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[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | -Data log 43 cycles from contact-
We failed. Sentient life comes in two varieties, unintelligent muscle and the fragile mind. This fact we believed true for neigh a millennia, yet we found an exception, and in our hubris we burned that exception. We started this war, plunged their world into chaos, and they made us pa... | This story takes place in the future when humans have achieved long range spaceflight, have colonised our solar system as much as possible, have started colonising life supporting planets without intelligent life and setting up outposts on planets with intelligent life to aid in trade and safety. The story is written f... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | -Data log 43 cycles from contact-
We failed. Sentient life comes in two varieties, unintelligent muscle and the fragile mind. This fact we believed true for neigh a millennia, yet we found an exception, and in our hubris we burned that exception. We started this war, plunged their world into chaos, and they made us pa... | A burly man trudged through the poorly lit alley, his figure bathed in shadow and smoke. Pulling a data pad from his coat, he holds it up to a door, comically too small for his imposing figure to enter. Only for the door to change into a vortex and for him to enter and be consumed by velvety smoke.
Captain Reed was we... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | Personal log of Sergeant Astreaus, United Earth Space command:
I still can't believe that worked. My captain once told me, in the military you learn to play dumb in just the right way. Well "playing dumb" has worked for our civilisation very well, since the invaders seem to buy it no questions asked. But thus far, t... | A burly man trudged through the poorly lit alley, his figure bathed in shadow and smoke. Pulling a data pad from his coat, he holds it up to a door, comically too small for his imposing figure to enter. Only for the door to change into a vortex and for him to enter and be consumed by velvety smoke.
Captain Reed was we... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | **Captain Yoal'so Journal Entry #526**
We encountered a new species, one far on the other end of the galaxy from our homeworld, humans they're called. Such a simple species from what we've seen, when watching them last week we saw that they do labor and build, but they have yet to achieve space travel and there are si... | A burly man trudged through the poorly lit alley, his figure bathed in shadow and smoke. Pulling a data pad from his coat, he holds it up to a door, comically too small for his imposing figure to enter. Only for the door to change into a vortex and for him to enter and be consumed by velvety smoke.
Captain Reed was we... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | -Data log 43 cycles from contact-
We failed. Sentient life comes in two varieties, unintelligent muscle and the fragile mind. This fact we believed true for neigh a millennia, yet we found an exception, and in our hubris we burned that exception. We started this war, plunged their world into chaos, and they made us pa... | We tried to enslave them.
They enslaved us.
Only two revolutions or "years" as they call it have passed. Our planet found some labourers. Or so we thought. We thought we were more intelligent. We obestimated our intellect.
The day we attacked, was the day we gave up our freedom. The day we lost it all. Our mista... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | Personal log of Sergeant Astreaus, United Earth Space command:
I still can't believe that worked. My captain once told me, in the military you learn to play dumb in just the right way. Well "playing dumb" has worked for our civilisation very well, since the invaders seem to buy it no questions asked. But thus far, t... | We tried to enslave them.
They enslaved us.
Only two revolutions or "years" as they call it have passed. Our planet found some labourers. Or so we thought. We thought we were more intelligent. We obestimated our intellect.
The day we attacked, was the day we gave up our freedom. The day we lost it all. Our mista... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | Sargent Ajik'rad looked up from his device.
"Admiral...these creatures, the humans...they're quite intelligent. It seems we've mistakenly labeled them as brutes, given their robustness. However, as much as I hate to admit it, their intelligence is approximately equal to our own." He summarized. "Though they are a youn... | We tried to enslave them.
They enslaved us.
Only two revolutions or "years" as they call it have passed. Our planet found some labourers. Or so we thought. We thought we were more intelligent. We obestimated our intellect.
The day we attacked, was the day we gave up our freedom. The day we lost it all. Our mista... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | Smashing past the sound barrier at mach 10, the massive Bpfassh class cruiser descended into the atmosphere of the blue-green planet. preliminary scans had detected a significant amount of lifeforms, ranging from small quarter unit sized exoskeletal creatures to aquatic behemoths that dwarfed even the common beasts of ... | We tried to enslave them.
They enslaved us.
Only two revolutions or "years" as they call it have passed. Our planet found some labourers. Or so we thought. We thought we were more intelligent. We obestimated our intellect.
The day we attacked, was the day we gave up our freedom. The day we lost it all. Our mista... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | The laws of gravity and sentience were known to the Elder species. The cycles of life always repeating, always yielding the same results.
Life that developed on moons, proto-planets and large asteroids shared two distinct characteristics, Intelligence and a physical fragility due to the lack of gravity. Where as life ... | We tried to enslave them.
They enslaved us.
Only two revolutions or "years" as they call it have passed. Our planet found some labourers. Or so we thought. We thought we were more intelligent. We obestimated our intellect.
The day we attacked, was the day we gave up our freedom. The day we lost it all. Our mista... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | **Captain Yoal'so Journal Entry #526**
We encountered a new species, one far on the other end of the galaxy from our homeworld, humans they're called. Such a simple species from what we've seen, when watching them last week we saw that they do labor and build, but they have yet to achieve space travel and there are si... | We tried to enslave them.
They enslaved us.
Only two revolutions or "years" as they call it have passed. Our planet found some labourers. Or so we thought. We thought we were more intelligent. We obestimated our intellect.
The day we attacked, was the day we gave up our freedom. The day we lost it all. Our mista... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | On the planet of Ten Moons X57 there is a creature called the Red Shade Yu. When it’s children are taken from it, the females will wail so loud the snow on the Thread Spike Mountains begins to slide down. It’s called a Grief Avalanche.
Yet, this human girl was screaming so loudly I thought she might rival the Yu. Her... | We tried to enslave them.
They enslaved us.
Only two revolutions or "years" as they call it have passed. Our planet found some labourers. Or so we thought. We thought we were more intelligent. We obestimated our intellect.
The day we attacked, was the day we gave up our freedom. The day we lost it all. Our mista... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | Smashing past the sound barrier at mach 10, the massive Bpfassh class cruiser descended into the atmosphere of the blue-green planet. preliminary scans had detected a significant amount of lifeforms, ranging from small quarter unit sized exoskeletal creatures to aquatic behemoths that dwarfed even the common beasts of ... | Sargent Ajik'rad looked up from his device.
"Admiral...these creatures, the humans...they're quite intelligent. It seems we've mistakenly labeled them as brutes, given their robustness. However, as much as I hate to admit it, their intelligence is approximately equal to our own." He summarized. "Though they are a youn... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | The laws of gravity and sentience were known to the Elder species. The cycles of life always repeating, always yielding the same results.
Life that developed on moons, proto-planets and large asteroids shared two distinct characteristics, Intelligence and a physical fragility due to the lack of gravity. Where as life ... | Sargent Ajik'rad looked up from his device.
"Admiral...these creatures, the humans...they're quite intelligent. It seems we've mistakenly labeled them as brutes, given their robustness. However, as much as I hate to admit it, their intelligence is approximately equal to our own." He summarized. "Though they are a youn... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | **Captain Yoal'so Journal Entry #526**
We encountered a new species, one far on the other end of the galaxy from our homeworld, humans they're called. Such a simple species from what we've seen, when watching them last week we saw that they do labor and build, but they have yet to achieve space travel and there are si... | Sargent Ajik'rad looked up from his device.
"Admiral...these creatures, the humans...they're quite intelligent. It seems we've mistakenly labeled them as brutes, given their robustness. However, as much as I hate to admit it, their intelligence is approximately equal to our own." He summarized. "Though they are a youn... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | On the planet of Ten Moons X57 there is a creature called the Red Shade Yu. When it’s children are taken from it, the females will wail so loud the snow on the Thread Spike Mountains begins to slide down. It’s called a Grief Avalanche.
Yet, this human girl was screaming so loudly I thought she might rival the Yu. Her... | Sargent Ajik'rad looked up from his device.
"Admiral...these creatures, the humans...they're quite intelligent. It seems we've mistakenly labeled them as brutes, given their robustness. However, as much as I hate to admit it, their intelligence is approximately equal to our own." He summarized. "Though they are a youn... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | **Captain Yoal'so Journal Entry #526**
We encountered a new species, one far on the other end of the galaxy from our homeworld, humans they're called. Such a simple species from what we've seen, when watching them last week we saw that they do labor and build, but they have yet to achieve space travel and there are si... | Smashing past the sound barrier at mach 10, the massive Bpfassh class cruiser descended into the atmosphere of the blue-green planet. preliminary scans had detected a significant amount of lifeforms, ranging from small quarter unit sized exoskeletal creatures to aquatic behemoths that dwarfed even the common beasts of ... | |
[WP] In the universe, species are either very intelligent and frail or durable and strong. Finding humans to be capable of labor, aliens mistakenly label us as dumb brutes and attempt to enslave us. | **Captain Yoal'so Journal Entry #526**
We encountered a new species, one far on the other end of the galaxy from our homeworld, humans they're called. Such a simple species from what we've seen, when watching them last week we saw that they do labor and build, but they have yet to achieve space travel and there are si... | The laws of gravity and sentience were known to the Elder species. The cycles of life always repeating, always yielding the same results.
Life that developed on moons, proto-planets and large asteroids shared two distinct characteristics, Intelligence and a physical fragility due to the lack of gravity. Where as life ... | |
[WP] In a dream you are given the choice to gain omnipotence at the cost of 4 billion random people dying, who you cannot resurrect. You accept the offer. When you wake up, the decision was real and every single human being left alive knows it was you. | I usually can’t remember my dreams. Every so often I’ll snag a moment, an image, a word from my imagination. The most vivid memories of dreaming I have are simulated deaths my brain decided to put me through
I should have realized it was real because of that
I should have realized.
It was to vivid
I came to in a la... | *click*
*click*
*click*
Once again my monitor slid to another question. The thin line carried another question as it darted into the middle of the screen. Printed in Italicized Times New Roman the question drifted across the monitor bouncing when ever it touched border.
*Would you click the button to gain omnipot... | |
[WP] Everytime you go to sleep you wake up in a new world, you're trying desperately to stay awake. | I can no longer tell if my shaking is from the 15 cups of coffee or my growing anxiety.
Let me start with a bit of backstory. My name is Jacob and for years people thought me to be a sleepwalker, but my condition is far... stranger. You see whenever I go to sleep, I wake up somewhere else immediately. It seems to be ... | Its been 42 days awake. Your mind smeared with the glitter of lights booming from the echoes of the room. The dirty music pounds your ears into your soul. You stammer around to find bearing about the meaning of it all. Should you stay? Stay here in this place?
From beneath the prancing of the hollow drums of feat sk... | |
[WP] Everytime you go to sleep you wake up in a new world, you're trying desperately to stay awake. | The longest any person on any of the hundreds of worlds I’ve been on as been able to stay awake is about 11 days. The longest I’ve ever managed to stay awake is five, and that’s as I’m writing this.
It’s said that when a body goes without sleep it starts to hallucinate and the heart quickens and breaths become sharpe... | Its been 42 days awake. Your mind smeared with the glitter of lights booming from the echoes of the room. The dirty music pounds your ears into your soul. You stammer around to find bearing about the meaning of it all. Should you stay? Stay here in this place?
From beneath the prancing of the hollow drums of feat sk... | |
[WP] Everytime you go to sleep you wake up in a new world, you're trying desperately to stay awake. | Head nodding, eyes drooping, body heavy.
I've forgotten what it's like to be a kid. Or at least, what it should be like.
Every trick in the book, I've already tried it. Screaming, yelling, stamping my feet, crying, playing, mocking. Nothing works.
No one can understand me.
I've been a million different people, t... | Its been 42 days awake. Your mind smeared with the glitter of lights booming from the echoes of the room. The dirty music pounds your ears into your soul. You stammer around to find bearing about the meaning of it all. Should you stay? Stay here in this place?
From beneath the prancing of the hollow drums of feat sk... | |
Have at it. | [WP] You can’t prove it, but you’re about 87% sure that your school janitor is one of the Old Gods. | **Teacher’s Pet** (766 words)
The teacher had told me to get to the principal poste-haste, which was a bit unusual. My grades were decent; not stellar, but there was no danger of failing a class either. So I was a bit confused as to why, but never one to rock the boat, I just went.
As I entered his anteroom there wer... | There was always something off about Mr. De Luca. From the way he carried himself, to the way some jerk-off’s locker would mysteriously slam shut as he walked by, I always had my suspicions. Especially with the archaic way he spoke.
One day, it got to be too much for poor Mr. De Luca. He had heard one too many people ... |
Have at it. | [WP] You can’t prove it, but you’re about 87% sure that your school janitor is one of the Old Gods. | Do you sometimes get the feeling that someone is intentionally acting dumb or socially awkward. Well, there is something weird with our janitor Mr. Roth but I can't quite put my finger on it.
My high school is nothing out of the ordinary. Public school, you know, the same stuff as in most places. Some bored, some over... | There was always something off about Mr. De Luca. From the way he carried himself, to the way some jerk-off’s locker would mysteriously slam shut as he walked by, I always had my suspicions. Especially with the archaic way he spoke.
One day, it got to be too much for poor Mr. De Luca. He had heard one too many people ... |
[WP] You were born with a curse; Anti-Luck. The more unlikely something is, the better the chance you have at achieving it, and vice versa. You’re forced to take danger risks to get the most mundane tasks done. | I threw the coin across the room, bracing for the impact as it bounces back at my head. Another lottery won, another million in the bank. Sighing, I backflipped onto the couch, wishing I could take out the trash without breaking my legs half the time. Glumly, I flipped through the channels two at a time, praying that t... | Zarchelfa walked across the hall to his room. However, just like his name, he did it quite strangely. Normal people could walk normally; that's just how it worked. Not for Zarch. He was cursed with the same problem that befell his parents: anti-luck. The reason that Zarchelfa had such a strange name was that a normal n... | |
[WP] Write a story we’re it’s not clear who’s the villain and who’s the good guy up until the final sentence we’re it becomes incredible black and white. | A man was running from a prison complex, he was dressed in a jumpsuit, and was constantly being harried by a group of guards.
He ran into bolt-hole and threw the door closed. The guards caught up and began pounding on the door. One of the guards yelled something the man didn't understand, and a hole appeared in the do... | The cold night air encapsulates your being as you step out of your car
"Jesus fucking christ, again? Fuck this car" Sal said with a suppressed rage.
Sal walked, slowly, lumbering with his great stature and wide gait to the trunk of his car, scrounging through the mess of tools in an attempt to get the honda junker mo... | |
[WP] Write a story we’re it’s not clear who’s the villain and who’s the good guy up until the final sentence we’re it becomes incredible black and white. | “Here’s to 20 happy years together,” Michael said sarcastically, raising his champagne flute into the air. He was sat by a picnic table in his garden.
“They were the best,” laughed Sheila, raising her glass in response. “Where did it all go wrong?”
Michael’s grin gradually exchanged itself for a look of pensive sadne... | The cold night air encapsulates your being as you step out of your car
"Jesus fucking christ, again? Fuck this car" Sal said with a suppressed rage.
Sal walked, slowly, lumbering with his great stature and wide gait to the trunk of his car, scrounging through the mess of tools in an attempt to get the honda junker mo... | |
[WP] Write a story we’re it’s not clear who’s the villain and who’s the good guy up until the final sentence we’re it becomes incredible black and white. | “Ah, Mr. Quickpaw. How nice of you to join me.”
Lone Quickpaw merely eyed the man across from him, a burly thing of muscle and fists that could hardly be considered much use to society, yet somehow he was a leading member of both the city council and aid to the governor. Careful to keep his hands neutral at his side, ... | The cold night air encapsulates your being as you step out of your car
"Jesus fucking christ, again? Fuck this car" Sal said with a suppressed rage.
Sal walked, slowly, lumbering with his great stature and wide gait to the trunk of his car, scrounging through the mess of tools in an attempt to get the honda junker mo... | |
[WP] Write a story we’re it’s not clear who’s the villain and who’s the good guy up until the final sentence we’re it becomes incredible black and white. | “Here’s to 20 happy years together,” Michael said sarcastically, raising his champagne flute into the air. He was sat by a picnic table in his garden.
“They were the best,” laughed Sheila, raising her glass in response. “Where did it all go wrong?”
Michael’s grin gradually exchanged itself for a look of pensive sadne... | The dimly lit chamber echoed with their voices.
"You always were like this. Always belittling me with your snarky comments!" said his royal highness, now not so high.
"What about you, never once a thank you for a lifetime of service, for unwavering loyalty." said the battered knight.
*R:* "Unwavering loyalty my ro... | |
[WP] Write a story we’re it’s not clear who’s the villain and who’s the good guy up until the final sentence we’re it becomes incredible black and white. | “Ah, Mr. Quickpaw. How nice of you to join me.”
Lone Quickpaw merely eyed the man across from him, a burly thing of muscle and fists that could hardly be considered much use to society, yet somehow he was a leading member of both the city council and aid to the governor. Careful to keep his hands neutral at his side, ... | The dimly lit chamber echoed with their voices.
"You always were like this. Always belittling me with your snarky comments!" said his royal highness, now not so high.
"What about you, never once a thank you for a lifetime of service, for unwavering loyalty." said the battered knight.
*R:* "Unwavering loyalty my ro... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | *I’m only human.* The world around me is alien, strange and unfamiliar. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but it was around the time I first started seeing things clearly. I started getting letters in the mail—advertisements. Latex surgery at a discount price. Glasses prescription, free with rebate. Optometrist—in... | What a coincidence I thought... because the song had been on radio all over the place. However, there is a deep psychological urge to try a different song just to see if the person would also recognize it.
So, I changed the tune. An 80’s tune “AHA” The uptempo would require a faster foot taping and a smile because of n... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | On my way home from another day. In my safe life. In my safe job. Another day trying to distract myself from the various fears that keep me in my rigid routine, lest I be subject to the whims and fancies of Fate and Chance. The most cruel mistresses sent to torture me. No, I maintained my own power. My own control. I n... | What a coincidence I thought... because the song had been on radio all over the place. However, there is a deep psychological urge to try a different song just to see if the person would also recognize it.
So, I changed the tune. An 80’s tune “AHA” The uptempo would require a faster foot taping and a smile because of n... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | *Tap* *tap. Tap tap. Tap tap-a-tap-tap-tap.* The metal support bar in next to my seat had become my improptu drum set. That's the worst part about working in retail, you see, is all those godforsaken songs that implant themselves into your brain. I'd give anything to stop hearing Paul McCartney singing about christmas... | What a coincidence I thought... because the song had been on radio all over the place. However, there is a deep psychological urge to try a different song just to see if the person would also recognize it.
So, I changed the tune. An 80’s tune “AHA” The uptempo would require a faster foot taping and a smile because of n... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | The human mind can be a tricky beast. We have come a tremendous way during our development as an alpha predator on Earth, but the hard lessons learned along the way led to some quirks that hung around far longer than their utility might have dictated. One such example, seeing patterns where there were none. This phenom... | What a coincidence I thought... because the song had been on radio all over the place. However, there is a deep psychological urge to try a different song just to see if the person would also recognize it.
So, I changed the tune. An 80’s tune “AHA” The uptempo would require a faster foot taping and a smile because of n... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | "*Kiss me, baby*," Ruben bobbed his head to an imaginary beat and enjoyed the song in his memory. After resisting it for two days the pop melody drilled through his subconscious. Now he stood in a crowded subway car wishing he brought his earbuds along. He spotted a bright pink head of hair bopping out the same rhythm ... | What a coincidence I thought... because the song had been on radio all over the place. However, there is a deep psychological urge to try a different song just to see if the person would also recognize it.
So, I changed the tune. An 80’s tune “AHA” The uptempo would require a faster foot taping and a smile because of n... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | I thought it was just a coincidence. However, the moment I thought that, the hooded man in front of me ceased lip-syncing the song playing in my head, looking somewhat agitated, as if he'd just made a terrible mistake.
On cue, however, the subway's breaks shrieked to a stop, and the man jostled his way out, ignoring t... | What a coincidence I thought... because the song had been on radio all over the place. However, there is a deep psychological urge to try a different song just to see if the person would also recognize it.
So, I changed the tune. An 80’s tune “AHA” The uptempo would require a faster foot taping and a smile because of n... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. |
There’s always been just this… feeling. An odd sort of sensation, really. I don’t know how to explain it, just that it’s just been there. This sensation that someone, somewhere, just knows what I’m thinking as I think it. It’s silly, I know. A random thought here, a déjà vu there, that creepy “something out of the ... | What a coincidence I thought... because the song had been on radio all over the place. However, there is a deep psychological urge to try a different song just to see if the person would also recognize it.
So, I changed the tune. An 80’s tune “AHA” The uptempo would require a faster foot taping and a smile because of n... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | Laugh at me all you want but I believe that psychics exists. I know one when I see one, and I'm pretty fucking sure I've seen plenty.
I look up at the phony subway ads placed blatantly in the public for all eyes to see.
'*Psychic Hand Reading Near You!*
'*Fortune Telling Over The Phone @ 1-800-XXX-XXX*'
I scoff. ... | What a coincidence I thought... because the song had been on radio all over the place. However, there is a deep psychological urge to try a different song just to see if the person would also recognize it.
So, I changed the tune. An 80’s tune “AHA” The uptempo would require a faster foot taping and a smile because of n... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | On my way home from another day. In my safe life. In my safe job. Another day trying to distract myself from the various fears that keep me in my rigid routine, lest I be subject to the whims and fancies of Fate and Chance. The most cruel mistresses sent to torture me. No, I maintained my own power. My own control. I n... | So here I am, sitting on this disgusting subway seat, and this song's playing in my head. It's old, something I heard in an old *Mash* episode. "*Cement mixer, put-tee, put-tee.*" That's all there is, but I can't get it out of my brain. And then I see this guy on the other side of the car and he's lip-synching *the exa... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | Laugh at me all you want but I believe that psychics exists. I know one when I see one, and I'm pretty fucking sure I've seen plenty.
I look up at the phony subway ads placed blatantly in the public for all eyes to see.
'*Psychic Hand Reading Near You!*
'*Fortune Telling Over The Phone @ 1-800-XXX-XXX*'
I scoff. ... | *I’m only human.* The world around me is alien, strange and unfamiliar. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but it was around the time I first started seeing things clearly. I started getting letters in the mail—advertisements. Latex surgery at a discount price. Glasses prescription, free with rebate. Optometrist—in... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | "*Kiss me, baby*," Ruben bobbed his head to an imaginary beat and enjoyed the song in his memory. After resisting it for two days the pop melody drilled through his subconscious. Now he stood in a crowded subway car wishing he brought his earbuds along. He spotted a bright pink head of hair bopping out the same rhythm ... | *Tap* *tap. Tap tap. Tap tap-a-tap-tap-tap.* The metal support bar in next to my seat had become my improptu drum set. That's the worst part about working in retail, you see, is all those godforsaken songs that implant themselves into your brain. I'd give anything to stop hearing Paul McCartney singing about christmas... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | Laugh at me all you want but I believe that psychics exists. I know one when I see one, and I'm pretty fucking sure I've seen plenty.
I look up at the phony subway ads placed blatantly in the public for all eyes to see.
'*Psychic Hand Reading Near You!*
'*Fortune Telling Over The Phone @ 1-800-XXX-XXX*'
I scoff. ... | *Tap* *tap. Tap tap. Tap tap-a-tap-tap-tap.* The metal support bar in next to my seat had become my improptu drum set. That's the worst part about working in retail, you see, is all those godforsaken songs that implant themselves into your brain. I'd give anything to stop hearing Paul McCartney singing about christmas... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | "*Kiss me, baby*," Ruben bobbed his head to an imaginary beat and enjoyed the song in his memory. After resisting it for two days the pop melody drilled through his subconscious. Now he stood in a crowded subway car wishing he brought his earbuds along. He spotted a bright pink head of hair bopping out the same rhythm ... | The human mind can be a tricky beast. We have come a tremendous way during our development as an alpha predator on Earth, but the hard lessons learned along the way led to some quirks that hung around far longer than their utility might have dictated. One such example, seeing patterns where there were none. This phenom... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | Laugh at me all you want but I believe that psychics exists. I know one when I see one, and I'm pretty fucking sure I've seen plenty.
I look up at the phony subway ads placed blatantly in the public for all eyes to see.
'*Psychic Hand Reading Near You!*
'*Fortune Telling Over The Phone @ 1-800-XXX-XXX*'
I scoff. ... | The human mind can be a tricky beast. We have come a tremendous way during our development as an alpha predator on Earth, but the hard lessons learned along the way led to some quirks that hung around far longer than their utility might have dictated. One such example, seeing patterns where there were none. This phenom... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | "*Kiss me, baby*," Ruben bobbed his head to an imaginary beat and enjoyed the song in his memory. After resisting it for two days the pop melody drilled through his subconscious. Now he stood in a crowded subway car wishing he brought his earbuds along. He spotted a bright pink head of hair bopping out the same rhythm ... | I mean, it's a popular tune; radio has it on regular rotation... There may be others in the same car with the same tune... But she is so old... is that, 75...80? Her timing was perfect... Her gaze unwavering. Were her eyes tired, or--... No....that was pity. She knows... I f***ing did it... and she knows... The voices... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | I thought it was just a coincidence. However, the moment I thought that, the hooded man in front of me ceased lip-syncing the song playing in my head, looking somewhat agitated, as if he'd just made a terrible mistake.
On cue, however, the subway's breaks shrieked to a stop, and the man jostled his way out, ignoring t... | I mean, it's a popular tune; radio has it on regular rotation... There may be others in the same car with the same tune... But she is so old... is that, 75...80? Her timing was perfect... Her gaze unwavering. Were her eyes tired, or--... No....that was pity. She knows... I f***ing did it... and she knows... The voices... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. |
There’s always been just this… feeling. An odd sort of sensation, really. I don’t know how to explain it, just that it’s just been there. This sensation that someone, somewhere, just knows what I’m thinking as I think it. It’s silly, I know. A random thought here, a déjà vu there, that creepy “something out of the ... | I mean, it's a popular tune; radio has it on regular rotation... There may be others in the same car with the same tune... But she is so old... is that, 75...80? Her timing was perfect... Her gaze unwavering. Were her eyes tired, or--... No....that was pity. She knows... I f***ing did it... and she knows... The voices... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | Laugh at me all you want but I believe that psychics exists. I know one when I see one, and I'm pretty fucking sure I've seen plenty.
I look up at the phony subway ads placed blatantly in the public for all eyes to see.
'*Psychic Hand Reading Near You!*
'*Fortune Telling Over The Phone @ 1-800-XXX-XXX*'
I scoff. ... | I mean, it's a popular tune; radio has it on regular rotation... There may be others in the same car with the same tune... But she is so old... is that, 75...80? Her timing was perfect... Her gaze unwavering. Were her eyes tired, or--... No....that was pity. She knows... I f***ing did it... and she knows... The voices... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | Laugh at me all you want but I believe that psychics exists. I know one when I see one, and I'm pretty fucking sure I've seen plenty.
I look up at the phony subway ads placed blatantly in the public for all eyes to see.
'*Psychic Hand Reading Near You!*
'*Fortune Telling Over The Phone @ 1-800-XXX-XXX*'
I scoff. ... | "*Kiss me, baby*," Ruben bobbed his head to an imaginary beat and enjoyed the song in his memory. After resisting it for two days the pop melody drilled through his subconscious. Now he stood in a crowded subway car wishing he brought his earbuds along. He spotted a bright pink head of hair bopping out the same rhythm ... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. |
There’s always been just this… feeling. An odd sort of sensation, really. I don’t know how to explain it, just that it’s just been there. This sensation that someone, somewhere, just knows what I’m thinking as I think it. It’s silly, I know. A random thought here, a déjà vu there, that creepy “something out of the ... | I thought it was just a coincidence. However, the moment I thought that, the hooded man in front of me ceased lip-syncing the song playing in my head, looking somewhat agitated, as if he'd just made a terrible mistake.
On cue, however, the subway's breaks shrieked to a stop, and the man jostled his way out, ignoring t... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | Laugh at me all you want but I believe that psychics exists. I know one when I see one, and I'm pretty fucking sure I've seen plenty.
I look up at the phony subway ads placed blatantly in the public for all eyes to see.
'*Psychic Hand Reading Near You!*
'*Fortune Telling Over The Phone @ 1-800-XXX-XXX*'
I scoff. ... | I thought it was just a coincidence. However, the moment I thought that, the hooded man in front of me ceased lip-syncing the song playing in my head, looking somewhat agitated, as if he'd just made a terrible mistake.
On cue, however, the subway's breaks shrieked to a stop, and the man jostled his way out, ignoring t... | |
[WP] You've always carried the subtle, lingering fear that someone could read your mind while you were in public, but you had always written it off as a silly form of social anxiety. That is, until you spotted someone on the subway home lip-syncing the song stuck in your head. | Laugh at me all you want but I believe that psychics exists. I know one when I see one, and I'm pretty fucking sure I've seen plenty.
I look up at the phony subway ads placed blatantly in the public for all eyes to see.
'*Psychic Hand Reading Near You!*
'*Fortune Telling Over The Phone @ 1-800-XXX-XXX*'
I scoff. ... |
There’s always been just this… feeling. An odd sort of sensation, really. I don’t know how to explain it, just that it’s just been there. This sensation that someone, somewhere, just knows what I’m thinking as I think it. It’s silly, I know. A random thought here, a déjà vu there, that creepy “something out of the ... | |
[WP] Sixty years ago a Demi-God tasked you with sending anonymous packages to people on the day they were to die. These packages contained random items critical to their survival yet no context. If the recipient figured it out, they could cheat death. Today, you received your very own package. | Everyone get a package eventually.
Some receive a weapon, others a tool like a rope.
I got a phone. Considering I have a phone, I was confused.
Would I be mugged and having this particular phone to give them calm them down and allow me to live?
Would I be stabbed but since it was in my pocket it would stop the k... | *Ding Dong.* The doorbell chimes and you grimace, heaving yourself up from your recliner chair. On the third swing you get your legs under you and kick the footrest under and come unsteadily to your feet. As you step away it pops out and catches you in the shins. Cursing, you hobble to the front door and yank it violen... | |
[WP] Sixty years ago a Demi-God tasked you with sending anonymous packages to people on the day they were to die. These packages contained random items critical to their survival yet no context. If the recipient figured it out, they could cheat death. Today, you received your very own package. | Oh fuck this I’m calling him!
Hello Marvin speaking.
What the fuck is this Marvin?
What?
You send me a package! A fucking butter knife. What the fuck?
Oh hey Pete. Yeah, sorry about that. Nothing I can do about it I’m afraid.
You prick. A butter knife? How the fuck do I stop my death with a butter knife? I k... | *Ding Dong.* The doorbell chimes and you grimace, heaving yourself up from your recliner chair. On the third swing you get your legs under you and kick the footrest under and come unsteadily to your feet. As you step away it pops out and catches you in the shins. Cursing, you hobble to the front door and yank it violen... | |
[WP] Sixty years ago a Demi-God tasked you with sending anonymous packages to people on the day they were to die. These packages contained random items critical to their survival yet no context. If the recipient figured it out, they could cheat death. Today, you received your very own package. | Oh fuck this I’m calling him!
Hello Marvin speaking.
What the fuck is this Marvin?
What?
You send me a package! A fucking butter knife. What the fuck?
Oh hey Pete. Yeah, sorry about that. Nothing I can do about it I’m afraid.
You prick. A butter knife? How the fuck do I stop my death with a butter knife? I k... | "This is it huh? Hit or miss? Guess my time has come."
I approached the packaged covered in red and green with a ribbon on top.
"What is this?"
This is different from what i use to deliver to other people. Its a lot bigger than i anticipated, a lot bulkier.
I just stood there, unable to move. Am i really going to die?... | |
[WP] Humanity has developed a trade off: stay 25 forever but become sterile, or age until you die and be able to have children. | Everyone was given a year to decide. At 25 you could decide to live forever at the cost of children, or live on and bring up a family with the consequence of death.
Rosemary stared at the clock, at 8am she had to go and present herself at the Life Centre. She had spent the last 364 days deciding whether she wanted to... | 25th December 3018
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To whomever will be left to read this.
Maybe in a hundred years we won't even celebrate the birth of Christ but the birth of the last child.
My name is X and I am one of the potents. Nowadays the number of humans able to have children is in continuing to diminish. Forever life exist... | |
[WP] "Your city needs you," says the mayor, on bended knees begging for your help. "Please, you're our only hope." Only hope? Did everyone forget that you're the super-villain? | I smiled and chuckled at his helpless words. Just last week I had my mugshot taken and now I had the mayor prostrating before me. It felt pretty good, as if there were some kind of justice in this world. I scoffed at him, "my city needs me? I'm your only hope? What's in it for me?"
"A pardo-"
"Say no more, I'll do it... | The mayor looked desperate. The sad, sullen kind of desperate that I so badly empathized with. The kind of desperate that brought men with power to their knees in an instant.
I frowned behind my mask.
"Please, Clockwork Prince, he's tearing people apart. Your Gift is the only thing that can get close. He's some kind ... | |
[WP] "Your city needs you," says the mayor, on bended knees begging for your help. "Please, you're our only hope." Only hope? Did everyone forget that you're the super-villain? | I smiled and chuckled at his helpless words. Just last week I had my mugshot taken and now I had the mayor prostrating before me. It felt pretty good, as if there were some kind of justice in this world. I scoffed at him, "my city needs me? I'm your only hope? What's in it for me?"
"A pardo-"
"Say no more, I'll do it... | She must take me for a fool. How dare she even come here after all I have been through because of them. “So, I am to rise up and fight the righteous battles for the city that cast me out? I am to forget the pain and humiliation given to me at the hands of him and your people to save you all and for what? Out of the kin... | |
[WP] The Solar system is a machine built by an ancient race, a prison meant to restrict the one in its center. After billions of years, the machine is breaking down and its prisoner is gaining their powers back. The Sun awakens. | It was an ordinary day, otherwise. People were milling about, acting as normal. Being oblivious as I was, I wasn't the first to notice it. Probably one of the last, honestly, too caught up in the messages on my phone and the weight of my backpack heavy on my shoulders. I was texting my girlfriend, telling her that I lo... | Captain Roop Cornelis emerged from the depths of his tiring ship to a round of emotional applause. Half the crew gazed back in awe at the man who had just steered them towards their largest feat yet - the Jupiter evacuation. Eerie silences filled in the spaces where past members once stood, the valiant Duchesses of Dar... | |
[WP] The Solar system is a machine built by an ancient race, a prison meant to restrict the one in its center. After billions of years, the machine is breaking down and its prisoner is gaining their powers back. The Sun awakens. | The creaking is shouting loudly throughout. The gears had not been oiled for centuries. We had been waiting for the shipment to arrive. But it has still yet to come.
For the past several years the stretching of metal has been a sound to live with. We surely await our doom. We work overtime everyday to keep the prison... | Captain Roop Cornelis emerged from the depths of his tiring ship to a round of emotional applause. Half the crew gazed back in awe at the man who had just steered them towards their largest feat yet - the Jupiter evacuation. Eerie silences filled in the spaces where past members once stood, the valiant Duchesses of Dar... | |
[WP] The Solar system is a machine built by an ancient race, a prison meant to restrict the one in its center. After billions of years, the machine is breaking down and its prisoner is gaining their powers back. The Sun awakens. | **Date April 23rd, 2655** *in orbit of Sol, research station Alpha-001.*
"What developments have been noted Chief?" asks Admiral Nachev.
"Sir, energy output continues to surge. We predict the star will go supernova in less than thirty-six hours," Chief Bashir responds, obviously flustered.
The Admiral sighs deeply... | Captain Roop Cornelis emerged from the depths of his tiring ship to a round of emotional applause. Half the crew gazed back in awe at the man who had just steered them towards their largest feat yet - the Jupiter evacuation. Eerie silences filled in the spaces where past members once stood, the valiant Duchesses of Dar... | |
[WP] The Solar system is a machine built by an ancient race, a prison meant to restrict the one in its center. After billions of years, the machine is breaking down and its prisoner is gaining their powers back. The Sun awakens. | **Date April 23rd, 2655** *in orbit of Sol, research station Alpha-001.*
"What developments have been noted Chief?" asks Admiral Nachev.
"Sir, energy output continues to surge. We predict the star will go supernova in less than thirty-six hours," Chief Bashir responds, obviously flustered.
The Admiral sighs deeply... | It was an ordinary day, otherwise. People were milling about, acting as normal. Being oblivious as I was, I wasn't the first to notice it. Probably one of the last, honestly, too caught up in the messages on my phone and the weight of my backpack heavy on my shoulders. I was texting my girlfriend, telling her that I lo... | |
[WP] The Solar system is a machine built by an ancient race, a prison meant to restrict the one in its center. After billions of years, the machine is breaking down and its prisoner is gaining their powers back. The Sun awakens. | **Date April 23rd, 2655** *in orbit of Sol, research station Alpha-001.*
"What developments have been noted Chief?" asks Admiral Nachev.
"Sir, energy output continues to surge. We predict the star will go supernova in less than thirty-six hours," Chief Bashir responds, obviously flustered.
The Admiral sighs deeply... | The creaking is shouting loudly throughout. The gears had not been oiled for centuries. We had been waiting for the shipment to arrive. But it has still yet to come.
For the past several years the stretching of metal has been a sound to live with. We surely await our doom. We work overtime everyday to keep the prison... | |
[WP] You have the ever useful ability to respawn when you die. Unfortunately, your corpse does not dissapear so you have become a master at hiding your deaths. Unluckily, the latest death of yours was quite well documented. | "Dude I told you it wouldn't come out. I honestly don't care anymore, just wrap it and write this off as masochism or something." Carlos still had a lot to learn.
"But...this is like, gallons." He said as he grimaced at my couch.
"Do you value this relationship, Carlos?"
"Yeah, your real life Deadpool, sort of... | 30 years to the day, someone found a genie and wished life was more like a game. Life on earth changed. Everyone gained three lives. Death tolls rose among young teens and kids that lived too recklessly and the world population was halved in a matter of months. You could always gain more lives, whether through personal... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Honestly, until this moment, the hardest part about having this superpower was making sure no one knew about it. As far as anyone knew, I just was a master strategist, and a ridiculously good fighter. If anyone knew that going to sleep made a checkpoint I could respawn at if I died, the magic would be gone, and villain... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Time.
Time is a funny, fickle, and ultimately, cruel thing. It can push you forward, it can slow you down and apparently it can damn you for an eternity for messing with its innards.
The bargain I made was a devilish one, that much was true. I wanted the power to crush my enemies and, if I were ever bested, the chanc... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Eight minutes thirty two seconds. Josh just needed to find a way to inject the compound before his time was up.
Eight years of research and two years constantly reliving his last day alive had pushed him to the breaking point of his sanity but finally he had what he needed.
He rummaged around through the storage roo... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | 5 years. I estimate I relived the same day for around 5 years, although there's no way to be certain. Used to be that my power was a gift, but now at the end of my natural life, it has turned sour. As if every time I rewound out of a lethal situation was recorded by some cosmic hand, and I was repaid in full amount. Th... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | “Aaaaawwwwwwww shit.”
Turning away from the bathroom mirror, George shuffled himself around in a circle, an old wooden cane being the only thing that allowed him even this limited movement.
“MaaaAAAAARRGGEE!” he bellowed, lips puckering due to a lack of dentures. “It happened again!”
From the other room over he hear... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | It is here, in the painfully ironic twilight of my life, that I wake up once again to face my death. We've met countless times before, death and I, and though I do not have the scars to prove it, the memory of every last breath I've taken remains. I close my eyes and count the slowing beats of my heart. I think as hard... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | It's like a hiccup, maybe a sneeze.
No, that's stupid.
It's like . . . Christ . . . It's like the last 5 seconds of a hand-job, that moment of no return.
Ha, yeah, no, no I have it; it's like a no-budget porn where a woman I've wanted forever sneaks up on me and wraps her hand around my cock out of the blue. No rhy... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | 7:00:00 AM, Tuesday.
I got up, I did the usual morning routine of getting up and convincing myself it was worth trying “today.” What even is “today” anymore? Both “tomorrow” and “yesterday”, but not quite “the next day.” I force myself a few steps out of my small room at the retirement home. The nurse notices me, as ... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Damn it. I knew I should have thrown away that lamp when I came across it. When the genie first appeared, I thought my greatest wish - immortality - was finally about to be granted. Unfortunately, the genie was bound by a million rules. I couldn't ask to live forever. I couldn't even ask to extend my life. It took me a... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | I wake to the sound of moaning and despair. I lay in this bed looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. I panic.
I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what that sound came from. I don’t know why I’m here.
“My name is...”
Nothing comes to mind.
It now become apparent to me that I’m in some sort of hospital room. I look a... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. |
The sounds began to leak in, slowly at first, but gradually growing louder until settling into the soft humdrum and mumble of the environment. First, the oxygen concentrator, with the slow and steady inflation and deflation of the pumps that provided air to his old and failing lungs. Once, those lungs were powerful... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | First, you must be wandering, how does one realize that they could rewind time upon death, and of all things, decided to use that to fight crime?
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It happened by chance. Years ago, I was a police detective. I had a dream, a wild dream, where I remembered being chasing a gangster into a warehouse, then lou... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Nine thousand, nine hundred ninety eight.
That's how many trips through my last day I have taken.
In my youth, I died in a car crash. My father tried to take me in a drunk rage after he lost a custody battle. He didn't see the sedan backing out of the perfect, cookie cutter driveway. The perfect family was torn asund... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | It has been many years since I have been able to fear death. In truth, I now welcome death to come and find me and bring me eternal peace. I have grown tired of having death find those I love before finally coming to me.
I have died many times, I remember the pain of each death. But nothing will ever compare to the em... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | "Why? Why won't you end this?"
In youthful days the old man laying on his sickbed had been known by many names. He had been known as Gehrn Stormblade, Gehrn the Mighty, Titanslayer, Savior of Barrowglen. But he lay there now as no more than who he had been born as: Gehrn of Windwhistle Valley. A miner's son who had ma... | Boundaries are where the action is. Beaches, borders, dusk, dawn, the brown paper of a mysterious parcel. Some demarcations are sturdy and clear, like the threshold of an old house, raised against the mud and the rain. Some are more nebulous.
I have been looping now for what feels like several lifetimes. It is imposs... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Honestly, until this moment, the hardest part about having this superpower was making sure no one knew about it. As far as anyone knew, I just was a master strategist, and a ridiculously good fighter. If anyone knew that going to sleep made a checkpoint I could respawn at if I died, the magic would be gone, and villain... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Time.
Time is a funny, fickle, and ultimately, cruel thing. It can push you forward, it can slow you down and apparently it can damn you for an eternity for messing with its innards.
The bargain I made was a devilish one, that much was true. I wanted the power to crush my enemies and, if I were ever bested, the chanc... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Eight minutes thirty two seconds. Josh just needed to find a way to inject the compound before his time was up.
Eight years of research and two years constantly reliving his last day alive had pushed him to the breaking point of his sanity but finally he had what he needed.
He rummaged around through the storage roo... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | 5 years. I estimate I relived the same day for around 5 years, although there's no way to be certain. Used to be that my power was a gift, but now at the end of my natural life, it has turned sour. As if every time I rewound out of a lethal situation was recorded by some cosmic hand, and I was repaid in full amount. Th... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | “Aaaaawwwwwwww shit.”
Turning away from the bathroom mirror, George shuffled himself around in a circle, an old wooden cane being the only thing that allowed him even this limited movement.
“MaaaAAAAARRGGEE!” he bellowed, lips puckering due to a lack of dentures. “It happened again!”
From the other room over he hear... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | It is here, in the painfully ironic twilight of my life, that I wake up once again to face my death. We've met countless times before, death and I, and though I do not have the scars to prove it, the memory of every last breath I've taken remains. I close my eyes and count the slowing beats of my heart. I think as hard... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | It's like a hiccup, maybe a sneeze.
No, that's stupid.
It's like . . . Christ . . . It's like the last 5 seconds of a hand-job, that moment of no return.
Ha, yeah, no, no I have it; it's like a no-budget porn where a woman I've wanted forever sneaks up on me and wraps her hand around my cock out of the blue. No rhy... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | 7:00:00 AM, Tuesday.
I got up, I did the usual morning routine of getting up and convincing myself it was worth trying “today.” What even is “today” anymore? Both “tomorrow” and “yesterday”, but not quite “the next day.” I force myself a few steps out of my small room at the retirement home. The nurse notices me, as ... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Damn it. I knew I should have thrown away that lamp when I came across it. When the genie first appeared, I thought my greatest wish - immortality - was finally about to be granted. Unfortunately, the genie was bound by a million rules. I couldn't ask to live forever. I couldn't even ask to extend my life. It took me a... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. |
The sounds began to leak in, slowly at first, but gradually growing louder until settling into the soft humdrum and mumble of the environment. First, the oxygen concentrator, with the slow and steady inflation and deflation of the pumps that provided air to his old and failing lungs. Once, those lungs were powerful... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | First, you must be wandering, how does one realize that they could rewind time upon death, and of all things, decided to use that to fight crime?
​
It happened by chance. Years ago, I was a police detective. I had a dream, a wild dream, where I remembered being chasing a gangster into a warehouse, then lou... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Nine thousand, nine hundred ninety eight.
That's how many trips through my last day I have taken.
In my youth, I died in a car crash. My father tried to take me in a drunk rage after he lost a custody battle. He didn't see the sedan backing out of the perfect, cookie cutter driveway. The perfect family was torn asund... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | "Why? Why won't you end this?"
In youthful days the old man laying on his sickbed had been known by many names. He had been known as Gehrn Stormblade, Gehrn the Mighty, Titanslayer, Savior of Barrowglen. But he lay there now as no more than who he had been born as: Gehrn of Windwhistle Valley. A miner's son who had ma... | **Y’all won’t write a story so guess who’s dipping their dirt caked toes into this fountain of inspiration?**
A clock has never ticked with any meaning, nor has its measurements ever felt accurate. What is a second to a man that can never pass through time? I lay in my home, a man of 97, surrounded by those who claim ... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Damn it. I knew I should have thrown away that lamp when I came across it. When the genie first appeared, I thought my greatest wish - immortality - was finally about to be granted. Unfortunately, the genie was bound by a million rules. I couldn't ask to live forever. I couldn't even ask to extend my life. It took me a... | I knew how the order was going to go...
First would be the jello, then a tiny amount of pudding, and then the cracker. The damn cracker.
Each and every time the nurse would forget the water. The jello would go down first, then the pudding, and once the cracker came the dryness would cause it to get lodged in my t... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | It is here, in the painfully ironic twilight of my life, that I wake up once again to face my death. We've met countless times before, death and I, and though I do not have the scars to prove it, the memory of every last breath I've taken remains. I close my eyes and count the slowing beats of my heart. I think as hard... | Honestly, until this moment, the hardest part about having this superpower was making sure no one knew about it. As far as anyone knew, I just was a master strategist, and a ridiculously good fighter. If anyone knew that going to sleep made a checkpoint I could respawn at if I died, the magic would be gone, and villain... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Damn it. I knew I should have thrown away that lamp when I came across it. When the genie first appeared, I thought my greatest wish - immortality - was finally about to be granted. Unfortunately, the genie was bound by a million rules. I couldn't ask to live forever. I couldn't even ask to extend my life. It took me a... | Honestly, until this moment, the hardest part about having this superpower was making sure no one knew about it. As far as anyone knew, I just was a master strategist, and a ridiculously good fighter. If anyone knew that going to sleep made a checkpoint I could respawn at if I died, the magic would be gone, and villain... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | “Aaaaawwwwwwww shit.”
Turning away from the bathroom mirror, George shuffled himself around in a circle, an old wooden cane being the only thing that allowed him even this limited movement.
“MaaaAAAAARRGGEE!” he bellowed, lips puckering due to a lack of dentures. “It happened again!”
From the other room over he hear... | Time.
Time is a funny, fickle, and ultimately, cruel thing. It can push you forward, it can slow you down and apparently it can damn you for an eternity for messing with its innards.
The bargain I made was a devilish one, that much was true. I wanted the power to crush my enemies and, if I were ever bested, the chanc... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | It is here, in the painfully ironic twilight of my life, that I wake up once again to face my death. We've met countless times before, death and I, and though I do not have the scars to prove it, the memory of every last breath I've taken remains. I close my eyes and count the slowing beats of my heart. I think as hard... | Time.
Time is a funny, fickle, and ultimately, cruel thing. It can push you forward, it can slow you down and apparently it can damn you for an eternity for messing with its innards.
The bargain I made was a devilish one, that much was true. I wanted the power to crush my enemies and, if I were ever bested, the chanc... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | Damn it. I knew I should have thrown away that lamp when I came across it. When the genie first appeared, I thought my greatest wish - immortality - was finally about to be granted. Unfortunately, the genie was bound by a million rules. I couldn't ask to live forever. I couldn't even ask to extend my life. It took me a... | Time.
Time is a funny, fickle, and ultimately, cruel thing. It can push you forward, it can slow you down and apparently it can damn you for an eternity for messing with its innards.
The bargain I made was a devilish one, that much was true. I wanted the power to crush my enemies and, if I were ever bested, the chanc... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. |
The sounds began to leak in, slowly at first, but gradually growing louder until settling into the soft humdrum and mumble of the environment. First, the oxygen concentrator, with the slow and steady inflation and deflation of the pumps that provided air to his old and failing lungs. Once, those lungs were powerful... | Time.
Time is a funny, fickle, and ultimately, cruel thing. It can push you forward, it can slow you down and apparently it can damn you for an eternity for messing with its innards.
The bargain I made was a devilish one, that much was true. I wanted the power to crush my enemies and, if I were ever bested, the chanc... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | “Aaaaawwwwwwww shit.”
Turning away from the bathroom mirror, George shuffled himself around in a circle, an old wooden cane being the only thing that allowed him even this limited movement.
“MaaaAAAAARRGGEE!” he bellowed, lips puckering due to a lack of dentures. “It happened again!”
From the other room over he hear... | Eight minutes thirty two seconds. Josh just needed to find a way to inject the compound before his time was up.
Eight years of research and two years constantly reliving his last day alive had pushed him to the breaking point of his sanity but finally he had what he needed.
He rummaged around through the storage roo... | |
[WP] You were once an unbeatable hero. Your secret? Every time you died, time rewound itself for you to alter your future. You are now 97 years of age. Constantly looping over your last day before dying of old age. You have been searching for a way to break this curse for over a decade. | It is here, in the painfully ironic twilight of my life, that I wake up once again to face my death. We've met countless times before, death and I, and though I do not have the scars to prove it, the memory of every last breath I've taken remains. I close my eyes and count the slowing beats of my heart. I think as hard... | Eight minutes thirty two seconds. Josh just needed to find a way to inject the compound before his time was up.
Eight years of research and two years constantly reliving his last day alive had pushed him to the breaking point of his sanity but finally he had what he needed.
He rummaged around through the storage roo... |
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