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[WP] Why do large, bald Russian men keep trying to comfort me? | The pit in my stomach was rapidly rotting from sadness to anger. Three FUCKING YEARS casually dumped down the drain. I moved across the globe for him. I alienated my family for him. He didn't give a solitary fuck. Or he did, but it was for Ilya, the perfect blonde in his dancing company.
I bitterly downed the las... | That's a very good question.
See, men, particularly those of the Caucasian race, happen to have the ability to telepathically communicate their discomfort and displeasure towards each other. The Russians, having to hide their expression in stoicism during the Stalinist rule of the Soviet Union, happen to be highly att... | |
They're free to interact with their surroundings and affect things but once time resumes, their body returns to where it was before they stopped time. | [WP] The protagonist suddenly discovers that he/she can stop time by holding his/her breath | “Ready? One, two, three, go!”
I felt a hand shove me forward, a modest splash in the water. A few other kids laughed as the others jumped in. As I slowly opened my eyes underneath the water, I turned my gaze upward towards the others. There they were, suspended in the air, only a few inches from the surface of the wat... | Another day of binging, watching Netflix and eating junk food, that's what my life has become ever since I was laid off a few months ago. I've had more interviews in the last few months than in my life combined, with no positive responses. My life has boiled down to cheetos and 2-litres of A&W Root-Beer, that remin... |
They're free to interact with their surroundings and affect things but once time resumes, their body returns to where it was before they stopped time. | [WP] The protagonist suddenly discovers that he/she can stop time by holding his/her breath | The first time Aintza went swimming at eighteen years old, she realised she could stop time.
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It was a Saturday night, and Alaia had been invited to a party. As always. Tall, with curves in the right place and possessed of an extremely cheerful willingness to do terrifyingly stupid things all in the name of good fu... | Another day of binging, watching Netflix and eating junk food, that's what my life has become ever since I was laid off a few months ago. I've had more interviews in the last few months than in my life combined, with no positive responses. My life has boiled down to cheetos and 2-litres of A&W Root-Beer, that remin... |
Step 1: Slap your keyboard to get some random letters.
>iduhsgfno
Step 2: Make some words, starting with the letters you typed.
>I, don't, under, how, sight, got, from, no, optimal
Step 3: Write a short story with each sentence starting with the words you just came up with. You can change the tense to make the ... | [WP] Quick Writing Prompt Method. Come and try it! (More info in comments) | prqiug
Patience, religious, quick, investigations, untrimmed, gluttony.
Patience proved to be the old doctor's strongest asset. Religion had shaped him from an early age, made him see the sin in those surrounding him. Quick jerks of the scalpel left his faithless victims solidly dead. Investigations occurred, but who... | *Step 1:* opi8u we
*Step 2:* opera, Patricia, it, 8-ball, [paragraph break], we, everywhere
*Step 3:* **Opera** cannot possibly be a thing that God intended man to enjoy, only suffer through. **Patricia**, my lovely wife, thinks otherwise, and so here I sit. **It’s** Friday night and there’s a playbill in my hand ins... |
Step 1: Slap your keyboard to get some random letters.
>iduhsgfno
Step 2: Make some words, starting with the letters you typed.
>I, don't, under, how, sight, got, from, no, optimal
Step 3: Write a short story with each sentence starting with the words you just came up with. You can change the tense to make the ... | [WP] Quick Writing Prompt Method. Come and try it! (More info in comments) | prqiug
Patience, religious, quick, investigations, untrimmed, gluttony.
Patience proved to be the old doctor's strongest asset. Religion had shaped him from an early age, made him see the sin in those surrounding him. Quick jerks of the scalpel left his faithless victims solidly dead. Investigations occurred, but who... | nfslfjeisfj
nothing, forest, strange, lost, forget, just, eventual, i, stay, forge, joy
Nothing compares to the thick air before storms. Forests are prime time for these things. Strange sounds and cold ground keep me from sleep. Lost is the city noise. Forgetting the traffic is difficult. Just listen. Eventual... |
Step 1: Slap your keyboard to get some random letters.
>iduhsgfno
Step 2: Make some words, starting with the letters you typed.
>I, don't, under, how, sight, got, from, no, optimal
Step 3: Write a short story with each sentence starting with the words you just came up with. You can change the tense to make the ... | [WP] Quick Writing Prompt Method. Come and try it! (More info in comments) | Step 1:
>laervhkjfgfkswefb
Step 2:
>Love, Are, Everything, Racing, Vincent, How, Kills, Forget, Given, Fortunately, Killing, Sweet, Weeping, Eyes, Faintly, But
Step 3:
>**Love**. **Are** we *really* using that word already? **Everything** feels dull to the point of being stone, but I fight off a yawn, ... | nfslfjeisfj
nothing, forest, strange, lost, forget, just, eventual, i, stay, forge, joy
Nothing compares to the thick air before storms. Forests are prime time for these things. Strange sounds and cold ground keep me from sleep. Lost is the city noise. Forgetting the traffic is difficult. Just listen. Eventual... |
[WP]All sexual attraction around the world has suddenly stopped. | "God fucking damnit, what do you mean they all tanked?" The offices of Crumbit and Freegle shook with the noise emanating from the board room. "We ran one hundred and thirty six online campaigns over the weekend and you are telling me that all of them did ***fuck all*** business?"
Around the table the sixteen account... | I remember that morning well. Stretching, and rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I rolled to face the most beautiful woman in my world. The same thing I had done for the past 5 years since we wed.
But something was off. Where there used to be awe, and lust and a swelling libido for this woman I had worked so hard to ge... | |
[WP] Science has advanced to where we can predict the day and the month of our deaths, but not the year. Today is your potential death day. | The alarm on my phone blares at 6 A.M. like it does every week day. I begrudgingly roll out of bed stumble across my cold room. I can’t sleep unless it’s cold, but every morning I wake up freezing. I head into the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water is refreshing as it pounds my back and chest, it helps me to wake... | My alarm goes off for the fourth time this morning, and a hand fumbles for the snooze button. This time though, I put mine in the way. My partner's fingers interlock with mine and I sigh deeply, pressing a kiss to their hand.
I've been awake for hours already, and my calendar stares at me. Today is marked with a large... | |
[WP] An old man on his deathbed reveals that he is the only thing standing between Earth and its destruction. | I'd never heard a gunshot in real life before, but I had no doubts that the sound that just cracked through the air was a fired gun. Part of me was terrified, the sound came from a block away. I should run, far and fast, but my fight or flight wasn't sure how to assess the sound. My curiosity was getting the better of ... | The laughter creeped up on him slowly, but built steadily in his last moments. I mean really, why wouldn't it at this point? Everything that was told to him had come true, and now, why wouldn't it be funny? Everyone he knew was dead...everyone...his mother (of course gone), his father (really?... gone years before his... | |
[WP] An old man on his deathbed reveals that he is the only thing standing between Earth and its destruction. | I'd never heard a gunshot in real life before, but I had no doubts that the sound that just cracked through the air was a fired gun. Part of me was terrified, the sound came from a block away. I should run, far and fast, but my fight or flight wasn't sure how to assess the sound. My curiosity was getting the better of ... | "That's right," the old man nodded. "I'm this planet's last hope."
He didn't look like much, old Mr. Jakobs. Pushing ninety, wisp-thin, and bent like a fish-hook. But for some reason, maybe it was the tone of his voice, maybe the look in his cataract-covered eyes, I couldn't help but to believe him.
His granddaughter... | |
[WP] In the future, time travel is possible. A large demand for it is from suicidal people, who use it to wipe away their very existence and cause no pain to their loved ones. | "Please...please don't do this."
A man stood at the front desk, with a pistol pointed at himself right under his chin.
"Just let me into the back."
He had pushed his way through the crowded lobby to the receptionist. She was taking reservations and explaining the great opportunities for a time travel vacation. Wat... | "What do you mean you couldn't do it? You said there were enough Timecoin on ma stream, what the hell were the problem missy?" Blurted the snivelling runt of a man called Tobias Rafferty.
Maddie Malone stood towering over him across the hallway of the rundown apartment complex her client called 'home'. She was flickin... | |
[WP] In the future, time travel is possible. A large demand for it is from suicidal people, who use it to wipe away their very existence and cause no pain to their loved ones. | "Please...please don't do this."
A man stood at the front desk, with a pistol pointed at himself right under his chin.
"Just let me into the back."
He had pushed his way through the crowded lobby to the receptionist. She was taking reservations and explaining the great opportunities for a time travel vacation. Wat... | Part 2
Alice was a delight. We spent three hours sharing our lives over pub food in center city. She ordered fish and chips while I enjoyed a chicken pot pie. We drank pints of Irish beer all night, laughing and carrying on about nothing in particular. Somehow, the haze, the weight, the despondence had melted aw... | |
[WP] Seconds after you see on TV that your numbers were called in a $240 million Powerball lottery, your phone rings. You answer it to hear your voice, frantically telling you to tear it up immediately. You then hear two gunshots and then the dial tone | This is my first post in this sub, so please bear with me.
*I can barely keep my eyes open. I've had a long day at work, and all I want to do is get some sleep before tomorrow,* I thought to myself. *Instead, I'm awake at 11 PM, waiting for some stupid numbers to be called, and the very slim chance that they're mine.*... | I drop the phone.
The dial tone buzzes in the background.
So someone wants to play rough with my 240 million dollars? Fine, Bring it.
After all, I believe in choice. And I choose something different.
... Later ...
Mary and John Worther were two ordinary Americans. They were middle class white Christians. As ... | |
[WP] Seconds after you see on TV that your numbers were called in a $240 million Powerball lottery, your phone rings. You answer it to hear your voice, frantically telling you to tear it up immediately. You then hear two gunshots and then the dial tone | This is my first post in this sub, so please bear with me.
*I can barely keep my eyes open. I've had a long day at work, and all I want to do is get some sleep before tomorrow,* I thought to myself. *Instead, I'm awake at 11 PM, waiting for some stupid numbers to be called, and the very slim chance that they're mine.*... | He couldn't be sure. The whispered voice on the telephone, just low and harsh and harried enough to have doubt. The ringing in the background of the call.
He couldn't be sure.
Death and taxes, that was for sure. Breakfast in his footy pajamas on Christmas, that was for sure. Cracking your head on the low hanging door... | |
[WP] A child is raised by wolves. Yet instead of being feral, they are raised to be a functioning member of human society. | Humans truly are a disgusting species. I had been told that countless times by my father, but I still underestimated just how vile they are. Despite the fact that I'm technically one of them, blending in with them was much harder than I anticipated. I was raised by wolves, so it took a long time to adjust. Even now I s... | "I don't understand where we went wrong" said Fang (in wolfish)
"He is kind to others, his manners are impeccable, he is dutiful and hardworking. He always thinks of others before himself."
Fang watched from a nearby bluff as Sam pulled the chair out for his date.
"Milady" she rolled her eyes.
"It doesn't mak... | |
[WP] A child is raised by wolves. Yet instead of being feral, they are raised to be a functioning member of human society. | "Holy shit," said Evelyn as she and her clique walked to class, "did you hear that bitch trying to talk?"
Audrey caught sight of Evelyn's long blonde hair and trademark short black skirt and managed to press her way through the crowd to catch up.
"I totally missed it, but everybody is laughing about something." she s... | "I don't understand where we went wrong" said Fang (in wolfish)
"He is kind to others, his manners are impeccable, he is dutiful and hardworking. He always thinks of others before himself."
Fang watched from a nearby bluff as Sam pulled the chair out for his date.
"Milady" she rolled her eyes.
"It doesn't mak... | |
[WP] A child is raised by wolves. Yet instead of being feral, they are raised to be a functioning member of human society. | "Holy shit," said Evelyn as she and her clique walked to class, "did you hear that bitch trying to talk?"
Audrey caught sight of Evelyn's long blonde hair and trademark short black skirt and managed to press her way through the crowd to catch up.
"I totally missed it, but everybody is laughing about something." she s... | Humans truly are a disgusting species. I had been told that countless times by my father, but I still underestimated just how vile they are. Despite the fact that I'm technically one of them, blending in with them was much harder than I anticipated. I was raised by wolves, so it took a long time to adjust. Even now I s... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | First post in this sub, English isn't the language I usually write stories in but criticism is welcome.
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I stared at myself in the mirror. Or rather, I stared at the black spot had appeared on my chest, right below my neck during the night. I knew immediately what it was, not because I had e... | *Dear Diary,*
*Today Britney was marked by the Grim Reaper and turned into an inner city black kid. I think GR is trying to be poetic or something instead of just outright killing us like before. Maybe he thinks we just automatically kill unarmed black kids in America or something. As if. Dad says GR the liberal ... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | First submission, and I'm going creative with it
I first saw him when I was 7, when my mother was in the hospital. He was standing in the corner, just waiting and watching, this continued every day I came to visit, until the day when I came and both it *and* my mother were gone.
The next time I saw it I was... | *Dear Diary,*
*Today Britney was marked by the Grim Reaper and turned into an inner city black kid. I think GR is trying to be poetic or something instead of just outright killing us like before. Maybe he thinks we just automatically kill unarmed black kids in America or something. As if. Dad says GR the liberal ... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | Death is powerless now. When the world lost faith, God appeared in all his glory. A being so shocking to behold, many went crazy, while others went blind. He cast us off and commanded we met out our own fate on this blue sphere hurtling through space.
All of his works, his angels, and the demons left. Death had a fina... | *Dear Diary,*
*Today Britney was marked by the Grim Reaper and turned into an inner city black kid. I think GR is trying to be poetic or something instead of just outright killing us like before. Maybe he thinks we just automatically kill unarmed black kids in America or something. As if. Dad says GR the liberal ... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | //first post in /r/writingprompts, criticism is appreciated!
**Day 1**
3 days. 3 days is the number of days until people start seeing this dreaded mark that just appeared on me. You know you have been marked for death 3 days before everyone else can see, as defined in the Na’rin, the bible of “The Grim Reaper.”... | *Dear Diary,*
*Today Britney was marked by the Grim Reaper and turned into an inner city black kid. I think GR is trying to be poetic or something instead of just outright killing us like before. Maybe he thinks we just automatically kill unarmed black kids in America or something. As if. Dad says GR the liberal ... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | "Bout time you showed up." said Death, seated at a booth in the far back of Dante's Bar and Grill. "I've only been sitting here for a good hour and a half waiting for you." He took another chug of whatever bitter brew the stein in front of him held.
"Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Satan, "domestic torture is not ... | *Dear Diary,*
*Today Britney was marked by the Grim Reaper and turned into an inner city black kid. I think GR is trying to be poetic or something instead of just outright killing us like before. Maybe he thinks we just automatically kill unarmed black kids in America or something. As if. Dad says GR the liberal ... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | First submission, and I'm going creative with it
I first saw him when I was 7, when my mother was in the hospital. He was standing in the corner, just waiting and watching, this continued every day I came to visit, until the day when I came and both it *and* my mother were gone.
The next time I saw it I was... | **Reaper**
The Troubles were a difficult time for all of us. In a nutshell – a handful of hard truths made us realise exactly how much things were about to change, and in what ways. A handful of other changes didn’t give us any warning. Some of us (those with access to pre-augmented memories) found that this concept o... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | Death is powerless now. When the world lost faith, God appeared in all his glory. A being so shocking to behold, many went crazy, while others went blind. He cast us off and commanded we met out our own fate on this blue sphere hurtling through space.
All of his works, his angels, and the demons left. Death had a fina... | **Reaper**
The Troubles were a difficult time for all of us. In a nutshell – a handful of hard truths made us realise exactly how much things were about to change, and in what ways. A handful of other changes didn’t give us any warning. Some of us (those with access to pre-augmented memories) found that this concept o... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | First submission, and I'm going creative with it
I first saw him when I was 7, when my mother was in the hospital. He was standing in the corner, just waiting and watching, this continued every day I came to visit, until the day when I came and both it *and* my mother were gone.
The next time I saw it I was... | I’ve killed twice. I’m not proud of it, but I did it quickly and more humanely than most of those other savages would. When people stopped dying and started getting the mark instead, the world changed for the worse. In the beginning it was crazy. People just went mad at the sight of the mark. They were possessed by an ... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | Death is powerless now. When the world lost faith, God appeared in all his glory. A being so shocking to behold, many went crazy, while others went blind. He cast us off and commanded we met out our own fate on this blue sphere hurtling through space.
All of his works, his angels, and the demons left. Death had a fina... | I’ve killed twice. I’m not proud of it, but I did it quickly and more humanely than most of those other savages would. When people stopped dying and started getting the mark instead, the world changed for the worse. In the beginning it was crazy. People just went mad at the sight of the mark. They were possessed by an ... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | First submission, and I'm going creative with it
I first saw him when I was 7, when my mother was in the hospital. He was standing in the corner, just waiting and watching, this continued every day I came to visit, until the day when I came and both it *and* my mother were gone.
The next time I saw it I was... | She was perfect in every possible way. I knew the minute I saw her when she walked into the room that she was the one. I'm normally kind of a shy guy, so when I worked up the nerve to finally go up and talk to her, I used the only words I knew: "Look, I don't have anything catchy to say but I think you're really cute... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | First submission, and I'm going creative with it
I first saw him when I was 7, when my mother was in the hospital. He was standing in the corner, just waiting and watching, this continued every day I came to visit, until the day when I came and both it *and* my mother were gone.
The next time I saw it I was... | *"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" I whisper loudly, taunting my soon to be victim. "You can't hide forever. Just come out and we can be done with this little game. I promise it won't hurt... for long". I scrape the blade of my axe against the wall as I slowly walk down the hall. The person I am after is a you... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | First submission, and I'm going creative with it
I first saw him when I was 7, when my mother was in the hospital. He was standing in the corner, just waiting and watching, this continued every day I came to visit, until the day when I came and both it *and* my mother were gone.
The next time I saw it I was... | My alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. I lazily tried to hit the snooze button as I rolled over, still woozy from the night before. All I remember from last night was feeling very feverish and going to sleep at around 10. My wife wakes up and looks at me puzzled for a minute.
"What's wrong, honey?" I ask.
She replies "Oh,... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | First submission, and I'm going creative with it
I first saw him when I was 7, when my mother was in the hospital. He was standing in the corner, just waiting and watching, this continued every day I came to visit, until the day when I came and both it *and* my mother were gone.
The next time I saw it I was... | The phone in my pocket beeps in a tone that can only mean one thing, and I groan.
I quickly scan the message, taking only the vital information.
"Mark sighted. Train Station. Platform 9." and a picture.
I groan once more as I exit my home and get into my car.
It's raining and the skies are grey and dull. It reminds me ... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | Death is powerless now. When the world lost faith, God appeared in all his glory. A being so shocking to behold, many went crazy, while others went blind. He cast us off and commanded we met out our own fate on this blue sphere hurtling through space.
All of his works, his angels, and the demons left. Death had a fina... | First post in this sub, English isn't the language I usually write stories in but criticism is welcome.
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I stared at myself in the mirror. Or rather, I stared at the black spot had appeared on my chest, right below my neck during the night. I knew immediately what it was, not because I had e... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | “I don’t exactly know what happened,” Clyde said. “It was a long time ago. Maybe he lost his scythe?”
Bonnie laughed, “Right. Maybe he lost his scythe. Go ahead and knock.”
Clyde pounded on the front door.
A shirtless man answered and folded his arms, “I know why you’re here.”
“Good. Let me see your foreskin.”
“No... | Ok, hi I can't talk um... This camera doesn't have much power left and uh... Oh Jesus
(Sounds of distant, angry yelling)
Ok I don't have a lot of time left, my name is Stanley and earlier this day, the death mark appeared on my forehead. I didn't even notice it until everyone around me started to stare and surround m... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | "Bout time you showed up." said Death, seated at a booth in the far back of Dante's Bar and Grill. "I've only been sitting here for a good hour and a half waiting for you." He took another chug of whatever bitter brew the stein in front of him held.
"Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Satan, "domestic torture is not ... | Ok, hi I can't talk um... This camera doesn't have much power left and uh... Oh Jesus
(Sounds of distant, angry yelling)
Ok I don't have a lot of time left, my name is Stanley and earlier this day, the death mark appeared on my forehead. I didn't even notice it until everyone around me started to stare and surround m... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | The reaper wails upon his seat-
a throne steeped in chagrin.
His scheme's but lost- at awful cost-
All for my painted skin.
Upon my brow the mark did rise-
a bleak and blighted sin!
The time for me was o'er, indeed!
So read my painted skin.
The townsfolk chased me, tooth and nail-
My heart beat, deep... | Ok, hi I can't talk um... This camera doesn't have much power left and uh... Oh Jesus
(Sounds of distant, angry yelling)
Ok I don't have a lot of time left, my name is Stanley and earlier this day, the death mark appeared on my forehead. I didn't even notice it until everyone around me started to stare and surround m... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is no longer able to claim lives directly. Instead, when your time is up a mark appears on your body and it is the duty of every other person to kill you on sight. | "Bout time you showed up." said Death, seated at a booth in the far back of Dante's Bar and Grill. "I've only been sitting here for a good hour and a half waiting for you." He took another chug of whatever bitter brew the stein in front of him held.
"Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Satan, "domestic torture is not ... | “I don’t exactly know what happened,” Clyde said. “It was a long time ago. Maybe he lost his scythe?”
Bonnie laughed, “Right. Maybe he lost his scythe. Go ahead and knock.”
Clyde pounded on the front door.
A shirtless man answered and folded his arms, “I know why you’re here.”
“Good. Let me see your foreskin.”
“No... | |
[WP] You're playing "The Floor is Lava" when you accidentally knock something over and it melts right before it sinks into the carpet. You notice a family member about to walk into the room. | "Dude!"
Jeff stopped at the door to the apartment and smiled, luckily he was carrying groceries. As he crouched to pick them up, his face scrunched up as he looked at me, on top of the couch.
"uhh..." he mumbled, confused.
"The floor man, it's fucking lava!" I shouted. The coffee table, made of wood, was already gon... | "Why do I smell burnt plastic in here?"
Then there were the pounding, approaching steps of a father bent on getting an answer. Ryan, a scrawny 15 year old, had been playing around with his girlfriend Jill. Now it wasn't playing around.
Because although Jill and Ryan could see the slowly melting object in the center ... | |
[WP] You're playing "The Floor is Lava" when you accidentally knock something over and it melts right before it sinks into the carpet. You notice a family member about to walk into the room. | Paul's eyes were as round as saucers. The lamp had just completely melted into the carpet. Gone. He'd been playing in the living room, jumping from couch to chair to loveseat, making sure not to touch the floor as it was 'lava'.
Then he'd accidentally knocked over the lamp. The lamp which had promptly melted into ... | "Why do I smell burnt plastic in here?"
Then there were the pounding, approaching steps of a father bent on getting an answer. Ryan, a scrawny 15 year old, had been playing around with his girlfriend Jill. Now it wasn't playing around.
Because although Jill and Ryan could see the slowly melting object in the center ... | |
[WP] You're playing "The Floor is Lava" when you accidentally knock something over and it melts right before it sinks into the carpet. You notice a family member about to walk into the room. | As it hit the ground it started to disappear. It melted until it was no longer visible. My greatest fears had come true, the game had becomd reality!
"Frank, what are you doing?"
I felt horror like never before "No!" I screamed as my mother opened the door "Don't enter the room! The floor is lava!".
A smile formed o... | "Why do I smell burnt plastic in here?"
Then there were the pounding, approaching steps of a father bent on getting an answer. Ryan, a scrawny 15 year old, had been playing around with his girlfriend Jill. Now it wasn't playing around.
Because although Jill and Ryan could see the slowly melting object in the center ... | |
[WP] You're playing "The Floor is Lava" when you accidentally knock something over and it melts right before it sinks into the carpet. You notice a family member about to walk into the room. | Paul's eyes were as round as saucers. The lamp had just completely melted into the carpet. Gone. He'd been playing in the living room, jumping from couch to chair to loveseat, making sure not to touch the floor as it was 'lava'.
Then he'd accidentally knocked over the lamp. The lamp which had promptly melted into ... | It was lava. The floor had actually become lava. Joel, my cousin, was walking towards the room so I had to move fast. I clambered over furniture and threw pillows on the ground (they seemed to resist the lava) to get to the entryway.
Once there I called to Joel to "Come check this out!" And I began bailing every poss... | |
[WP] You're playing "The Floor is Lava" when you accidentally knock something over and it melts right before it sinks into the carpet. You notice a family member about to walk into the room. | Paul's eyes were as round as saucers. The lamp had just completely melted into the carpet. Gone. He'd been playing in the living room, jumping from couch to chair to loveseat, making sure not to touch the floor as it was 'lava'.
Then he'd accidentally knocked over the lamp. The lamp which had promptly melted into ... | Paul's hands began to sweat, as he clung tightly to the curtain, trying his best to balance on the windowsill. He stared blankly at where the ornament hand fallen to floor, and suddenly, puzzlingly melted into the carpet.
"Did you?" he paused "did you see that Melissa?"
Paul's younger sister nodded, as she shrunk b... | |
[WP] You're playing "The Floor is Lava" when you accidentally knock something over and it melts right before it sinks into the carpet. You notice a family member about to walk into the room. | As it hit the ground it started to disappear. It melted until it was no longer visible. My greatest fears had come true, the game had becomd reality!
"Frank, what are you doing?"
I felt horror like never before "No!" I screamed as my mother opened the door "Don't enter the room! The floor is lava!".
A smile formed o... | Paul's hands began to sweat, as he clung tightly to the curtain, trying his best to balance on the windowsill. He stared blankly at where the ornament hand fallen to floor, and suddenly, puzzlingly melted into the carpet.
"Did you?" he paused "did you see that Melissa?"
Paul's younger sister nodded, as she shrunk b... | |
[WP] You're playing "The Floor is Lava" when you accidentally knock something over and it melts right before it sinks into the carpet. You notice a family member about to walk into the room. | Tim jumped onto the pillow, wobbled and almost fell. His little sister Angela giggled. "That was a close one!"
They had been playing The Floor Is Lava all afternoon. Tim had just turned twelve, and it was the first time he and his two younger sisters were allowed to stay at home without adult supervision.
"Throw me t... | Paul's hands began to sweat, as he clung tightly to the curtain, trying his best to balance on the windowsill. He stared blankly at where the ornament hand fallen to floor, and suddenly, puzzlingly melted into the carpet.
"Did you?" he paused "did you see that Melissa?"
Paul's younger sister nodded, as she shrunk b... | |
[WP] You're playing "The Floor is Lava" when you accidentally knock something over and it melts right before it sinks into the carpet. You notice a family member about to walk into the room. | Paul's eyes were as round as saucers. The lamp had just completely melted into the carpet. Gone. He'd been playing in the living room, jumping from couch to chair to loveseat, making sure not to touch the floor as it was 'lava'.
Then he'd accidentally knocked over the lamp. The lamp which had promptly melted into ... | "Dude!"
Jeff stopped at the door to the apartment and smiled, luckily he was carrying groceries. As he crouched to pick them up, his face scrunched up as he looked at me, on top of the couch.
"uhh..." he mumbled, confused.
"The floor man, it's fucking lava!" I shouted. The coffee table, made of wood, was already gon... | |
[WP] You're playing "The Floor is Lava" when you accidentally knock something over and it melts right before it sinks into the carpet. You notice a family member about to walk into the room. | As it hit the ground it started to disappear. It melted until it was no longer visible. My greatest fears had come true, the game had becomd reality!
"Frank, what are you doing?"
I felt horror like never before "No!" I screamed as my mother opened the door "Don't enter the room! The floor is lava!".
A smile formed o... | "Dude!"
Jeff stopped at the door to the apartment and smiled, luckily he was carrying groceries. As he crouched to pick them up, his face scrunched up as he looked at me, on top of the couch.
"uhh..." he mumbled, confused.
"The floor man, it's fucking lava!" I shouted. The coffee table, made of wood, was already gon... | |
[WP] You're playing "The Floor is Lava" when you accidentally knock something over and it melts right before it sinks into the carpet. You notice a family member about to walk into the room. | Tim jumped onto the pillow, wobbled and almost fell. His little sister Angela giggled. "That was a close one!"
They had been playing The Floor Is Lava all afternoon. Tim had just turned twelve, and it was the first time he and his two younger sisters were allowed to stay at home without adult supervision.
"Throw me t... | "STOOOOOOOOP!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me with a face that was a mix of irritation and fear.
"Dude. What the fuck!?" He yelled.
"Watch out! The floor is lava! Don't come near it!" i said as i gripped the couch tighter.
"Listen." He began. "It's 4 in the morni... | |
[WP] In the spirit of Halloween, write just an old fashioned, tense horror story. |
I opened my eyes.
I was in a cyrosleep pod i remembered. I reached up towards my mouth to yawn when my hand hits something in front of it. I had forgotten that i was wearing an oxygen mask, i took it off and began trying to remember where exactly i was. I know that i'm a marine for some private company, the name... | "Mi Amor!"
I heard the echo, his slight accent as he called for me. "Mi AMOR!" I tried to respond but the energy, I couldn't...............
There was the smell of wet loam, the crunch of dried October leaves underfoot. I could hear him, he couldn't begin to know where I was. "Mi Amor!!!" I could hear the frustratio... | |
[WP] In the spirit of Halloween, write just an old fashioned, tense horror story. | “The Bonemaker sold his soul fifty years ago in these very woods,” Jacob whispered, holding the flashlight against his chin. His aquiline features looked even more hawk-like under the incandescent glow. I took a swig from our stolen bottle of tequila and tried not to shudder as the vile liquid slid down my throat. “And... | "Mi Amor!"
I heard the echo, his slight accent as he called for me. "Mi AMOR!" I tried to respond but the energy, I couldn't...............
There was the smell of wet loam, the crunch of dried October leaves underfoot. I could hear him, he couldn't begin to know where I was. "Mi Amor!!!" I could hear the frustratio... | |
[WP] In the spirit of Halloween, write just an old fashioned, tense horror story. | “The Bonemaker sold his soul fifty years ago in these very woods,” Jacob whispered, holding the flashlight against his chin. His aquiline features looked even more hawk-like under the incandescent glow. I took a swig from our stolen bottle of tequila and tried not to shudder as the vile liquid slid down my throat. “And... | "It's coming from inside of the house!"
The girl on the tv screen dropped the phone and ran, terrified and screaming. This was my favorite movie to watch this time of year. It always gave me that feeling in the pit of my stomach, that disgusting, awesome chill that was rare these days. The theaters were filled with mo... | |
[WP] In the spirit of Halloween, write just an old fashioned, tense horror story. | “The Bonemaker sold his soul fifty years ago in these very woods,” Jacob whispered, holding the flashlight against his chin. His aquiline features looked even more hawk-like under the incandescent glow. I took a swig from our stolen bottle of tequila and tried not to shudder as the vile liquid slid down my throat. “And... | Another cute couple approached the front desk, waiting to pay for their tickets to the newly opened haunted house. The boy Jacob, he wasn’t afraid; however the girl Tammie, she held on to Jacob even tighter than ever before. Jacob wasn’t complaining.
They stood there waiting for their turn. They distracted themselve... | |
[WP] In the spirit of Halloween, write just an old fashioned, tense horror story. | “The Bonemaker sold his soul fifty years ago in these very woods,” Jacob whispered, holding the flashlight against his chin. His aquiline features looked even more hawk-like under the incandescent glow. I took a swig from our stolen bottle of tequila and tried not to shudder as the vile liquid slid down my throat. “And... |
I opened my eyes.
I was in a cyrosleep pod i remembered. I reached up towards my mouth to yawn when my hand hits something in front of it. I had forgotten that i was wearing an oxygen mask, i took it off and began trying to remember where exactly i was. I know that i'm a marine for some private company, the name... | |
[WP] "Every monster needs a child to save them, and every child needs a monster to grow old" | Might be they were trying to rob her. Might be they just wanted to cause some hurt.
Thirteen. Fourteen. No more. A backpack slung over her shoulder, dressed in a leather coat several sizes too big. She's struggling to remove herself from the grip of a man with more chins than a Chinese phone book. He's got a pal nearb... | Basically Hedren was tired, dead tired of life. He was tired of school and everyone in it, and he was tired of the games, internet, his parents - everyone and everything. So when the man approached him he was both intrigued and flattered.
It had been yet another school-day, Hedren's parents had figured out his plan t... | |
[WP] "Every monster needs a child to save them, and every child needs a monster to grow old" | Might be they were trying to rob her. Might be they just wanted to cause some hurt.
Thirteen. Fourteen. No more. A backpack slung over her shoulder, dressed in a leather coat several sizes too big. She's struggling to remove herself from the grip of a man with more chins than a Chinese phone book. He's got a pal nearb... | The blackness took hold in the corners of my room from an early age. It would whisper from the cosmos, rooting deep in my mind.
"Death, solitude, darkness". It was all my mind could process then. Then I started growing up. It would hiss at me as the moon would rise, as my irises reflected the darkness of the room aroun... | |
[WP] "Every monster needs a child to save them, and every child needs a monster to grow old" | Might be they were trying to rob her. Might be they just wanted to cause some hurt.
Thirteen. Fourteen. No more. A backpack slung over her shoulder, dressed in a leather coat several sizes too big. She's struggling to remove herself from the grip of a man with more chins than a Chinese phone book. He's got a pal nearb... | The monster was sulking behind the shed when Stella first saw him.
At first she thought he was a ghost or a gimblecrack that had lost its way but as she stopped, unconcernedly peeling back the wrapper around her pack of Sweetly Sweets, and bent down to tie her sneakers (as her father had recently taught her) the su... | |
[WP] "Every monster needs a child to save them, and every child needs a monster to grow old" | "I'm not afraid of you!" The boy screamed holding up his little fists at the closet door, the room dimly lit by the Pokeball night light in the corner. "Come on out, I'll fight you!" He yelled louder, as he batted the door open. The darkness veiling the creature within.
It slinked out, it's long shadowy limbs extendi... | The monster was sulking behind the shed when Stella first saw him.
At first she thought he was a ghost or a gimblecrack that had lost its way but as she stopped, unconcernedly peeling back the wrapper around her pack of Sweetly Sweets, and bent down to tie her sneakers (as her father had recently taught her) the su... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | I stare across the room at the only object on the wall of the interrogation room- an analog clock on the wall, slowly ticking away. Every so often, I could swear I look up and see the second hand take just slightly longer than an actual second, but I know it's just my eyes playing tricks on me.
I shift position, tryin... | The worst thing that ever happened to me was winning the lottery two weeks ago. Surprised? So was I. I think i'm finally safe, so i'd like to tell you why it was.
I was estatic when I saw the numbers on my television match the numbers on my ticket. They always told me it was a fools dream to win, and I was start... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Winning the lottery never appealed to me. I never understood how millions of people could spend their money on such a useless thing. However, I am grateful for those senseless masses unwittingly continuing to fuel my addiction. It was never the money, that useless currency from a forgotten time that intrigued me; it wa... | The worst thing that ever happened to me was winning the lottery two weeks ago. Surprised? So was I. I think i'm finally safe, so i'd like to tell you why it was.
I was estatic when I saw the numbers on my television match the numbers on my ticket. They always told me it was a fools dream to win, and I was start... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | (read like a neo noir mystery thriller)
Ok ok ok..
I scratch the sides of my head frantically with my finger nails
Its here , its here I know..
Like autumn leaves, I'm surrounded by papers all around me
The numbers.. the patterns... they don't add up! the walls of my room are etched out in calculations written in ch... | The worst thing that ever happened to me was winning the lottery two weeks ago. Surprised? So was I. I think i'm finally safe, so i'd like to tell you why it was.
I was estatic when I saw the numbers on my television match the numbers on my ticket. They always told me it was a fools dream to win, and I was start... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | **November 1st, 2014, 17:24 EST**
I stood in the queue, reciting the small piece of data under my breath. *"1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014..."* I noticed that the woman in front of me had finally finished, and I stepped u... | The worst thing that ever happened to me was winning the lottery two weeks ago. Surprised? So was I. I think i'm finally safe, so i'd like to tell you why it was.
I was estatic when I saw the numbers on my television match the numbers on my ticket. They always told me it was a fools dream to win, and I was start... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | The worst thing that ever happened to me was winning the lottery two weeks ago. Surprised? So was I. I think i'm finally safe, so i'd like to tell you why it was.
I was estatic when I saw the numbers on my television match the numbers on my ticket. They always told me it was a fools dream to win, and I was start... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | I stare across the room at the only object on the wall of the interrogation room- an analog clock on the wall, slowly ticking away. Every so often, I could swear I look up and see the second hand take just slightly longer than an actual second, but I know it's just my eyes playing tricks on me.
I shift position, tryin... | "Hey Eddy what's new?" I ask from behind the counter.
As he throws a bag of chips and a pop on the counter he half shrugs, "Ehh, not much. Work and all that jazz."
*Beep* The machine fills the momentary silence.
"Just the snacks today then?"
*Beep*
"Actually..." He looks nervous glancing down at his feet a few tim... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Winning the lottery never appealed to me. I never understood how millions of people could spend their money on such a useless thing. However, I am grateful for those senseless masses unwittingly continuing to fuel my addiction. It was never the money, that useless currency from a forgotten time that intrigued me; it wa... | "Hey Eddy what's new?" I ask from behind the counter.
As he throws a bag of chips and a pop on the counter he half shrugs, "Ehh, not much. Work and all that jazz."
*Beep* The machine fills the momentary silence.
"Just the snacks today then?"
*Beep*
"Actually..." He looks nervous glancing down at his feet a few tim... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | **November 1st, 2014, 17:24 EST**
I stood in the queue, reciting the small piece of data under my breath. *"1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014..."* I noticed that the woman in front of me had finally finished, and I stepped u... | "Hey Eddy what's new?" I ask from behind the counter.
As he throws a bag of chips and a pop on the counter he half shrugs, "Ehh, not much. Work and all that jazz."
*Beep* The machine fills the momentary silence.
"Just the snacks today then?"
*Beep*
"Actually..." He looks nervous glancing down at his feet a few tim... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | "Hey Eddy what's new?" I ask from behind the counter.
As he throws a bag of chips and a pop on the counter he half shrugs, "Ehh, not much. Work and all that jazz."
*Beep* The machine fills the momentary silence.
"Just the snacks today then?"
*Beep*
"Actually..." He looks nervous glancing down at his feet a few tim... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | I stare across the room at the only object on the wall of the interrogation room- an analog clock on the wall, slowly ticking away. Every so often, I could swear I look up and see the second hand take just slightly longer than an actual second, but I know it's just my eyes playing tricks on me.
I shift position, tryin... | "I WON! I WON!"
I still can't believe it. $326 million. Three-hundred and twenty-six million dollars.
Well…half of it anyway. Figures that the one time I'm lucky enough to win the jackpot, I'd have to share it with another winner.
Ha, I can't stop grinning, walking down the street to my bank knowing I have a $163 mi... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Winning the lottery never appealed to me. I never understood how millions of people could spend their money on such a useless thing. However, I am grateful for those senseless masses unwittingly continuing to fuel my addiction. It was never the money, that useless currency from a forgotten time that intrigued me; it wa... | "I WON! I WON!"
I still can't believe it. $326 million. Three-hundred and twenty-six million dollars.
Well…half of it anyway. Figures that the one time I'm lucky enough to win the jackpot, I'd have to share it with another winner.
Ha, I can't stop grinning, walking down the street to my bank knowing I have a $163 mi... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | "I WON! I WON!"
I still can't believe it. $326 million. Three-hundred and twenty-six million dollars.
Well…half of it anyway. Figures that the one time I'm lucky enough to win the jackpot, I'd have to share it with another winner.
Ha, I can't stop grinning, walking down the street to my bank knowing I have a $163 mi... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | I stare across the room at the only object on the wall of the interrogation room- an analog clock on the wall, slowly ticking away. Every so often, I could swear I look up and see the second hand take just slightly longer than an actual second, but I know it's just my eyes playing tricks on me.
I shift position, tryin... | They've been here since the beginning. From the earliest lottos in Old Europe and even back to the ancient Chinese dynasties, they've been there.
Would you believe me if I told you that more that 60% of lottery winners are time travelers?
It was a few thousand years before we finally noticed them, though. Only the be... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | They've been here since the beginning. From the earliest lottos in Old Europe and even back to the ancient Chinese dynasties, they've been there.
Would you believe me if I told you that more that 60% of lottery winners are time travelers?
It was a few thousand years before we finally noticed them, though. Only the be... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | I found this very interesting as I had a very strange encounter with the lottery. @Thenre, I am assuming you are talking about powerball? When you posted those numbers, you never had a powerball number. So I checked the powerball history combining those 6 numbers the 4 different ways, and they never did all come up. Ho... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Winning the lottery never appealed to me. I never understood how millions of people could spend their money on such a useless thing. However, I am grateful for those senseless masses unwittingly continuing to fuel my addiction. It was never the money, that useless currency from a forgotten time that intrigued me; it wa... | *3, 9, 15, 21, 33, 51*
The numbers echoed in Jerry's mind as he made his way across the bustling streets of Los Angeles. Three blocks went by as he began to run out of breath, the chill of the weather becoming more suffocating; the fog from his breath more prevalent. He paid no attention to the subtleties of the back... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | (read like a neo noir mystery thriller)
Ok ok ok..
I scratch the sides of my head frantically with my finger nails
Its here , its here I know..
Like autumn leaves, I'm surrounded by papers all around me
The numbers.. the patterns... they don't add up! the walls of my room are etched out in calculations written in ch... | *3, 9, 15, 21, 33, 51*
The numbers echoed in Jerry's mind as he made his way across the bustling streets of Los Angeles. Three blocks went by as he began to run out of breath, the chill of the weather becoming more suffocating; the fog from his breath more prevalent. He paid no attention to the subtleties of the back... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | **November 1st, 2014, 17:24 EST**
I stood in the queue, reciting the small piece of data under my breath. *"1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014..."* I noticed that the woman in front of me had finally finished, and I stepped u... | *3, 9, 15, 21, 33, 51*
The numbers echoed in Jerry's mind as he made his way across the bustling streets of Los Angeles. Three blocks went by as he began to run out of breath, the chill of the weather becoming more suffocating; the fog from his breath more prevalent. He paid no attention to the subtleties of the back... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Looking around, I noticed the little convenience store was full of stereotypes from the early 2010's - young adults glued to "smart" phones, texting and snapping selfies. Selfies, so glad they phased that term out. Urban youth with those cheap, overpriced headphones blaring shitty dubstep into their empty heads. Overwe... | *3, 9, 15, 21, 33, 51*
The numbers echoed in Jerry's mind as he made his way across the bustling streets of Los Angeles. Three blocks went by as he began to run out of breath, the chill of the weather becoming more suffocating; the fog from his breath more prevalent. He paid no attention to the subtleties of the back... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | *3, 9, 15, 21, 33, 51*
The numbers echoed in Jerry's mind as he made his way across the bustling streets of Los Angeles. Three blocks went by as he began to run out of breath, the chill of the weather becoming more suffocating; the fog from his breath more prevalent. He paid no attention to the subtleties of the back... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Winning the lottery never appealed to me. I never understood how millions of people could spend their money on such a useless thing. However, I am grateful for those senseless masses unwittingly continuing to fuel my addiction. It was never the money, that useless currency from a forgotten time that intrigued me; it wa... | “Charlie, I need you to look at this.”
I absently ran my hand across my hair in an attempt to scratch to confusion away.
A tall middle-aged man rose from his seat.
His plain shirt crumpled to show his poor sitting posture. The stubble on his cheek rustled as his nails scraped the barely there hair.
Who am I kiddi... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | (read like a neo noir mystery thriller)
Ok ok ok..
I scratch the sides of my head frantically with my finger nails
Its here , its here I know..
Like autumn leaves, I'm surrounded by papers all around me
The numbers.. the patterns... they don't add up! the walls of my room are etched out in calculations written in ch... | “Charlie, I need you to look at this.”
I absently ran my hand across my hair in an attempt to scratch to confusion away.
A tall middle-aged man rose from his seat.
His plain shirt crumpled to show his poor sitting posture. The stubble on his cheek rustled as his nails scraped the barely there hair.
Who am I kiddi... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | **November 1st, 2014, 17:24 EST**
I stood in the queue, reciting the small piece of data under my breath. *"1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014..."* I noticed that the woman in front of me had finally finished, and I stepped u... | “Charlie, I need you to look at this.”
I absently ran my hand across my hair in an attempt to scratch to confusion away.
A tall middle-aged man rose from his seat.
His plain shirt crumpled to show his poor sitting posture. The stubble on his cheek rustled as his nails scraped the barely there hair.
Who am I kiddi... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | “Charlie, I need you to look at this.”
I absently ran my hand across my hair in an attempt to scratch to confusion away.
A tall middle-aged man rose from his seat.
His plain shirt crumpled to show his poor sitting posture. The stubble on his cheek rustled as his nails scraped the barely there hair.
Who am I kiddi... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | I stare across the room at the only object on the wall of the interrogation room- an analog clock on the wall, slowly ticking away. Every so often, I could swear I look up and see the second hand take just slightly longer than an actual second, but I know it's just my eyes playing tricks on me.
I shift position, tryin... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | Winning the lottery never appealed to me. I never understood how millions of people could spend their money on such a useless thing. However, I am grateful for those senseless masses unwittingly continuing to fuel my addiction. It was never the money, that useless currency from a forgotten time that intrigued me; it wa... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | The first thing to flash through my mind was the man just an hour earlier who had offered to buy my lottery ticket off of me for a hundred thousand dollars, cash.
Not a small sum of money, I had declined only because of stubbornness and irritability after a rough day at work. Plus, with the way he was dressed, I suspe... | Time Traveling is a sketchy business. International law prohibits the mention, sale, or action of time traveling. In the past, we experienced horrible atrocities because of the common man getting his hands on a time machine.
The only people who are allowed to use time machines are those who are linked to the Governme... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | (read like a neo noir mystery thriller)
Ok ok ok..
I scratch the sides of my head frantically with my finger nails
Its here , its here I know..
Like autumn leaves, I'm surrounded by papers all around me
The numbers.. the patterns... they don't add up! the walls of my room are etched out in calculations written in ch... | Time Traveling is a sketchy business. International law prohibits the mention, sale, or action of time traveling. In the past, we experienced horrible atrocities because of the common man getting his hands on a time machine.
The only people who are allowed to use time machines are those who are linked to the Governme... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | **November 1st, 2014, 17:24 EST**
I stood in the queue, reciting the small piece of data under my breath. *"1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014..."* I noticed that the woman in front of me had finally finished, and I stepped u... | Time Traveling is a sketchy business. International law prohibits the mention, sale, or action of time traveling. In the past, we experienced horrible atrocities because of the common man getting his hands on a time machine.
The only people who are allowed to use time machines are those who are linked to the Governme... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Looking around, I noticed the little convenience store was full of stereotypes from the early 2010's - young adults glued to "smart" phones, texting and snapping selfies. Selfies, so glad they phased that term out. Urban youth with those cheap, overpriced headphones blaring shitty dubstep into their empty heads. Overwe... | Time Traveling is a sketchy business. International law prohibits the mention, sale, or action of time traveling. In the past, we experienced horrible atrocities because of the common man getting his hands on a time machine.
The only people who are allowed to use time machines are those who are linked to the Governme... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | When I was a child I made a mistake. My school had a set of farm animal toys. I loved the donkey. It was less obnoxious than the family of horses and more interesting than the sheep and cows. There were many of those but only one donkey. I played with it every day at every opportunity and sometimes I would put it in my... | Time Traveling is a sketchy business. International law prohibits the mention, sale, or action of time traveling. In the past, we experienced horrible atrocities because of the common man getting his hands on a time machine.
The only people who are allowed to use time machines are those who are linked to the Governme... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | Time Traveling is a sketchy business. International law prohibits the mention, sale, or action of time traveling. In the past, we experienced horrible atrocities because of the common man getting his hands on a time machine.
The only people who are allowed to use time machines are those who are linked to the Governme... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | **November 1st, 2014, 17:24 EST**
I stood in the queue, reciting the small piece of data under my breath. *"1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014..."* I noticed that the woman in front of me had finally finished, and I stepped u... | The first thing to flash through my mind was the man just an hour earlier who had offered to buy my lottery ticket off of me for a hundred thousand dollars, cash.
Not a small sum of money, I had declined only because of stubbornness and irritability after a rough day at work. Plus, with the way he was dressed, I suspe... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Looking around, I noticed the little convenience store was full of stereotypes from the early 2010's - young adults glued to "smart" phones, texting and snapping selfies. Selfies, so glad they phased that term out. Urban youth with those cheap, overpriced headphones blaring shitty dubstep into their empty heads. Overwe... | The first thing to flash through my mind was the man just an hour earlier who had offered to buy my lottery ticket off of me for a hundred thousand dollars, cash.
Not a small sum of money, I had declined only because of stubbornness and irritability after a rough day at work. Plus, with the way he was dressed, I suspe... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | The first thing to flash through my mind was the man just an hour earlier who had offered to buy my lottery ticket off of me for a hundred thousand dollars, cash.
Not a small sum of money, I had declined only because of stubbornness and irritability after a rough day at work. Plus, with the way he was dressed, I suspe... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | **November 1st, 2014, 17:24 EST**
I stood in the queue, reciting the small piece of data under my breath. *"1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014..."* I noticed that the woman in front of me had finally finished, and I stepped u... | (read like a neo noir mystery thriller)
Ok ok ok..
I scratch the sides of my head frantically with my finger nails
Its here , its here I know..
Like autumn leaves, I'm surrounded by papers all around me
The numbers.. the patterns... they don't add up! the walls of my room are etched out in calculations written in ch... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | (read like a neo noir mystery thriller)
Ok ok ok..
I scratch the sides of my head frantically with my finger nails
Its here , its here I know..
Like autumn leaves, I'm surrounded by papers all around me
The numbers.. the patterns... they don't add up! the walls of my room are etched out in calculations written in ch... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | **November 1st, 2014, 17:24 EST**
I stood in the queue, reciting the small piece of data under my breath. *"1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014 AD. 5, 12, 23, 32, 45, 47, bonus 8. 1st November, 2014..."* I noticed that the woman in front of me had finally finished, and I stepped u... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | Looking around, I noticed the little convenience store was full of stereotypes from the early 2010's - young adults glued to "smart" phones, texting and snapping selfies. Selfies, so glad they phased that term out. Urban youth with those cheap, overpriced headphones blaring shitty dubstep into their empty heads. Overwe... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | When I was a child I made a mistake. My school had a set of farm animal toys. I loved the donkey. It was less obnoxious than the family of horses and more interesting than the sheep and cows. There were many of those but only one donkey. I played with it every day at every opportunity and sometimes I would put it in my... | First writing prompt: please let me know if I did bad or horrible.
About 70% of lottery winners go broke. Want to know why?
The government, or at least the USA has knowledge of time travelers. After a 20-something year old man won the lottery 3 times in a row, they believed the man to be cheating. After a quick chat,... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | First writing prompt: please let me know if I did bad or horrible.
About 70% of lottery winners go broke. Want to know why?
The government, or at least the USA has knowledge of time travelers. After a 20-something year old man won the lottery 3 times in a row, they believed the man to be cheating. After a quick chat,... | |
[WP] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers. | Have you ever wondered what happens to all the lottery winners?
Wealth, particularly spent frivolously has a tendency to lead to some measure of fame in our society. So where are they in the public eye? If we can dedicate hours of our lives every week to watching Honey Boo-Boo be a redneck with a modicum of wealth wh... | When I was a child I made a mistake. My school had a set of farm animal toys. I loved the donkey. It was less obnoxious than the family of horses and more interesting than the sheep and cows. There were many of those but only one donkey. I played with it every day at every opportunity and sometimes I would put it in my... | |
[WP] The Roman Empire never collapsed and the year is 1999 AD | "Hail, Emperor Xing of China!"
"Hail, Raja Raden Berempat of Kesatuan Nusantara!"
"Hail, Chiefs of Chiefs of the Ni’hookaa Diyan Din!"
"Hail, Itzamnaaj K'awiil of Iguateca!"
The sun was harsh even through the unruly sweep of hair in front of his face. The list meandered as rulers took their place. His suit, fitted ... | Apologies for no content, but I read a book about this once. The story began in england and concerned a murder case where a young man from a powerful family was murdered.
The story covers a few centuries and concerns one of the families investigators trying to find the murderer who turns out to be the mans fiance who ... | |
[WP] The Roman Empire never collapsed and the year is 1999 AD | *5 minutes*
Claudia shifts forward to the edge of her seat, her toes still inches from the floor. She turns away from the clock and looks up expectantly. “Dad, do you think *it* is really going to happen? Like they’ve been saying.”
Gus arches his back and lets out a long, steady sigh, buying time to collect his tho... | Apologies for no content, but I read a book about this once. The story began in england and concerned a murder case where a young man from a powerful family was murdered.
The story covers a few centuries and concerns one of the families investigators trying to find the murderer who turns out to be the mans fiance who ... | |
[WP] The Roman Empire never collapsed and the year is 1999 AD | "Quid dixisti?," me rogavit, oculis natantibus. Amicus meus iam ebrius erat. Male ebrius. Non eum spectavi, solo clamorem sustuli: "Eamus, eamus, stulte!"
Si non in Colosseo in punctis proximis decem veniamus instarque anni MCMXCIX celebremus, Imperium Romanum cadat. Media nocte novus annus et novus millennium inc... | Apologies for no content, but I read a book about this once. The story began in england and concerned a murder case where a young man from a powerful family was murdered.
The story covers a few centuries and concerns one of the families investigators trying to find the murderer who turns out to be the mans fiance who ... | |
[WP] The Roman Empire never collapsed and the year is 1999 AD | "Quid dixisti?," me rogavit, oculis natantibus. Amicus meus iam ebrius erat. Male ebrius. Non eum spectavi, solo clamorem sustuli: "Eamus, eamus, stulte!"
Si non in Colosseo in punctis proximis decem veniamus instarque anni MCMXCIX celebremus, Imperium Romanum cadat. Media nocte novus annus et novus millennium inc... | "Hail, Emperor Xing of China!"
"Hail, Raja Raden Berempat of Kesatuan Nusantara!"
"Hail, Chiefs of Chiefs of the Ni’hookaa Diyan Din!"
"Hail, Itzamnaaj K'awiil of Iguateca!"
The sun was harsh even through the unruly sweep of hair in front of his face. The list meandered as rulers took their place. His suit, fitted ... |
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