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	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	Their writing's improving, I notice, with dread. They're refining their talent, All I see is red. &nbsp; I cannot allow it, no, this cannot be. I can't have these writers writing better than me! &nbsp; But how can I stop them? Oh aye, there's the rub. The prompts, they keep coming... Ah. Yes. Make ...	I worked to become a writer. Really worked. I worked underground in a coal mine, on a fishing boat, in a slaughterhouse. The kind of labours that makes a man question meaning in life. And it's not because you watch men ripped and torn and crushed, though that does happen, but because you feel so small among it. As me...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	"/u/SubparNeutranBoi2005 Batman ate the choclate milk because it was chunky. He say "ew", then he get nutella. The nutella become red with devil horns and me tactical nuke form cod." "/u/BunnehBunniBonnie Batman punch purple guy intheface cause he mean. Purple guy say he is devil and go in time to kill batman ...	I have no talent. My imagination and intellect are limited to memes and whatever pop culture references. In my small fantasy world, my words are profound and packed with multiple levels of humor and philosophical meaning. I have selected three of the most incredible words in literary history. I will create a prompt wh...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	"/u/SubparNeutranBoi2005 Batman ate the choclate milk because it was chunky. He say "ew", then he get nutella. The nutella become red with devil horns and me tactical nuke form cod." "/u/BunnehBunniBonnie Batman punch purple guy intheface cause he mean. Purple guy say he is devil and go in time to kill batman ...	I never meant for it to escalate this much. It was simple at first, posting variations on the same prompt every few months under various alts, and reaping in the karma. I expected the flow of karma to slowly come to a stop like the rest of my half baked prompt templates, but this one was different. It kept making me mo...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	It’s almost more fun this way. While everyone is finely tuning their epic sagas of Mages and Wizards. While every prompt just yearns for another parallel universe, embattled superheroes fighting historical evils. There exists a realm of opportunity, you just have to actually dig. A community is like any other vastly la...	I sat back from screen and smiled. With each day of my subterfuge the entire forum had become more bland, more insipid, more ludicrous and ephemeral. The first three pages were entirely stories like Batman going back in time to fight Lucifer, the father of all crime, all with slight variations on how far back he'd go, ...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	"/u/SubparNeutranBoi2005 Batman ate the choclate milk because it was chunky. He say "ew", then he get nutella. The nutella become red with devil horns and me tactical nuke form cod." "/u/BunnehBunniBonnie Batman punch purple guy intheface cause he mean. Purple guy say he is devil and go in time to kill batman ...	I sat back from screen and smiled. With each day of my subterfuge the entire forum had become more bland, more insipid, more ludicrous and ephemeral. The first three pages were entirely stories like Batman going back in time to fight Lucifer, the father of all crime, all with slight variations on how far back he'd go, ...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	From now on, we are enemies, you and I. All I ever wanted out of life was to celebrate Mod with my writing. My family never understood why I felt that the path to Mod was filled with writing, but I saw how it truly was. I spent my formative years writing stories on any paper that was given to me. When I was 18, I tra...	I sat back from screen and smiled. With each day of my subterfuge the entire forum had become more bland, more insipid, more ludicrous and ephemeral. The first three pages were entirely stories like Batman going back in time to fight Lucifer, the father of all crime, all with slight variations on how far back he'd go, ...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	They’re onto me. I woke up this morning and saw this: [**[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time ...	I sat back from screen and smiled. With each day of my subterfuge the entire forum had become more bland, more insipid, more ludicrous and ephemeral. The first three pages were entirely stories like Batman going back in time to fight Lucifer, the father of all crime, all with slight variations on how far back he'd go, ...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	Their writing's improving, I notice, with dread. They're refining their talent, All I see is red. &nbsp; I cannot allow it, no, this cannot be. I can't have these writers writing better than me! &nbsp; But how can I stop them? Oh aye, there's the rub. The prompts, they keep coming... Ah. Yes. Make ...	I sat back from screen and smiled. With each day of my subterfuge the entire forum had become more bland, more insipid, more ludicrous and ephemeral. The first three pages were entirely stories like Batman going back in time to fight Lucifer, the father of all crime, all with slight variations on how far back he'd go, ...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	"/u/SubparNeutranBoi2005 Batman ate the choclate milk because it was chunky. He say "ew", then he get nutella. The nutella become red with devil horns and me tactical nuke form cod." "/u/BunnehBunniBonnie Batman punch purple guy intheface cause he mean. Purple guy say he is devil and go in time to kill batman ...	My work will usher in a new literary age. My mom and my best friend who I gave my manuscript to in math class both agreed my first-person stream of consciousness about a creature that gained sentience at the beginning of time was riveting. Some others I've showed it to used words like "baffling," "pretentious" and unre...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	They’re onto me. I woke up this morning and saw this: [**[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time ...	My work will usher in a new literary age. My mom and my best friend who I gave my manuscript to in math class both agreed my first-person stream of consciousness about a creature that gained sentience at the beginning of time was riveting. Some others I've showed it to used words like "baffling," "pretentious" and unre...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	Their writing's improving, I notice, with dread. They're refining their talent, All I see is red. &nbsp; I cannot allow it, no, this cannot be. I can't have these writers writing better than me! &nbsp; But how can I stop them? Oh aye, there's the rub. The prompts, they keep coming... Ah. Yes. Make ...	My work will usher in a new literary age. My mom and my best friend who I gave my manuscript to in math class both agreed my first-person stream of consciousness about a creature that gained sentience at the beginning of time was riveting. Some others I've showed it to used words like "baffling," "pretentious" and unre...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	"/u/SubparNeutranBoi2005 Batman ate the choclate milk because it was chunky. He say "ew", then he get nutella. The nutella become red with devil horns and me tactical nuke form cod." "/u/BunnehBunniBonnie Batman punch purple guy intheface cause he mean. Purple guy say he is devil and go in time to kill batman ...	They were all spineless nothings. A product of the digital world around them. Products of the Internet itself, if you could even imagine that the depths of it could actually produce something! Suburban teens and twenty-somethings that had barely stepped out their front doors, let alone had an original thought. This was...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	They’re onto me. I woke up this morning and saw this: [**[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time ...	They were all spineless nothings. A product of the digital world around them. Products of the Internet itself, if you could even imagine that the depths of it could actually produce something! Suburban teens and twenty-somethings that had barely stepped out their front doors, let alone had an original thought. This was...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	From now on, we are enemies, you and I. All I ever wanted out of life was to celebrate Mod with my writing. My family never understood why I felt that the path to Mod was filled with writing, but I saw how it truly was. I spent my formative years writing stories on any paper that was given to me. When I was 18, I tra...	It’s almost more fun this way. While everyone is finely tuning their epic sagas of Mages and Wizards. While every prompt just yearns for another parallel universe, embattled superheroes fighting historical evils. There exists a realm of opportunity, you just have to actually dig. A community is like any other vastly la...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	They’re onto me. I woke up this morning and saw this: [**[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time ...	It’s almost more fun this way. While everyone is finely tuning their epic sagas of Mages and Wizards. While every prompt just yearns for another parallel universe, embattled superheroes fighting historical evils. There exists a realm of opportunity, you just have to actually dig. A community is like any other vastly la...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	Their writing's improving, I notice, with dread. They're refining their talent, All I see is red. &nbsp; I cannot allow it, no, this cannot be. I can't have these writers writing better than me! &nbsp; But how can I stop them? Oh aye, there's the rub. The prompts, they keep coming... Ah. Yes. Make ...	It’s almost more fun this way. While everyone is finely tuning their epic sagas of Mages and Wizards. While every prompt just yearns for another parallel universe, embattled superheroes fighting historical evils. There exists a realm of opportunity, you just have to actually dig. A community is like any other vastly la...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	They’re onto me. I woke up this morning and saw this: [**[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time ...	From now on, we are enemies, you and I. All I ever wanted out of life was to celebrate Mod with my writing. My family never understood why I felt that the path to Mod was filled with writing, but I saw how it truly was. I spent my formative years writing stories on any paper that was given to me. When I was 18, I tra...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	Their writing's improving, I notice, with dread. They're refining their talent, All I see is red. &nbsp; I cannot allow it, no, this cannot be. I can't have these writers writing better than me! &nbsp; But how can I stop them? Oh aye, there's the rub. The prompts, they keep coming... Ah. Yes. Make ...	From now on, we are enemies, you and I. All I ever wanted out of life was to celebrate Mod with my writing. My family never understood why I felt that the path to Mod was filled with writing, but I saw how it truly was. I spent my formative years writing stories on any paper that was given to me. When I was 18, I tra...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	They’re onto me. I woke up this morning and saw this: [**[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time ...	I, Batman, have seen too much. With a heart in pieces like the ruins of Gotham I activated my time machine. Powered by the sacrificed soul of the Joker, it hurled me back to before this madness, to when I still had time...but the Joker's madness cast me back too far! I found myself standing on a cloud, being yelled at ...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	Their writing's improving, I notice, with dread. They're refining their talent, All I see is red. &nbsp; I cannot allow it, no, this cannot be. I can't have these writers writing better than me! &nbsp; But how can I stop them? Oh aye, there's the rub. The prompts, they keep coming... Ah. Yes. Make ...	I, Batman, have seen too much. With a heart in pieces like the ruins of Gotham I activated my time machine. Powered by the sacrificed soul of the Joker, it hurled me back to before this madness, to when I still had time...but the Joker's madness cast me back too far! I found myself standing on a cloud, being yelled at ...
	[WP] You were first exposed to r/WritingPrompts when it became a default subreddit. Infuriated by its potential to develop young writers who could compete with yourself, you set out to sabotage it by submitting endless prompts about Batman, the Devil, and Time Travel.	Their writing's improving, I notice, with dread. They're refining their talent, All I see is red. &nbsp; I cannot allow it, no, this cannot be. I can't have these writers writing better than me! &nbsp; But how can I stop them? Oh aye, there's the rub. The prompts, they keep coming... Ah. Yes. Make ...	I checked my submissions tab. The scores were low, only one of them had a response, and it was really low effort. "They're onto me, this isn't working..." I did some research, calculated the statistics of how successful each kind of prompt was. The decision was made, I readied my keyboard and typed the Meta-Prompt. ...
I will try and answer to every response with my personal rating and (if necessary) constructive criticism.	[WP] Make me sympathize with the executioner.	A man once told me that he who passes sentence should swing the sword. The words have stayed with me ever since. It's stupid of me; I knew who said them and his eventual fate long before I ever met the man in the flesh. Ah, who cares? Certainly not a civvie like you. I'd be able to hear your cry of BULLSHIT from ...	The faces haunt his mind. Faces of the guilty, faces of the innocent but one stands out in his mind. A fresh pale face of a child who's smile drowns out all other distractions. She was hungry but not fed, she was willing to learn but not able now she is fed and literate. The faces haunt him but famine and poverty ha...
I will try and answer to every response with my personal rating and (if necessary) constructive criticism.	[WP] Make me sympathize with the executioner.	The death penalty? I abhor it. So why is it me that pulls the lever? Simple: I'm the only one with the stomach for it. I never follow their case, I never second-guess the decision. By the time they get to me, their case is long past revision. The least I can, I do; I look them in the eye as the light fades. But n...	He's long since stopped caring. Does it matter what they did? All men are evil. Does it matter what they say? All men lie. The sword is large. Ripples of burnished steel, laid over and over eachother. It's beautiful, and is the crowd roars, the sun glints off its blade. The king is making a speech, the queen and hi...
I will try and answer to every response with my personal rating and (if necessary) constructive criticism.	[WP] Make me sympathize with the executioner.	The death penalty? I abhor it. So why is it me that pulls the lever? Simple: I'm the only one with the stomach for it. I never follow their case, I never second-guess the decision. By the time they get to me, their case is long past revision. The least I can, I do; I look them in the eye as the light fades. But n...	I looked down at the accused, the convicted, the damned. Zachary Woods. His crime was heinous. Murdered his own sister and attempted to kill his parents before his father stopped him. Even now you could see the madness burning in his eyes. He fights his restraints, spits curses against God. I raise the axe and bring i...
I want to see what you guys can do with a nonsensical prompt. I believe in you.	[WP] How many shoes?	Her flowers, white roses that matched her dress, felt to the ground. Her hands, covered in mud, hid the tears that moments ago left her face. Her lips, speechless, carried his scent. Her womb, his child. Other people, inside stores, seemed much happier. She looked at herself, smiled, and entered one of those bus...	Another day of grey skies, broken by lancing shafts of sunlight. The garden was doing much better this year; there had been little snow this summer, only a dusting, and she'd rescued the tomatoes before they'd been nipped by the frost. On good days like this she could sometimes shrug off her layers of coats and feel ...
	[WP] You are a medic on the frontlines in time of war. You are alone and have your guard down when an enemy combatant approaches you, injured, and pleads weakly for help.	I remember that it hurt. Watching my brother breathe his last breath hurt. I've seen people die before. That was hardly a new experience for me. But I've never held the hand of someone I loved as their body went cold. As they looked into my eyes begging for help. The rage that filled me was incomparable to any wave o...	Wave after wave we throw at the new Folsom prison planet. I watch my brothers die and still I use my laser scalpel. I can not stop their deaths, only delay them. Tosh was supposed to be here already. He was supposed to bring prisoners with dominion hardware. He does nothing. He is sick, and in more ways than one. He wa...
	[WP] You are a medic on the frontlines in time of war. You are alone and have your guard down when an enemy combatant approaches you, injured, and pleads weakly for help.	Ignore it. It's not real. He's not real. Maybe none of this is real... Check your vitals, cause that's what you do. You're fine, keep walking. "Please... please help me, for fuck sake!" Don't turn around. Splash some water on your face. Aahhh, that's just what you needed. "I know you see me! I kno...	Wave after wave we throw at the new Folsom prison planet. I watch my brothers die and still I use my laser scalpel. I can not stop their deaths, only delay them. Tosh was supposed to be here already. He was supposed to bring prisoners with dominion hardware. He does nothing. He is sick, and in more ways than one. He wa...
	[WP] You are a medic on the frontlines in time of war. You are alone and have your guard down when an enemy combatant approaches you, injured, and pleads weakly for help.	I heard the hissing sound behind me and immediately whirled around, with arms crossed over my torso defensively, still clutching an empty hypo with trembling hands. My empty pistol lay in the mud of the trench, useless and forgotten. I began to prepare myself for hand-to-hand combat (that I would no doubt lose), but a ...	Wave after wave we throw at the new Folsom prison planet. I watch my brothers die and still I use my laser scalpel. I can not stop their deaths, only delay them. Tosh was supposed to be here already. He was supposed to bring prisoners with dominion hardware. He does nothing. He is sick, and in more ways than one. He wa...
	[WP] You are a medic on the frontlines in time of war. You are alone and have your guard down when an enemy combatant approaches you, injured, and pleads weakly for help.	Ignore it. It's not real. He's not real. Maybe none of this is real... Check your vitals, cause that's what you do. You're fine, keep walking. "Please... please help me, for fuck sake!" Don't turn around. Splash some water on your face. Aahhh, that's just what you needed. "I know you see me! I kno...	He'd had the soldiers set up his infirmary inside a large bank vault on the outskirts of the city. As the battle had raged on it slowly filled with wounded soldiers, and then it had emptied as the wounded died or fell back against the enemy advance. They were losing. Those who couldn't move needed someone to stay and...
	[WP] You are a medic on the frontlines in time of war. You are alone and have your guard down when an enemy combatant approaches you, injured, and pleads weakly for help.	Ignore it. It's not real. He's not real. Maybe none of this is real... Check your vitals, cause that's what you do. You're fine, keep walking. "Please... please help me, for fuck sake!" Don't turn around. Splash some water on your face. Aahhh, that's just what you needed. "I know you see me! I kno...	Why must it always come to this? In training, they always claimed the enemy would be coming down upon us mercilessly, and there were always the videos. "Atrocities!" The commanding officer would raise his voice to us. "Murder! The enemy is fearless, and he takes no prisoners! You will either be upon his bayonet or him...
	[WP] You are a medic on the frontlines in time of war. You are alone and have your guard down when an enemy combatant approaches you, injured, and pleads weakly for help.	Ignore it. It's not real. He's not real. Maybe none of this is real... Check your vitals, cause that's what you do. You're fine, keep walking. "Please... please help me, for fuck sake!" Don't turn around. Splash some water on your face. Aahhh, that's just what you needed. "I know you see me! I kno...	I am not sure if this really fits the prompt, feel free to delete it if doesn't. This is my first post to this subreddit. Enjoy. Day in, day out, it is the same old shit. I honestly, don’t know why people decided to inhabit this God-forsaken country. Daily temperature in the 120s, fine dust (made of sand and ...
	[WP] You are a medic on the frontlines in time of war. You are alone and have your guard down when an enemy combatant approaches you, injured, and pleads weakly for help.	Ignore it. It's not real. He's not real. Maybe none of this is real... Check your vitals, cause that's what you do. You're fine, keep walking. "Please... please help me, for fuck sake!" Don't turn around. Splash some water on your face. Aahhh, that's just what you needed. "I know you see me! I kno...	"Officer Kid, you want to tell me why you were helping the enemy soldier? Are you sure your loyalty belongs to your own country?" Said the Major. "Sir....I am 100% loya.." I said...panicking. "Look here kid, we are gonna have you narrate what happened there....we need to know how loyal you are to your home country.. ...
	[WP] You are a medic on the frontlines in time of war. You are alone and have your guard down when an enemy combatant approaches you, injured, and pleads weakly for help.	I heard the hissing sound behind me and immediately whirled around, with arms crossed over my torso defensively, still clutching an empty hypo with trembling hands. My empty pistol lay in the mud of the trench, useless and forgotten. I began to prepare myself for hand-to-hand combat (that I would no doubt lose), but a ...	I remember that it hurt. Watching my brother breathe his last breath hurt. I've seen people die before. That was hardly a new experience for me. But I've never held the hand of someone I loved as their body went cold. As they looked into my eyes begging for help. The rage that filled me was incomparable to any wave o...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	I looked at the small, tearful funeral taking place before me. They weren't supposed to find me. I was supposed to be one of those missing girls you'd see on a poster. Nobody was supposed to know. There wasn't supposed to be a funeral. They shouldn't have been able to find me. I made sure I did everything right. ...	Late again. "Come on, come on," I screamed at the stop light. Would the thing ever change? Finally it went green---right as a couple was having a 'moment' in front of my car. Get a room, people are trying to drive here! I grabbed my cellphone, was there still no reception? Still none! I shook my fist, as if to h...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	I think that it was my funeral a day before my birthday. The timing could've been better. I'd considered calling in, pretending to be some sort of agent, pushing the date further away. Or simply say 'hey, this is the guy who was blown to shit the other day, I don't really want to go to my funeral just yet, thank yo...	Late again. "Come on, come on," I screamed at the stop light. Would the thing ever change? Finally it went green---right as a couple was having a 'moment' in front of my car. Get a room, people are trying to drive here! I grabbed my cellphone, was there still no reception? Still none! I shook my fist, as if to h...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	When I disappeared last month, the only person who knew was my assistant. I couldn’t tell my wife or my children why, they would never understand. If I told them why I had to do it, I would put them in danger. I love my family, I couldn’t put them through that. So I disappeared. I faked my own death. Heath, my assist...	Late again. "Come on, come on," I screamed at the stop light. Would the thing ever change? Finally it went green---right as a couple was having a 'moment' in front of my car. Get a room, people are trying to drive here! I grabbed my cellphone, was there still no reception? Still none! I shook my fist, as if to h...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	I think that it was my funeral a day before my birthday. The timing could've been better. I'd considered calling in, pretending to be some sort of agent, pushing the date further away. Or simply say 'hey, this is the guy who was blown to shit the other day, I don't really want to go to my funeral just yet, thank yo...	This is some serious bullshit. A closed casket you gotta be fucking kidding me. Look I get it, what that shotgun did to my face my not make me the most aesthetically pleasing individual but you couldn't even open it a crack. I was yelling at a crowd full of people from the alter. My extended family, my coworkers. All o...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	When I disappeared last month, the only person who knew was my assistant. I couldn’t tell my wife or my children why, they would never understand. If I told them why I had to do it, I would put them in danger. I love my family, I couldn’t put them through that. So I disappeared. I faked my own death. Heath, my assist...	This is some serious bullshit. A closed casket you gotta be fucking kidding me. Look I get it, what that shotgun did to my face my not make me the most aesthetically pleasing individual but you couldn't even open it a crack. I was yelling at a crowd full of people from the alter. My extended family, my coworkers. All o...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	"That's the last one", I said, as I stamped the scarlet seal. "Lets send it out" "Are you sure about this?" June, my best friend still stood by me after all this... trouble. She never left my side and to think that she will spend her remaining years without me by her side crushed my soul once again. Arranging your o...	This is some serious bullshit. A closed casket you gotta be fucking kidding me. Look I get it, what that shotgun did to my face my not make me the most aesthetically pleasing individual but you couldn't even open it a crack. I was yelling at a crowd full of people from the alter. My extended family, my coworkers. All o...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	When I disappeared last month, the only person who knew was my assistant. I couldn’t tell my wife or my children why, they would never understand. If I told them why I had to do it, I would put them in danger. I love my family, I couldn’t put them through that. So I disappeared. I faked my own death. Heath, my assist...	I looked at the small, tearful funeral taking place before me. They weren't supposed to find me. I was supposed to be one of those missing girls you'd see on a poster. Nobody was supposed to know. There wasn't supposed to be a funeral. They shouldn't have been able to find me. I made sure I did everything right. ...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	When I disappeared last month, the only person who knew was my assistant. I couldn’t tell my wife or my children why, they would never understand. If I told them why I had to do it, I would put them in danger. I love my family, I couldn’t put them through that. So I disappeared. I faked my own death. Heath, my assist...	I think that it was my funeral a day before my birthday. The timing could've been better. I'd considered calling in, pretending to be some sort of agent, pushing the date further away. Or simply say 'hey, this is the guy who was blown to shit the other day, I don't really want to go to my funeral just yet, thank yo...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	Cold silence and black covers Warm love and veiled lovers Where am I, amongst the flowers? Buried deep beneath the soil Blanketed and warmed in memorial	It was as somber for me as it was for my family. They thought I was gone forever, and each tear they shed added to the weight of my guilt. Most people acted as I would expect them too, my father was stoic while my mother could barely stay standing. In a twisted way it was tragically heartwarming to see how much these p...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	When I disappeared last month, the only person who knew was my assistant. I couldn’t tell my wife or my children why, they would never understand. If I told them why I had to do it, I would put them in danger. I love my family, I couldn’t put them through that. So I disappeared. I faked my own death. Heath, my assist...	It was as somber for me as it was for my family. They thought I was gone forever, and each tear they shed added to the weight of my guilt. Most people acted as I would expect them too, my father was stoic while my mother could barely stay standing. In a twisted way it was tragically heartwarming to see how much these p...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	Howard glanced down at the watch on his wrist. The little hand lay a few notches past the eight, while the bigger hand rest directly over the six. He had missed the 8:24am express bus by two minutes, instead catching the 8:33am local. This unfortunate delay meant that he would not be able to stop off for coffee on his ...	It was as somber for me as it was for my family. They thought I was gone forever, and each tear they shed added to the weight of my guilt. Most people acted as I would expect them too, my father was stoic while my mother could barely stay standing. In a twisted way it was tragically heartwarming to see how much these p...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	"That's the last one", I said, as I stamped the scarlet seal. "Lets send it out" "Are you sure about this?" June, my best friend still stood by me after all this... trouble. She never left my side and to think that she will spend her remaining years without me by her side crushed my soul once again. Arranging your o...	It was as somber for me as it was for my family. They thought I was gone forever, and each tear they shed added to the weight of my guilt. Most people acted as I would expect them too, my father was stoic while my mother could barely stay standing. In a twisted way it was tragically heartwarming to see how much these p...
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	Howard glanced down at the watch on his wrist. The little hand lay a few notches past the eight, while the bigger hand rest directly over the six. He had missed the 8:24am express bus by two minutes, instead catching the 8:33am local. This unfortunate delay meant that he would not be able to stop off for coffee on his ...	Cold silence and black covers Warm love and veiled lovers Where am I, amongst the flowers? Buried deep beneath the soil Blanketed and warmed in memorial
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	"That's the last one", I said, as I stamped the scarlet seal. "Lets send it out" "Are you sure about this?" June, my best friend still stood by me after all this... trouble. She never left my side and to think that she will spend her remaining years without me by her side crushed my soul once again. Arranging your o...	Cold silence and black covers Warm love and veiled lovers Where am I, amongst the flowers? Buried deep beneath the soil Blanketed and warmed in memorial
	[WP] You attend your own funeral	"That's the last one", I said, as I stamped the scarlet seal. "Lets send it out" "Are you sure about this?" June, my best friend still stood by me after all this... trouble. She never left my side and to think that she will spend her remaining years without me by her side crushed my soul once again. Arranging your o...	Howard glanced down at the watch on his wrist. The little hand lay a few notches past the eight, while the bigger hand rest directly over the six. He had missed the 8:24am express bus by two minutes, instead catching the 8:33am local. This unfortunate delay meant that he would not be able to stop off for coffee on his ...
	[WP] Whenever any person dies, an unmoveable monument appears where they died for 100 days.	The Wildflower Hospital -- the biggest hospital in Thunder Bay -- was named so because more people died here than anywhere else. The hospital had been painted by a sheet of wildflowers (nobody knew where they came from, how they grew) that held the color of souls (but everybody knew why they grew). There are smaller...	Jeff’s hands had gone numb hours ago. His wrists, having rubbing themselves against the metal of the handcuffs, had become raw, bleeding slightly onto the white sheets of the bed. His throat, parched from screaming, ached for the cooling relief from the kiss of a cool glass of water. It hadn’t rightfully occurred to hi...
	[WP] Whenever any person dies, an unmoveable monument appears where they died for 100 days.	We'd existed in the background for so long, hiding from 'normal' people because they hated us so. Jack had told me that in ancient times people like us were accepted as something normal, even something to be celebrated. But somewhere along the journey to where humanity was now, society had lost its way. It had brande...	Brian Johnson had spent his last ten years searching for a place to die. At the age of 87, he had lived a good life in fame. In his glory years he had won an Oscar for best male actor, and he was still occasionally invited to talk shows. His spotless reputation was everything for him. He even left his wife without thin...
	[WP] Whenever any person dies, an unmoveable monument appears where they died for 100 days.	I hit another one on my way to work. They're the worst on the roads, when you're trying to get somewhere and there's a choke point where you have to move into another lane. All the markers left by someone's car accident. In Michigan we used to have the joke that there are two seasons, winter and construction. Now there...	Brian Johnson had spent his last ten years searching for a place to die. At the age of 87, he had lived a good life in fame. In his glory years he had won an Oscar for best male actor, and he was still occasionally invited to talk shows. His spotless reputation was everything for him. He even left his wife without thin...
	[WP]: Gradually, you have become aware of the true nature of your existence: you are a video game NPC. Eventually, you encounter the game's protagonist, and your status changes.	I own a shop in Viridian City. It isn't much of a city, only a handful of pretty small buildings, but we're subsidised by the Pokemon League Gym Crawl trainers, so it's not like I'm struggling for business. I've decided to send out my boy down Route 1 to give a free sample of our traditional, original recipe potion for...	So... Where do I begin. Unlike most of the other npc's in games I get to live in a city. I only know about other npc's because of some weird contraption called "steam". It links all of our games together and make my existence much less lonely. When he finally closes the game I might pop over to farming simulator so I...
	[WP] a story in which the protagonist (and reader) doesn't realize until the end that they are the "bad guy"	"Are you okay?" I walk towards a girl, lying on the road. She looks homeless, a small mat put before her for coins. "What do ya think?" the girl suddenly snarls at me, getting up to look me directly in the eye. "I'm fine so get moving and stop acting kind." "U-uh. Alright," I answer. I sigh and drop $20 bucks onto th...	Does something I wrote some time ago on Deviantart count? Not too sure about that, but here it is anyway. [Beginning of the End]( http://mrtripl3m.deviantart.com/art/Beginning-of-the-End-521054019 )
	[WP] a story in which the protagonist (and reader) doesn't realize until the end that they are the "bad guy"	I slid the top of my hand across my forehead once more to wipe off the accumulating sweat. This heat is just becoming unbearable, it's barely even March. I hastily rolled down the window of the '74 Pinto, and readjusted myself back in the gray leather seat. How can she spend so much time in there? Whenever I go shopp...	Does something I wrote some time ago on Deviantart count? Not too sure about that, but here it is anyway. [Beginning of the End]( http://mrtripl3m.deviantart.com/art/Beginning-of-the-End-521054019 )
	[WP] a story in which the protagonist (and reader) doesn't realize until the end that they are the "bad guy"	When my sister was 11, she was a huge bully. My parents would fawn over her, she'd get the best coloring books and they let her play with all my toys, no matter what I said, even though she was older than me! In all my classes, the older siblings had to do what the younger sibilings wanted, not the other way around. It...	She didn't want to go on the trip, but he knew she would love the experience. It took him years, but he finally convinced her to go on the journey of a lifetime with him. They were about to begin their flight, and she was starting to have second-thoughts. She was afraid of heights. He wanted to share this experience ...
	[WP] a story in which the protagonist (and reader) doesn't realize until the end that they are the "bad guy"	When my sister was 11, she was a huge bully. My parents would fawn over her, she'd get the best coloring books and they let her play with all my toys, no matter what I said, even though she was older than me! In all my classes, the older siblings had to do what the younger sibilings wanted, not the other way around. It...	The power of propaganda is strong. You can see it in the small nation of Baroslavia. News reports show life there. It's a stinking pile of rot, and yet the people think its the best thing ever. They think we're the shithole. Today's going to be the last day of that. I've been sent in by the president himself to rem...
	[WP] The monster under your bed is really a good guy.	Christina awoke suddenly. She heard the splintering sound of the front door, and grabbed Morris, her teddy bear in pure, abject fear. Mommy had opened her bedroom door and ran to her bed. "Christina, put your desk chair against the door and don't leave until I come back, whatever you do!" She nodded and started to ...	An angel hides under my bed, To hear the words I leave unsaid. When I cry, when I shout, When I scream, she comes out, To promise me, soon, I'll be dead.
	[WP] The monster under your bed is really a good guy.	Every night I try to help her, sometimes I think of her as a child of my own. She is the closest I have ever had to a child. She can never sleep at night so when she goes to bed I always try to comfort her with a gentle pat, I know that always makes me feel better. But it doesn't ever help she always just jumps into he...	An angel hides under my bed, To hear the words I leave unsaid. When I cry, when I shout, When I scream, she comes out, To promise me, soon, I'll be dead.
	[WP] The monster under your bed is really a good guy.	I feel the bedroom walls behind me, its coldness seeping into my skin, soothing the soreness of my back. The screams and yells have subsided, the tears have stopped flowing, the arms have stopped hitting. All is calm once more, and the night has begun to prepare for the day to come. It was almost a routine, a cycle, ...	An angel hides under my bed, To hear the words I leave unsaid. When I cry, when I shout, When I scream, she comes out, To promise me, soon, I'll be dead.
	[WP] The monster under your bed is really a good guy.	"Tolstoy huh? Yeah, had to read that book too. It's kind of a bitch." A deep, rumbling voice came from behind my back. "Wurrgh?" This is as close an approximation of the sound I made that I can think of. I twisting, shadowy figure with glowing red eyes and sharp teeth looked at me. "Oh yeah, umm. Hi, I'm Steve. I'm ...	An angel hides under my bed, To hear the words I leave unsaid. When I cry, when I shout, When I scream, she comes out, To promise me, soon, I'll be dead.
	[WP] The monster under your bed is really a good guy.	Christina awoke suddenly. She heard the splintering sound of the front door, and grabbed Morris, her teddy bear in pure, abject fear. Mommy had opened her bedroom door and ran to her bed. "Christina, put your desk chair against the door and don't leave until I come back, whatever you do!" She nodded and started to ...	My name is Sayid. I'm 23 years old and I'm utterly afraid of the dark. Before you hold any judgement, please, let me tell you what my life has been like lately. I work at a cafe during the days- I am the best employee they have, working almost every day of the week and I never complain about coming in early or staying ...
	[WP] The monster under your bed is really a good guy.	Every night I try to help her, sometimes I think of her as a child of my own. She is the closest I have ever had to a child. She can never sleep at night so when she goes to bed I always try to comfort her with a gentle pat, I know that always makes me feel better. But it doesn't ever help she always just jumps into he...	My name is Sayid. I'm 23 years old and I'm utterly afraid of the dark. Before you hold any judgement, please, let me tell you what my life has been like lately. I work at a cafe during the days- I am the best employee they have, working almost every day of the week and I never complain about coming in early or staying ...
The disappearance is painless and instantaneous, and there is no explanation. How would this affect interpersonal relationships? For reference, the population drop happens pretty fast. After a week, 50% of people are gone. After a month, only 4% of all people are left. After 6 months, there are less than 100 peopl...	[WP] Every night, at 3:30 AM, exactly 10% of the worlds population permanently and inexplicably disappears, leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes. What would you do, or how would society deal with this?	The first month was complete chaos. Governments around the world vainly attempted to keep their citizen under control. Churches were stormed millions seeked answers. On the second of June 2014, approximately 700 million vanished into thin air, leaving only the clothes they wore behind, neatly folded in a pile. Cars c...	"We are the last of the human race, the impure have been taken from us. Only the exalted live as the impure are taken from us by the god above. It started everywhere, in the middle of the night people vanished because of their sins. Join me in worshipping the great cleanse, the creator above has left the world to us to...
The disappearance is painless and instantaneous, and there is no explanation. How would this affect interpersonal relationships? For reference, the population drop happens pretty fast. After a week, 50% of people are gone. After a month, only 4% of all people are left. After 6 months, there are less than 100 peopl...	[WP] Every night, at 3:30 AM, exactly 10% of the worlds population permanently and inexplicably disappears, leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes. What would you do, or how would society deal with this?	I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair as my yellow lab came over and stared at me with begging eyes. She was tired, but she never went to bed until I did. Glancing at the clock I saw it was almost 2:00am, damn. Sighing I closed my computer and sat in the darkness for a moment, just savoring the peace and quiet....	"We are the last of the human race, the impure have been taken from us. Only the exalted live as the impure are taken from us by the god above. It started everywhere, in the middle of the night people vanished because of their sins. Join me in worshipping the great cleanse, the creator above has left the world to us to...
The disappearance is painless and instantaneous, and there is no explanation. How would this affect interpersonal relationships? For reference, the population drop happens pretty fast. After a week, 50% of people are gone. After a month, only 4% of all people are left. After 6 months, there are less than 100 peopl...	[WP] Every night, at 3:30 AM, exactly 10% of the worlds population permanently and inexplicably disappears, leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes. What would you do, or how would society deal with this?	The irony is, this time last year, I had given up on the world, really but for completely different reasons. My big thing then was overpopulation and the fact that no one seemed to care. I mean, if you think about it, every problem we have --- well, every problem we used to have --- was multiplied by the number of peop...	"We are the last of the human race, the impure have been taken from us. Only the exalted live as the impure are taken from us by the god above. It started everywhere, in the middle of the night people vanished because of their sins. Join me in worshipping the great cleanse, the creator above has left the world to us to...
The disappearance is painless and instantaneous, and there is no explanation. How would this affect interpersonal relationships? For reference, the population drop happens pretty fast. After a week, 50% of people are gone. After a month, only 4% of all people are left. After 6 months, there are less than 100 peopl...	[WP] Every night, at 3:30 AM, exactly 10% of the worlds population permanently and inexplicably disappears, leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes. What would you do, or how would society deal with this?	The first month was complete chaos. Governments around the world vainly attempted to keep their citizen under control. Churches were stormed millions seeked answers. On the second of June 2014, approximately 700 million vanished into thin air, leaving only the clothes they wore behind, neatly folded in a pile. Cars c...	Leon was fed up with it. The first night was the better then the second but, as is the nature of the unknown, things always get worse before they get better. Leon had been a cop for five years became a detective a week before the chaos. Five years of slogging it on the streets, fighting crime, following the law, it was...
The disappearance is painless and instantaneous, and there is no explanation. How would this affect interpersonal relationships? For reference, the population drop happens pretty fast. After a week, 50% of people are gone. After a month, only 4% of all people are left. After 6 months, there are less than 100 peopl...	[WP] Every night, at 3:30 AM, exactly 10% of the worlds population permanently and inexplicably disappears, leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes. What would you do, or how would society deal with this?	I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair as my yellow lab came over and stared at me with begging eyes. She was tired, but she never went to bed until I did. Glancing at the clock I saw it was almost 2:00am, damn. Sighing I closed my computer and sat in the darkness for a moment, just savoring the peace and quiet....	Leon was fed up with it. The first night was the better then the second but, as is the nature of the unknown, things always get worse before they get better. Leon had been a cop for five years became a detective a week before the chaos. Five years of slogging it on the streets, fighting crime, following the law, it was...
The disappearance is painless and instantaneous, and there is no explanation. How would this affect interpersonal relationships? For reference, the population drop happens pretty fast. After a week, 50% of people are gone. After a month, only 4% of all people are left. After 6 months, there are less than 100 peopl...	[WP] Every night, at 3:30 AM, exactly 10% of the worlds population permanently and inexplicably disappears, leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes. What would you do, or how would society deal with this?	The irony is, this time last year, I had given up on the world, really but for completely different reasons. My big thing then was overpopulation and the fact that no one seemed to care. I mean, if you think about it, every problem we have --- well, every problem we used to have --- was multiplied by the number of peop...	Leon was fed up with it. The first night was the better then the second but, as is the nature of the unknown, things always get worse before they get better. Leon had been a cop for five years became a detective a week before the chaos. Five years of slogging it on the streets, fighting crime, following the law, it was...
The disappearance is painless and instantaneous, and there is no explanation. How would this affect interpersonal relationships? For reference, the population drop happens pretty fast. After a week, 50% of people are gone. After a month, only 4% of all people are left. After 6 months, there are less than 100 peopl...	[WP] Every night, at 3:30 AM, exactly 10% of the worlds population permanently and inexplicably disappears, leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes. What would you do, or how would society deal with this?	The first month was complete chaos. Governments around the world vainly attempted to keep their citizen under control. Churches were stormed millions seeked answers. On the second of June 2014, approximately 700 million vanished into thin air, leaving only the clothes they wore behind, neatly folded in a pile. Cars c...	"You ready for a night we'll never forget?" Evan asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question. Of course I was, it has been a long week in the office and I've been looking forward to weekend since monday. "No doubt man, but remind me again what makes tonight so special?" I asked. "Dude are you that over worked? Its...
The disappearance is painless and instantaneous, and there is no explanation. How would this affect interpersonal relationships? For reference, the population drop happens pretty fast. After a week, 50% of people are gone. After a month, only 4% of all people are left. After 6 months, there are less than 100 peopl...	[WP] Every night, at 3:30 AM, exactly 10% of the worlds population permanently and inexplicably disappears, leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes. What would you do, or how would society deal with this?	I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair as my yellow lab came over and stared at me with begging eyes. She was tired, but she never went to bed until I did. Glancing at the clock I saw it was almost 2:00am, damn. Sighing I closed my computer and sat in the darkness for a moment, just savoring the peace and quiet....	"You ready for a night we'll never forget?" Evan asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question. Of course I was, it has been a long week in the office and I've been looking forward to weekend since monday. "No doubt man, but remind me again what makes tonight so special?" I asked. "Dude are you that over worked? Its...
The disappearance is painless and instantaneous, and there is no explanation. How would this affect interpersonal relationships? For reference, the population drop happens pretty fast. After a week, 50% of people are gone. After a month, only 4% of all people are left. After 6 months, there are less than 100 peopl...	[WP] Every night, at 3:30 AM, exactly 10% of the worlds population permanently and inexplicably disappears, leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes. What would you do, or how would society deal with this?	The irony is, this time last year, I had given up on the world, really but for completely different reasons. My big thing then was overpopulation and the fact that no one seemed to care. I mean, if you think about it, every problem we have --- well, every problem we used to have --- was multiplied by the number of peop...	"You ready for a night we'll never forget?" Evan asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question. Of course I was, it has been a long week in the office and I've been looking forward to weekend since monday. "No doubt man, but remind me again what makes tonight so special?" I asked. "Dude are you that over worked? Its...
The disappearance is painless and instantaneous, and there is no explanation. How would this affect interpersonal relationships? For reference, the population drop happens pretty fast. After a week, 50% of people are gone. After a month, only 4% of all people are left. After 6 months, there are less than 100 peopl...	[WP] Every night, at 3:30 AM, exactly 10% of the worlds population permanently and inexplicably disappears, leaving behind nothing but a pile of clothes. What would you do, or how would society deal with this?	I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair as my yellow lab came over and stared at me with begging eyes. She was tired, but she never went to bed until I did. Glancing at the clock I saw it was almost 2:00am, damn. Sighing I closed my computer and sat in the darkness for a moment, just savoring the peace and quiet....	The first month was complete chaos. Governments around the world vainly attempted to keep their citizen under control. Churches were stormed millions seeked answers. On the second of June 2014, approximately 700 million vanished into thin air, leaving only the clothes they wore behind, neatly folded in a pile. Cars c...
	[WP] Capture the feeling of watching a storm rage from the safety of a windowsill	Thumbing for his light, watching from the relative safety of the overhang, he struck his stick. Watching the two suns disappear behind the black clouds. He set down his weapon as a foul wind blew in, rustling the dirt and sand up in a whirlwind. The dark green lighting cracked behind the half fallen super structures ...	A distant rumble caught her attention as she waited before the window. The steady slew of raindrops coming down the windowsill, hundreds at a time, gave the world outside a nice little blurry filter. The sound of wind managed to come howling in through some unprotected corner. Curled up in a plush little pink blanket, ...
	[WP] Capture the feeling of watching a storm rage from the safety of a windowsill	He sat on the window seat, leaning so close that each breath sent a sheen of fog across the glass. Tendrils of steam rose from the hot cocoa in his hands, and a few partially-dissolved marshmallows clung to the inside of the mug. A gust of wind tore across his backyard, tearing at the trees and rattling the windowpan...	A distant rumble caught her attention as she waited before the window. The steady slew of raindrops coming down the windowsill, hundreds at a time, gave the world outside a nice little blurry filter. The sound of wind managed to come howling in through some unprotected corner. Curled up in a plush little pink blanket, ...
	[WP] Capture the feeling of watching a storm rage from the safety of a windowsill	grey clouds turn to black thundering against silence window keeps us safe	A distant rumble caught her attention as she waited before the window. The steady slew of raindrops coming down the windowsill, hundreds at a time, gave the world outside a nice little blurry filter. The sound of wind managed to come howling in through some unprotected corner. Curled up in a plush little pink blanket, ...
	[WP] Capture the feeling of watching a storm rage from the safety of a windowsill	The little ugly awkward ones always draw me. They rage the most. Big dark circles swell around their eyes. Scars where the knife interrupted the self loathing and hatred run up an down her arms. She is a thing of grotesque beauty. A horrible, violent, tempest that stares blankly into a computer screen. They've menti...	A distant rumble caught her attention as she waited before the window. The steady slew of raindrops coming down the windowsill, hundreds at a time, gave the world outside a nice little blurry filter. The sound of wind managed to come howling in through some unprotected corner. Curled up in a plush little pink blanket, ...
	[WP] Capture the feeling of watching a storm rage from the safety of a windowsill	I knew if I moved I would lose one of my slippers in the mud. That's fine. I didn't want to move anyways, not so long as the storm was raging in the house. Thunder used to scare me, but not as much as my dad when he gets drunk. I never knew a man could have so many reasons to be furious. Thunder claps hard behind me, ...	A distant rumble caught her attention as she waited before the window. The steady slew of raindrops coming down the windowsill, hundreds at a time, gave the world outside a nice little blurry filter. The sound of wind managed to come howling in through some unprotected corner. Curled up in a plush little pink blanket, ...
	[WP] Capture the feeling of watching a storm rage from the safety of a windowsill	grey clouds turn to black thundering against silence window keeps us safe	Thumbing for his light, watching from the relative safety of the overhang, he struck his stick. Watching the two suns disappear behind the black clouds. He set down his weapon as a foul wind blew in, rustling the dirt and sand up in a whirlwind. The dark green lighting cracked behind the half fallen super structures ...
	[WP] Capture the feeling of watching a storm rage from the safety of a windowsill	I knew if I moved I would lose one of my slippers in the mud. That's fine. I didn't want to move anyways, not so long as the storm was raging in the house. Thunder used to scare me, but not as much as my dad when he gets drunk. I never knew a man could have so many reasons to be furious. Thunder claps hard behind me, ...	Thumbing for his light, watching from the relative safety of the overhang, he struck his stick. Watching the two suns disappear behind the black clouds. He set down his weapon as a foul wind blew in, rustling the dirt and sand up in a whirlwind. The dark green lighting cracked behind the half fallen super structures ...
	[WP] Capture the feeling of watching a storm rage from the safety of a windowsill	I knew if I moved I would lose one of my slippers in the mud. That's fine. I didn't want to move anyways, not so long as the storm was raging in the house. Thunder used to scare me, but not as much as my dad when he gets drunk. I never knew a man could have so many reasons to be furious. Thunder claps hard behind me, ...	The little ugly awkward ones always draw me. They rage the most. Big dark circles swell around their eyes. Scars where the knife interrupted the self loathing and hatred run up an down her arms. She is a thing of grotesque beauty. A horrible, violent, tempest that stares blankly into a computer screen. They've menti...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	I am from the third generation of Objouls. Some idiot combined the words object and soul, and for some reason, it stuck. I blame the culture of the time... heck, it's probably the reason they first came about. Back then, the culture was so naturalistic. If something did not have scientific evidence behind it, it was ...	Some had delicate jewelry. Some had wooden stakes. Some dice. Me? Full auto m16. The atf let me register it as a machine gun. Despite the machine gun ban, people respect the peices. An exception was made. Plus I think the atf agent was scared of me. Thing about it was I could swap parts. Not a lot of peices let you ...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	I am from the third generation of Objouls. Some idiot combined the words object and soul, and for some reason, it stuck. I blame the culture of the time... heck, it's probably the reason they first came about. Back then, the culture was so naturalistic. If something did not have scientific evidence behind it, it was ...	Bill Newlin glanced quickly up over the edge of the loupe as the bell over the door of his shop rang, and noted the old man shuffling through the door. But that was the only sign of recognition he gave, then looked gravely down at the porcelain doll he was meticulously restoring. The chip from the side of her pretty fa...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	When we're born we get a box. A solid black box, just big enough to fit whatever is inside. No one really knows why. No one really knows what they're for. People think they're what you're supposed to do with your life. We assume that if they break, we break. Inside my dad's box was a guitar. He used to strum it until ...	Bill Newlin glanced quickly up over the edge of the loupe as the bell over the door of his shop rang, and noted the old man shuffling through the door. But that was the only sign of recognition he gave, then looked gravely down at the porcelain doll he was meticulously restoring. The chip from the side of her pretty fa...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	I am from the third generation of Objouls. Some idiot combined the words object and soul, and for some reason, it stuck. I blame the culture of the time... heck, it's probably the reason they first came about. Back then, the culture was so naturalistic. If something did not have scientific evidence behind it, it was ...	It's difficult to remember when I noticed the first scratch. It was deep but razor thin. Others noticed it and asked after it. At the time, I didn't know why it was there. I have what we call a Soul. Well, everyone does. Mine is a palm sized spherical black rock. When I was a child, it was much larger. Over the years,...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	When we're born we get a box. A solid black box, just big enough to fit whatever is inside. No one really knows why. No one really knows what they're for. People think they're what you're supposed to do with your life. We assume that if they break, we break. Inside my dad's box was a guitar. He used to strum it until ...	It's difficult to remember when I noticed the first scratch. It was deep but razor thin. Others noticed it and asked after it. At the time, I didn't know why it was there. I have what we call a Soul. Well, everyone does. Mine is a palm sized spherical black rock. When I was a child, it was much larger. Over the years,...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	I am from the third generation of Objouls. Some idiot combined the words object and soul, and for some reason, it stuck. I blame the culture of the time... heck, it's probably the reason they first came about. Back then, the culture was so naturalistic. If something did not have scientific evidence behind it, it was ...	right, everyone gets an object. if that object is damaged then so are you and if that object is broken well i think you get the picture, i was always a little annoyed with mine. you see when i was born i wasn't given a ring or necklace like most, no i was given a glass pint glass. imagine that. im 2 minutes old and my ...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	Our talisman is sacred, it's the absolute essence of who we are. All our thoughts, feelings, ambitions and power contained in a simple object. At our coming of age we go through the process and when its complete we're not one, but two. My governess told me stories of foreign societies where the people elect their leade...	right, everyone gets an object. if that object is damaged then so are you and if that object is broken well i think you get the picture, i was always a little annoyed with mine. you see when i was born i wasn't given a ring or necklace like most, no i was given a glass pint glass. imagine that. im 2 minutes old and my ...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	When we're born we get a box. A solid black box, just big enough to fit whatever is inside. No one really knows why. No one really knows what they're for. People think they're what you're supposed to do with your life. We assume that if they break, we break. Inside my dad's box was a guitar. He used to strum it until ...	right, everyone gets an object. if that object is damaged then so are you and if that object is broken well i think you get the picture, i was always a little annoyed with mine. you see when i was born i wasn't given a ring or necklace like most, no i was given a glass pint glass. imagine that. im 2 minutes old and my ...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	Child of Life, you protect not just yourself but all of us. Some people wear their Charge. Some people leave it locked within their own home. Some people make it so mundane that you couldn't possibly find the right one, which in my mind, is incredibly lucky. Our Charges are not toys or trinkets, they are extensio...	right, everyone gets an object. if that object is damaged then so are you and if that object is broken well i think you get the picture, i was always a little annoyed with mine. you see when i was born i wasn't given a ring or necklace like most, no i was given a glass pint glass. imagine that. im 2 minutes old and my ...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	My father was a violent man. He hurt many other people before he met my mother. Even after falling in love, he was still a violent man, he just kept it contained much better. When mom found out she was pregnant, both were elated. My father had one request. "If it's a boy, I select his Link. Otherwise, choose what...	right, everyone gets an object. if that object is damaged then so are you and if that object is broken well i think you get the picture, i was always a little annoyed with mine. you see when i was born i wasn't given a ring or necklace like most, no i was given a glass pint glass. imagine that. im 2 minutes old and my ...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	The year is 2277. I have lived this long only due to the object that I hold in my pocket. It is beaten and scarred, just as I am - but with a full charge, she just keeps on kicking. I slowly draw my Nokia 3310 from it's sheath, and give it a knowing look. As the bombs fall, I mutter under my breath, "Until the end of t...	right, everyone gets an object. if that object is damaged then so are you and if that object is broken well i think you get the picture, i was always a little annoyed with mine. you see when i was born i wasn't given a ring or necklace like most, no i was given a glass pint glass. imagine that. im 2 minutes old and my ...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	I am from the third generation of Objouls. Some idiot combined the words object and soul, and for some reason, it stuck. I blame the culture of the time... heck, it's probably the reason they first came about. Back then, the culture was so naturalistic. If something did not have scientific evidence behind it, it was ...	The first years of my marriage with Sarah were wonderful. Her relic was a notebook. Some of the pages were tattered and torn. There were painful memories on each of those pages. Her newer pages, the pages of me, were bright and colorful. The most recent pages are filled with doodles and ideas for baby names. We f...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	When we're born we get a box. A solid black box, just big enough to fit whatever is inside. No one really knows why. No one really knows what they're for. People think they're what you're supposed to do with your life. We assume that if they break, we break. Inside my dad's box was a guitar. He used to strum it until ...	The first years of my marriage with Sarah were wonderful. Her relic was a notebook. Some of the pages were tattered and torn. There were painful memories on each of those pages. Her newer pages, the pages of me, were bright and colorful. The most recent pages are filled with doodles and ideas for baby names. We f...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	When we're born we get a box. A solid black box, just big enough to fit whatever is inside. No one really knows why. No one really knows what they're for. People think they're what you're supposed to do with your life. We assume that if they break, we break. Inside my dad's box was a guitar. He used to strum it until ...	Our talisman is sacred, it's the absolute essence of who we are. All our thoughts, feelings, ambitions and power contained in a simple object. At our coming of age we go through the process and when its complete we're not one, but two. My governess told me stories of foreign societies where the people elect their leade...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	My father was a violent man. He hurt many other people before he met my mother. Even after falling in love, he was still a violent man, he just kept it contained much better. When mom found out she was pregnant, both were elated. My father had one request. "If it's a boy, I select his Link. Otherwise, choose what...	Our talisman is sacred, it's the absolute essence of who we are. All our thoughts, feelings, ambitions and power contained in a simple object. At our coming of age we go through the process and when its complete we're not one, but two. My governess told me stories of foreign societies where the people elect their leade...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	The year is 2277. I have lived this long only due to the object that I hold in my pocket. It is beaten and scarred, just as I am - but with a full charge, she just keeps on kicking. I slowly draw my Nokia 3310 from it's sheath, and give it a knowing look. As the bombs fall, I mutter under my breath, "Until the end of t...	Our talisman is sacred, it's the absolute essence of who we are. All our thoughts, feelings, ambitions and power contained in a simple object. At our coming of age we go through the process and when its complete we're not one, but two. My governess told me stories of foreign societies where the people elect their leade...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	Child of Life, you protect not just yourself but all of us. Some people wear their Charge. Some people leave it locked within their own home. Some people make it so mundane that you couldn't possibly find the right one, which in my mind, is incredibly lucky. Our Charges are not toys or trinkets, they are extensio...	I was playing ultimate frisbee when I felt like I'd been punched in the face. A few seconds later, I felt another phantom punch to my gut, and I nearly passed out. What did you get yourself into this time, Jeremy? --- Let me back up for a moment. When we were born, Jeremy and I each had an avatar just like everyon...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	My father was a violent man. He hurt many other people before he met my mother. Even after falling in love, he was still a violent man, he just kept it contained much better. When mom found out she was pregnant, both were elated. My father had one request. "If it's a boy, I select his Link. Otherwise, choose what...	I was playing ultimate frisbee when I felt like I'd been punched in the face. A few seconds later, I felt another phantom punch to my gut, and I nearly passed out. What did you get yourself into this time, Jeremy? --- Let me back up for a moment. When we were born, Jeremy and I each had an avatar just like everyon...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	Whenever a child is born, an elder divines the object that their soul joins with. It sets you out for life. It must always be with you. For once it is broken, your soul returns to the Wheel to be reborn. My Father, he had a rock carving of a warrior. Big and strong, like the man he grew into. My mother, a Diamond pe...	I was playing ultimate frisbee when I felt like I'd been punched in the face. A few seconds later, I felt another phantom punch to my gut, and I nearly passed out. What did you get yourself into this time, Jeremy? --- Let me back up for a moment. When we were born, Jeremy and I each had an avatar just like everyon...
	[WP] At birth, everyone is given an object to protect that is tied directly to their life. If the object is damaged then the person is hurt, too. If the object is destroyed then the person dies.	The year is 2277. I have lived this long only due to the object that I hold in my pocket. It is beaten and scarred, just as I am - but with a full charge, she just keeps on kicking. I slowly draw my Nokia 3310 from it's sheath, and give it a knowing look. As the bombs fall, I mutter under my breath, "Until the end of t...	I was playing ultimate frisbee when I felt like I'd been punched in the face. A few seconds later, I felt another phantom punch to my gut, and I nearly passed out. What did you get yourself into this time, Jeremy? --- Let me back up for a moment. When we were born, Jeremy and I each had an avatar just like everyon...

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