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[WP] you were betrayed by the ones you called friends. they sacrificed you in a satanic ritual during an outing. however, you were taken by things older than you thought possible. empowered by them, you return as their agent in a war that scales eons and worlds beyond. but first, your revenge. | The sharp scent of too much fresh peppermint woke Jared. He sat up in a panic; his last memory was struggling against his friends. He thought Mundo and Eric were his friends up until the moment they stabbed his heart with an obsidian dagger. As he took his last breaths, Jared felt them using the blade on his arm. He hu... | Ashes of the Spirit - Part I
Getting backstabbed hurt a lot emotionally but it is even worse when the knife punctured your rib cage into your lung.
I never got along with most people, sometimes it was because of my social anxiety, a lack of common interests but it was mainly due to my lack of social skill. The few fr... | |
[WP] you were betrayed by the ones you called friends. they sacrificed you in a satanic ritual during an outing. however, you were taken by things older than you thought possible. empowered by them, you return as their agent in a war that scales eons and worlds beyond. but first, your revenge. | "Jenny."
She's at some playground watching three screaming, filthy kids. We're sitting on the bench, and she frowns.
She looks at me, and pales a little.
"I-I'm sorry, do I know you?"
I smile.
"We played a game on the beach... You and me and your friends. Don't you remember?“
She looks scared. Really scared. I... | Ashes of the Spirit - Part I
Getting backstabbed hurt a lot emotionally but it is even worse when the knife punctured your rib cage into your lung.
I never got along with most people, sometimes it was because of my social anxiety, a lack of common interests but it was mainly due to my lack of social skill. The few fr... | |
[WP] you were betrayed by the ones you called friends. they sacrificed you in a satanic ritual during an outing. however, you were taken by things older than you thought possible. empowered by them, you return as their agent in a war that scales eons and worlds beyond. but first, your revenge. | Six feet under isn't so deep when you've got friends like mine.
Asshole friends. The kind of friends who'll convince you you're just gonna go do some weird artsy Instagram shit in the woods: make bonfires, string up animal bones, get drunk while they do their weird chants.
*Come on, Roxie,* they said. *You'll have s... | There are creatures in this universe, born in the most dreadful corners of reality. Things with hearts black as coal, with souls like ice, and minds burning with hatred. Those were the things I was sacrificed to. Those were the things, the hellish, satanic, things, that I was killed to appease. People I had considered ... | |
[WP] All your life You have been tormented by a demon, he follows you anywhere you go and makes your life a living hell. Last night you moved to a new house full of ghosts and other scary entities who try to terrify you, your demon won’t allow anyone else to bother you.. | The value of a house changes over time.
Newly built houses are full of promise. As they age, they carry with them the residue and history of people's hopes, joys, sadnesses and angers. All of these feelings blend together over time into a genre feeling of 'hominess.' Houses that are well-loved tend to attract lovin... | "GET OUuuuuT!" A male voice wailed as Jasper set his first box down. He'd visited the house on several occasions during the purchase process; each visit left him feeling vaguely uneasy. It seemed the house decided Jasper bringing in his first set of belongings was too much of an intrusion. The mid-30s man chuckled to h... | |
[deleted] | [WP] Your tech-illiterate mother is absolutely insane with the desire for a grandbaby, so she signed you up with "Otherworldly Dating Services" mistaking it for "online" dating service. You give in to her pleading and decide to go on a few dates just to shut her up. | My mother is a complex woman. She hasn't heard a single thing anyone has said to her in the past 10 years, not because she is hard of hearing, but because her mind filters pretty much everything out that doesn't fit into her narrative. She doesn't listen when you tell her not to install obvious malware, and as of such ... | Looking back at the profile she made, I briefly scanned the details, skimming what I knew and went straight to the description. "And upbeat, cheerful girl, ready to brighten your darkness." Sweet way to describe a bipolar with major depression girl. Moms always see our best, huh?
If this otherworldly thing isn't a sc... |
[deleted] | [WP] Your tech-illiterate mother is absolutely insane with the desire for a grandbaby, so she signed you up with "Otherworldly Dating Services" mistaking it for "online" dating service. You give in to her pleading and decide to go on a few dates just to shut her up. | My mother is a complex woman. She hasn't heard a single thing anyone has said to her in the past 10 years, not because she is hard of hearing, but because her mind filters pretty much everything out that doesn't fit into her narrative. She doesn't listen when you tell her not to install obvious malware, and as of such ... | “Mom, what the fuck?!” I screamed at my mom as she showed me that she signed me up for some otherworldy dating service called ‘Musume Daters’, mistaking it for an online service.
“Come on James, you know that I want a grandchild! This is the perfect chance for that and besides, 4 girls have already sent chat requests!... |
[WP] Dogs are afraid of thunder because they know the truth about the beasts that make those terrible sounds. |
“Quiet Rover!” Masters voice, it calms me slightly, but I can still feel my hair stand on end. The black sky boils, dark clouds roll over one another in that chaotic tumult that precedes It. The master cannot hear it, or doesn’t care, He never seems to care about the beast in the blackness. I hear it though, hear a... | It's coming.
I wish I had more time. I wish we had more time.
But the dark ominous clouds above me with its deluge of rain gave me little hope.
Normally a thunderstorm wouldn't 'cause this old dog to worry. I'd ride it out snuggled against the little ones on the couch. Watching them fall sleep to another one of th... | |
[WP] Dogs are afraid of thunder because they know the truth about the beasts that make those terrible sounds. |
“Quiet Rover!” Masters voice, it calms me slightly, but I can still feel my hair stand on end. The black sky boils, dark clouds roll over one another in that chaotic tumult that precedes It. The master cannot hear it, or doesn’t care, He never seems to care about the beast in the blackness. I hear it though, hear a... | Eddie sat on his lazy boy watching TV when the power went out. It wasn’t unusual for a storm to do that around where Eddie lived. Although, it was unusual for these storms to be happening so frequently.
This past month there had been a total of six thunder storms, which was strange. Eddie couldn’t remember the last ti... | |
[WP] You have just arrived at your first SPA (Superpowers Anonymous) meeting. Its a support group to help people deal with embarrassing powers or incredibly deadly supervillain-like powers . | "Hi my name Is Carl, and I'm gifted"
"Hi Carl"
"Hi"
"Hey"
"Hi Carl"
"I got my powers when I was really young. Like really young around 5. My parents weren't bad people or even abusive but they had their problems and when you give a upset 5 year old abilities it give you alot of weight. Number of years went by and ... | As I walk through the door I wonder how I let my mother talk me into this. There is a woman who is in the middle of telling her story. I take the nearest seat and sit down as quietly as possible, but of course some people glare at me. They must have super hearing.
"My life is pointless. Everyone I have ever loved is n... | |
[WP] “The scariest monster doesn’t have fangs or claws. No, the scariest monster has the face of a friend.” | First time writer, probably have a lot of errors. please don't over criticize
“You know I’ve always have been fascinated with horror movies.” The clock on wall ticks, echoing with the silent room. “growing up me and my sister would always stay up late watching all kinds genres.”
“A big giant alien with venom runn... | It’s called a Bogart. Nasty fuckers they possess a semi psychic, semi shapeshifting power that blends themselves into crowds.
They also use a more active version of this power to hunt. They tune in to a specific human’s mental patterns and then it gets weird.
They take on the face of that persons friend or loved o... | |
Just something that occurred to me while playing God of War and how Odin might've inadvertently selected for the most reckless and shittiest warrior because of his soul collecting policy. | [WP] Everybody talks about Odin the All-Father, and how he collects the souls that perished in battle to Valhalla to serve as warriors. Nobody talks about his brother, Nido, and how he collects the souls of those that triumphs in battle and live until they die of old age. | "How did we even THINK that he would get it?" The two ravens perched sullenly next to each other on a scraggly tree in the desolate wasteland, avoiding eye contact. Freezing sleet whipped around the two, shaking the branches like restless skeletons, but it could not cool their shame.
After a long pause, Huginn rustled... | "My brother." The Lord of the Defiance began, looking at his warriors. "Odin... when he drank from Ysmir's well he damned himself to Fate."
Many of the newer memebers of his legions looked confused. They had only known the basis of Nido's philosophy, but many believed in Fate.
Nido did as well... he had been there, ... |
Just something that occurred to me while playing God of War and how Odin might've inadvertently selected for the most reckless and shittiest warrior because of his soul collecting policy. | [WP] Everybody talks about Odin the All-Father, and how he collects the souls that perished in battle to Valhalla to serve as warriors. Nobody talks about his brother, Nido, and how he collects the souls of those that triumphs in battle and live until they die of old age. | The void was warmer than Skjall had expected.
He had been comfortable in his final days, taking his last breath surrounded by somber children and playful grandchildren. Their innocence was refreshing to the old viking; they had never experienced a raid, and their bright smiles filled his ebbing heart with pride. He ha... | Tareff gazed up at his grandfather, who lay on a small hospital bed, weak, white-haired, and wheezy, his large, dark eyes widened in concern, while his mother held his hand in her own, shaking with sobs. Tareff, however, was not crying.
He understood the situation full well, and yet, young though he was, he understoo... |
Just something that occurred to me while playing God of War and how Odin might've inadvertently selected for the most reckless and shittiest warrior because of his soul collecting policy. | [WP] Everybody talks about Odin the All-Father, and how he collects the souls that perished in battle to Valhalla to serve as warriors. Nobody talks about his brother, Nido, and how he collects the souls of those that triumphs in battle and live until they die of old age. | The void was warmer than Skjall had expected.
He had been comfortable in his final days, taking his last breath surrounded by somber children and playful grandchildren. Their innocence was refreshing to the old viking; they had never experienced a raid, and their bright smiles filled his ebbing heart with pride. He ha... | "Nido is a little bitch," the All-father mumbles as if having a bit of a debate with himself.
"Excuse me, ole father-of-men?" Olga was shocked to hear Odin speak so horribly about his little brother. The one-eyed god was drunk, though, that was obvious, so maybe it was forgivable.
"Nevermind Olga, my problems are not... |
[WP]You are an immortal king, having ruled your nation for three hundred years through both strife and peace. But your once loyal subjects wants something new, free elections, freedom of expression, and equality. You are uncertain how to deal with this, since you'd rather not hurt your subjects. | "Do you think it's best?" I was never one to put myself above my people, after a few hundred years you truly begin to love them, I admit when I thought my time on the Earth was limited, I was more harsh, wanting to engrave my name in the history books during my limited time, but once I learned that death had no interes... | 'Youre sure about this?'
'Yes your immortalness, we are sure'
'I realize you clever clogs have had a lot of time to think this through, but youve actually met the average person... right...?'
'We believe that a democratic process will provide the greatest increase to living standards across the board'
I look deep i... | |
[WP] A librarian notices small changes in patrons who check out a century-old book. | I noticed him as soon as he came in to the library. He was dressed rather peculiarly for someone his age and carried himself with a frantic exasperation.
"Can I help you look for something?" I said as he frantically paced the aisles of our non-fiction section.
He seemed startled that I noticed him at all and the sta... | I remember her. She had such precious brown hair. Her bright green eyes brimmed with passion and curiosity. It’s odd, you always seem to notice the smallest of changes in the most random of people. She would often come to the library, not often enough for me to remember her name, but just enough to where I’d recognize ... | |
[WP] When you die in a dream, you die for real. Hundreds die in their sleep around the world, every day. Except you. You should have died, but instead you fell into a coma. Asleep forever. You can now travel into other people's dreams, where you try to save as many lives as you can. | The room around me was wall-to-wall with tiny window-like screens, barely five inches all around. I rubbed my eyes, staring around at the endless movement, my heart pounding. I could hear the whirring sound of computer fans but otherwise was standing in complete silence.
Was this some kind of control room? A security ... | Festering light crept through the blinds, blinding me and I awoke eased, let me escape once more into my dreams, and a dreamless death I hoped for, my eyes hoisted high and I perceived the light, and I welcomed it, and each morning my mother would leave the door crept open, and each morning she would peer through it, ... | |
[WP] When you die in a dream, you die for real. Hundreds die in their sleep around the world, every day. Except you. You should have died, but instead you fell into a coma. Asleep forever. You can now travel into other people's dreams, where you try to save as many lives as you can. | In this world, the clouds were sheep.
For as far as I could see in this world there were sheep. Fluffy white sheep everywhere.The skies were blue, and the grass was green and for as far as I could see in this world there were sheep.
I exhaled a sigh of relief, for I was at last given a moment of respite amidst th... | Festering light crept through the blinds, blinding me and I awoke eased, let me escape once more into my dreams, and a dreamless death I hoped for, my eyes hoisted high and I perceived the light, and I welcomed it, and each morning my mother would leave the door crept open, and each morning she would peer through it, ... | |
[WP] When you die in a dream, you die for real. Hundreds die in their sleep around the world, every day. Except you. You should have died, but instead you fell into a coma. Asleep forever. You can now travel into other people's dreams, where you try to save as many lives as you can. | In this world, the clouds were sheep.
For as far as I could see in this world there were sheep. Fluffy white sheep everywhere.The skies were blue, and the grass was green and for as far as I could see in this world there were sheep.
I exhaled a sigh of relief, for I was at last given a moment of respite amidst th... | Sandy was walking along the road on a street with dreary grey apartment buildings lined up next to it. It was thundering and Sandy ran to a shade as the weather turned into a hailstorm.
He heard his wrist watch go off which made him look at his elbow mindlessly.
He couldn't read what was written, He was dreaming ag... | |
[WP] When you die in a dream, you die for real. Hundreds die in their sleep around the world, every day. Except you. You should have died, but instead you fell into a coma. Asleep forever. You can now travel into other people's dreams, where you try to save as many lives as you can. | In this world, the clouds were sheep.
For as far as I could see in this world there were sheep. Fluffy white sheep everywhere.The skies were blue, and the grass was green and for as far as I could see in this world there were sheep.
I exhaled a sigh of relief, for I was at last given a moment of respite amidst th... | The room around me was wall-to-wall with tiny window-like screens, barely five inches all around. I rubbed my eyes, staring around at the endless movement, my heart pounding. I could hear the whirring sound of computer fans but otherwise was standing in complete silence.
Was this some kind of control room? A security ... | |
[WP] When you die in a dream, you die for real. Hundreds die in their sleep around the world, every day. Except you. You should have died, but instead you fell into a coma. Asleep forever. You can now travel into other people's dreams, where you try to save as many lives as you can. | In this world, the clouds were sheep.
For as far as I could see in this world there were sheep. Fluffy white sheep everywhere.The skies were blue, and the grass was green and for as far as I could see in this world there were sheep.
I exhaled a sigh of relief, for I was at last given a moment of respite amidst th... | I explode into Brianna's dream.
She gasps as our consciousnesses tether, dousing her synapses with frigid electricity.
The Dallas Flayer smiles at me as I step into the room. "You're too late," he says. "Her skin is mine. There's nothing you can do for her."
He pulls his knife from Brianna's thigh.
She releases a... | |
[WP] You've cobbled your superpowers together by purchasing antique powers for cheap at the flea market, when others usually shop for powers at retail stores. One day, you come across a forbidden power that's available for only $0.50 | About five hundred years ago, the world was gifted with treasures that people can only describe as magic. Nobody was sure where these items came from. Many people believed it was a gift of god and some believed it was dropped from a higher dimension. These treasures had to be excavated from different parts of the world... | So, I have been down the road of being a Super-powered Hero, long before one could reliably purchase powers up from Sears. Yep, they came back from bankruptcy with it. Charging top dollars once they discovered the ability to clone and package them. Want to fly to work? Great! Along with other impossible things. Of cour... | |
[WP] You've cobbled your superpowers together by purchasing antique powers for cheap at the flea market, when others usually shop for powers at retail stores. One day, you come across a forbidden power that's available for only $0.50 | 50 cents. Cheapest power I've ever seen, but looking at it now I know why.
See, in this age of S Class heroes and supervillains with indescribable abilities, and cities that get built and destroyed in mere months, there are still certain things that should not be trifled with.
This was one of them.
"One of a kind," ... | "Take a dollar, buy anything you want," says the small, dark-haired boy’s father as he slips Jason a one.
"Thanks dad! You're the best," he says as he runs off with a bright smile.
The little boy wanders around the power flea market, seeing dozens of abilities he's never seen before, that are sadly not in his price r... | |
[WP] You've cobbled your superpowers together by purchasing antique powers for cheap at the flea market, when others usually shop for powers at retail stores. One day, you come across a forbidden power that's available for only $0.50 | 50 cents. Cheapest power I've ever seen, but looking at it now I know why.
See, in this age of S Class heroes and supervillains with indescribable abilities, and cities that get built and destroyed in mere months, there are still certain things that should not be trifled with.
This was one of them.
"One of a kind," ... | I do a double take as I cannot believe my luck. A "forbidden power" is only fifty cents! I fish around in my pocket and find a dollar bill. I go to hand it to the vendor but the old man says gruffly, "I don't have any change."
I sigh and use my materialize pennies ability to conjure up fifty pennies. The problem is th... | |
[WP] Your teacher conducted an outdoor math experiment about the probability of taking an exact picture of a lightning strike hitting the ground and see how many students got the perfect picture. Nobody but you seems to notice that the teacher summoned a lightning strike. | "I could not believe my own two eyes! Sparks!"
It was another boring afternoon in high-school. Mr. Kentworth's applied mathematics class, lesson number 5 "Probability". I was bored out of my mind when he anounced that we will go out for an experiment. "Out? In the pouring rain? Oh great!" I tell to myself. "Let... | It was just another day, or so I thought, everything was normal, aside from the unusually stormy weather. I talked with Edwin, gazed at the girl of my dreams, and went to class. The day passed as another boring one, then came the last period. Mr Pierce was early, as always. There was the familiar sound of our chairs be... | |
[WP] Your teacher conducted an outdoor math experiment about the probability of taking an exact picture of a lightning strike hitting the ground and see how many students got the perfect picture. Nobody but you seems to notice that the teacher summoned a lightning strike. | Mrs. Kenworth is everyone's favorite teacher. She is not too strict or too lax. Not too extroverted or ignorant of her students. She always walks in the room with a smile, and is happy, but she has never once shown her teeth. Mrs. Kenworth is a math teacher. More importantly, she's my math teacher. Under this completel... | It was just another day, or so I thought, everything was normal, aside from the unusually stormy weather. I talked with Edwin, gazed at the girl of my dreams, and went to class. The day passed as another boring one, then came the last period. Mr Pierce was early, as always. There was the familiar sound of our chairs be... | |
[WP] Your teacher conducted an outdoor math experiment about the probability of taking an exact picture of a lightning strike hitting the ground and see how many students got the perfect picture. Nobody but you seems to notice that the teacher summoned a lightning strike. | "I could not believe my own two eyes! Sparks!"
It was another boring afternoon in high-school. Mr. Kentworth's applied mathematics class, lesson number 5 "Probability". I was bored out of my mind when he anounced that we will go out for an experiment. "Out? In the pouring rain? Oh great!" I tell to myself. "Let... | “Was I going insane? Or did a summoning circle just popped on the teachers feet just then?” I watched the floor in disbelief after the image of the blue pentagram on the floor disappeared with a blink, instants later, the sound of thunder cracked my ears and my stunned stare.
“So, did anyone catch that?” The middle ag... | |
[WP] The Moon Landing goes horribly wrong as NASA unexpectedly loses contact with Apollo 11. The next day, the shuttle is found embedded in the White House, gunned down by silver arrows along with a note written in Ancient Greek saying ''Keep your trash off my property!" | Hephaestus was used to family spats. Every week there seemed to be a new argument raging in the halls of Mount Olympus and as he walked through the doors of the main throne room he saw that today's participants were none other than the Sun and Moon twins, Apollo and Artemis.
Apollo was yelping in the high pitched, gi... | "..y-you mean like that pink - pink floyd album?"
"Yes, because that's what we are talking about right now, a list of psychedelic rock albums to get high to while watching the wizard of oz in reverse."
The engineer was baffled by his apprentice's complete misread of the situation.
"Ugh, no not the pink floyd album,... | |
[WP] The Moon Landing goes horribly wrong as NASA unexpectedly loses contact with Apollo 11. The next day, the shuttle is found embedded in the White House, gunned down by silver arrows along with a note written in Ancient Greek saying ''Keep your trash off my property!" | Artemis had always loved the moon. It *was* hers, after all. Her brother, Apollo had always teased that it was only interesting because of *him,* he was the one illuminating it with the sun. Artemis tried to ignore him. It was her safe place. A relaxing spot where she could look down upon the earth. But the earth had o... | "..y-you mean like that pink - pink floyd album?"
"Yes, because that's what we are talking about right now, a list of psychedelic rock albums to get high to while watching the wizard of oz in reverse."
The engineer was baffled by his apprentice's complete misread of the situation.
"Ugh, no not the pink floyd album,... | |
[WP] The Moon Landing goes horribly wrong as NASA unexpectedly loses contact with Apollo 11. The next day, the shuttle is found embedded in the White House, gunned down by silver arrows along with a note written in Ancient Greek saying ''Keep your trash off my property!" | "Well, Mr. President, it appears we've rather accidentally awakened the wrath of the gods," the liason said with a shrug.
"What do you mean the gods? There's one god, and he doesn't fire silver arrows and dump multi-million dollar space shuttles on my damn lawn!" The president raged, pacing across the Oval Office, the... | The President watched from behind the glass. The Secret Service had argued against it, but he needed to see for himself. The message had been directed at him, after all, left on his doorstep, and he needed to have the answers first hand.
Behind the glass, the scientists worked on the arrows, analyzing them. The tec... | |
[WP] The Moon Landing goes horribly wrong as NASA unexpectedly loses contact with Apollo 11. The next day, the shuttle is found embedded in the White House, gunned down by silver arrows along with a note written in Ancient Greek saying ''Keep your trash off my property!" | "Well, Mr. President, it appears we've rather accidentally awakened the wrath of the gods," the liason said with a shrug.
"What do you mean the gods? There's one god, and he doesn't fire silver arrows and dump multi-million dollar space shuttles on my damn lawn!" The president raged, pacing across the Oval Office, the... | ''What are we going to tell the press, sir?''
''What do you think?''
He shuts the door on my face. I go back to my office to write a draft. I use collected evidence from the space shuttle to cover the story.
Someone knocks on my door.
''Come in.'' I say.
''What happened with the boss man? Why is he mad all of a su... | |
[WP] The Moon Landing goes horribly wrong as NASA unexpectedly loses contact with Apollo 11. The next day, the shuttle is found embedded in the White House, gunned down by silver arrows along with a note written in Ancient Greek saying ''Keep your trash off my property!" | Artemis sighed a breath of relief, as she finally made it back from Earth; her visit to Earth had been chaotic as usual. The moon had always been her domain, and as the humans found more ways to defile the Earth:
"Did Ares say they've figured out how to harness the *sun*? And they're using that power to *kill*?"
She... | ''What are we going to tell the press, sir?''
''What do you think?''
He shuts the door on my face. I go back to my office to write a draft. I use collected evidence from the space shuttle to cover the story.
Someone knocks on my door.
''Come in.'' I say.
''What happened with the boss man? Why is he mad all of a su... | |
[WP] You enter your veterinarian’s office for a routine checkup with your goodest boy, and notice the candle signaling someone is saying goodbye to their pet. After waiting a short while, the door opens and the nurses are carrying out a human body bag. | He watched the body bag carted out with morbid curiosity; that body bag seemed far too small for a anything approaching old age and there had been a wave of human rights sentiment over the last few years. He hadn’t really understood what all the fuss was about, but if someone was getting their tail bit off over causing... | You recant this to the news as they interview everyone there because of how sensational the story is.
“Young teen eaten by fathers snake”. Fills all the headlines.
A tearful woman sobs into the camera, “I woke up in the night. Like my mother’s intuition called to me. I knew something was wrong”. She shakes on the w... | |
[WP] You stand outside the building preparing to face your newest challenge. You touch the hilt of your sword and make sure it can be drawn easily. Today is the day you defend your thesis and you are prepared for every eventuality | *There are those that do, and those that do not.*
 
A shiver ran down my spine as those words echoed around my conciousness. They could throw whatever they wanted at me, I was prepared for every eventuality.
 
Striding meaningfully down the corridors that had been the backdrop to my life for th... | I stood before the panel, fingers dancing upon the hilt of my blade. I spoke. "The Thousand Blades of Denial *is* the penultimate swordsman technique ever created, even moreso than the famous Duke Alexander's 'Death of A Thousand Deaths'. I have a fair number of documents that would prove such..." I heard the subtle hi... | |
[WP] Magic is real. You discovered it. But all you wanted was an instant pizza. | The first time my intent had broken the barrier between mind and matter, all I had smelt was the vague but sweet aroma of freshly cooked dough.
The second time, the taste of tomato puree on my lips.
The third, disgusted at the dearth of cheese upon my delivered-disc of happiness, mozzarella had rained forth from th... | I had finally done it. After dropping out of college, taking far too much money from my parents, and staying in my apartment for days in a row, at long last I did it.
I stared at the pizza that had been just a pile of ingredients moments before. I glanced at my wand, if you could call it that. The stick that I had fou... | |
[WP] Magic is real. You discovered it. But all you wanted was an instant pizza. | The first time my intent had broken the barrier between mind and matter, all I had smelt was the vague but sweet aroma of freshly cooked dough.
The second time, the taste of tomato puree on my lips.
The third, disgusted at the dearth of cheese upon my delivered-disc of happiness, mozzarella had rained forth from th... | It all started on that fateful couch. Ethan was bored as he watched tv, having recently gotten home from his job. His creative nature led to many a thought when he was bored. This time, being mildly hungry but not motivated enough to stand, he pondered magic, and the possible things people might be doing wrong to perfo... | |
[WP] "The first 80 years goes by slow, but once everyone you love dies, the next 200 years kind of flies by." | "It is kind of freeing, you know? To have everyone who could possibly remember you die off eventually."
He took a long drag of his cigarette and peered over the rooftops basked in strawberry light from the sun. He spoke like an elderly man yet looked as if he was in his mid-30's. The journalist had tracked him down th... | Time is a fiendish thing, you know;
one foot before another –
you march along with the masses –
those first eighty years go by slow.
You will form relationships and find love;
tight integration in their lives –
forming friendships –
these things you feel undeserving of.
The time will come when all you love ... | |
[WP] "The first 80 years goes by slow, but once everyone you love dies, the next 200 years kind of flies by." | The common sentiment when wishing on stars and pennies and eyelashes is to word it wisely. Even the simplest desire can be twisted by the whims of fate. Said whims always found this rather insulting, since they always tried to follow the spirit of the wish.
However, most people didn't even know that their first wish a... | Time is a fiendish thing, you know;
one foot before another –
you march along with the masses –
those first eighty years go by slow.
You will form relationships and find love;
tight integration in their lives –
forming friendships –
these things you feel undeserving of.
The time will come when all you love ... | |
[WP] In your world a sufficiently powerful emotion can create a temporary superpower. There have been those too angry to die, fear so powerful it made the victim teleport, and self-loathing strong enough to cause shape-shifting. You are very, *very*, lonely. | There had always been stories of people doing extraordinary things with a heightened emotion.
The battle of Thermopylae became a legend because the Spartans were infuriated by the demands of the Persians. As we all know, the Persians paid a steep price for angering the small nation.
A forgotten folk tale in a small ... | [poem]
In a world where evolution might jump to a conclusion;
And DNA's rewritten daily, to much confusion;
The new gods have many tantrums these days;
You feel disconnected, alone in a maze;
The further you pull from the faces you know;
The deeper the hurt and distance will grow;
You notice your hands, beginning to gl... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | Uncle Joe... they called him 'Cotton Eye'. Two reasons for that. One, the big eyepatch he wore, a relic of younger days that he didnt talk about much. Two, he was an adventurer, of the Indiana Jones style. No one in the family knew where he was during the year, but he showed up like clockwork every Christmas, bearing g... | It was my 24th birthday. Uncle Jack was an atheist, but he had an almost divine insight into what gift I needed most each year. I’d never met him; he lived far away, my ultra religious parents said with some derision. My Mom hated Dad’s brother, Jack, with all of the fire and brimstone her faith could muster.
They... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | I always opened *his* gift first.
The typical size, I cannot say, simply because there wasn’t one. Each year was a brand new mystery, wrapped in unexceptional brown paper and fastened with white string.
They started coming when I started college, as soon as I was living on my own, once a year, at my doorstep by the c... | It was my 24th birthday. Uncle Jack was an atheist, but he had an almost divine insight into what gift I needed most each year. I’d never met him; he lived far away, my ultra religious parents said with some derision. My Mom hated Dad’s brother, Jack, with all of the fire and brimstone her faith could muster.
They... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | On my twenty first birthday, Uncle Gerry gave me a bottle of poison wrapped up in cellophane with a pink sateen bow.
It was small, and pretty, and almost innocuous. If it hadn’t had the words WARNING: CAUSES IMMEDIATE AND EXCRUCIATING DEATH written in bold letters across the front, you wouldn’t have even known it was ... | It was my 24th birthday. Uncle Jack was an atheist, but he had an almost divine insight into what gift I needed most each year. I’d never met him; he lived far away, my ultra religious parents said with some derision. My Mom hated Dad’s brother, Jack, with all of the fire and brimstone her faith could muster.
They... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | I always opened *his* gift first.
The typical size, I cannot say, simply because there wasn’t one. Each year was a brand new mystery, wrapped in unexceptional brown paper and fastened with white string.
They started coming when I started college, as soon as I was living on my own, once a year, at my doorstep by the c... | Uncle Joe... they called him 'Cotton Eye'. Two reasons for that. One, the big eyepatch he wore, a relic of younger days that he didnt talk about much. Two, he was an adventurer, of the Indiana Jones style. No one in the family knew where he was during the year, but he showed up like clockwork every Christmas, bearing g... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | On my twenty first birthday, Uncle Gerry gave me a bottle of poison wrapped up in cellophane with a pink sateen bow.
It was small, and pretty, and almost innocuous. If it hadn’t had the words WARNING: CAUSES IMMEDIATE AND EXCRUCIATING DEATH written in bold letters across the front, you wouldn’t have even known it was ... | Uncle Joe... they called him 'Cotton Eye'. Two reasons for that. One, the big eyepatch he wore, a relic of younger days that he didnt talk about much. Two, he was an adventurer, of the Indiana Jones style. No one in the family knew where he was during the year, but he showed up like clockwork every Christmas, bearing g... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | I always opened *his* gift first.
The typical size, I cannot say, simply because there wasn’t one. Each year was a brand new mystery, wrapped in unexceptional brown paper and fastened with white string.
They started coming when I started college, as soon as I was living on my own, once a year, at my doorstep by the c... | My uncle throughout all my life has always given me things that have unexpectedly been needed. Extinguishers, pepper-spray, and tools have been some of the items given to me, the items are always the exact thing I need when things go oh so desperately wrong.
This year my uncle has given me the most peculiar gift, a w... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | Great Uncle Bolesław is a strange fellow. I have never met him, but my dad Stan told me a little about him. He still lives in the old country, to protect the family farm after the war, while the rest of the family fled west. Though which war, my dad never said. He is an amiable sort, and sends gifts to his family acros... | My uncle throughout all my life has always given me things that have unexpectedly been needed. Extinguishers, pepper-spray, and tools have been some of the items given to me, the items are always the exact thing I need when things go oh so desperately wrong.
This year my uncle has given me the most peculiar gift, a w... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | On my twenty first birthday, Uncle Gerry gave me a bottle of poison wrapped up in cellophane with a pink sateen bow.
It was small, and pretty, and almost innocuous. If it hadn’t had the words WARNING: CAUSES IMMEDIATE AND EXCRUCIATING DEATH written in bold letters across the front, you wouldn’t have even known it was ... | My uncle throughout all my life has always given me things that have unexpectedly been needed. Extinguishers, pepper-spray, and tools have been some of the items given to me, the items are always the exact thing I need when things go oh so desperately wrong.
This year my uncle has given me the most peculiar gift, a w... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | On my twenty first birthday, Uncle Gerry gave me a bottle of poison wrapped up in cellophane with a pink sateen bow.
It was small, and pretty, and almost innocuous. If it hadn’t had the words WARNING: CAUSES IMMEDIATE AND EXCRUCIATING DEATH written in bold letters across the front, you wouldn’t have even known it was ... | I always opened *his* gift first.
The typical size, I cannot say, simply because there wasn’t one. Each year was a brand new mystery, wrapped in unexceptional brown paper and fastened with white string.
They started coming when I started college, as soon as I was living on my own, once a year, at my doorstep by the c... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | On my twenty first birthday, Uncle Gerry gave me a bottle of poison wrapped up in cellophane with a pink sateen bow.
It was small, and pretty, and almost innocuous. If it hadn’t had the words WARNING: CAUSES IMMEDIATE AND EXCRUCIATING DEATH written in bold letters across the front, you wouldn’t have even known it was ... | Great Uncle Bolesław is a strange fellow. I have never met him, but my dad Stan told me a little about him. He still lives in the old country, to protect the family farm after the war, while the rest of the family fled west. Though which war, my dad never said. He is an amiable sort, and sends gifts to his family acros... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | On my twenty first birthday, Uncle Gerry gave me a bottle of poison wrapped up in cellophane with a pink sateen bow.
It was small, and pretty, and almost innocuous. If it hadn’t had the words WARNING: CAUSES IMMEDIATE AND EXCRUCIATING DEATH written in bold letters across the front, you wouldn’t have even known it was ... | "John, if you're reading this note, you've no doubt seen the gift I have sent you this year. It is one I wish I'd never have to send. I want you to first know, I love you more than you could know. Secondly, the answers you find in this book you can never unlearn. The contents of this book will stay a part of you till y... | |
[WP] You have a distant uncle who seems to have an uncanny knack of giving you the exact birthday gift that you’d desperately need sometime during the next year. This year’s gift, however, is terrifying. | He'd appear once per year, an uncle distant enough that no one really knew who he was related to, but who always bore a striking resemblance to me. Ever since I was born, he'd come only to give me a gift, then leave without a word - nothing but a smile, a smile that seemed to say so much without saying anything at all.... | "John, if you're reading this note, you've no doubt seen the gift I have sent you this year. It is one I wish I'd never have to send. I want you to first know, I love you more than you could know. Secondly, the answers you find in this book you can never unlearn. The contents of this book will stay a part of you till y... | |
[WP] When people stop believing in a God or Goddess their power decreases. When nobody has faith in them any more they cease to exist. You are a Goddess of an ancient religion who is determined to survive | ######[](#dropcap)
The sun rises for another dawn, Aerie groans.
“Apollo, Amaterasu, Ra, and I don’t know how many of you solar deities are left,” she clutches her head, “but did you really have to raise the sun after a hangover?”
Aerie doesn’t remember when her body lost immunity to alcohol poisoning, but it’s been... | Whisps of memory float by. An ancient time, temples full of worshipers, brighter days. I feel so faint that it seems every time I open my eyes another century has passed.
I live by feeding on the few prayers of those who pray to the unknown gods, the great mystical beyond. Those tiny morsels of worship are the scraps... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | "WOOOO!" Escaped my lips, bolting upright. The Ampli-phial implant still had a few residual drops left according to my retina's HUD display, giving me a world class kick back into consciousness. I probably didn't deserve it after the last 6 days of almost nonstop E.T. slaughter and mayhem, I probably deserved the death... | Banzan laughed maniacally to himself. He had hoped someone was alive, clutching the embraces of death, walking the fine line of their foolish mortality. Unfortunately, he did *too* good of a job. What’s left of his audience are bloodied, tattered bodies. The sole voice in that chamber was Banzan’s.
A dark dwarf storme... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. |
“Power is Morality”. This was the one rule of the Commonwealth, and the High Elves had all the power. There was once a time long ago when that power was used to protect and guide the other races, but now the rest of us have toiled in the mud, slaves in all but name. However the pursuit of power has also been their ... | Banzan laughed maniacally to himself. He had hoped someone was alive, clutching the embraces of death, walking the fine line of their foolish mortality. Unfortunately, he did *too* good of a job. What’s left of his audience are bloodied, tattered bodies. The sole voice in that chamber was Banzan’s.
A dark dwarf storme... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | *"Archon, there is a life form in that crater."
"Unlikely. That crater was formed by the detonation of some type of superweapon. No living being could have survived that, no less the fallout."
"And yet, I get readings from the very center of it. A very strong life signal, and from what the readings say, whichever being... | Banzan laughed maniacally to himself. He had hoped someone was alive, clutching the embraces of death, walking the fine line of their foolish mortality. Unfortunately, he did *too* good of a job. What’s left of his audience are bloodied, tattered bodies. The sole voice in that chamber was Banzan’s.
A dark dwarf storme... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | The Council was particularly sleepy today, a quiet lull sweeping through the room. Tarcan didn’t bother looking up from his place at the table made of amber glass; it was all etched in his memory anyway. The same marbled floors, the same gilded podiums and statues, the same people with the same tribal power grabs which... | Banzan laughed maniacally to himself. He had hoped someone was alive, clutching the embraces of death, walking the fine line of their foolish mortality. Unfortunately, he did *too* good of a job. What’s left of his audience are bloodied, tattered bodies. The sole voice in that chamber was Banzan’s.
A dark dwarf storme... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | Alathis’ robes clung stickily to her as she pushed through the dense Lustrian undergrowth. She breathed heavily as her bowed form pressed slowly onward, concentrating just on placing one foot in front of the other. She was Chracian by birth and not at all used to this kind of heat and humidity, but Teclis had sent her ... | Banzan laughed maniacally to himself. He had hoped someone was alive, clutching the embraces of death, walking the fine line of their foolish mortality. Unfortunately, he did *too* good of a job. What’s left of his audience are bloodied, tattered bodies. The sole voice in that chamber was Banzan’s.
A dark dwarf storme... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | “My lords we have found another artifact!” A sickly human yelled from the pit below. Above two eleven lords stood overlooking the mining pit. They simply nodded to the human before walking forward off the ledge. As soon as they stepped off a faintly glowing aura surrounded them, gently descending them into the mining p... | Banzan laughed maniacally to himself. He had hoped someone was alive, clutching the embraces of death, walking the fine line of their foolish mortality. Unfortunately, he did *too* good of a job. What’s left of his audience are bloodied, tattered bodies. The sole voice in that chamber was Banzan’s.
A dark dwarf storme... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | I looked around, giggling to myself like a madman... The faces of disgust, horror and dread silently screaming all their delectable terror.
"You might want to put down those over-glorified slingshots you're holding, Right now I'm high enough to not be sure if I could stop my instincts kicking in and killing all o-" *"... | Banzan laughed maniacally to himself. He had hoped someone was alive, clutching the embraces of death, walking the fine line of their foolish mortality. Unfortunately, he did *too* good of a job. What’s left of his audience are bloodied, tattered bodies. The sole voice in that chamber was Banzan’s.
A dark dwarf storme... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | As the combat drums wore off, the sudden drop from the height offered jarred Néro back into her immediate surroundings. Her arms, covered in a viscous golden liquid, wrenched her high-frequency ‘Messer’ blade from the spasming corpse of a man with pointed ears and ancient-looking plate armour. He fell into a pile of hi... | Banzan laughed maniacally to himself. He had hoped someone was alive, clutching the embraces of death, walking the fine line of their foolish mortality. Unfortunately, he did *too* good of a job. What’s left of his audience are bloodied, tattered bodies. The sole voice in that chamber was Banzan’s.
A dark dwarf storme... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | Her head rung.
Not with plasma blasts, or cut-off screams as her teammates’ comms get destroyed along with them, but with ringing.
*Head ringing with ringing? That can’t be right,* she managed to think through the noise. *Where am I? What happened?*
Like waking from a dream, the memories came and went, disjointed an... | Banzan laughed maniacally to himself. He had hoped someone was alive, clutching the embraces of death, walking the fine line of their foolish mortality. Unfortunately, he did *too* good of a job. What’s left of his audience are bloodied, tattered bodies. The sole voice in that chamber was Banzan’s.
A dark dwarf storme... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. |
“Power is Morality”. This was the one rule of the Commonwealth, and the High Elves had all the power. There was once a time long ago when that power was used to protect and guide the other races, but now the rest of us have toiled in the mud, slaves in all but name. However the pursuit of power has also been their ... | "WOOOO!" Escaped my lips, bolting upright. The Ampli-phial implant still had a few residual drops left according to my retina's HUD display, giving me a world class kick back into consciousness. I probably didn't deserve it after the last 6 days of almost nonstop E.T. slaughter and mayhem, I probably deserved the death... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | Alathis’ robes clung stickily to her as she pushed through the dense Lustrian undergrowth. She breathed heavily as her bowed form pressed slowly onward, concentrating just on placing one foot in front of the other. She was Chracian by birth and not at all used to this kind of heat and humidity, but Teclis had sent her ... | *"Archon, there is a life form in that crater."
"Unlikely. That crater was formed by the detonation of some type of superweapon. No living being could have survived that, no less the fallout."
"And yet, I get readings from the very center of it. A very strong life signal, and from what the readings say, whichever being... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | “My lords we have found another artifact!” A sickly human yelled from the pit below. Above two eleven lords stood overlooking the mining pit. They simply nodded to the human before walking forward off the ledge. As soon as they stepped off a faintly glowing aura surrounded them, gently descending them into the mining p... | *"Archon, there is a life form in that crater."
"Unlikely. That crater was formed by the detonation of some type of superweapon. No living being could have survived that, no less the fallout."
"And yet, I get readings from the very center of it. A very strong life signal, and from what the readings say, whichever being... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | I looked around, giggling to myself like a madman... The faces of disgust, horror and dread silently screaming all their delectable terror.
"You might want to put down those over-glorified slingshots you're holding, Right now I'm high enough to not be sure if I could stop my instincts kicking in and killing all o-" *"... | *"Archon, there is a life form in that crater."
"Unlikely. That crater was formed by the detonation of some type of superweapon. No living being could have survived that, no less the fallout."
"And yet, I get readings from the very center of it. A very strong life signal, and from what the readings say, whichever being... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | As the combat drums wore off, the sudden drop from the height offered jarred Néro back into her immediate surroundings. Her arms, covered in a viscous golden liquid, wrenched her high-frequency ‘Messer’ blade from the spasming corpse of a man with pointed ears and ancient-looking plate armour. He fell into a pile of hi... | *"Archon, there is a life form in that crater."
"Unlikely. That crater was formed by the detonation of some type of superweapon. No living being could have survived that, no less the fallout."
"And yet, I get readings from the very center of it. A very strong life signal, and from what the readings say, whichever being... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | Her head rung.
Not with plasma blasts, or cut-off screams as her teammates’ comms get destroyed along with them, but with ringing.
*Head ringing with ringing? That can’t be right,* she managed to think through the noise. *Where am I? What happened?*
Like waking from a dream, the memories came and went, disjointed an... | *"Archon, there is a life form in that crater."
"Unlikely. That crater was formed by the detonation of some type of superweapon. No living being could have survived that, no less the fallout."
"And yet, I get readings from the very center of it. A very strong life signal, and from what the readings say, whichever being... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | Her head rung.
Not with plasma blasts, or cut-off screams as her teammates’ comms get destroyed along with them, but with ringing.
*Head ringing with ringing? That can’t be right,* she managed to think through the noise. *Where am I? What happened?*
Like waking from a dream, the memories came and went, disjointed an... | Your legs weren't working, and this made you angry. Not because you had anywhere to go, rather, because it could be mistaken for kneeling. You would never kneel again, especially not to these Elf bastards.
You try to wet your tongue, to draw forth saliva to spit at their immaculately clean feet, even in the middle of... | |
[WP] high elves. "Perfect" immortal beings and masters of the world and the magic that flows in it. They found you, a soldier from a war torn Galaxy, high on combat drugs, In a creater of black glass. And for the first time in millennia, those damn aristocrats felt fear. | Kill... Maim... Fight... Protect... Win...
A gentle slap to the face roused me from my combat stim addled pain. The drugs were fading from my system and the pain was starting to really hurt.
With some effort I opened my eyes and looked up to see a scrawny pasty fella with his fist about to punch me. My boosted refle... | "I bring news of the stranger, Lord Nelwe", Hithion said as he entered the lord's hall. "Apparently, she has nothing to do with the Dark Horror. She agreed to follow your Chosen Twelve willingly and answer your questions".
Willingly, Nelwe thought. These were good news, indeed. To his experience, the stranger was perf... | |
[WP] You run a company that receives orders from customers 100 years in the future ensuring same-minute delivery. Following a statistically significant uptick in orders for blast shelters, all of your orders suddenly stop. | The office was queasy when the first order of uranium-235 flashed on the screen.
Fritz, our chief, was too. Until he saw the dollar signs next to it.
"Look, they'd be all about nuclear energy by then," he said. "They're more advanced and educated. Civilized. They need it more than us anyhow, they're just magic rocks ... | Light streamed out the large windows of the command center into the night, as the skeleton staff managed the dozens of minor incidents that happen every hour at a company as large as UCA.
Suddenly, over the sound of the rain, a warning tone began to beep. The large screen showing second by second order summation in a ... | |
[WP] You find a strange amulet in your grandfathers attic. After fiddling around with it, you decide to actually put it on. A bright green flash of light blinds you for a couple seconds, you rub your eyes and open them. Never in a million years did you think a clunky piece of jewelry could do this. |
It was a dark, royal purple. Looked expensive too. Could probably put it in a pawn shop and get a decent bit of money from it.
Cora fidgeted, looking at it. She wondered if it was worth pawning the amulet, seeing how hard on money they were nowadays. It didn’t do anything, after all.
But… It belonged to her gran... | As the amulet fell around my shoulders, something was different. Noting the awkwardness of the crystal as the main excuse for trying it on and its flaky composition, I was quite taken aback by the sudden crawling up my arms and the blood pumping through my head. As a man who I only recognized as George Washington rode ... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | "So, what do you do for a living?" Rachel asked for the 3rd time.
"I kill people" I answered, eyes scanning the bar. We had been talking for about 5 minutes as I waited for my mark.
"Oh, really!" she asked giving me skeptical look "anyone I'd have heard of?"
I blinked and looked back at her. That had been differen... | "Who am I"?
Now, isn't that a fun little question. One of the first questions people tend to ask upon meeting something they don't understand, who they've never met, or who they they've forgotten about.
And what an important question it is. Learning who someone is, is one of the most important things you can do. By l... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | Life hasn't always been easy for the Ronan family. Generations ago, my dear great-great-great-great-however-many-times-over-grandfather decided to piss off one of the old gods, Ameniados. Few know that name now, but my family still prays that one day he'll lift his curse.
See, dear old however-many-greats-granddad w... | "Who am I"?
Now, isn't that a fun little question. One of the first questions people tend to ask upon meeting something they don't understand, who they've never met, or who they they've forgotten about.
And what an important question it is. Learning who someone is, is one of the most important things you can do. By l... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | "So, what do you do for a living?" Rachel asked for the 3rd time.
"I kill people" I answered, eyes scanning the bar. We had been talking for about 5 minutes as I waited for my mark.
"Oh, really!" she asked giving me skeptical look "anyone I'd have heard of?"
I blinked and looked back at her. That had been differen... | I’ve heard my father was a vulture. A degenerate. A man whose interest was only in things - or people- he could use to his benefit.
The way the story is told, my father took a gamble on a rather high value target; the crown of the gods. The most holy relic of our people, which even the high priestess is not allowed to... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | Life hasn't always been easy for the Ronan family. Generations ago, my dear great-great-great-great-however-many-times-over-grandfather decided to piss off one of the old gods, Ameniados. Few know that name now, but my family still prays that one day he'll lift his curse.
See, dear old however-many-greats-granddad w... | I’ve heard my father was a vulture. A degenerate. A man whose interest was only in things - or people- he could use to his benefit.
The way the story is told, my father took a gamble on a rather high value target; the crown of the gods. The most holy relic of our people, which even the high priestess is not allowed to... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | Life hasn't always been easy for the Ronan family. Generations ago, my dear great-great-great-great-however-many-times-over-grandfather decided to piss off one of the old gods, Ameniados. Few know that name now, but my family still prays that one day he'll lift his curse.
See, dear old however-many-greats-granddad w... | "So, what do you do for a living?" Rachel asked for the 3rd time.
"I kill people" I answered, eyes scanning the bar. We had been talking for about 5 minutes as I waited for my mark.
"Oh, really!" she asked giving me skeptical look "anyone I'd have heard of?"
I blinked and looked back at her. That had been differen... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | Those things you do in private-fetishes, passions, lies, murder, shady deals with the wrong kind of people-those things you believe are yours and your alone. They are my trade and the currency of my life. Have you ever wondered how the press knew about the misfortune in your family so quickly? How journalists know whic... | So, there I was, the cursed, stealing assassin from an unknown, cursed bloodline. Our robberies and assassination were legendary, but what was even more legendary was the fact that we could do it in broad daylight with thousands of witnessess, but nobody would know who did it.
It was my 23rd birthday, 8th of the month... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | Many are wise enough to understand that they must choose their words carefully when wishing through another's power, but few understand such caution also must extend to power of their own.
My great, great, great, great-grandfather taught this lesson to our gods, unintentionally. He was a quiet, humble hermit, but also... | So, there I was, the cursed, stealing assassin from an unknown, cursed bloodline. Our robberies and assassination were legendary, but what was even more legendary was the fact that we could do it in broad daylight with thousands of witnessess, but nobody would know who did it.
It was my 23rd birthday, 8th of the month... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | Even after all these years, I still can't take my eyes off her. Everyday, she emerges from the treeline like a spirit from the wood. She casts her nets into the river, settles into the shade of the pine trees, and begins to write in the notebook she always carries with her.
Few people from the village have the cou... | So, there I was, the cursed, stealing assassin from an unknown, cursed bloodline. Our robberies and assassination were legendary, but what was even more legendary was the fact that we could do it in broad daylight with thousands of witnessess, but nobody would know who did it.
It was my 23rd birthday, 8th of the month... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | "Dammit Hudson, what do you mean there's no evidence? He broke into the most heavily guarded bank in the god damned country, how can there be no evidence?!"
The detective's face had gone red, and and it looked as if he were about to pop a vein. The reactions to half a billion dollars disappearing overnight are always ... | So, there I was, the cursed, stealing assassin from an unknown, cursed bloodline. Our robberies and assassination were legendary, but what was even more legendary was the fact that we could do it in broad daylight with thousands of witnessess, but nobody would know who did it.
It was my 23rd birthday, 8th of the month... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | *Let's see, carrots, celery, onion, potato, lobster, crab, saffron, and cream.*
Samatha was satisfied that she had every thing. She pushed her cart towards the exit. The Chateau Margeaux Sauvingnon Blanc caught her eye. She tossed three bottles into her cart and left the store. She began unloading the groceries int... | So, there I was, the cursed, stealing assassin from an unknown, cursed bloodline. Our robberies and assassination were legendary, but what was even more legendary was the fact that we could do it in broad daylight with thousands of witnessess, but nobody would know who did it.
It was my 23rd birthday, 8th of the month... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. |
I sat on the edge of the bridge, dangling my feet in the cool water. The way my life has gone, I wondered if the reflection staring back at me was even real. How can I see it when I’ve always been damn near invisible? It’s been that way for all of my family members for as long as I can remember. I dedicated my life... | So, there I was, the cursed, stealing assassin from an unknown, cursed bloodline. Our robberies and assassination were legendary, but what was even more legendary was the fact that we could do it in broad daylight with thousands of witnessess, but nobody would know who did it.
It was my 23rd birthday, 8th of the month... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | The tattoo suddenly appeared without warning, directly on my left hand, it had a smoke pattern with the word "Oblitus" within the smoky tendrils, the pattern snaked it's way up to my neck, and stopped just before reaching my chin.
Once the pattern reached that point, my coworker suddenly has a blank expression, "Who ... | So, there I was, the cursed, stealing assassin from an unknown, cursed bloodline. Our robberies and assassination were legendary, but what was even more legendary was the fact that we could do it in broad daylight with thousands of witnessess, but nobody would know who did it.
It was my 23rd birthday, 8th of the month... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | Even after all these years, I still can't take my eyes off her. Everyday, she emerges from the treeline like a spirit from the wood. She casts her nets into the river, settles into the shade of the pine trees, and begins to write in the notebook she always carries with her.
Few people from the village have the cou... | Those things you do in private-fetishes, passions, lies, murder, shady deals with the wrong kind of people-those things you believe are yours and your alone. They are my trade and the currency of my life. Have you ever wondered how the press knew about the misfortune in your family so quickly? How journalists know whic... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | Even after all these years, I still can't take my eyes off her. Everyday, she emerges from the treeline like a spirit from the wood. She casts her nets into the river, settles into the shade of the pine trees, and begins to write in the notebook she always carries with her.
Few people from the village have the cou... | Many are wise enough to understand that they must choose their words carefully when wishing through another's power, but few understand such caution also must extend to power of their own.
My great, great, great, great-grandfather taught this lesson to our gods, unintentionally. He was a quiet, humble hermit, but also... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | The tattoo suddenly appeared without warning, directly on my left hand, it had a smoke pattern with the word "Oblitus" within the smoky tendrils, the pattern snaked it's way up to my neck, and stopped just before reaching my chin.
Once the pattern reached that point, my coworker suddenly has a blank expression, "Who ... |
I sat on the edge of the bridge, dangling my feet in the cool water. The way my life has gone, I wondered if the reflection staring back at me was even real. How can I see it when I’ve always been damn near invisible? It’s been that way for all of my family members for as long as I can remember. I dedicated my life... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | I've spent my life being forgotten. I was always left off the role call sheet at school, and eventually I just stopped attending because nobody noticed I wasn't there. Instead, I started rolling with the gangs in my town. At first, I was worried about getting caught, but eventually I learned that even if I was put into... | "Honey, let go. It's just school."
"No Dad. If you leave me, you're going to forget me!"
"Lia, I swear. I have an alarm on my phone. I'll pick you up at 3:30. I promise."
As Lia's Dad walked towards his car and gave her an encouraging wave, she knew that she would never see him again. She walked to her 4th-grade cl... | |
[WP] A vain, self-absorbed ancestor pissed off a god and was cursed to have his bloodline fall into obsurity. Where ever you go people will forget you, images that capture you will fade, and your name dies on the tip of the tongue. A curse for most but a boon for a thief or assassin. | My birth was a disease on our world; the prolonging of a plague stretched from greed, pride, and anger from man and God alike.
I shouldn't exist.
My father was a self-absorbed man, like his father before him, and all the men in this cursed lineage of middling men, dating back to the worthless fool of a rogue that ang... | As I write this, I know that I'm already dead.
Who wields the deadliest blade in all the land? That's not a question that can be easily answered. Soon, even as I lay dying, my last breath escaping into the realm and my soul fleeing to the void, I would likely be no closer to the truth.
For you see, I haven't been the... | |
[WP] You wake up on a train. You don't know what you're doing here. There is nobody around you, apart from a macabre-looking young boy who stares you. In your hands there is a small piece of paper. With a beating heart, you read: "Leave the train". It is the writing of a very good friend to you. | The sound of the train woke me up. Opening one eye after the other, I look around me. It seems to be a regular train, the one I usually take to go to work. I look through the window, and do not recognize the landscapes. We are in the countryside, going through endless fields. There are no lights, neither in nor out the... | I looked around the train it was empty. I tried looking out of the vindows. There was dark outside. "HERE" said a voice loud. I turned around and saw a young boy. I asked were i am. Then he said on a train. "But were are i heading" i replied. The young boy said that he did not know. He suddenly gave me a piece of paper... | |
[WP] After rising from hell to possess a human, the human was sent to a mental help facility. After a year, the demon now thinks it is fully human and that it's previous life in hell were just delusions. | "Catus?! Brother? What has gotten into you?" A pallid, slender humanoid being, cries out.
"Can you shut up, please? We are *not* from this make believe *demon-land*, and I am not one of you. You can give up the act, Franky...whatever your name is." Catus, who now goes by Kyle, tells his colleague as he eats a bowl of... | Today is the first day of my new high school life. I've finally overcome my middle school delusion that I was a demon. I will start over fresh at a new school and have a successful life! I passed the entrance exam for this academy easily. They even mailed my invitation in a fancy envelope with a wax seal and paid for m... | |
[WP] After rising from hell to possess a human, the human was sent to a mental help facility. After a year, the demon now thinks it is fully human and that it's previous life in hell were just delusions. | "I never seem to understand what is gripping at me," the man watches a girl on a bike in thought, "Here I stand, the sun's gentle rays glistening off my damp brow on another wise pleasant spring day. I watch my daughter, she's five now, I watch her because I feel one of the only reasons I'm grounded to this place, grou... | Now transformed into a de-human, it realizes that being human is far more tragic than a demon.
Demons sufferings rise as they feed on destruction, death, and dismay. The suffering increased the mind over what was left of intelligence.
Half human now, the feelings and emotions demon had once held, now rushed into i... | |
[WP] After rising from hell to possess a human, the human was sent to a mental help facility. After a year, the demon now thinks it is fully human and that it's previous life in hell were just delusions. | Dr. Samson stared proudly at me, his bifocals lowered, a sure sign I’d learned that he was relaxed. ‘You’ve really come a long way over the last year, Janet. Really impressive!
Your religious fugue state and related hallucinations have all, but passed. You no longer tell others in group that they are all damned to ete... | Now transformed into a de-human, it realizes that being human is far more tragic than a demon.
Demons sufferings rise as they feed on destruction, death, and dismay. The suffering increased the mind over what was left of intelligence.
Half human now, the feelings and emotions demon had once held, now rushed into i... | |
[WP] After rising from hell to possess a human, the human was sent to a mental help facility. After a year, the demon now thinks it is fully human and that it's previous life in hell were just delusions. | Bellegmalag came to them clawing and gnashing, blood streaked down his human mouth.
The police handed him over to the facility techs, who put him in a straight jacket and locked him in a padded cell.
They gave him all colors of pills. Antipsychotics and tranqs and other things. They kept watch on him night and day.
... | "So there I was, sparring with the horned beast on the granite cliff. The scene around me was some sort of active volcano or something. Liquid fire spat about everywhere. I had to be careful with each of my moves so as not to burn myself."
"Sounds a lot like hell," said Stephanie from across the circle.
*Hell.*
Fra... | |
[WP] Your older brother has been missing for years. You hear a knock on the door, and you open it to reveal a man that looks like your brother would be at this point. "I'm back man! I'm so sorry!" He hugs you immediately. Just then, you get a text from your brother's old number. "That isn't me." | I answer the door with my phone in hand, annoyed that my favorite downtime of writing was being interrupted. I was prepared to tell whatever salesman to go off himself when I see the last person I thought I would ever see alive.
“Marcus?” He asked uncertain for a moment before recognition beamed in his eyes
“Damn du... | Dani:....This is unbelievable, here sit down i’ll be right back, I have the stove on. \[He nods and sits down on the porch swing, swaying with the wind.\]
\~texting\~
Dani: What do you mean that isn’t you? How did you know?
Damien: Some guy started a fight with me at the bar I work at, stole my wallet and said I’d r... | |
[WP] Your older brother has been missing for years. You hear a knock on the door, and you open it to reveal a man that looks like your brother would be at this point. "I'm back man! I'm so sorry!" He hugs you immediately. Just then, you get a text from your brother's old number. "That isn't me." | “That isn’t me” I read once more as I stepped back from the familiar embrace. I couldn’t help the mix of dread and confusion that flapped like wings in my stomach as my eyes flew upward. The boy, no, I mocked myself, Theo isn’t a boy anymore. Theo is a man. A man that had, vanished. As my eyes darted this way and that ... | Dani:....This is unbelievable, here sit down i’ll be right back, I have the stove on. \[He nods and sits down on the porch swing, swaying with the wind.\]
\~texting\~
Dani: What do you mean that isn’t you? How did you know?
Damien: Some guy started a fight with me at the bar I work at, stole my wallet and said I’d r... | |
[WP] Your older brother has been missing for years. You hear a knock on the door, and you open it to reveal a man that looks like your brother would be at this point. "I'm back man! I'm so sorry!" He hugs you immediately. Just then, you get a text from your brother's old number. "That isn't me." | "You need to run right now, brother, just trust me on this! That isn't me, it's a skin walker sent to kidnap you, so they have some leverage on me."
I blinked, somehow keeping my face neutral at the message.
"How do I know this is you?" I messaged.
"Look, jackass, I know what you did to that dog on accident when we ... | Dani:....This is unbelievable, here sit down i’ll be right back, I have the stove on. \[He nods and sits down on the porch swing, swaying with the wind.\]
\~texting\~
Dani: What do you mean that isn’t you? How did you know?
Damien: Some guy started a fight with me at the bar I work at, stole my wallet and said I’d r... | |
[WP] Your older brother has been missing for years. You hear a knock on the door, and you open it to reveal a man that looks like your brother would be at this point. "I'm back man! I'm so sorry!" He hugs you immediately. Just then, you get a text from your brother's old number. "That isn't me." | "I'm back, man! I'm so sorry that I flaked on you!"
I started at my brother. He had a big grin on his face, he did look slightly older than I remember and he wore a tailored suit that must've out cost about the same as my car.
Without uttering a word I closed the door and locked it, knowing for well that this was wr... | Dani:....This is unbelievable, here sit down i’ll be right back, I have the stove on. \[He nods and sits down on the porch swing, swaying with the wind.\]
\~texting\~
Dani: What do you mean that isn’t you? How did you know?
Damien: Some guy started a fight with me at the bar I work at, stole my wallet and said I’d r... | |
[WP] Your older brother has been missing for years. You hear a knock on the door, and you open it to reveal a man that looks like your brother would be at this point. "I'm back man! I'm so sorry!" He hugs you immediately. Just then, you get a text from your brother's old number. "That isn't me." | "I'm back, man! I'm so sorry that I flaked on you!"
I started at my brother. He had a big grin on his face, he did look slightly older than I remember and he wore a tailored suit that must've out cost about the same as my car.
Without uttering a word I closed the door and locked it, knowing for well that this was wr... | "It wasn't supposed to be like this..." Thomas stared at the map in front of him. Irradiated zones were marked with a dark red circle. New York, Trenton, Boston. Virginia, DC, Sacramento, San Francisco, Los Angeles. All gone. And it wasn't just the US. Beijing, gone. Moscow, gone. Paris, London, even the Vatica... | |
[WP] Your older brother has been missing for years. You hear a knock on the door, and you open it to reveal a man that looks like your brother would be at this point. "I'm back man! I'm so sorry!" He hugs you immediately. Just then, you get a text from your brother's old number. "That isn't me." | "You need to run right now, brother, just trust me on this! That isn't me, it's a skin walker sent to kidnap you, so they have some leverage on me."
I blinked, somehow keeping my face neutral at the message.
"How do I know this is you?" I messaged.
"Look, jackass, I know what you did to that dog on accident when we ... | I answer the door with my phone in hand, annoyed that my favorite downtime of writing was being interrupted. I was prepared to tell whatever salesman to go off himself when I see the last person I thought I would ever see alive.
“Marcus?” He asked uncertain for a moment before recognition beamed in his eyes
“Damn du... | |
[WP] Your older brother has been missing for years. You hear a knock on the door, and you open it to reveal a man that looks like your brother would be at this point. "I'm back man! I'm so sorry!" He hugs you immediately. Just then, you get a text from your brother's old number. "That isn't me." | "I'm back, man! I'm so sorry that I flaked on you!"
I started at my brother. He had a big grin on his face, he did look slightly older than I remember and he wore a tailored suit that must've out cost about the same as my car.
Without uttering a word I closed the door and locked it, knowing for well that this was wr... | I answer the door with my phone in hand, annoyed that my favorite downtime of writing was being interrupted. I was prepared to tell whatever salesman to go off himself when I see the last person I thought I would ever see alive.
“Marcus?” He asked uncertain for a moment before recognition beamed in his eyes
“Damn du... | |
[WP] Your older brother has been missing for years. You hear a knock on the door, and you open it to reveal a man that looks like your brother would be at this point. "I'm back man! I'm so sorry!" He hugs you immediately. Just then, you get a text from your brother's old number. "That isn't me." | "You need to run right now, brother, just trust me on this! That isn't me, it's a skin walker sent to kidnap you, so they have some leverage on me."
I blinked, somehow keeping my face neutral at the message.
"How do I know this is you?" I messaged.
"Look, jackass, I know what you did to that dog on accident when we ... | “That isn’t me” I read once more as I stepped back from the familiar embrace. I couldn’t help the mix of dread and confusion that flapped like wings in my stomach as my eyes flew upward. The boy, no, I mocked myself, Theo isn’t a boy anymore. Theo is a man. A man that had, vanished. As my eyes darted this way and that ... |
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