's like to be you. | There are days when you grant good wishes, days when you grant crap wishes, but I take pride in the fact that with my release from the lamp, I don't have to grant the malicious wishes.
Seriously, I'm a five thousand-something spirit of the air. I've heard of every way mankind wishes hurt on their neighbors. I've actua... | I was on the bus, and I overheard half of a woman's conversation on her cell phone. I hate those things. I read something once that said that it aggravates us because we're only hearing one side of the conversation, and it messes with our brains, or whatever, but I digress. She was talking about how the interview di... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | Things are crawling out of you.
Your skin is rippin' and tearin' and the seams are fucking *bursting*, they're poppin' like fucking zits. Something in you stretch until it *snaps*. Doesn't stop there. It goes on, they tickle and you don't know whether to scream or cry or *laugh*. They heave themselves out of you and ... | My consciousness was cloudy. I remembered nothing of the past. I was part of a rending tear which was so inherently wrong that it felt as if my very essence was shattering, torn apart, atom from atom. But the pain was not of the body. It was not felt in my arm, leg nor chest.... there was not a clenching of teeth see... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | Regaining consciousness was excruciating, the pain unbearable! In the mirror that hung above me, a twisted reflection lay upon a surgery table. His arms broken in several places, metal splits connecting to gears and machinery. There was blood, some of it blackened and dry, that coated the used surgical tools next to th... | My consciousness was cloudy. I remembered nothing of the past. I was part of a rending tear which was so inherently wrong that it felt as if my very essence was shattering, torn apart, atom from atom. But the pain was not of the body. It was not felt in my arm, leg nor chest.... there was not a clenching of teeth see... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | An alarm wakes me, I reach a hand to empty space next to me. She took my dog, my daughter… my life. But I don’t have time to dwell, it’s time to run!
Shoes tied, gym shorts and that loose fitting shirt. My daily ritual, my freedom. The only time I’m safe from her memory. I can’t focus on the cheating, can’t repl... | My consciousness was cloudy. I remembered nothing of the past. I was part of a rending tear which was so inherently wrong that it felt as if my very essence was shattering, torn apart, atom from atom. But the pain was not of the body. It was not felt in my arm, leg nor chest.... there was not a clenching of teeth see... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | The last thing I remember was charging at the heretic's lines. My brothers were with me, I could almost feel the Emperor watching as we cut them down in his name, prayers in our mouths and fire in our hearts. But then, an impact, followed by darkness.
I was not afraid, that was impossible, but an unfamiliar was o... | My consciousness was cloudy. I remembered nothing of the past. I was part of a rending tear which was so inherently wrong that it felt as if my very essence was shattering, torn apart, atom from atom. But the pain was not of the body. It was not felt in my arm, leg nor chest.... there was not a clenching of teeth see... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | EDIT: I clearly missed that 200 words bit. I was wondering why everyone's story was so short. Well anyway I spent a while on this since I typed it all out on my ipod so I'm going to leave it. If the length offends just send me to the bottom of the page
James woke up to an odd tingling in his toes. Attempting g to igno... | My consciousness was cloudy. I remembered nothing of the past. I was part of a rending tear which was so inherently wrong that it felt as if my very essence was shattering, torn apart, atom from atom. But the pain was not of the body. It was not felt in my arm, leg nor chest.... there was not a clenching of teeth see... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | She woke up, instinctively knowing it was going to happen today. There was a terrible, aching tightness in her belly, and as she swung her legs out of bed, a stabbing pain pierced her body. It was starting. Her body was shedding itself, tearing itself apart from the inside out. There was nothing she could do to stop it... | My consciousness was cloudy. I remembered nothing of the past. I was part of a rending tear which was so inherently wrong that it felt as if my very essence was shattering, torn apart, atom from atom. But the pain was not of the body. It was not felt in my arm, leg nor chest.... there was not a clenching of teeth see... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | Regaining consciousness was excruciating, the pain unbearable! In the mirror that hung above me, a twisted reflection lay upon a surgery table. His arms broken in several places, metal splits connecting to gears and machinery. There was blood, some of it blackened and dry, that coated the used surgical tools next to th... | I sat down at the desk of my new office job. For the first hour things seemed to be going well. Then I got a phone call and the voice was muffled and faint. I raised the volume but it just became harsh. I hung up and turned to look at the person in the next cube. She was a blur. Everything beyond an arms reach was a bl... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | An alarm wakes me, I reach a hand to empty space next to me. She took my dog, my daughter… my life. But I don’t have time to dwell, it’s time to run!
Shoes tied, gym shorts and that loose fitting shirt. My daily ritual, my freedom. The only time I’m safe from her memory. I can’t focus on the cheating, can’t repl... | I sat down at the desk of my new office job. For the first hour things seemed to be going well. Then I got a phone call and the voice was muffled and faint. I raised the volume but it just became harsh. I hung up and turned to look at the person in the next cube. She was a blur. Everything beyond an arms reach was a bl... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | The last thing I remember was charging at the heretic's lines. My brothers were with me, I could almost feel the Emperor watching as we cut them down in his name, prayers in our mouths and fire in our hearts. But then, an impact, followed by darkness.
I was not afraid, that was impossible, but an unfamiliar was o... | I sat down at the desk of my new office job. For the first hour things seemed to be going well. Then I got a phone call and the voice was muffled and faint. I raised the volume but it just became harsh. I hung up and turned to look at the person in the next cube. She was a blur. Everything beyond an arms reach was a bl... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | EDIT: I clearly missed that 200 words bit. I was wondering why everyone's story was so short. Well anyway I spent a while on this since I typed it all out on my ipod so I'm going to leave it. If the length offends just send me to the bottom of the page
James woke up to an odd tingling in his toes. Attempting g to igno... | I sat down at the desk of my new office job. For the first hour things seemed to be going well. Then I got a phone call and the voice was muffled and faint. I raised the volume but it just became harsh. I hung up and turned to look at the person in the next cube. She was a blur. Everything beyond an arms reach was a bl... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | She woke up, instinctively knowing it was going to happen today. There was a terrible, aching tightness in her belly, and as she swung her legs out of bed, a stabbing pain pierced her body. It was starting. Her body was shedding itself, tearing itself apart from the inside out. There was nothing she could do to stop it... | I sat down at the desk of my new office job. For the first hour things seemed to be going well. Then I got a phone call and the voice was muffled and faint. I raised the volume but it just became harsh. I hung up and turned to look at the person in the next cube. She was a blur. Everything beyond an arms reach was a bl... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | Regaining consciousness was excruciating, the pain unbearable! In the mirror that hung above me, a twisted reflection lay upon a surgery table. His arms broken in several places, metal splits connecting to gears and machinery. There was blood, some of it blackened and dry, that coated the used surgical tools next to th... | Here's the thing; I never envisaged that my face would die before I did. I'd made the assumption that we'd meet the grave together, y'know? We were inseparable. Most people are pretty close to their faces. It's one of those package deals we get from birth.
Yet as I sit here, without a face, I realise life had other pl... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | An alarm wakes me, I reach a hand to empty space next to me. She took my dog, my daughter… my life. But I don’t have time to dwell, it’s time to run!
Shoes tied, gym shorts and that loose fitting shirt. My daily ritual, my freedom. The only time I’m safe from her memory. I can’t focus on the cheating, can’t repl... | Here's the thing; I never envisaged that my face would die before I did. I'd made the assumption that we'd meet the grave together, y'know? We were inseparable. Most people are pretty close to their faces. It's one of those package deals we get from birth.
Yet as I sit here, without a face, I realise life had other pl... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | The last thing I remember was charging at the heretic's lines. My brothers were with me, I could almost feel the Emperor watching as we cut them down in his name, prayers in our mouths and fire in our hearts. But then, an impact, followed by darkness.
I was not afraid, that was impossible, but an unfamiliar was o... | Here's the thing; I never envisaged that my face would die before I did. I'd made the assumption that we'd meet the grave together, y'know? We were inseparable. Most people are pretty close to their faces. It's one of those package deals we get from birth.
Yet as I sit here, without a face, I realise life had other pl... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | An alarm wakes me, I reach a hand to empty space next to me. She took my dog, my daughter… my life. But I don’t have time to dwell, it’s time to run!
Shoes tied, gym shorts and that loose fitting shirt. My daily ritual, my freedom. The only time I’m safe from her memory. I can’t focus on the cheating, can’t repl... | Things are crawling out of you.
Your skin is rippin' and tearin' and the seams are fucking *bursting*, they're poppin' like fucking zits. Something in you stretch until it *snaps*. Doesn't stop there. It goes on, they tickle and you don't know whether to scream or cry or *laugh*. They heave themselves out of you and ... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | The last thing I remember was charging at the heretic's lines. My brothers were with me, I could almost feel the Emperor watching as we cut them down in his name, prayers in our mouths and fire in our hearts. But then, an impact, followed by darkness.
I was not afraid, that was impossible, but an unfamiliar was o... | Things are crawling out of you.
Your skin is rippin' and tearin' and the seams are fucking *bursting*, they're poppin' like fucking zits. Something in you stretch until it *snaps*. Doesn't stop there. It goes on, they tickle and you don't know whether to scream or cry or *laugh*. They heave themselves out of you and ... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | EDIT: I clearly missed that 200 words bit. I was wondering why everyone's story was so short. Well anyway I spent a while on this since I typed it all out on my ipod so I'm going to leave it. If the length offends just send me to the bottom of the page
James woke up to an odd tingling in his toes. Attempting g to igno... | Things are crawling out of you.
Your skin is rippin' and tearin' and the seams are fucking *bursting*, they're poppin' like fucking zits. Something in you stretch until it *snaps*. Doesn't stop there. It goes on, they tickle and you don't know whether to scream or cry or *laugh*. They heave themselves out of you and ... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | She woke up, instinctively knowing it was going to happen today. There was a terrible, aching tightness in her belly, and as she swung her legs out of bed, a stabbing pain pierced her body. It was starting. Her body was shedding itself, tearing itself apart from the inside out. There was nothing she could do to stop it... | Things are crawling out of you.
Your skin is rippin' and tearin' and the seams are fucking *bursting*, they're poppin' like fucking zits. Something in you stretch until it *snaps*. Doesn't stop there. It goes on, they tickle and you don't know whether to scream or cry or *laugh*. They heave themselves out of you and ... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | The last thing I remember was charging at the heretic's lines. My brothers were with me, I could almost feel the Emperor watching as we cut them down in his name, prayers in our mouths and fire in our hearts. But then, an impact, followed by darkness.
I was not afraid, that was impossible, but an unfamiliar was o... | Regaining consciousness was excruciating, the pain unbearable! In the mirror that hung above me, a twisted reflection lay upon a surgery table. His arms broken in several places, metal splits connecting to gears and machinery. There was blood, some of it blackened and dry, that coated the used surgical tools next to th... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | The last thing I remember was charging at the heretic's lines. My brothers were with me, I could almost feel the Emperor watching as we cut them down in his name, prayers in our mouths and fire in our hearts. But then, an impact, followed by darkness.
I was not afraid, that was impossible, but an unfamiliar was o... | An alarm wakes me, I reach a hand to empty space next to me. She took my dog, my daughter… my life. But I don’t have time to dwell, it’s time to run!
Shoes tied, gym shorts and that loose fitting shirt. My daily ritual, my freedom. The only time I’m safe from her memory. I can’t focus on the cheating, can’t repl... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | EDIT: I clearly missed that 200 words bit. I was wondering why everyone's story was so short. Well anyway I spent a while on this since I typed it all out on my ipod so I'm going to leave it. If the length offends just send me to the bottom of the page
James woke up to an odd tingling in his toes. Attempting g to igno... | Stupid gypsy, thinks she’s all high and mighty just because she can speak in ancient tongues. Hah. She’ll think twice before getting in my face again. That bitch looked so dumb standing there with bits of Ronnie’s burger in her hair. Ronnie’s an asshole for chucking it at her, sure, but she totally deserved it. Al... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | She woke up, instinctively knowing it was going to happen today. There was a terrible, aching tightness in her belly, and as she swung her legs out of bed, a stabbing pain pierced her body. It was starting. Her body was shedding itself, tearing itself apart from the inside out. There was nothing she could do to stop it... | Stupid gypsy, thinks she’s all high and mighty just because she can speak in ancient tongues. Hah. She’ll think twice before getting in my face again. That bitch looked so dumb standing there with bits of Ronnie’s burger in her hair. Ronnie’s an asshole for chucking it at her, sure, but she totally deserved it. Al... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | She woke up, instinctively knowing it was going to happen today. There was a terrible, aching tightness in her belly, and as she swung her legs out of bed, a stabbing pain pierced her body. It was starting. Her body was shedding itself, tearing itself apart from the inside out. There was nothing she could do to stop it... | EDIT: I clearly missed that 200 words bit. I was wondering why everyone's story was so short. Well anyway I spent a while on this since I typed it all out on my ipod so I'm going to leave it. If the length offends just send me to the bottom of the page
James woke up to an odd tingling in his toes. Attempting g to igno... | |
[FF] In 200 words, describe a ghastly and very unpleasant body transformation. Can be mechanical, biological, magical or whatever you like. (possibly NSFW) | My legs are wrong. Each limb: bifurcated. Each bifurcation: bifurcated. Continue until there are 128 stalks now calling themselves my legs. Each one has the same structure as the originals, only thinner. More brittle. Walking is harder - normal walking doesn't require my conscious effort. Now I'm controlling 128 legs. ... | Yawning, Tim tossed aside his duvet and swung his legs off his bed. The strange clicking as his feet hit the floor made him pause and looking down, he was surprised to see a pair of goat legs stretching down below his thighs. Slowly Tim sat back down and examined his legs more closely. Somewhere about mid-thigh, thick... | |
[WP] In the year 2024, a group of astronauts surveying the moon discover a large facility which seems to be of nazi Germany origin. A corpse lays on the floor with a journal. What is in that journal? | In a shaky, half smeared hand, written in pencil:
"
Oberst Martin Scholl starb hier, im Wissen dass alles verloren ist.
Vierzig Jahre habe ich ausgeharrt, und euch zugehört.
Alle sind sie gestorben, die geschworen hatten die Schläfer zu bewachen.
Eines Deutschen Pflicht endet erst im Tod.
Lasst sie träumen.
... | Commander Jack "Eagleheart" Johnson slowly approaches the corpse. Beads of sweat drip from his forehead into his spacehelmet, quickly absorbed by the spacefabric. This discovery will surely win him the Purple Heart, or the Congressional Medal for Americanness. Soon he'll be famous and loved, loved by the father who alw... | |
[WP] In the year 2024, a group of astronauts surveying the moon discover a large facility which seems to be of nazi Germany origin. A corpse lays on the floor with a journal. What is in that journal? | "I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Keep it together, Sanski. Last thing you want to be mushing around in is low-g vomit." Said Lorne, dusting off the panel to the airlock.
"We can't... can't tell anyone, can we?"
Lorne turned to look at him. "No. No we can't."
"How could they have been here first? They didn't have the t... | Ich kann nicht mehr dem Datum sagen, die Zeit vergeht so langsam hier. Ich sehe die Welt durch eine blaue Perle ausgesetzt, in den Himmel zu drehen und ich merke wie schön Dinge waren. Ich frage mich, wie viele mich blind auf meine Übergabe an nachschlagen. Wie schade, dass ich sie noch einmal beitreten könnten, statt ... | |
[WP] After overcoming many difficult trials, and defeating countless minions, the hero finally confronts the evil lord... and is killed in the middle of his dramatic introduction. | This is bad.
Somehow he's gotten past the guards, past the sharks, past the genetically engineered dinosaurs (I told them it was a bad idea) and he is going to get here any second. I haven't even practiced my monologue yet.
There's so much to do, I need to start the display, charged the hologram set up the trap door,... | The Evil Lord laughs maniacally as he puts down the copy of "152 Rules for Being an Evil Overlord" he was reading as the Hero came in.
"Now that I can monologue safely," he said giddily. "Did you really think I was that stupid and unprepared? Did you really think after the ways that you defeated my predecessors th... | |
[WP] After overcoming many difficult trials, and defeating countless minions, the hero finally confronts the evil lord... and is killed in the middle of his dramatic introduction. | He killed him. My brother and I had journeyed through deserts, mountains, and season upon season. We fought entire armies, solved riddles and problems with nobody to help us along the way, just the two of us.
We finally arrived at his lair. My brother was about to speak the three words that would strike fear into the ... | The Evil Lord laughs maniacally as he puts down the copy of "152 Rules for Being an Evil Overlord" he was reading as the Hero came in.
"Now that I can monologue safely," he said giddily. "Did you really think I was that stupid and unprepared? Did you really think after the ways that you defeated my predecessors th... | |
[WP] After overcoming many difficult trials, and defeating countless minions, the hero finally confronts the evil lord... and is killed in the middle of his dramatic introduction. | The Dread Sorcerer Vorhaven rested his head in his hand and sighed heavily. This was not how things were supposed to go.
The robed neophyte Apprentice, who had been standing over the Champion's body so triumphantly, now started to look nervous. The bloody dagger in his hands drooped uncertainly.
"...My lord?" he man... | The Evil Lord laughs maniacally as he puts down the copy of "152 Rules for Being an Evil Overlord" he was reading as the Hero came in.
"Now that I can monologue safely," he said giddily. "Did you really think I was that stupid and unprepared? Did you really think after the ways that you defeated my predecessors th... | |
[WP] After overcoming many difficult trials, and defeating countless minions, the hero finally confronts the evil lord... and is killed in the middle of his dramatic introduction. | He killed him. My brother and I had journeyed through deserts, mountains, and season upon season. We fought entire armies, solved riddles and problems with nobody to help us along the way, just the two of us.
We finally arrived at his lair. My brother was about to speak the three words that would strike fear into the ... | This is bad.
Somehow he's gotten past the guards, past the sharks, past the genetically engineered dinosaurs (I told them it was a bad idea) and he is going to get here any second. I haven't even practiced my monologue yet.
There's so much to do, I need to start the display, charged the hologram set up the trap door,... | |
[WP] After overcoming many difficult trials, and defeating countless minions, the hero finally confronts the evil lord... and is killed in the middle of his dramatic introduction. | The Dread Sorcerer Vorhaven rested his head in his hand and sighed heavily. This was not how things were supposed to go.
The robed neophyte Apprentice, who had been standing over the Champion's body so triumphantly, now started to look nervous. The bloody dagger in his hands drooped uncertainly.
"...My lord?" he man... | This is bad.
Somehow he's gotten past the guards, past the sharks, past the genetically engineered dinosaurs (I told them it was a bad idea) and he is going to get here any second. I haven't even practiced my monologue yet.
There's so much to do, I need to start the display, charged the hologram set up the trap door,... | |
[WP]You catch your significant other in bed with another person, turns out, they have a perfectly valid explanation. | "What's going on here?" I demanded. I had returned home from a business trip early, only to find my husband in bed with another person.
"Mommy's home!" my five-year-old daughter exclaimed from the bed. She was wearing one of my best pillowcases as a cape.
"There was a thunderstorm, so she wanted to sleep in here with... | "We just slipped. He came by unexpectedly to drop off a hat I'd left in his car. I had just eaten a couple of bananas and you know me, I just left the peels lying on the ground. I know you've said not to eat in bed, but I was just feeling lazy. Err his clothes? Oh uh well his pants got caught on the door handle and he ... | |
[WP]You catch your significant other in bed with another person, turns out, they have a perfectly valid explanation. | "What's going on here?" I demanded. I had returned home from a business trip early, only to find my husband in bed with another person.
"Mommy's home!" my five-year-old daughter exclaimed from the bed. She was wearing one of my best pillowcases as a cape.
"There was a thunderstorm, so she wanted to sleep in here with... | I know it looks bad but please let me try to explain,
I was watching you on the news, on CNN about a Malaysian plane,
The flight was 370, said it vanished without a trace,
So now you understand exactly, this expression on my face.
Where have you been, Jim? Everyone was worried sick about you,
No phone calls, no te... | |
[WP] A spy mistakes a civilian for their contact, after the person unwittingly responds with the correct pass phrase | Bill checked his watch again. 1:59 PM. *Just a few more seconds*, he thought. He scanned the lunch crowd milling about the park, his eyes expertly flicking over each individual. He didn’t pause long enough to register anything other than whether they matched the description of his contact. *No, no no…Bingo*. Sandy blon... | I leaned back on the park bench, struck a match, and re-lit my pipe. The fall breezes were gentle and it was a wonderful day for a relaxing albeit illegal smoke. Suddenly, a young shabbily dressed man seated himself by my side.
"You know you can't smoke here," he said.
"What of it," I replied with a scoff.
"Not with... | |
[WP] A spy mistakes a civilian for their contact, after the person unwittingly responds with the correct pass phrase | At last, I finally have got that rotten book back to the library.
'Mein Kampf, what a stupid book to include in my reading list this semester. I bet I am on a watch list now.' I thought to myself as I handed the book to the man sat behind the desk.
"Interesting read?" He said in a neutral tone.
"Not really." I repli... | "Its not that I don't like borscht," Will thought, "its just that I don't get why they have to make so much."
For the last several weeks some friends of his wife from Moldova had been staying at Will's house and they had insisted on making this odd red soup on a number of occasions, always using the largest pot in the... | |
[WP] A spy mistakes a civilian for their contact, after the person unwittingly responds with the correct pass phrase | Traffic whipped past down towards the city.
Jeremy slung his briefcase atop the circular iron table. "Are you here for the interview?" he asked.
The boy blinked behind squarish frames. "Yes..."
"Alright," Jeremy declared, brushing the chair's intricate metalwork before plopping himself down. He took a minute to appr... | "Its not that I don't like borscht," Will thought, "its just that I don't get why they have to make so much."
For the last several weeks some friends of his wife from Moldova had been staying at Will's house and they had insisted on making this odd red soup on a number of occasions, always using the largest pot in the... | |
[WP] A spy mistakes a civilian for their contact, after the person unwittingly responds with the correct pass phrase | Youngblood hated Chicago in winter. It wasn't just the cold. It was the wind whipping off the lake as well. Strong enough to make a climber's jacket feel as thin as a bedsheet. He had not disembarked the 767 but he could see the February wind shreiking across the tarmac from his tiny window. At least he would be out o... | "Its not that I don't like borscht," Will thought, "its just that I don't get why they have to make so much."
For the last several weeks some friends of his wife from Moldova had been staying at Will's house and they had insisted on making this odd red soup on a number of occasions, always using the largest pot in the... | |
[WP] A spy mistakes a civilian for their contact, after the person unwittingly responds with the correct pass phrase | Parka 7 sat down on the park bench and placed his briefcase on his lap, blandly smiling like the suburban house-husband he was portraying. The heavy-set woman in a ripped Bare Naked Ladies tee with a blonde streak in her matted hair next to him fit the vague description of Limbo 9.
"Those mockingbirds are mighty gorge... | "Its not that I don't like borscht," Will thought, "its just that I don't get why they have to make so much."
For the last several weeks some friends of his wife from Moldova had been staying at Will's house and they had insisted on making this odd red soup on a number of occasions, always using the largest pot in the... | |
[WP] A spy mistakes a civilian for their contact, after the person unwittingly responds with the correct pass phrase | Parka 7 sat down on the park bench and placed his briefcase on his lap, blandly smiling like the suburban house-husband he was portraying. The heavy-set woman in a ripped Bare Naked Ladies tee with a blonde streak in her matted hair next to him fit the vague description of Limbo 9.
"Those mockingbirds are mighty gorge... | At last, I finally have got that rotten book back to the library.
'Mein Kampf, what a stupid book to include in my reading list this semester. I bet I am on a watch list now.' I thought to myself as I handed the book to the man sat behind the desk.
"Interesting read?" He said in a neutral tone.
"Not really." I repli... | |
[WP] A spy mistakes a civilian for their contact, after the person unwittingly responds with the correct pass phrase | Parka 7 sat down on the park bench and placed his briefcase on his lap, blandly smiling like the suburban house-husband he was portraying. The heavy-set woman in a ripped Bare Naked Ladies tee with a blonde streak in her matted hair next to him fit the vague description of Limbo 9.
"Those mockingbirds are mighty gorge... | Traffic whipped past down towards the city.
Jeremy slung his briefcase atop the circular iron table. "Are you here for the interview?" he asked.
The boy blinked behind squarish frames. "Yes..."
"Alright," Jeremy declared, brushing the chair's intricate metalwork before plopping himself down. He took a minute to appr... | |
[WP] A spy mistakes a civilian for their contact, after the person unwittingly responds with the correct pass phrase | Parka 7 sat down on the park bench and placed his briefcase on his lap, blandly smiling like the suburban house-husband he was portraying. The heavy-set woman in a ripped Bare Naked Ladies tee with a blonde streak in her matted hair next to him fit the vague description of Limbo 9.
"Those mockingbirds are mighty gorge... | Youngblood hated Chicago in winter. It wasn't just the cold. It was the wind whipping off the lake as well. Strong enough to make a climber's jacket feel as thin as a bedsheet. He had not disembarked the 767 but he could see the February wind shreiking across the tarmac from his tiny window. At least he would be out o... | |
Just remember that they are demons, not angels. | [WP]Hell literally broke loose. All the demons are free, and they only want one thing : to befriend us. | “Stop hugging people,” I shouted, clenching my fists. “You’re setting them all on fire!”
The demon, Snoopy as I’d named him, hung his floppy-eared head in shame and dropped his latest smoldering victim at my feet. “Sorry.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’ve killed five people in three hours. How many times do I need to te... | "OH MY GOD! Stan the Demons are loose!"
Screamed Debbie, "What?! What more could they want from us?!" She said crying at this point.
"What's going on, Deborah?" Stan asked. Then there was a loud thumping at the door.
"Oh God! They're here! Why meeee?" She cried.
Stan went over and opened the door. "Hey, do you want som... |
Just remember that they are demons, not angels. | [WP]Hell literally broke loose. All the demons are free, and they only want one thing : to befriend us. | A demon is a burned thing, wreathed in smoke with embers perpetually falling from its tattered wings. The night sky is filled with the light of angels' burning wings, but the demons down here with us seem to be made of little more than ash. There is a pathos to them; a sentiment completely alien to the stern, proud bei... | "OH MY GOD! Stan the Demons are loose!"
Screamed Debbie, "What?! What more could they want from us?!" She said crying at this point.
"What's going on, Deborah?" Stan asked. Then there was a loud thumping at the door.
"Oh God! They're here! Why meeee?" She cried.
Stan went over and opened the door. "Hey, do you want som... |
Just remember that they are demons, not angels. | [WP]Hell literally broke loose. All the demons are free, and they only want one thing : to befriend us. | This started going... and going... and going. I just couldn't stop. I don't have time to write anymore today, so I'm just going to post what I have for the time being, but I'll post a followup later, if anyone cares.
**The Torn Summer**
Glover wasn’t particularly frightened on that day in July. More than a year had s... | "OH MY GOD! Stan the Demons are loose!"
Screamed Debbie, "What?! What more could they want from us?!" She said crying at this point.
"What's going on, Deborah?" Stan asked. Then there was a loud thumping at the door.
"Oh God! They're here! Why meeee?" She cried.
Stan went over and opened the door. "Hey, do you want som... |
Just remember that they are demons, not angels. | [WP]Hell literally broke loose. All the demons are free, and they only want one thing : to befriend us. | "What's this do?" the Hellspawn asked fiddling with my radio, his horns protruding from my Geo as it listed heavily to the right. Damn near riding on the rims. His cigar smoke made the air in the vehicle toxic to breath.
I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead at the stop light. "Don't touch my Goddamned radio," his face... | "OH MY GOD! Stan the Demons are loose!"
Screamed Debbie, "What?! What more could they want from us?!" She said crying at this point.
"What's going on, Deborah?" Stan asked. Then there was a loud thumping at the door.
"Oh God! They're here! Why meeee?" She cried.
Stan went over and opened the door. "Hey, do you want som... |
Just remember that they are demons, not angels. | [WP]Hell literally broke loose. All the demons are free, and they only want one thing : to befriend us. | A demon is a burned thing, wreathed in smoke with embers perpetually falling from its tattered wings. The night sky is filled with the light of angels' burning wings, but the demons down here with us seem to be made of little more than ash. There is a pathos to them; a sentiment completely alien to the stern, proud bei... | “Stop hugging people,” I shouted, clenching my fists. “You’re setting them all on fire!”
The demon, Snoopy as I’d named him, hung his floppy-eared head in shame and dropped his latest smoldering victim at my feet. “Sorry.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’ve killed five people in three hours. How many times do I need to te... |
[WP] You're walking down the street and bump shoulders with someone. It's you. | Tuesdays are always shitty, divisional meeting presentation first thing, weekly review with my boss straight after and taco day at the work canteen. I fucking hate work tacos as much as I love good tacos. This particular Tuesday was proving to be even more shitty than usual as I was running late and as I stepped off th... | "Woah, are you me?" I asked, feeling more stupid than confused as the words came out.
"I think so," he said. He seemed as perplexed as me, understandably.
"Weird," I said.
"Yeah," he said.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the apps.
"Add me on snapchat?" I asked. It seemed like a reasonable request, given... | |
[WP] You're walking down the street and bump shoulders with someone. It's you. | "Fuck off, ugly," we both sneer at each other, we both hurry on our separate ways, never to see the other. Seriously, you have to be an asshole or just plain blind to bump shoulders with a sunglassesed man whacking away at the ground with his cane. | "Woah, are you me?" I asked, feeling more stupid than confused as the words came out.
"I think so," he said. He seemed as perplexed as me, understandably.
"Weird," I said.
"Yeah," he said.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the apps.
"Add me on snapchat?" I asked. It seemed like a reasonable request, given... | |
[WP] You're walking down the street and bump shoulders with someone. It's you. | "Fuck off, ugly," we both sneer at each other, we both hurry on our separate ways, never to see the other. Seriously, you have to be an asshole or just plain blind to bump shoulders with a sunglassesed man whacking away at the ground with his cane. | "What the fuck?"
"What the fuck?"
"Are you me?"
"Yeah... I am."
"How is that possible?"
"I-I dunno."
"Is this like, a Doctor Who episode or something?"
"I dunno, I never watched that show."
*me and clone point fingers at each other* "ayyyyy"
"So you know what this means, right?"
"We can finally do those TF2 c... | |
[WP] You're walking down the street and bump shoulders with someone. It's you. | "Fuck off, ugly," we both sneer at each other, we both hurry on our separate ways, never to see the other. Seriously, you have to be an asshole or just plain blind to bump shoulders with a sunglassesed man whacking away at the ground with his cane. | Bump. I crashed into somebody, I kept my head low, whispering an apology, and she did the same. I was nudged by my sister, and she whispered to to me that she looked just like me, even sounded like me!
"Huh, what?" We both turn to glance at each other. It was awkward greeting me, but neither of us have the social expe... | |
[WP] You're walking down the street and bump shoulders with someone. It's you. | "Fuck off, ugly," we both sneer at each other, we both hurry on our separate ways, never to see the other. Seriously, you have to be an asshole or just plain blind to bump shoulders with a sunglassesed man whacking away at the ground with his cane. | "Excuse me."
Two words never hit me so hard. I'd responded before I could finish processing. Before we turned around, I knew we'd both stopped.
There he was.
Me.
"What... What's going on?"
"I...nothin?"
"No, I meant...Never mind. This is pretty neat, huh? We're thinking the same thing? You look just like me."
"B... | |
[WP] You're walking down the street and bump shoulders with someone. It's you. | "Fuck off, ugly," we both sneer at each other, we both hurry on our separate ways, never to see the other. Seriously, you have to be an asshole or just plain blind to bump shoulders with a sunglassesed man whacking away at the ground with his cane. | Tuesdays are always shitty, divisional meeting presentation first thing, weekly review with my boss straight after and taco day at the work canteen. I fucking hate work tacos as much as I love good tacos. This particular Tuesday was proving to be even more shitty than usual as I was running late and as I stepped off th... | |
What do they really look like? Beautiful and angelic, or dark and demonic? What do you do now? | [WP] Your significant other is the most beautiful and amazing person you've ever met. One night while you're together they admit to being a fallen angel, one of the angels who rebelled alongside Lucifer in the War in Heaven, and prove it by showing you their true form. | I'd met Apollo at a mutual friend's party several years ago. He was handsome and charming and way out of my league, but while we were drinking and talking and I asked him if Apollo was actually his name. He grinned and told me his dad was a Greek buff with a sense of humor. He was neither tall nor short, with platinum ... | "Bethany, I swear to god... I mean, never mind. The point is that I love you. The first thing I noticed about you was your heart. It was full of hatred and grief. I just-"
"It doesn't matter now, Charlie. Just go away! You changed me. I was in a dark place when we met, but you helped me get better. Go find someone els... |
What do they really look like? Beautiful and angelic, or dark and demonic? What do you do now? | [WP] Your significant other is the most beautiful and amazing person you've ever met. One night while you're together they admit to being a fallen angel, one of the angels who rebelled alongside Lucifer in the War in Heaven, and prove it by showing you their true form. | I looked at her in disbelief.
"Really?" I finally said, "You're a angel?"
Abby nodded, her red hair bouncing slightly. "You don't seem that surprised."
"Why should I be?" I shrugged. "I always knew you were an angel for dating me."
Normally, my quip would have brought a chuckle or smile to her face. Not today.
"... | "Bethany, I swear to god... I mean, never mind. The point is that I love you. The first thing I noticed about you was your heart. It was full of hatred and grief. I just-"
"It doesn't matter now, Charlie. Just go away! You changed me. I was in a dark place when we met, but you helped me get better. Go find someone els... |
What do they really look like? Beautiful and angelic, or dark and demonic? What do you do now? | [WP] Your significant other is the most beautiful and amazing person you've ever met. One night while you're together they admit to being a fallen angel, one of the angels who rebelled alongside Lucifer in the War in Heaven, and prove it by showing you their true form. | I took a long pull of my beer and smirked. "A fallen Angel, Avi? I'm not that drunk yet." He sat across the table from me, his caramel eyes watching me with far too much intensity for comfort, and I took an extra swallow of the IPA.
"What if it were true, Rachel?" I couldn't quite read his expression, but there was n... | "Bethany, I swear to god... I mean, never mind. The point is that I love you. The first thing I noticed about you was your heart. It was full of hatred and grief. I just-"
"It doesn't matter now, Charlie. Just go away! You changed me. I was in a dark place when we met, but you helped me get better. Go find someone els... |
What do they really look like? Beautiful and angelic, or dark and demonic? What do you do now? | [WP] Your significant other is the most beautiful and amazing person you've ever met. One night while you're together they admit to being a fallen angel, one of the angels who rebelled alongside Lucifer in the War in Heaven, and prove it by showing you their true form. | The first time that I met Sam, he just strolled up to me and said, “What’s the worst that can happen?”
I was thinking about asking a guy I like out, but I was honestly terrified; things with my ex didn’t end… amicably, and I was afraid something similar would happen again.
Sam continued, like I wasn’t standing th... | "Bethany, I swear to god... I mean, never mind. The point is that I love you. The first thing I noticed about you was your heart. It was full of hatred and grief. I just-"
"It doesn't matter now, Charlie. Just go away! You changed me. I was in a dark place when we met, but you helped me get better. Go find someone els... |
What do they really look like? Beautiful and angelic, or dark and demonic? What do you do now? | [WP] Your significant other is the most beautiful and amazing person you've ever met. One night while you're together they admit to being a fallen angel, one of the angels who rebelled alongside Lucifer in the War in Heaven, and prove it by showing you their true form. | I'd met Apollo at a mutual friend's party several years ago. He was handsome and charming and way out of my league, but while we were drinking and talking and I asked him if Apollo was actually his name. He grinned and told me his dad was a Greek buff with a sense of humor. He was neither tall nor short, with platinum ... | "What just happened...My life had changed within the past hour." Drew closed his eyes and rewound the day to when it happened. "Two hours ago..I was picking you up, you said 10 minutes and took 30. One and a half hours ago..we went to our favorite spot in downtown for some ramen. You took your time sipping the steaming... |
What do they really look like? Beautiful and angelic, or dark and demonic? What do you do now? | [WP] Your significant other is the most beautiful and amazing person you've ever met. One night while you're together they admit to being a fallen angel, one of the angels who rebelled alongside Lucifer in the War in Heaven, and prove it by showing you their true form. | I looked at her in disbelief.
"Really?" I finally said, "You're a angel?"
Abby nodded, her red hair bouncing slightly. "You don't seem that surprised."
"Why should I be?" I shrugged. "I always knew you were an angel for dating me."
Normally, my quip would have brought a chuckle or smile to her face. Not today.
"... | "What just happened...My life had changed within the past hour." Drew closed his eyes and rewound the day to when it happened. "Two hours ago..I was picking you up, you said 10 minutes and took 30. One and a half hours ago..we went to our favorite spot in downtown for some ramen. You took your time sipping the steaming... |
What do they really look like? Beautiful and angelic, or dark and demonic? What do you do now? | [WP] Your significant other is the most beautiful and amazing person you've ever met. One night while you're together they admit to being a fallen angel, one of the angels who rebelled alongside Lucifer in the War in Heaven, and prove it by showing you their true form. | I looked at her in disbelief.
"Really?" I finally said, "You're a angel?"
Abby nodded, her red hair bouncing slightly. "You don't seem that surprised."
"Why should I be?" I shrugged. "I always knew you were an angel for dating me."
Normally, my quip would have brought a chuckle or smile to her face. Not today.
"... | She stood there covering herself with her hands. Although we have been together many times, this is the first where she was embarrassed of her body. Her skin was cracked, scarred, and brittle. I thought she was going to turn to dusk in any minute. She hangs her head in shame, her eyes, dark as the ocean, not meeting mi... |
What do they really look like? Beautiful and angelic, or dark and demonic? What do you do now? | [WP] Your significant other is the most beautiful and amazing person you've ever met. One night while you're together they admit to being a fallen angel, one of the angels who rebelled alongside Lucifer in the War in Heaven, and prove it by showing you their true form. | The first time that I met Sam, he just strolled up to me and said, “What’s the worst that can happen?”
I was thinking about asking a guy I like out, but I was honestly terrified; things with my ex didn’t end… amicably, and I was afraid something similar would happen again.
Sam continued, like I wasn’t standing th... | My hands moved in a fury, "No! NO! That cannot be true!" I screamed in sign language at her. I couldn't believe that all those years we spent together meant nothing to her. She just admitted to me that she wasn't really a human but someone who fought at Lucifer's side.
We were walking along the park beside the Arkans... |
How did you do it? What did you say? What did you do?
And for creativity's sake, alien doesn't necessarily have to mean extra-terrestrial. They can be extra-dimensional, they can be Lovecraftian horrors, they can be supernatural beings from a different plane of reality.
Have fun! | [WP] An alien force is preparing to attack earth and you're the first human they meet in person. You successfully convince them not to invade. | Second post here. Feedback is appreciated.
I hope I'm not breaking any rules about someone responding to their own prompt. I understand there's no written rule *against* doing that, and I waited several hours before posting, so, let me know if I'm breaking any etiquette here. Also, sorry if I'm breaking any length r... | I was miserable, it wasn't that Amy turned me down, it was how she did it.
*"You are too high minded...too intellectual. I couldn't hold a candle up to you. I don't want to be jealous of every college-read gal you meet in your offices or in your libraries and such"*
All true. None of it plausible. She was my moon sho... |
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