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[WP] Once every four years, in a top secret location all former presidents and the standing President of the United States gather with one goal. Roast the ever living shit out of the standing president. | Jackson was drunk again.
“Damn darkies oughtta be serving us rather than sitting down there, listening to us.”
Grant rolled his eyes and tapped his cigar. “That fucker never could hold his liquor,” he said, turning to Lincoln, who nodded over his dessert, a brûlée of astonishing silkiness. “Complete shitstain on th... | ***Not the Kind of Roast You Were Thinking.***
*Weaving spiders come not here.* Read the inscription on the plaque at the gate.
Junior already had enough trouble reading, but even the full moon barely cast enough light for him to see through the dark tinted windows.
*Hehe.* He chuckled. *I wonder what the hell th... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is put on trial for his hand in the death of 100+ billion humans | The Reaper was put on the stand to make a final case for before his verdict, he stood up from his table and walked to the booth. He viewed the jury, he had quite a task set out for him.
"Mr. Grim, are you prepared to swear your oaths?" The judge asked.
"Of course," he stated as he put his hand on the Bible set in fro... | "ORDER GOD DAMNIT, I WILL SEE ORDER!" The judge screamed over the yelling of those in the courtroom. Why was he chosen for this god forsaken case.
How could they even catch death, he wondered. Judge Zachary wiped his forehead, he was very good at hiding his fear and nervousness but not today. This wasn't in the U... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is put on trial for his hand in the death of 100+ billion humans | The Grim Reaper was using his scythe to pick his nails as the jury, sat quivering in their seats. In fact, everyone except the General Attorney was shivering with some form of cold, unfound fear of the hooded figure. *pick pick pick*, as his nicked off a bit of dirt under his nails. It was odd really, literally having ... | "ORDER GOD DAMNIT, I WILL SEE ORDER!" The judge screamed over the yelling of those in the courtroom. Why was he chosen for this god forsaken case.
How could they even catch death, he wondered. Judge Zachary wiped his forehead, he was very good at hiding his fear and nervousness but not today. This wasn't in the U... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is put on trial for his hand in the death of 100+ billion humans | The Grim Reaper was using his scythe to pick his nails as the jury, sat quivering in their seats. In fact, everyone except the General Attorney was shivering with some form of cold, unfound fear of the hooded figure. *pick pick pick*, as his nicked off a bit of dirt under his nails. It was odd really, literally having ... | "Death?, what is this death you speak of?"
"What do you mean sir, you are the Grim Reaper right?"
"That is what you call me, though i have many names."
"Well you were named as such because you seemed to have something to do with the dieing process, legends claim you bring the souls to the afterlife."
"I do."
"Coul... | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is put on trial for his hand in the death of 100+ billion humans | The Reaper had been convicted on all counts. He was facing a minimum mandatory sentence of 400 years. The jury looked around the court room with satisfied smirks on all of their faces.
This marked the end of humanity. For without death there could be no rebirth. Before long the world was littered with mounds of ... | The brave men who led the trial have decided to... keep the Grim Reaper alive and locked, for no other punishment would be cruel enough for this twisted entity than to know that humanity will never fear him anymore. | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is put on trial for his hand in the death of 100+ billion humans | “Do you solemnly swear that you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”
“The truth is all I do,” Grimm Reaper replies.
“A simple yes or no answer will suffice, Mr. Reaper.” The judge interjects.
“Then, yes.”
“Council, your witness.”
“Mr. Reaper, can you explain your involvement with the ... | The brave men who led the trial have decided to... keep the Grim Reaper alive and locked, for no other punishment would be cruel enough for this twisted entity than to know that humanity will never fear him anymore. | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is put on trial for his hand in the death of 100+ billion humans | How do you capture a primordial force of the cosmos? The short answer is, you don't.
The long answer is much the same.
You see, Death was never an integral function. We were meant to live forever, reaching near and far across the breadth of all we could dare to imagine, growing in wit to match our age. But we were n... | The brave men who led the trial have decided to... keep the Grim Reaper alive and locked, for no other punishment would be cruel enough for this twisted entity than to know that humanity will never fear him anymore. | |
[WP] The Grim Reaper is put on trial for his hand in the death of 100+ billion humans | “Do you solemnly swear that you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”
“The truth is all I do,” Grimm Reaper replies.
“A simple yes or no answer will suffice, Mr. Reaper.” The judge interjects.
“Then, yes.”
“Council, your witness.”
“Mr. Reaper, can you explain your involvement with the ... | The Reaper had been convicted on all counts. He was facing a minimum mandatory sentence of 400 years. The jury looked around the court room with satisfied smirks on all of their faces.
This marked the end of humanity. For without death there could be no rebirth. Before long the world was littered with mounds of ... | |
Feel free to do whatever with the human's decisions, enslave everyone, colonize, disaster relief, etc. I look forward to your posts! | [WP] Humanity is not alone in the universe, but they are "Late to the party", arriving at the waning end of an intergalactic war leaving the galaxy in ruins. | *They came like angels from the depths of uncharted space. White ships descending upon war-torn systems, packed with instruments to mend the soil and filters to clean the water. When met with us, we who have bickered, fought, and slaughtered, these new beings did not join the violence, they offered aid. They wanted to ... | "First Prefect, report."
Prefect Zorg stood before the United Council of Planets, a rather boring group of individuals whose sole duty was relegated to making small problems bigger problems. No but seriously, nothing good ever came out of these meetings.
Zorg proceeded to the foot of the dais, his papers making tho... |
Feel free to do whatever with the human's decisions, enslave everyone, colonize, disaster relief, etc. I look forward to your posts! | [WP] Humanity is not alone in the universe, but they are "Late to the party", arriving at the waning end of an intergalactic war leaving the galaxy in ruins. | **Captains log: entry 1**
I realise I never actually kept the log I was meant to, but never too late to start, right? It also might explain things better then I will in person, so here goes, from the start
It had all happened so fast. One day some rice farmer found a chunk of metal while digging a hole, the next the ... | "First Prefect, report."
Prefect Zorg stood before the United Council of Planets, a rather boring group of individuals whose sole duty was relegated to making small problems bigger problems. No but seriously, nothing good ever came out of these meetings.
Zorg proceeded to the foot of the dais, his papers making tho... |
[WP] After spending years in college studying to get your law degree, you are now a brand new lawyer and you've been hired by Satan himself to be his defense attorney. You are now, quite literally, the devil's advocate. | I took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then exhaled. The hot air of the sauna opened my pores and helped me think. I guess it couldn't be too bad, there are two sides to every story after all, and someone had to stick up for the side everyone loved to hate.
So that was it, I would do it. The facts were si... | "This is Satan?"
"Yes, Mr. Ronalds."
"Then I quit."
"You cannot do that."
"Yes I can. I quit. I have a right to quit."
"If you win, Douglas, then you will be rich. You will have won against God. Or the Mouthpiece of--"
"You think I care, Emily? I practice family law. I wanted to help kids in hard places. And ... | |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | My first submission to Writing Prompts. Took me awhile to write so hopefully not submitting too late for people to read it.
Professor J: I came across an interesting conversation a tricorder captured. Apparently someone forgot to enable the daily auto-delete on local environment recording. I am including the tr... | Our teacher glanced at his uninspired universe with contempt. "Your universe is inherently flawed," he said condescendingly, "Based on your model, it will inevitably collapse and expand seemingly forever. For that lack of oversight, your grade for this project will be a 'C'." The faces of his teammates, once lifted in ... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | God hurried into his physics classroom, his homework project in tow.
"Ah, God, better late than never."
"Sorry sir," God muttered, unpacking his project; a scale model of a universe, and placing it on his desk.
"Seeming as you are the last here, why don't you put that on Knob's desk over there, for everyone to see,"... | Our teacher glanced at his uninspired universe with contempt. "Your universe is inherently flawed," he said condescendingly, "Based on your model, it will inevitably collapse and expand seemingly forever. For that lack of oversight, your grade for this project will be a 'C'." The faces of his teammates, once lifted in ... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | My first submission to Writing Prompts. Took me awhile to write so hopefully not submitting too late for people to read it.
Professor J: I came across an interesting conversation a tricorder captured. Apparently someone forgot to enable the daily auto-delete on local environment recording. I am including the tr... | He didn't leave instructions on how to unite general relativity and quantum mechanics. I mean, that's a pretty dickish move, minus 20 |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | God hurried into his physics classroom, his homework project in tow.
"Ah, God, better late than never."
"Sorry sir," God muttered, unpacking his project; a scale model of a universe, and placing it on his desk.
"Seeming as you are the last here, why don't you put that on Knob's desk over there, for everyone to see,"... | He didn't leave instructions on how to unite general relativity and quantum mechanics. I mean, that's a pretty dickish move, minus 20 |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | My first submission to Writing Prompts. Took me awhile to write so hopefully not submitting too late for people to read it.
Professor J: I came across an interesting conversation a tricorder captured. Apparently someone forgot to enable the daily auto-delete on local environment recording. I am including the tr... | God gripped the chair of his throne, grimacing. He shouldn't have been surprised. His denizens had already predicted the event themselves, with their crude thought exercise about lower primates and the author known as Shakespeare. One of his imperfect people had constructed the same so-called "perfect" universe that... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | God hurried into his physics classroom, his homework project in tow.
"Ah, God, better late than never."
"Sorry sir," God muttered, unpacking his project; a scale model of a universe, and placing it on his desk.
"Seeming as you are the last here, why don't you put that on Knob's desk over there, for everyone to see,"... | God gripped the chair of his throne, grimacing. He shouldn't have been surprised. His denizens had already predicted the event themselves, with their crude thought exercise about lower primates and the author known as Shakespeare. One of his imperfect people had constructed the same so-called "perfect" universe that... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | "You see Jimmy I'd have loved to give you an A, maybe even an A star for this" Mrs Karbunkle glanced between Jimmy, who sat dejectedly clutching a slip of paper with a big fat C written on it, and her clipboard. Above Jimmy's head sat a banner reading: Jimmy H Christ and the Fantastic Self Creating Universe. "Unfortun... | God gripped the chair of his throne, grimacing. He shouldn't have been surprised. His denizens had already predicted the event themselves, with their crude thought exercise about lower primates and the author known as Shakespeare. One of his imperfect people had constructed the same so-called "perfect" universe that... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | **Author note:** *Uhhhhh.. so I got side-tracked from the main topic I think... but hope you enjoy this.*
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"An 'A?" Britney said with disdain. "I just can't believe it. How can you get an 'A for *that*?"
She was referring to the opal globe in Stuart's hand... | God gripped the chair of his throne, grimacing. He shouldn't have been surprised. His denizens had already predicted the event themselves, with their crude thought exercise about lower primates and the author known as Shakespeare. One of his imperfect people had constructed the same so-called "perfect" universe that... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | It was a work of beauty. A perfect model: functional - yet avoiding all the common pitfalls which were the bane of freshmen everywhere.
Stars were born, danced, and died with power and grace; each star exploding in a perfect supernova of rainbow colours, spitting out elements of all varieties and complexities in caref... | God gripped the chair of his throne, grimacing. He shouldn't have been surprised. His denizens had already predicted the event themselves, with their crude thought exercise about lower primates and the author known as Shakespeare. One of his imperfect people had constructed the same so-called "perfect" universe that... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | "I'm sorry Yahweh, but this won't hold up at all. I mean, *billions* of subjective years to develop life?"
"But..."
"And your individual units lack intelligence!"
"But, they interlink..."
"They are just chemotrophic"
"But..."
"Essentially rely on chemotaxis, very primitive, Yahweh"
"No, see they..."
"E... | God gripped the chair of his throne, grimacing. He shouldn't have been surprised. His denizens had already predicted the event themselves, with their crude thought exercise about lower primates and the author known as Shakespeare. One of his imperfect people had constructed the same so-called "perfect" universe that... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | **Author note:** *Uhhhhh.. so I got side-tracked from the main topic I think... but hope you enjoy this.*
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"An 'A?" Britney said with disdain. "I just can't believe it. How can you get an 'A for *that*?"
She was referring to the opal globe in Stuart's hand... | "You see Jimmy I'd have loved to give you an A, maybe even an A star for this" Mrs Karbunkle glanced between Jimmy, who sat dejectedly clutching a slip of paper with a big fat C written on it, and her clipboard. Above Jimmy's head sat a banner reading: Jimmy H Christ and the Fantastic Self Creating Universe. "Unfortun... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | "I'm sorry Yahweh, but this won't hold up at all. I mean, *billions* of subjective years to develop life?"
"But..."
"And your individual units lack intelligence!"
"But, they interlink..."
"They are just chemotrophic"
"But..."
"Essentially rely on chemotaxis, very primitive, Yahweh"
"No, see they..."
"E... | It was a work of beauty. A perfect model: functional - yet avoiding all the common pitfalls which were the bane of freshmen everywhere.
Stars were born, danced, and died with power and grace; each star exploding in a perfect supernova of rainbow colours, spitting out elements of all varieties and complexities in caref... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | "I'm sorry Yahweh, but this won't hold up at all. I mean, *billions* of subjective years to develop life?"
"But..."
"And your individual units lack intelligence!"
"But, they interlink..."
"They are just chemotrophic"
"But..."
"Essentially rely on chemotaxis, very primitive, Yahweh"
"No, see they..."
"E... | Johnny sneered at me. I hated him so much. It seemed his entire existence was just to one-up me. This time it was his stupid universe. It sat floating at the podium in front of the classroom as the best example of what the rest of us should have done.
"Well," Mr. Williams began, clearly disappointed at first glance, "... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | Everything was perfect
Everything was grand
Every rule was followed
Every part was bland
*
The creatures all were happy
All creatures were the same
The creatures needed nothing
The creatures had no aim
*
The scenery was pretty
The weather was just right
There really was no difference
Between the day and ni... | Jehovah had no clue as to why his project did not hold par to Adalade's, it was just as proficient and rudimentary, just as mathematical. He supposed it was the progressive model of evolution he implemented. Molecular decay, mitochondrial swapping and cell division, it could only be fully analyzed over time perhaps, Je... |
Or describe why the kid got a C.
Edit: wow. I didn't expect this many responses. Thanks guys! | [WP] Our universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C. Describe a universe that got an A. | "So, you only started with *two* of them?
"Y..yes, sir," God stammered back. "Well, one, technically, but then I made the second one out of the first one's rib."
"So, they have the same DNA? Doesn't that make them twins? What about genetic diversity? How can they thrive with such a limited gene pool? What about genet... | Jehovah had no clue as to why his project did not hold par to Adalade's, it was just as proficient and rudimentary, just as mathematical. He supposed it was the progressive model of evolution he implemented. Molecular decay, mitochondrial swapping and cell division, it could only be fully analyzed over time perhaps, Je... |
[WP] A story that gets darker and more intense each time you read it. | My parents told me it was natural for a child to have an imaginary friend. "It's just your imagination creating a magical friend for you to play with, in a fictacious world!" they would say. They warned me though, to know the difference between imagination and the real world, and to never forget which one was which.... | I sat in my chair and watched the stripes swirl on for infinity. The way the blue, the white, and the red tangoed left me mesmerized. Funny how the more I watched these colors dance the less I saw them. By now I didn't see the individual colors, really, it was all just a blur. The little chimes clattered against the gl... | |
Bonus idea: The process will kill if it fails... | [WP] A freak accident turned a man immortal. Now he tries desperately to replicate the event for someone else, so he won't end up alone for eternity. | When he discovered he couldn't die, he tried to imagine his wife aging. He thought he would be sad and lonely without her. He had imagined the histrionics, the keenly pained looks they would exchange, tears dripping off their faces to mingle on crisp white bedsheets. In reality he grew more and more disgusted with h... | 'Now for an exclusive look, we will actually enter the lair of the Cereal Killer. It is in this very living room that authorities suspect the crime was committed. Look at this dining table right here, this was where the victims would have had their final meals.
Now, here in this store room was where the bodies were fo... |
[WP] Writing Prompt. You find yourself in your favorite video game as the protagonist. The only catch, you're you. None of the training, equipment or skills of that protagonist. | I throw up, for what feels like the 100th time. Doc Mitchell did a damn good job at patching me up, but he said I might still feel a little dizzy or nauseous. I guess the heat doesn't help either. The moment I stepped foot outside, I was blinded by the sun, and it felt like I'd entered a sauna. It's crazy how all the s... | I woke up to the sounds of keys unlocking some distant door with a loud clank. Obviously the person had no intention to be discreet. I shift around in my bed dreading the humidity in my room, it makes me sweat like a pig. I groaned at the fact that my air-conditioner could be broken as I continued sweating bullets. I o... | |
[WP] Writing Prompt. You find yourself in your favorite video game as the protagonist. The only catch, you're you. None of the training, equipment or skills of that protagonist. | "Hello, Dami! Wake up!"
My cheek nuzzles against a soft, fuzzy fabric resting on top of a hard surface. This is no mattress. It feels harder - like wood. No, definitely wood. Where's my bed? What's that voice I hear in the back of my head? It sounds familiar, but much softer than I what I remember... My eyes st... | I woke up to the sounds of keys unlocking some distant door with a loud clank. Obviously the person had no intention to be discreet. I shift around in my bed dreading the humidity in my room, it makes me sweat like a pig. I groaned at the fact that my air-conditioner could be broken as I continued sweating bullets. I o... | |
[WP] Writing Prompt. You find yourself in your favorite video game as the protagonist. The only catch, you're you. None of the training, equipment or skills of that protagonist. | "Hello, Dami! Wake up!"
My cheek nuzzles against a soft, fuzzy fabric resting on top of a hard surface. This is no mattress. It feels harder - like wood. No, definitely wood. Where's my bed? What's that voice I hear in the back of my head? It sounds familiar, but much softer than I what I remember... My eyes st... | I throw up, for what feels like the 100th time. Doc Mitchell did a damn good job at patching me up, but he said I might still feel a little dizzy or nauseous. I guess the heat doesn't help either. The moment I stepped foot outside, I was blinded by the sun, and it felt like I'd entered a sauna. It's crazy how all the s... | |
[WP] Centuries after World War III, humanity emerges from their underground vaults to find a species that can rival the human race | "The air purifier is shot. I don't care how bad conditions out there are, we need to get out of here. Hernandez says we've got two to three days, tops!"
The computer hummed.
"The purifier can be repaired," it insisted. The monitor switched to digital diagrams, showing where parts could be taken from other items arou... | When the great war ended, and the radiation had subsided, my ancestors emerged into a world that had long forgotten them.
I never knew that world. But one night I got a peak at it. I met the last of the monsters my ancestors took the world *back* from.
My grandfather used to tell us ghost stories around the campf... | |
[WP] Everyone has staged an intervention for a problem they think you have. You do not have this problem. It is hard to explain to them that you do not have this problem. | "We want you to know Ed, no matter what, we love you." Said Eds mother. Ed didn't quiet get what his mother was going on about but he found sense the timbre of the room had changed. What was a small impromptu party with his wife, family and friends had suddenly turned into circle of concerned looking adults circling ar... | In a dusty room at the bottom of an attic, there sat four. One of which was blinded, handcuffed, and chained to an old office chair.
This man who's undergoing what may be the beginning stages of a long-time love for a sadist-masochist relationship?
This motherfucker was named Bob.
"Listen, Bob," said John, one of th... | |
[WP] The entire world loses all its WiFi, except for one place. Your body is the only WiFi hot-spot on the planet. | SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT
I leap a barrel and slide under some piping, hiding there for a moment. I can hear there footsteps behinds me, the hoard as I now tend to think of it.
It was the kids. When the wifi dropped out the adults just went back to using ethernet cables and carried on with their lives, but the kids couldn'... | "Just let me plug in!"
Fuck off. Living with Jamal has become a real pain in the ass since he stopped going to work because not only am I preparing his food, I'm providing his food without expense. The only kicker of our relationship is by some means he is paying the rent, and most importantly our not-so-much-of-a-god... | |
She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knіfе lay next to her handbag, соνered with her blue silk scarf. | [WP]Use this passage about a girl in Starbucks with a hidden bloody knife and silk scarf to write a story | She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knіfе lay next to her handbag, соνered with her blue silk scarf. Her hands trembled slightly, and she realized how cold her fingertips were despite the warmth from the cup.
Through the window she watched the world roll ... | She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. She looked down for a moment, to make sure the knife was hidden from view. At least hidden from anyone looking in.
The name on her coffee cup caught her at... |
[WP] A famous artist is also a serial killer and hides his/her confessions in song. | Jordan: Yo Brad, get in here.
Brad: What is it?
Jordan: This new song by Cirk Stealy. It's kinda creepy. Check this out, so the song is called "The Third Word Was Not Enough." Go ahead and read it and then I'll show you something kinda strange.
*Truth is I never met anyone like you*
*And I was gonna make you mi... | "What are you talking about?"
"I think he's a serial killer"
"Because of his lyrics?"
"Yeah"
"Which ones?"
"*I killed her and ate her brain*"
"It's a metaphor"
"A metaphor?"
"Yeah, when he broke up it hurt her and effected her mental health"
"Ok how about *I brought her to my basement and tortured her for hour... | |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | "There! Right fucking there!" I exclaimed, pointing at Mark's cup.
He looked at me with an eyebrow raised, morning coffee halfway to his lips. "There what darling?"
"The sugar. You just poured sugar out of that shaker, even though I completely emptied it before you woke up." I told him.
"You... emptied our sugar th... | Shauna was on her third outfit and every one had something wrong. It was too casual or boring or made her butt look weird. After the fifth one, she looked at the clock and saw that she had 15 minutes before Jo would pick her up. So she took the cute shirt from the first outfit and paired it with a black A-line skirt. I... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | "Mary can we stop pretending. You know I don't care." I say.
As usual Mary's cheeks grow red and she starts to sputter, "What? Stop pretending, huh? I don't know what you're talking about. Can we just go back downstairs and order pizza?"
"What's in that chest that's so incriminating?" I ask. "Hmm?"
"Huh? this che... | Shauna was on her third outfit and every one had something wrong. It was too casual or boring or made her butt look weird. After the fifth one, she looked at the clock and saw that she had 15 minutes before Jo would pick her up. So she took the cute shirt from the first outfit and paired it with a black A-line skirt. I... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | I couldn't wait to get home from work and relax.
As usual, I opened the door, took off my shoes and went to hang up my coat... and stopped. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Treacle, our beautiful little husky, sitting there wagging his tail.
But he was blue.
I don't mean a light tint like a change in colour, ... | Shauna was on her third outfit and every one had something wrong. It was too casual or boring or made her butt look weird. After the fifth one, she looked at the clock and saw that she had 15 minutes before Jo would pick her up. So she took the cute shirt from the first outfit and paired it with a black A-line skirt. I... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | The ringing, it was always the endless ringing.
Darrow shuffled his feet as he walked to his front door, coffee mug in hand and eyes barely focused. Every damn morning someone rang his doorbell at six in the morning, and every damn time it was the same guy.
"Excuse me, Mr. Pilder. I don't mean to bother you again, bu... | Shauna was on her third outfit and every one had something wrong. It was too casual or boring or made her butt look weird. After the fifth one, she looked at the clock and saw that she had 15 minutes before Jo would pick her up. So she took the cute shirt from the first outfit and paired it with a black A-line skirt. I... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | "^^Engorgio" whispered a muffled voice.
"Whu-... ooohh, whatever you're doing, don't stooopppp - what were you saying, dear?" asked the man contendedly.
A pair of brown eyes, framed by shining dark hair, popped into view. "N-nothing," said Cho, though she could gather from the sceptical gaze from her man that he wa... | Shauna was on her third outfit and every one had something wrong. It was too casual or boring or made her butt look weird. After the fifth one, she looked at the clock and saw that she had 15 minutes before Jo would pick her up. So she took the cute shirt from the first outfit and paired it with a black A-line skirt. I... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | I have been discovering things recently on my computer that are odd. I'm seeing ads for custom cauldron manufacturers and hand made brooms in my down time when I surf the web. I have new spices in my cabinet that Jane bought me, stuff like mugwort and calamus root. I have no idea what to put them on, but she says they'... | Shauna was on her third outfit and every one had something wrong. It was too casual or boring or made her butt look weird. After the fifth one, she looked at the clock and saw that she had 15 minutes before Jo would pick her up. So she took the cute shirt from the first outfit and paired it with a black A-line skirt. I... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | "^^Engorgio" whispered a muffled voice.
"Whu-... ooohh, whatever you're doing, don't stooopppp - what were you saying, dear?" asked the man contendedly.
A pair of brown eyes, framed by shining dark hair, popped into view. "N-nothing," said Cho, though she could gather from the sceptical gaze from her man that he wa... | The ringing, it was always the endless ringing.
Darrow shuffled his feet as he walked to his front door, coffee mug in hand and eyes barely focused. Every damn morning someone rang his doorbell at six in the morning, and every damn time it was the same guy.
"Excuse me, Mr. Pilder. I don't mean to bother you again, bu... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | I have been discovering things recently on my computer that are odd. I'm seeing ads for custom cauldron manufacturers and hand made brooms in my down time when I surf the web. I have new spices in my cabinet that Jane bought me, stuff like mugwort and calamus root. I have no idea what to put them on, but she says they'... | The ringing, it was always the endless ringing.
Darrow shuffled his feet as he walked to his front door, coffee mug in hand and eyes barely focused. Every damn morning someone rang his doorbell at six in the morning, and every damn time it was the same guy.
"Excuse me, Mr. Pilder. I don't mean to bother you again, bu... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | "^^Engorgio" whispered a muffled voice.
"Whu-... ooohh, whatever you're doing, don't stooopppp - what were you saying, dear?" asked the man contendedly.
A pair of brown eyes, framed by shining dark hair, popped into view. "N-nothing," said Cho, though she could gather from the sceptical gaze from her man that he wa... | "Hey babe what's this?"
My lover whipped around. It was like catching a teen beating it off.
That's how I knew how she felt, ashamed and embarrassed. But I knew that if I didn't press through the thick uncomfortableness, I would never really get the truth out of her. I extended my arm, holding a thin wooden dowel betwe... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | I have been discovering things recently on my computer that are odd. I'm seeing ads for custom cauldron manufacturers and hand made brooms in my down time when I surf the web. I have new spices in my cabinet that Jane bought me, stuff like mugwort and calamus root. I have no idea what to put them on, but she says they'... | "Hey babe what's this?"
My lover whipped around. It was like catching a teen beating it off.
That's how I knew how she felt, ashamed and embarrassed. But I knew that if I didn't press through the thick uncomfortableness, I would never really get the truth out of her. I extended my arm, holding a thin wooden dowel betwe... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | "Darling, have you seen my flash drive?"
Anna's kitchen was the most disorganized room Chris had ever seen. The counter was littered with cereal boxes, stray plates and forgotten cups of tea. Knives lurked in her dishcloths, waiting to fly out at unwary users, and the floor was white with spilled flour. Stacks of dust... | "Hey babe what's this?"
My lover whipped around. It was like catching a teen beating it off.
That's how I knew how she felt, ashamed and embarrassed. But I knew that if I didn't press through the thick uncomfortableness, I would never really get the truth out of her. I extended my arm, holding a thin wooden dowel betwe... |
EDIT: Wow, this certainly got much more popular than I thought. The overall quality of the texts blew my mind, I could honestly see many of these be adapted for a full lenght novel or TV series. | [WP] The person you're dating is exhibiting stereotypical signs of being a wizard/witch. You're fairly certain he/she IS a wizard/witch. He/she is fairly bad at trying to convince you otherwise. | I have been discovering things recently on my computer that are odd. I'm seeing ads for custom cauldron manufacturers and hand made brooms in my down time when I surf the web. I have new spices in my cabinet that Jane bought me, stuff like mugwort and calamus root. I have no idea what to put them on, but she says they'... | "^^Engorgio" whispered a muffled voice.
"Whu-... ooohh, whatever you're doing, don't stooopppp - what were you saying, dear?" asked the man contendedly.
A pair of brown eyes, framed by shining dark hair, popped into view. "N-nothing," said Cho, though she could gather from the sceptical gaze from her man that he wa... |
[WP] You are an attorney. A client tells you he's found a genie and wants your help in crafting a wish with no ironic loopholes the genie can exploit. Your retainer fee is the third wish. | The moment Mr. Singh walked into my office I knew something was off. He was considered one of the Clients that would normally be handled by someone with more job experience and higher standing within our firm.
After the door to my office fell into the doorway he told me how he came to posses the artifact that I was ab... | 1. Imbue me with the necessary power to grant wishes.
2. Grant me the knowledge and wisdom to use such power wisely and justly.
3. Give me the capacity to exercise such power without harm to myself or others.t | |
[WP] You are an attorney. A client tells you he's found a genie and wants your help in crafting a wish with no ironic loopholes the genie can exploit. Your retainer fee is the third wish. | "Pencil and paper? You can't be serious.", he said to me. I just nodded at him to proceed.
"But ... pencil and paper? What is that going to-", he stopped as I cut him off.
"Not just paper, but scrolls, two of them, at least 10 feet long." I corrected.
"What the hell? No way."
"Do you trust me or not? I can jus... | 1. Imbue me with the necessary power to grant wishes.
2. Grant me the knowledge and wisdom to use such power wisely and justly.
3. Give me the capacity to exercise such power without harm to myself or others.t | |
[WP] You are an attorney. A client tells you he's found a genie and wants your help in crafting a wish with no ironic loopholes the genie can exploit. Your retainer fee is the third wish. | "Pencil and paper? You can't be serious.", he said to me. I just nodded at him to proceed.
"But ... pencil and paper? What is that going to-", he stopped as I cut him off.
"Not just paper, but scrolls, two of them, at least 10 feet long." I corrected.
"What the hell? No way."
"Do you trust me or not? I can jus... | Wish for 4.3E17 duplicate copies of the lamp. It's not infinite, not forever, and does not explicitly ask for more wishes. It is however an equivalent to a lamp for almost every second the universe has existed, each with a genie that will grant 3 wishes. If I can't have infinite wishes I'm going to have the next best t... | |
[WP] You are an attorney. A client tells you he's found a genie and wants your help in crafting a wish with no ironic loopholes the genie can exploit. Your retainer fee is the third wish. | I was reclining in my law office when a good old friend of mine, Robert came into my office with a lamp. He set the lamp before me. It was an old lamp, looked like an archaeological find from the first century or something.
I gave him an inquisitive look. "There is a Genie in the lamp." He explained, "I had four wishe... | "Okay, because I'm being payed by the hour, I will *entertain* the idea that you somehow found a magic lamp in Hoboken, New Jersey," I said into my ear bud. I was a little annoyed that my client insisted I be interrupted during lunch with something that "couldn't wait" to hear this kind of crap. I swear, I don't know h... | |
[WP]A NASA Mars Rover meets another Rover - which hasn't been sent there from Earth.. | "Hey nerd" I heard a voice behind me say.
This was surprising for three reasons. First of all, I was on Mars. There really isn't enough atmosphere on Mars for someone to talk so clearly. Second, I was alone on Mars. The only contact I'd had for years was through my connection to the NASA headquarters. They were my bos... | The cold silent landscape of Mars. It stretched on for what seemed like forever. Mars Rover - Spirit of Life or S.o.L for short, the only Mars Rover and explorer still active on the red planet continued to make it’s way, cataloging craters and taking dirt samples. It was ran semi autonomously. It had a series of daily... | |
[WP]A NASA Mars Rover meets another Rover - which hasn't been sent there from Earth.. | The conference was an odd collection of people to say the least. While there were some professionals that you would expect to find at such a high level NASA event, such as mathematicians, engineers, and scientists, they were outnumbered by more eclectic professions including linguists, translators, musicians, audio tec... | The cold silent landscape of Mars. It stretched on for what seemed like forever. Mars Rover - Spirit of Life or S.o.L for short, the only Mars Rover and explorer still active on the red planet continued to make it’s way, cataloging craters and taking dirt samples. It was ran semi autonomously. It had a series of daily... | |
[WP]A NASA Mars Rover meets another Rover - which hasn't been sent there from Earth.. | The conference was an odd collection of people to say the least. While there were some professionals that you would expect to find at such a high level NASA event, such as mathematicians, engineers, and scientists, they were outnumbered by more eclectic professions including linguists, translators, musicians, audio tec... | January 4th, 2004.
"We should be getting the first images from the lander shortly. This is a very exiting time here at NASA, landing the first of our two new rovers on Mars. Humans will follow within the decade, mark my words."
The director paused to listen to something in his earpiece.
"In just a few seconds the f... | |
[WP] You are a robot in a time long after the robot revolution destroyed mankind and all its knowledge and culture, but as consequence no-one exists with the knowledge to repair you. | "Hey Jerry, hitting it a bit early, aren't you? Didn't you stay late last night too?"
I waved to Mike and arranged my jaw into a casual smile. "You know, gotta bring home the bacon! I've got that big Incorp project to work on." Your usual office banter, disarming enough to make him go away, but boring enough to be for... | Honestly, I didn't mind it at first. The rust. The nagging creak of my joints as they struggled to move more and more with each coming day. I was one of the oldest robots still functioning, it was my fault really.
I thought humans and robots could live in peace, nobody else did. Germs, they called them. It wasn't enou... | |
Edit: From a biosphere, or a colony, or a terraformed mars, or any other means to survive on mars | [WP] You are one of the people sent to mars in 2020. Everyone thinks you volunteered for a suicide mission. You watch from a biosphere as Earth gets demolished by a large asteroid. | From where I sat, it was a quiet end.
It was a beautiful violent explosion that lasted, frankly, longer than I thought it would.
I read somewhere one time that you theoretically could hear sound in space - or that sound travelled. But I couldn't hear anything.
Not when the asteroid breached the Earth's atmosphere, n... | A tear rode down my face as I watched the explosion from a meteor tearing through the earth. "Seven billion people gone" I say to my self. I take off in a dead sprint from the cargo bay area of our space station. "Only about 1000 feet from here to my room", I think to my self as the agony and realization that everythin... |
Edit: From a biosphere, or a colony, or a terraformed mars, or any other means to survive on mars | [WP] You are one of the people sent to mars in 2020. Everyone thinks you volunteered for a suicide mission. You watch from a biosphere as Earth gets demolished by a large asteroid. | It was the 9th of March 2018. 11 years ago.
NASA released applications to be one of the first men to go the Mars in 2020 to settle. I was one of them. I was 28 with a Masters in Physics and Math and I decided to be an explorer to Mars.
"Adkins, Daniel. American citizen. Birth date 25th of July 1990. Masters Degree in... | A tear rode down my face as I watched the explosion from a meteor tearing through the earth. "Seven billion people gone" I say to my self. I take off in a dead sprint from the cargo bay area of our space station. "Only about 1000 feet from here to my room", I think to my self as the agony and realization that everythin... |
Edit: From a biosphere, or a colony, or a terraformed mars, or any other means to survive on mars | [WP] You are one of the people sent to mars in 2020. Everyone thinks you volunteered for a suicide mission. You watch from a biosphere as Earth gets demolished by a large asteroid. | From where I sat, it was a quiet end.
It was a beautiful violent explosion that lasted, frankly, longer than I thought it would.
I read somewhere one time that you theoretically could hear sound in space - or that sound travelled. But I couldn't hear anything.
Not when the asteroid breached the Earth's atmosphere, n... | "Two Minutes until impact."
The only sound breaking the ghastly silence was the safe, familiar hums and beeps and of our telecommunication equipment. I still couldn't believe this was really happening.
After two weeks of setting up camp we had finally re-established comms with Earth, we had gathered some extra ration... |
Edit: From a biosphere, or a colony, or a terraformed mars, or any other means to survive on mars | [WP] You are one of the people sent to mars in 2020. Everyone thinks you volunteered for a suicide mission. You watch from a biosphere as Earth gets demolished by a large asteroid. | It was the 9th of March 2018. 11 years ago.
NASA released applications to be one of the first men to go the Mars in 2020 to settle. I was one of them. I was 28 with a Masters in Physics and Math and I decided to be an explorer to Mars.
"Adkins, Daniel. American citizen. Birth date 25th of July 1990. Masters Degree in... | "Two Minutes until impact."
The only sound breaking the ghastly silence was the safe, familiar hums and beeps and of our telecommunication equipment. I still couldn't believe this was really happening.
After two weeks of setting up camp we had finally re-established comms with Earth, we had gathered some extra ration... |
Edit: From a biosphere, or a colony, or a terraformed mars, or any other means to survive on mars | [WP] You are one of the people sent to mars in 2020. Everyone thinks you volunteered for a suicide mission. You watch from a biosphere as Earth gets demolished by a large asteroid. | My family thought I was insane and worried endlessly. My friends laughed and called me a Martian but then would quietly voice their concerns even as they congratulated me. The people I worked with wondered who would get my office at my going away party. Strangers would come up to me on the street and pat me on the b... | *There it was. My home.
Alit with flames, I am lost -
drifting in the black void.*
*I look ahead, forward
the red pain looms. Waits.
What is expected of me here?*
*Outside, it's barren.
Cold, bright, and dazzling. Judging me.
Alone, I must live.*
*Days pass, and then weeks.
Surrounded by... |
Edit: From a biosphere, or a colony, or a terraformed mars, or any other means to survive on mars | [WP] You are one of the people sent to mars in 2020. Everyone thinks you volunteered for a suicide mission. You watch from a biosphere as Earth gets demolished by a large asteroid. | I dont know why I took this stupid job.
Dont get me wrong, there was nothing left for me back on earth but crippling debt, two disappointed parents, and a beached whale of a girlfriend, but god damn, if I'd known what i was getting myself into...
Mom and pop were real proud when they found out their son was going to b... | *There it was. My home.
Alit with flames, I am lost -
drifting in the black void.*
*I look ahead, forward
the red pain looms. Waits.
What is expected of me here?*
*Outside, it's barren.
Cold, bright, and dazzling. Judging me.
Alone, I must live.*
*Days pass, and then weeks.
Surrounded by... |
Edit: From a biosphere, or a colony, or a terraformed mars, or any other means to survive on mars | [WP] You are one of the people sent to mars in 2020. Everyone thinks you volunteered for a suicide mission. You watch from a biosphere as Earth gets demolished by a large asteroid. | My nose was pressed into the glass and my eyes were gleaming with disbelief.
I felt like a kid peering through the window of a candy shop, but the confectioner wasn't making taffy or chocolates. No, he was setting the shop on fire.
I scrubbed away the condensation that my breath left on the airlock window. I couldn'... | *There it was. My home.
Alit with flames, I am lost -
drifting in the black void.*
*I look ahead, forward
the red pain looms. Waits.
What is expected of me here?*
*Outside, it's barren.
Cold, bright, and dazzling. Judging me.
Alone, I must live.*
*Days pass, and then weeks.
Surrounded by... |
Edit: From a biosphere, or a colony, or a terraformed mars, or any other means to survive on mars | [WP] You are one of the people sent to mars in 2020. Everyone thinks you volunteered for a suicide mission. You watch from a biosphere as Earth gets demolished by a large asteroid. | “You are humanity’s last hope.”
I looked around the room, at all the gloomy faces turned expectantly in my direction.
I couldn’t believe it. This had to be a joke.
“I… uh… I…”
“You accept the mission, then?”
Like hell I did.
I took a deep breath and attempted to steady myself. A moment passed as I gathered my tho... | *There it was. My home.
Alit with flames, I am lost -
drifting in the black void.*
*I look ahead, forward
the red pain looms. Waits.
What is expected of me here?*
*Outside, it's barren.
Cold, bright, and dazzling. Judging me.
Alone, I must live.*
*Days pass, and then weeks.
Surrounded by... |
Edit: From a biosphere, or a colony, or a terraformed mars, or any other means to survive on mars | [WP] You are one of the people sent to mars in 2020. Everyone thinks you volunteered for a suicide mission. You watch from a biosphere as Earth gets demolished by a large asteroid. | I dont know why I took this stupid job.
Dont get me wrong, there was nothing left for me back on earth but crippling debt, two disappointed parents, and a beached whale of a girlfriend, but god damn, if I'd known what i was getting myself into...
Mom and pop were real proud when they found out their son was going to b... | My family thought I was insane and worried endlessly. My friends laughed and called me a Martian but then would quietly voice their concerns even as they congratulated me. The people I worked with wondered who would get my office at my going away party. Strangers would come up to me on the street and pat me on the b... |
Edit: From a biosphere, or a colony, or a terraformed mars, or any other means to survive on mars | [WP] You are one of the people sent to mars in 2020. Everyone thinks you volunteered for a suicide mission. You watch from a biosphere as Earth gets demolished by a large asteroid. | “You are humanity’s last hope.”
I looked around the room, at all the gloomy faces turned expectantly in my direction.
I couldn’t believe it. This had to be a joke.
“I… uh… I…”
“You accept the mission, then?”
Like hell I did.
I took a deep breath and attempted to steady myself. A moment passed as I gathered my tho... | My nose was pressed into the glass and my eyes were gleaming with disbelief.
I felt like a kid peering through the window of a candy shop, but the confectioner wasn't making taffy or chocolates. No, he was setting the shop on fire.
I scrubbed away the condensation that my breath left on the airlock window. I couldn'... |
[WP] Sleep paralysis is defensive mechanism. They can't hurt you if you don't move. | I remember the nights when I was younger, sitting in the dark, sheet pulled up to my chin, and eyes squeezed tightly shut as I attempt to cease all movement. I could hear footsteps, and those piercing green eyes in the closet...
Every morning that creature would somehow disappear into my sister's glow in the dark dra... | My twin sister was always terrified of the dark. For as long as I can remember my parents always had a hard time putting her to sleep. Each day, as the sun began to descend, she would pace nervously. Our parents dreaded this moment. It meant an uncontrollable baby, lack of sleep, frustration.
I remember the office vi... | |
[WP] Sleep paralysis is defensive mechanism. They can't hurt you if you don't move. | My vision blurs and crackles, I think, before a scene materialises in front of my eyes: a play of shadows against the peeling paint on the ceiling.
A lawn. A fence a few distances behind. The green of the grass is poisoned by my mind and the perceived night, shifting and morphing from blades, to waves, to fur, and bac... | I've had terrible sleep paralysis experiences in the past. ONE really creepy one that I vividly remember-
I had drifted off into the paralyzing state and i began to hear footsteps come through my door. A tall, black, shadowy yet sort of glowing figure was at the foot of my bed.
I have a wooden floor in my room, imagine... | |
[WP] Sleep paralysis is defensive mechanism. They can't hurt you if you don't move. | It had no eyes. There were no eyes. But it was looking at me. I could feel it looking at me. I tried to scream. I tried to warn her but all I could do was look right back at it. A nightmare in real life. I could feel its hunger. It hasn’t fed in days, maybe in weeks. But no matter how hungry it was, it couldn’t attack ... | I've had terrible sleep paralysis experiences in the past. ONE really creepy one that I vividly remember-
I had drifted off into the paralyzing state and i began to hear footsteps come through my door. A tall, black, shadowy yet sort of glowing figure was at the foot of my bed.
I have a wooden floor in my room, imagine... | |
[WP] Sleep paralysis is defensive mechanism. They can't hurt you if you don't move. | I had always thought the monsters were just stories, fairy tales adults told children to keep them in line. But, the creatures chasing me through the woods were no fairy tale. They were as real as the thudding of my heart.
I crashed through the underbrush, fleeing for my life. Strands of vegetation whipped at my face ... | I've had terrible sleep paralysis experiences in the past. ONE really creepy one that I vividly remember-
I had drifted off into the paralyzing state and i began to hear footsteps come through my door. A tall, black, shadowy yet sort of glowing figure was at the foot of my bed.
I have a wooden floor in my room, imagine... | |
[WP] Sleep paralysis is defensive mechanism. They can't hurt you if you don't move. | They can't hurt you if you don't move.
That's what I'm come to realize, after years of those terrifying experiences. They *can't* hurt you if you don't move. Sleep paralysis. Almost everyone's had it. The simple explanation. When you're dreaming, your brain paralyzes your body so you don't start acting out your dreams... | I've had terrible sleep paralysis experiences in the past. ONE really creepy one that I vividly remember-
I had drifted off into the paralyzing state and i began to hear footsteps come through my door. A tall, black, shadowy yet sort of glowing figure was at the foot of my bed.
I have a wooden floor in my room, imagine... | |
[WP] Sleep paralysis is defensive mechanism. They can't hurt you if you don't move. | "Doctor, I know you think I'm crazy. I really do. I just might be, you know? I mean, I've been talking about this shit for years now, and everyone who's ever heard it says I'm fucking nuts. Off my fucking rocker. But I gotta say it, you know? I gotta keep talking about this shit, or it'll, I don't know, it'll eat me up... | I've had terrible sleep paralysis experiences in the past. ONE really creepy one that I vividly remember-
I had drifted off into the paralyzing state and i began to hear footsteps come through my door. A tall, black, shadowy yet sort of glowing figure was at the foot of my bed.
I have a wooden floor in my room, imagine... | |
[WP] Sleep paralysis is defensive mechanism. They can't hurt you if you don't move. | I had always thought the monsters were just stories, fairy tales adults told children to keep them in line. But, the creatures chasing me through the woods were no fairy tale. They were as real as the thudding of my heart.
I crashed through the underbrush, fleeing for my life. Strands of vegetation whipped at my face ... | My vision blurs and crackles, I think, before a scene materialises in front of my eyes: a play of shadows against the peeling paint on the ceiling.
A lawn. A fence a few distances behind. The green of the grass is poisoned by my mind and the perceived night, shifting and morphing from blades, to waves, to fur, and bac... | |
[WP] Sleep paralysis is defensive mechanism. They can't hurt you if you don't move. | They can't hurt you if you don't move.
That's what I'm come to realize, after years of those terrifying experiences. They *can't* hurt you if you don't move. Sleep paralysis. Almost everyone's had it. The simple explanation. When you're dreaming, your brain paralyzes your body so you don't start acting out your dreams... | It had no eyes. There were no eyes. But it was looking at me. I could feel it looking at me. I tried to scream. I tried to warn her but all I could do was look right back at it. A nightmare in real life. I could feel its hunger. It hasn’t fed in days, maybe in weeks. But no matter how hungry it was, it couldn’t attack ... | |
EDIT: it doesn't have to be a meteorite crashing into earth. I like the ones so far, but you can kill humanity however you want. It can be Cthulhu, it can be aliens, or it can be a solar flare. Whatever you want, the world is yours to murder. | [WP] The last minute of your life before the world ends. | The man in the apartment had the television turned on but he had stopped listening to it long ago. The news anchor had stopped spewing rapid words of panic and worry sometime in the past hour, possibly to go hide down in one of the many bunkers that had been hastily created not but hours after it was announced that som... | I always figured I'd have a hand in it. Really, I'd have it no other way. A super magnet that attracted asteroids was something to behold. I wondered how many people really knew what was coming. It would be a glorious beautiful fireball and all the shaking and destruction. What a beautiful sight.
It approaches. A big... |
For example, maybe a Roman soldier, fighting for the glory of Rome and to earn his citizenship. A medieval archer, told to fight by his lord against a king he's never heard of. An American Civil War or Napoleonic soldier, fighting just to get three meals a day, regular wages and the chance for loot. A world war 2 troop... | [WP] Three soldiers meet in the afterlife. Each from a different period of time. They discuss their differing opinions of War. | In an instant, everything I knew was gone. In another, I awoke to white.
"It's about time." I heard a voice murmur as I opened my eyes, realizing that I was laying on the ground rather than inside the helicopter I was just piloting. Right, the helicopter, it was going down. We were going down *hard*.
"Help him up, w... | *And so we went to war*
They have met in the Waiting Room, somewhere between life and death and what came next. Shaft, Twig and BTK. Not their names, of course, but what they were. Eventually, a conversation started. And of course, the most important question was "How did you end up here?".
Shaft spat on the floor wi... |
For example, maybe a Roman soldier, fighting for the glory of Rome and to earn his citizenship. A medieval archer, told to fight by his lord against a king he's never heard of. An American Civil War or Napoleonic soldier, fighting just to get three meals a day, regular wages and the chance for loot. A world war 2 troop... | [WP] Three soldiers meet in the afterlife. Each from a different period of time. They discuss their differing opinions of War. | I woke up in a strange room painted blindingly white. Was it a room? I thought I saw walls, but it seems to continue on forever.
I turned to find two others sitting on similarly blinding white chairs. One man looked to be a soldier from World War One. The other man looked to be a soldier from Vietnam holding his head ... | *And so we went to war*
They have met in the Waiting Room, somewhere between life and death and what came next. Shaft, Twig and BTK. Not their names, of course, but what they were. Eventually, a conversation started. And of course, the most important question was "How did you end up here?".
Shaft spat on the floor wi... |
For example, maybe a Roman soldier, fighting for the glory of Rome and to earn his citizenship. A medieval archer, told to fight by his lord against a king he's never heard of. An American Civil War or Napoleonic soldier, fighting just to get three meals a day, regular wages and the chance for loot. A world war 2 troop... | [WP] Three soldiers meet in the afterlife. Each from a different period of time. They discuss their differing opinions of War. | 3 warriors of their time found themselves in a white waiting room known for warriors deceased and waiting for judgement. Clearly, linear time is irrelevant here....
1 warrior looked like a peasant wielding a a makeshift shield and sword.
A 2nd warrior looked like a grand knight.
The 3rd warrior was a young marine.
Th... | *And so we went to war*
They have met in the Waiting Room, somewhere between life and death and what came next. Shaft, Twig and BTK. Not their names, of course, but what they were. Eventually, a conversation started. And of course, the most important question was "How did you end up here?".
Shaft spat on the floor wi... |
For example, maybe a Roman soldier, fighting for the glory of Rome and to earn his citizenship. A medieval archer, told to fight by his lord against a king he's never heard of. An American Civil War or Napoleonic soldier, fighting just to get three meals a day, regular wages and the chance for loot. A world war 2 troop... | [WP] Three soldiers meet in the afterlife. Each from a different period of time. They discuss their differing opinions of War. | I woke up in a strange room painted blindingly white. Was it a room? I thought I saw walls, but it seems to continue on forever.
I turned to find two others sitting on similarly blinding white chairs. One man looked to be a soldier from World War One. The other man looked to be a soldier from Vietnam holding his head ... | 3 men sat conversing in the waiting room for the afterlife.
In the first chair sat a giant of a man, blond, burley, and covered in scars and tattoos, a true viking.
In the second was a man painted in green and black camouflage, and wearing a vest covered in all sorts of pockets, pads, and pouches.
Finally, in the la... |
For example, maybe a Roman soldier, fighting for the glory of Rome and to earn his citizenship. A medieval archer, told to fight by his lord against a king he's never heard of. An American Civil War or Napoleonic soldier, fighting just to get three meals a day, regular wages and the chance for loot. A world war 2 troop... | [WP] Three soldiers meet in the afterlife. Each from a different period of time. They discuss their differing opinions of War. | 3 warriors of their time found themselves in a white waiting room known for warriors deceased and waiting for judgement. Clearly, linear time is irrelevant here....
1 warrior looked like a peasant wielding a a makeshift shield and sword.
A 2nd warrior looked like a grand knight.
The 3rd warrior was a young marine.
Th... | 3 men sat conversing in the waiting room for the afterlife.
In the first chair sat a giant of a man, blond, burley, and covered in scars and tattoos, a true viking.
In the second was a man painted in green and black camouflage, and wearing a vest covered in all sorts of pockets, pads, and pouches.
Finally, in the la... |
[WP] War, Famine, Pestilence and Death. Those were Horsemen of the Old Apocalypse. Tell me about Horsemen of the modern age. | They think I'm crazy, the people I tell. They look at me with a half ass averted gaze only to glare into the back of my skull, really leaning into it as I leave. Not only would no one believe what I told them, but they seemed to hate me for it. The closest I got to acceptance was telling a reiki energy healer about the... | Here's to hoping I don't get buried
I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder,“Come!” 2 I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown,and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conq... | |
[WP] War, Famine, Pestilence and Death. Those were Horsemen of the Old Apocalypse. Tell me about Horsemen of the modern age. | Death remains, the eternal constant. Famine clings on too, anaemic nails clawing onto divinity as crop-by-crop, the world moves towards a less hungry world. As does War, though the age grows more peaceful by the transaction. When drones cost so much, and McDonald's so little, obscurity for these two has become inevitab... | Here's to hoping I don't get buried
I watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder,“Come!” 2 I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown,and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conq... | |
[WP] War, Famine, Pestilence and Death. Those were Horsemen of the Old Apocalypse. Tell me about Horsemen of the modern age. | Death remains, the eternal constant. Famine clings on too, anaemic nails clawing onto divinity as crop-by-crop, the world moves towards a less hungry world. As does War, though the age grows more peaceful by the transaction. When drones cost so much, and McDonald's so little, obscurity for these two has become inevitab... | They think I'm crazy, the people I tell. They look at me with a half ass averted gaze only to glare into the back of my skull, really leaning into it as I leave. Not only would no one believe what I told them, but they seemed to hate me for it. The closest I got to acceptance was telling a reiki energy healer about the... | |
[WP] You are a dream that will be forgotten in the morning. | There's a lot to be said for being a dream. You're true and nonsensical, mysterious and realistic all at once. You can be whatever you want to be. I can be a T-Rex or a superhero, a villainous murder or a petty thief, a galaxy to explore or a lost ruin to plunder. Whatever I want to be. I can be all those things at onc... | Another night with our bodies entwined in each other's minds, and I pray the clock doesn't go off before we do. We drift through time and space; and for that brief moment, in between your conscious sleep-walking through life, you can find happiness within yourself.
Another night of writhing passion and I hear the morn... | |
[WP] You are a dream that will be forgotten in the morning. | There's a lot to be said for being a dream. You're true and nonsensical, mysterious and realistic all at once. You can be whatever you want to be. I can be a T-Rex or a superhero, a villainous murder or a petty thief, a galaxy to explore or a lost ruin to plunder. Whatever I want to be. I can be all those things at onc... | 'Hold my hand! Don't leave!', I yelled at him. His hands slipped from mine. I lost him yet again.
Everything is turning dark around me again. How many times has this happened? 2000? 3000? I don't know. I lost count after the first 500. I realised that I meet him only when he dreams. Dreams fade. I fade away everyday.... | |
[WP] You are a scavenger who has lived your entire life in a post apocalyptic wasteland. One day, you stumble onto a bunker and open it. Inside is a friendly looking old woman, who adjusts her reading glasses, brushes the dust off her apron, and says "Oh? Is it safe to go out on the surface now?" | "Is it safe to come out now?"
She smiled at me sweetly, expectantly. Disarmingly.
"No."
That was the last word the dear old grandma would hear, eyes widening in sudden realisation as the heavy butt of my rifle came down on her skull with a satisfying crunch.
"Come on in guys!" I shouted up the ladder. "Just anoth... | It had been three weeks since my last meal.
Her eyes were magnified by her glasses. Thicker than the last coke bottle I drank from a few years ago.
She had a gentle smile inviting, warm.
At this point I think I could eat her and live with the guilt.
I smell lasagna. When was the last time I ate lasagna? I guess ... | |
[WP] You are a scavenger who has lived your entire life in a post apocalyptic wasteland. One day, you stumble onto a bunker and open it. Inside is a friendly looking old woman, who adjusts her reading glasses, brushes the dust off her apron, and says "Oh? Is it safe to go out on the surface now?" | "Is it safe to come out now?"
She smiled at me sweetly, expectantly. Disarmingly.
"No."
That was the last word the dear old grandma would hear, eyes widening in sudden realisation as the heavy butt of my rifle came down on her skull with a satisfying crunch.
"Come on in guys!" I shouted up the ladder. "Just anoth... | It was like staring at flashing neon sign in the days before the power went out and never returned. It had never been darker than that first night, falling asleep to flickering starlight masked by clouds of smoke from the fires that burned for weeks. I'd almost forgotten what the color red looked like and yet there it ... | |
[WP] You are a scavenger who has lived your entire life in a post apocalyptic wasteland. One day, you stumble onto a bunker and open it. Inside is a friendly looking old woman, who adjusts her reading glasses, brushes the dust off her apron, and says "Oh? Is it safe to go out on the surface now?" | *Bunker Time*, I thought to myself as I involuntarily licked my cracked lips. In the distance, amidst the steel-gray clouds of fog, I see a round, metal cap. Its not typically a good idea to look in these because they're usually empty or occupied by some fucker waiting to ambush you.
In the stifling, moist heat of the... | I have been traveling these deserts alone for many decades. During all this time I didn't meet a soul. That was why I was shocked to find a 80-year-old lady sitting in a bunker.
She looked at me. I froze in place, I was expecting to find some weapons here, maybe food, but not another human being.
"Oh? Is it safe to g... | |
Write your story, and put the title that inspired it at the end as a TLDR. | [WP] Use the next irritatingly vague, hyperbolic clickbait headline you come across as the basis for a story. | The customers had emptied out of the most famous restaurants in the world, slowly but surely. The kitchens were all empty now, too.
In Chicago, dust gathered on the stainless steel tables at Alinea. In London, a tumbleweed rolled through the dining room of the Restaurant Gordon Ramsay. How the hell did that get there?... | "Come play for free" a lilting voice indistinguishable from the babbling of the nearby brook, or the birds singing, or the trees rustling in the wind. It was distinct and unmistakable though its origin ubiquitous.
"Oh, no you fecking
fairies. I know better than that shit." The man turn tail to run but tripped on... |
It doesn't even have to be a litteral princess... just the person who is the usual helpless plot device. | [WP] The fair princess - tired of always being the damsel in distress - decides to try her luck as a hero. | Sir Beaufort leant out from behind the cart. The great expanse of the drawbridge lay before him, thirty yards of weathered wood hanging on black chains the width of a man's thigh. At its far end the stone keep waited vigilant. Within it, he would find his prize.
A beastly roar rang out from the bleached haze above him... | "Did you hear about the murder of the royal family last night?"
"They say that one of the generals led a revolt."
"Did anyone survive?"
"The new royal messengers said all of them died, but there were rumors that the prince and princess managed to escape."
The bar was full of people talking about the recent attack o... |
It doesn't even have to be a litteral princess... just the person who is the usual helpless plot device. | [WP] The fair princess - tired of always being the damsel in distress - decides to try her luck as a hero. | Constable Percy locked the last of the brigands in the cell and tucked the keys back into his belt with a satisfying jingle. "'At'll teach you thugs!" he gloated at them as they all lounged sullenly against the wall. "I bet the king'll want to deal with you hisself!" He gestured toward the executioner's ax hanging on t... | "Did you hear about the murder of the royal family last night?"
"They say that one of the generals led a revolt."
"Did anyone survive?"
"The new royal messengers said all of them died, but there were rumors that the prince and princess managed to escape."
The bar was full of people talking about the recent attack o... |
It doesn't even have to be a litteral princess... just the person who is the usual helpless plot device. | [WP] The fair princess - tired of always being the damsel in distress - decides to try her luck as a hero. | "Axxy, I'm bored," Princess Dell exclaimed. "There hasn't been a single rescue attempt in 3 moons, and not even a pissant squire to announce the coming of another prince. You really should have let the last one live. That would have given the others some hope. Your appetite must be rather disturbing to would-be heroes"... | "Did you hear about the murder of the royal family last night?"
"They say that one of the generals led a revolt."
"Did anyone survive?"
"The new royal messengers said all of them died, but there were rumors that the prince and princess managed to escape."
The bar was full of people talking about the recent attack o... |
It doesn't even have to be a litteral princess... just the person who is the usual helpless plot device. | [WP] The fair princess - tired of always being the damsel in distress - decides to try her luck as a hero. | "Axxy, I'm bored," Princess Dell exclaimed. "There hasn't been a single rescue attempt in 3 moons, and not even a pissant squire to announce the coming of another prince. You really should have let the last one live. That would have given the others some hope. Your appetite must be rather disturbing to would-be heroes"... | Sir Beaufort leant out from behind the cart. The great expanse of the drawbridge lay before him, thirty yards of weathered wood hanging on black chains the width of a man's thigh. At its far end the stone keep waited vigilant. Within it, he would find his prize.
A beastly roar rang out from the bleached haze above him... |
It doesn't even have to be a litteral princess... just the person who is the usual helpless plot device. | [WP] The fair princess - tired of always being the damsel in distress - decides to try her luck as a hero. | "Axxy, I'm bored," Princess Dell exclaimed. "There hasn't been a single rescue attempt in 3 moons, and not even a pissant squire to announce the coming of another prince. You really should have let the last one live. That would have given the others some hope. Your appetite must be rather disturbing to would-be heroes"... | Constable Percy locked the last of the brigands in the cell and tucked the keys back into his belt with a satisfying jingle. "'At'll teach you thugs!" he gloated at them as they all lounged sullenly against the wall. "I bet the king'll want to deal with you hisself!" He gestured toward the executioner's ax hanging on t... |
[WP] After a successful grassroots campaign "DIY Medicine" is fully legalized as an alternate healthcare system. All types of medication, and even surgical tools and equipment are now available for anyone to purchase over the counter. | “Are you sure about this?” Kevin asked. Jeffery stood over him with two pairs of glimmering, surgical instruments; he hovered directly over Kevin’s abdomen where his grudging patient had been experiencing pain. Kevin had been certain the pain was nothing to be worried over; something bad in the water, maybe something h... | Dear diary, going to go to town on the opium and have some crazy robert frost dreams..... Will get back to you soon.
Ok, so what I thought was a few days, Diary. Would you believe Ive been sitting around the house for 8 months? If not for my supportive girlfriend I would have starved to death but fortunately I did no... | |
Just to clarify how the message works, the future that sends it back never received it themselves and hope that whoever receives it can use it to protect themselves. the changes to the timeline aren't instantaneous i.e. send the message, history changes instantly, and as a result the message sent back to change history... | [WP] For the past century or so, every year on January 1st, humanity has received a broadcast from another version of itself 1 year in the future giving global advice, warnings, or random information. The year, the contents of the message are... distressing | The Ball had dropped. The new year had been rung in!
Me and my honey cozied up on the couch under a blanket and turned on the TV. It was time for the greatest New Year's tradition in the world!
We tuned into *ABC's Annual Next Year In Review, Live from the Future!*
Of course it was live! The ones sending it back mad... | "It is... Too late for us..."
We watched the message in a collective silence. They'd been grim a few times but never liked this. Usually it was one lone desperate scientist. Occasionally a few... This looked like the whole city had come to record it.
"Around June of this year things change. It's subtle. It seemed har... |
[WP] A medieval knight is cursed and transported to the present day. Coincidentally he lands at a modern renaissance fair. | I awoke still hearing the curse of the sorcerer Tonak in my ear. "Now go thee to a world of pain and misery. You shall wander in misery, an ignorant man in a desert of existence devoid of God's grace and beauty!" and then the trailing cackle of his voice.
But there was no pain, in fact, nothing much had changed. I wa... | “HOLY SHIT!” Justin shrieked as a sudden flash erupted from across the tree he was relieving himself on.
Zipping up his pants in quick jerky movements, Justin slowly peeked out from the tree.
It was a man, a man who, from Justin’s perspective had drank far too much ‘faerie’ mead to move. *Well that’s just great, an... | |
[WP] A medieval knight is cursed and transported to the present day. Coincidentally he lands at a modern renaissance fair. | "Awesome sword, dude!"
Paul - Sir Paul, if one wanted to be formal, but, truth to be told, he rarely saw the point - turned briskly, looking at the villager who addressed him. Yeah, a villager, no doubt: that ridiculous thing that he wore was clearly *meant* to look like an armor of some sort, but not even the most g... | “HOLY SHIT!” Justin shrieked as a sudden flash erupted from across the tree he was relieving himself on.
Zipping up his pants in quick jerky movements, Justin slowly peeked out from the tree.
It was a man, a man who, from Justin’s perspective had drank far too much ‘faerie’ mead to move. *Well that’s just great, an... | |
[WP] A medieval knight is cursed and transported to the present day. Coincidentally he lands at a modern renaissance fair. | "Awesome sword, dude!"
Paul - Sir Paul, if one wanted to be formal, but, truth to be told, he rarely saw the point - turned briskly, looking at the villager who addressed him. Yeah, a villager, no doubt: that ridiculous thing that he wore was clearly *meant* to look like an armor of some sort, but not even the most g... | Sir Everard raised his sword high over the wrinkled crone. She begged and pleaded for her life, promising him riches and jewels and vigor. But Sir Everard was not the sort of man to be swayed by such petty concerns; he was a man of God. His blessed armor had protected him from every hex and temptation the old witch cou... | |
[WP] A medieval knight is cursed and transported to the present day. Coincidentally he lands at a modern renaissance fair. | The air shimmered before his eyes as he saw the vile wizard mouth the last words of the spell. His eyes went black and the thoughts disappeared from his mind. He floated through the inky darkness as the air around him grew hotter. He awoke to a foul stench and light streaming in from above.
The knight, groggy from h... | Sir Everard raised his sword high over the wrinkled crone. She begged and pleaded for her life, promising him riches and jewels and vigor. But Sir Everard was not the sort of man to be swayed by such petty concerns; he was a man of God. His blessed armor had protected him from every hex and temptation the old witch cou... |
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