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[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | "A blade? If I may ask, good man, what do you need a blade for?"
The voice startles me. For that I silently curse myself. That shouldn't happen to me, no matter my age. As I turn around to face the voice I find that I am looking into the face of a young woman, 17, perhaps. She's dressed in the robes of the College. Ca... | "Ok son, it's time for bed," called out the boy's father yelling up the flight of stairs. Gently standing up from the sofa so not to disturb his wife reading a book on ancient English myths. He begins slowly walking up the stairs, his left hand gliding upward on the side rail with each step up to the second floor. A mu... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | The Grizzled Warrior lay against a tree, bleeding out after what was his last fierce battles. I witnessed it from afar yet I shall not forget what I saw. In a war fought with enchantments and magic, this Warrior had used none as far as I could tell. When the dust settled and the sun set, I approached him with medical ... | "Uhm, sir if i may ask, are you the one in this picture?" the grizzled old man took a glance and nodded. Stoked to find one of the few survivors of the Irrilian massacre i blurted out 'Sir, how did you survive?'
The man looked at me, sighed and started his story "I used to be the wielder of Calunbun, you may know i... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | "A blade? If I may ask, good man, what do you need a blade for?"
The voice startles me. For that I silently curse myself. That shouldn't happen to me, no matter my age. As I turn around to face the voice I find that I am looking into the face of a young woman, 17, perhaps. She's dressed in the robes of the College. Ca... | "Uhm, sir if i may ask, are you the one in this picture?" the grizzled old man took a glance and nodded. Stoked to find one of the few survivors of the Irrilian massacre i blurted out 'Sir, how did you survive?'
The man looked at me, sighed and started his story "I used to be the wielder of Calunbun, you may know i... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | His knuckles were swollen large as knots, his hands tight on the shaft of the old gardening implement. Beneath the thick gray eyebrows, his eyes took in the train of four horses. I sat at the head of them.
Had Father truly sent me to learn from this old fool? Any magus or any child would be better than this old fossil... | I step towards him and clear my throat.
The old veteran looks at me, I could tell from his eyes he's seen a lot of conflict.
"I have a question for you", I say.
He grunts, as if saying "What is it?".
"In a world of magic and enchantments, why do you use such a simple and weak blade?", I ask, puzzled.
"Ah" the old ... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | "A blade? If I may ask, good man, what do you need a blade for?"
The voice startles me. For that I silently curse myself. That shouldn't happen to me, no matter my age. As I turn around to face the voice I find that I am looking into the face of a young woman, 17, perhaps. She's dressed in the robes of the College. Ca... | I step towards him and clear my throat.
The old veteran looks at me, I could tell from his eyes he's seen a lot of conflict.
"I have a question for you", I say.
He grunts, as if saying "What is it?".
"In a world of magic and enchantments, why do you use such a simple and weak blade?", I ask, puzzled.
"Ah" the old ... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | I'd had it; the bear had cornered me. I'd inadvertently come between a mother bear and her cubs, and was about to become their next meal. With her on top of me, claws slashing and raking violently, and her teeth finding a resting place deep in my left shoulder a bit ago I couldn't do anything. I couldn't cast, couldn't... | I step towards him and clear my throat.
The old veteran looks at me, I could tell from his eyes he's seen a lot of conflict.
"I have a question for you", I say.
He grunts, as if saying "What is it?".
"In a world of magic and enchantments, why do you use such a simple and weak blade?", I ask, puzzled.
"Ah" the old ... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | His knuckles were swollen large as knots, his hands tight on the shaft of the old gardening implement. Beneath the thick gray eyebrows, his eyes took in the train of four horses. I sat at the head of them.
Had Father truly sent me to learn from this old fool? Any magus or any child would be better than this old fossil... | The pitter-patter of footsteps continued behind him accompanied by the chink of armored mail. Two, no, three by the sound of it. It wouldn't be long before they were at his heels.
He felt pity in his heart for them. Each with a home with people to love beside them. He imagined how the people must have looked the day ... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | "A blade? If I may ask, good man, what do you need a blade for?"
The voice startles me. For that I silently curse myself. That shouldn't happen to me, no matter my age. As I turn around to face the voice I find that I am looking into the face of a young woman, 17, perhaps. She's dressed in the robes of the College. Ca... | The pitter-patter of footsteps continued behind him accompanied by the chink of armored mail. Two, no, three by the sound of it. It wouldn't be long before they were at his heels.
He felt pity in his heart for them. Each with a home with people to love beside them. He imagined how the people must have looked the day ... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | I'd had it; the bear had cornered me. I'd inadvertently come between a mother bear and her cubs, and was about to become their next meal. With her on top of me, claws slashing and raking violently, and her teeth finding a resting place deep in my left shoulder a bit ago I couldn't do anything. I couldn't cast, couldn't... | The pitter-patter of footsteps continued behind him accompanied by the chink of armored mail. Two, no, three by the sound of it. It wouldn't be long before they were at his heels.
He felt pity in his heart for them. Each with a home with people to love beside them. He imagined how the people must have looked the day ... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | I'd had it; the bear had cornered me. I'd inadvertently come between a mother bear and her cubs, and was about to become their next meal. With her on top of me, claws slashing and raking violently, and her teeth finding a resting place deep in my left shoulder a bit ago I couldn't do anything. I couldn't cast, couldn't... | I take in the man standing before me. Several things stand out. His numerous battle scars. His greying beard. His lack of armor. His clearly nonmagical sword.
All these add up to one obvious conclusion: BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKER
I stand aside and let him pass. | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | The blade hacked into the branch, shearing it from the tree. It snaps down, and the old man simply pulls it away before hacking it again into several smaller pieces. he grunts as he does, clearly this is hard work for him.
"You could just use a severence spell" I say helpfully.
He glares at me and spits onto the gr... | I take in the man standing before me. Several things stand out. His numerous battle scars. His greying beard. His lack of armor. His clearly nonmagical sword.
All these add up to one obvious conclusion: BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKER
I stand aside and let him pass. | |
[WP] You're a member of the only government agency to officially accept the existence of paranormal entities like demons and ghosts- Child Protective Services. They come up a lot in that line of work. | I knocked on the door again. "This is CPS!" I called. "Hello? Hello?" I stepped to the side and tried to peek in the windows, but could see nothing but the faint outlines of shadows through the cracks in the blinds. I glanced back at Zeke. "No one's answering. You getting anything?"
He closed his eyes briefly, lettin... | “Hmm, looks like the McGees want to send that kid back to the adoption agency.”
“What happened?”
“Same old thing. This time it’s a pentagram on the living room floor.”
“Did he manage to make any trouble?”
“Not really. Just scaring the foster parents.”
“I’ll go talk to them.”
“Hope you aren’t going to go over and ... | |
[WP] You're a member of the only government agency to officially accept the existence of paranormal entities like demons and ghosts- Child Protective Services. They come up a lot in that line of work. | Oh boy, this one's gonna be hard.
I could already hear the mother screaming at her daughter. The daughter was screaming back just as loud, probably even louder. But I can tell she's losing her will to argue, and hopefully nothing else. I couldn't make out any of the words, only high pitched screams taking turns to see... | “Hmm, looks like the McGees want to send that kid back to the adoption agency.”
“What happened?”
“Same old thing. This time it’s a pentagram on the living room floor.”
“Did he manage to make any trouble?”
“Not really. Just scaring the foster parents.”
“I’ll go talk to them.”
“Hope you aren’t going to go over and ... | |
[WP] You're a member of the only government agency to officially accept the existence of paranormal entities like demons and ghosts- Child Protective Services. They come up a lot in that line of work. | I knocked on the door again. "This is CPS!" I called. "Hello? Hello?" I stepped to the side and tried to peek in the windows, but could see nothing but the faint outlines of shadows through the cracks in the blinds. I glanced back at Zeke. "No one's answering. You getting anything?"
He closed his eyes briefly, lettin... | The black phone rang on the desk interrupting Diane's crossword puzzle, she picked it up, idly tapped a pen against her lips and listened.
"Yes, ma'am, I will be right there. Yup code 12, got it," Diane wrote down a name, Tiffany Drake, and an address on a yellow sticky note then took another long glance at the cros... | |
[WP] You're a member of the only government agency to officially accept the existence of paranormal entities like demons and ghosts- Child Protective Services. They come up a lot in that line of work. | Oh boy, this one's gonna be hard.
I could already hear the mother screaming at her daughter. The daughter was screaming back just as loud, probably even louder. But I can tell she's losing her will to argue, and hopefully nothing else. I couldn't make out any of the words, only high pitched screams taking turns to see... | The black phone rang on the desk interrupting Diane's crossword puzzle, she picked it up, idly tapped a pen against her lips and listened.
"Yes, ma'am, I will be right there. Yup code 12, got it," Diane wrote down a name, Tiffany Drake, and an address on a yellow sticky note then took another long glance at the cros... | |
[WP] Armed with nothing but pen and pad you stand between your village and death. | Benilda rolled onto her side, unable to sleep. This night, her straw cot seemed particularly coarse, so that her body itched all over. Insects screeched, squeaked and chirped incessantly, as loud as if they were right outside the single window through which warm wind entered. Though she wore only a sarong waist down, s... | A stone bridge linked the road to Swanscombe. When it'd been built years ago, the builder put a lover's nook in one side. Two people could sit there and look out over the bit of the river with angelica and soft willow trees, with their backs to the village. I sat there now, with my pen and my paper, crosslegged in a se... | |
[WP] You're a villain, and you have been told that you have cancer. You don't go on a rampage or decide to die in a blaze of glory. Instead, you tell the hero that you have it, just to see their reaction. | "I don't belong here." I lean my forehead against the glass, disbelief and sorrow and pain and a small amount of gratitude crashing and battling against each other in my mind.
His expression is unreadable, as usual. "You are a villain. You break laws. You belong in prison."
I wonder bitterly whether he'd be so blunt... | I sipped at my green tea, sitting at a small wooden table with wilting sunflowers in the center vase. The café was hidden away in one of the nameless backstreets of Paris. The owner and I were on good terms after I dealt with some legal setbacks he was having and he had let me rent it out for the day. I sat and waited,... | |
[WP] You're a villain, and you have been told that you have cancer. You don't go on a rampage or decide to die in a blaze of glory. Instead, you tell the hero that you have it, just to see their reaction. | You stand on the rooftop, next to your (as always) ridiculously overcomplicated machine. The hero will come soon, but for now you will watch your minions for what will likely be the last time.
The machine you stand next to looks like your usual sort of contraption -- a doomsday device of ridiculous proportions, perha... | Quick thing i thew together hope you guys like it.
“Alright ugh Mr.DoomBringer before I get into your prognosis here… are you familiar with the saying don’t shoot the messenger?”
Yup. That’s what the doctor said to me. Right before he told me that I have cancer.
Personally, I never thought I would go out this w... | |
[WP] Human immortality having been achieved, Death himself shows up at the Unemployment Office. | "Let's see. Do you have any interest... in say, horticulture?"
^HORTICULTURE? ^I ^CAN'T ^SAY ^FOR ^SURE. ^WHAT ^DOES ^IT ^INVOLVE?
"Well. That gardening tool you seem fond of would come in handy. You'd be cultivating crops in order to provide food."
Deaths head dropped forward and the azurite glow in his eye socket... | Knock knock knock.
That's the sound the poor sap behind the desk heard. Age 82, sadly single, one kid, three obnoxious grandkids and currently 4 in the morning, one might wonder why such a man still works at the Unemployment Office. Slowly grabbing his spectacles from the desk, he thoroughly wiped it before getting up... | |
[WP] Human immortality having been achieved, Death himself shows up at the Unemployment Office. | "Name please"
"GRIM"
"Tim?"
"NO, GRIM."
"Grim? As in 'The weather looks a little bit grim today'?"
"YES"
"Surname?"
"REAPER"
"Grim Reaper?"
"YES"
"You must have interesting parents. How long have you been out of work?"
"ABOUT 2 WEEKS"
"Brilliant. Here's form 28A, 29A and 29B-G, We'll need your N... | Knock knock knock.
That's the sound the poor sap behind the desk heard. Age 82, sadly single, one kid, three obnoxious grandkids and currently 4 in the morning, one might wonder why such a man still works at the Unemployment Office. Slowly grabbing his spectacles from the desk, he thoroughly wiped it before getting up... | |
[WP] A distant uncle vanished and left you a deed. For some reason, you are now the "proud" owner of Hell. | Second attempt on a writing prompt, only 17 years old, non native speaker, bla, bla bla......
The day had started so good...
She got up at in the late afternoon of a beautifull Sunday, with no other plans for the day, than watching the new Star Wars movie in the evening with her best friend.
After ... | "What do you mean I 'own hell'? My uncle left me a deed to his restaurant!" I questioned the lawyer.
"It's simple, you see. Do you remember your uncle Natas, or Nate S.? It turns out he was, in fact, Lucifer."
"Seriously? Like, I own the eternal punishment chamber of fire? The real hell?"
"Yep. Congratulations, you ... | |
[WP] A distant uncle vanished and left you a deed. For some reason, you are now the "proud" owner of Hell. | Yawning, Sean fumbled around groggily with his phone until he shut off the alarm.
"Bloody hate early meetings," he grumbled as he slid out of bed at a glacial pace. Morning routine: Kettle, Toaster, Teeth, Toast, Butter, Jam, Coffee, News. Hunkering down at his dining table with his breakfast and coffee, Sean pulled ... | "What do you mean I 'own hell'? My uncle left me a deed to his restaurant!" I questioned the lawyer.
"It's simple, you see. Do you remember your uncle Natas, or Nate S.? It turns out he was, in fact, Lucifer."
"Seriously? Like, I own the eternal punishment chamber of fire? The real hell?"
"Yep. Congratulations, you ... | |
[WP] You live in a world where laws are secret, only law enforcement, judges, lawyers, and law makers know what is and isn't legal. | Today was the day I broke my first and last law.
My name is john markson, I live in what used to be called United states of Asia, and here, in a attempt to give the people more freedom of choice and to help pick off those with a brand of sin in their hearts all laws are hidden except to those who work within the syste... | I remember sitting in the defendants chair for the first time. It was a strange experience, being there, not knowing why, but the ensuing debate made my crime perfectly clear.
"As you can see in Exhibit A," The prosecutor said, pointing at a grainy black and white photo, "the defendant can clearly be seen with two ch... | |
[WP] You are part of the first team on Mars. You have successfully built your first base. Your first night in the base and the other astronauts are getting ready for bed when there is a knock on the hatch door from outside. | I quickly turned to the hatch door. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand in fear and uncertainty as I stared the exterior hatch down. "Did I just hear what I think I heard?" I turned to Mack and Simmons, who were both giving me blank stares.
Then I heard it again.
I made sure my suit was air-tight as I ... | The expeditionary force sat in silence around the table. Their shared quiet was accompanied only by the soft clinging of the tableware and the relentless slow wind which whistled and battered against the hard canvas shell of the habitat. There was no room left in their hearts for idle chatter. The work to set up the ha... | |
[WP] You are part of the first team on Mars. You have successfully built your first base. Your first night in the base and the other astronauts are getting ready for bed when there is a knock on the hatch door from outside. | I quickly turned to the hatch door. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand in fear and uncertainty as I stared the exterior hatch down. "Did I just hear what I think I heard?" I turned to Mack and Simmons, who were both giving me blank stares.
Then I heard it again.
I made sure my suit was air-tight as I ... | We did it. We were here. I felt like I was floating—or else that was just the lower gravity, that would take some getting-used-to, even after the simulated gravity on the ship had tried to acclimate us. The ride in had been a bit rough, and my stomach still seemed filled with butterflies. While we were only here as a f... | |
[WP] You are part of the first team on Mars. You have successfully built your first base. Your first night in the base and the other astronauts are getting ready for bed when there is a knock on the hatch door from outside. | I quickly turned to the hatch door. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand in fear and uncertainty as I stared the exterior hatch down. "Did I just hear what I think I heard?" I turned to Mack and Simmons, who were both giving me blank stares.
Then I heard it again.
I made sure my suit was air-tight as I ... | I twist the hatch on the large door, keeping the oxygen rich air inside the station from escaping into the Martian atmosphere. Two of my associates, Finn and Terry, have been standing by to assist me in getting out of my bulky suit. They achieve their goal in about an hour and I soon find myself conversing with my team... | |
[WP] You are part of the first team on Mars. You have successfully built your first base. Your first night in the base and the other astronauts are getting ready for bed when there is a knock on the hatch door from outside. | I quickly turned to the hatch door. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand in fear and uncertainty as I stared the exterior hatch down. "Did I just hear what I think I heard?" I turned to Mack and Simmons, who were both giving me blank stares.
Then I heard it again.
I made sure my suit was air-tight as I ... | All noise in the base stopped cold. The only sound I heard louder than the Oxygen recycler was my own heartbeat. All of my fellow crewmembers were similarily frozen in fear.
I looked among them and counted: one... two... three ... four... five and myself. Everyone was accounted for. All six of the "Colonizer" crewmemb... | |
[WP] You are part of the first team on Mars. You have successfully built your first base. Your first night in the base and the other astronauts are getting ready for bed when there is a knock on the hatch door from outside. | *"Anderson, did you hear that?"*
There was silence between us. I looked at Commander Wentworth with a look of fear and confusion. Surely it must have been a rock that was swept up by solar winds or an echo of-
*Knock knock.*
No. This is some prank or something stupid. We're millions of miles away from...*life*. The... | “Hey Higgins, did you get those samples logged into the database?” Commander Jackson asked from the table as Higgins stepped through the hatch into the common area.
“Sure did, boss. I logged ‘em in right after checking the connection seals for Unit 5. And before that I repaired that broken axle on Rover 2,” Higgins ... | |
[deleted] | [WP] A distant planet rotates on its axis perpendicular to a dying dwarf star. The stars heat scorches the front, the blackness of space freezes its back. But on its Axis... | **Solution Unknown**
"Sir, we've received a transmission from the Ideashpehre requesting as creative response" said Ensign Obvious as he saluted and stopped next to the Science Officer.
"Hmmm." mused the Science Officer. "We can ignore this one. It's not even wrong."
"Sir?"
"Well, it looks like a request for a sci... | "Revolves," technician Saunders told Dr. Belittle.
"What did I just say?" Dr. Belittle exclaimed. "Alpha-Omega-Centauri-Prime rotates on its axis perpendicular to Ceta-Centauri."
"Revolves," Sanders said again. "Planets revolve around stars."
"Everything rotates, Saunders. I'm surprised I have to tell you that as ... |
[WP] The world ended years ago. You haven't seen another human in years. You're the only person you know of. One day while raiding a Walmart you accidentally knock a shelf over. Then over the intercom a voice rings out, "Clean up on isle 7" | The tower of cans fell all around her, with resounding noise. She stumbled away, arms going instinctively over her head to protect it from the flow of canned peaches. She heard Gully barking at the unusual sound, but didn't call for him out of fear he'd be hurt if more than just the cans started to fall.
"Clean up on ... | I miss coffee. Anytime you get it now its stale and ice cold. Oh, and radioactive. The fallout came out of nowhere. Literally. They never found the source, just the wreckage. I was sitting on my couch, working on my piece due the following day, then the internet went out, followed by the power, followed by humanity. Th... | |
[WP] The world ended years ago. You haven't seen another human in years. You're the only person you know of. One day while raiding a Walmart you accidentally knock a shelf over. Then over the intercom a voice rings out, "Clean up on isle 7" | Day 2600
I think
I can't believe how long it's been since I even heard a sound that wasn't my own. Even the animals are gone now, nothing moves, nothing breathes, everything is just.. silent. You'd think an introvert like me would have enjoyed it. All that silence was unbroken for years. At least it was that way until... | I miss coffee. Anytime you get it now its stale and ice cold. Oh, and radioactive. The fallout came out of nowhere. Literally. They never found the source, just the wreckage. I was sitting on my couch, working on my piece due the following day, then the internet went out, followed by the power, followed by humanity. Th... | |
[WP] The world ended years ago. You haven't seen another human in years. You're the only person you know of. One day while raiding a Walmart you accidentally knock a shelf over. Then over the intercom a voice rings out, "Clean up on isle 7" | I let the nearly endless array of paper towels roll down the entirety of isle 7. Each and every plastic one rolled away from me, like they were on their way to buy themselves at the vine jungle of a checkout counter. I stepped on a couple, crushing them and rendering them useless. I guess nobody was going to buy them a... | I miss coffee. Anytime you get it now its stale and ice cold. Oh, and radioactive. The fallout came out of nowhere. Literally. They never found the source, just the wreckage. I was sitting on my couch, working on my piece due the following day, then the internet went out, followed by the power, followed by humanity. Th... | |
[WP] The world ended years ago. You haven't seen another human in years. You're the only person you know of. One day while raiding a Walmart you accidentally knock a shelf over. Then over the intercom a voice rings out, "Clean up on isle 7" | “Bleach. I can’t remember the last time I picked some up.” He looked down at his stained shirt. At one point, it used to be white, but that was a long time ago. “I guess I’ll go by menswear after this…”
It had been weeks since he last saw anybody. Looking presentable was the last of his worries. The bleach wasn’... | I miss coffee. Anytime you get it now its stale and ice cold. Oh, and radioactive. The fallout came out of nowhere. Literally. They never found the source, just the wreckage. I was sitting on my couch, working on my piece due the following day, then the internet went out, followed by the power, followed by humanity. Th... | |
[WP] The world ended years ago. You haven't seen another human in years. You're the only person you know of. One day while raiding a Walmart you accidentally knock a shelf over. Then over the intercom a voice rings out, "Clean up on isle 7" | I let the nearly endless array of paper towels roll down the entirety of isle 7. Each and every plastic one rolled away from me, like they were on their way to buy themselves at the vine jungle of a checkout counter. I stepped on a couple, crushing them and rendering them useless. I guess nobody was going to buy them a... | The tower of cans fell all around her, with resounding noise. She stumbled away, arms going instinctively over her head to protect it from the flow of canned peaches. She heard Gully barking at the unusual sound, but didn't call for him out of fear he'd be hurt if more than just the cans started to fall.
"Clean up on ... | |
[WP] The world ended years ago. You haven't seen another human in years. You're the only person you know of. One day while raiding a Walmart you accidentally knock a shelf over. Then over the intercom a voice rings out, "Clean up on isle 7" | I let the nearly endless array of paper towels roll down the entirety of isle 7. Each and every plastic one rolled away from me, like they were on their way to buy themselves at the vine jungle of a checkout counter. I stepped on a couple, crushing them and rendering them useless. I guess nobody was going to buy them a... | Day 2600
I think
I can't believe how long it's been since I even heard a sound that wasn't my own. Even the animals are gone now, nothing moves, nothing breathes, everything is just.. silent. You'd think an introvert like me would have enjoyed it. All that silence was unbroken for years. At least it was that way until... | |
[WP] The world ended years ago. You haven't seen another human in years. You're the only person you know of. One day while raiding a Walmart you accidentally knock a shelf over. Then over the intercom a voice rings out, "Clean up on isle 7" | The tensest months of my life were spent learning to cope with absence. The smart children learn that absence is typically the result of loss. Of these smart children, only the luckiest learn this softly and gently, at ages appropriate for learning. You start off small, with a goldfish or a cat your parents had long be... | Seven years. It’s been seven long years since that day I awoke in an empty bed, in an empty house, in an empty world. Everyone had just disappeared…my wife, my kids, and everything else I lived for went with them. I can barely remember what it was like back then, but once in a while I see a piece of the world that used... | |
Just a weird idea I had that I thought people might be able to run with and make a story. | [WP] "We're out of tea bags. Someone pass me my gun and my flak jacket, I'll go get some more." | Apologies for the length, hopefully it's worth the read :P
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"We're out of tea bags. Someone pass me my gun and my flak jacket, I'll go get some more," Timothy said.
Shyla held up a hand, separating Timothy from his weapon. "No Tim, you're not going back out there."
Timothy surveyed the room. The small wooden ... | They had lain there all day and through most of the night. Occasionally Corporal Young would look over the top of the sandbags but each time there was nothing to be seen, beside him Private Lyle fussed over the ammunition for the Bren gun.
"Hey Corp, I've checked and we have your five mags, plus my two plus the two fr... |
Just a weird idea I had that I thought people might be able to run with and make a story. | [WP] "We're out of tea bags. Someone pass me my gun and my flak jacket, I'll go get some more." | Apologies for the length, hopefully it's worth the read :P
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"We're out of tea bags. Someone pass me my gun and my flak jacket, I'll go get some more," Timothy said.
Shyla held up a hand, separating Timothy from his weapon. "No Tim, you're not going back out there."
Timothy surveyed the room. The small wooden ... | Oh, this is perfect for one of my characters, Chet.
This is told from his PoV, 1 year after.
#Intro
Everything was silent, only noise in the room were some metas farting on the new guys. Just another day with DC..
*pbbt*
"Hey. Knock it off."
"But boss-"
"No buts. I will revoke your command card, and demote you."
J... |
[WP] You've been admitted to the prestigious school for super heroes. You do not have a super power and you got in by accident. The teachers do not believe you and now you are locked in for the next 4 years. | I kept looking at the clock. The whole classroom was quiet, carefully listening to every word Mrs. Lawrence was saying. The subject wasn’t even that interesting - - some people just have the striking ability to transform the most pointless thing and into a remarkable topic worth hearing. Somehow, I still managed to get... | A kid two rows in front of me is lighting a cigarette. As much as I should really be questioning his age or his knowledge on carcinogens, to be honest I was more distracted by how he lit it. Hs middle finger and thumb collided together and a small flame peaked out from under his thumbnail
The sight of him alone with h... | |
[WP] You've been admitted to the prestigious school for super heroes. You do not have a super power and you got in by accident. The teachers do not believe you and now you are locked in for the next 4 years. | 'I don't have any powers!'
You screamed for the millionth time.
You aren't sure what else to do. You've explained this is a mistake, that you're just a regular kid from a regular suburb, your call of duty kill/death ratio is average, you're somewhat good at shooting an air rifle, you're absolutely mediocre in bed wi... | A kid two rows in front of me is lighting a cigarette. As much as I should really be questioning his age or his knowledge on carcinogens, to be honest I was more distracted by how he lit it. Hs middle finger and thumb collided together and a small flame peaked out from under his thumbnail
The sight of him alone with h... | |
[WP] You've been admitted to the prestigious school for super heroes. You do not have a super power and you got in by accident. The teachers do not believe you and now you are locked in for the next 4 years. | I kept looking at the clock. The whole classroom was quiet, carefully listening to every word Mrs. Lawrence was saying. The subject wasn’t even that interesting - - some people just have the striking ability to transform the most pointless thing and into a remarkable topic worth hearing. Somehow, I still managed to get... | Pick something you are kind of good at and improve on it. May not be a super power, but say you are kind of good at knitting. Become STELLAR at it, an knit hats for the homeless or socks & caps for preemie babies in the hospital. | |
[WP] You've been admitted to the prestigious school for super heroes. You do not have a super power and you got in by accident. The teachers do not believe you and now you are locked in for the next 4 years. | I kept looking at the clock. The whole classroom was quiet, carefully listening to every word Mrs. Lawrence was saying. The subject wasn’t even that interesting - - some people just have the striking ability to transform the most pointless thing and into a remarkable topic worth hearing. Somehow, I still managed to get... | I am a 16 year old boy named Franco, call me Frank for short. I screwed up by showing my father the Internet and an advertisement to a lame school.
As much as I love and appreciate my father, he is one of the most stubborn and scariest man you will ever encounter. My father, Ale, is one of those f.o.b poor son of b... | |
[WP] You were born into a family who lived in isolation-- Off the grid, almost completely. When you finally decide to leave your home behind and head into the nearest city to start anew, it is completely void of life. | Like Uncle Zeke always said, "If God hadn't wanted me to marry my cousin then he would have given me hemophilia when my dad married my cousin."
Well I for one am not waiting around for webbed toes. I think God wants me to get out of this place. The next time I have guard duty I'm going out the lead door. I'm not goi... | Today is the day I finally do it, after all the arguments, and lectures about how dangerous it is I'm leaving the family compound. I've packed up a few things in a scavenging pack and I'm setting out south from our forest edge over the low rolling hills to the old tropolis. Its strange how I've crossed some of these hi... | |
[WP] You were born into a family who lived in isolation-- Off the grid, almost completely. When you finally decide to leave your home behind and head into the nearest city to start anew, it is completely void of life. | The only sound was the wind whistling through the silent and empty streets of Fulton, Oregon. Save for the occasional abandoned car or raccoon infested garbage can, Wisteria found nothing anywhere she went. Each window was dark in the somber evening light, no warm, comforting lights of a family turning in for dinner, o... | Today is the day I finally do it, after all the arguments, and lectures about how dangerous it is I'm leaving the family compound. I've packed up a few things in a scavenging pack and I'm setting out south from our forest edge over the low rolling hills to the old tropolis. Its strange how I've crossed some of these hi... | |
[WP] These scars are not from failure, but victory. | How did Daddy get his scars?
A beast tried to eat him.
It was unlike anything we had seen before. It swallowed forests and homes in a single gulp. It ate and ate and ate, never becoming full. For an entire season it raged. Many people thought it would not stop, that this was the end. But your father and those like hi... | I look into your eyes and see your fear and disgust of my physical form. It is true,child, my looks have become mere shadows of their former self, but allow me to tell you why this matters not.
When I was a young man, I fell in love with the most beautiful woman in my village. We had been friends from child-birth, but... | |
[WP] You occasionally like to pass the time in school by drumming/tapping on your desk. This time, however, the desk clicks open after you tap off a rhythm. | Rip-tap-tap…rip-taptap.
Juan’s pencil met the desk with tiny metallic clicks, as his eraser had long been chewed away.
Rip-tap-tap…-tap-tap.
They rhythm changed slightly. Somewhere, a wheezy voice was explaining something about foil. Juan wasn’t sure what foil had to do with math. Ahead of him, blonde hair was scrib... | I drummed my fingers on my desk, bored with Mrs. Green and her lecture on the Stamp Act. How come every social studies/history class covers the Stamp Act since the fifth grade? I know it's important, but sheesh. It's probably up there with gasoline prices on the most boring topics ever spoken by man.
Tap. Tap tap. I ... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | They don’t know. They couldn’t know. Ignorant SOB’s.
Oh, I understand their delusion. Their belief in equality for intelligent things. Wanting to show humans are compassionate and respectful. Demanding justice for those that have killed.
All a load of hogwash. But again, they don’t know.
It was the summer of ’72... | William had put the mower away and gone inside just before the protesters arrived after mowing the lawn in his front and back gardens, it was now time for the driveway.
He emerged wearing a filtration mask, a thick pair of red rubber gloves and a full body plastic cleaning suit with a white container in one hand, conn... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | I was just tending my garden. Taking out the bad plants (weeds) and putting the good ones in. Suddenly, I hear people screaming "Gardening is Murder"; chanting like the imbeciles they are. I turn around and look at a woman in a white shirt with blue jeans carrying a sign that said "Stop Plant Suffering", hmmph, I thoug... | William had put the mower away and gone inside just before the protesters arrived after mowing the lawn in his front and back gardens, it was now time for the driveway.
He emerged wearing a filtration mask, a thick pair of red rubber gloves and a full body plastic cleaning suit with a white container in one hand, conn... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | The protesters gathered around Old Man Jenkin's home, shouting and cursing at him as he pulled his mower out of the garage.
"JENKINS!!! How can you be so cruel! The sod has feelings, and you, with your typical narcissistic white male privilege, are willing to ignore the suffering of innocent life for something as sh... | William had put the mower away and gone inside just before the protesters arrived after mowing the lawn in his front and back gardens, it was now time for the driveway.
He emerged wearing a filtration mask, a thick pair of red rubber gloves and a full body plastic cleaning suit with a white container in one hand, conn... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Jesus H Christ do I miss the old days.
Back when a man could shuffle on outside on an August day, grimace at the heat and his aching bones, then go mow the lawn. Back when the recession was going on its downswing, WW3 was diverted, and the biggest threat to American Values was whether or not you *felt* like a boy or a... | William had put the mower away and gone inside just before the protesters arrived after mowing the lawn in his front and back gardens, it was now time for the driveway.
He emerged wearing a filtration mask, a thick pair of red rubber gloves and a full body plastic cleaning suit with a white container in one hand, conn... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Heinrich was in his garage, gazing at his old pull mower he had owned for several years. The paint, once a blazing red, had been worn to a patchy shadow of its former self. He pulled the cord with his old bones shouting in protest against it. The motor made a short coughing sound and was silent. He pulled again, twice,... | William had put the mower away and gone inside just before the protesters arrived after mowing the lawn in his front and back gardens, it was now time for the driveway.
He emerged wearing a filtration mask, a thick pair of red rubber gloves and a full body plastic cleaning suit with a white container in one hand, conn... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Jayden pushed the mower out of the garage into the walkway and onto the grass. He took a moment to breathe. They could invent self driving cars, self flying airplanes but they couldn't invent self propelling lawn mowers. In fact, he thinks as he eyes the machine with hatred, he would say they got heavier since he wa... | William had put the mower away and gone inside just before the protesters arrived after mowing the lawn in his front and back gardens, it was now time for the driveway.
He emerged wearing a filtration mask, a thick pair of red rubber gloves and a full body plastic cleaning suit with a white container in one hand, conn... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | The students of Dr. Franc Grasser were coming for me.
The Ralishmans, my neighbors across the street, had warned me. With tears in their eyes, they'd described the voices of the flowers in their garden, the screams of the trees they'd trimmed, and the herbs they'd stopped harvesting. The device was never wrong, they s... | William had put the mower away and gone inside just before the protesters arrived after mowing the lawn in his front and back gardens, it was now time for the driveway.
He emerged wearing a filtration mask, a thick pair of red rubber gloves and a full body plastic cleaning suit with a white container in one hand, conn... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | The protesters gathered around Old Man Jenkin's home, shouting and cursing at him as he pulled his mower out of the garage.
"JENKINS!!! How can you be so cruel! The sod has feelings, and you, with your typical narcissistic white male privilege, are willing to ignore the suffering of innocent life for something as sh... | "People for plants!" echoed down the street. I grimaced and curled my mouth, half in irritation, half in recoil from the potent smell of gasoline pouring into my lawn mower. "Plants feel pain". The chorus of angry voices grew closer, a tidy group of thirty or forty this time. I yanked the starter chain, the lawn mower ... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | I was just tending my garden. Taking out the bad plants (weeds) and putting the good ones in. Suddenly, I hear people screaming "Gardening is Murder"; chanting like the imbeciles they are. I turn around and look at a woman in a white shirt with blue jeans carrying a sign that said "Stop Plant Suffering", hmmph, I thoug... | They don’t know. They couldn’t know. Ignorant SOB’s.
Oh, I understand their delusion. Their belief in equality for intelligent things. Wanting to show humans are compassionate and respectful. Demanding justice for those that have killed.
All a load of hogwash. But again, they don’t know.
It was the summer of ’72... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | The protesters gathered around Old Man Jenkin's home, shouting and cursing at him as he pulled his mower out of the garage.
"JENKINS!!! How can you be so cruel! The sod has feelings, and you, with your typical narcissistic white male privilege, are willing to ignore the suffering of innocent life for something as sh... | They don’t know. They couldn’t know. Ignorant SOB’s.
Oh, I understand their delusion. Their belief in equality for intelligent things. Wanting to show humans are compassionate and respectful. Demanding justice for those that have killed.
All a load of hogwash. But again, they don’t know.
It was the summer of ’72... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Jesus H Christ do I miss the old days.
Back when a man could shuffle on outside on an August day, grimace at the heat and his aching bones, then go mow the lawn. Back when the recession was going on its downswing, WW3 was diverted, and the biggest threat to American Values was whether or not you *felt* like a boy or a... | They don’t know. They couldn’t know. Ignorant SOB’s.
Oh, I understand their delusion. Their belief in equality for intelligent things. Wanting to show humans are compassionate and respectful. Demanding justice for those that have killed.
All a load of hogwash. But again, they don’t know.
It was the summer of ’72... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Heinrich was in his garage, gazing at his old pull mower he had owned for several years. The paint, once a blazing red, had been worn to a patchy shadow of its former self. He pulled the cord with his old bones shouting in protest against it. The motor made a short coughing sound and was silent. He pulled again, twice,... | They don’t know. They couldn’t know. Ignorant SOB’s.
Oh, I understand their delusion. Their belief in equality for intelligent things. Wanting to show humans are compassionate and respectful. Demanding justice for those that have killed.
All a load of hogwash. But again, they don’t know.
It was the summer of ’72... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Jayden pushed the mower out of the garage into the walkway and onto the grass. He took a moment to breathe. They could invent self driving cars, self flying airplanes but they couldn't invent self propelling lawn mowers. In fact, he thinks as he eyes the machine with hatred, he would say they got heavier since he wa... | They don’t know. They couldn’t know. Ignorant SOB’s.
Oh, I understand their delusion. Their belief in equality for intelligent things. Wanting to show humans are compassionate and respectful. Demanding justice for those that have killed.
All a load of hogwash. But again, they don’t know.
It was the summer of ’72... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | The students of Dr. Franc Grasser were coming for me.
The Ralishmans, my neighbors across the street, had warned me. With tears in their eyes, they'd described the voices of the flowers in their garden, the screams of the trees they'd trimmed, and the herbs they'd stopped harvesting. The device was never wrong, they s... | They don’t know. They couldn’t know. Ignorant SOB’s.
Oh, I understand their delusion. Their belief in equality for intelligent things. Wanting to show humans are compassionate and respectful. Demanding justice for those that have killed.
All a load of hogwash. But again, they don’t know.
It was the summer of ’72... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Jesus H Christ do I miss the old days.
Back when a man could shuffle on outside on an August day, grimace at the heat and his aching bones, then go mow the lawn. Back when the recession was going on its downswing, WW3 was diverted, and the biggest threat to American Values was whether or not you *felt* like a boy or a... | It is a hot summer day and my grass is looking a little long, there is no reason for me not to mow this lawn. I love mowing the lawn, its a simple task, and it serves a simple purpose. It helps me clear my head, keeps me busy. I have been mowing the lawn for fourty years at this house and its one of the many things... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Ben sighed as he looked out towards his pride and joy. His garden. Once kept in pristine condition, every blade of grass trimmed to perfection. Every flower kept beautiful and blooming. Now, as he looked at his horribly overgrown garden he was filled with sadness. These silly kids with their fancy apps had ruined every... | It is a hot summer day and my grass is looking a little long, there is no reason for me not to mow this lawn. I love mowing the lawn, its a simple task, and it serves a simple purpose. It helps me clear my head, keeps me busy. I have been mowing the lawn for fourty years at this house and its one of the many things... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Heinrich was in his garage, gazing at his old pull mower he had owned for several years. The paint, once a blazing red, had been worn to a patchy shadow of its former self. He pulled the cord with his old bones shouting in protest against it. The motor made a short coughing sound and was silent. He pulled again, twice,... | It is a hot summer day and my grass is looking a little long, there is no reason for me not to mow this lawn. I love mowing the lawn, its a simple task, and it serves a simple purpose. It helps me clear my head, keeps me busy. I have been mowing the lawn for fourty years at this house and its one of the many things... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Jayden pushed the mower out of the garage into the walkway and onto the grass. He took a moment to breathe. They could invent self driving cars, self flying airplanes but they couldn't invent self propelling lawn mowers. In fact, he thinks as he eyes the machine with hatred, he would say they got heavier since he wa... | It is a hot summer day and my grass is looking a little long, there is no reason for me not to mow this lawn. I love mowing the lawn, its a simple task, and it serves a simple purpose. It helps me clear my head, keeps me busy. I have been mowing the lawn for fourty years at this house and its one of the many things... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | The students of Dr. Franc Grasser were coming for me.
The Ralishmans, my neighbors across the street, had warned me. With tears in their eyes, they'd described the voices of the flowers in their garden, the screams of the trees they'd trimmed, and the herbs they'd stopped harvesting. The device was never wrong, they s... | It is a hot summer day and my grass is looking a little long, there is no reason for me not to mow this lawn. I love mowing the lawn, its a simple task, and it serves a simple purpose. It helps me clear my head, keeps me busy. I have been mowing the lawn for fourty years at this house and its one of the many things... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Heinrich was in his garage, gazing at his old pull mower he had owned for several years. The paint, once a blazing red, had been worn to a patchy shadow of its former self. He pulled the cord with his old bones shouting in protest against it. The motor made a short coughing sound and was silent. He pulled again, twice,... | Jesus H Christ do I miss the old days.
Back when a man could shuffle on outside on an August day, grimace at the heat and his aching bones, then go mow the lawn. Back when the recession was going on its downswing, WW3 was diverted, and the biggest threat to American Values was whether or not you *felt* like a boy or a... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Heinrich was in his garage, gazing at his old pull mower he had owned for several years. The paint, once a blazing red, had been worn to a patchy shadow of its former self. He pulled the cord with his old bones shouting in protest against it. The motor made a short coughing sound and was silent. He pulled again, twice,... | Ben sighed as he looked out towards his pride and joy. His garden. Once kept in pristine condition, every blade of grass trimmed to perfection. Every flower kept beautiful and blooming. Now, as he looked at his horribly overgrown garden he was filled with sadness. These silly kids with their fancy apps had ruined every... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Jayden pushed the mower out of the garage into the walkway and onto the grass. He took a moment to breathe. They could invent self driving cars, self flying airplanes but they couldn't invent self propelling lawn mowers. In fact, he thinks as he eyes the machine with hatred, he would say they got heavier since he wa... | Ben sighed as he looked out towards his pride and joy. His garden. Once kept in pristine condition, every blade of grass trimmed to perfection. Every flower kept beautiful and blooming. Now, as he looked at his horribly overgrown garden he was filled with sadness. These silly kids with their fancy apps had ruined every... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | The students of Dr. Franc Grasser were coming for me.
The Ralishmans, my neighbors across the street, had warned me. With tears in their eyes, they'd described the voices of the flowers in their garden, the screams of the trees they'd trimmed, and the herbs they'd stopped harvesting. The device was never wrong, they s... | Ben sighed as he looked out towards his pride and joy. His garden. Once kept in pristine condition, every blade of grass trimmed to perfection. Every flower kept beautiful and blooming. Now, as he looked at his horribly overgrown garden he was filled with sadness. These silly kids with their fancy apps had ruined every... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | The students of Dr. Franc Grasser were coming for me.
The Ralishmans, my neighbors across the street, had warned me. With tears in their eyes, they'd described the voices of the flowers in their garden, the screams of the trees they'd trimmed, and the herbs they'd stopped harvesting. The device was never wrong, they s... | It was a weekly ritual. Get up at the crack of dawn. Kiss my Daria on the cheek and let her sleep in, it's Saturday after all. Put on my robe and get some oj and oatmeal.
People always say that not only humans have emotions but I never believed them. An animal only attacks you because you are in its way, not because ... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | As Jerry sighed, he knew he had an acre lawn to clip,
But all this rain had set an ache into his grinding hip.
He braced himself as he stood up, and shuffled to the door,
He wasn't sure how long he could keep mowing anymore.
But something changed as he pulled out the mower, decades old,
The paint had faded, ... | Ferns waved in the wind, and at the fringes of the cold pond, whorl-grass tipped its feathery stems towards the grey surface. Yellow dandelions, clovers from blood red to shell white, bright houndstongue and blue comfrey broke the rolling green of the grass. Oscar watched from his window of his shed and sighed. Behind ... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Gary had to stop to rest. Lawn mowers are fundamentally sadistic devices, Gary thought, requiring you to first wrench your back five or six times for the privilege of getting the damn thing to start doing its job before making you perform sustained labour for an hour. It was the devil's contraption, though he imagined ... | Ferns waved in the wind, and at the fringes of the cold pond, whorl-grass tipped its feathery stems towards the grey surface. Yellow dandelions, clovers from blood red to shell white, bright houndstongue and blue comfrey broke the rolling green of the grass. Oscar watched from his window of his shed and sighed. Behind ... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | "Feel their pain! Hear their cries! Grass Assassin! Grass Assassin!"
Melvin had his headphones on, listening to *Frank Sinatra's Greatest Hits* at full blast to drown out the shrill, incessant cries coming from all directions.
A middle-aged man carrying a sign that read "Citizens for Chlorophyll" seemed on the verge ... | Willie had turned off and finally smashed the silly doohickey they'd tried to strap to him a few years back.
"Necessary technology for every thinking, feeling human", his ass. He knew it was a ruse dreamed up by some crackpot team of greenies who lay awake shivering at the thought of the planet blowing up. They proba... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | As Jerry sighed, he knew he had an acre lawn to clip,
But all this rain had set an ache into his grinding hip.
He braced himself as he stood up, and shuffled to the door,
He wasn't sure how long he could keep mowing anymore.
But something changed as he pulled out the mower, decades old,
The paint had faded, ... | Willie had turned off and finally smashed the silly doohickey they'd tried to strap to him a few years back.
"Necessary technology for every thinking, feeling human", his ass. He knew it was a ruse dreamed up by some crackpot team of greenies who lay awake shivering at the thought of the planet blowing up. They proba... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Gary had to stop to rest. Lawn mowers are fundamentally sadistic devices, Gary thought, requiring you to first wrench your back five or six times for the privilege of getting the damn thing to start doing its job before making you perform sustained labour for an hour. It was the devil's contraption, though he imagined ... | Willie had turned off and finally smashed the silly doohickey they'd tried to strap to him a few years back.
"Necessary technology for every thinking, feeling human", his ass. He knew it was a ruse dreamed up by some crackpot team of greenies who lay awake shivering at the thought of the planet blowing up. They proba... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | As Jerry sighed, he knew he had an acre lawn to clip,
But all this rain had set an ache into his grinding hip.
He braced himself as he stood up, and shuffled to the door,
He wasn't sure how long he could keep mowing anymore.
But something changed as he pulled out the mower, decades old,
The paint had faded, ... | "Feel their pain! Hear their cries! Grass Assassin! Grass Assassin!"
Melvin had his headphones on, listening to *Frank Sinatra's Greatest Hits* at full blast to drown out the shrill, incessant cries coming from all directions.
A middle-aged man carrying a sign that read "Citizens for Chlorophyll" seemed on the verge ... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Gary had to stop to rest. Lawn mowers are fundamentally sadistic devices, Gary thought, requiring you to first wrench your back five or six times for the privilege of getting the damn thing to start doing its job before making you perform sustained labour for an hour. It was the devil's contraption, though he imagined ... | "Feel their pain! Hear their cries! Grass Assassin! Grass Assassin!"
Melvin had his headphones on, listening to *Frank Sinatra's Greatest Hits* at full blast to drown out the shrill, incessant cries coming from all directions.
A middle-aged man carrying a sign that read "Citizens for Chlorophyll" seemed on the verge ... | |
[WP] A device is created to telepathically communicate with plants. They're sentient and can feel pain. You're an old man trying to mow his god damn lawn and a bunch of local protesters show up to stop you. | Gary had to stop to rest. Lawn mowers are fundamentally sadistic devices, Gary thought, requiring you to first wrench your back five or six times for the privilege of getting the damn thing to start doing its job before making you perform sustained labour for an hour. It was the devil's contraption, though he imagined ... | As Jerry sighed, he knew he had an acre lawn to clip,
But all this rain had set an ache into his grinding hip.
He braced himself as he stood up, and shuffled to the door,
He wasn't sure how long he could keep mowing anymore.
But something changed as he pulled out the mower, decades old,
The paint had faded, ... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | It was the craziest thing.
We were talking about what boobs feel like with the episode of SpongeBob where Plankton switches lives with Mr. Krabs on in the background last Friday evening when we heard a Dysen commercial come on asking for product testers. But it wasn't for a new special vacuum cleaner with twice the s... | Tom yelled at Bill. "Hey Bill, it's me."
The man responded from Bill's mouth and glared with Bill's eyes. "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | "So... How was work today?" I was relieved to see my flatmate Matthias for our regular coffee. He works in a lab facility investigating transportation, and today he was testing out their apparently functioning prototype. It was kept a governmental secret, strictly need-to-know. But he was nervous and excited and I'm hi... | Tom yelled at Bill. "Hey Bill, it's me."
The man responded from Bill's mouth and glared with Bill's eyes. "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | Today was the day he was getting transferred. Jack was extremely excited. They liked to call it "transfer" instead of teleportation. It was total read of his body on a molecular level, which was sent from one MTU (Molecular Transfer Unit) to another. Jack had explained it to me a couple of times. "The most fascinating... | Tom yelled at Bill. "Hey Bill, it's me."
The man responded from Bill's mouth and glared with Bill's eyes. "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | Bit late to the party. First post here too! I changed the perspective.
I stepped out of the transporter and stared down at my hands, clenching and unclenching them a few times. Everything seemed in it's rightful place. Two arms, two legs. One, two, one two. Everything exactly how it should be. Everything how it should... | Tom yelled at Bill. "Hey Bill, it's me."
The man responded from Bill's mouth and glared with Bill's eyes. "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | I popped up quickly when I heard the polite knock on my office door. My research assistant, Doug poked his head in.
"Sir, Dr. Marcus just called. You can see Patrick now."
I thought about what we accomplished on my way through the facility toward the medical ward.
Patrick and I had invented teleportation travel. Thi... | Tom yelled at Bill. "Hey Bill, it's me."
The man responded from Bill's mouth and glared with Bill's eyes. "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | My parents told me Winston was coming back today. For the past few months he'd been at grandma's house. I don't know why he was there, they said Winston wanted to be on grandma's farm but I know Winston. He doesn't like the outdoors. He just likes sleeping.
"Hey sport," Dad tousled my hair, "We've got a big surprise ... | It was an exciting time. One of the biggest advances in human history, and Jeremy of all people was the first to test it. Being massive science fiction fans, we were so excited for the opportunity we never really thought about what might happen to him. They said he would spend about a month away, between all the protoc... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | Today was the day he was getting transferred. Jack was extremely excited. They liked to call it "transfer" instead of teleportation. It was total read of his body on a molecular level, which was sent from one MTU (Molecular Transfer Unit) to another. Jack had explained it to me a couple of times. "The most fascinating... | It was an exciting time. One of the biggest advances in human history, and Jeremy of all people was the first to test it. Being massive science fiction fans, we were so excited for the opportunity we never really thought about what might happen to him. They said he would spend about a month away, between all the protoc... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | Bit late to the party. First post here too! I changed the perspective.
I stepped out of the transporter and stared down at my hands, clenching and unclenching them a few times. Everything seemed in it's rightful place. Two arms, two legs. One, two, one two. Everything exactly how it should be. Everything how it should... | It was an exciting time. One of the biggest advances in human history, and Jeremy of all people was the first to test it. Being massive science fiction fans, we were so excited for the opportunity we never really thought about what might happen to him. They said he would spend about a month away, between all the protoc... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | I popped up quickly when I heard the polite knock on my office door. My research assistant, Doug poked his head in.
"Sir, Dr. Marcus just called. You can see Patrick now."
I thought about what we accomplished on my way through the facility toward the medical ward.
Patrick and I had invented teleportation travel. Thi... | It was an exciting time. One of the biggest advances in human history, and Jeremy of all people was the first to test it. Being massive science fiction fans, we were so excited for the opportunity we never really thought about what might happen to him. They said he would spend about a month away, between all the protoc... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | "3...2...1"
"Go!"
When team Mailman flipped the proverbial switch, the tension and fear I felt was so great I thought I had blacked out when we lost power. After a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, someone in the dark finally spoke out.
"Hey...what happened?"
"Well you fucking tell me Steve! It was your fuc... | It was an exciting time. One of the biggest advances in human history, and Jeremy of all people was the first to test it. Being massive science fiction fans, we were so excited for the opportunity we never really thought about what might happen to him. They said he would spend about a month away, between all the protoc... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | Today was the day he was getting transferred. Jack was extremely excited. They liked to call it "transfer" instead of teleportation. It was total read of his body on a molecular level, which was sent from one MTU (Molecular Transfer Unit) to another. Jack had explained it to me a couple of times. "The most fascinating... | It was the craziest thing.
We were talking about what boobs feel like with the episode of SpongeBob where Plankton switches lives with Mr. Krabs on in the background last Friday evening when we heard a Dysen commercial come on asking for product testers. But it wasn't for a new special vacuum cleaner with twice the s... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | Bit late to the party. First post here too! I changed the perspective.
I stepped out of the transporter and stared down at my hands, clenching and unclenching them a few times. Everything seemed in it's rightful place. Two arms, two legs. One, two, one two. Everything exactly how it should be. Everything how it should... | It was the craziest thing.
We were talking about what boobs feel like with the episode of SpongeBob where Plankton switches lives with Mr. Krabs on in the background last Friday evening when we heard a Dysen commercial come on asking for product testers. But it wasn't for a new special vacuum cleaner with twice the s... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | I popped up quickly when I heard the polite knock on my office door. My research assistant, Doug poked his head in.
"Sir, Dr. Marcus just called. You can see Patrick now."
I thought about what we accomplished on my way through the facility toward the medical ward.
Patrick and I had invented teleportation travel. Thi... | It was the craziest thing.
We were talking about what boobs feel like with the episode of SpongeBob where Plankton switches lives with Mr. Krabs on in the background last Friday evening when we heard a Dysen commercial come on asking for product testers. But it wasn't for a new special vacuum cleaner with twice the s... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | I popped up quickly when I heard the polite knock on my office door. My research assistant, Doug poked his head in.
"Sir, Dr. Marcus just called. You can see Patrick now."
I thought about what we accomplished on my way through the facility toward the medical ward.
Patrick and I had invented teleportation travel. Thi... | My parents told me Winston was coming back today. For the past few months he'd been at grandma's house. I don't know why he was there, they said Winston wanted to be on grandma's farm but I know Winston. He doesn't like the outdoors. He just likes sleeping.
"Hey sport," Dad tousled my hair, "We've got a big surprise ... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | I popped up quickly when I heard the polite knock on my office door. My research assistant, Doug poked his head in.
"Sir, Dr. Marcus just called. You can see Patrick now."
I thought about what we accomplished on my way through the facility toward the medical ward.
Patrick and I had invented teleportation travel. Thi... | Today was the day he was getting transferred. Jack was extremely excited. They liked to call it "transfer" instead of teleportation. It was total read of his body on a molecular level, which was sent from one MTU (Molecular Transfer Unit) to another. Jack had explained it to me a couple of times. "The most fascinating... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | I popped up quickly when I heard the polite knock on my office door. My research assistant, Doug poked his head in.
"Sir, Dr. Marcus just called. You can see Patrick now."
I thought about what we accomplished on my way through the facility toward the medical ward.
Patrick and I had invented teleportation travel. Thi... | Bit late to the party. First post here too! I changed the perspective.
I stepped out of the transporter and stared down at my hands, clenching and unclenching them a few times. Everything seemed in it's rightful place. Two arms, two legs. One, two, one two. Everything exactly how it should be. Everything how it should... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | "3...2...1"
"Go!"
When team Mailman flipped the proverbial switch, the tension and fear I felt was so great I thought I had blacked out when we lost power. After a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, someone in the dark finally spoke out.
"Hey...what happened?"
"Well you fucking tell me Steve! It was your fuc... | One day, me and my friend were walking home from school. We walked past a man's house, and we knew that he was a "crazy" person, but at least not on drugs. He comes running out to us, and asks my friend if he wants to try his new teleportation machine. He agrees, and asks "Where will it take me?" The man replies "Just ... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | The light blinded my eyes, forcing me look away for a second.
I could see Jake's silhouette striding down the receiving teleporter node, he was walking towards me.
"Hey Jake, you feeling fine?" I asked, his eyes were glowing red, probably just never noticed before though.
"I HUNGER, FEED ME THE SOULS OF THE INNOCENT... | One day, me and my friend were walking home from school. We walked past a man's house, and we knew that he was a "crazy" person, but at least not on drugs. He comes running out to us, and asks my friend if he wants to try his new teleportation machine. He agrees, and asks "Where will it take me?" The man replies "Just ... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | Maury and I instantly bonded in college, our love for science and physics sparked a loving friendship. We both had high hopes for our careers, our senior thesis revolved around the idea of teleportation and how it might be theoretically possible.
Half-way through our research Maury found out that his mother was deathl... | One day, me and my friend were walking home from school. We walked past a man's house, and we knew that he was a "crazy" person, but at least not on drugs. He comes running out to us, and asks my friend if he wants to try his new teleportation machine. He agrees, and asks "Where will it take me?" The man replies "Just ... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | The press was everywhere that morning. Outside our hotel door. Crammed in the elevator like sheep bleating questions. Chasing us like foxes as we navigated through the hotel lobby. All this attention made me very uncomfortable.
"Mr. Rice, Mr. Rice!" A reporter shouted from the mob that moved with us as we walked, "tho... | One day, me and my friend were walking home from school. We walked past a man's house, and we knew that he was a "crazy" person, but at least not on drugs. He comes running out to us, and asks my friend if he wants to try his new teleportation machine. He agrees, and asks "Where will it take me?" The man replies "Just ... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | "This is Ray with the Tokyo team, we are ready to receive you." The Japanese team of scientist continued to run their last minute checks, they knew everything was in place but it is the human condition to worry. It had taken Ray 12 hours to fly here from California, a feat which was revolutionary only a short while ago... | One day, me and my friend were walking home from school. We walked past a man's house, and we knew that he was a "crazy" person, but at least not on drugs. He comes running out to us, and asks my friend if he wants to try his new teleportation machine. He agrees, and asks "Where will it take me?" The man replies "Just ... | |
[WP] Teleportation is finally invented. Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side, the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this is not your friend | "This is Ray with the Tokyo team, we are ready to receive you." The Japanese team of scientist continued to run their last minute checks, they knew everything was in place but it is the human condition to worry. It had taken Ray 12 hours to fly here from California, a feat which was revolutionary only a short while ago... | Maury and I instantly bonded in college, our love for science and physics sparked a loving friendship. We both had high hopes for our careers, our senior thesis revolved around the idea of teleportation and how it might be theoretically possible.
Half-way through our research Maury found out that his mother was deathl... |
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