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[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | "I ate that bitch."
"Dude, it's fine, everyone hates somebody."
I just nodded at his ignorance and picked at my teeth, where chunks of skin and hair were stuck. | Bryan turned back towards me, wincing and cradling his left arm. A peculiar expression slowly broke across his face as he spilled to the floor, the dry erase marker rolled out from his palm, clicking softly across the tiles. Behind him, the whiteboard displayed in lazy handwriting: "Distribution wealth the average top ... | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | The massive clock took up over half of my bedroom. Fucking hard-of-hearing genie. | Bryan turned back towards me, wincing and cradling his left arm. A peculiar expression slowly broke across his face as he spilled to the floor, the dry erase marker rolled out from his palm, clicking softly across the tiles. Behind him, the whiteboard displayed in lazy handwriting: "Distribution wealth the average top ... | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | Parlez-vous français? Sprechen sie Deutsch? Do you speak English? | Bryan turned back towards me, wincing and cradling his left arm. A peculiar expression slowly broke across his face as he spilled to the floor, the dry erase marker rolled out from his palm, clicking softly across the tiles. Behind him, the whiteboard displayed in lazy handwriting: "Distribution wealth the average top ... | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | "I ate that bitch."
"Dude, it's fine, everyone hates somebody."
I just nodded at his ignorance and picked at my teeth, where chunks of skin and hair were stuck. | Only two people left in the world, including me. I finally found that other man. If only I spoke Russian. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | The massive clock took up over half of my bedroom. Fucking hard-of-hearing genie. | Only two people left in the world, including me. I finally found that other man. If only I spoke Russian. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | Parlez-vous français? Sprechen sie Deutsch? Do you speak English? | Only two people left in the world, including me. I finally found that other man. If only I spoke Russian. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | She saw me shopping with my female cousin. I was buying her the ring. She didn't know that was my cousin. | "Can I smoke, do you mind?"
"No, please." The man responded, and immediately regretted, as he attempted to suppress a few hysterical fits of coughing. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | Parlez-vous français? Sprechen sie Deutsch? Do you speak English? | "Can I smoke, do you mind?"
"No, please." The man responded, and immediately regretted, as he attempted to suppress a few hysterical fits of coughing. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | My hands closed over hers, and I knew there was not much time left. She looked into my eyes and I stared back into hers, drinking them in for the final time. As I whispered goodbye her eyes closed, and to this day I do not know if she heard me. | "Can I smoke, do you mind?"
"No, please." The man responded, and immediately regretted, as he attempted to suppress a few hysterical fits of coughing. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | "You know I think we have a communication problem," I said.
No response from her still, she just keeps staring into the distance.
"Fine you can just stay there then," I yelled as I threw the corpse back into the coffin.
| "Can I smoke, do you mind?"
"No, please." The man responded, and immediately regretted, as he attempted to suppress a few hysterical fits of coughing. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | He could no longer bear the distance that had grown between them. "I hate this," he moaned.
Without looking up from breakfast, she mumbled, "Yeah, my eggs are runny, too." | "Can I smoke, do you mind?"
"No, please." The man responded, and immediately regretted, as he attempted to suppress a few hysterical fits of coughing. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | Parlez-vous français? Sprechen sie Deutsch? Do you speak English? | A man was horribly mutilated by a bus today on the corner of 5th Avenue. His name was Matthew Walters and he was 34 years old. His brother says that he was on his way to their usual meeting place several blocks over, even though they weren't meeting today. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | My hands closed over hers, and I knew there was not much time left. She looked into my eyes and I stared back into hers, drinking them in for the final time. As I whispered goodbye her eyes closed, and to this day I do not know if she heard me. | A man was horribly mutilated by a bus today on the corner of 5th Avenue. His name was Matthew Walters and he was 34 years old. His brother says that he was on his way to their usual meeting place several blocks over, even though they weren't meeting today. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | My hands closed over hers, and I knew there was not much time left. She looked into my eyes and I stared back into hers, drinking them in for the final time. As I whispered goodbye her eyes closed, and to this day I do not know if she heard me. | She saw me shopping with my female cousin. I was buying her the ring. She didn't know that was my cousin. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | He could no longer bear the distance that had grown between them. "I hate this," he moaned.
Without looking up from breakfast, she mumbled, "Yeah, my eggs are runny, too." | "You know I think we have a communication problem," I said.
No response from her still, she just keeps staring into the distance.
"Fine you can just stay there then," I yelled as I threw the corpse back into the coffin.
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[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | He could no longer bear the distance that had grown between them. "I hate this," he moaned.
Without looking up from breakfast, she mumbled, "Yeah, my eggs are runny, too." | "Force-fed cyanide?"
"No, coarse bread, fried."
"Strange choice, but you've ordered one weird suicide!" | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | He could no longer bear the distance that had grown between them. "I hate this," he moaned.
Without looking up from breakfast, she mumbled, "Yeah, my eggs are runny, too." | We have finally made it gentleman. We are the first humans on Mars! Houston, do you copy....? | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | He could no longer bear the distance that had grown between them. "I hate this," he moaned.
Without looking up from breakfast, she mumbled, "Yeah, my eggs are runny, too." | "We are surrounded, we can't get out.
Cancel the airstrike, I repeat cancel the Airstrike!
Hello, Can anyone Hear m-." | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | He could no longer bear the distance that had grown between them. "I hate this," he moaned.
Without looking up from breakfast, she mumbled, "Yeah, my eggs are runny, too." | She cuddles. She's beautiful. She is mute. | |
[FF] Three sentences max: Failure to communicate. | He could no longer bear the distance that had grown between them. "I hate this," he moaned.
Without looking up from breakfast, she mumbled, "Yeah, my eggs are runny, too." | This is Lt. Magnus. I seem to have lost signal with Earth. Can anyone hear me? | |
[WP] A lone soldier stands at a bridge, knowing he must buy his people time with his life. | Well ain't this a pleasant day? I get to die. Hip Hip hooray. If you asked me when I was in college where I'd be twenty in years, I wouldn't have said playing fucking Horatio at the Bridge. But nooo. I had to draw the short straw. Just my luck. My CO's speech hadn't helped. "Valiant and noble sacrifice" my ass. Why isn... | Man, this would be so much easier if it was a rickety bridge in some Jungle somewhere. I'd just cut the rope and as they run against gravity, the bridge would lead to the cliff's long edge to the long drop where their cartoon explosion would occur.
What type of bridge is this? Do bridges have names? Hmm, I declare th... | |
[WP] A Jewish man in a concentration camp has stolen a pistol, but it has only one round. | Who to shoot
Who will die
Who will get the boot
Who will cry
Maybe, in all this misery
The only one I want to kill is me
| The gas starts to creep into the room as the man kisses the end of the barrel. Tendrils of white creep around legs as those closest to the vents start to choke. A man holding his crying child spots the man with the gun. His eyes plead as he looks from the gun to the child. The man with the gun mouths the word, "sorry" ... | |
[WP] A Jewish man in a concentration camp has stolen a pistol, but it has only one round. | ''One bullet. One. There were supposed to be 6 rounds in that damn revolver!'' thought Avi while gazing at others in the boiler room building the tunnel. He was visibly angry. Others clearly saw his unpatience. The tunel was behind the schedule - behind a a very time sensitive plan to potentially save hundreds of lives... | The gas starts to creep into the room as the man kisses the end of the barrel. Tendrils of white creep around legs as those closest to the vents start to choke. A man holding his crying child spots the man with the gun. His eyes plead as he looks from the gun to the child. The man with the gun mouths the word, "sorry" ... | |
[WP] A Jewish man in a concentration camp has stolen a pistol, but it has only one round. | Careless. The power had gone to their heads, and they didn't pay attention anymore. They knew they had beaten most of us into submission, and the others were so weakened from manual labor and malnutrition that they could easily over powered. When the guard left his post to socialize with another nearby, he left his pis... | The gas starts to creep into the room as the man kisses the end of the barrel. Tendrils of white creep around legs as those closest to the vents start to choke. A man holding his crying child spots the man with the gun. His eyes plead as he looks from the gun to the child. The man with the gun mouths the word, "sorry" ... | |
[WP] A Jewish man in a concentration camp has stolen a pistol, but it has only one round. | My name is Dawid Eifermann. Dawid, it means beloved. Dawid, after the great king who slayed Goliath. It is a big name to live up to. I am not doing that.
Auschwitz is a terrifying place. Arbeit Macht Frei is over my head every day. I have worked for a very long time, and I do not feel free. I can see my bones. ... | The gas starts to creep into the room as the man kisses the end of the barrel. Tendrils of white creep around legs as those closest to the vents start to choke. A man holding his crying child spots the man with the gun. His eyes plead as he looks from the gun to the child. The man with the gun mouths the word, "sorry" ... | |
[WP] A Jewish man in a concentration camp has stolen a pistol, but it has only one round. | Running through the camp, guards on my heels. I stole a gun. Right turn, right turn, left turn, slide under the table. Got away. I have a silencer. Check the ammo. Shit.
One shot. I’ve only got one shot.
I hold the gun in the folds of my beaten and bloodied clothing. The work is hard. The killing is worse Work or die. ... | The gas starts to creep into the room as the man kisses the end of the barrel. Tendrils of white creep around legs as those closest to the vents start to choke. A man holding his crying child spots the man with the gun. His eyes plead as he looks from the gun to the child. The man with the gun mouths the word, "sorry" ... | |
[WP] A Jewish man in a concentration camp has stolen a pistol, but it has only one round. | Careless. The power had gone to their heads, and they didn't pay attention anymore. They knew they had beaten most of us into submission, and the others were so weakened from manual labor and malnutrition that they could easily over powered. When the guard left his post to socialize with another nearby, he left his pis... | Edgar clutched the cold handle of his Walther. He alternated his grip in increments of stern and slack, feeling his prize, affirming its reality. In a better time, he had been a hunter, and no stranger to firearms. The secrecy of night gave him time to inspect his piece, which he did meticulously.
His last year had ... | |
[WP] A Jewish man in a concentration camp has stolen a pistol, but it has only one round. | My name is Dawid Eifermann. Dawid, it means beloved. Dawid, after the great king who slayed Goliath. It is a big name to live up to. I am not doing that.
Auschwitz is a terrifying place. Arbeit Macht Frei is over my head every day. I have worked for a very long time, and I do not feel free. I can see my bones. ... | Edgar clutched the cold handle of his Walther. He alternated his grip in increments of stern and slack, feeling his prize, affirming its reality. In a better time, he had been a hunter, and no stranger to firearms. The secrecy of night gave him time to inspect his piece, which he did meticulously.
His last year had ... | |
[WP] A Jewish man in a concentration camp has stolen a pistol, but it has only one round. | My name is Dawid Eifermann. Dawid, it means beloved. Dawid, after the great king who slayed Goliath. It is a big name to live up to. I am not doing that.
Auschwitz is a terrifying place. Arbeit Macht Frei is over my head every day. I have worked for a very long time, and I do not feel free. I can see my bones. ... | Who to shoot
Who will die
Who will get the boot
Who will cry
Maybe, in all this misery
The only one I want to kill is me
| |
[WP] A Jewish man in a concentration camp has stolen a pistol, but it has only one round. | My name is Dawid Eifermann. Dawid, it means beloved. Dawid, after the great king who slayed Goliath. It is a big name to live up to. I am not doing that.
Auschwitz is a terrifying place. Arbeit Macht Frei is over my head every day. I have worked for a very long time, and I do not feel free. I can see my bones. ... | ''One bullet. One. There were supposed to be 6 rounds in that damn revolver!'' thought Avi while gazing at others in the boiler room building the tunnel. He was visibly angry. Others clearly saw his unpatience. The tunel was behind the schedule - behind a a very time sensitive plan to potentially save hundreds of lives... | |
[WP] A Jewish man in a concentration camp has stolen a pistol, but it has only one round. | My name is Dawid Eifermann. Dawid, it means beloved. Dawid, after the great king who slayed Goliath. It is a big name to live up to. I am not doing that.
Auschwitz is a terrifying place. Arbeit Macht Frei is over my head every day. I have worked for a very long time, and I do not feel free. I can see my bones. ... | Careless. The power had gone to their heads, and they didn't pay attention anymore. They knew they had beaten most of us into submission, and the others were so weakened from manual labor and malnutrition that they could easily over powered. When the guard left his post to socialize with another nearby, he left his pis... | |
[WP] - A Suicide Hotline Operator slowly realizes the man who called is Death. | "Hello, Suicide Prevention Hotline, how can I help?"
"Hi, I'd like to file a complaint."
"I-I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"
"I want to file a complaint."
"..."
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just we - well, we don't get many complaints round here. Can I take your name?"
"Death."
"How, er, do you spell that?"
"D-E-A... | Jenny looks at the pink slip in her hands over and over. Flipping it, folding it, unfolding it, re-reading it. The look on her face is one of shock and surprise as her supervisor looks on.
"Sorry Jen, but you're a liability. Almost every call you've taken has ended in a suicide. I know you're a good person, but this ... | |
[WP] - A Suicide Hotline Operator slowly realizes the man who called is Death. | Operator: Hello, Suicide Prevention Hotline. My name is Brian. What's your name?
Death: My name isn't important.
Operator: You don't have to tell me your name, but you should know that this call and all details will remain private. Are you sure you'd rather not say?
Death: ...
Operator: Sir, are you still there?
D... | "Hi" he said trying to sound as cheerful, upbeat and all that other nonsense that they wanted him to. The voice on the phone was heavy,spackled with accent and when he, at least that what was Mat thought, said hi it sounded strange. "You know, most people want me gone. They curse me and say that without me everything c... | |
[WP] - A Suicide Hotline Operator slowly realizes the man who called is Death. | Operator: Hello, Suicide Prevention Hotline. My name is Brian. What's your name?
Death: My name isn't important.
Operator: You don't have to tell me your name, but you should know that this call and all details will remain private. Are you sure you'd rather not say?
Death: ...
Operator: Sir, are you still there?
D... | Mary-"Crisis Hotline, my name is Mary what seems to be the problem?"
Jack-"I just want it to end. It's been going on to long and I just can't bear this weight anymore."
Mary- "What's your name?"
Jack-"Jack"
Mary- "Well, Jack tell me more about what's going on?"
Jack- "I've done things, seen things that people are... | |
[WP] The king of a xenophobic and isolated kingdom makes the decision to send out scouts and envoys. | “It’s time.”
The king had heard the counsel enough. All of the royal advisors had told him it was time for him to set out. They had shut themselves off to the world once The Great War started. Old alliances fell apart as kingdoms scrambled to cobble together new trusts that would ultimately be broken as well. Bah. He ... | The voice grew louder as it bellowed out orders, screaming about how the kingdom now needed to make contact. That what we had now was not enough, more things was needed. Contact had to be established, new faces had to be seen even if they were strange and weird, they had to be meet in anyway possible. Everything shaked... | |
[WP] The king of a xenophobic and isolated kingdom makes the decision to send out scouts and envoys. | *Excerpts from the diary of **Sergeant Yuri Feodorovichi Samoylov** , 1st Regiment , 2nd Cavalry Division ,5th Shock Army*
**15th of March**
Today , Colonel Polinkov decided to open the last shipment of supplies scheduled for this month . The food section was half empty , and an inquiry was started . It was probabl... | The voice grew louder as it bellowed out orders, screaming about how the kingdom now needed to make contact. That what we had now was not enough, more things was needed. Contact had to be established, new faces had to be seen even if they were strange and weird, they had to be meet in anyway possible. Everything shaked... | |
[WP] The king of a xenophobic and isolated kingdom makes the decision to send out scouts and envoys. | A pebble-strewn embankment, rolling slowly down toward Mossy Creek, its snow-dappled southern crest rounded to a crude lookout over churning melt-swollen water. Arlen Hedge-mouse stepped out upon this promontory and took in the uncharted land before him: a stand of white ash and pines grew to the north, wide branches c... | The voice grew louder as it bellowed out orders, screaming about how the kingdom now needed to make contact. That what we had now was not enough, more things was needed. Contact had to be established, new faces had to be seen even if they were strange and weird, they had to be meet in anyway possible. Everything shaked... | |
Does your character feel pain, or have they lived their entire life without realizing that they don't? Is your character indestructible or squishy and weak just like the rest of us? Can your character escape, or must they wait for emergency response? | [WP] An otherwise normal person discovers that they cannot die after being involved in a major car crash. | The taste of copper filled my mouth. My skin was white as snow with hands shaking like Parkinson's. I looked over to the side of the car. A scrambled mess of flesh spread across what once was my family. I gagged as my insides fell out from my esophagus. How was I still here? Sirens filled the air as I turned my head on... | I can faintly hear the scrambling of doctors and nurses coming in and out of my room. I can't see. I can slightly move my head around, and I can make quiet grunting noises. I still can't see. One of the nurses noticed that I was starting to wake up and called attention over to one of the doctors. My whole body was... |
In case anyone is unclear on what an adult escort service is, it's basically *technically* legal prostitution. | [WP] A person really wants a certain kind of car, and finds that they can afford it if they get an advertisement paint job. When the car arrives, it has an advertisement for an adult escort service. Hijinks ensue. | Jim was a great family man. He lived at 223 Westover Lane, Baltimore, Maryland. There he had a beautiful house in the suburbs, along with a wife, Jennifer, and three kids; Tina, Robert, and Susie. He also had a dog, Pete. He had a great job at a law office in the big city, and made a rather comfortable amount of money.... | While Dan's face slammed against the hood of Sergeant Macready's police cruiser, he caught a glimpse of his jet-black Viper being loaded onto the flatbed tow truck in the parking lot. He began to cry.
Years earlier, the Viper had been languishing in the same tiny dealer's lot for months. Sitting right by his bus stop,... |
[WP] It's 300 years after a nuclear war and a survivor finds something out of place... | August 22nd, 2322
Ran into some Skinners today. Killed one, but two others made off with my water supply. I have to go back out West to go find some more. What a shitstorm that will be. It's a long, dangerous path, and teeming with cracked up Skinners out there, but I will certainly die if I don't try. Hopefully I can... | I looked into the distance as I removed the sunglasses from my face. The sun shot into my eyes like a bullet piercing my skin.
Ever since the nuclear war hundreds of years ago the sun is so much stronger than it was before, and people thought global warming was going to do it, little did they know the real destructiv... | |
[WP] It's 300 years after a nuclear war and a survivor finds something out of place... | August 22nd, 2322
Ran into some Skinners today. Killed one, but two others made off with my water supply. I have to go back out West to go find some more. What a shitstorm that will be. It's a long, dangerous path, and teeming with cracked up Skinners out there, but I will certainly die if I don't try. Hopefully I can... | The darkness clings to me like my tattered clothing. It's always dark here, even when the sun rises, everything is shrouded in that terrible blackness. I can't escape it. None of us can. It's that kind of sticky blackness too, the one that makes everything around you sticky and stagnant, like somebody's scooped out a t... | |
[WP] You figure out how to stop time for everyone but yourself. You don't know how to start it again. | "Son of a bitch. I've really done it this time."
Honestly I hadn't even tried to stop time. I mean, who wouldn't want to? To punch that asshole coworker in the face while he just sat there staring straight ahead, not aware that I was beating the shit out of him with that pink coffee mug he gave me, that son of a bitc... | It was embarrassing being at the gym. I was so fat and gross-looking, and I felt like everyone was sneaking looks at me...judging me. I tried to focus, pushed the start button on my new PulseMinder wrist strap, and started up the treadmill. I was still trying to avoid thinking about the other people around me, but you ... | |
[WP] You figure out how to stop time for everyone but yourself. You don't know how to start it again. | How long had it been? Months? Seconds? Time was now only relative to how much I accomplish; how much I affect other things. Completed tasks are the only way to know time has passed. The only way for me to tell for certain at least.
The house had been still. I’d been sitting on my couch, a pizza in the oven. Bryan ... | It was embarrassing being at the gym. I was so fat and gross-looking, and I felt like everyone was sneaking looks at me...judging me. I tried to focus, pushed the start button on my new PulseMinder wrist strap, and started up the treadmill. I was still trying to avoid thinking about the other people around me, but you ... | |
[WP] You figure out how to stop time for everyone but yourself. You don't know how to start it again. | How long had it been? Months? Seconds? Time was now only relative to how much I accomplish; how much I affect other things. Completed tasks are the only way to know time has passed. The only way for me to tell for certain at least.
The house had been still. I’d been sitting on my couch, a pizza in the oven. Bryan ... | "Son of a bitch. I've really done it this time."
Honestly I hadn't even tried to stop time. I mean, who wouldn't want to? To punch that asshole coworker in the face while he just sat there staring straight ahead, not aware that I was beating the shit out of him with that pink coffee mug he gave me, that son of a bitc... | |
Inspired by [this comment](http://www.reddit.com/r/gaming/comments/1utc3a/i_know_im_one_behind_but_im_still_excited/celpedw) and the resulting child comments | [WP] Write about a modern video game/movie/book as if it were a Greek myth or an epic poem | Gather round children, for I must tell you the tale of a great man, as we remember him from the scriptures of old. Now we know much about the life of this man, and we know that he was for a long time, an ordinary man like all of you will grow up to be. He had a wonderful family, a challenging profession, but most of al... | and then sora took the bladed key, leaping into the fray to rescue his companions
edit: sorry its bad |
Inspired by [this comment](http://www.reddit.com/r/gaming/comments/1utc3a/i_know_im_one_behind_but_im_still_excited/celpedw) and the resulting child comments | [WP] Write about a modern video game/movie/book as if it were a Greek myth or an epic poem | LO, laud and lament the prowess and passing of Heroes
Of princesses of light and beauty in time lost.
Hear, loyal and traitor! Hear, O mighty and weak
Of the battles these did wage against the dark
Against foes strong in will and strong of arm!
Beseech did princesses of old erst the Heroes lay
Alone in dark... | and then sora took the bladed key, leaping into the fray to rescue his companions
edit: sorry its bad |
Inspired by [this comment](http://www.reddit.com/r/gaming/comments/1utc3a/i_know_im_one_behind_but_im_still_excited/celpedw) and the resulting child comments | [WP] Write about a modern video game/movie/book as if it were a Greek myth or an epic poem | (I went more for biblical, because that's where my head's been at recently in terms of old-timey writing)
Chapter I: Verse I, Testament of the New Lands
In the midst of the great tundra of the capital were the doors of that sacred place out from which our ancestors did venture. And when the doors of that sacred place... | and then sora took the bladed key, leaping into the fray to rescue his companions
edit: sorry its bad |
Inspired by [this comment](http://www.reddit.com/r/gaming/comments/1utc3a/i_know_im_one_behind_but_im_still_excited/celpedw) and the resulting child comments | [WP] Write about a modern video game/movie/book as if it were a Greek myth or an epic poem | A boy of the forest by fate chosen
A kingdom's future from darkness to save
Armed with sword and garbed simply in green
Set out in earnest many trials to brave.
Relics he uncovered, treasures obtained.
Undeterred by fire, water, or shadow
Through dungeons various boldly he passed
And to monsters killing st... | and then sora took the bladed key, leaping into the fray to rescue his companions
edit: sorry its bad |
Inspired by [this comment](http://www.reddit.com/r/gaming/comments/1utc3a/i_know_im_one_behind_but_im_still_excited/celpedw) and the resulting child comments | [WP] Write about a modern video game/movie/book as if it were a Greek myth or an epic poem | LO, laud and lament the prowess and passing of Heroes
Of princesses of light and beauty in time lost.
Hear, loyal and traitor! Hear, O mighty and weak
Of the battles these did wage against the dark
Against foes strong in will and strong of arm!
Beseech did princesses of old erst the Heroes lay
Alone in dark... | Gather round children, for I must tell you the tale of a great man, as we remember him from the scriptures of old. Now we know much about the life of this man, and we know that he was for a long time, an ordinary man like all of you will grow up to be. He had a wonderful family, a challenging profession, but most of al... |
Inspired by [this comment](http://www.reddit.com/r/gaming/comments/1utc3a/i_know_im_one_behind_but_im_still_excited/celpedw) and the resulting child comments | [WP] Write about a modern video game/movie/book as if it were a Greek myth or an epic poem | (I went more for biblical, because that's where my head's been at recently in terms of old-timey writing)
Chapter I: Verse I, Testament of the New Lands
In the midst of the great tundra of the capital were the doors of that sacred place out from which our ancestors did venture. And when the doors of that sacred place... | Gather round children, for I must tell you the tale of a great man, as we remember him from the scriptures of old. Now we know much about the life of this man, and we know that he was for a long time, an ordinary man like all of you will grow up to be. He had a wonderful family, a challenging profession, but most of al... |
Inspired by [this comment](http://www.reddit.com/r/gaming/comments/1utc3a/i_know_im_one_behind_but_im_still_excited/celpedw) and the resulting child comments | [WP] Write about a modern video game/movie/book as if it were a Greek myth or an epic poem | A boy of the forest by fate chosen
A kingdom's future from darkness to save
Armed with sword and garbed simply in green
Set out in earnest many trials to brave.
Relics he uncovered, treasures obtained.
Undeterred by fire, water, or shadow
Through dungeons various boldly he passed
And to monsters killing st... | Gather round children, for I must tell you the tale of a great man, as we remember him from the scriptures of old. Now we know much about the life of this man, and we know that he was for a long time, an ordinary man like all of you will grow up to be. He had a wonderful family, a challenging profession, but most of al... |
I would like it to be something horror-esque! | [WP] It's night. The fog is thick. You're alone, on foot. The city is oddly silent. You feel a shiver down your spine. What's going on? | "The city is empty."
He kept thinking those words as he ran trying to find someone to talk to; to find someone who could prove that he wasn't crazy. The heavy fog made finding his way through the streets of New York near impossible, but he kept running. There were no cars, people, or even planes. Steadily, despe... | *"I'll take your hand and then your worries too."*
At 7 in the afternoon all stores were closed. The gates and doors locked tight. The city was shut down.
As if the inhabitants of Innsmouth weren't well aware of the fact that there are some things locks and chains can't keep out.
"Shit" David kept checking his wat... |
I would like it to be something horror-esque! | [WP] It's night. The fog is thick. You're alone, on foot. The city is oddly silent. You feel a shiver down your spine. What's going on? | I pulled out my knife and tried to cut my way throught he fog. My knife sliced away tuft after tuft, which swirled away.
"Damn thick fog tonight." I observed.
"Yeah. It kind of is. The street lights aren't even helping." Dallas, my longest and most beloved friend, replied.
He was right. The tall lights we could see... | *"I'll take your hand and then your worries too."*
At 7 in the afternoon all stores were closed. The gates and doors locked tight. The city was shut down.
As if the inhabitants of Innsmouth weren't well aware of the fact that there are some things locks and chains can't keep out.
"Shit" David kept checking his wat... |
I would like it to be something horror-esque! | [WP] It's night. The fog is thick. You're alone, on foot. The city is oddly silent. You feel a shiver down your spine. What's going on? | "The city is empty."
He kept thinking those words as he ran trying to find someone to talk to; to find someone who could prove that he wasn't crazy. The heavy fog made finding his way through the streets of New York near impossible, but he kept running. There were no cars, people, or even planes. Steadily, despe... | It's night. The fog is thick. Jason is alone, on foot. The city is oddly silent. He feels a shiver down the spine. He checks the rip of notebook paper in his palm for the tenth time for the address. He is going in the right direction. His mother and father insisted he attend their book club's quarterly dinner pa... |
I would like it to be something horror-esque! | [WP] It's night. The fog is thick. You're alone, on foot. The city is oddly silent. You feel a shiver down your spine. What's going on? | I pulled out my knife and tried to cut my way throught he fog. My knife sliced away tuft after tuft, which swirled away.
"Damn thick fog tonight." I observed.
"Yeah. It kind of is. The street lights aren't even helping." Dallas, my longest and most beloved friend, replied.
He was right. The tall lights we could see... | It's night. The fog is thick. Jason is alone, on foot. The city is oddly silent. He feels a shiver down the spine. He checks the rip of notebook paper in his palm for the tenth time for the address. He is going in the right direction. His mother and father insisted he attend their book club's quarterly dinner pa... |
I would like it to be something horror-esque! | [WP] It's night. The fog is thick. You're alone, on foot. The city is oddly silent. You feel a shiver down your spine. What's going on? | "The city is empty."
He kept thinking those words as he ran trying to find someone to talk to; to find someone who could prove that he wasn't crazy. The heavy fog made finding his way through the streets of New York near impossible, but he kept running. There were no cars, people, or even planes. Steadily, despe... | Jean woke up in the middle of the night. At least, she thought it was the middle of the night; the city still sounded asleep and she couldn’t see the sun. She looked at her alarm clock. It read 10:00, which was odd considering that her clock was a 24 hour one. Perhaps it had died? She checked her phone and it read 10:0... |
I would like it to be something horror-esque! | [WP] It's night. The fog is thick. You're alone, on foot. The city is oddly silent. You feel a shiver down your spine. What's going on? | I pulled out my knife and tried to cut my way throught he fog. My knife sliced away tuft after tuft, which swirled away.
"Damn thick fog tonight." I observed.
"Yeah. It kind of is. The street lights aren't even helping." Dallas, my longest and most beloved friend, replied.
He was right. The tall lights we could see... | Jean woke up in the middle of the night. At least, she thought it was the middle of the night; the city still sounded asleep and she couldn’t see the sun. She looked at her alarm clock. It read 10:00, which was odd considering that her clock was a 24 hour one. Perhaps it had died? She checked her phone and it read 10:0... |
I would like it to be something horror-esque! | [WP] It's night. The fog is thick. You're alone, on foot. The city is oddly silent. You feel a shiver down your spine. What's going on? | It happened gradually, really. There was no sudden realisation, no one moment I was blah and then blah. It came in increments, so slowly and so gradually that it put me in mind of that old joke- or tale, or whatever- about how to boil a frog. You know, where you increase the heat so slowly that it doesn't realise it's ... | Jean woke up in the middle of the night. At least, she thought it was the middle of the night; the city still sounded asleep and she couldn’t see the sun. She looked at her alarm clock. It read 10:00, which was odd considering that her clock was a 24 hour one. Perhaps it had died? She checked her phone and it read 10:0... |
I would like it to be something horror-esque! | [WP] It's night. The fog is thick. You're alone, on foot. The city is oddly silent. You feel a shiver down your spine. What's going on? | It was late. Too late to be alone in this part of town. The damp pavement was oily in the dim light. I stopped a moment to look around and get my bearings, but the fog was so thick I could barely see a few feet in front of me. There was a laundrette and a kebab shop behind me, and a small off-licence across the narrow ... | Jean woke up in the middle of the night. At least, she thought it was the middle of the night; the city still sounded asleep and she couldn’t see the sun. She looked at her alarm clock. It read 10:00, which was odd considering that her clock was a 24 hour one. Perhaps it had died? She checked her phone and it read 10:0... |
The prophecy ends with a pure and absolute prohibition against directly revealing this fact to anyone. What happens next? | [WP] Our protagonist has just been gifted with a divine vision: precisely one year from now, if there are fewer than 100,000 people still keeping their butter in the refrigerator, all humanity will be saved. Otherwise, all humanity shall suddenly and violently perish. | "This is bullshit" Geoffrey uttered as he messed his hair up and bit his tongue as he often did under a lot of stress."Butter, fucking butter? how do I get rid of all of the fucking butter in the fucking world? " Geoffrey is not normally okay with swearing, but this felt different, felt right. "Fuck you god and your sh... | Sometimes, to save the world, you have to break a few eggs. Or in this case, drive to extinction a species we'd domesticated for thousands of years.
It wasn't easy, but we'd finally engineered the ultimate antibiotic resistant pathogen and gotten it into the food supply of every dairy farmer on the planet. And we were... |
[WP] Write a love poem in slam format. | A love Like
I want a love
Like when we meet I have so many words, but so little courage to speak them
I want a love
Like when I’m falling asleep, I smile because I’m imagining the face she makes when she’s waking up
A Love
Like I want to buy boxes of lucky charms so I can take out all the hearts and spell out love not... | This advice is free,
That when you love someone, young man,
you give up your everything to that person, rich man,
and as you learn more about that person, smart man,
nothing new is a surprise or matters, witty man.
You'll argue and fight and gnarl and bite, tough man,
but you can't stop trusting your heart, sensi... | |
[WP] "This is no place for a girl like you" | "This is no place for a girl like you." he said to the girl. They'd never break the Guinness World Record for Most People Inside a Phone Booth if they let any of the girls from the basketball team inside.
"You're 6'2" and this is fixed volume game." he said unapologetically and turned back to the line of interested... | A labyrinth of hallways and doors surround me, and I can't stop myself from doing a quick 360 survey of the area. I take a deep breath; in through the nose, out through the mouth. I had formed a very strange personality during high school, one that consisted of giggles and gossip about who the latest couple was and cli... | |
[WP] "This is no place for a girl like you" | "Mama, please..." I whined to my mother, giving her the puppy face. "Let me go to school by myself."
"No, sweetie. It's too dangerous to go outside at this time of the day. You're waiting for the bus and that's that." My mother growled, having enough of my nonsense. "You are an eight year old girl, when you're twelve.... | *Stop. Stop! This is going to get her killed!*
Hikaru gritted his teeth, knowing that the nagging voice inside his head was right. He wanted her, but if she couldn't keep up then there was no use for her.
"I'm sorry," Raiko said, panting. Her shirt clung to her body, drenched in sweat. "I'm sorry, let's try again."
... | |
[WP] A dying soldier realizes that soon he is going to be part of a statistic. | I signed up to be a hero. I wanted to fight for what I thought was right and have people look up to me as something to aspire to, but as I lay here I realize I'm barely a living object to these people. I'm a number and nothing more. I have a number next to my last name hanging above my medical cot but they just ignore ... | I'd heard friends say "that was some mean bush". They didn't know shit. The new maw where my sternum used to be slowly opened and closed as my lungs struggled to fill themselves, at once both agreeing with the assessment and laughing at the fact that a third-gen army brat was now the last of the last generation. "An in... | |
I'd like to see your ideas before you check this out, but here's [my inspiration](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1vw6e3/if_you_woke_up_one_morning_and_everyone_else_in/cewfnue) for this prompt. | [WP] Everyone on Earth has inexplicably and suddenly perished. Except for one person. This person somehow manages to single-handedly repopulate our planet. Make up a religion or write some lore that revolves around this person 5,000 years after the incident. | "The DNA back-projection results are in. As expected, evidence of a genetic bottleneck was found."
"Date? 5000 years ago?"
"Yup, around the time of the mythical Engineered Plagues."
"Have you started writing a paper with these results?"
"There's just one problem... the bottleneck was much steeper than we thought."
... | Oh God, I hope this story makes sense. If not... new writer here! *waves* Please be forgiving!
Edit: Yes I just realized it only fulfills the prompt in the most basic of terms. But, anyway, enjoy.
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"ALL HAIL JIM, THE WISEST OF THE GREAT GODS." The crowd chanted in reverence, undulating back and forth to form a rip... |
I'd like to see your ideas before you check this out, but here's [my inspiration](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1vw6e3/if_you_woke_up_one_morning_and_everyone_else_in/cewfnue) for this prompt. | [WP] Everyone on Earth has inexplicably and suddenly perished. Except for one person. This person somehow manages to single-handedly repopulate our planet. Make up a religion or write some lore that revolves around this person 5,000 years after the incident. | "Come my children, gather and hear my words."
The assorted children of various ages ambled over to Elder Lana, circling around her seat in the community hall.
"Hear this, the story of the rising phoenix of humanity, the rebirth of that which was all but lost."
The children sat abruptly, their attentions caught. A... | "All hail the holy one, born of the old gods. For he was the first of us, and the last of them" the priest cried.
"All hail, all hail" the crowd replied.
"All remember the first one, who crafted merfolk from fish and werefolk from beasts. Who crafted machines from steel, and ghosts from the abyss"
"All remember, all... |
I'd like to see your ideas before you check this out, but here's [my inspiration](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1vw6e3/if_you_woke_up_one_morning_and_everyone_else_in/cewfnue) for this prompt. | [WP] Everyone on Earth has inexplicably and suddenly perished. Except for one person. This person somehow manages to single-handedly repopulate our planet. Make up a religion or write some lore that revolves around this person 5,000 years after the incident. | Joff's shovel was the one that finally broke through to the cavern. The last ten years of careful excavation culminating in this moment. The others gathered around, making sure their filters were in place.
More pieces of the wall were removed and Professor Ira was designated as the first one to get to step inside sinc... | "All hail the holy one, born of the old gods. For he was the first of us, and the last of them" the priest cried.
"All hail, all hail" the crowd replied.
"All remember the first one, who crafted merfolk from fish and werefolk from beasts. Who crafted machines from steel, and ghosts from the abyss"
"All remember, all... |
I'd like to see your ideas before you check this out, but here's [my inspiration](http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1vw6e3/if_you_woke_up_one_morning_and_everyone_else_in/cewfnue) for this prompt. | [WP] Everyone on Earth has inexplicably and suddenly perished. Except for one person. This person somehow manages to single-handedly repopulate our planet. Make up a religion or write some lore that revolves around this person 5,000 years after the incident. | Joff's shovel was the one that finally broke through to the cavern. The last ten years of careful excavation culminating in this moment. The others gathered around, making sure their filters were in place.
More pieces of the wall were removed and Professor Ira was designated as the first one to get to step inside sinc... | "Come my children, gather and hear my words."
The assorted children of various ages ambled over to Elder Lana, circling around her seat in the community hall.
"Hear this, the story of the rising phoenix of humanity, the rebirth of that which was all but lost."
The children sat abruptly, their attentions caught. A... |
Bonus points if the kids experienced the same thing. | [WP] Two kids stay in an abandoned house overnight. In the morning, one believes in the supernatural while the other doesn't. | Ben's arm knocked over a beer can, causing it to spiral down the hallway, disturbing the dirt that hadn't been touched in years. He laughed nervously as his eyes were glued to the fog of dust, rolling and touching each corner. Karen's eyes were glued to Ben, taking in the gum stuck to his Nike shoes to the one strand o... | When I was younger, there was an old abandoned cranberry farm where we used to play. The ponds outside that made up the cranberry fields had long been abandoned and turned to a sour muck that carried the smell of rotting vegetation and vinegar throughout the farming compound. On a hillside, above the gooey swamps of st... |
[WP] Write about an extremely ordinary situation (walking down a hall, or eating lunch) where nothing extraordinary happens, but the writing style makes it interesting. | Damn son, this morning be chill as fuck. Oh, now I'm at the bus stop. | The sun was shinning in the distance, a couple red colored clouds, all those shades of blue, purple and red mixed with one another in the sky. I had been all day sitting down, how energetic it was to finally be let out of another day of school. Another day of doing the same thing I had been doing all my life.
Day aft... | |
The first interstellar ship to leave the solar system has just crossed the final boundary, when it is approached by a craft much larger and more powerful than itself. The vessel transmits something to the effect of "This system is quarantined - Leave or you will be destroyed" | [WP]Our first interstellar ship exits the solar system, only to be confronted by a border-guard (more inside) | The cottage I grew up in was built between mountain and rock, but the stars were always friendlier to me. I could sit all night watching their clear, unpolluted voyages across the skies. Interstellar guardians patrolling the cosmos and calling to those who would adventure towards these tiny specks of flame millions of ... | "By god...Sir... I have something!"
"What is it?"
"It's a radio signal... and it's not from Earth."
"Impossible. Double check and then check again."
"I have sir."
"...We have a first contact? We've barely exited the Kuiper belt. What the hell is-"
"The signals changing... beeps. Morse code..."
"What does it say?... |
The first interstellar ship to leave the solar system has just crossed the final boundary, when it is approached by a craft much larger and more powerful than itself. The vessel transmits something to the effect of "This system is quarantined - Leave or you will be destroyed" | [WP]Our first interstellar ship exits the solar system, only to be confronted by a border-guard (more inside) | On all the stars in the galaxy-They were going to get in trouble if they went any further. I was pretty bored of humans trying to escape. We captured their probes, fed false data- tried to convince them that interstellar travel was impossible with the readings. But no, they found ways around it. You had to admire their... | "By god...Sir... I have something!"
"What is it?"
"It's a radio signal... and it's not from Earth."
"Impossible. Double check and then check again."
"I have sir."
"...We have a first contact? We've barely exited the Kuiper belt. What the hell is-"
"The signals changing... beeps. Morse code..."
"What does it say?... |
...whichever one is the more interesting story to you. | [WP] There exists a phone line that will correctly answer any question asked to it. Write about either someone calling the line, or the person answering the question... |
I leaned back in my chair, feet up on my filing cabinet, sipping a soda and playing solitaire. I liked working the afternoon shift. It was slow, and the calls, when they came in, were easy. Most people were busy with their lives, working, studying, picking the kids up after school. Most of the questions were things ... | Jenny let the phone ring twice before picking it up.
"Hello, welcome to the Apple AnswerLine, how can I be of assistance?...no, Sir, that will not be happening. May I remind you that you are kindly requested to refrain from sexually explicit questions if possible when using the Apple AnswerLine, as per the Apple Ans... |
...whichever one is the more interesting story to you. | [WP] There exists a phone line that will correctly answer any question asked to it. Write about either someone calling the line, or the person answering the question... |
I leaned back in my chair, feet up on my filing cabinet, sipping a soda and playing solitaire. I liked working the afternoon shift. It was slow, and the calls, when they came in, were easy. Most people were busy with their lives, working, studying, picking the kids up after school. Most of the questions were things ... | My head falls into my chest as I feel that sharp boiling pain rise through my spine. I judder into the air to find I’m handcuffed to the radiator once again. I examine my shackles with a rattle, I’m cuffed in good. As I look around the broken apartment to find an escape I only find a dirty butchers knife at my left foo... |
...whichever one is the more interesting story to you. | [WP] There exists a phone line that will correctly answer any question asked to it. Write about either someone calling the line, or the person answering the question... | Carl was sitting on the kitchen floor, staring blankly at the wall. He had the phone in his hand but was mentally at war. Aurora had answers for everything, it was the planet's encyclopedia. Carl just wasn't sure if this was something he wanted the answer to. He let out a deep sigh and dialed the number.
"Good afterno... | Fred rolled over in his bed and grabbed at his fags. He stuck one in his mouth and lit up, hanging off the bed and letting the ash float over his nose and eyes, sitting in his fringe in a most ridiculous position. With his lighter he reached back onto the bed and burned the corner of one of the tax forms lying beside h... |
...whichever one is the more interesting story to you. | [WP] There exists a phone line that will correctly answer any question asked to it. Write about either someone calling the line, or the person answering the question... | He looks like the Marlboro Man and smokes like him, too. He holds a Red in his lips, a lighter in his hands. A dull flick and a spark and the smoke spills like whispers from the tip. He taps the ashes, takes another drag. The cherry red like heated steel. The phone dandles on his lap, its pig-tail cord looping down to ... | Fred rolled over in his bed and grabbed at his fags. He stuck one in his mouth and lit up, hanging off the bed and letting the ash float over his nose and eyes, sitting in his fringe in a most ridiculous position. With his lighter he reached back onto the bed and burned the corner of one of the tax forms lying beside h... |
...whichever one is the more interesting story to you. | [WP] There exists a phone line that will correctly answer any question asked to it. Write about either someone calling the line, or the person answering the question... | He looks like the Marlboro Man and smokes like him, too. He holds a Red in his lips, a lighter in his hands. A dull flick and a spark and the smoke spills like whispers from the tip. He taps the ashes, takes another drag. The cherry red like heated steel. The phone dandles on his lap, its pig-tail cord looping down to ... | Carl was sitting on the kitchen floor, staring blankly at the wall. He had the phone in his hand but was mentally at war. Aurora had answers for everything, it was the planet's encyclopedia. Carl just wasn't sure if this was something he wanted the answer to. He let out a deep sigh and dialed the number.
"Good afterno... |
http://thinkzone.wlonk.com/PoemGen/PoemGen.htm (no affiliation!)
Generate a poem (without toggling the settings!) and use the first sentence OR last sentence for your poem (example if the generated poem's first sentence is "Merrily the fish does float", that will be your first sentence of your own poem) Try and make i... | [WP] Frankensteined poetry! Write a short poem that includes the first OR last sentence given to you by a poem generator. | Why does the shore endure?
In all my years of walking
along sea-blown coasts,
down rocky jetties,
across sandy beaches,
never once have I seen
the shore fight back. | **Travel swiftly like a rough wind**
Without hesitation or remorse
Forget the past and times you've sinned
Keep focused on your solemn course
Wipe the tears: they mean nothing now
Only remnants of a forgotten dream
Remember your will, your goal, your vow
Let them carry you across the grief-stricken stream
As yo... |
http://thinkzone.wlonk.com/PoemGen/PoemGen.htm (no affiliation!)
Generate a poem (without toggling the settings!) and use the first sentence OR last sentence for your poem (example if the generated poem's first sentence is "Merrily the fish does float", that will be your first sentence of your own poem) Try and make i... | [WP] Frankensteined poetry! Write a short poem that includes the first OR last sentence given to you by a poem generator. | Death is a clear ship
sailing silently for eternity,
its deck amassed with cries of life,
of innocence.
Even Poseidon’s sea dare not tremble
under the wake of unseen,
forgotten
sailors.
*(Last sentence in the poem I got was "Death is a clear ship.")*
| Courage, death and life
If only it were I who suffered
There's this sick kind of feeling
When I realise she’s sad
Like all the waters of the anxiet-sea
Have broken their banks and drowned me
And I all the words I have in my mouth
I bite down on, hard
Because they can’t wash away
The marks she drew o... |
[WP] Dave is always right, TOO right. In fact, it seems like Dave has a way of seeing things happen before they actually occur. His paranoid friend Matt starts to suspect he is a time-traveler. | Matt watched in annoyance as Dave chatted up the blonde. "God damn his luck, how does he always end up on the right side of these broads?" He exclaimed to Ted as he downed his beer in one chug. Ted shook his head and looked around mournfully, "I could have caught her you know, when she slipped, if I hadn't gone to get ... | Wow, i usually wouldn't post something like this... but i just typed a really long story and I thought it was pretty damn good. But when i clicked submit... the comment just dissapeared.
WritingPrompts pro tip: copy your story before posting it i guess. | |
[WP] Dave is always right, TOO right. In fact, it seems like Dave has a way of seeing things happen before they actually occur. His paranoid friend Matt starts to suspect he is a time-traveler. | Waylon Jennings on the jukebox, a perpetual smoky haze above the bar nearly empty bar. One in the morning, two friends since fifth grade. Third whiskey, eighth beer. Inseparable since Matt grabbed Dave's arm in the lake behind their school in third grade and pulled him out of the muck, barely breathing.
"You know, ... | Wow, i usually wouldn't post something like this... but i just typed a really long story and I thought it was pretty damn good. But when i clicked submit... the comment just dissapeared.
WritingPrompts pro tip: copy your story before posting it i guess. | |
[WP] Dave is always right, TOO right. In fact, it seems like Dave has a way of seeing things happen before they actually occur. His paranoid friend Matt starts to suspect he is a time-traveler. | Matt watched in annoyance as Dave chatted up the blonde. "God damn his luck, how does he always end up on the right side of these broads?" He exclaimed to Ted as he downed his beer in one chug. Ted shook his head and looked around mournfully, "I could have caught her you know, when she slipped, if I hadn't gone to get ... | "Don't play dumb with me Dave!"
Dave smiled at Matt. He was staring at him the way he stared at a computer screen that didn't do just what it was supposed to do. Like he was pressing all the buttons that were meant to be pressed and nothing was happening. The screen merely repeating an error message over and over.
"I... | |
I thought it would be more entertaining to explore this through forensic process rather than heated debate/askreddit. Give us what you got :)
edit - These are really entertaining guys. I'm quite impressed. I'm new to the sub and just exploring things here...so upvotes for everyone on your hard (or effortless) work.... | [WP] An atheist's effort to console a dying Christian child. | I was pedaling home from work after my second split shift of the week. My Bluetooth was on and Chili Peppers were jamming, making the ride home almost pleasant after almost twelve hours of work that day. Dusk was settling in while a warm spring breeze melted the last patches of snow on the road. It was a relief to not... | 'don't worry my child, God is up there waiting for you, and i swear by God's grace that st Stephen will let you straight through! You are meek, and you shall inherit the kingdom. Now i know you miss your parents, and it's tragic they died, but they will have got there just before you, and you can see them when you get ... |
I thought it would be more entertaining to explore this through forensic process rather than heated debate/askreddit. Give us what you got :)
edit - These are really entertaining guys. I'm quite impressed. I'm new to the sub and just exploring things here...so upvotes for everyone on your hard (or effortless) work.... | [WP] An atheist's effort to console a dying Christian child. | His moist neck beard, drenched in tears, began falling in a slow *drip*, *drip*, *drip*, each one landing like God's tears upon the Christian's face.
Aalewis had dreamt of this moment, dreamt of it since he'd first felt his own enlightenment upon reading the works of his own Holy Men. Dawkins. Hitchens. deGrasse Tyson... | 'don't worry my child, God is up there waiting for you, and i swear by God's grace that st Stephen will let you straight through! You are meek, and you shall inherit the kingdom. Now i know you miss your parents, and it's tragic they died, but they will have got there just before you, and you can see them when you get ... |
I thought it would be more entertaining to explore this through forensic process rather than heated debate/askreddit. Give us what you got :)
edit - These are really entertaining guys. I'm quite impressed. I'm new to the sub and just exploring things here...so upvotes for everyone on your hard (or effortless) work.... | [WP] An atheist's effort to console a dying Christian child. | The child's eyes bore into hers, as a cough escaped his lips. He looked so feeble sitting there at death's door. There was no way to help this poor child.
"Shh, you're okay, you'll be okay," she knew she was lying, but what was she supposed to say?
"I'll be okay. How can-" another rattling cough- "you say that?"
"Be... | 'don't worry my child, God is up there waiting for you, and i swear by God's grace that st Stephen will let you straight through! You are meek, and you shall inherit the kingdom. Now i know you miss your parents, and it's tragic they died, but they will have got there just before you, and you can see them when you get ... |
I thought it would be more entertaining to explore this through forensic process rather than heated debate/askreddit. Give us what you got :)
edit - These are really entertaining guys. I'm quite impressed. I'm new to the sub and just exploring things here...so upvotes for everyone on your hard (or effortless) work.... | [WP] An atheist's effort to console a dying Christian child. | Hey, have you ever looked up at the sky on a dark, dark night? All those stars out there, hanging just above your head and if you could just reach a little higher, you'd be able to hold them in your hands? They're not so different than you or me, really - we just took different paths. We're both just star-stuff trying ... | 'don't worry my child, God is up there waiting for you, and i swear by God's grace that st Stephen will let you straight through! You are meek, and you shall inherit the kingdom. Now i know you miss your parents, and it's tragic they died, but they will have got there just before you, and you can see them when you get ... |
I thought it would be more entertaining to explore this through forensic process rather than heated debate/askreddit. Give us what you got :)
edit - These are really entertaining guys. I'm quite impressed. I'm new to the sub and just exploring things here...so upvotes for everyone on your hard (or effortless) work.... | [WP] An atheist's effort to console a dying Christian child. | His moist neck beard, drenched in tears, began falling in a slow *drip*, *drip*, *drip*, each one landing like God's tears upon the Christian's face.
Aalewis had dreamt of this moment, dreamt of it since he'd first felt his own enlightenment upon reading the works of his own Holy Men. Dawkins. Hitchens. deGrasse Tyson... | I was pedaling home from work after my second split shift of the week. My Bluetooth was on and Chili Peppers were jamming, making the ride home almost pleasant after almost twelve hours of work that day. Dusk was settling in while a warm spring breeze melted the last patches of snow on the road. It was a relief to not... |
[WP] You just got home from school. Write me some bad teenage poetry. | *Fuck you*
Fuck you,
Fuck you,
Fuck you and you and you.
Fuck you all, worthless pieces of shit.
The end. Oh and fuck you too. | Roses are red, violets are divine. I'll be your six if you'll be my nine. | |
[WP] You just got home from school. Write me some bad teenage poetry. | Sarah, your name rhymes with Clara
I wish your name was Clara so I could rhyme it with Sarah
How I love ya,
Like a Man loves his dog,
or gay guys love buttsex
I wanna have sex
With you
Or your sister
because you're twins and she looks like you
which is why I want to have sex with her, by which I mean you
Thou... | The blackest of nights, oh moonlit sky!
I do not dread death, for thine beauty shinest bright.
Throughout the night.
As I lie here, slumbering a dreamless dream.
Thinking of thou, thoughts most obscene.
As I caress my breasts, I let slip a sigh.
I lust for thee, will thy be mine? | |
Try not to be in first-person, and try describing your actions in a certain situation and how you react. No listing despicable traits, but make me feel as if I'm observing you.
edit: Not even four stories and I want to destroy a sandcastle. | [WP] Make me hate you. | Enter the Mimic. As for cubicle neighbors, one could likely do much worse, but you'll wanna tear your hair out just the same. Did you fuck up and drum your fingers on your desk while waiting for that site to load the other day? Good job. Now you can look forward to hearing it for the next six months, and it won't e... | "MAN U R SO FUKIN DUM IM REPRTIN U FO FOKIN COPIYNG POWDIOPOUI!!!" He typed into the computer. He grinned, A smile so small, yet creepy. "Oh man, This will get me views on my channel!'' he said, Pressing the enter button, Submitting his comment. He was an pink socking microbrained dildobucket, He was just a little sla... |
Try not to be in first-person, and try describing your actions in a certain situation and how you react. No listing despicable traits, but make me feel as if I'm observing you.
edit: Not even four stories and I want to destroy a sandcastle. | [WP] Make me hate you. | A Couple Days Ago, I Went To School And I Forgot My Homework LOL. There Was A Pop Quiz, So I Failed It. :) I Don't Even Care. I Just Wish My Parents Understood. They Act Like I'm Five, But Come On, Mom, I'm Twelve And A Half Years Old Now. | "MAN U R SO FUKIN DUM IM REPRTIN U FO FOKIN COPIYNG POWDIOPOUI!!!" He typed into the computer. He grinned, A smile so small, yet creepy. "Oh man, This will get me views on my channel!'' he said, Pressing the enter button, Submitting his comment. He was an pink socking microbrained dildobucket, He was just a little sla... |
Try not to be in first-person, and try describing your actions in a certain situation and how you react. No listing despicable traits, but make me feel as if I'm observing you.
edit: Not even four stories and I want to destroy a sandcastle. | [WP] Make me hate you. | Enter the Mimic. As for cubicle neighbors, one could likely do much worse, but you'll wanna tear your hair out just the same. Did you fuck up and drum your fingers on your desk while waiting for that site to load the other day? Good job. Now you can look forward to hearing it for the next six months, and it won't e... | Yo thanks for letting me chill. I know we just met when our friend of a friend of a friend invites me to your party, now I gotta go.
Also I fucked your sister and clogged the toilet. |
Try not to be in first-person, and try describing your actions in a certain situation and how you react. No listing despicable traits, but make me feel as if I'm observing you.
edit: Not even four stories and I want to destroy a sandcastle. | [WP] Make me hate you. | A Couple Days Ago, I Went To School And I Forgot My Homework LOL. There Was A Pop Quiz, So I Failed It. :) I Don't Even Care. I Just Wish My Parents Understood. They Act Like I'm Five, But Come On, Mom, I'm Twelve And A Half Years Old Now. | I'm the guy who'd steal candy from a baby. I care not for who you are. I most likely hate you, or will make a case to hate you. Unless, of course, you're rich and white. Then I'll treat you to a drink. The holy book is my moral guide. It's words are unflappable, exempt from criticism. I hate our president. He's black a... |
[WP] Because of ancient law, you are forced to marry the High Elven Queen, She is the fine age of 5272, you are a 18 year old farmers boy. How goes the marriage? | The ceremony was quick, and a bit familiar to Jed - just two months prior, he had stood as witness while his older brother married their cousin Harriet. His own wedding, held in the Queen's high tower, at the first sunrise of spring, was sparsely attended. He had hoped his parents could watch but that was forbidden. ... | "But, but, I'm a girl," explained Sarah. "I can't be this... elf's wife," she said as she slammed her palm on the thick wooden dining room table.
"Honey, I know, but it is the law. The Elusian pact must be maintained," said a middle aged woman sitting at the table holding her daughter's hand. "Blame your father, he re... | |
[WP] Because of ancient law, you are forced to marry the High Elven Queen, She is the fine age of 5272, you are a 18 year old farmers boy. How goes the marriage? | "Kim?" I close the door behind me, its sound echoing throughout the hallway. I kick off my shoes and toss my Titans hat on the coat rack. The lack of noise in my house disturbs me. I've always been a nervous guy, but with everything's that happened in the past few weeks, my neurosis has been sent into overdrive. "Kim?"... | "But, but, I'm a girl," explained Sarah. "I can't be this... elf's wife," she said as she slammed her palm on the thick wooden dining room table.
"Honey, I know, but it is the law. The Elusian pact must be maintained," said a middle aged woman sitting at the table holding her daughter's hand. "Blame your father, he re... | |
[WP] Because of ancient law, you are forced to marry the High Elven Queen, She is the fine age of 5272, you are a 18 year old farmers boy. How goes the marriage? | "Kim?" I close the door behind me, its sound echoing throughout the hallway. I kick off my shoes and toss my Titans hat on the coat rack. The lack of noise in my house disturbs me. I've always been a nervous guy, but with everything's that happened in the past few weeks, my neurosis has been sent into overdrive. "Kim?"... | The ceremony was quick, and a bit familiar to Jed - just two months prior, he had stood as witness while his older brother married their cousin Harriet. His own wedding, held in the Queen's high tower, at the first sunrise of spring, was sparsely attended. He had hoped his parents could watch but that was forbidden. ... | |
[WP] Because of ancient law, you are forced to marry the High Elven Queen, She is the fine age of 5272, you are a 18 year old farmers boy. How goes the marriage? | "Kim?" I close the door behind me, its sound echoing throughout the hallway. I kick off my shoes and toss my Titans hat on the coat rack. The lack of noise in my house disturbs me. I've always been a nervous guy, but with everything's that happened in the past few weeks, my neurosis has been sent into overdrive. "Kim?"... | You know, I think I'm starting to get used to her. I don't think she'll ever get used to me, though. It's been five years, but she's still practically an alien, for all she says she was born on earth.
Born five thousand-odd years ago, and she comes back and picks me for this farce of a marriage. She says her peop... | |
[WP] Because of ancient law, you are forced to marry the High Elven Queen, She is the fine age of 5272, you are a 18 year old farmers boy. How goes the marriage? | "Kim?" I close the door behind me, its sound echoing throughout the hallway. I kick off my shoes and toss my Titans hat on the coat rack. The lack of noise in my house disturbs me. I've always been a nervous guy, but with everything's that happened in the past few weeks, my neurosis has been sent into overdrive. "Kim?"... | I was chosen for the Marriage of Disinheritance, bonded to the High Elven Queen by the Elder Council. The day of our marriage was a somber one, with my wife crying throughout the ceremony at the pending loss of her throne, which came as soon as we said the words.
She hasn't adjusted well. Life on a simple farm, tend... | |
[WP] Because of ancient law, you are forced to marry the High Elven Queen, She is the fine age of 5272, you are a 18 year old farmers boy. How goes the marriage? | She turns to look at me. It's the first time I've seen her and it's our wedding day. She's standing beside me underneath a canopy of green saplings sung into an arch. The only thing she's wearing is a crown of forget-me-nots placed in her hair, dark as the rich earth. Elves marry naked. I'm dressed in green and white a... | I was chosen for the Marriage of Disinheritance, bonded to the High Elven Queen by the Elder Council. The day of our marriage was a somber one, with my wife crying throughout the ceremony at the pending loss of her throne, which came as soon as we said the words.
She hasn't adjusted well. Life on a simple farm, tend... | |
Happy, uplifting, depressing, dark humor, see what you can make out of it! | [WP] A suicidal man who works day in and day out as a suicide hotline operator. | Edit: Trigger warnings for self harm and mentions of suicide.
"Hello, Helpline, how can we help you?" The phone always feels heavy in my hand. I refuse to put it down.
"Hello?" A quavering voice comes across the line and I rock back in my chair, minimising the tab I had open while waiting for a call. I wait for he... | Some might struggle to get their heads around this. They may feel it’s odd, or hypocritical, or downright dangerous. The blind leading the blind. Why does he come in every day, even though he can’t bear to talk to or see anyone on his way in? How does he get out of bed, when he’s exhausted and all his mind craves is th... |
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