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The prompt is pretty self-explanatory. You can throw one character, two characters, three characters into the cab with him, you can have some dude get in the cab with a gun and try to force him to do things... whatever you want! Go for it. | [WP] What if God was a taxi driver? | I was just picked up in Manhattan and mentioned to the driver, "I need to get to Montague and Henry St. in Brooklyn."
"No problem. I know the place."
It was a miracle... no cab driver knows where anything is in Brooklyn.
| It was raining and Harry had forgotten his umbrella. Usually, this would have just been swept under the rug and forgotten about as another stroke of bad luck but the pile of bad memories and thoughts was getting awfully large. So, Harry stood there while the rain soaked him to the bone and the taxis he signaled for did... |
Write a news article about a fictional event.
This prompt was inspired by a recent listen to the 1939 "War of the Worlds" broadcast.
| [WP] Fake News! | Political Scandal: Bo, caught with his tail between his legs.
Late last night in the north yard of the White House the First Dog was caught in the act of hiding the milk bone in the peanut butter jar of the neighbors dog, Jeff. This act of gay dog intercourse on the white house lawn has spark tremendous controversy in... | In other news, another nine headlines have escaped from The Onion's high security headline breeding facility in Des Moines, raising concerns about the possible further contamination of traditional news-media sources.
This is the second major security failure for the troublingly prescient company, the first of... |
Write a news article about a fictional event.
This prompt was inspired by a recent listen to the 1939 "War of the Worlds" broadcast.
| [WP] Fake News! | Political Scandal: Bo, caught with his tail between his legs.
Late last night in the north yard of the White House the First Dog was caught in the act of hiding the milk bone in the peanut butter jar of the neighbors dog, Jeff. This act of gay dog intercourse on the white house lawn has spark tremendous controversy in... | Christianity declared official religion of US
In a shocking move from the White House, President Obama announced Friday that Christianity is now the official religion of the United States. The executive order will go into effect immediately.
“This is a real win for America and religious freedom and the little g... |
You're extremely lonely. Why? Because everyone else has suddenly disappeared. As far as you can tell, you're the last human left.
Write about it. 250 words max. | [FF] Loneliness - 250 words max | My parents are gone for the weekend—celebrating their anniversary in the city. They left me a shit-ton of money so I can buy food and entertain myself. I’ll do what any self-respecting high schooler would do in my situation: buy as much alcohol and weed as I can and throw the dopest party this town has ever seen. Th... | Hi, Sorry i didn't answer before, meant to call you back, but seems i think of calling, then a month's passed!
Yeah, I'm good.
...oh...went to the bar with some guys from work, it was fun. Just had a few drinks...Yeah, home now... Nah, didn't fancy it...
How... How are you? Awesome! Good for you. Uh huh. Uh huh... ... |
You're extremely lonely. Why? Because everyone else has suddenly disappeared. As far as you can tell, you're the last human left.
Write about it. 250 words max. | [FF] Loneliness - 250 words max | Dexter Abbott writes in third-person when he’s lonely.
He tried keeping a diary for the first few months, after they all vanished. But all the “I”s and “me”s made his isolation more apparent. At least now he can imagine someone else is with him, recording his struggle and giving meaning to his life.
The only time he ... | Hi, Sorry i didn't answer before, meant to call you back, but seems i think of calling, then a month's passed!
Yeah, I'm good.
...oh...went to the bar with some guys from work, it was fun. Just had a few drinks...Yeah, home now... Nah, didn't fancy it...
How... How are you? Awesome! Good for you. Uh huh. Uh huh... ... |
You're extremely lonely. Why? Because everyone else has suddenly disappeared. As far as you can tell, you're the last human left.
Write about it. 250 words max. | [FF] Loneliness - 250 words max | My parents are gone for the weekend—celebrating their anniversary in the city. They left me a shit-ton of money so I can buy food and entertain myself. I’ll do what any self-respecting high schooler would do in my situation: buy as much alcohol and weed as I can and throw the dopest party this town has ever seen. Th... | Everyone is gone.
This is the place where I am where everyone is gone.
It just hit me. Again. Everyone is gone.
My footsteps echo.
This is it?
Everything feels.
The same.
Different.
Is this it?
My footsteps on the grass.
They still echo.
The lights are off and no one is home. Everyone is gone.
Everything.
... |
You're extremely lonely. Why? Because everyone else has suddenly disappeared. As far as you can tell, you're the last human left.
Write about it. 250 words max. | [FF] Loneliness - 250 words max | Dexter Abbott writes in third-person when he’s lonely.
He tried keeping a diary for the first few months, after they all vanished. But all the “I”s and “me”s made his isolation more apparent. At least now he can imagine someone else is with him, recording his struggle and giving meaning to his life.
The only time he ... | Everyone is gone.
This is the place where I am where everyone is gone.
It just hit me. Again. Everyone is gone.
My footsteps echo.
This is it?
Everything feels.
The same.
Different.
Is this it?
My footsteps on the grass.
They still echo.
The lights are off and no one is home. Everyone is gone.
Everything.
... |
You're extremely lonely. Why? Because everyone else has suddenly disappeared. As far as you can tell, you're the last human left.
Write about it. 250 words max. | [FF] Loneliness - 250 words max | My parents are gone for the weekend—celebrating their anniversary in the city. They left me a shit-ton of money so I can buy food and entertain myself. I’ll do what any self-respecting high schooler would do in my situation: buy as much alcohol and weed as I can and throw the dopest party this town has ever seen. Th... | Day in day out I spent my time around people; however I always felt lonely. Nothing could shake the miserable feeling of isolation, being one amongst the many: how on earth was this possible?
Living in a big city, I always thought that there would have been plenty of friendly faces, social interactions; I was wrong. ... |
You're extremely lonely. Why? Because everyone else has suddenly disappeared. As far as you can tell, you're the last human left.
Write about it. 250 words max. | [FF] Loneliness - 250 words max | Dexter Abbott writes in third-person when he’s lonely.
He tried keeping a diary for the first few months, after they all vanished. But all the “I”s and “me”s made his isolation more apparent. At least now he can imagine someone else is with him, recording his struggle and giving meaning to his life.
The only time he ... | Day in day out I spent my time around people; however I always felt lonely. Nothing could shake the miserable feeling of isolation, being one amongst the many: how on earth was this possible?
Living in a big city, I always thought that there would have been plenty of friendly faces, social interactions; I was wrong. ... |
You're extremely lonely. Why? Because everyone else has suddenly disappeared. As far as you can tell, you're the last human left.
Write about it. 250 words max. | [FF] Loneliness - 250 words max | My parents are gone for the weekend—celebrating their anniversary in the city. They left me a shit-ton of money so I can buy food and entertain myself. I’ll do what any self-respecting high schooler would do in my situation: buy as much alcohol and weed as I can and throw the dopest party this town has ever seen. Th... | My leaning rail stretches away on either side to loop around and meet itself somewhere behind me.
At this height, I should be glancing over my shoulder for my brother and his friends, who should be slipping their palms together and directing their eyes at my back, predicting great laughter at my expense.
*One of thei... |
You're extremely lonely. Why? Because everyone else has suddenly disappeared. As far as you can tell, you're the last human left.
Write about it. 250 words max. | [FF] Loneliness - 250 words max | Dexter Abbott writes in third-person when he’s lonely.
He tried keeping a diary for the first few months, after they all vanished. But all the “I”s and “me”s made his isolation more apparent. At least now he can imagine someone else is with him, recording his struggle and giving meaning to his life.
The only time he ... | My leaning rail stretches away on either side to loop around and meet itself somewhere behind me.
At this height, I should be glancing over my shoulder for my brother and his friends, who should be slipping their palms together and directing their eyes at my back, predicting great laughter at my expense.
*One of thei... |
You're extremely lonely. Why? Because everyone else has suddenly disappeared. As far as you can tell, you're the last human left.
Write about it. 250 words max. | [FF] Loneliness - 250 words max | My parents are gone for the weekend—celebrating their anniversary in the city. They left me a shit-ton of money so I can buy food and entertain myself. I’ll do what any self-respecting high schooler would do in my situation: buy as much alcohol and weed as I can and throw the dopest party this town has ever seen. Th... | "Help."
The gesture is pointless. The emptiness won't aid me. Instead, it focuses its sights on my quivering shell, circling it like a vulture waiting for its dinner bell to sound.
I embrace my own legs and wait. All I can do is wait. Wait for a familiar voice. Or a strange one. Wait for a knock on the door or a ring... |
You're extremely lonely. Why? Because everyone else has suddenly disappeared. As far as you can tell, you're the last human left.
Write about it. 250 words max. | [FF] Loneliness - 250 words max | Dexter Abbott writes in third-person when he’s lonely.
He tried keeping a diary for the first few months, after they all vanished. But all the “I”s and “me”s made his isolation more apparent. At least now he can imagine someone else is with him, recording his struggle and giving meaning to his life.
The only time he ... | "Help."
The gesture is pointless. The emptiness won't aid me. Instead, it focuses its sights on my quivering shell, circling it like a vulture waiting for its dinner bell to sound.
I embrace my own legs and wait. All I can do is wait. Wait for a familiar voice. Or a strange one. Wait for a knock on the door or a ring... |
You get the chance to beta test a new time machine that has come out, and you get to share the last few moments of any historical figure with them. Tell them what you feel will make them feel content with their life's work. On the flip-side, if you do not like the person, make your story ring through their ears as they... | [WP] You are visiting a famous historical figure on their deathbed | I would speak to Emmeline Pankhurst, and speak of suffrage, and equality and of hope, and also of failure, and sadness, and unequal pay, and most of all, I would ask for her advice, and her forgiveness, for I have failed her. | I would speak to the man who had no deathbed, no well-wishers or family around to stroke him as he slowly accepted his fate. I would speak to President Lincoln, just before his death, just before the show began. I would tell him that his death, whenever he died, would be forever talked about in the future, that he woul... |
[WP] Write two accounts of a break up, each from the perspective of both parties involved. | Come on guys. This isn't literature. Allow me to give it a go.
See if you can follow along. This is a type of story which I call "switchback". Each paragraph switches between two parties and their thoughts.
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FINAL LOVE
I can't do it. I know I have to. I have no other choice. It's been weeks, no, months since I... | Girl:
I knew he wouldn't understand when I told him. He just would not understand that he hadn't done anything wrong for me to cheat on him. It's just that...well...Michael was there for me when I needed someone and he wasn't. He was always at work out out with his friends and even when we were together our relation... | |
[WP] Told from the point of view of a stand-up comic as he's bombing a set | Seriously? Did that really not fucking kill? Jesus Christ, I swear to God, fucking Jehova--I can't believe this is happening. Okay, relax. You got this. What do I do? I should hump the stool. *Don't hump the stool you fucking idiot.*
No, no, okay, I got it, I'll pretend the microphone is a penis. That'll get a laugh ... | *please don't fuck up, please don't fuck up, please don't fuck up*
I've been standing on this stage for the past 10 minutes. I had spent the past 3 weeks memorizing my act. I was going to ease in with some easy going jokes, then throw out what I've got up my sleeve. Thing is, I've not heard a word from the audience.
... | |
What the title suggests, love story doesn't strictly have to be straight, homosexual love stories are welcome as well. | [WP] Write me a love story between two homeless people. | I will always remember Chris. I loved him. Even though we had nothing, he was my best friend. I met him in a soup kitchen. I was a year out of college, no money, no job, and finally no home. My parents died before I graduated, and we never had much. So I ended up homeless.
I didn’t think Chris was a handsome man. He... | Nothing. It's such an expandable word that no one truly understands. It can mean so many things, you might feel empty inside, physically have no resources at your hands, or emotionally drained from the dreadful deceiving world we continue to live in. I believe I have nothing, in every aspect. I can't bring myself to ha... |
What the title suggests, love story doesn't strictly have to be straight, homosexual love stories are welcome as well. | [WP] Write me a love story between two homeless people. | "I'll fucking kill you if you touch me."
It might have been love at first sight. He stood awkwardly on the bale of hay, balancing himself against the side of the rail car, as he stared at his opponent.
She seemed to be roughly his age, a few years shy of thirty. Judging by her rough skin and matted hair, he guessed ... | Nothing. It's such an expandable word that no one truly understands. It can mean so many things, you might feel empty inside, physically have no resources at your hands, or emotionally drained from the dreadful deceiving world we continue to live in. I believe I have nothing, in every aspect. I can't bring myself to ha... |
What the title suggests, love story doesn't strictly have to be straight, homosexual love stories are welcome as well. | [WP] Write me a love story between two homeless people. | I will always remember Chris. I loved him. Even though we had nothing, he was my best friend. I met him in a soup kitchen. I was a year out of college, no money, no job, and finally no home. My parents died before I graduated, and we never had much. So I ended up homeless.
I didn’t think Chris was a handsome man. He... | The banks had given me a mortgage knowing that I could make the payments. I had an illustrious career with a budding legal firm, and I was on my up to full partner. I was a rising star, full of potential, and not even the sky could limit me. I was on top of the world, that is, until I met her.
Throughout high school a... |
What the title suggests, love story doesn't strictly have to be straight, homosexual love stories are welcome as well. | [WP] Write me a love story between two homeless people. | "I'll fucking kill you if you touch me."
It might have been love at first sight. He stood awkwardly on the bale of hay, balancing himself against the side of the rail car, as he stared at his opponent.
She seemed to be roughly his age, a few years shy of thirty. Judging by her rough skin and matted hair, he guessed ... | The banks had given me a mortgage knowing that I could make the payments. I had an illustrious career with a budding legal firm, and I was on my up to full partner. I was a rising star, full of potential, and not even the sky could limit me. I was on top of the world, that is, until I met her.
Throughout high school a... |
What the title suggests, love story doesn't strictly have to be straight, homosexual love stories are welcome as well. | [WP] Write me a love story between two homeless people. | I will always remember Chris. I loved him. Even though we had nothing, he was my best friend. I met him in a soup kitchen. I was a year out of college, no money, no job, and finally no home. My parents died before I graduated, and we never had much. So I ended up homeless.
I didn’t think Chris was a handsome man. He... | Homeless wasn't the word to describe Cara. She preferred to be called free. Free from burden, obligation, or mortgage. It had been four years since she'd slept with a roof over her head and she wouldn't change it for all the world. How could she not want to fall into sleep with the stars and moon as her nightlight?... |
What the title suggests, love story doesn't strictly have to be straight, homosexual love stories are welcome as well. | [WP] Write me a love story between two homeless people. | "I'll fucking kill you if you touch me."
It might have been love at first sight. He stood awkwardly on the bale of hay, balancing himself against the side of the rail car, as he stared at his opponent.
She seemed to be roughly his age, a few years shy of thirty. Judging by her rough skin and matted hair, he guessed ... | Homeless wasn't the word to describe Cara. She preferred to be called free. Free from burden, obligation, or mortgage. It had been four years since she'd slept with a roof over her head and she wouldn't change it for all the world. How could she not want to fall into sleep with the stars and moon as her nightlight?... |
What the title suggests, love story doesn't strictly have to be straight, homosexual love stories are welcome as well. | [WP] Write me a love story between two homeless people. | I will always remember Chris. I loved him. Even though we had nothing, he was my best friend. I met him in a soup kitchen. I was a year out of college, no money, no job, and finally no home. My parents died before I graduated, and we never had much. So I ended up homeless.
I didn’t think Chris was a handsome man. He... | "Welcome back Mr. Williams" the chipper twenty something year old said. The middle aged filthy looking man wearing an old stained, torn T-shirt and grease covered jeans simply responded with a grunt. He shuffles to the back of the store where the alcohol has always been. He opens the freezer door letting the brisk air ... |
What the title suggests, love story doesn't strictly have to be straight, homosexual love stories are welcome as well. | [WP] Write me a love story between two homeless people. | "I'll fucking kill you if you touch me."
It might have been love at first sight. He stood awkwardly on the bale of hay, balancing himself against the side of the rail car, as he stared at his opponent.
She seemed to be roughly his age, a few years shy of thirty. Judging by her rough skin and matted hair, he guessed ... | "Welcome back Mr. Williams" the chipper twenty something year old said. The middle aged filthy looking man wearing an old stained, torn T-shirt and grease covered jeans simply responded with a grunt. He shuffles to the back of the store where the alcohol has always been. He opens the freezer door letting the brisk air ... |
The why is up to you. | [WP] A tedious, daily chore, done for the last time. | The bright fluorescent bulb flickered and whined. Micah saw it from the corner of his eye groaning inwardly, it pained his eyes the brightness of it. Waking him up from his unsteady slumber his labored breaths stabbing needles in his chest. He turned his head slowly, trying to see where the nurse placed the nearest gla... | She had spent the night procrastinating again, and she had to meet her boss today and tell him how little progress she'd made. She threw five punches in the air.
"God, Alice, what were you thinking?"
Half-formed excuses ran through her head, but none rang true, and she knew he wouldn't want to hear them anyway.
"Not... |
The why is up to you. | [WP] A tedious, daily chore, done for the last time. | "Cell 32!"
I jumped to order abruptly. It'd been awhile since I'd truly gotten lost in a book. The tier was oddly quiet today, must be the rain. It's nice when it rains. Something about the sound of raindrops gaining in ferocity with the wind, it takes me out of here if only for a brief moment.
I can hear Melendez w... | She had spent the night procrastinating again, and she had to meet her boss today and tell him how little progress she'd made. She threw five punches in the air.
"God, Alice, what were you thinking?"
Half-formed excuses ran through her head, but none rang true, and she knew he wouldn't want to hear them anyway.
"Not... |
The why is up to you. | [WP] A tedious, daily chore, done for the last time. | The bright fluorescent bulb flickered and whined. Micah saw it from the corner of his eye groaning inwardly, it pained his eyes the brightness of it. Waking him up from his unsteady slumber his labored breaths stabbing needles in his chest. He turned his head slowly, trying to see where the nurse placed the nearest gla... | The hide stretched on the rack before her. She had cut in the darkness before the morning, pulling it from the antelope like the cloak from a visiting guest. As light first spilled into the canyon, all of the meat and fat had been scraped away, and when the sun rose high above the canyon, as if angry to find her hidi... |
The why is up to you. | [WP] A tedious, daily chore, done for the last time. | "Cell 32!"
I jumped to order abruptly. It'd been awhile since I'd truly gotten lost in a book. The tier was oddly quiet today, must be the rain. It's nice when it rains. Something about the sound of raindrops gaining in ferocity with the wind, it takes me out of here if only for a brief moment.
I can hear Melendez w... | The hide stretched on the rack before her. She had cut in the darkness before the morning, pulling it from the antelope like the cloak from a visiting guest. As light first spilled into the canyon, all of the meat and fat had been scraped away, and when the sun rose high above the canyon, as if angry to find her hidi... |
The why is up to you. | [WP] A tedious, daily chore, done for the last time. | The bright fluorescent bulb flickered and whined. Micah saw it from the corner of his eye groaning inwardly, it pained his eyes the brightness of it. Waking him up from his unsteady slumber his labored breaths stabbing needles in his chest. He turned his head slowly, trying to see where the nurse placed the nearest gla... | This was it. One last time time and it would be all over. He smiled to himself but quickly stopped when he realised how sick his happiness was. He open the bag which contained his tools for the job. He cleaned them from the day before, as he always had.
"Last time" he whispered beneath his breath.
He hoped it would... |
The why is up to you. | [WP] A tedious, daily chore, done for the last time. | "Cell 32!"
I jumped to order abruptly. It'd been awhile since I'd truly gotten lost in a book. The tier was oddly quiet today, must be the rain. It's nice when it rains. Something about the sound of raindrops gaining in ferocity with the wind, it takes me out of here if only for a brief moment.
I can hear Melendez w... | This was it. One last time time and it would be all over. He smiled to himself but quickly stopped when he realised how sick his happiness was. He open the bag which contained his tools for the job. He cleaned them from the day before, as he always had.
"Last time" he whispered beneath his breath.
He hoped it would... |
The why is up to you. | [WP] A tedious, daily chore, done for the last time. | "Cell 32!"
I jumped to order abruptly. It'd been awhile since I'd truly gotten lost in a book. The tier was oddly quiet today, must be the rain. It's nice when it rains. Something about the sound of raindrops gaining in ferocity with the wind, it takes me out of here if only for a brief moment.
I can hear Melendez w... | The colours dancing across the screen had little impact now.
He used to love The Simpsons. He used to watch it, high as a kite, with all his friends in his dorm room. Now, they were just yellow blurs, a big bright reminder of what life used to be.
He thought back to the day before it happened.
He was outside in the... |
The why is up to you. | [WP] A tedious, daily chore, done for the last time. | "You know you don't have to do this." squeaked my mother, trying her best to hold back the tears.
"Of course I do." I said, brandishing the axe in my hand and raising it above my head. "It's the least I could do." I brought the axe down hard with perfect form. My mother sobbed uncontrollably, unable to hold back fi... | I smiled as I started the dishwasher for the last time. Who would have thought that such a mundane act could be so very comforting? It seems so...normal; it seems so unimportant. If I had it all to do again, I'd load that goddamn machine a thousand times over. How did I live my life with so many dirty dishes? Why did I... |
The why is up to you. | [WP] A tedious, daily chore, done for the last time. | A bitter roast, acidic on the palate, and probably fair trade. I grind the kernels until the oil releases aromatic piles of black dust.
There was a high price for this cup.
There are the perfect imprints of his teeth on my breasts, the knife marks on my sex, stomach, thighs... There are bottles of concealer and fou... | I smiled as I started the dishwasher for the last time. Who would have thought that such a mundane act could be so very comforting? It seems so...normal; it seems so unimportant. If I had it all to do again, I'd load that goddamn machine a thousand times over. How did I live my life with so many dirty dishes? Why did I... |
The why is up to you. | [WP] A tedious, daily chore, done for the last time. | A bitter roast, acidic on the palate, and probably fair trade. I grind the kernels until the oil releases aromatic piles of black dust.
There was a high price for this cup.
There are the perfect imprints of his teeth on my breasts, the knife marks on my sex, stomach, thighs... There are bottles of concealer and fou... | "You know you don't have to do this." squeaked my mother, trying her best to hold back the tears.
"Of course I do." I said, brandishing the axe in my hand and raising it above my head. "It's the least I could do." I brought the axe down hard with perfect form. My mother sobbed uncontrollably, unable to hold back fi... |
[WP] The Second American Civil War. What started it, and who are the two sides? | "There isn't any money in fighting overseas anymore."
That's how the pitch had started. And it was met with a deafening silence around the room.
The conference had been called after years of heavy losses in the arms industry. CEOs and executive leadership from all the major arms companies were present. A few represen... | The battle of Caesar's Palace was a decisive decisive one. The second B.I.G. battalion colloquially known as the "Bad Boys" had pushed the main force of the 2P army, "Death Row", into the desert.
With Las Vegas fallen, The soldiers of Death Row hoped to retreat through the desert, and march back to the capital throug... | |
[WP] Dreams are misinterpretations of possible futures. For the first time one of these dreams come true. | I dream of her.
I dream of me.
I dream of us.
Every night as I laid my head down on that pillow, the walls of my reality faded away and I became the man that I wanted to be. The man she had always wanted me to be.
We would go to the beach, to the park. I would hold her hand, she would laugh at my dry jokes. Seeing... | Hmm. That tooth dream again. This time I only lost one, my top left incisor. The scientific consensus on this was pretty clear. Something was coming that would cause me to not have good personal hygiene. Now, if only I could remember the rest of the dream so I could figure out why. I wracked my brain for a few minutes.... | |
There are things we all desire in life: material, physical or otherwise. I, myself, have a longing for a bit of technology. The company that makes it is beloved by scores of people and reviled just as much. Oh, if only I had the money to afford this sleek lightweight beast. I tremble at the thought that something that ... | [FF] 150 words or less: Describe something you desire and reveal it at the end | My mouth waters at the thought of the long tube. Rivulets of saliva run down my chin and disappear into the forest of my goatee. It burns inside me like a dying phoenix collapsing to ash. I nick my finger with the tine of a fork. There's no blood, I'm just edgy.
"Calm down, you'll be fine." She says chewing cinnamon g... | Eyes feel heavy, focused, tired. Minutes count down; time slips through the cracks slowly as if dragged by an anchor, the chains tied round my chest. Shallow breathing, focus fading, silently cursing the day this curse was cast. My mind wanders from the task at hand; my eyes shift listlessly away, a vision of endless l... |
There are things we all desire in life: material, physical or otherwise. I, myself, have a longing for a bit of technology. The company that makes it is beloved by scores of people and reviled just as much. Oh, if only I had the money to afford this sleek lightweight beast. I tremble at the thought that something that ... | [FF] 150 words or less: Describe something you desire and reveal it at the end | That twinge. That first flutter. That feeling that can't be described to anyone who hasn't experienced it. It's so exciting, yet so terrifying. I can't help but feel selfish because I've felt it so many times before when others only hope to. I know I can't have it. I know it would be reckless and irresponsible, but it ... | Eyes feel heavy, focused, tired. Minutes count down; time slips through the cracks slowly as if dragged by an anchor, the chains tied round my chest. Shallow breathing, focus fading, silently cursing the day this curse was cast. My mind wanders from the task at hand; my eyes shift listlessly away, a vision of endless l... |
There are things we all desire in life: material, physical or otherwise. I, myself, have a longing for a bit of technology. The company that makes it is beloved by scores of people and reviled just as much. Oh, if only I had the money to afford this sleek lightweight beast. I tremble at the thought that something that ... | [FF] 150 words or less: Describe something you desire and reveal it at the end | My mouth waters at the thought of the long tube. Rivulets of saliva run down my chin and disappear into the forest of my goatee. It burns inside me like a dying phoenix collapsing to ash. I nick my finger with the tine of a fork. There's no blood, I'm just edgy.
"Calm down, you'll be fine." She says chewing cinnamon g... | I can feel your warmth in my lap, but I know I have to wait. I've been thinking about this all day - I could barely focus at work. Now that I have you, the temptation is almost insurmountable, but I know the payoff will be so much better if I can hold out a little longer so that I can enjoy you in your entirety. Your w... |
There are things we all desire in life: material, physical or otherwise. I, myself, have a longing for a bit of technology. The company that makes it is beloved by scores of people and reviled just as much. Oh, if only I had the money to afford this sleek lightweight beast. I tremble at the thought that something that ... | [FF] 150 words or less: Describe something you desire and reveal it at the end | That twinge. That first flutter. That feeling that can't be described to anyone who hasn't experienced it. It's so exciting, yet so terrifying. I can't help but feel selfish because I've felt it so many times before when others only hope to. I know I can't have it. I know it would be reckless and irresponsible, but it ... | >I awake each day with an unforced smile. Challenging work fills most of my time, though ultimately I emerge a more well rounded person from it. Leisure period is filled with innumerable calls for my company. I have my choice at any or none. My current character-building activity is progressing swimmingly. Correspon... |
There are things we all desire in life: material, physical or otherwise. I, myself, have a longing for a bit of technology. The company that makes it is beloved by scores of people and reviled just as much. Oh, if only I had the money to afford this sleek lightweight beast. I tremble at the thought that something that ... | [FF] 150 words or less: Describe something you desire and reveal it at the end | I find that the most enjoyable time to be alive is when I am sleeping. My brain does not think, and consciously, I do not exist. What I desire is a mere extension of that.
I want to die. | >I awake each day with an unforced smile. Challenging work fills most of my time, though ultimately I emerge a more well rounded person from it. Leisure period is filled with innumerable calls for my company. I have my choice at any or none. My current character-building activity is progressing swimmingly. Correspon... |
There are things we all desire in life: material, physical or otherwise. I, myself, have a longing for a bit of technology. The company that makes it is beloved by scores of people and reviled just as much. Oh, if only I had the money to afford this sleek lightweight beast. I tremble at the thought that something that ... | [FF] 150 words or less: Describe something you desire and reveal it at the end | I pulled my hand out of the drywall. My hand was bleeding, but I felt a little less frustrated. Once more, I carefully scanned the room; top to bottom, left to right.
Nowhere! They’re no-fucking-where! “Fuck!” I scream. I grab a handful of my wife’s hair, and yank her up to eye level. “Where are they?” I spit a little ... | >I awake each day with an unforced smile. Challenging work fills most of my time, though ultimately I emerge a more well rounded person from it. Leisure period is filled with innumerable calls for my company. I have my choice at any or none. My current character-building activity is progressing swimmingly. Correspon... |
There are things we all desire in life: material, physical or otherwise. I, myself, have a longing for a bit of technology. The company that makes it is beloved by scores of people and reviled just as much. Oh, if only I had the money to afford this sleek lightweight beast. I tremble at the thought that something that ... | [FF] 150 words or less: Describe something you desire and reveal it at the end | I pulled my hand out of the drywall. My hand was bleeding, but I felt a little less frustrated. Once more, I carefully scanned the room; top to bottom, left to right.
Nowhere! They’re no-fucking-where! “Fuck!” I scream. I grab a handful of my wife’s hair, and yank her up to eye level. “Where are they?” I spit a little ... | Her lip trembles at my touch. This, this is my desire. The averted gaze, the quick sidelong glance, a dance of sorts, played among two strangers in the street. The players, like rams, locking horns in combat, shoulders crashing again and again. I remain unmoving, unbreakable, and their muttered words of pardon greet m... |
[WP] A sherriff walks off of the murderer's property. He doesn't know that the property owner is the murderer. He realizes the truth. He turns around and says... (200 words) | "Oh my God, the property owner is the murderer!" | I should kill more often. Not for no reason, but if this slow-witted, cigar-chomping, mumbling desk jockey is the best LAPD can send on such a high-profile "disappearance", why would I sit through another bothersome interpersonal dispute when murder is apparently so very easy to get away with?
My pulse is steady and m... | |
I find it's difficult to describe massive waves of people surrounded by utter chaos, so I want to see you give it a try. What are you doing? Are you one of the riot police, sworn to protect the people in and outside the riot? Are you a rioter, rallying against some social injustice? Or are you simply a bystander, ob... | [WP] You are part of a riot. Where are you? | I caught one of the rioters by the arm and opened my trench coat, revealing bottles of kerosine and whiskey.
"Can I get you a Molotov, young man?" I asked. "They're twenty Euros apiece. Your money back if you catch a cop on fire."
"Nah, man," the rioter said. "I ain't that crazy."
"A gas mask then. The pigs will thr... | There they were. The ones who started everything. Covering their faces as if the masks granted them immunity.
Smith had seen the deterioration of the country. His job was long gone and he had run out of money. Watching his wife leave with his two kids was the straw that broke the camel's back. Except this time, the ca... |
[WP]: a new STD is discovered, which spreads by turning the infected incredibly physically attractive, however shortening their life spans significantly | Dr. Johansen ogled over the most recent statistics with fear in his eyes; the infection rate was much higher than the projection had estimated for the third consecutive year, 850 million detected cases worldwide, victims dying of massive hepatic failure in an average of 8 years after acquiring the disease. He stroked h... | "So you have the [beautiful Squidward disease](http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/171/180/tumblr_lpycb2FGGZ1qg45tj.gif?1315271524), huh?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna have sex?"
"Sure." | |
[WP]: a new STD is discovered, which spreads by turning the infected incredibly physically attractive, however shortening their life spans significantly | They called it Pulchrasituoma when it was first discovered, following the trend of naming shit that kills you after pretty Latin words. Everyone could tell something had changed. People were nicer looking, people were happier. You'd go to a club and there wasn't a homely person in sight. Not that they didn't exist anym... | "So you have the [beautiful Squidward disease](http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/171/180/tumblr_lpycb2FGGZ1qg45tj.gif?1315271524), huh?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna have sex?"
"Sure." | |
[WP]: a new STD is discovered, which spreads by turning the infected incredibly physically attractive, however shortening their life spans significantly | Dr. Johansen ogled over the most recent statistics with fear in his eyes; the infection rate was much higher than the projection had estimated for the third consecutive year, 850 million detected cases worldwide, victims dying of massive hepatic failure in an average of 8 years after acquiring the disease. He stroked h... | Pariahs have become overnight celebrities advocating celibacy, and decades of sexual liberation have gone down the drain. The Amish, the Mormons, fundamentalists, and all other conservative circles have risen to power with the newly dictated rules for the survival of the fittest.
Beauty has once again become the grea... | |
[WP]: a new STD is discovered, which spreads by turning the infected incredibly physically attractive, however shortening their life spans significantly | They called it Pulchrasituoma when it was first discovered, following the trend of naming shit that kills you after pretty Latin words. Everyone could tell something had changed. People were nicer looking, people were happier. You'd go to a club and there wasn't a homely person in sight. Not that they didn't exist anym... | Angela straddled her latest client, running her fingers through his hair.
“Are you ready to burst from your cocoon, hon?” she whispered in his ear. The john, eyes closed, could only nod, sweat beading under his fringe of greying hair. Angela smiled, running her lips over his earlobe. She continued to kiss her way down... | |
Feel free to embellish a little, but don't go overboard. You can discuss whatever kind of fear you like, and whether or not you overcame it.
Happy writing! | [WP] Let's do something different: Write about a personal experience. When in your life have you felt most afraid? Why? | In high school, we had to practice a number of emergency drills unrelated to the usual fire variety. This was commonplace after a certain school in Colorado struck fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. These drills were mostly annoyances, albeit ones that delayed lectures, but at least they were grounded in reali... | The parents of the kid I was babysitting came back around 1am. I declined their offer for a ride home. It was my last New England fall before I left for college and an unseasonably warm night for the first night of November. Besides, I only lived a mile away.
I took the long way home, hoping to stretch out my remaini... |
Feel free to embellish a little, but don't go overboard. You can discuss whatever kind of fear you like, and whether or not you overcame it.
Happy writing! | [WP] Let's do something different: Write about a personal experience. When in your life have you felt most afraid? Why? | In high school, we had to practice a number of emergency drills unrelated to the usual fire variety. This was commonplace after a certain school in Colorado struck fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. These drills were mostly annoyances, albeit ones that delayed lectures, but at least they were grounded in reali... | when I was 10 I went to Disneyland for the first time. We decided to go to the Haunted Mansion ride. Big Mistake. As we got in this giant elevator, I started staring up at the portraits.
Normal portraits, right? Until the elevator goes down, then they turn into people dying and being blown up. All sorts of things that... |
Feel free to embellish a little, but don't go overboard. You can discuss whatever kind of fear you like, and whether or not you overcame it.
Happy writing! | [WP] Let's do something different: Write about a personal experience. When in your life have you felt most afraid? Why? | I felt my heart sink, when I noticed the area code. It wasn’t a number I recognized, but I knew that it was coming from the area my brother lived in. After a few moments of deliberation, I quietly stood up from my seat, and handed in a half-finished exam, sheepishly pointing at my cell phone before stepping out.
I fel... | Oh, man. You're gonna laugh at this one.
See, I have a phobia. No big deal, lots of people have them. But mine is pretty weird.
I have a phobia of cheese.
Look, I never said it was rational. I'm fine with melted/soft/sweet cheeses. But just about anything else I just can't stand. It's not exactly fear, just a deep s... |
Feel free to embellish a little, but don't go overboard. You can discuss whatever kind of fear you like, and whether or not you overcame it.
Happy writing! | [WP] Let's do something different: Write about a personal experience. When in your life have you felt most afraid? Why? | In high school, we had to practice a number of emergency drills unrelated to the usual fire variety. This was commonplace after a certain school in Colorado struck fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. These drills were mostly annoyances, albeit ones that delayed lectures, but at least they were grounded in reali... | Oh, man. You're gonna laugh at this one.
See, I have a phobia. No big deal, lots of people have them. But mine is pretty weird.
I have a phobia of cheese.
Look, I never said it was rational. I'm fine with melted/soft/sweet cheeses. But just about anything else I just can't stand. It's not exactly fear, just a deep s... |
Feel free to embellish a little, but don't go overboard. You can discuss whatever kind of fear you like, and whether or not you overcame it.
Happy writing! | [WP] Let's do something different: Write about a personal experience. When in your life have you felt most afraid? Why? | In high school, we had to practice a number of emergency drills unrelated to the usual fire variety. This was commonplace after a certain school in Colorado struck fear into the hearts of parents everywhere. These drills were mostly annoyances, albeit ones that delayed lectures, but at least they were grounded in reali... | It was about eight years ago. Some friends and I traveled from Colorado to California to partake in "Nocturnal Wonderland" - a rave to end all raves, at least at the time. Hundreds of DJs, and the Orange County event center, with a little lagoon and 12 stages, both indoor and outdoor.
We had taken some ecstasy durin... |
[WP] On a farm, the animals worship humanity as gods. Among the turkeys, being chosen for Thanksgiving dinner is seen as the highest possible honor. Write from the perspective of a male turkey who is jealous of his sister, who has been selected to be slaughtered. | Gobble gobble! Gobble gobble gobble gobble, gobble gobble! Gobble, gobble gobble Gobble gobble Gobble Gob Gobble gobble gobble gobble. Gobble gobble gobble? Gobble! Gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble; gobble gobble gobble!
Gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble, "Gobble gobble." gobble gobble, gobble. Gobble gobbl... | We all waited and watched in silent reverence. He snaked between us silently, and we made way as he passed. Not a sound came from a turkey's mouth. Every so often, he bent down and examined one of us, then left, moving on to another turkey. My heart leapt into my throat when he stopped at me. He leaned down, bringing h... | |
[WP] On a farm, the animals worship humanity as gods. Among the turkeys, being chosen for Thanksgiving dinner is seen as the highest possible honor. Write from the perspective of a male turkey who is jealous of his sister, who has been selected to be slaughtered. | Gobble gobble! Gobble gobble gobble gobble, gobble gobble! Gobble, gobble gobble Gobble gobble Gobble Gob Gobble gobble gobble gobble. Gobble gobble gobble? Gobble! Gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble; gobble gobble gobble!
Gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble, "Gobble gobble." gobble gobble, gobble. Gobble gobbl... | "Bitch," he gobbled from his place inside the pen. He watched with angry eyes as one of the gods, the one with the coveralls--selected his sister for this years tribute. He, like the others, had run around offering to be this years tribute, but the wrinkled God with the axe ignored him. He wasn't angry at the God. They... | |
Write about the conversation. The agent is there to dissuade you from a decision you're making that detrimental to the organization they are apart of. What are you thoughts? What do you do? | [WP] The NSA (or other shadow organization) sends a representative to talk with you. | Sitting on the barstool in the small hole in the wall, I sipped my beer. I glanced out the window out into the parking lot where the night's mist had set in. Turning back to glance at the TV, I heard the door sway open and the footsteps of a man behind me. He sat down on the barstool next to me and patted me on the sho... | I was just about ready to call it a night. At about 1:30 in the morning I was just about ready to complete the hacking within the next few hours. However, I decided that I needed to get some sleep and that I would continue in the morning. I was making a lot of typos and errors, and didn't want to make a mistake, so tha... |
[WP] A Zombie outbreak at a Walmart on Black Friday | Cletus and Earl sat in Earl's pickup across the street from Walmart. They watched the ebb and flow of bodies coming and going from the store. People bit each other, whether for food or to get the last $99 flat screen, neither man could tell.
"We's supposed to be shootin' zombies, right?" Cleatus asked, looking at h... | I was there. Thursday, November 28th, 2013. Thanksgiving Night. Lines started as Early as 4pm. Doors open at 6. Promises of 75% Discounts and more made even the sickest of people roll out of bed.
It was the perfect storm. The absolute chaos prevented authorities to act as fast as they needed to. The choke of the check... | |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | When tasked to write this dictum
I spat, complained, and then some.
What am I psychic?
What's a limerick?
Fuck it. I’m writing a poem. | Come friend, hear a tale
Of a girl in dress pale
And later that night
I saw her just right
Shoulda left on the veil
|
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | There was an old man from Peru,
who cooked all his kids in a stew.
He feasted all night,
then claimed with delight.
*I must make myself veal again soon!* | Come friend, hear a tale
Of a girl in dress pale
And later that night
I saw her just right
Shoulda left on the veil
|
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | You asked for a poem with twist,
No really, you said, I insist,
So I look and I nod,
As I check your hot bod,
Now THERE is an anus I'd fist! | Come friend, hear a tale
Of a girl in dress pale
And later that night
I saw her just right
Shoulda left on the veil
|
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | Addicted to coke all my life, see?
My symptoms would almost destroy me
But I'm gonna change
Get my life rearranged
From now on, I only drink Pepsi! | Come friend, hear a tale
Of a girl in dress pale
And later that night
I saw her just right
Shoulda left on the veil
|
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | On the van was written "Free Candy",
The man said his name was Andy,
He drove it near a school,
They thought he was a fool,
But the product he was testing was dandy! | Come friend, hear a tale
Of a girl in dress pale
And later that night
I saw her just right
Shoulda left on the veil
|
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | There was an old man
From Peru, whose lim'ricks all
Look'd like haiku; He
Said with a laugh, "I
cut them in half-- the pay is
much better for two." | Come friend, hear a tale
Of a girl in dress pale
And later that night
I saw her just right
Shoulda left on the veil
|
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | Addicted to coke all my life, see?
My symptoms would almost destroy me
But I'm gonna change
Get my life rearranged
From now on, I only drink Pepsi! | I first saw my true love in a glade
For her hand, any item I'd trade
"Who's her dad?" I did sigh
When I heard the reply:
"That statue? T'wern't born, it was made!" |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | Addicted to coke all my life, see?
My symptoms would almost destroy me
But I'm gonna change
Get my life rearranged
From now on, I only drink Pepsi! | There once was a man named Dover
who went looking for a four leaf clover.
He thought it'd bring luck,
help him give a fuck,
but in searching, a truck ran him over.
|
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | Addicted to coke all my life, see?
My symptoms would almost destroy me
But I'm gonna change
Get my life rearranged
From now on, I only drink Pepsi! | There was an old writer named krymson,
Who lived with a roommate quite winsome
He ogled her nightly
And clutched very tightly
The money she gave him, and then some.
|
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | On the van was written "Free Candy",
The man said his name was Andy,
He drove it near a school,
They thought he was a fool,
But the product he was testing was dandy! | When tasked to write this dictum
I spat, complained, and then some.
What am I psychic?
What's a limerick?
Fuck it. I’m writing a poem. |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | There was an old man
From Peru, whose lim'ricks all
Look'd like haiku; He
Said with a laugh, "I
cut them in half-- the pay is
much better for two." | When tasked to write this dictum
I spat, complained, and then some.
What am I psychic?
What's a limerick?
Fuck it. I’m writing a poem. |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | There was an old man
From Peru, whose lim'ricks all
Look'd like haiku; He
Said with a laugh, "I
cut them in half-- the pay is
much better for two." | On the van was written "Free Candy",
The man said his name was Andy,
He drove it near a school,
They thought he was a fool,
But the product he was testing was dandy! |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | There was an old man
From Peru, whose lim'ricks all
Look'd like haiku; He
Said with a laugh, "I
cut them in half-- the pay is
much better for two." | There once was a lad from Japan
Whose poetry, they never would scan
When I asked him why
He said with a sigh
I don't know maybe it's because I always cram as many syllables into the last line as I possibly, possibly can.
*(I can't remember where I heard this, but I definitely didn't write it myself.)* |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | I have quite a stunning confession
Involving a lasting obsession:
I squeeze out a fart
And then do my part
To frame *you* for my own transgression ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜) | Wasting away on a page
Based on advice that's unsage
Drop proud tradition
Swap rhyme's position
Placed at line's start not the end |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | It was such a lovely occasion
With folks of every persuasion
Mary made pie
Scott baked french rye
And Christopher murdered an Asian | Wasting away on a page
Based on advice that's unsage
Drop proud tradition
Swap rhyme's position
Placed at line's start not the end |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | There was an old man
From Peru, whose lim'ricks all
Look'd like haiku; He
Said with a laugh, "I
cut them in half-- the pay is
much better for two." | Wasting away on a page
Based on advice that's unsage
Drop proud tradition
Swap rhyme's position
Placed at line's start not the end |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | I wept as I buried my wife
Far too soon, the end of her life
For just this past night
We had a big fight
And I murdered that bitch with a knife | Wasting away on a page
Based on advice that's unsage
Drop proud tradition
Swap rhyme's position
Placed at line's start not the end |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | I have quite a stunning confession
Involving a lasting obsession:
I squeeze out a fart
And then do my part
To frame *you* for my own transgression ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜) | There once was a beast named Reddit,
A site so good people fed it,
Grammar Nazis unbound,
They're always around,
So, you better be quick with your edit. |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | It was such a lovely occasion
With folks of every persuasion
Mary made pie
Scott baked french rye
And Christopher murdered an Asian | There once was a beast named Reddit,
A site so good people fed it,
Grammar Nazis unbound,
They're always around,
So, you better be quick with your edit. |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | There was an old man
From Peru, whose lim'ricks all
Look'd like haiku; He
Said with a laugh, "I
cut them in half-- the pay is
much better for two." | There once was a beast named Reddit,
A site so good people fed it,
Grammar Nazis unbound,
They're always around,
So, you better be quick with your edit. |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | There was an old man
From Peru, whose lim'ricks all
Look'd like haiku; He
Said with a laugh, "I
cut them in half-- the pay is
much better for two." | I have quite a stunning confession
Involving a lasting obsession:
I squeeze out a fart
And then do my part
To frame *you* for my own transgression ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜) |
It can be about anything, but it must have a twist at the end! | [WP] A limerick with a twist | There was an old man
From Peru, whose lim'ricks all
Look'd like haiku; He
Said with a laugh, "I
cut them in half-- the pay is
much better for two." | It was such a lovely occasion
With folks of every persuasion
Mary made pie
Scott baked french rye
And Christopher murdered an Asian |
[WP] "How much of a hero are you, if all you've managed to save is yourself?" | "That's what they call me...the hero. The one who ended the Time War," said The Doctor.
"How much of a hero are you, if all you've managed to save is yourself?" asked his companion.
The Doctor lifted his head, his expression morose. "I didn't just save myself. I wiped out the Dalek race. The most notorious murderers ... | He didn't mean it.
But now as I sat looking down on the park from the top of a block of flats I couldn't think of anything else.
He was as upset as I was that she had passed, he had just snapped and said what he wanted to say. But he didn't mean it.
That wasn't making things easier.
I had tried so hard. Even as I ... | |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | **Sorry, it's long**
“You know, when I got the message to meet Santa at this address, I almost thought someone was screwing with me.”
Death adjusted the wrist cuff on his charcoal gray suit as he turned toward the fireplace. Santa had just landed and was stepping from his usual entryway. St. Nick let out a soft, ... | The brisk wind whipped on the universally recognized beard of Santa Claus as he materialized on top of Jimmy- the good kid but bad home-Stewart. With a smug look on his face Santa pulled out his list checker 3000,"check surroundings and then prepare for gifting". Whizz, deet, deet, deet-three souls and an anomaly found... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | **Sorry, it's long**
“You know, when I got the message to meet Santa at this address, I almost thought someone was screwing with me.”
Death adjusted the wrist cuff on his charcoal gray suit as he turned toward the fireplace. Santa had just landed and was stepping from his usual entryway. St. Nick let out a soft, ... | The house sat in the center of a neihborhood, surrounded by houses that looked just the same. The snow fell lightly in the cold, dark hours of the night as two figures walked along the sidewalk from opposite ends. They met in front of the driveway in front of the house and stood in silence, facing eachother.
"Chris,"... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | Santa hoisted the bag of toys over his shoulders as he readied himself for the next delivery. We walked past Dasher, Dance, Prancer and all the others, gently scratching their ears. If it wasn't for them he wouldn't be here after all. He made his way to the chimney, but as he approached he felt the temperature chang... | She didn't have a chimney, not that it mattered, which was good because if he was still bound by the mere corporeal then the heavy padlock on the outside of her door would have kept him out just as much as it kept her in.
He stood there outside the door ankle deep in the trash of empty bottles and needles, he watched... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | "Well, this is awkward." Death whispered, leaning on his scythe near the tree.
"Hello, Death. You're early." Santa responded, stepping from the fireplace.
"You knew I'd be here? The Dark Lord of Despair asked, testing the edge of his reaver with boney thumb. "Why am I not surprised."
"You've always been at the top o... | She didn't have a chimney, not that it mattered, which was good because if he was still bound by the mere corporeal then the heavy padlock on the outside of her door would have kept him out just as much as it kept her in.
He stood there outside the door ankle deep in the trash of empty bottles and needles, he watched... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | Santa hoisted the bag of toys over his shoulders as he readied himself for the next delivery. We walked past Dasher, Dance, Prancer and all the others, gently scratching their ears. If it wasn't for them he wouldn't be here after all. He made his way to the chimney, but as he approached he felt the temperature chang... | The Reaper stood silently outside of the Johnson's home. He had arrived only moments after St. Nick.
He had no list to check, it did not matter if you were naughty or nice, death comes to all.
Santa was packing the last stocking, it read "Max" in bright red glitter, St. Nick flicked the glitter from his black glove ... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | "Well, this is awkward." Death whispered, leaning on his scythe near the tree.
"Hello, Death. You're early." Santa responded, stepping from the fireplace.
"You knew I'd be here? The Dark Lord of Despair asked, testing the edge of his reaver with boney thumb. "Why am I not surprised."
"You've always been at the top o... | The Reaper stood silently outside of the Johnson's home. He had arrived only moments after St. Nick.
He had no list to check, it did not matter if you were naughty or nice, death comes to all.
Santa was packing the last stocking, it read "Max" in bright red glitter, St. Nick flicked the glitter from his black glove ... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | Santa hoisted the bag of toys over his shoulders as he readied himself for the next delivery. We walked past Dasher, Dance, Prancer and all the others, gently scratching their ears. If it wasn't for them he wouldn't be here after all. He made his way to the chimney, but as he approached he felt the temperature chang... | Twas the night before Christmas, and dreams were of glee
For soon there'd be gifts underneath the tree.
The stockings were filled by the chimney with care
Good ol' Saint Nick was already there!
With the children nestled all snug in their beds
Santa felt a chill run by his cold head
"Why, hello Kris Kringle" the dark m... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | "Well, this is awkward." Death whispered, leaning on his scythe near the tree.
"Hello, Death. You're early." Santa responded, stepping from the fireplace.
"You knew I'd be here? The Dark Lord of Despair asked, testing the edge of his reaver with boney thumb. "Why am I not surprised."
"You've always been at the top o... | Twas the night before Christmas, and dreams were of glee
For soon there'd be gifts underneath the tree.
The stockings were filled by the chimney with care
Good ol' Saint Nick was already there!
With the children nestled all snug in their beds
Santa felt a chill run by his cold head
"Why, hello Kris Kringle" the dark m... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | Santa hoisted the bag of toys over his shoulders as he readied himself for the next delivery. We walked past Dasher, Dance, Prancer and all the others, gently scratching their ears. If it wasn't for them he wouldn't be here after all. He made his way to the chimney, but as he approached he felt the temperature chang... | "Not tonight," he said.
Death gave him that funny crooked grin of his. "Not really your decision, I'm afraid." Death stood up from the armchair and brushed cookie crumbs of his hands. "I've been trying to catch up with you all night. Those little reindeer of yours have been working hard. Mind not to work them too hard... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | "Well, this is awkward." Death whispered, leaning on his scythe near the tree.
"Hello, Death. You're early." Santa responded, stepping from the fireplace.
"You knew I'd be here? The Dark Lord of Despair asked, testing the edge of his reaver with boney thumb. "Why am I not surprised."
"You've always been at the top o... | "Not tonight," he said.
Death gave him that funny crooked grin of his. "Not really your decision, I'm afraid." Death stood up from the armchair and brushed cookie crumbs of his hands. "I've been trying to catch up with you all night. Those little reindeer of yours have been working hard. Mind not to work them too hard... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | Ere the eves were full of snow
A small amount falls off
There be no wind tonight to blow
The red man near the trough
He fiddles down the chimney fast
As silent as a mouse
And at the bottom knows at last
Another's in the house
One brings joy material
The other, sombre sorrow
The one in black, ethereal
Denies ... | The fat man landed in the fireplace with a thump. He took a moment to stretch, and brush some of the ashes off of his bright red suit before turning to survey the room. He sw a tall thin figure standing in the middle of the room, back to him, seemingly studying the family's glowing Christmas tree. "And what do you thin... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | Santa hoisted the bag of toys over his shoulders as he readied himself for the next delivery. We walked past Dasher, Dance, Prancer and all the others, gently scratching their ears. If it wasn't for them he wouldn't be here after all. He made his way to the chimney, but as he approached he felt the temperature chang... | The fat man landed in the fireplace with a thump. He took a moment to stretch, and brush some of the ashes off of his bright red suit before turning to survey the room. He sw a tall thin figure standing in the middle of the room, back to him, seemingly studying the family's glowing Christmas tree. "And what do you thin... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | "Well, this is awkward." Death whispered, leaning on his scythe near the tree.
"Hello, Death. You're early." Santa responded, stepping from the fireplace.
"You knew I'd be here? The Dark Lord of Despair asked, testing the edge of his reaver with boney thumb. "Why am I not surprised."
"You've always been at the top o... | The fat man landed in the fireplace with a thump. He took a moment to stretch, and brush some of the ashes off of his bright red suit before turning to survey the room. He sw a tall thin figure standing in the middle of the room, back to him, seemingly studying the family's glowing Christmas tree. "And what do you thin... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | [In a dark chamber, in a chewed, wooden throne sat the end of all days, Death](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFxLFDP0I64). The list he held troubled him, it had only one name. A trouble that would never show on his gleaming skull or constant grin. Death had the memories of doing the job since time began, but it was th... | A rotund shadow darkens the alley next to little Jimmy Taylor's house. He's been good this year, or so he would claim. The kid that he's been ruthlessly bullying at school for the last few weeks would disagree, but Saint Nick's obesity is a burden on his omnipotence, so Jimmy will be spoiled all the same.
He enters... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | “What can you help out with?” She was cross-armed interrogating.
“I have a couple dollars in change.”
“Your bedroom puppy dog eyes don’t work on me anymore. How are you helping?”
“Look, I’ll stay with her while she’s here. Please.”
“No, no. Well. I have a date tomorrow. I’ll stay here with her tonight, you come i... | A rotund shadow darkens the alley next to little Jimmy Taylor's house. He's been good this year, or so he would claim. The kid that he's been ruthlessly bullying at school for the last few weeks would disagree, but Saint Nick's obesity is a burden on his omnipotence, so Jimmy will be spoiled all the same.
He enters... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | Ere the eves were full of snow
A small amount falls off
There be no wind tonight to blow
The red man near the trough
He fiddles down the chimney fast
As silent as a mouse
And at the bottom knows at last
Another's in the house
One brings joy material
The other, sombre sorrow
The one in black, ethereal
Denies ... | A rotund shadow darkens the alley next to little Jimmy Taylor's house. He's been good this year, or so he would claim. The kid that he's been ruthlessly bullying at school for the last few weeks would disagree, but Saint Nick's obesity is a burden on his omnipotence, so Jimmy will be spoiled all the same.
He enters... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | Santa hoisted the bag of toys over his shoulders as he readied himself for the next delivery. We walked past Dasher, Dance, Prancer and all the others, gently scratching their ears. If it wasn't for them he wouldn't be here after all. He made his way to the chimney, but as he approached he felt the temperature chang... | A rotund shadow darkens the alley next to little Jimmy Taylor's house. He's been good this year, or so he would claim. The kid that he's been ruthlessly bullying at school for the last few weeks would disagree, but Saint Nick's obesity is a burden on his omnipotence, so Jimmy will be spoiled all the same.
He enters... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | He paused in the course of his duties - something he never did, by tradition - and turned towards the fireplace.
"I said, hello, again, old friend.", the large man in the red suit said. He took a couple steps forward from the fireplace, leaving a trail of soot-prints on the ground, and removing black gloves. He reache... | A rotund shadow darkens the alley next to little Jimmy Taylor's house. He's been good this year, or so he would claim. The kid that he's been ruthlessly bullying at school for the last few weeks would disagree, but Saint Nick's obesity is a burden on his omnipotence, so Jimmy will be spoiled all the same.
He enters... |
I'm excited! This is my first prompt! Looking forward to great stories!
EDIT: I am absolutely stunned with the power of the writers in this community. You are phenomenal, and I hope to one day feel capable of joining your ranks with an answer!
Just amazing. Thank you for a successful post! | [WP] Santa and Death both arrive at a young child's house at the same time. | "Well, this is awkward." Death whispered, leaning on his scythe near the tree.
"Hello, Death. You're early." Santa responded, stepping from the fireplace.
"You knew I'd be here? The Dark Lord of Despair asked, testing the edge of his reaver with boney thumb. "Why am I not surprised."
"You've always been at the top o... | A rotund shadow darkens the alley next to little Jimmy Taylor's house. He's been good this year, or so he would claim. The kid that he's been ruthlessly bullying at school for the last few weeks would disagree, but Saint Nick's obesity is a burden on his omnipotence, so Jimmy will be spoiled all the same.
He enters... |
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