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[WP] The United States has suddenly gone dark. No noise or activity out of there for a week, not even a Reddit post. You are part of an SAS squad sent to investigate. | The Aircraft lurched and hopped roughly as it set down on the runway at Jean Lesage international airport. Outside the late season blizzard howled and blustered in its last attempt to snatch the plane from the air. On board Col. Mcentire looked over the cargo bay stuffed with their expeditionary vehicles supplies, and ... | Within the clouds there was no noise, only the constant whir of the chopper blades pulsing above the men and I. I shifted my legs so that they crossed each other and looked out the sliding door. Water hissed as the blades passed through the damp air. It was eerie. Usually, my men where being the assholes they were and... | |
[WP] The United States has suddenly gone dark. No noise or activity out of there for a week, not even a Reddit post. You are part of an SAS squad sent to investigate. | "What do you mean, it's empty?"
I winced at the tone that Jaspers used as he rounded on the poor technician, rising up on his tiptoes to intimidate with every one of his sixty-four inches of height. A guy that short shouldn't be able to loom so well, but Jaspers managed it, bearing down on the bespectacled nerd.
"I ... | Within the clouds there was no noise, only the constant whir of the chopper blades pulsing above the men and I. I shifted my legs so that they crossed each other and looked out the sliding door. Water hissed as the blades passed through the damp air. It was eerie. Usually, my men where being the assholes they were and... | |
[WP] The United States has suddenly gone dark. No noise or activity out of there for a week, not even a Reddit post. You are part of an SAS squad sent to investigate. | The whole world was holding it's breath, waiting on what my squad and I would find. Nothing had been heard from the United States in a week, today being the 7th day. No broadcasts, no radio signals, no internet posts, and not a single person has come from the famous country. It was almost as if the entire country had b... | Within the clouds there was no noise, only the constant whir of the chopper blades pulsing above the men and I. I shifted my legs so that they crossed each other and looked out the sliding door. Water hissed as the blades passed through the damp air. It was eerie. Usually, my men where being the assholes they were and... | |
[WP] The United States has suddenly gone dark. No noise or activity out of there for a week, not even a Reddit post. You are part of an SAS squad sent to investigate. | "What the bloody hell you mean the whole country's dark?"
Jackson stopped strapping on his gear and looked towards the cockpit of the transport copter. Apparently Hurst got some news regarding why their squad was just dispatched at 5 AM to Washington DC for a search and rescue mission. Jackson wasn't one to question ... | Within the clouds there was no noise, only the constant whir of the chopper blades pulsing above the men and I. I shifted my legs so that they crossed each other and looked out the sliding door. Water hissed as the blades passed through the damp air. It was eerie. Usually, my men where being the assholes they were and... | |
[WP] The United States has suddenly gone dark. No noise or activity out of there for a week, not even a Reddit post. You are part of an SAS squad sent to investigate. | "What do you mean, it's empty?"
I winced at the tone that Jaspers used as he rounded on the poor technician, rising up on his tiptoes to intimidate with every one of his sixty-four inches of height. A guy that short shouldn't be able to loom so well, but Jaspers managed it, bearing down on the bespectacled nerd.
"I ... | The Aircraft lurched and hopped roughly as it set down on the runway at Jean Lesage international airport. Outside the late season blizzard howled and blustered in its last attempt to snatch the plane from the air. On board Col. Mcentire looked over the cargo bay stuffed with their expeditionary vehicles supplies, and ... | |
[WP] The United States has suddenly gone dark. No noise or activity out of there for a week, not even a Reddit post. You are part of an SAS squad sent to investigate. | The whole world was holding it's breath, waiting on what my squad and I would find. Nothing had been heard from the United States in a week, today being the 7th day. No broadcasts, no radio signals, no internet posts, and not a single person has come from the famous country. It was almost as if the entire country had b... | The Aircraft lurched and hopped roughly as it set down on the runway at Jean Lesage international airport. Outside the late season blizzard howled and blustered in its last attempt to snatch the plane from the air. On board Col. Mcentire looked over the cargo bay stuffed with their expeditionary vehicles supplies, and ... | |
[WP] The United States has suddenly gone dark. No noise or activity out of there for a week, not even a Reddit post. You are part of an SAS squad sent to investigate. | "What the bloody hell you mean the whole country's dark?"
Jackson stopped strapping on his gear and looked towards the cockpit of the transport copter. Apparently Hurst got some news regarding why their squad was just dispatched at 5 AM to Washington DC for a search and rescue mission. Jackson wasn't one to question ... | The Aircraft lurched and hopped roughly as it set down on the runway at Jean Lesage international airport. Outside the late season blizzard howled and blustered in its last attempt to snatch the plane from the air. On board Col. Mcentire looked over the cargo bay stuffed with their expeditionary vehicles supplies, and ... | |
[WP] You are a POW at a German camp. The General in charge of the camp, one of Hitler's right hand men, likes to challenge men in the camp to duels at whatever the prisoner is best at to prove german superiority. If you beat him you are let go, if you lose you die. Today is your day to duel him. | As I sat on my bunk, thoughts rushed through my head:
*What if I can't beat him?*
*There's literally nothing I'm good at!*
*Why can I hear myself thinking?*
But as I sat there and pondered, an idea came to the forefront of my mind. It was devious, cunning...everything deserving of an evil laugh. I began in earnest... | "Hell!"
The German guards scrambled to salute as the officer walked into the ring surrounded by guards. He was a tall man, broad, with rippling muscles. The only thing he wore was a pair of black pants, darker then the sky above.
I stared at the sight in front of me and gulped. The man looked like an ox. How the fu... | |
[WP] You are a POW at a German camp. The General in charge of the camp, one of Hitler's right hand men, likes to challenge men in the camp to duels at whatever the prisoner is best at to prove german superiority. If you beat him you are let go, if you lose you die. Today is your day to duel him. | My heart was pounding, the moment was drawing closer. I knew it would soon be over - but in freedom or defeat? I was still unsure.
A week prior to this duel, out of pity (or perhaps confidence?) the general in charge of my imprisonment let me choose what I'd be dueling with. Unbeknownst to him I was not a novice... | "Hell!"
The German guards scrambled to salute as the officer walked into the ring surrounded by guards. He was a tall man, broad, with rippling muscles. The only thing he wore was a pair of black pants, darker then the sky above.
I stared at the sight in front of me and gulped. The man looked like an ox. How the fu... | |
[WP] You are a POW at a German camp. The General in charge of the camp, one of Hitler's right hand men, likes to challenge men in the camp to duels at whatever the prisoner is best at to prove german superiority. If you beat him you are let go, if you lose you die. Today is your day to duel him. | As I sat on my bunk, thoughts rushed through my head:
*What if I can't beat him?*
*There's literally nothing I'm good at!*
*Why can I hear myself thinking?*
But as I sat there and pondered, an idea came to the forefront of my mind. It was devious, cunning...everything deserving of an evil laugh. I began in earnest... | His voice is hoarse, and spoke broken English through a thick German accent.
"VERE IS ZE ONE ZEY CALL WOZNIAK?"
I step forward.
"AHHH ARE YOU WOZNIAK?"
"Yes sir."
*THWAP* The Commandant they call Reichsin smacks me across the face with his gloves.
"AND WHAT RANK ARE YOU WOZNIAK?"
"Private first class sir."
*THWAP* "Y... | |
[WP] You are a POW at a German camp. The General in charge of the camp, one of Hitler's right hand men, likes to challenge men in the camp to duels at whatever the prisoner is best at to prove german superiority. If you beat him you are let go, if you lose you die. Today is your day to duel him. | My heart was pounding, the moment was drawing closer. I knew it would soon be over - but in freedom or defeat? I was still unsure.
A week prior to this duel, out of pity (or perhaps confidence?) the general in charge of my imprisonment let me choose what I'd be dueling with. Unbeknownst to him I was not a novice... | His voice is hoarse, and spoke broken English through a thick German accent.
"VERE IS ZE ONE ZEY CALL WOZNIAK?"
I step forward.
"AHHH ARE YOU WOZNIAK?"
"Yes sir."
*THWAP* The Commandant they call Reichsin smacks me across the face with his gloves.
"AND WHAT RANK ARE YOU WOZNIAK?"
"Private first class sir."
*THWAP* "Y... | |
[WP] You are a POW at a German camp. The General in charge of the camp, one of Hitler's right hand men, likes to challenge men in the camp to duels at whatever the prisoner is best at to prove german superiority. If you beat him you are let go, if you lose you die. Today is your day to duel him. | As I sat on my bunk, thoughts rushed through my head:
*What if I can't beat him?*
*There's literally nothing I'm good at!*
*Why can I hear myself thinking?*
But as I sat there and pondered, an idea came to the forefront of my mind. It was devious, cunning...everything deserving of an evil laugh. I began in earnest... | Hell is a place where sinners suffer and repent. Here, then, is a place worse than Hell. You are tortured for nothing. You die for nothing. The worst is that you live for something, but that thing slips a little through your fingers every time you close your eyes. Every stony step wrenches a little more away from you. ... | |
[WP] You are a POW at a German camp. The General in charge of the camp, one of Hitler's right hand men, likes to challenge men in the camp to duels at whatever the prisoner is best at to prove german superiority. If you beat him you are let go, if you lose you die. Today is your day to duel him. | My heart was pounding, the moment was drawing closer. I knew it would soon be over - but in freedom or defeat? I was still unsure.
A week prior to this duel, out of pity (or perhaps confidence?) the general in charge of my imprisonment let me choose what I'd be dueling with. Unbeknownst to him I was not a novice... | Hell is a place where sinners suffer and repent. Here, then, is a place worse than Hell. You are tortured for nothing. You die for nothing. The worst is that you live for something, but that thing slips a little through your fingers every time you close your eyes. Every stony step wrenches a little more away from you. ... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | The hand was warm...Comfortable... It moved a finger up and down my index finger. It felt natural...I closed my eyes in the hospital bed and enjoyed this final goodbye, from my nervous system... But it didn't seem to end, it just kept going.
There was a cool breeze against my knuckles, and it pulsated gently as though... | I've been missing out on so much now. I grew up being that girl. I played piano, I painted. I ran carefree whenever I could because the opportunities were few and far between.
When Mom and Dad died, my little sister and I were swiftly put into foster care. We were so young. Still in elementary school. Our foster... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | I learned from an episode of the The Office that the back left seat, directly behind the driver, is statistically the safest seat to be sitting in in the event of a car crash. I don't know whether that's true or not, but it was the first thing I thought of when they told me I was the only person who managed to survive ... | I've been missing out on so much now. I grew up being that girl. I played piano, I painted. I ran carefree whenever I could because the opportunities were few and far between.
When Mom and Dad died, my little sister and I were swiftly put into foster care. We were so young. Still in elementary school. Our foster... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | I think the first time I walked in a room with my stumpy disarray was worse than losing it. Really the look on my mother's face was enough to make me feel like a real piece of shit. Agonizing. Having pity thrown your way with every glance, and rapid dart of eyes; and all of them hoping that you didn't notice. And the a... | I've been missing out on so much now. I grew up being that girl. I played piano, I painted. I ran carefree whenever I could because the opportunities were few and far between.
When Mom and Dad died, my little sister and I were swiftly put into foster care. We were so young. Still in elementary school. Our foster... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | He had been talking her to online for months now, but they had only exchanged exactly three pictures. And none of his had included his arm.
It was stupid. He knew it was stupid. And the phantom limb was prickling painfully now, almost in admonishment.
It was just so easy. When she had only sent a picture of her fac... | I've been missing out on so much now. I grew up being that girl. I played piano, I painted. I ran carefree whenever I could because the opportunities were few and far between.
When Mom and Dad died, my little sister and I were swiftly put into foster care. We were so young. Still in elementary school. Our foster... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | Dave slouched down in his seat, rolling his eyes at the people around him and groaning near audibly as they went about their days, oblivious and happily so. He muttered an obscenity under his breath. Such blatant disregard for others feelings didn't go unnoticed, the lady a few rows down shuffled her papers and made ... | I've been missing out on so much now. I grew up being that girl. I played piano, I painted. I ran carefree whenever I could because the opportunities were few and far between.
When Mom and Dad died, my little sister and I were swiftly put into foster care. We were so young. Still in elementary school. Our foster... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | I lost the arm in a car accident. My boyfriend was driving. I remember being in a haze while my doctor spoke to me. They found me with my arm lodged in the crumpled car door. It was mangled, my hand in a direction that hands are generally not supposed are to go. He didn’t talk about my fingers, but I remember looking a... | I've been missing out on so much now. I grew up being that girl. I played piano, I painted. I ran carefree whenever I could because the opportunities were few and far between.
When Mom and Dad died, my little sister and I were swiftly put into foster care. We were so young. Still in elementary school. Our foster... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | Molly often laughed at my stump.
My sister scolded her -- *stop that, don't laugh, that's not nice* -- but I secretly loved it. I was so sick of the averted gazes, hushed whispers, and nauseatingly polite small-talk.
Last time I saw her, she gave me this gem.
"Mommy needs two hands to eat. How do you eat?"
"I trai... | I've been missing out on so much now. I grew up being that girl. I played piano, I painted. I ran carefree whenever I could because the opportunities were few and far between.
When Mom and Dad died, my little sister and I were swiftly put into foster care. We were so young. Still in elementary school. Our foster... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | I learned from an episode of the The Office that the back left seat, directly behind the driver, is statistically the safest seat to be sitting in in the event of a car crash. I don't know whether that's true or not, but it was the first thing I thought of when they told me I was the only person who managed to survive ... | Five miles from the border, I came across the first settlement I had seen in days. Not more than a shanty town, a mere collection of makeshift huts, this could not be my destination.
The tugging on my hand said otherwise.
Not my real hand, I mean. I looked down at my elbow, a pale rounded stub, and tried to imagine... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | I think the first time I walked in a room with my stumpy disarray was worse than losing it. Really the look on my mother's face was enough to make me feel like a real piece of shit. Agonizing. Having pity thrown your way with every glance, and rapid dart of eyes; and all of them hoping that you didn't notice. And the a... | Five miles from the border, I came across the first settlement I had seen in days. Not more than a shanty town, a mere collection of makeshift huts, this could not be my destination.
The tugging on my hand said otherwise.
Not my real hand, I mean. I looked down at my elbow, a pale rounded stub, and tried to imagine... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | I learned from an episode of the The Office that the back left seat, directly behind the driver, is statistically the safest seat to be sitting in in the event of a car crash. I don't know whether that's true or not, but it was the first thing I thought of when they told me I was the only person who managed to survive ... | The hand was warm...Comfortable... It moved a finger up and down my index finger. It felt natural...I closed my eyes in the hospital bed and enjoyed this final goodbye, from my nervous system... But it didn't seem to end, it just kept going.
There was a cool breeze against my knuckles, and it pulsated gently as though... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | I think the first time I walked in a room with my stumpy disarray was worse than losing it. Really the look on my mother's face was enough to make me feel like a real piece of shit. Agonizing. Having pity thrown your way with every glance, and rapid dart of eyes; and all of them hoping that you didn't notice. And the a... | The hand was warm...Comfortable... It moved a finger up and down my index finger. It felt natural...I closed my eyes in the hospital bed and enjoyed this final goodbye, from my nervous system... But it didn't seem to end, it just kept going.
There was a cool breeze against my knuckles, and it pulsated gently as though... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | He had been talking her to online for months now, but they had only exchanged exactly three pictures. And none of his had included his arm.
It was stupid. He knew it was stupid. And the phantom limb was prickling painfully now, almost in admonishment.
It was just so easy. When she had only sent a picture of her fac... | The hand was warm...Comfortable... It moved a finger up and down my index finger. It felt natural...I closed my eyes in the hospital bed and enjoyed this final goodbye, from my nervous system... But it didn't seem to end, it just kept going.
There was a cool breeze against my knuckles, and it pulsated gently as though... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | Dave slouched down in his seat, rolling his eyes at the people around him and groaning near audibly as they went about their days, oblivious and happily so. He muttered an obscenity under his breath. Such blatant disregard for others feelings didn't go unnoticed, the lady a few rows down shuffled her papers and made ... | The hand was warm...Comfortable... It moved a finger up and down my index finger. It felt natural...I closed my eyes in the hospital bed and enjoyed this final goodbye, from my nervous system... But it didn't seem to end, it just kept going.
There was a cool breeze against my knuckles, and it pulsated gently as though... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | I think the first time I walked in a room with my stumpy disarray was worse than losing it. Really the look on my mother's face was enough to make me feel like a real piece of shit. Agonizing. Having pity thrown your way with every glance, and rapid dart of eyes; and all of them hoping that you didn't notice. And the a... | I learned from an episode of the The Office that the back left seat, directly behind the driver, is statistically the safest seat to be sitting in in the event of a car crash. I don't know whether that's true or not, but it was the first thing I thought of when they told me I was the only person who managed to survive ... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | Molly often laughed at my stump.
My sister scolded her -- *stop that, don't laugh, that's not nice* -- but I secretly loved it. I was so sick of the averted gazes, hushed whispers, and nauseatingly polite small-talk.
Last time I saw her, she gave me this gem.
"Mommy needs two hands to eat. How do you eat?"
"I trai... | I lost the arm in a car accident. My boyfriend was driving. I remember being in a haze while my doctor spoke to me. They found me with my arm lodged in the crumpled car door. It was mangled, my hand in a direction that hands are generally not supposed are to go. He didn’t talk about my fingers, but I remember looking a... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | "Andrew," she smiled and punched my shoulder playfully, "Pay attention to the road."
We were on the way back from the casino. Our state didn't allow gambling, so any foray like this one was an adventure. Fifty miles of driving there, and another fifty back. At the least. But it was a tradition in her family, to go to ... | I would recognise that hand anywhere, the shape of the callouses, the slender fingers, the tight grip. This was a hand formed by hard labour in the garden every weekend, until I came out with a drink, or she came in with a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers that you ever saw. They always lasted much longer than an... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | Molly often laughed at my stump.
My sister scolded her -- *stop that, don't laugh, that's not nice* -- but I secretly loved it. I was so sick of the averted gazes, hushed whispers, and nauseatingly polite small-talk.
Last time I saw her, she gave me this gem.
"Mommy needs two hands to eat. How do you eat?"
"I trai... | I would recognise that hand anywhere, the shape of the callouses, the slender fingers, the tight grip. This was a hand formed by hard labour in the garden every weekend, until I came out with a drink, or she came in with a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers that you ever saw. They always lasted much longer than an... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | *The crackle of gunfire. Just a few steps more. Keep running. An explosion. Blood and fire. Screaming.*
I wake up screaming at the bottom of a pile of empty beer bottles. I'm covered in sweat, beer, and tears. I roll over onto my stomach and push myself up. I take deep breaths trying to calm myself down.
It's dark o... | I would recognise that hand anywhere, the shape of the callouses, the slender fingers, the tight grip. This was a hand formed by hard labour in the garden every weekend, until I came out with a drink, or she came in with a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers that you ever saw. They always lasted much longer than an... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | Roger was a lot of things, he was an office worker, he was clumsy, he was too picky about his bedsheets and he was an amputee.
People avoided Roger's eyes in stores, which was something he'd never understood. Sure, he caught on that nobody wanted to deal with the awkward of looking at a prosthetic, but his eyes weren'... | I would recognise that hand anywhere, the shape of the callouses, the slender fingers, the tight grip. This was a hand formed by hard labour in the garden every weekend, until I came out with a drink, or she came in with a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers that you ever saw. They always lasted much longer than an... | |
[WP] You're an amputee at the elbow. Your doctor tells you that you might experience Phantom Limb every now and then. But you are not prepared for the moment when a hand tightly holds your missing limb. | Molly often laughed at my stump.
My sister scolded her -- *stop that, don't laugh, that's not nice* -- but I secretly loved it. I was so sick of the averted gazes, hushed whispers, and nauseatingly polite small-talk.
Last time I saw her, she gave me this gem.
"Mommy needs two hands to eat. How do you eat?"
"I trai... | "Andrew," she smiled and punched my shoulder playfully, "Pay attention to the road."
We were on the way back from the casino. Our state didn't allow gambling, so any foray like this one was an adventure. Fifty miles of driving there, and another fifty back. At the least. But it was a tradition in her family, to go to ... | |
[WP] A husband and wife have lost their passion for each other. Secretly, they both look to have an affair online, creating secret identities. They meet each other online, and really hit it off. After a few days of talking, they decide to meet in person for the first time. | Penelope fidgets in her seat, adjusting the hem of the pink dress she'd picked up just a day previous. It's a pretty, sophisticated number, matching the dainty flower pushed into her bun. Daniel would say it looks 'airy fairy'. But this isn't about him. He wouldn't expect her, his meek and timid wife, to even think abo... | Well, shit. Her mouth gaped open as she stared at the man in front of her. "Are you fucking kidding me? You?"
He meekly looked at the ground, not even daring to say a word, realization hitting him.
"How is it that no matter where I go, you're there? I try to get away, I try an affair and you end up showing up and r... | |
[WP] A husband and wife have lost their passion for each other. Secretly, they both look to have an affair online, creating secret identities. They meet each other online, and really hit it off. After a few days of talking, they decide to meet in person for the first time. | Silence reigned over this end of the restaurant. Neither one of them seemed able or willing to start any kind of conversation. They'd probably sat there for half an hour already. Bob just glared at the ceiling lazily. Sophie stared at other people. A couple across the room was having a wonderful evening. She missed tha... | "You're cheating on me?" he asked indignantly.
"No, I'm not. I'm cheating *with* you, apparently," she replied.
"It's not cheating if we don't do something."
"Fine." She pulled a set of handcuffs out of her purse, lashed one side to his wrist and the other to her own. "Now let's go do something."
His eyes widened,... | |
[WP] A husband and wife have lost their passion for each other. Secretly, they both look to have an affair online, creating secret identities. They meet each other online, and really hit it off. After a few days of talking, they decide to meet in person for the first time. | After several days of chatting through the dating site they decided that it was time to finally meet. He asked her all the usual questions: where's your favorite restaurant, what kind of movies do you like, have you seen the latest art exhibit?
He had his reply within minutes. She wanted to meet at a room at the Hol... | "You're cheating on me?" he asked indignantly.
"No, I'm not. I'm cheating *with* you, apparently," she replied.
"It's not cheating if we don't do something."
"Fine." She pulled a set of handcuffs out of her purse, lashed one side to his wrist and the other to her own. "Now let's go do something."
His eyes widened,... | |
[WP] A husband and wife have lost their passion for each other. Secretly, they both look to have an affair online, creating secret identities. They meet each other online, and really hit it off. After a few days of talking, they decide to meet in person for the first time. | Penelope fidgets in her seat, adjusting the hem of the pink dress she'd picked up just a day previous. It's a pretty, sophisticated number, matching the dainty flower pushed into her bun. Daniel would say it looks 'airy fairy'. But this isn't about him. He wouldn't expect her, his meek and timid wife, to even think abo... | "You're cheating on me?" he asked indignantly.
"No, I'm not. I'm cheating *with* you, apparently," she replied.
"It's not cheating if we don't do something."
"Fine." She pulled a set of handcuffs out of her purse, lashed one side to his wrist and the other to her own. "Now let's go do something."
His eyes widened,... | |
[WP] A husband and wife have lost their passion for each other. Secretly, they both look to have an affair online, creating secret identities. They meet each other online, and really hit it off. After a few days of talking, they decide to meet in person for the first time. | The two wine glasses sat on the table, the red wine still swirling.
"So what now?" She asks.
He picks his glass back up, anxious for something to hold, to put between them.
"What. Now." She says again, less of a question, just an urgent whisper.
He sniffs the wine in his glass, a faint smile winking across his fac... | "You're cheating on me?" he asked indignantly.
"No, I'm not. I'm cheating *with* you, apparently," she replied.
"It's not cheating if we don't do something."
"Fine." She pulled a set of handcuffs out of her purse, lashed one side to his wrist and the other to her own. "Now let's go do something."
His eyes widened,... | |
[WP] A husband and wife have lost their passion for each other. Secretly, they both look to have an affair online, creating secret identities. They meet each other online, and really hit it off. After a few days of talking, they decide to meet in person for the first time. | Penelope fidgets in her seat, adjusting the hem of the pink dress she'd picked up just a day previous. It's a pretty, sophisticated number, matching the dainty flower pushed into her bun. Daniel would say it looks 'airy fairy'. But this isn't about him. He wouldn't expect her, his meek and timid wife, to even think abo... | Silence reigned over this end of the restaurant. Neither one of them seemed able or willing to start any kind of conversation. They'd probably sat there for half an hour already. Bob just glared at the ceiling lazily. Sophie stared at other people. A couple across the room was having a wonderful evening. She missed tha... | |
[WP] Is the year 2090 and everyone carries an ear device that instantly translates any language. You married an amazing foreign woman & decide to learn her mother tongue as an act of love, then discover you didn't fall in love with her personality, but with the ear device get-along editing feature. | Sheila smiled at Dan from across the kitchen. She diced the carrots with machine-like precision, barely slowing to glance at her husband. Dan creased his eyebrows in her direction, expressing his exhaustion.
The Xorne's language had never been learned by another species in the galaxy. When Dan took out his ear, Sheila... | There once were two people.
One named 顏毅(yan yi), from Taiwan and one named Бралька (Braylka), from Ukrane.
They met in Taiwan, Бралька was on vacation in Taiwan, and met 顏毅.
They met at a religious ceremony, they both were very religious, and shared the same goals in life.
They knew their own respective parents would... | |
[WP] Is the year 2090 and everyone carries an ear device that instantly translates any language. You married an amazing foreign woman & decide to learn her mother tongue as an act of love, then discover you didn't fall in love with her personality, but with the ear device get-along editing feature. | My wife was always so submissive and it always turned me on. She gave into my carnal needs and would never say no. I even tested a few things that I would never have thought to ask of a lover and still she allowed me. When I would feel guilty about the extent of our sexual adventures, she assured me that she wanted mor... | The beginning was like a Jane Austin novel. There were glances, there was conversation glittering with promises that went beyond the lips. We were in love, and when we discussed marriage it was as clear as day.
They call it the seven year itch, or at least they used to. Now it's more like the seven month itch. His wo... | |
[WP] Is the year 2090 and everyone carries an ear device that instantly translates any language. You married an amazing foreign woman & decide to learn her mother tongue as an act of love, then discover you didn't fall in love with her personality, but with the ear device get-along editing feature. | Luis let out a long sigh as he tapped his fingers on the kitchen table. He shouted something from across the house—there was a pause, and then a soft, soothing voice: “where’s dinner, honey?”
“Coming right up!” I declared, opening the oven door as a wave of heat and rosemary enveloped me. With my oven gloved hands ... | The beginning was like a Jane Austin novel. There were glances, there was conversation glittering with promises that went beyond the lips. We were in love, and when we discussed marriage it was as clear as day.
They call it the seven year itch, or at least they used to. Now it's more like the seven month itch. His wo... | |
[WP] Is the year 2090 and everyone carries an ear device that instantly translates any language. You married an amazing foreign woman & decide to learn her mother tongue as an act of love, then discover you didn't fall in love with her personality, but with the ear device get-along editing feature. | Luis let out a long sigh as he tapped his fingers on the kitchen table. He shouted something from across the house—there was a pause, and then a soft, soothing voice: “where’s dinner, honey?”
“Coming right up!” I declared, opening the oven door as a wave of heat and rosemary enveloped me. With my oven gloved hands ... | My wife was always so submissive and it always turned me on. She gave into my carnal needs and would never say no. I even tested a few things that I would never have thought to ask of a lover and still she allowed me. When I would feel guilty about the extent of our sexual adventures, she assured me that she wanted mor... | |
[WP] Is the year 2090 and everyone carries an ear device that instantly translates any language. You married an amazing foreign woman & decide to learn her mother tongue as an act of love, then discover you didn't fall in love with her personality, but with the ear device get-along editing feature. | Luis let out a long sigh as he tapped his fingers on the kitchen table. He shouted something from across the house—there was a pause, and then a soft, soothing voice: “where’s dinner, honey?”
“Coming right up!” I declared, opening the oven door as a wave of heat and rosemary enveloped me. With my oven gloved hands ... | "French seems a lot more *harsh* than I remember it..."
The thought crossed my mind as my wonderful wife spoke to my family. She seemed to be being a bit more abrupt than she needed to be - but I figured it was just a mistranslation on my part.
I was still learning the language, after all. My little secret.
I turne... | |
[WP] If you do this,they'll never stop being afraid of you. | That’s what I said to her.
«Fear of the unknown is preservation. They are right to be afraid, their actions make sense, “she said. Then she pulled back her hood and strode forward.
I wanted to argue, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t bring myself to follow her. *They’re wrong*, I would’ve said. *Let them die*, I did sa... | At the foot of the hill, Ogachi Village burned and Kaori watched. For two years, Kaori had lived in the village and no one knew her name. They called her Sakura. To them, she was a widow who sold vegetables from her small garden. She was loved and respected - not feared. Why would anyone have reason to fear her?
"If y... | |
[WP] If you do this,they'll never stop being afraid of you. | That’s what I said to her.
«Fear of the unknown is preservation. They are right to be afraid, their actions make sense, “she said. Then she pulled back her hood and strode forward.
I wanted to argue, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t bring myself to follow her. *They’re wrong*, I would’ve said. *Let them die*, I did sa... | Nora nuzzled into the fur of the Great Beast as it lay sleeping next to the fire she had built for them. This creature looked as though someone had crossed a bear and a dog together and turned it into a giant. It's paws and ears were large and disproportionate to the body, too. Although no one had seen the likes of thi... | |
[WP] The World is ending. It's been proven by scientists everywhere. A meteor is heading to Earth. The day of the impact, millions of people are present, waiting in the desert around the soon-to-be impact zone. Suddenly, with minutes to go, a man in a cape steps forward and cracks his knuckles. | It's been a good run.
I mean, of course I'm goddamn terrified at the prospect of a giant meteorite hurdling itself into the planet at an unreasonably high velocity, but it's been a good run.
And besides, this Doomsday-esque situation has actually brought us all together. We bonded more in a couple of hours than we ha... | Upon first inspection of this man everyone around me laughs. "He looks like a complete idiot!" yelled one man before gasping for breath. I couldn't see what they mean't he looked pretty heroic to me, maybe it was his outfit. He looked a bit odd with his red cleaning gloves, white cape, and yellow pajamas. But nonethele... | |
[WP] Your young daughter is a magic prodigy with summoning powers. Despite you being normal, when she's in danger she keeps summoning you first. | “I’ll take a bushel of cucumbers, a loaf of bread, two barrels of mead, and one cheese wheel,” I told the grocer in the market square.
It was hot in town that day. My neck had reddened after being beaten by the sun all day as I sold my wares and purchased those of others. Evading the busier purveyors, I made effici... | > I had told her the first time she summoned me "I want you to know that because I am not normal by human standards but by intergalactic standards, I'm not allowed to hurt anyone. I may only observe as long as I'm not directly intervening the outcome of something the Gods want to happen." She was always a smart one,... | |
[WP] It is the 22nd century. A vessel has been dispatched from Earth to investigate a far away world theorized to be the home of a pre-space flight civilization. After a decade of stasis, the crew finds a backlog of urgent messages from Earth instructing them to do one thing: run. | 2183 CE
JUNE
She stands at the front of the room, still and silent.
Slivers of light from a distant star filter in through the main windows of the flight deck, bathing the room in a soft silvery hue. It’s a beautiful day. Small, idyllic asteroids slowly drift across the emblazoned celestial skies, every once in awhi... | The comms were almost overloaded with distress signals and emergency broadcasts from the space stations orbiting earth. Earth's very own distress signal, referred to as "Code 0" and only used when Earth is in a state of absolute danger, had also shown up in the log.
"What happened?!" Asked Captain Edwards.
"I don't kn... | |
[WP] It is the 22nd century. A vessel has been dispatched from Earth to investigate a far away world theorized to be the home of a pre-space flight civilization. After a decade of stasis, the crew finds a backlog of urgent messages from Earth instructing them to do one thing: run. | The line between empty space and a solar system is subtle. Thousands of sensors dotting the ships periphery, like neurons of a system, calmly watched for signs of this change for over a hundred years. The central computer ran its daily logs, diagnostics, checks, and so on, in its own synthetic version of avoiding insan... | The comms were almost overloaded with distress signals and emergency broadcasts from the space stations orbiting earth. Earth's very own distress signal, referred to as "Code 0" and only used when Earth is in a state of absolute danger, had also shown up in the log.
"What happened?!" Asked Captain Edwards.
"I don't kn... | |
[WP] It is the 22nd century. A vessel has been dispatched from Earth to investigate a far away world theorized to be the home of a pre-space flight civilization. After a decade of stasis, the crew finds a backlog of urgent messages from Earth instructing them to do one thing: run. | I was the last to awake, and awake I did. The other Aeronauts slipped into this strange, new world like slippers after a warm night's rest, but I was Lazarus; emerging like a man reborn.
My eyes snapped open, and my other senses followed stampeding: smell, taste, touch, all of it hit me like a callous double-slap into... | The comms were almost overloaded with distress signals and emergency broadcasts from the space stations orbiting earth. Earth's very own distress signal, referred to as "Code 0" and only used when Earth is in a state of absolute danger, had also shown up in the log.
"What happened?!" Asked Captain Edwards.
"I don't kn... | |
[WP] It is the 22nd century. A vessel has been dispatched from Earth to investigate a far away world theorized to be the home of a pre-space flight civilization. After a decade of stasis, the crew finds a backlog of urgent messages from Earth instructing them to do one thing: run. | I awoke from cryosleep with a pounding headache and a blaring voice telling me to report to the helm every 15 seconds. A silent alarm painted the walls with brilliant flashes of red, just what a man with a migraine needed. What a way to welcome someone back to reality. I eased myself out the creche and did a few calist... | The comms were almost overloaded with distress signals and emergency broadcasts from the space stations orbiting earth. Earth's very own distress signal, referred to as "Code 0" and only used when Earth is in a state of absolute danger, had also shown up in the log.
"What happened?!" Asked Captain Edwards.
"I don't kn... | |
[WP] Three strangers, bound by destiny. A mad king. A broken soldier. A cunning thief. | Once upon a time, there was a peaceful little kingdom in a land far away. Let’s call it Apathia.
Now, the King of Apathia found himself in a bit of an embarrassing situation. It was a situation that led from embarrassment to anger, from anger to outrage, and from outrage to outright war. The legions of Apathia’s forc... | "Who is she?"
Hilary Flint cocked a glance at the dark haired woman busy currycombing her horse, and frowned.
"No one," he said. "No one you should concern yourself with at least."
Faith smirked and stirred at her bowl of stew. "It sounds like she knows you very well. One might even think you two were lovers."
"Ch... | |
[WP] Write a story that contains a huge plot hole, and try to sneak it past the reader. The bigger the plot hole the better. | Troy ecstatically led his clients upstairs to the master bedroom.
"Oh yes! The master bedroom is absolutely gorgeous; you'll find that almost everything in the room will be to your liking, Mr. Johnson," said Troy reassuringly.
"Almost? What do you mean by almost everything?" inquired Johnson.
"Well I will need t... | Nola stood, thin and weak, in the well lit hospital hallway. Dirty, skintight jeans clung to her legs, a loose shirt covered her frame, and she had on a pair of worn flat tops. Her hair, blonde and stringy, was held back in a messy bun. Nola shivered, and walked down the hallway, the scent of antiseptic and ammonia fil... | |
[WP] Write a story that contains a huge plot hole, and try to sneak it past the reader. The bigger the plot hole the better. | Troy ecstatically led his clients upstairs to the master bedroom.
"Oh yes! The master bedroom is absolutely gorgeous; you'll find that almost everything in the room will be to your liking, Mr. Johnson," said Troy reassuringly.
"Almost? What do you mean by almost everything?" inquired Johnson.
"Well I will need t... | She stumbled through the door, fully aware her last breath of free air was running dangerously low in her lungs. First period. Day one, here we fucking go. Taking the back corner seat was *crucial*. Alex booked it, taking a gamble that her awkward limbs would make the trip. Success! Window seat, too. So far so good, ma... | |
[WP] You are a psychologist. You've been evaluating two new schizophrenic patients recently and you slowly begin to realize that the voice inside their head is the same one. | My consciousness reaches its sleepiness attention at the banality of my clients. I've always tried to keep the sessions of the two patients with similar conditions distant so as to not let the monotony of it pierce through my attention for them both. But it could not be helped today. The two schizophrenic patients, the... | They both said the same thing session after session. I had thought it a prank at first. Maybe two friends deciding to pull my leg for some unfathomable reason. The private eye, I hired, told me there was no connection between the two. They had arrived at different times to the station and worked in different department... | |
[WP] An advanced alien civilization discovers the Voyager probe drifting through their space. After extracting the contents of the Golden Record, they experience an entirely new form of art they had never conceptualized: Music. | Our scientists called it an "evolutionary anomaly". It had been nearly two million cycles since our species had developed a hearing sense, after thousands of generations and naturally occurring mutations. We used it to complement the other senses, as do all other lifeforms endowed with it, as far as we are aware, to li... | The cold light from above shines down onto the Golden Record. An alien, Gorglax, a rather dull specimen of her kind, has her dozen of eyes fixated on it. She picks up her communicator nearby and reads her instructions for today for the twelfth time.
'Discover the contents inside - Report back.'
With a sigh, she leans... | |
[WP] Two years into the zombie apocalypse you're still alive. Till now you've only been dealing with walkers, until one day, you see one running full sprint at you. | (Kinda long. My apologies.)
Day 687:
I hope you are reading this before it’s too late. If I’ve survived this long – God, it’s been almost two years – then better people have made it longer, I’m sure.
Whoever you are, please, read this to the end. This entry, at least. It’s important. It’s why I’m not here anymore.
I... | I huddled down in my sleeping bag, trying to bury myself deep enough in the thermal lining that the cold night air would stop bothering me.
I’d been a little apprehensive about bringing the bag up here. If Hutch had known that I’d planned on napping whilst I was supposed to be on watch I’d never hear the end of it. W... | |
[WP] Two years into the zombie apocalypse you're still alive. Till now you've only been dealing with walkers, until one day, you see one running full sprint at you. | Diary Entry 631:
The time is 8pm, date is the 16th of March, 1992. Was out most of the day. I don't even know why I bother. There's no more food, drinkable water or any form of supplies left in the whole entire fucking city. I've either taken them all, or they're out of date. I'm planning on leaving the city. I've go... | Reluctantly crouched at the property line,
Artireys pumping and thumping in time.
The pourch light flashes, the guns go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the blood.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the wires.
Their prowess is poten... | |
[WP] No twists. No secret universe tie in. It's a normal day for you, just as regular as any other. This day is also the happiest day of your life. | Your eyes open as the first rays of sunlight peek through your blinds.
You look over at Sarah.
She is still fast asleep.
She’s so beautiful. To this day, you have no idea how you landed someone like her.
You try to get up from the bed without waking her, but she wakes up anyway, and wraps her arms around your waist... | Aaron woke up before dawn to the sound of his three year old dog's tail smacking flatly against the door. From experience he knew it was about five thirty in the morning. It was so regular at this point that he didn't even set an alarm any more. He rolled away from his wife Jennifer and continued rolling out of bed. As... | |
[WP] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc. You, a regular person, are essentially their superhuman. | I'm not sure how I got here, maybe a warp of time and space or some cosmic being's intervention, but in any case, I ended up on this planet the natives call Genius. Luckily for me, the people looked just as human as Earth, and even spoke English so blending in was quite easy. However, Genius did have some differences. ... | Type 3 Sentient life report, low density anomaly; full logs.
--------------------Zeno life studies ID accepted, unencrypting----------------
3/29/3303- Federal Report, Commander Inara
I was sitting in my pilot chair, browsing the galactic web with my emergency Ansible. Not that I was in an emergency or anything, it... | |
[WP] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc. You, a regular person, are essentially their superhuman. | The Aluminator tapped his foil covered fingertips together, in glee."You've done well to survive all my traps so far, Normal Man...not that it will do you any good now".
*Sigh. He put a lot of work into this, I'll humor him.*
"You seemed to shrug off the wet towel dropped from seven feet up, and you defeated ten of m... | I hate my bed. Essential to my sound sleep is the facility to toss around, keep fidgeting this way and that, until I find that sweet spot that lulls me to a slumber.
The bed I was on, coloured a horrific pink, was the second one given to me. The first, a horrid green one, came apart in pieces on the third toss of my e... | |
[WP] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc. You, a regular person, are essentially their superhuman. | I'm not sure how I got here, maybe a warp of time and space or some cosmic being's intervention, but in any case, I ended up on this planet the natives call Genius. Luckily for me, the people looked just as human as Earth, and even spoke English so blending in was quite easy. However, Genius did have some differences. ... | I hate my bed. Essential to my sound sleep is the facility to toss around, keep fidgeting this way and that, until I find that sweet spot that lulls me to a slumber.
The bed I was on, coloured a horrific pink, was the second one given to me. The first, a horrid green one, came apart in pieces on the third toss of my e... | |
[WP] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc. You, a regular person, are essentially their superhuman. | Day 28
I think I'm blending in. I never thought that being so careful would be so difficult. I have to tread lightly, literally, so I don't destroy their roads. Still can't believe that I'm here; that here exists. I've spent much of this first month homeless, but I got lucky today. Good things will follow. They must.
... | I hate my bed. Essential to my sound sleep is the facility to toss around, keep fidgeting this way and that, until I find that sweet spot that lulls me to a slumber.
The bed I was on, coloured a horrific pink, was the second one given to me. The first, a horrid green one, came apart in pieces on the third toss of my e... | |
[WP] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc. You, a regular person, are essentially their superhuman. | Day 28
I think I'm blending in. I never thought that being so careful would be so difficult. I have to tread lightly, literally, so I don't destroy their roads. Still can't believe that I'm here; that here exists. I've spent much of this first month homeless, but I got lucky today. Good things will follow. They must.
... | To say they were shocked was an understatement.
To say I was shocked would be hardly telling the truth.
I had fallen asleep at the command of my starcraft, a small spaceship capable of going supersonic speeds. Luckily, the starcraft had recognized the impending atmosphere and had slowed down a great deal before activat... | |
[WP] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc. You, a regular person, are essentially their superhuman. | It's been 3 years since I've landed here on Vandu. Long story short, I arrived here through falling into a space-time portal in the school’s football field. I wouldn’t say I miss Earth, there really wasn’t much for me to miss anyway, being an average student, socially awkward, constantly bullied and bad at sports. Than... | To say they were shocked was an understatement.
To say I was shocked would be hardly telling the truth.
I had fallen asleep at the command of my starcraft, a small spaceship capable of going supersonic speeds. Luckily, the starcraft had recognized the impending atmosphere and had slowed down a great deal before activat... | |
[WP] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc. You, a regular person, are essentially their superhuman. | Day 28
I think I'm blending in. I never thought that being so careful would be so difficult. I have to tread lightly, literally, so I don't destroy their roads. Still can't believe that I'm here; that here exists. I've spent much of this first month homeless, but I got lucky today. Good things will follow. They must.
... | "The stars flew past me like little cosmic pebbles as I helplessly careened through space, my escape pod destined to become my coffin.
In desperation, I tried to radio the mother ship, but to no avail. A faulty ship? Sabotage? A mistake on my part? Unfortunately, it looks like no one can say for sure, although it's st... | |
[WP] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc. You, a regular person, are essentially their superhuman. | It's been 3 years since I've landed here on Vandu. Long story short, I arrived here through falling into a space-time portal in the school’s football field. I wouldn’t say I miss Earth, there really wasn’t much for me to miss anyway, being an average student, socially awkward, constantly bullied and bad at sports. Than... | "The stars flew past me like little cosmic pebbles as I helplessly careened through space, my escape pod destined to become my coffin.
In desperation, I tried to radio the mother ship, but to no avail. A faulty ship? Sabotage? A mistake on my part? Unfortunately, it looks like no one can say for sure, although it's st... | |
[WP] You crash land onto a planet where everyone is weak as hell and everything is made of soft material like cardboard and styrofoam etc. You, a regular person, are essentially their superhuman. | It's been 3 years since I've landed here on Vandu. Long story short, I arrived here through falling into a space-time portal in the school’s football field. I wouldn’t say I miss Earth, there really wasn’t much for me to miss anyway, being an average student, socially awkward, constantly bullied and bad at sports. Than... | Being famous used to be fun, but that was when I was synonymous with good fame. Now it's only destruction and pain.
I woke up on the ISS Stellar to find the alarms blaring and crew freaking out. We were going down quick and nothing could be done. We crashed, and as I rose from the rubble I could see the crew laying, ... | |
[WP] The world ended in 2199. Mountains crumbled, oceans boiled, but man survived. Three great cities were constructed, one deep in the earth, one deep in the sea, another in orbit. After 300 years, the survivors emerge and confront one another. | Plainly speaking, three hundred years isn’t even a blip on the geological time scale. Really, it’s not even a sneeze. It’s more like the first fluttering of a sneeze, a terrible itching inside the sinuses that pricks at the edges of the mind.
The fact remains, though, that three centuries to humans is quite a long tim... | His smooth oily skin shone in the bloody gleam of the rising sun. His wide staring eyes burned into my own. A pair of frilled ears flared by the side of his head. "Cho! Ya think yaself betta tan us, skyman?"
"Not at all. I merely suggest that we could learn a thing or two by cooperating."
"Look at ya! Ya be skinny an... | |
[WP] Every planet in our solar system has a "champion" being that takes on the attributes of the planet itself. The "champion" from the sun has created an army to destroy the planets and the 8 (or 9) champions must save the solar system. | Pluto sighed as he checked his watch, he hated being late to his first Astral Summon, but it wasn’t his fault that his travel to the Astral Temple wasn’t as short as the others’. Warily, he enter the room, where the other Avatars sat. Arguments were already filling the room. Quietly, Pluto slinked to his throne, smalle... | It was the dawn of a new era.
With a blinding flash of light, the champion of the solstice crashed to Earth. He was a fearsome foe - his golden armor glistened, his shield was emblazoned with the mark of the Chosen, and his sword was forged from the molten lava of the sun itself.
He picked himself up and looked arou... | |
[WP] Every planet in our solar system has a "champion" being that takes on the attributes of the planet itself. The "champion" from the sun has created an army to destroy the planets and the 8 (or 9) champions must save the solar system. | Mercury took the front lines. Swift, fearless, and the most experienced with his stolen Sunfire, he was always the first into battle. His astral form spun and looped through space wildly, weaving between the Flare Beasts as he cut them down.
"There's too many of them!"
Cloud-wreathed Venus followed behind him to pr... | "Halt, Star Horde menace! Or you shall answer to the Champions! Let it be known to you that we count among our ranks the great champion of Earth, William!"
Millions of light creatures stopped in their tracks. Disturbed dust plumes rose and blotted out their home orb above. Cydonia had never seen so much movement in on... | |
[WP] Every planet in our solar system has a "champion" being that takes on the attributes of the planet itself. The "champion" from the sun has created an army to destroy the planets and the 8 (or 9) champions must save the solar system. | Mercury took the front lines. Swift, fearless, and the most experienced with his stolen Sunfire, he was always the first into battle. His astral form spun and looped through space wildly, weaving between the Flare Beasts as he cut them down.
"There's too many of them!"
Cloud-wreathed Venus followed behind him to pr... | "Fission.... Blast!"
A bright wave shoots across the plains, hitting an oversized boulder. The boulder shatters into a million pieces with a deafening blast, sending the figures behind it scurrying for safety.
Mercury, a short and stoutly guy, screams at the girl next to him, wrapped in a bubble of sulfuric acid, Ve... | |
[WP] Every planet in our solar system has a "champion" being that takes on the attributes of the planet itself. The "champion" from the sun has created an army to destroy the planets and the 8 (or 9) champions must save the solar system. | The heart of the sun is one full of pride. Naturally, the worlds revolve around it.
"Men!" Helios yells, his voice stretching across the cosmos. "Women, servants, and Knights of the Sun." He looks forward, to see an endless march of warriors, prepared for death. His left-hand runs through the tendrils of thick light h... | "Fission.... Blast!"
A bright wave shoots across the plains, hitting an oversized boulder. The boulder shatters into a million pieces with a deafening blast, sending the figures behind it scurrying for safety.
Mercury, a short and stoutly guy, screams at the girl next to him, wrapped in a bubble of sulfuric acid, Ve... | |
[WP] You have reincarnated in world where there are heroes, dragons and demons and you are villager number 231. | My eyes open. I’m not dead.
"Welcome back," a soothing voice announces. I sit up and look around.
I'm wearing a white gown. I'm in a white room on a white bed.
"What the hell?" I say sitting up. I look around expecting to see the woman whose voice I'm hearing. "Is this heaven or the hospital?"
"The staff of Purga... | A dragon thudded across the picket fence as a winged demigod flew into the horizon steady on his tail. The dragon was grievously wounded but would not go down without a fight. He mustered all his strength and bellowed as he rained fire in his vicinity. Our hero was well prepared for this as he dodged the dragons attack... | |
[WP] You have reincarnated in world where there are heroes, dragons and demons and you are villager number 231. | I'm Villager number 231.
No, that's not actually my name. My given name in this world is Elric Sandgather, son of Wursal Sandgather. Before that I had a very different sort of title, but Villager number 231 is how I like to think of myself nowadays. There's some humor involved, so it's not all self-deprecating.
A maj... | A dragon thudded across the picket fence as a winged demigod flew into the horizon steady on his tail. The dragon was grievously wounded but would not go down without a fight. He mustered all his strength and bellowed as he rained fire in his vicinity. Our hero was well prepared for this as he dodged the dragons attack... | |
[WP] You have reincarnated in world where there are heroes, dragons and demons and you are villager number 231. | I'm Villager number 231.
No, that's not actually my name. My given name in this world is Elric Sandgather, son of Wursal Sandgather. Before that I had a very different sort of title, but Villager number 231 is how I like to think of myself nowadays. There's some humor involved, so it's not all self-deprecating.
A maj... | "Ahhh the good old days."
_Clink! Clink!_
"I remember the first dragon I slew. Its breath, hotter than the sun, scorching my armor as I blocked the fiery blast with my shield. And just when he sputtered out his last fireball, I batted it back with my sword, stunning him long enough to shove my blade through his eye. ... | |
[WP] While at a black-tie dinner party you feel a light brush against the back of your hand. When you look, you see Death as he walks by and he says, "Don't worry, I'm not here for you...." | "Wait, was that death's touch, or a brush with death?" you shout. You hear a hollow rasping that you take for laughter, but death doesn't stop, or even glance back at you.
You look down at your hand. It is numb and tingly, but otherwise appears normal. You finish your drink and set it half on, half off the bistro tabl... | "Please, state what happened from the beginning, for the record," the Armed Cohyr instructed. "And be impartial if you can." It was looking over at its once-comrade through a thin energy shield.
The cell recorded its prisoner's story:
"The Local Galactic Summit began. Leaders and/or Acting Representatives of various... | |
[WP] A male and female serial killer meet on a dating site, not knowing each other's dark intentions to murder their date. It gets awkward once they realize what the other is really doing. | Janet has a mathematically perfect ponytail. That's all he can focus on. And she's looking at his face, so they weren't lying, visker have teeth like sharks. She's always wanted a visker tooth necklace. Wear it out places, people will assume it's a shark tooth and she's some California actress who stopped being pretty ... | "Tell me about your interests."
"Oh, you know, I like to collect knives. I have about 40 total. Aside from that I also like...science." He smiled devilishly.
"What kind of science?"
"Just some chemistry. Different chemicals and their affects on the human body, and stuff like that."
"What, like chloroform?"
"G... | |
[WP] A male and female serial killer meet on a dating site, not knowing each other's dark intentions to murder their date. It gets awkward once they realize what the other is really doing. | Janet has a mathematically perfect ponytail. That's all he can focus on. And she's looking at his face, so they weren't lying, visker have teeth like sharks. She's always wanted a visker tooth necklace. Wear it out places, people will assume it's a shark tooth and she's some California actress who stopped being pretty ... | >>>Kyle SUPER liked you<<<
K: Hey. So you’re a selective vegetarian, huh?
S: Hi. Yeah, I don’t believe in the structure of slaughter plants. I only eat meat from animals I know where they come from. Most of the time I kill what I eat.
K: So like some sexy redneck chick that hunts game?
S: Kind of... | |
[WP] A male and female serial killer meet on a dating site, not knowing each other's dark intentions to murder their date. It gets awkward once they realize what the other is really doing. | Dalton was eagerly anticipating his next victim. He'd found her on Match.Com - much like most his other 'exploits' - and she seemed perfect for the bill: quirky, pretty and qualified. It was just the sort of woman he loved to find.
He dressed for the occasion; to kill, that was. A faux black suit, with a fake red tie... | *CerealMan has now connected with CerealLady*
CerealMan: Well this must be fate!
CerealLady: It might be, depending on what YOUR favourite cereal is.
CerealMan: Oh, have others tried and failed with you?
CerealLady: Many have tried. So go on CerealMan, tell me what you eat in the morning.
CerealMan: See, now the... | |
[WP] In a world where they are illegal you are called to prove that the pun was not intended | John sat waiting for his case number to be called. The wait became torturous, as he was a busy man with a lot to do, and it was a simple, accidental pun. As he sat and waited as other preliminary hearings proceeded, seemingly at random, John became incensed. Finally, he stood, and shouted, "Is there an order in this co... | "Nein, your honor. Ze pun was not intended. I am German, you see. Ze German people are portrayed as unfunny, but our humor is usually subtle, and it is nearly impossible to make puns in German, as everysing zounds like a bad sneeze to begin with."
So it sometimes happens that our innate love of subtle humor comes out ... | |
[WP] In a world where they are illegal you are called to prove that the pun was not intended | I stepped out of my old battered jalopy and lifted my jacket collar to protect my exposed neck from the biting wind and rain. In front of me was a young man being held down by four NYPD gorillas in starched blue shirts, waiting for the meat wagon to show up. The area was already taped off, but an officer saw me coming ... | "Nein, your honor. Ze pun was not intended. I am German, you see. Ze German people are portrayed as unfunny, but our humor is usually subtle, and it is nearly impossible to make puns in German, as everysing zounds like a bad sneeze to begin with."
So it sometimes happens that our innate love of subtle humor comes out ... | |
[WP] In a world where they are illegal you are called to prove that the pun was not intended | I stepped out of my old battered jalopy and lifted my jacket collar to protect my exposed neck from the biting wind and rain. In front of me was a young man being held down by four NYPD gorillas in starched blue shirts, waiting for the meat wagon to show up. The area was already taped off, but an officer saw me coming ... | John sat waiting for his case number to be called. The wait became torturous, as he was a busy man with a lot to do, and it was a simple, accidental pun. As he sat and waited as other preliminary hearings proceeded, seemingly at random, John became incensed. Finally, he stood, and shouted, "Is there an order in this co... | |
[WP] The old Narrator has stepped out of the office for five minutes, you are the intern and something amazing in the story is about to go down. | *Oh my God. It's about to go down now and the boss isn't here to see it.*
Here we see the common highway bandit, *highwayticus baditicus* lying in wait. The bandit is a pack creature by nature, and several more can be spotted nearby camouflaged in the foliage. Generally considered only a threat to lesser prey this is ... | Oh *Christ* is this thing hot?!
The one time the old man decides to get his own damn coffee and I'm stuck with the repercussions of a lunatic with an itchy trigger finger.
Whelp, Ma thought I wasn't suited for the spotlight but I guess I'm here to prove her wrong.
Folks, I'm sorry if I disappoint but these velvet t... | |
Doesn't have to be superheroes. | [WP] The Hero and Villain are trapped, with no hope of escape, and a timer counting down till they die. They have an honest and heartfelt conversation. | "Why did you do it?" came the question as the clock ticks in the middle of the impenetrable room, Emperor Cardinal lifts his head and turns towards the other side of the room and looks at Stargirl who scowls at him and repeats herself, "Why did you turn to crime."
Emperor Cardinal purses his lips and looks away, his e... | Conversation breaks down the strongest barriers.
“Staring at me isn’t going to make this better Daniel,” Cole said.
The two men were enclosed in a steel vault; a result of their latest conflict in Arleta
“That’s not my name,” the man snarled back
“Oh yeah, what do you go by now, X is it?”
He stayed silent.
“God da... |
Doesn't have to be superheroes. | [WP] The Hero and Villain are trapped, with no hope of escape, and a timer counting down till they die. They have an honest and heartfelt conversation. | They sat on opposite sides of the room; two forces, having spent their entire lives in unrelenting conflict, now fated to die whilst staring at one another. Aristice coughed as he felt the walls of the room begin to close in around him and Gael, clutching at his red cloak as he felt his chest uncomfortably constrict. K... | "Well you should've chosen a better means of making money.", Teddy spat.
That seems to linger in the Bloodman for a while, before it passed out of memory.
"Did you hear me? I despise *parasites* like you."
The Bloodman's eyes flashed over Teddy's green suit, placated with honourable declarations.
"If I lived my li... |
Just how many worlds are in trouble anyway?!
(Not summoned to the same world every time. It is just that it is the same save the world scenario every time.) | [WP] Just like in the cliché setting, you have been summoned into a fantasy world to defeat the demon king, save the world, blablabla... honestly, this happens at least twice a month, and it is getting very, very tedious to keep redoing the exact same questline over and over again... | Deep in the dark moody mists that shrouded the jagged mountain peaks, a skeleton slouched on the golden throne in the middle of the audience room. The skeleton wore a rich dark robe the colour of the night sky with a deep crimson red cloth in the shape of flames that enveloped the edges, giving the skeleton the impress... | -------------------------------------------
A sturdily built man sat on an old mahogany bench that stood lonesome on a rocky shore. The bench was positioned seemingly close to the edge of the rocky shore, and the silky ocean was dancing rhythmically in the horizon. The man’s white shirt was torn apart from the traces o... |
Inspired by [this prompt.](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/62iaz5/wp_write_a_horror_story_difficulty_the/) I thought this would be harder. Sorry if there's already too many similar to this out there | [WP] Write a horror story, but the story takes place in full daylight. | The silence wakes me. Pain and the smell of burning flesh - my own - jerks me out of a stupor - the scorching ground forces my animal body to its feet before my mind can catch up. I dare not open my eyes, the bright redness visible through my eyelids and the ache - god the pain - reminiscent of looking up to the sun on... | Tina was young, pretty, and smart. She was the perfect girl. Every one wanted to be her, every one wanted to be near her. Where ever she went she made people feel happy.
It was a wonderful morning, the sun was out, traffic was light. People walked about with a spring in there step. Tina was one of those people, she w... |
Inspired by [this prompt.](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/62iaz5/wp_write_a_horror_story_difficulty_the/) I thought this would be harder. Sorry if there's already too many similar to this out there | [WP] Write a horror story, but the story takes place in full daylight. | "God, such a mess. Why does she do this to me?" The man asked, sweeping the broken plates into a dustpan with a small broom. His eyes were still sore, red from lack of sleep, and exhausted from screaming. But the fight was over for now, and he was alone at home, waiting for her to cool down before making up.
Again.
... | Sometimes the most horrific things are made worse when they happen in plain sight. It leaves nothing to the imagination. Its raw, unshielded horror.
The Greengage Psycho was no serial killer. He didn't care about making his murders an art form. He didn't care about the police, or witnesses. He didn't care about making... |
Inspired by [this prompt.](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/62iaz5/wp_write_a_horror_story_difficulty_the/) I thought this would be harder. Sorry if there's already too many similar to this out there | [WP] Write a horror story, but the story takes place in full daylight. | *I was going to propose.*
I can see the spot, too. Straight ahead, the beautiful grove of flowering trees I had chosen to frame the much-anticipated question. From there, the view of the valley and distant mountains is breathtaking, as long as you don't look down.
I wish I had looked down. My eyes fixed on a radiant ... | Sometimes the most horrific things are made worse when they happen in plain sight. It leaves nothing to the imagination. Its raw, unshielded horror.
The Greengage Psycho was no serial killer. He didn't care about making his murders an art form. He didn't care about the police, or witnesses. He didn't care about making... |
[WP] Write a story from the perspective of anyone, in a world where superheros are slowly becoming obsolete as the army is slowly becoming advanced enough to deal with any threats. | "We looked up to them, figuratively and literally. We used to praise their work and thank them for the good work they did. We used to love them and we thought they loved us back. We thought they'd never leave us or turn against us. Some of us even considered them to be gods. After all, how else would a child view a man... | My feet dangled. I felt the cool breeze slide between my toes as I stared into the Great Star, hoping to burn away all feelings of remorse. I squeezed the dry, scratchy thatch of the rooftop and exhaled softly, hoping to release this enormous weight on my shoulders. I clenched my body tightly, every tendon and ligament... | |
[WP] It's a murder mystery... except every character has a name which explicitly states their role in the story (e.g. Traitor, Good Guy, Victim), AND they are aware of this. Subvert expectations. | "He's dead!" screamed Red Shirt.
"We don't know that." replied Mannslaughter. "Check his pulse."
"There's a knife in his chest." said the Blind One. "Pretty sure he's dead."
"How would YOU know that, blindy, unless YOU put it there! Kill her!" Liara yelled.
"And we're supposed to believe you, Liar." SceptiCal retor... | Here we begin our story at an old mansion. Y’know the obvious setting for a murder story. There’s rain outside so they can’t get home. Y’know what? Who the hell even cares about rain these days , there’s actually a blizzard instead. Yeah. That’ll do it.
“You really say ‘y’know’ way too much Narrator”, said The Hot Chi... | |
[WP] The first human spaceship as reached deep space. The astronauts in the ship felt they were prepared for anything, until they get pulled over for intergalactic speeding. | Captain Dirk stood terrified as he stared at the monitor. An object was speeding towards his ship, and his intelligence officer confirmed it was 100% unnatural, something engineered. Captain Dirk was the head of a small team of 7 manning the first ever deep space vessel. Using new graviton propulsion, the ship could re... | As distant stars made steady streams of light on every side of the small ship - colloquially named "Galileo" by Captain Keller - a soothing female voice spoke from all around the two passengers.
"Congratulations, gentlemen. We have reached the one light year mark. You two have made history. The first spacecraft to ac... | |
[WP] The first human spaceship as reached deep space. The astronauts in the ship felt they were prepared for anything, until they get pulled over for intergalactic speeding. | The captain of the vessel sat at the complicated ship's controls and felt pretty useless. They had been going at a constant velocity for the past few months. He wasn't sure why he kept up the pretense, but he still sat at the controls occasionally. Mostly he read. Anything to pass the time. He had gotten so bored over ... | As distant stars made steady streams of light on every side of the small ship - colloquially named "Galileo" by Captain Keller - a soothing female voice spoke from all around the two passengers.
"Congratulations, gentlemen. We have reached the one light year mark. You two have made history. The first spacecraft to ac... | |
[WP]Warriors from all ages have been gathered for a grand tournament, using the weapons of their time. You aren't sure why you were chosen, or why you are armed with a cellphone. | The stadium floor seemed to quake with the vibrations of the crowd's roar as I was ejected into The Battledome. Above, blocking the sky from view and trapping me with a thousand bloodthirsty spectators was a thick netting of barbed wire, hissing with electricity. The metal grating under my feet trembled with their mani... | We're each armed with a thing that came from our epoch
(I feel bad for the guy who's just armed with a rock)
The catch is, of each thing there can only be one,
And the chick from last century already picked "gun".
But I've found the loophole; there's no way I can lose!
"It's the Samsung Galaxy Note 7 I choose!" | |
[WP]Warriors from all ages have been gathered for a grand tournament, using the weapons of their time. You aren't sure why you were chosen, or why you are armed with a cellphone. | I
The hard-packed dirt rushes up to greet me as I'm shocked awake by a cacophony of light and sound, dust flies up my nostrils as I land heavily in the midst of a tightly packed group of strangely dressed individuals.
"Well would you lookie here! It's a new guy!"
Dozens of hands grab me, wrenching me upright and bru... | I looked around at all the warriors around me. Many shirtless. Holding spears and swords and maces that look brand new even though they must have been thousands of years old. I was different than all of these people surrounding me. It's not just because I was holding my iPhone instead of a murder device. It was because... | |
[WP] You walk into an elevator with a man looking at his watch, looking to be in a hurry. Once you step in, he mutters, "You don't matter much to the timeline", and grabs you. | *You don’t matter much to the timeline*
That’s what he said in the elevator just as he grabbed me. Then, the world sort of just streaked away. When everything resolved back to normality again, when all the streaks of light and color came back into focus, we weren’t on the elevator any more. There was nothing normal th... | I got in an argument with my wife that morning. I came home late that night prior, I was out with buddies just having a drink.
I flopped down on the bed at 2 a.m. My wife didn't say anything, but I knew she was awake. I laid awake all night, thinking of what will happen in the morning. I love my wife. She's all I have... | |
[WP] "Never turn your back to the audience" is the first rule of theatre. Most people think it's so the audience can see the actors face, but the reality is completely different | "The stage play opens a window into another world.
I used to just think that was a corny saying of my theater professor, and it probably was, but I've come to appreciate, just how real it was, since then.
It happened to me when I was in college, after years of playing minor characters and supporting roles I had fin... | "Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you to Asher for his first appearance" the announcer spoke into the black and 80's styled looking microphone.
*clapping from the audience*
As the announcer walked off the small box "stage" painted in a dark color of grey, a young man looking to be in his 20's walk... | |
[WP] A supervillain and superhero discover that their children are dating each other. | The Guardian was intrigued. An invitation sent to the Sentinel Tower from the Berserker? For a peaceful talk?
If it hadn't been for it including the name of her daughter as the first letter of each row, she would have brought all the Sentinels in with her to try to capture Berserker, the one villain they hadn't manage... | "Daddy?"
I heard my daughter the first time she had asked for me, but I was in the middle of a critical repair on my best suit. It was taking more time than I had wanted, but if I was able to adjust it it in the right way, it'll be even better at -
"Daddy! I need to talk to you!"
Blast it all. "Just a moment, sw... |
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