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[WP]Some time ago humans were put on the 'Only Contact in Case of Emergency' list. Now a threat to the galaxy has arisen and humanity is it's last hope. | **Part I:**
******
The Grand Chamber of the Galactic Union was never meant to be exuberant. Designed with the utmost efficiency in mind, its form followed the function of allowing for the most dire decisions to be made as quickly and as effectively as possible. The white marble of the circular room, as sober as it was pure, set the background for the latest and most urgent of the Council's meetings. Once all the delegates were present, representing the three trillion Galactic citizens from forty-two peacefully co-existing species, the usual beginning procedures were dismissed with, and the quadrupedal four feet tall Council leader immediately called upon the military expert in the room.
"Admiral Rhollok, what are the latest developments?"
Fleet-Admiral Rhollok, Supreme Commander of the Grand Fleet, had been allowed in the Grand Chamber only once before, decades previously, when a small skirmish on the borders of the Union threatened to grow into a devastating Civil War, threatening the stability of the Galaxy. His actions at the time meant a lifetime appointment to the Admiralty and the Captain's chair on the largest ship in the Fleet. He spoke calmly and surely, as he had done so long ago, speaking to many of the same delegates from that time gone by.
"Honorable leader and delegates, we have reasons to believe that both our Rapid Action Battalion and the bulk of our allied fleets in the area have been obliterated", he said, evaluating the responses from around the room. Most stayed calm, although one or two more sensitive species moved uncomfortably, almost imperceptibly but for the trained eye of the Admiral. "We have not received a response from any of our ships, and the relay stations confirm that the signal has been completely lost as of three hours ago. We estimate that a force such as which we have yet to have encountered is approaching at a still relatively slow speed, but one which should penetrate the outmost systems within two to three weeks."
Upon hearing the news, the Council leader resumed the inquiry.
"Admiral, you are supreme commander of the Galaxy's Forces. You have at your disposal the armies and arsenal of two million planets. Are you implying you cannot suppress these invaders adequately?", he asked.
"I'm afraid so. Again, our analysts estimate that the brute force and tactical skills of these forces are too strong for us to, as you said, adequately defend ourselves."
This time, a different delegate, just a few places to his left, raised his voice.
"Admiral, you look remarkably calm for a military man who has just declared the unstoppable destruction of civilization."
"That is because I have not claimed it to be unstoppable", said Rhollok, sensing a change in the room and predicting a barrage of accusations against him and his forces. "I said *we* couldn't stop them."
A few delegates incredulously burst into protest and talks among each other. The leader, from atop his dais, regained control of the room.
"Admiral, I find this very hard to believe, but if not our forces, the most powerful in the Galaxy, who do you suggest we call upon to save us from this impending doom? There's nothing out there beyond the Union but a few undesirable planets."
At last they had come to the point of the meeting, thought Rhollok.
"Precisely", he said, addressing everyone in the room, as well as the three trillion citizens they represented. "Urgency calls upon us to take immeasurable measures; we must reach out to the unreachable, and reason with the unreasonable."
Fleet-Admiral Rhollok waited. His next words could very possibly change the destiny of the Galaxy, and despite unwanted, the consequences of that action would have to be accepted, for inaction would mean the end of the Union and its peoples.
"We must contact the Humans."
******
[Part II here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/72cb5q/wpsome_time_ago_humans_were_put_on_the_only/dnhsq6p/) | Humans were the most dangerous species, by far. Not because they're smart, or strong, but because they were violent.
No race dared contacting them, because they didn't want war. It's too late now, I guess.
The heat death of our universe would come eventually, we just didn't think that other universes would run out faster.
We were invaded. All type 1 civilizations. Our clones from the next universe over came to conquer this one, because theirs had ran out. The worst part?
They brought humans.
No one could predict humans. Not even they could. But we don't have a choice. Without humans, we're doomed.
After a heated but respectful debate at the United Systems, it was decided that it was best to call the humans for help. Humans had the most experience in wars, seeing as how they had the most of them. In fact, they were so good at wars, they made up some rules for themselves to keep things interesting, or as they called it, "conventional".
The humans were surprised at first. They blamed eachother, then us, then eachother again, and eventually they broke war within themselves and made themselves go extinct.
We were doomed. Or so we thought.
As we said, humans are unpredictable and violent. They have a skewed view of reality and make very little sense at the best of times.
So what happened?
Half of the humans thought that, since there are no humans left in this universe, they could join our side without consequences, and that it was the right thing to do, since we were in this universe first.
The other half considered them traitors, and war broke between the humans again. And again humans got themselves extinct.
So... Without humans to make everyone go violent, the two universes managed to come to an agreement. Appearantly, the other universe never wanted to go to war, only their humans did, and they were too scared to say no to humans.
Humans were the best kind of problem, the type that fixes itself.
| |
[WP]Some time ago humans were put on the 'Only Contact in Case of Emergency' list. Now a threat to the galaxy has arisen and humanity is it's last hope. | **Part I:**
******
The Grand Chamber of the Galactic Union was never meant to be exuberant. Designed with the utmost efficiency in mind, its form followed the function of allowing for the most dire decisions to be made as quickly and as effectively as possible. The white marble of the circular room, as sober as it was pure, set the background for the latest and most urgent of the Council's meetings. Once all the delegates were present, representing the three trillion Galactic citizens from forty-two peacefully co-existing species, the usual beginning procedures were dismissed with, and the quadrupedal four feet tall Council leader immediately called upon the military expert in the room.
"Admiral Rhollok, what are the latest developments?"
Fleet-Admiral Rhollok, Supreme Commander of the Grand Fleet, had been allowed in the Grand Chamber only once before, decades previously, when a small skirmish on the borders of the Union threatened to grow into a devastating Civil War, threatening the stability of the Galaxy. His actions at the time meant a lifetime appointment to the Admiralty and the Captain's chair on the largest ship in the Fleet. He spoke calmly and surely, as he had done so long ago, speaking to many of the same delegates from that time gone by.
"Honorable leader and delegates, we have reasons to believe that both our Rapid Action Battalion and the bulk of our allied fleets in the area have been obliterated", he said, evaluating the responses from around the room. Most stayed calm, although one or two more sensitive species moved uncomfortably, almost imperceptibly but for the trained eye of the Admiral. "We have not received a response from any of our ships, and the relay stations confirm that the signal has been completely lost as of three hours ago. We estimate that a force such as which we have yet to have encountered is approaching at a still relatively slow speed, but one which should penetrate the outmost systems within two to three weeks."
Upon hearing the news, the Council leader resumed the inquiry.
"Admiral, you are supreme commander of the Galaxy's Forces. You have at your disposal the armies and arsenal of two million planets. Are you implying you cannot suppress these invaders adequately?", he asked.
"I'm afraid so. Again, our analysts estimate that the brute force and tactical skills of these forces are too strong for us to, as you said, adequately defend ourselves."
This time, a different delegate, just a few places to his left, raised his voice.
"Admiral, you look remarkably calm for a military man who has just declared the unstoppable destruction of civilization."
"That is because I have not claimed it to be unstoppable", said Rhollok, sensing a change in the room and predicting a barrage of accusations against him and his forces. "I said *we* couldn't stop them."
A few delegates incredulously burst into protest and talks among each other. The leader, from atop his dais, regained control of the room.
"Admiral, I find this very hard to believe, but if not our forces, the most powerful in the Galaxy, who do you suggest we call upon to save us from this impending doom? There's nothing out there beyond the Union but a few undesirable planets."
At last they had come to the point of the meeting, thought Rhollok.
"Precisely", he said, addressing everyone in the room, as well as the three trillion citizens they represented. "Urgency calls upon us to take immeasurable measures; we must reach out to the unreachable, and reason with the unreasonable."
Fleet-Admiral Rhollok waited. His next words could very possibly change the destiny of the Galaxy, and despite unwanted, the consequences of that action would have to be accepted, for inaction would mean the end of the Union and its peoples.
"We must contact the Humans."
******
[Part II here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/72cb5q/wpsome_time_ago_humans_were_put_on_the_only/dnhsq6p/) | Howard's hands started to shake as he noticed the blinking red light on the console. He had been monitoring that light for years, and it had never flashed. Picking up the red phone beside the panel, Howard pushed the 'Acknowledge' button.
"One moment while you are connected to the President," the White House operator said. The Star Spangled Banner played as hold music.
"This is the President," a somber voice intoned.
"Yes, uh... Mr. President. I work at NASA's Q-7 SATCOMM, and I was told to call you if this light ever started blinking. And, uh... It's blinking."
Several seconds of silence passed before the President said anything. "I knew they would call eventually. Thank you, Son. You may have just saved the galaxy."
"What?" Howard asked.
---
Vorax stood absolutely still as the Progenitor's aerosolized messaged washed over his gills. <The message has been received. Humans are coming.>
The Andolian nervously blinked the nictating membrane over his eyes several times. <Good,> he returned. <The Outsiders grow more bold each cycle. Did they say when they would arrive to assist us?>
Flashes of light erupted all about the Andolian ship as hundreds of human craft violently punched through the Time-Space barrier. <Now.>
---
Major Daniel Carson looked at the sleek alien spacecraft through the viewing monitor on his drop ship. The noisy sounds of his Navigator vomiting drew his attention. "You all right, Buck?"
First Lieutenant Buck lifted his head. "Yes, sir. Just gets me every time we jump."
The Major nodded. "Yeah, it'll do that. You'll get used to it."
"I just don't understand, sir. Where did we get all these ships from?"
"That's classified, Buck." *Come on, Buck,* Carson thought, *You should know that the government only acts like it's wasting money. It doesn't really cost thousands of dollars for a toilet seat. But when you add up all that extra money, you can build quite a few space ships.*
The bridge radio crackled as the translation software came online. "HUMANS, WE WELCOME YOU. YOU ARE TO BE UNDER COMMAND OF--"
"Negative," Fleet Commander Darrenbacher broke in. "We are under our own command. You tentacle heads just sit back and watch us work."
---
<Tentacle heads?>
<Derogatory term.>
---
The thousands of Outsider ships flexed and bowed into strange non-Euclidean shapes. Their RADAR signatures were erratic, but Private Johnson did as he was trained to do. "Warheads locked on to center of mass for each target, Captain."
"Open fire."
The ship whined as the rail guns charged, and the entire crew was rocked forward in their seats as the super high velocity rounds lanced from the bow of the ship. The viewing monitors dimmed under the light of ten-thousand small supernovae. "Load for second volley. Stand by to fire."
---
The Andolian commander stared blankly at the decimated Outsider fleet. Not a single enemy ship remained. <Were those nuclear armaments?>
<Affirmative.>
<Where did they get enough fissionable material to spend it so frivolously?>
<Based off of available data, they were able to extract it from a fruit the humans eat. Something they call, Bananas.>
<And the humans will just eat it?>
<Affirmative.>
<Xeldos protect us should we ever be foolish enough to fight the humans.>
<Affirmative.>
---
The President hung up the phone. The Joint Chiefs of Staff all looked to him. "What did the alien's leader say?"
"I don't know. I could hardly understand that guy. But tell the troops I said good job."
"Will do, Sir." | |
[WP]Some time ago humans were put on the 'Only Contact in Case of Emergency' list. Now a threat to the galaxy has arisen and humanity is it's last hope. | **Part I:**
******
The Grand Chamber of the Galactic Union was never meant to be exuberant. Designed with the utmost efficiency in mind, its form followed the function of allowing for the most dire decisions to be made as quickly and as effectively as possible. The white marble of the circular room, as sober as it was pure, set the background for the latest and most urgent of the Council's meetings. Once all the delegates were present, representing the three trillion Galactic citizens from forty-two peacefully co-existing species, the usual beginning procedures were dismissed with, and the quadrupedal four feet tall Council leader immediately called upon the military expert in the room.
"Admiral Rhollok, what are the latest developments?"
Fleet-Admiral Rhollok, Supreme Commander of the Grand Fleet, had been allowed in the Grand Chamber only once before, decades previously, when a small skirmish on the borders of the Union threatened to grow into a devastating Civil War, threatening the stability of the Galaxy. His actions at the time meant a lifetime appointment to the Admiralty and the Captain's chair on the largest ship in the Fleet. He spoke calmly and surely, as he had done so long ago, speaking to many of the same delegates from that time gone by.
"Honorable leader and delegates, we have reasons to believe that both our Rapid Action Battalion and the bulk of our allied fleets in the area have been obliterated", he said, evaluating the responses from around the room. Most stayed calm, although one or two more sensitive species moved uncomfortably, almost imperceptibly but for the trained eye of the Admiral. "We have not received a response from any of our ships, and the relay stations confirm that the signal has been completely lost as of three hours ago. We estimate that a force such as which we have yet to have encountered is approaching at a still relatively slow speed, but one which should penetrate the outmost systems within two to three weeks."
Upon hearing the news, the Council leader resumed the inquiry.
"Admiral, you are supreme commander of the Galaxy's Forces. You have at your disposal the armies and arsenal of two million planets. Are you implying you cannot suppress these invaders adequately?", he asked.
"I'm afraid so. Again, our analysts estimate that the brute force and tactical skills of these forces are too strong for us to, as you said, adequately defend ourselves."
This time, a different delegate, just a few places to his left, raised his voice.
"Admiral, you look remarkably calm for a military man who has just declared the unstoppable destruction of civilization."
"That is because I have not claimed it to be unstoppable", said Rhollok, sensing a change in the room and predicting a barrage of accusations against him and his forces. "I said *we* couldn't stop them."
A few delegates incredulously burst into protest and talks among each other. The leader, from atop his dais, regained control of the room.
"Admiral, I find this very hard to believe, but if not our forces, the most powerful in the Galaxy, who do you suggest we call upon to save us from this impending doom? There's nothing out there beyond the Union but a few undesirable planets."
At last they had come to the point of the meeting, thought Rhollok.
"Precisely", he said, addressing everyone in the room, as well as the three trillion citizens they represented. "Urgency calls upon us to take immeasurable measures; we must reach out to the unreachable, and reason with the unreasonable."
Fleet-Admiral Rhollok waited. His next words could very possibly change the destiny of the Galaxy, and despite unwanted, the consequences of that action would have to be accepted, for inaction would mean the end of the Union and its peoples.
"We must contact the Humans."
******
[Part II here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/72cb5q/wpsome_time_ago_humans_were_put_on_the_only/dnhsq6p/) | The three strange figures stepped up to the podium. All eyes were on them. The first, tall by human standards and blue skinned, raised it's arm.
"I am Jego-Pel of the Itirian Collective. I am the leader of the Emergency Contact Force." Jego-Pel stepped back, another stepped forward, it's skin looked silver and shiny, Thinner parts almost looked see-through.
"I am called Sim of the Fey." it's skin changed to bronze and it smiled. The third being stepped forward. It had thick scales all over it's face making it look like a moving mountain side. It's voice was deep and gravelly as it spoke.
"I shall be know as Ite. I am a Geoten"
Ite and Sim stepped back. The blue Jego-Pel retook centre stage.
"We apologise for such a sudden first contact. We understand your people have for many years yearned for confirmation of other life in space. I believe honesty is the best path forward. You species was deemed dangerous. We studied you 800 of your Solar Rotations ago and found you a warring race. Barely able to work towards a mutual benefit. We see much has changed in the intervening rotations."
There was a few moments of muttering around the room as various translators did their work. The collection of world leaders looked on in stoic anticipation.
"We come to you with an offer. One we hope you'll accept. Our races are part of a galactic empire. Working together in peace. But we have been attacked by a race far more savage than our own. The Anguillans. We do not have warrior sects like you humans do. We do not excel in combat, having forgotten the need and the skills. We wish to employ humanity to fight this war for us. Remove the threat from our empire and be granted a full membership into the peaceful empire in return. We offer all of our technology to aid in this war. Please, Trillions of innocent lives depend of your acceptance of this offer." Jego-Pel stopped and bowed, joined by the other two. There was a moments silence before a cacophony of shouts and calls.
---
** 10 Years Later **
"Sir, we've received a report from the Gamma-Zulu sector. The last of the Geoten resistance has fallen. They did not surrender so were all killed. They are now officially extinct." said a human officer stood next to the large chair on the bridge of a star ship.
"Excellent. With the Fey surrendering last year and the Geotans now gone. Only 6 more species stand in our way. Regroup the fleet and inform ISS HQ." said the human in the large chair. The gold adorned uniform setting him out as someone of high rank.
"Aye Admiral"
"Set course. Itirian Sector. Prepare weapons for instant assault" The Admiral turned to his aide. "Smell that? You smell that? Ionized Mega-Neutron Depleters, son. Nothing else in our galaxy smells like that. I love the smell of Ionized Mega-Neutron Depleters in the morning." | |
[WP] The creature that loomed from the sky was black and writhing, too much for me to comprehend. Yet somehow I knew it was looking at me, watching me. And it had a question. | "Where's the nearest bathroom?" It hissed, which would have seemed menacing if it wasn't in a high falsetto of a toddler girl.
"Uh, there's a McDonald's down the street. Is that what you're looking for?" It shook its....neck?
"No, I can't use human bathrooms unless I possess a human soul, and unless you have the time..." I glanced at my watch, scratching my head. My next class was an evening class, about four hours from now. I shrugged.
"I've got time. How long would it take?"
"No more than an hour! I'd be in and out as quick as possible. I'm just on a long trip heading to my family reunion, gathering in Salt Lake City, disrupt some cosmic forces there." I nodded, and looked at my hands awkwardly.
"That's cool. So, uh.... How does this work though? Like, do you you get sucked in or something?" It's face contorted into an expression of disgust.
"Nothing so horrendous as that. No, I just enter through the life force center in your chest. Thanks for this, I would not have been able to hold it any longer."
I chuckled, nodding.
"I understand, I'm the same way. Well, I guess I'll just hang out then. Will I be able to see anything? Or is it just like going to sleep?" It hissed again.
"How should I know? I'm the one possessing your soul."
"That's fair. Proceed." | "Wherefore are thee here? I asked the beast.
It shouted down to me, "BEHOOOOOLD! I am the Great ~~Cornholio~~ Redundantly-Named Great Sky Wyvern of the sky. I will defeat thee!"
It slithered down through the clouds and fog towards me. I frantically flipped through my nature guide, looking for a weakness of the creature. It only had one. I ran.
I ran into the town of Bergshirevillebyencityton-on-Muck. I ran over the stone bridge over the River Muck, and down Main Street. I ran into the king's castle, and guards started chasing me. I hid and they ran past. I could hear the wyvern roaring in the distance as it tried to spot me in the town, then it got quieter. The beast must have retreated back to the foggy field. I said a magic spell and it teleported me into the king's vault. I lit a torch so I could see, put three gold coins into my bag, and deftly sliced another in half with my sword. I put a half into the bag too. Then I teleported back out onto the field past the River Muck. The wyvern waited amid the fog. It saw me.
I said, "Creature, see thine weakness!" and I threw my bag of gold at it.
The wyvern caught it with one claw and ripped it open to find the gold. "My life is now complete," it breathed. "What's this? New Game Plus? That sounds interesting, I'm going to try it. I do hope I get to bring my tree fiddy." | |
[WP] The creature that loomed from the sky was black and writhing, too much for me to comprehend. Yet somehow I knew it was looking at me, watching me. And it had a question. | *It has to be an illusion,* I thought. *This is some trick of the sorcerer's.* But even then I knew it wasn't. I knew this creature. It was familiar to me.
As I realized this, the creature swooped towards me, its smooth black skin glistening in the setting sun. Its face came in close, so close I could feel its cold breath sending a chill through my body. Its teeth looked almost like icicles, with some dark, green-tinted liquid dripping from them. The smell was foul, but I did not wince. I wasn't really smelling it, after all, no matter how real it seemed.
The creature's lips peeled back to reveal gums the color of tar. I could see its shivering, yellow tongue writhe at the bottom of its mouth. For a moment I thought it was going to devour me, but as the tongue continued to shake and its lips continued to fidget, I realized it was trying to speak.
"K...k... Ki..."
I waited, too curious to try to leave and too frightened to move even if I wanted to.
"Ki...kill...."
Kill. It was saying the word kill. It must have sensed my understanding, because it started trying to form a new word.
"Y... you...."
Was it going to kill me?
"You... ki...kill... me?"
What?
"You... hee... here... to kill... me?"
It was asking if I was here to kill it? Why? Why was this creature, this enormous, terrifying black beast, afraid of me? Then one of its eyelids opened. And I saw myself in it. I don't mean I saw my reflection. I mean it was my eye. And at last I understood.
I was right from the start. This was an illusion, conjured up by the sorcerer. But it wasn't meant to fool me. It was meant to help me. This beast wasn't afraid of me. It *was* me. It was the culmination of all the horrible things that resided inside me. Rage, lust, greed, all of it. This was all the worst parts of me personified, plus one more part. The part of me that yearned to be free of the rest. The desire to be pure, free of the terrible traits that made me do terrible things. This was my chance to kill them, once and for all.
I turned away from the monster. I reached out with my mind, calling out to the sorcerer. The world began to fade away, like a piece of art having its paint washed off by a stream of water. Just before it all disappeared, I realized something. The sun wasn't setting. It was rising.
I opened my eyes and looked at the sorcerer. His face was an unreadable mask of neutrality, all except his eyes. They asked a simple question. "Why?"
"I'm a human being. I'm not meant to be perfect, or pure, or free of sin. Light does not exist without shadow. To destroy the darkness inside me would be to destroy my humanity. To destroy myself."
The sorcerer stood stock still. Then, gradually, his lips curled into a smile.
"You have grown wiser. It's time for us to part ways."
I nodded and turned to leave. I knew he wouldn't want thanks. He didn't do it for me.
"Kelwyn," he called.
I turned back to look at him.
"You have grown wiser, but there is more wisdom yet for you to gain. Some men's hearts hold demons far more terrifying than your own. Some men need to be destroyed."
I stared at him for a long moment before replying.
"It is not my place to say what some men deserve. But it is my duty to do what needs to be done."
The sorcerer nodded, and I thought I caught a glimpse of pride in his expression. Then I turned back and left the clearing. Wisdom awaited. | "Wherefore are thee here? I asked the beast.
It shouted down to me, "BEHOOOOOLD! I am the Great ~~Cornholio~~ Redundantly-Named Great Sky Wyvern of the sky. I will defeat thee!"
It slithered down through the clouds and fog towards me. I frantically flipped through my nature guide, looking for a weakness of the creature. It only had one. I ran.
I ran into the town of Bergshirevillebyencityton-on-Muck. I ran over the stone bridge over the River Muck, and down Main Street. I ran into the king's castle, and guards started chasing me. I hid and they ran past. I could hear the wyvern roaring in the distance as it tried to spot me in the town, then it got quieter. The beast must have retreated back to the foggy field. I said a magic spell and it teleported me into the king's vault. I lit a torch so I could see, put three gold coins into my bag, and deftly sliced another in half with my sword. I put a half into the bag too. Then I teleported back out onto the field past the River Muck. The wyvern waited amid the fog. It saw me.
I said, "Creature, see thine weakness!" and I threw my bag of gold at it.
The wyvern caught it with one claw and ripped it open to find the gold. "My life is now complete," it breathed. "What's this? New Game Plus? That sounds interesting, I'm going to try it. I do hope I get to bring my tree fiddy." | |
[WP] The creature that loomed from the sky was black and writhing, too much for me to comprehend. Yet somehow I knew it was looking at me, watching me. And it had a question. | "Where's the nearest bathroom?" It hissed, which would have seemed menacing if it wasn't in a high falsetto of a toddler girl.
"Uh, there's a McDonald's down the street. Is that what you're looking for?" It shook its....neck?
"No, I can't use human bathrooms unless I possess a human soul, and unless you have the time..." I glanced at my watch, scratching my head. My next class was an evening class, about four hours from now. I shrugged.
"I've got time. How long would it take?"
"No more than an hour! I'd be in and out as quick as possible. I'm just on a long trip heading to my family reunion, gathering in Salt Lake City, disrupt some cosmic forces there." I nodded, and looked at my hands awkwardly.
"That's cool. So, uh.... How does this work though? Like, do you you get sucked in or something?" It's face contorted into an expression of disgust.
"Nothing so horrendous as that. No, I just enter through the life force center in your chest. Thanks for this, I would not have been able to hold it any longer."
I chuckled, nodding.
"I understand, I'm the same way. Well, I guess I'll just hang out then. Will I be able to see anything? Or is it just like going to sleep?" It hissed again.
"How should I know? I'm the one possessing your soul."
"That's fair. Proceed." | I saw dozens of people gathering outside, holding there phones out. Some were crying, others were simply curious. Confused, I unlocked my front door and stepped out, tilting my head upwards as I did so.
Immediately, my blood froze cold. I felt an intensity unlike any before. It was watching me. I don't know how it was, or how I know. It just... Was. It was black as midnight, with a surface not unlike water. It writhed, and it felt like every part of it had turned to to look at me. For a moment, all other noises from the crowd surrounding me were drowned out by a deafening silence.
All at once, the world was silenced. Even my own thoughts were quieted by the silence.
All but one.
_Hello._
I tried to move, or do _something_. However, noting happened. All I could do was listen.
_We have but a single question._
I tried to think of anything else, but no. These words occupied every crevice in my mind.
_Tell us. Why? What is it?_
I stopped my frantic panic for a moment, confused by it's words. Suddenly, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I quickly realized I could move. I looked around, hoping someone was there to tell me nothing happened and I just had a bad dream. But no. All around me there was nothing but white. Was that always there? I scratched my head as Istrugglwd to remember. Where was I? I can only remember... Something big... A flash of light? Or was it a flash of darkness?
_Tell us. Now._
My breathing quickened. What was happening. My mind vegan to race. Where am I!?! Who is that over there!?! Why!?!
My eyes stung as tears dribbled down my cheeks, wild sobs escaping my lips.
"I don't know... Just... Let me go... Let me see my friends... My home... Just... Please..."
A long silence passed, the only sound being my heavy breathing. I closed my eyes and opened them rapidly, hoping I'd find myself in my bed, with nothing abnormal happening.
_..._
_Thank you. We have gotten what we came for._
I opened my eyes.
The sound of an old fan lazily spinning, the smell of wood, and the feeling of a warm blanket flooded my senses.
A smile creeped onto my face.
I was home. I am fine. I am where I belong.
I was happy at last.
| |
[WP] Once every year, a random thing rains across Earth's surface for a day. Humans prepare for this year's Rain, remembering previous years when things such as olive oil and bowling balls have littered the streets. | It started almost unnoticably slow.
First, it was little things. People who cut in line suddenly slipped and came crashing into the counter.
A jaywalker accidentally fell into ditch which moments before had swallowed a car that he had forced to swerve into. All the local high school bully's pants mysteriously vanished, showing white old man knickers with red hearts on them.
Then, bigger things happened. A bank robber lost all his money that he had stored under his mattress due to an unexplainable gust of wind.
The corrupt cop found himself in a jail cell into which days before he had thrown an innocent.
And for the first time in history, justice rained onto earth.
First time i posted here, feedback is very appreciated. | No one really knows when it first started. First reports of unusual objects falling out of the sky came from Russia but there were a few isolated incidents recorded in the past in other areas. Nowadays it has a steady frequency of occuring once a year on May 25th at 3:29. Why? No one knows, but it's a day everyone dreads.
You'd be amazed about how much damage millions of pocky sticks raining from the sky could cause, and we're not talking just physical damage, one time it rained diamonds and it took years for the economy to rebalance. The UN had a plan to improve global infrastructure to prepare for the rain but any progress they made was often rendered useless by the yearly rain damage.
My familys lucky to own a house with an old fallout shelter, every year we stock it up with food and supplies in case it ever rains something apocalyptic. The worst thing we've ever had were watermelons, doesnt sound too bad but for every rain drop there was one entire fucking watermelon.
Its 3:28 right now, we're chilling in the shelter, me and my parents. My dads reading a newspaper and my mom's in the supply room looking for a snack.
3:29 strikes.
...
"You hear that?" My dad asked.
"No?" I replied.
"That's exactly my point, it's always made a sound, every god damn year hold on." He got up from his seat and headed towards the stairs.
He has a point, every year there's always been a sound, from plastic cups popping off surfaces to the squelching of grapes. Something was off.
At that very moment mom returned from the supply room with some crackers in her hand.
"Where are you going?" She asked dad who was already ascending up the steps.
"I'm going to check outside!"
"Oh, well be careful then dear!"
There was then the sound of the hatch of the shelter opening and closing.
3:49
"I thought he was just going for a quick peek, he's been out for 20 minutes now, why'd he say he left again?"
"He said because there's no sound of anything hitting anything." I replied.
At that moment we heard the hatch open again, my dad walked in with a troubled look on his face.
"What is it?" We asked in unison
"Nothing, it rained nothing."
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[WP] These ancient cultures erected giant statues of their rulers, where the larger the monument, the more evil the conquerer. You're about to open an unmarked tomb at the base of a gargantuan mountain when you realize that the mountain was once carved into the shape of a foot. | Jan gasped as the knife plunged into his gut. Pain. Blackness. Cold sweat. His hands went to pull it out, grasping at nothing.
His body collapsed back into the bed, his chest heaving, his heart trying to gallop out of his body. A knife still twisted in his guts but it was a blade of withdrawal, not steel. The knife twisted again, and Jan blindly groped for the pint he kept on his camp stool. He knocked it aside twice before his shaking hand managed to hold it tight enough to unscrew the top.
He gulped the liquor greedily, taper be damned. The scotch hit his stomach like hot grease, and once more his stomach lurched, threatening to spill its precious contents, but Jan clamped his mouth shut and swallowed heavily, grimacing. One, two, three, four, five...
There it was. He groaned in pleasure as the warmth spread from his center outwards, soothing aching muscles and quieting his stressed nerves. It rose up through his chest, neck, and finally enveloped his brain, sending him back to his damp pillow with a smile on his face.
He didn’t sleep, not exactly, but dozed in an alcoholic stupor for another hour or so before dawn began to glow on the canvas walls of his tent. Around him, the camp woke up noisily.
Jan kept his eyes shut, already feeling the crawling tendrils of withdrawal snaking their way through his limbs towards his center. He just had to drink enough to keep them at bay, nothing more, just a little to ward off the insanity.
He finally rose and swung his legs off the bed, lowering his head as the spins threatened to knock him back down. Did the kings of old ever feel like this, or was it just him? Outside, someone shouted his name.
"I'm coming," he said, standing up. He pushed through the tent flap and almost ran into one of the sullen natives Henreich had hired as guides. They were unhappy to begin with, but with each tomb they uncovered they grew more and more surly. And they were superstitious to a fault.
"This place is haunted," Ici told Jan a week before, camped in from of one of the tombs. “Evil.”
Jan had been half in the bag, so he ignored the derision in Ici’s voice. "Why's that, Icky?" He took another pull from his bottle, taper once more forgotten.
Ici gave him a dark look. "Their souls," he pounded his chest with a closed fist, "given to devil."
Jan gave him a bemused look, knowing what came next. “That so, Icky?”
Ici raised his head to look at the face of the statue thirty feet above their heads. It was the likeness of a man and sat on top of the tomb, marking its location.
"The size," he said, as if telling Jan that water was wet.
Jan sighed, waving his bottle. The natives believed, with all their hearts, that the size of the statue correlated directly to the evil nature of the dead kings within. "Superstition," he said,“ Icky, there is no proof." He emphasized this last word. "Two months, ten tombs and still nothing confirming this theory."
They had left it at that, or at least that was all Jan remembered. He hadn’t been tapering then.
"Good morning, Mr. Case," a hand slapped him on the back, sending a shockwave through his beleaguered body. Henreich stood beside him, smiling. Jan gave a watery smile in return.
"Another beautiful day," Henreich said in perfect English. He was from Germany, his presence the cost of Jan’s funding from Germany’s new government. He had met Jan at the port with five lean, hard looking men, all of them with the same strangely flat, glassy eyes that no smile could warm. “Ready to explore?”
"Of course," Jan said, nodding. "Please begin the dig."
There was a long moment of silence, Henreich's face frozen in that grimace of a smile. Jan was nominally in charge, but he did not have a gang of armed men following his orders. The awkwardness of ordering the German around was one of the reasons Jan found himself drinking so much more.
"Of course, Professor." Henreich said, turning to bark orders. His men, guns slung over their shoulders, immediately obeyed, grabbing and shoving the workers standing around the breakfast cauldron. He turned back to Jan, that awful smile still pasted on his face. "Today I think we go inside, no?"
Jan nodded apprehensively. This tomb was different than the others, built into the side of a small mountain, no statue to be seen. Still, their guides refused to go near the entrance. Even the workers were nervous.
They broke through at noon. One of Heinrich's men came to get Jan from his tent, where he was sipping scotch slowly, savoring the small measure he had allowed himself. He shouted to the man that he would be right out and stared at the bottle, thinking. There was no guarantee they would be back in time for his next dose...so he poured himself five shots and downed them one after the other, feeling invigorated. He rocked to his feet and set off.
The Germans were setting up the wire radio when he arrived. The entrance gaped at him, seeming to suck up the sunlight. Jan thought that maybe he should’ve taken an extra shot or three.
"Here we go," Henreich called out. He racked the slide on his pistol and jammed it into its holster, his smile more lunatic than ever. His men had their machine guns unslung, held casually in gloved hands. All had spotlights strapped to their heads.
Jan frowned at the guns. "What's this, Henreich?"
“Safety,” Henreich replied, motioning at the entrance. “Let’s go.”
The six of them set off, one German remaining to man the wire radio.
This tomb was different. No statue, and it seemed to go on forever, their only connection to the surface the wire unspooling from rack on on of the men’s back. The ground sloped alarmingly, and Jan began to panic.
Murals began to appear on the walls, painting with bright colors. They depicted every day scene of life, and Jan forgot his fear until he stopped to examine a particularly bright one. An ice cold knife slipped between his ribs, this one made of fear instead of withdrawal.
"Henreich," he said loudly, unable to keep to panic from his voice. Henreich stopped, and turned slowly.
“What,” he said, impatiently. Jan simply gestured at the wall.
It was a scene of a city, filled with people being attacked by humanoid figures with limbs that were much too long and blank space where their faces should’ve been. The peoples’ faces were twisted in agony, with horrific wounds and black blood pouring from their eyes. A grinning man in a crown stood over all, seeming to stare directly at Jan.
Henreich stared at the mural without speaking for a long time. A grin slowly spread across his face. He pointed at the grinning man.
"Our king, perhaps?" His own lunatic grin was back. "It appears he had help in keeping power. Very useful, wouldn't you say?"
Jan stared back, slackjawed. Did he not see the terror? The Fear spread through his body as he remember Ici’s words: evil, dead men. At least there was no statue above them. Jan felt irrationally relieved by this.
The radioman was speaking to Henreich. After he finished, Henreich turned to Jan laughing.
“It’s not a mountain, Jan, it’s a foot,” he clapped Jan’s shoulder. “It’s the biggest statue we’ve had yet.”
A loud *crack* caused Jan to scream. The wire spool began to wind up, squealing in protest. The radioman struggled to take it off, shouting. Henreich raised his voice and was cursing when the snapped wire turned the last corner and whipped across his face, neatly slicing both of his eyes. His scream was drowned out by a tremendous rumbling sound, followed by the sound of a dozen voices from deeper within the tomb screaming with laughter. Jan turned to run when all the lights went out. | It was a unique pyramid. Oddly out of place compared to the other great monuments in the great desert that stretched across the horizon. Unlike the other ancient tombs built to house the mortal remains of the many pharaohs that had ruled this land, this pyramid was built up against the sole mountain in the region.
As Vincent Ayers and his team approached the area to investigate the tomb around the area where the pyramid met the mountain base, he couldn't help but marvel at the strange features of the mountain itself.
The dome shape was not too out of place, however near the top a narrow spire extended up before ending in a jagged peak. It clearly would be unreachable by anyone without the expert skill of a seasoned free climber, able scale the most vertical of walls without barely a foothold to be found. It resembled a similar mountain a several kilometers to the south, though there were no tombs built near it.
Finally the team came to the north-side crevice where the pyramid met the mountainside. Peering in, Vincent and two more junior members of his group geared up and began their cautious descent down the gradual decline.
After several hundred meters, one of the flashlights caught a reflection off of some sort of metal ahead. Excited, the group proceeded forward until they came to a large plaque on the wall, nearly 3 meters high and just as wide across. Vincent quickly fished his brush out of his backpack and began to remove the millennia of dust that had built up and slowly uncovered a picture.
It seemed to be an image of the pyramid, but as he continued removing the dust, his jaw dropped, and he heard an audible gasp from those with him. Rather than a mountain ending in a tall spire behind the pyramid as it was currently, the spire continued up. The team grew quiet as they slowly revealed that the spire was in fact connected to a larger mass above the mountain, which was now clearly some sort of foot. Further dusting revealed a second leg extruding down towards the other mountain. Finally after nearly an hour of careful brushing, the final form was revealed. An enormous, strange looking figure was revealed, fire streaming from its mouth. Although not human, it was certainly some sort of humanoid. Over the top of the picture hieroglyphics were printed in a short phrase. Beneath it, another short phrase. One of the group, a lexicologist specializing in hieroglyphics, translated the phrase after a brief pause.
BENDER IS GREAT
REMEMBER ME | |
[WP] These ancient cultures erected giant statues of their rulers, where the larger the monument, the more evil the conquerer. You're about to open an unmarked tomb at the base of a gargantuan mountain when you realize that the mountain was once carved into the shape of a foot. | Jan gasped as the knife plunged into his gut. Pain. Blackness. Cold sweat. His hands went to pull it out, grasping at nothing.
His body collapsed back into the bed, his chest heaving, his heart trying to gallop out of his body. A knife still twisted in his guts but it was a blade of withdrawal, not steel. The knife twisted again, and Jan blindly groped for the pint he kept on his camp stool. He knocked it aside twice before his shaking hand managed to hold it tight enough to unscrew the top.
He gulped the liquor greedily, taper be damned. The scotch hit his stomach like hot grease, and once more his stomach lurched, threatening to spill its precious contents, but Jan clamped his mouth shut and swallowed heavily, grimacing. One, two, three, four, five...
There it was. He groaned in pleasure as the warmth spread from his center outwards, soothing aching muscles and quieting his stressed nerves. It rose up through his chest, neck, and finally enveloped his brain, sending him back to his damp pillow with a smile on his face.
He didn’t sleep, not exactly, but dozed in an alcoholic stupor for another hour or so before dawn began to glow on the canvas walls of his tent. Around him, the camp woke up noisily.
Jan kept his eyes shut, already feeling the crawling tendrils of withdrawal snaking their way through his limbs towards his center. He just had to drink enough to keep them at bay, nothing more, just a little to ward off the insanity.
He finally rose and swung his legs off the bed, lowering his head as the spins threatened to knock him back down. Did the kings of old ever feel like this, or was it just him? Outside, someone shouted his name.
"I'm coming," he said, standing up. He pushed through the tent flap and almost ran into one of the sullen natives Henreich had hired as guides. They were unhappy to begin with, but with each tomb they uncovered they grew more and more surly. And they were superstitious to a fault.
"This place is haunted," Ici told Jan a week before, camped in from of one of the tombs. “Evil.”
Jan had been half in the bag, so he ignored the derision in Ici’s voice. "Why's that, Icky?" He took another pull from his bottle, taper once more forgotten.
Ici gave him a dark look. "Their souls," he pounded his chest with a closed fist, "given to devil."
Jan gave him a bemused look, knowing what came next. “That so, Icky?”
Ici raised his head to look at the face of the statue thirty feet above their heads. It was the likeness of a man and sat on top of the tomb, marking its location.
"The size," he said, as if telling Jan that water was wet.
Jan sighed, waving his bottle. The natives believed, with all their hearts, that the size of the statue correlated directly to the evil nature of the dead kings within. "Superstition," he said,“ Icky, there is no proof." He emphasized this last word. "Two months, ten tombs and still nothing confirming this theory."
They had left it at that, or at least that was all Jan remembered. He hadn’t been tapering then.
"Good morning, Mr. Case," a hand slapped him on the back, sending a shockwave through his beleaguered body. Henreich stood beside him, smiling. Jan gave a watery smile in return.
"Another beautiful day," Henreich said in perfect English. He was from Germany, his presence the cost of Jan’s funding from Germany’s new government. He had met Jan at the port with five lean, hard looking men, all of them with the same strangely flat, glassy eyes that no smile could warm. “Ready to explore?”
"Of course," Jan said, nodding. "Please begin the dig."
There was a long moment of silence, Henreich's face frozen in that grimace of a smile. Jan was nominally in charge, but he did not have a gang of armed men following his orders. The awkwardness of ordering the German around was one of the reasons Jan found himself drinking so much more.
"Of course, Professor." Henreich said, turning to bark orders. His men, guns slung over their shoulders, immediately obeyed, grabbing and shoving the workers standing around the breakfast cauldron. He turned back to Jan, that awful smile still pasted on his face. "Today I think we go inside, no?"
Jan nodded apprehensively. This tomb was different than the others, built into the side of a small mountain, no statue to be seen. Still, their guides refused to go near the entrance. Even the workers were nervous.
They broke through at noon. One of Heinrich's men came to get Jan from his tent, where he was sipping scotch slowly, savoring the small measure he had allowed himself. He shouted to the man that he would be right out and stared at the bottle, thinking. There was no guarantee they would be back in time for his next dose...so he poured himself five shots and downed them one after the other, feeling invigorated. He rocked to his feet and set off.
The Germans were setting up the wire radio when he arrived. The entrance gaped at him, seeming to suck up the sunlight. Jan thought that maybe he should’ve taken an extra shot or three.
"Here we go," Henreich called out. He racked the slide on his pistol and jammed it into its holster, his smile more lunatic than ever. His men had their machine guns unslung, held casually in gloved hands. All had spotlights strapped to their heads.
Jan frowned at the guns. "What's this, Henreich?"
“Safety,” Henreich replied, motioning at the entrance. “Let’s go.”
The six of them set off, one German remaining to man the wire radio.
This tomb was different. No statue, and it seemed to go on forever, their only connection to the surface the wire unspooling from rack on on of the men’s back. The ground sloped alarmingly, and Jan began to panic.
Murals began to appear on the walls, painting with bright colors. They depicted every day scene of life, and Jan forgot his fear until he stopped to examine a particularly bright one. An ice cold knife slipped between his ribs, this one made of fear instead of withdrawal.
"Henreich," he said loudly, unable to keep to panic from his voice. Henreich stopped, and turned slowly.
“What,” he said, impatiently. Jan simply gestured at the wall.
It was a scene of a city, filled with people being attacked by humanoid figures with limbs that were much too long and blank space where their faces should’ve been. The peoples’ faces were twisted in agony, with horrific wounds and black blood pouring from their eyes. A grinning man in a crown stood over all, seeming to stare directly at Jan.
Henreich stared at the mural without speaking for a long time. A grin slowly spread across his face. He pointed at the grinning man.
"Our king, perhaps?" His own lunatic grin was back. "It appears he had help in keeping power. Very useful, wouldn't you say?"
Jan stared back, slackjawed. Did he not see the terror? The Fear spread through his body as he remember Ici’s words: evil, dead men. At least there was no statue above them. Jan felt irrationally relieved by this.
The radioman was speaking to Henreich. After he finished, Henreich turned to Jan laughing.
“It’s not a mountain, Jan, it’s a foot,” he clapped Jan’s shoulder. “It’s the biggest statue we’ve had yet.”
A loud *crack* caused Jan to scream. The wire spool began to wind up, squealing in protest. The radioman struggled to take it off, shouting. Henreich raised his voice and was cursing when the snapped wire turned the last corner and whipped across his face, neatly slicing both of his eyes. His scream was drowned out by a tremendous rumbling sound, followed by the sound of a dozen voices from deeper within the tomb screaming with laughter. Jan turned to run when all the lights went out. | In the shadows of the westernmost of the Ari Mountains is when I first noticed the so-called "Fingers". They were smoothly eroded peaks, five in all, that cascade the north face of the mountain. It was a magnificent natural structure, and has been among one of the most famed of the natural wonders in this part of the world. If the Greeks had stumbled upon the Fingers of the Ari, it would be certain that they would have been included despite being a natural occurrence.
They scraped the clouds above, connected at their stems and descended in height down the north face of the mountain. Each respective Finger was aligned with one another laterally, and must have towered at least one thousand feet high. They loomed before us, like guardians, over the twelve-foot granite door at the foot of the western Ari Mountains. The smooth contours of the Fingers comprised nearly a third of the mountain's height, bulbous at their ends and completely flat at their tops.
Our three strongest struggled with the door. In the past, we found that the civilizations that were centered here in antiquity "locked" their doors by sliding them off their grooves on the interior. With enough force, however, one could slip them back into place and move them with relative ease in one direction or another. The five of us too weak to assist studied the door and spoke among ourselves. Well, excluding our geologist Reiner. He steadied his gaze at the Fingers without a word, giving it and his multicolored dating chart a puzzled look.
The granite door budged after a few minutes, after some encouragement. It slid into the grooves on the interior side and was slowly pushed to the right. When we had a few feet of clearance, we slid into the slim entrance and turned on a kerosene lamp.
Illuminated before us was a hallway that was swallowed in darkness, the granite walls gleaming and twinkling of pieces of the night sky. The polish on these walls was so precise, one would have to assume we were the first to breath this air in millennia.
The dank air did not have to be endured for very long. Less than a hundred yards from the solid granite door, just far enough away for no light to percolate inside, was an atrium of considerable size.
With my rudimentary grasp of the language, I read aloud, "Gana kyo Lusa." I inhaled some dust, and coughed. "Tomb of King Lusa."
Reiner coughed as well. "I had a feeling this was a tomb. They don't put those kinds of doors on outhouses."
I cocked my head. "If this is the tomb, where's the statue of its occupant?"
Reiner didn't say anything for a moment. When he did speak up, his voice cracked. "That's what I was thinking. I think we might be inside it."
It was in that moment, I was reminded of a conversation I had just the day before with one of the locals.
We first discovered the existence of this tomb from the locals, who were gracious enough to allow us into their homes. Their thatch and brick abodes that they populated today were mere imitations of the grand cities of their past, but were still spacious enough to accommodate a team of eight curious academics.
Many of them made their living farming, but a few of the more ambitious - and criminal - of the locals would set forth and attempt to loot the nearby cities. The closest, Gana-Yari, was protected by hundred-foot granite walls, as well as federal law. However, selling their plunder to tourists who didn't know better, and researchers who should, made it a lucrative venture.
We boarded with one such treasure-seeker, a tall man of mere skin and bones named Candri. His goods dotted every inch of free space around his home. Tattered dresses draped his walls, tapestry slung across his rafters, and shards of blades scattered across his table, which he amusingly used to prepare our dinner.
What puzzled me more than anything else were the small figurines, intricate ivory carvings of finely-garbed men which he had placed in the sills of his windows. The sills themselves were polished and carefully taken care of, by far the most luxurious aspect of his otherwise primitive conditions. I asked our translator Cansford to ask him about the figurines.
Candri's smile disappeared and he looked reverently at his figurines. He told us that those were not for sale.
Cansford inquired further, and in his best broken English, Candri spoke to us as a group. "Small things, wise kings, big kings. We fill inside with names of giants."
His gaze turned outside, towards the Ari Mountains, studying the vista that marked tomorrow's journey. "Great men build great things to small men. If we fill all lands with big things, there cannot be space for more small men."
He spoke to Cansford in his native tongue once more, for just a few seconds. Cansford thanked him, and told us that most of the locals have similar statues, although they were in short supply.
"Why would they be in short supply?" I asked.
Cansford relayed this to Candri, who nodded and walked over to a charred ivory figurine on the far right of the sill. He gently slid the figurine off its base, and placed two fingers underneath it as he did. He flipped it upside down, and showed us the bottom of the figurine.
It had a hollow center, with an opening on the bottom. On the inside was something shriveled and brown, and on the visible end, a flat bulbous point. A mummified finger.
Candri explained, this time with a smile. "Good king, within the inside of every man. Big king across all lands. Small man stay put."
He replaced the ivory figure on its shrine in his window, and as he did so, said something to Cansford. Cansford gave an anxious laugh.
"What did he say?" Reiner asked. Candri gave a wide grin.
"He said to stay safe tomorrow. We've made a good impression in the village, and so we might get a similar burial." | |
They sent the warning to us because they know we wouldn’t be able to stop them anyway.
150 lightyears takes about 5.58 million years to travel with our own shuttle. | [WP] Earth recently received a transmission sent by Aliens detailing the advanced technological weaponry they have, as well as a impending invasion warning. Problem is, the transmission travelled 150 lightyears to get to us. We’re afraid of how much more advanced they are now. | "Commander, have you ever heard the saying, the military is always preparing to fight the last war?"
"Yes sir." It was a common enough phrase. "But we know what our next war will be this time. The Tazarians warned us in advance."
The aliens had given us 150 years of warning, the same amount of time it took light to travel between our star systems. Or as they put it, "Enough time for you to beg for mercy with your primitive radios."
They had also transmitted us the blueprints for a Tazarian battleship, or as they put it, "Giving you a chance to see what you're up against."
Naturally, our scientists had immediately data-mined it for every last bit of alien technology we could find, so we could build battleships of our own. Just knowing that warp drives were *possible* had advanced science by years. Actually getting the plans to build one had advanced us by decades. Maybe even centuries.
In only a few years, we had a warp drive prototype. In a decade, our first spaceships took flight, united under the banner of the Earth Defense Fleet. New shipyards were going up around Mars and Jupiter, and colonies were planned for Alpha Centauri and Barnard's Star. Our military expanded at a breakneck pace, because we knew that even 150 years of head start might not be enough. We were just one planet, and they were an empire.
"Not quite. We know what the Tazarians had 150 years ago, but not now. Don't forget that they sent their message at lightspeed."
I saw the problem. "You're saying that they'll be more advanced than we think."
"We're bootstrapping ourselves to their level with commendable speed, but these Tazarians aren't fools. They know we'll be copying them. They'll be ready for us."
He looked out the window, at the beehive of activity that was the orbital shipyard. "They don't believe me. People feel *safe* when they see this fleet. They don't want to believe that we could spend an entire century building up, and it *still* wouldn't be enough."
"Sir? Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because I'm old and crochety and I want to complain to someone," he said with a faint smile. "But also, because I want you to know what the stakes are. I don't intend to wait and see what the Tazarians are going to bring to us. I intend to bring the fight to *them.*"
He turned back to me, and picked up a folder from his desk, labeled "Top Secret."
"See, we know that we're not the first ones to cross paths with the Tazarians. There must be other species out there. Maybe they've already been conquered. Maybe they're like us, newcomers who are trying to build up their fleets to try and stop the juggernaut bearing down on them. Maybe they haven't even reached space yet. But we know they're out there, and we know they have a common enemy. If we can unite them..."
"You want me to find allies."
He handed me the folder.
"I'm putting you in command of the *Magellan.* It's a heavily modified frigate, fast, long-ranged, and lightly armed. It should be able to sniff around Tazarian space without getting caught. Get out there, find out who's out there, and get them on our side."
I saluted. "Understood, sir."
"Good luck, Commander." | Pacing outside the Oval Office, all I could think was "we have to prepare".
He's got to listen, we don't have long.
The first message came in last month and we've been decoding since. It came in bursts of red shifted light, Morse code. We estimate it was sent in the late 1840's. Morse code had only just been invented. The President was briefed this morning and it's my job to explain the details and come up with a plan.
President Trump invited me in, closed the curtains and dismissed his aides. It was just me and him now.
"Mr President, we've had confirmed message of an invasion, we estimate it's 150 years old. They have the capability to travel at close to the speed of light, they'll be here within the next 30 years and we need..."
He cut me off.
"Sit down son". He passed me a whisky.
He's not listening. Listen to me you stupid, floppy haired idiot. You can't build a wall to stop this. It's coming and we need to prepare. "Have you ever heard of Moore's Law?".
The question caught me off guard, what's that got to do with an alien invasion?
"Yes, but why is that important Mr President?"
"Tell me what you know..."
"Well, it says that every two years, computing power will double", I fired back. "Are you saying we'll be able to defend ourselves? I think that's a mistake, you don't understand how advanced they will be by now..."
"Oh I understand perfectly"
Confused, I needed an explanation. I've heard of no advanced weapons tech that could protect us.
"I'm not following you Mr President".
"Do you think Moores law only applies to Earth?"
"What are you suggesting...?"
"I'm not suggesting son, you really thought we invented the microchip ourselves?"
"Sir?"
The President looked me in the eye "son, do you really think humanity could develop a rocket and go to the moon just 50 years after they learned to fly?"
What is this? I could only look at him in disbelief.
He went on, "We established our first colony in 1916, by 1944 we had eradicated 90% of the human population. The last pocket of resistance was destroyed 1945 in Nagasaki."
"No, I don't believe you, the message says they are coming with zero point energy weapons, an atomic bomb isn't a..."
He cut me off again, "would you waste precious resources on destroying a nest of ants?"
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[WP] A fifty year old superhero’s powers are rendered obsolete by modern technology. | That day was a blessed one for our tribe. After three moons gone, Ka'Dem had returned from his visit to the tribes in the hills where it rained more often than not. We had given him salt and furs and rare fishes that could only be found in the mountain lake. In return, we only wanted one thing: the secret of fire.
"It must be fed constantly," he told us as we helped him gather fallen twigs. "Like a bear preparing for its winter rest." He showed us how to sort the fire's food into three piles: dried grasses and leaves which he called "milk". Next were slivers and twigs. These he named after the broth of bones and scraps our women made for children who had learned to walk. Finally were the thick logs called "elk meat", which the hunters brought to those who had their second teeth. "This is how they taught me, and this is how our tribe will remember for many generations: as you would feed a newborn as it grows, so should you feed a fire."
We were all gathered around, watching as he demonstrated the cutting of a plank of wood and how a trench must be dug in it, as fire could only be pulled with great effort out of the air. I stood to stretch; I'd been helping Ka'Dem since the dim dawn had broke and was ready for a nap. As I twisted my frame to stretch my backbones, I noticed that Ka'Lall was watching us all from a distance, his face painted with sadness.
Ka'Lall was more than just an elder; he was the eldest of us all and was once a hunter so strong that he could wrestle an Auroch with ease. We didn't need fire when he was Elder of Elders, as he could cook our Elk with merely his gaze. Ka'Dem told me that he'd once leapt over a mountain. Many fantastic stories were told throughout the valleys about him, and most were true. But that was before the calamity.
One day the earth shook, and soon the clouds watching over the valley grew thicker and darker. Bits of what I now know as ash fell from them; none of us knew what that was in those days and we thought it a strange form of snow. Ka'Lall kept us warm when the sun hid behind the clouds and never showed itself again.
"And now the last step," Ka'Dem said quietly. This was the secret which we had gambled our precious stores on. He stood a thick, sharpened stick on a small pile of milk and began rubbing his palms together, turning it rapidly. "The stars will turn before this pulls the fire from the air, but once it does...." He left his thought unsaid, but we all knew what this meant. With fire, we had a chance of living through the approaching winter. Without it, we would all die in the cold.
And the stars turned. And they left to sleep behind the clouds as the dim sun awoke. But still there was no fire.
Ka'Lall had kept us alive that first winter of darkness. With his great strength and speed he was the only one of us who could hunt the herds which were fleeing the darkened valley. He used his gaze to heat the rocks in our cave so that they kept us warm. But soon it became obvious that his strength was waning. He grew older, his hair greying and his skin wrinkling. His formidable age was catching up to him. Soon even he could not hunt.
"Boar's breath!" Ka'Dem exclaimed, waking me from my slumber. The tribe had dispersed long ago. Whispers of fear had begun to spread through the tribe. Ka'Dem's face was painted with confusion and anger. "Not enough! Feel it!" He grabbed my hand and placed it over the milk. It was quite warm, like a rock that had been baked by the sun in summer. But not as warm as the stones that Ka'Lall had given us.
To my surprise, he was sitting beside my bedding, watching Ka'Dem struggle to make fire. I wanted to say something, but I hesitated. His face was painted with worry, and I couldn't tell if it was because of the fire's stubborness, or if he knew that he would have no purpose once it was lit. Ka'dem continued to turn the stick between his palms, which were now painted with his blood and blistered. He turned it violently, his energy drawn from anger and frustration. We three sat silently, listening the the scrape of wood on wood, until Ka'Lall spoke suddenly.
"If the fire comes from the air," he said quietly, "then perhaps you should dig it a bit wider." Ka'Dem threw down his stick in a sudden rush of anger, his face painted red with rage.
"Perhaps," he shouted, pointing a bloody finger at the elder, "you should just go play with the children." I gasped. To tell an elder to play was to suggest that they had no other use in the tribe, that their only value was in entertaining the young ones, not even worthy of attending to them as the women did. I stood to challenge Ka'Dem, to protect the honour of the man who had been an Elder of Elders, but Ka'Lall laid a hand on my shoulder and held me down with a strength I'd never felt before, as if he were ten men. And he merely smiled.
"You're right; it is time for me to go play with the children," he said. "I see that now, because once this fire is alive and keeping my people warm, I will have lived beyond my use. But if it is not, then I will have no use either, because my people will die in the cold." He took a deep breath and slowly let it out as Ka'Dem stared at him blankly. "So I would rather my people lived as I faded than be by myself, wandering the wilderness without purpose." And Ka'Lall closed his eyes and began breathing deeply.
He sat for many breaths as we watched, curious but afraid to rouse him. And then. And then he opened his eyes again and we saw something we hadn't in many turns of the moon. His eyes burned red like they had long ago when he kept his people alive during the first winter. And the milk on Ka'Dem's plank began to make cracks and pops, and then burst into a small flame. He had made fire.
We watched in awe as the flames ate at the milk. Then Ka'Dem leapt to his feet.
"Keep adding more milk so it doesn't die!" He ran deep into the cave where the tribe slept, and I could hear his shouts bouncing off the walls: "Ka'Lall has done it! Ka'Lall has made fire! Wake up you slugs, Ka'Lall has made us fire!"
And I turned to Ka'Lall to thank him, the Elder of Elders who had saved his people from the darkness and chill of winter again. But Ka'Lall was no more. | The gray concrete walls of the prison cell weigh heavily on Mr, Thompson- a man once known as the telepath king- two men walk in. They are the same two men that Mr. Thompson has interacted with since he was first brought in to the hellhole that he currently resides in a few months ago, brought in by a badge toting SWAT team. The taller of the two- he doesn't know their names- says, "Today's the day. Come with us."
"More torture?" Thompson asks in a disinterested tone, worn out from the constant battery of cruel tests he has endured.
"What? Noo," the shorter replies, "Okay well maybe, but this is a different kind of torture! Come on."
The taller takes Thompson- the now washed up mind reading hero- by the arm and leads him into the sterile white hallway past all sorts of other reinforced steel doors. Thompson remember what lies behind some of those doors, horrible prodding, scrapping, cutting machines hours of blinding pain and the constant smell of blood in the air. As he remembers these things Thompson stares at both of the black suited men escorting him, and he tries to use his power. In his mind he screams at the men "SHOOT YOURSELVES IN THE HEAD" And just like all of the other times it doesn't work.
They bring him into another room, one he hasn't been into before. It's not like any of the other torture chambers, it takes a moment for Thompson to realize that he is on the non-reflective side of a two way mirror looking into another test chamber. Inside that chamber is a man in a yellow jump suit, a table, and another man in a white lab coat.
The taller man walks over to an intercom on the wall, "Okay we're here you can begin."
The man in the lab coat nods and puts on a slim white headband. Mr Thompson watches curiously- and with no small amount of apprehension, he knows these are evil people- as the lab coat guy reaches into his pocket.
He takes out a gun and places it on the table.
"No, don't!" Thompson cries out immediately understanding the entirety of the situation. They have his power. "What kind of sick government allows you fucks to do this?"
The taller of the two men looks at him and grins, "I think you're misunderstanding..."
On the other side of the glass the man in the jump suit picks up the gun and shoots himself in the head.
"We're not FROM the government," he finishes. Then he puts on a headband of his own, and also pulls out a gun, "Now. Shoot yourself in the head." | |
[WP] Jesus is an intergalactic fugitive who is known for starting cults on contact-forbidden developing worlds. The intergalactic bounty hunter tracks his last known coordinates to Earth. | The men crowded around the screen. They were in a bar, *The Fett*. It was well known as a hang out place for bounty hunters.
Criminal Profiles slowly scrolled across the screen. So far, nobody was interested in any of them.
Another profile appeared, this one caught the attention of a bounty hunter. He was named Jeffery Ayers.
The profile read:
*WANTED
Venjamin Schawlow
Crimes:
Contacting no-contact worlds
Religious Offenses
Evading Justice
Last known location: Terra, Sol System*
Jeff copied the bounty onto his holo-pad and headed off to the spaceport.
*Terra*, he thought, *why would anyone go there?* The native species, the Terrans, were extremely violent- so much so that it was declared illegal to contact them, for fear that if they gained interstellar travel they would wipe out other empires. Though many times in the past, empires made contact with the Terrans illegally, hoping that they could be trained into fighting empire's wars for them.
As his ship was being prepared for takeoff, Jeff researched Schawlow. According to the database, he was wanted for starting various cults on developing planets. However, this latest cult on Terran was by far the most successful. Known to them as Jesus of Nazareth, he had founded a cult a few thousand years ago, which today had over 2 billion Terrans following it, over a quarter of their population.
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He departed from the Centauri system. He was lucky he had found a contract so close to him. Either way, the flight to Terra was dangerous, as the Terrans emitted vast amounts of radio signals that could easily trick an unaware pilot into flying to their death.
Sol was roughly 4 light years away. While a ship with a wormhole drive could easily make that trip within a few Standard Hours, Jeff's ship didn't have one (only military ships and the Galactic Police did). His ships didn't even have antimatter engines. No, he had old fashioned Ion engines. Even the Terrans had prototypes of those! However, his ship was equipped with suspended animation chambers, so he wouldn't be forced to simply wait for 8 Standard Years.
He stepped into the Cryostasis chamber, closed his eyes, and slept the next 8 years until he was awoken by his ship's AI
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(I may write more later. Let me know what you think! I know its not very good though.) | *Writers' Disclaimer:* This philosophical juxtaposition between law and morality aims to elevate all of humanity pairs an amazing setting for special effects to any takers of high budgeted flops, there just isn't any real significance behind the story, regardless of the outcome, save one fascinating event: a stellar production by the likes that "Forest Gump", or "Saving Private Ryan". So unless you are hired by Tom Hanks, do not attempt story this at home.
*This is Chapter One: The Wise Men*
The place I came to was barren, my long journey had been cold, wet, and painful due to the deceleration of my rundown third generation Type II Hyperon capsule, a common problem with escape capsules of that era. They had been terribly programmed for reentry into a variety of differing gravity situations, though it did save my life from the Hunters. I thought I would have been safe with the Dralracii, but it seems the Hunters were more resourceful than I gave them credit. I had no warning they were on the planet before they raided the city, and they slaughtered thousands before I made it to the pod to flee. I chose the Mark II for its out of date programming and pre-emergent technologies, which would make it very hard to track or locate as it moved, something which allowed me to escape before, and is the single reason that I am still alive.
The landscape around me is dry, a welcome change from the capsules interior, which had a leak in the liner of the pod itself, (mainly for shielding of intergalactic radiation) giving the entire interior layer of moist condensate all over the walls and myself, I found myself pickled and soggy upon arrival. The wind is lightly stirring dust along the trail before me, and I focus on the distant horizon, turning around getting my bearings... there is nothing to see, just more sand, few scrub brush, and my pod. The pod had half buried itself into the sand, a large mound pushed up before it, it stuck out as a silvery bullet in the otherwise flat landscape. There was nothing I could do for it now, with no help to right it, I would have to leave it in its current resting place. I began to walk. I was not walking straight, but I had to make a decision, I had to find shelter, find water, find someone to help me in this desolate place. I had landed near a city, I knew that the Mark II had been programmed to land near any inhabited locations, but I fear the high gravity of the planet had interfered once again with its ability to accurately land me within reasonable distance of that population. I circled the pod, breathing deeply and feeling the remaining moisture from the capsule being whipped away by the Sun's powerful rays, breathing in dust from the planets desert, and my panic began: I had to flee for my life, I must get to safety!
Many thoughts flew though my mind: I had always been that of privilege, all during my adolescence I had enjoyed the comforts of technology, perfectly balanced air quality, freshly cultivated genetically engineered vegetables and meats, medical bioengineering for every aspect of life one can imagine, and then there was my parents, the purist philosophical version of conservatism, pragmatic and cold, which molded my philosophy away from the mainstream, teaching me lessons not seen by any others, I rebelled to be my own voice, to break their mold, *I would not be the son they wanted me to be,* I would decide my own destiny. I saw the flashes of the Dralracii dying in the streets as the Hunters blitzed my location, with one goal: annihilate all life in the area. Though terrible effective at their task, they were brutally low tech about their mission, as a consequence of protocol to leave no traces of technology or their presence as members of a Type II civilization. The last thing I saw as my pod left the planet was the beam of light from the orbital ship turning everything in the city to salt, a death ray devised to eradicate anything that remained, evidence to be precise.
There was one image I could not get out of my head, a woman covering her child, being beaten down by a Hunter using a barh-et, the tradition weapon used by a Hunter, a long massive wooden bat, gilded with metal runners of steal, much like a mace and a sword combined. He beat the woman to death in several blows to the back, leaving her and her child in the street where they fell, running to the next victim, the hoard of them moving through the street like rabid dogs.
*All my fault.* This was the only thought to all of it I could muster, *All my fault*...
My eyes scanned around, feeling dizzy from the heat, I had to choose... everything went black, and I felt myself falling to the ground. All went black.
I awoke with a dry mouth, slowly opening my eyes to a night sky, I saw stars, up in the heavens, this planet was beautiful. Turning my head slowly, I saw a man in a turban, with a long grey beard, his robes were loose and red, he bore a staff, gilded with silver. He spoke in a language to the others, I could not understand. Two others came forth, they peered down on me, curious, their eyes telling me they wanted to know my story, but had nothing to explain my capsule. I sat up, and saw they had pitched a tent, thrown a rug underneath me, and made a small camp around my capsule. I knew what they wanted. So I began to teach them, teach them my story. I pointed up, then slowly drew a line to the ground. They looked on, then at each other, then back to me. I never blinked. They moved their heads to the sky, they looked back at me, then the capsule... they slowly did some math. They looked at one another for support to their own conclusion. I placed my hand on my chest, and then with the other hand pointed at the sky once again, slowly drawing a line to the ground, then opening my hand palm down, then slowly turning it over and opening it up to face them. "I am one of you now." I said.
And so began my journey on Earth.
Edited for spelling: damn find/replace! | |
[WP] Jesus is an intergalactic fugitive who is known for starting cults on contact-forbidden developing worlds. The intergalactic bounty hunter tracks his last known coordinates to Earth. | "Have you found Jesus?" the man in black asked.
My face contorted. *Being Human for Dummies* said this was rage.
"No, I haven't!" I spat. "Why would I be here if I'd found Jesus?"
I guess he wasn't expecting me to shout. I didn't mean to, I was just having trouble modulating the analog vocal synthesiser these primates used to communicate. He crossed his legs, protecting the thin tube of flesh in his groin that circulated his bodily fluids. I suspected he was hiding something.
"It might be a silly question, but what makes you want to *find* him?"
"I want the reward."
He nodded. "Yes, everybody wants that reward. But we have to *work* for it; we have to *earn* it."
*Is this asshole telling me how to do my job?* I wondered. Maybe he *also* wanted the reward.
"Jesus says that he is like the good shepherd, who when having lost one of his flock, leaves all of them to go find it."
I stood up out of my chair with enough force to knock it over. How could he know that I'd been trained by the man himself? That I'd left the flock and had to flee for my life centuries before I became a bounty hunter?
He wasn't in it for the money; he was *working* for the bastard!
"He's watching, isn't he?" I asked.
"Jesus is always watching," he replied, glancing at the toppled chair. "Is there something you wish he didn't see?"
*He knows about the weapon,* I thought.
"Can you send him a message?"
He frowned. "Why don't you tell him yourself?"
*He's here?!*
"Just tell him... tell him I'm not afraid. I know what I have to do, and I'll be back. With more."
I spun on my heel and ran out the door. I had no idea how far the surveillance drones extended, possibly all over the planet. He'd done that before. He'd turned entire planets into his little death traps.
So I hid against the door. If he was in that room, I'd hear it. If he wasn't...
"Frank!" called a woman's voice. "Don't send the newbies preaching! You'll get into trouble again!"
| > Acts 1:7-9
> 7 He said to them: “It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority.
> 8 But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”
> 9 After he said this, he was taken up before their very eyes, and a cloud hid him from their sight.
The tractor beam kept Jesus floating upwards behind the cloud. It was a little far, and the low pressure was beginning to bother him, but he had parked so high for a reason. Even these primitive people would know what he was if they saw him fly off in his shuttle. The beam led him into the shuttle, which was camouflaged among the clouds, and once he had closed the trap door at the bottom of his shuttle, he sighed and let himself rest on the ground.
Then he laughed.
Nobody in the Intergalactic Union knew why Jesus, AKA Joshua, AKA Josh, AKA Yoshte'al of Planet Zenatar, did what he did. They looked upon him like a puzzle of a thousand pieces, all of which changed shape and size at irregular intervals. "How strange", they would say, or "why would he pick that place?"
Jesus didn't care, though. It was not about the place, or the people. It was about the adoration. Primitive people would fall in love with anyone and anything that was beyond them. A packet of wine powder flavouring hidden in his sleeve, a pocket replicator here or there, a second heart... little tricks here and there and he would find himself adored by disciples, hated by the elites, the truest celebrity that there could ever be.
He loved every minute of it. They were so easily amazed by his entrances and his exits! He laughed, and laughed, laying down on the floor of his shuttle rejoicing at what had just occurred. It felt so good to be loved so deeply. Zenatarians were good at many things, like shapeshifting, and deriving nutrients from the soil, but they did not love--they were never so deluded--as most other sentient beings in the universe. It was intoxicating.
"What's so funny?"
The mirth vanished from Jesus' face and he sat up, gasping for air. There, in the pilot's seat, slouched Toyel.
"...Shit," he muttered.
"I asked you a question, buddy. What's so damn funny?"
"Look, Toyel, I know what this looks like--"
"What this looks like? I know what this is. You know that I know what this is."
"I was just having a little fun, I--"
Toyel smiled, and pressed a few buttons in front of her. The shuttle sped off the planet, and Jesus fell backwards and to one side, until he was plastered across the back panel.
"I'm not going to make the same mistake again. We're Tatalo Five. Then, you're going to spend a lot of time in a very small room with a big tough roommate called Pud."
As the acceleration began to decrease, and their speed became more constant, Jesus began making his way to one of the seats. The seatbelt strapped itself across him automatically, and Toyel put holding bracelets on his arms.
"Didn't I tell you I would catch you eventually?"
Jesus said nothing. He was too busy planning his next move. Tatalo Five was the outermost planet in a circumbinary star system. That put it in a surprisingly convenient position, as far as jails went...
"Oh no you don't."
"I don't what? I know when I'm beaten, Toyel," Jesus said, giving her a respectful little nod. If he could get a hold of a two-engine intergalactic ship...
"I know that face. You're not slipping through the cracks again. I've had it with you getting glorified turtles to worship you."
"This time it was apes," he added, still thinking about the logistics of it all. He would have an easy time sling-shooting around with one of those, at which point the engine drive would get overworked due to the radiation, and then he could be home free, with a super-charged engine that could go anywhere he wanted.
"I don't care. Stop doing what you're doing. You lost."
"I'm not doing anything." Jesus smiled. He was rather proud of that smile. It had entranced so many different tribes, after all.
"Then this won't hinder you one bit."
"Wha--"
She stabbed him in the shoulder with a small tube. The thing released... something, in his body, and as it changed shape to adapt, blackness closed in on him.
"I went shopping after last time," she said, but he didn't really hear her. He didn't really hear anything. Within the minute, he was completely unconscious, his body pulsing occasionally as if to verify he was still alive. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | "Hello," I whispered to her for the first time in ten years. "Hello" I heard back, reluctantly. "Did you read it?" I asked her, "is it enough?". There was heavy breathing down the phone. "No, I still think. . . " . Panic on my end. "Before you say it, you are the only reason I still. . ." "I still think you should kill yourself." The line went dead and I wept, but the phone fell from my paralyzed cheek. If only I could move. | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | A cracking twig pierces the air. The sky dims grey and the moon comes out. Why a bird must always fly in front of it, I will never know.
As I walk home down this dusty old path, I hear an echo of footsteps behind me. I tense, and increase my pace. So do the steps. I want to turn around, but I can’t. It’s dark, and I’m almost home. The footsteps are closer. I can’t help myself and run. The footsteps follow.
I’m almost at the gate, when my toe catches on a root. A hand grasps my shoulder… | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | I sit at the table with all of my friends.
A feast lay before us, one that transcends.
Former companions squirming in sin.
For they no longer have any skin.
Bound to our chairs we sit helplessly still.
We wait for our fate as we all feel the chill.
As wrath incarnate describes all the rules.
Of the game we shall play where we are the ghouls.
Our stomachs are heaving and mouths left agape.
For the past has caught up and only one can escape.
Our banquet begins.
One wrought by our sins.
| My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The alley is cold at night
The cold wind sweeps the trash around the hole you call a bed, the city figures walk past oblivious to your presence, good, it’s better for them that way. The secrets you hide, what you’ve heard from the worst in people, the lowest of the low. You remember when they came to you, offering comfort, offering food, offering a new life. They gave you that for sure. Those two, their images burned into your brain. The memory of the night they took your eyes.
The alley is cold at night, its dark here too.
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word count: 100 words
both positive and negative critique welcome.
| My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | My sisters are identical. They have the same smile. They have the same hair. They have the same eyes.
Beth is thinner, but Eliza has the better hair. It's like there one person. And now they are, the same person, I know. I know, I know this so well.
I watch them sleeping as I sat down my sewing needle and discard the extra parts. | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | Exhausted from another day of work, you drive up to your house and notice a strange car in front of you house. After cautiously pulling your car into the driveway you walk up to find your door hanging wide open. Holding your keys as defense you creep inside where your once beautiful wife, five year old son and three year old daughter lay in a pool of blood. A man stands above them, laughing maliciously, brings the gun up to his head and pulls the trigger. He tumbles to the ground, crumpled upon your family, splattering them with his blood.
Word Count: 100
First story on here, I'd love any feedback! | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The strike was quick and left us with almost no time to react. Jamie’s lifeless body collapsed to the floor as a spray of warm blood spewed across the back of my neck.
I had no time to be disgusted.
No time to morn.
No time to see what the fuck was hunting us.
I just had to keep running and as my gaze briefly meet Steve’s, I could tell he knew as well. We turned the corner and my heart briefly stopped as all we saw before us was a brick wall. I collapsed, tears running down my face.
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Word count: 100
Pretty new to all this writing prompt stuff so feedback would be awesome! | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | We're going to make the world a better place. The head cheerleader at my school once had her boyfriend beat up a geek from her class because he'd written her a love letter. The captain of the football team sexually assaulted one of the unpopular girls, and peer pressure made her drop all charges. This goes on everywhere. But tomorrow, the pretty bitches' lockers all over the country will contain acid traps. The bullies' lockers will contain anthrax spores. After this, the strong and beautiful will also be kind and humble. Or else we set our second plan in motion.
Feel free to critique | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | She woke up. Always the same nightmare around this time. Her sheet and blanket were soaked. Not worse than usual, but still uncomfortable to sleep on. She went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and blood. As she looked in the mirror to remove the big chunks of meat from her teeth, she could see the full moon setting through the window. | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The bedroom is dark and quiet and my son and wife are fast asleep. He really is too old for sleeping in our bed, but tonight is a rare exception.
I hear a familiar padding and smile to myself. When Coco showed up years ago it only took one miserable *meow* before we decided to take her in. In return, she became my son's best friend. Of course she has come looking for him.
*Thump!* She curls up next to my son. There is a strange smell in the air. That is when I remember: We buried her this afternoon. | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | “Hello?”
Dead silence.
Jane hung up. This was the third call in two days. An unknown number would ring. Nothing.
She went back to typing. Keys clicking with frightened hesitation.
*Ring!*
An exasperated huff. “What?!”
Deep in the silence on the other end she heard, “what…”
It was Jane’s voice.
“Fuck this!” She spat into the phone. Body rigid.
“fuck this…” out of the phone’s speaker, it was clear as could be.
Even I could hear it.
I crept my way down the hall. Into her office.
She was still sitting, frozen, when I put my hands around her throat. | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | I remember waking up in the ambulance, bound, unable to move. The rough canvas of the straps dug into my skin. Bright lights from the roof filled my sight. A man sat in the corner, jostling side-to-side with the bumps in the road. His form slid up alongside me and pulled open one of my eyelids with his thumb. “I think he’s gone,” said the jostling man. “Vitals are flat.” The ambulance pulled to the side of the road and stopped sharply in the gravel of the shoulder. Another man, the driver, leaned over my head and said, “Begin extracting.” | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | It's getting later and you should probably think about going to sleep, although, just one more page won't hurt. As you browse through the prompts one sparks some interest, a few short stories, you could read those before bed, after all they're only a hundred words. You crack your neck, one hand holding your head as you use the other to scroll. Something in the back of your mind makes you wonder if you locked the door tonight, you did, right? So where is that breeze coming from? I'd turn around if I were you... | My brother and I hide in the pantry. I use what little light there is to look through the horizontal slats on the door. The kitchen is ruined, but quiet.
My fingers are laced together over Adam's mouth to stifle his crying. His shaking reverberates through my rib cage. I feel the hotness of his breath, and look down to see condensed breath escaping between my fingers like a vent on the sidewalk.
It's then that I realize the thing that brings the frost isn't out there at all. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | "Hello," I whispered to her for the first time in ten years. "Hello" I heard back, reluctantly. "Did you read it?" I asked her, "is it enough?". There was heavy breathing down the phone. "No, I still think. . . " . Panic on my end. "Before you say it, you are the only reason I still. . ." "I still think you should kill yourself." The line went dead and I wept, but the phone fell from my paralyzed cheek. If only I could move. | Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | A cracking twig pierces the air. The sky dims grey and the moon comes out. Why a bird must always fly in front of it, I will never know.
As I walk home down this dusty old path, I hear an echo of footsteps behind me. I tense, and increase my pace. So do the steps. I want to turn around, but I can’t. It’s dark, and I’m almost home. The footsteps are closer. I can’t help myself and run. The footsteps follow.
I’m almost at the gate, when my toe catches on a root. A hand grasps my shoulder… | Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | I sit at the table with all of my friends.
A feast lay before us, one that transcends.
Former companions squirming in sin.
For they no longer have any skin.
Bound to our chairs we sit helplessly still.
We wait for our fate as we all feel the chill.
As wrath incarnate describes all the rules.
Of the game we shall play where we are the ghouls.
Our stomachs are heaving and mouths left agape.
For the past has caught up and only one can escape.
Our banquet begins.
One wrought by our sins.
| Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The alley is cold at night
The cold wind sweeps the trash around the hole you call a bed, the city figures walk past oblivious to your presence, good, it’s better for them that way. The secrets you hide, what you’ve heard from the worst in people, the lowest of the low. You remember when they came to you, offering comfort, offering food, offering a new life. They gave you that for sure. Those two, their images burned into your brain. The memory of the night they took your eyes.
The alley is cold at night, its dark here too.
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word count: 100 words
both positive and negative critique welcome.
| Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | My sisters are identical. They have the same smile. They have the same hair. They have the same eyes.
Beth is thinner, but Eliza has the better hair. It's like there one person. And now they are, the same person, I know. I know, I know this so well.
I watch them sleeping as I sat down my sewing needle and discard the extra parts. | Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | Exhausted from another day of work, you drive up to your house and notice a strange car in front of you house. After cautiously pulling your car into the driveway you walk up to find your door hanging wide open. Holding your keys as defense you creep inside where your once beautiful wife, five year old son and three year old daughter lay in a pool of blood. A man stands above them, laughing maliciously, brings the gun up to his head and pulls the trigger. He tumbles to the ground, crumpled upon your family, splattering them with his blood.
Word Count: 100
First story on here, I'd love any feedback! | Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The strike was quick and left us with almost no time to react. Jamie’s lifeless body collapsed to the floor as a spray of warm blood spewed across the back of my neck.
I had no time to be disgusted.
No time to morn.
No time to see what the fuck was hunting us.
I just had to keep running and as my gaze briefly meet Steve’s, I could tell he knew as well. We turned the corner and my heart briefly stopped as all we saw before us was a brick wall. I collapsed, tears running down my face.
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Word count: 100
Pretty new to all this writing prompt stuff so feedback would be awesome! | Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | We're going to make the world a better place. The head cheerleader at my school once had her boyfriend beat up a geek from her class because he'd written her a love letter. The captain of the football team sexually assaulted one of the unpopular girls, and peer pressure made her drop all charges. This goes on everywhere. But tomorrow, the pretty bitches' lockers all over the country will contain acid traps. The bullies' lockers will contain anthrax spores. After this, the strong and beautiful will also be kind and humble. Or else we set our second plan in motion.
Feel free to critique | Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | She woke up. Always the same nightmare around this time. Her sheet and blanket were soaked. Not worse than usual, but still uncomfortable to sleep on. She went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and blood. As she looked in the mirror to remove the big chunks of meat from her teeth, she could see the full moon setting through the window. | Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The bedroom is dark and quiet and my son and wife are fast asleep. He really is too old for sleeping in our bed, but tonight is a rare exception.
I hear a familiar padding and smile to myself. When Coco showed up years ago it only took one miserable *meow* before we decided to take her in. In return, she became my son's best friend. Of course she has come looking for him.
*Thump!* She curls up next to my son. There is a strange smell in the air. That is when I remember: We buried her this afternoon. | Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | “Hello?”
Dead silence.
Jane hung up. This was the third call in two days. An unknown number would ring. Nothing.
She went back to typing. Keys clicking with frightened hesitation.
*Ring!*
An exasperated huff. “What?!”
Deep in the silence on the other end she heard, “what…”
It was Jane’s voice.
“Fuck this!” She spat into the phone. Body rigid.
“fuck this…” out of the phone’s speaker, it was clear as could be.
Even I could hear it.
I crept my way down the hall. Into her office.
She was still sitting, frozen, when I put my hands around her throat. | Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | It's getting later and you should probably think about going to sleep, although, just one more page won't hurt. As you browse through the prompts one sparks some interest, a few short stories, you could read those before bed, after all they're only a hundred words. You crack your neck, one hand holding your head as you use the other to scroll. Something in the back of your mind makes you wonder if you locked the door tonight, you did, right? So where is that breeze coming from? I'd turn around if I were you... | Again. I know it's there. It's there every night. That thing.
I blacked out the windows, so I wouldn't see it's shadow pacing. I can finally sleep.
I can’t tell that my eyes are open. I hear the water in the pipes running past my head. These new sounds are intermittent and jolting, but at least I know I won’t have to see it again.
Still, I can feel it, now it’s all around me. The weight of the dark sends shivers down my back. Oh God.
A light comes alive in the hallway.
It’s here. I know it’s here. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | A cracking twig pierces the air. The sky dims grey and the moon comes out. Why a bird must always fly in front of it, I will never know.
As I walk home down this dusty old path, I hear an echo of footsteps behind me. I tense, and increase my pace. So do the steps. I want to turn around, but I can’t. It’s dark, and I’m almost home. The footsteps are closer. I can’t help myself and run. The footsteps follow.
I’m almost at the gate, when my toe catches on a root. A hand grasps my shoulder… | It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | I sit at the table with all of my friends.
A feast lay before us, one that transcends.
Former companions squirming in sin.
For they no longer have any skin.
Bound to our chairs we sit helplessly still.
We wait for our fate as we all feel the chill.
As wrath incarnate describes all the rules.
Of the game we shall play where we are the ghouls.
Our stomachs are heaving and mouths left agape.
For the past has caught up and only one can escape.
Our banquet begins.
One wrought by our sins.
| It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The alley is cold at night
The cold wind sweeps the trash around the hole you call a bed, the city figures walk past oblivious to your presence, good, it’s better for them that way. The secrets you hide, what you’ve heard from the worst in people, the lowest of the low. You remember when they came to you, offering comfort, offering food, offering a new life. They gave you that for sure. Those two, their images burned into your brain. The memory of the night they took your eyes.
The alley is cold at night, its dark here too.
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word count: 100 words
both positive and negative critique welcome.
| It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | My sisters are identical. They have the same smile. They have the same hair. They have the same eyes.
Beth is thinner, but Eliza has the better hair. It's like there one person. And now they are, the same person, I know. I know, I know this so well.
I watch them sleeping as I sat down my sewing needle and discard the extra parts. | It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | Exhausted from another day of work, you drive up to your house and notice a strange car in front of you house. After cautiously pulling your car into the driveway you walk up to find your door hanging wide open. Holding your keys as defense you creep inside where your once beautiful wife, five year old son and three year old daughter lay in a pool of blood. A man stands above them, laughing maliciously, brings the gun up to his head and pulls the trigger. He tumbles to the ground, crumpled upon your family, splattering them with his blood.
Word Count: 100
First story on here, I'd love any feedback! | It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The strike was quick and left us with almost no time to react. Jamie’s lifeless body collapsed to the floor as a spray of warm blood spewed across the back of my neck.
I had no time to be disgusted.
No time to morn.
No time to see what the fuck was hunting us.
I just had to keep running and as my gaze briefly meet Steve’s, I could tell he knew as well. We turned the corner and my heart briefly stopped as all we saw before us was a brick wall. I collapsed, tears running down my face.
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Word count: 100
Pretty new to all this writing prompt stuff so feedback would be awesome! | It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | We're going to make the world a better place. The head cheerleader at my school once had her boyfriend beat up a geek from her class because he'd written her a love letter. The captain of the football team sexually assaulted one of the unpopular girls, and peer pressure made her drop all charges. This goes on everywhere. But tomorrow, the pretty bitches' lockers all over the country will contain acid traps. The bullies' lockers will contain anthrax spores. After this, the strong and beautiful will also be kind and humble. Or else we set our second plan in motion.
Feel free to critique | It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | She woke up. Always the same nightmare around this time. Her sheet and blanket were soaked. Not worse than usual, but still uncomfortable to sleep on. She went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and blood. As she looked in the mirror to remove the big chunks of meat from her teeth, she could see the full moon setting through the window. | It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The bedroom is dark and quiet and my son and wife are fast asleep. He really is too old for sleeping in our bed, but tonight is a rare exception.
I hear a familiar padding and smile to myself. When Coco showed up years ago it only took one miserable *meow* before we decided to take her in. In return, she became my son's best friend. Of course she has come looking for him.
*Thump!* She curls up next to my son. There is a strange smell in the air. That is when I remember: We buried her this afternoon. | It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | “Hello?”
Dead silence.
Jane hung up. This was the third call in two days. An unknown number would ring. Nothing.
She went back to typing. Keys clicking with frightened hesitation.
*Ring!*
An exasperated huff. “What?!”
Deep in the silence on the other end she heard, “what…”
It was Jane’s voice.
“Fuck this!” She spat into the phone. Body rigid.
“fuck this…” out of the phone’s speaker, it was clear as could be.
Even I could hear it.
I crept my way down the hall. Into her office.
She was still sitting, frozen, when I put my hands around her throat. | It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | It's getting later and you should probably think about going to sleep, although, just one more page won't hurt. As you browse through the prompts one sparks some interest, a few short stories, you could read those before bed, after all they're only a hundred words. You crack your neck, one hand holding your head as you use the other to scroll. Something in the back of your mind makes you wonder if you locked the door tonight, you did, right? So where is that breeze coming from? I'd turn around if I were you... | It was a long day, and you were so tired. You laid to rest on the soft pillow, planning to wake up the next day.
You jolt awake. Why is it so dark? The hallway light must have gone out. You can't feel your hands. It's not a numbness... You struggle to blink, to see anything. Your eyelids don't close. You have no eyelids. You panic, but you can't scream, you can't even take a deep breath. This inability sends you even deeper into the pit of terror. Time doesn't exist, but you'll be here forever. You're dead, my friend. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | A cracking twig pierces the air. The sky dims grey and the moon comes out. Why a bird must always fly in front of it, I will never know.
As I walk home down this dusty old path, I hear an echo of footsteps behind me. I tense, and increase my pace. So do the steps. I want to turn around, but I can’t. It’s dark, and I’m almost home. The footsteps are closer. I can’t help myself and run. The footsteps follow.
I’m almost at the gate, when my toe catches on a root. A hand grasps my shoulder… | "Sweet dreams, honey" I said, as I approached my daughter in her bed for a goodnight kiss.
She stared at me with bright blue eyes held open wide. "There's something under my bed" she whispered under her breath.
"Don't be silly" I said, while crouching down to prove her wrong.
Two big bright blue eyes stared into mine as I peered under the bed: "There's someone in my bed, daddy."
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | I sit at the table with all of my friends.
A feast lay before us, one that transcends.
Former companions squirming in sin.
For they no longer have any skin.
Bound to our chairs we sit helplessly still.
We wait for our fate as we all feel the chill.
As wrath incarnate describes all the rules.
Of the game we shall play where we are the ghouls.
Our stomachs are heaving and mouths left agape.
For the past has caught up and only one can escape.
Our banquet begins.
One wrought by our sins.
| "Sweet dreams, honey" I said, as I approached my daughter in her bed for a goodnight kiss.
She stared at me with bright blue eyes held open wide. "There's something under my bed" she whispered under her breath.
"Don't be silly" I said, while crouching down to prove her wrong.
Two big bright blue eyes stared into mine as I peered under the bed: "There's someone in my bed, daddy."
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The alley is cold at night
The cold wind sweeps the trash around the hole you call a bed, the city figures walk past oblivious to your presence, good, it’s better for them that way. The secrets you hide, what you’ve heard from the worst in people, the lowest of the low. You remember when they came to you, offering comfort, offering food, offering a new life. They gave you that for sure. Those two, their images burned into your brain. The memory of the night they took your eyes.
The alley is cold at night, its dark here too.
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word count: 100 words
both positive and negative critique welcome.
| "Sweet dreams, honey" I said, as I approached my daughter in her bed for a goodnight kiss.
She stared at me with bright blue eyes held open wide. "There's something under my bed" she whispered under her breath.
"Don't be silly" I said, while crouching down to prove her wrong.
Two big bright blue eyes stared into mine as I peered under the bed: "There's someone in my bed, daddy."
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | My sisters are identical. They have the same smile. They have the same hair. They have the same eyes.
Beth is thinner, but Eliza has the better hair. It's like there one person. And now they are, the same person, I know. I know, I know this so well.
I watch them sleeping as I sat down my sewing needle and discard the extra parts. | "Sweet dreams, honey" I said, as I approached my daughter in her bed for a goodnight kiss.
She stared at me with bright blue eyes held open wide. "There's something under my bed" she whispered under her breath.
"Don't be silly" I said, while crouching down to prove her wrong.
Two big bright blue eyes stared into mine as I peered under the bed: "There's someone in my bed, daddy."
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | Exhausted from another day of work, you drive up to your house and notice a strange car in front of you house. After cautiously pulling your car into the driveway you walk up to find your door hanging wide open. Holding your keys as defense you creep inside where your once beautiful wife, five year old son and three year old daughter lay in a pool of blood. A man stands above them, laughing maliciously, brings the gun up to his head and pulls the trigger. He tumbles to the ground, crumpled upon your family, splattering them with his blood.
Word Count: 100
First story on here, I'd love any feedback! | "Sweet dreams, honey" I said, as I approached my daughter in her bed for a goodnight kiss.
She stared at me with bright blue eyes held open wide. "There's something under my bed" she whispered under her breath.
"Don't be silly" I said, while crouching down to prove her wrong.
Two big bright blue eyes stared into mine as I peered under the bed: "There's someone in my bed, daddy."
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The strike was quick and left us with almost no time to react. Jamie’s lifeless body collapsed to the floor as a spray of warm blood spewed across the back of my neck.
I had no time to be disgusted.
No time to morn.
No time to see what the fuck was hunting us.
I just had to keep running and as my gaze briefly meet Steve’s, I could tell he knew as well. We turned the corner and my heart briefly stopped as all we saw before us was a brick wall. I collapsed, tears running down my face.
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Word count: 100
Pretty new to all this writing prompt stuff so feedback would be awesome! | "Sweet dreams, honey" I said, as I approached my daughter in her bed for a goodnight kiss.
She stared at me with bright blue eyes held open wide. "There's something under my bed" she whispered under her breath.
"Don't be silly" I said, while crouching down to prove her wrong.
Two big bright blue eyes stared into mine as I peered under the bed: "There's someone in my bed, daddy."
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | We're going to make the world a better place. The head cheerleader at my school once had her boyfriend beat up a geek from her class because he'd written her a love letter. The captain of the football team sexually assaulted one of the unpopular girls, and peer pressure made her drop all charges. This goes on everywhere. But tomorrow, the pretty bitches' lockers all over the country will contain acid traps. The bullies' lockers will contain anthrax spores. After this, the strong and beautiful will also be kind and humble. Or else we set our second plan in motion.
Feel free to critique | "Sweet dreams, honey" I said, as I approached my daughter in her bed for a goodnight kiss.
She stared at me with bright blue eyes held open wide. "There's something under my bed" she whispered under her breath.
"Don't be silly" I said, while crouching down to prove her wrong.
Two big bright blue eyes stared into mine as I peered under the bed: "There's someone in my bed, daddy."
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | She woke up. Always the same nightmare around this time. Her sheet and blanket were soaked. Not worse than usual, but still uncomfortable to sleep on. She went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and blood. As she looked in the mirror to remove the big chunks of meat from her teeth, she could see the full moon setting through the window. | "Sweet dreams, honey" I said, as I approached my daughter in her bed for a goodnight kiss.
She stared at me with bright blue eyes held open wide. "There's something under my bed" she whispered under her breath.
"Don't be silly" I said, while crouching down to prove her wrong.
Two big bright blue eyes stared into mine as I peered under the bed: "There's someone in my bed, daddy."
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | “Hello?”
Dead silence.
Jane hung up. This was the third call in two days. An unknown number would ring. Nothing.
She went back to typing. Keys clicking with frightened hesitation.
*Ring!*
An exasperated huff. “What?!”
Deep in the silence on the other end she heard, “what…”
It was Jane’s voice.
“Fuck this!” She spat into the phone. Body rigid.
“fuck this…” out of the phone’s speaker, it was clear as could be.
Even I could hear it.
I crept my way down the hall. Into her office.
She was still sitting, frozen, when I put my hands around her throat. | "Sweet dreams, honey" I said, as I approached my daughter in her bed for a goodnight kiss.
She stared at me with bright blue eyes held open wide. "There's something under my bed" she whispered under her breath.
"Don't be silly" I said, while crouching down to prove her wrong.
Two big bright blue eyes stared into mine as I peered under the bed: "There's someone in my bed, daddy."
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | It's getting later and you should probably think about going to sleep, although, just one more page won't hurt. As you browse through the prompts one sparks some interest, a few short stories, you could read those before bed, after all they're only a hundred words. You crack your neck, one hand holding your head as you use the other to scroll. Something in the back of your mind makes you wonder if you locked the door tonight, you did, right? So where is that breeze coming from? I'd turn around if I were you... | "Sweet dreams, honey" I said, as I approached my daughter in her bed for a goodnight kiss.
She stared at me with bright blue eyes held open wide. "There's something under my bed" she whispered under her breath.
"Don't be silly" I said, while crouching down to prove her wrong.
Two big bright blue eyes stared into mine as I peered under the bed: "There's someone in my bed, daddy."
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | A cracking twig pierces the air. The sky dims grey and the moon comes out. Why a bird must always fly in front of it, I will never know.
As I walk home down this dusty old path, I hear an echo of footsteps behind me. I tense, and increase my pace. So do the steps. I want to turn around, but I can’t. It’s dark, and I’m almost home. The footsteps are closer. I can’t help myself and run. The footsteps follow.
I’m almost at the gate, when my toe catches on a root. A hand grasps my shoulder… | I knew it was coming, a deep dark that I avoided all week. I tried pleading to my friends, "Please, Ben, you have to help me out. She's going to come for me."
"Who?" Ben inquired.
"She's going to drag me to hell and I agreed. I signed a deal with the devil."
I knew my day to die, and even knew how. Forced to walk endlessly until I collapsed.
The day had come. She appeared in the doorway.
My wife screeched, "Are you ready to go shoe shopping with me honey, you promised!" | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | I sit at the table with all of my friends.
A feast lay before us, one that transcends.
Former companions squirming in sin.
For they no longer have any skin.
Bound to our chairs we sit helplessly still.
We wait for our fate as we all feel the chill.
As wrath incarnate describes all the rules.
Of the game we shall play where we are the ghouls.
Our stomachs are heaving and mouths left agape.
For the past has caught up and only one can escape.
Our banquet begins.
One wrought by our sins.
| I knew it was coming, a deep dark that I avoided all week. I tried pleading to my friends, "Please, Ben, you have to help me out. She's going to come for me."
"Who?" Ben inquired.
"She's going to drag me to hell and I agreed. I signed a deal with the devil."
I knew my day to die, and even knew how. Forced to walk endlessly until I collapsed.
The day had come. She appeared in the doorway.
My wife screeched, "Are you ready to go shoe shopping with me honey, you promised!" | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The alley is cold at night
The cold wind sweeps the trash around the hole you call a bed, the city figures walk past oblivious to your presence, good, it’s better for them that way. The secrets you hide, what you’ve heard from the worst in people, the lowest of the low. You remember when they came to you, offering comfort, offering food, offering a new life. They gave you that for sure. Those two, their images burned into your brain. The memory of the night they took your eyes.
The alley is cold at night, its dark here too.
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word count: 100 words
both positive and negative critique welcome.
| I knew it was coming, a deep dark that I avoided all week. I tried pleading to my friends, "Please, Ben, you have to help me out. She's going to come for me."
"Who?" Ben inquired.
"She's going to drag me to hell and I agreed. I signed a deal with the devil."
I knew my day to die, and even knew how. Forced to walk endlessly until I collapsed.
The day had come. She appeared in the doorway.
My wife screeched, "Are you ready to go shoe shopping with me honey, you promised!" | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | My sisters are identical. They have the same smile. They have the same hair. They have the same eyes.
Beth is thinner, but Eliza has the better hair. It's like there one person. And now they are, the same person, I know. I know, I know this so well.
I watch them sleeping as I sat down my sewing needle and discard the extra parts. | I knew it was coming, a deep dark that I avoided all week. I tried pleading to my friends, "Please, Ben, you have to help me out. She's going to come for me."
"Who?" Ben inquired.
"She's going to drag me to hell and I agreed. I signed a deal with the devil."
I knew my day to die, and even knew how. Forced to walk endlessly until I collapsed.
The day had come. She appeared in the doorway.
My wife screeched, "Are you ready to go shoe shopping with me honey, you promised!" | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | Exhausted from another day of work, you drive up to your house and notice a strange car in front of you house. After cautiously pulling your car into the driveway you walk up to find your door hanging wide open. Holding your keys as defense you creep inside where your once beautiful wife, five year old son and three year old daughter lay in a pool of blood. A man stands above them, laughing maliciously, brings the gun up to his head and pulls the trigger. He tumbles to the ground, crumpled upon your family, splattering them with his blood.
Word Count: 100
First story on here, I'd love any feedback! | I knew it was coming, a deep dark that I avoided all week. I tried pleading to my friends, "Please, Ben, you have to help me out. She's going to come for me."
"Who?" Ben inquired.
"She's going to drag me to hell and I agreed. I signed a deal with the devil."
I knew my day to die, and even knew how. Forced to walk endlessly until I collapsed.
The day had come. She appeared in the doorway.
My wife screeched, "Are you ready to go shoe shopping with me honey, you promised!" | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The strike was quick and left us with almost no time to react. Jamie’s lifeless body collapsed to the floor as a spray of warm blood spewed across the back of my neck.
I had no time to be disgusted.
No time to morn.
No time to see what the fuck was hunting us.
I just had to keep running and as my gaze briefly meet Steve’s, I could tell he knew as well. We turned the corner and my heart briefly stopped as all we saw before us was a brick wall. I collapsed, tears running down my face.
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Word count: 100
Pretty new to all this writing prompt stuff so feedback would be awesome! | I knew it was coming, a deep dark that I avoided all week. I tried pleading to my friends, "Please, Ben, you have to help me out. She's going to come for me."
"Who?" Ben inquired.
"She's going to drag me to hell and I agreed. I signed a deal with the devil."
I knew my day to die, and even knew how. Forced to walk endlessly until I collapsed.
The day had come. She appeared in the doorway.
My wife screeched, "Are you ready to go shoe shopping with me honey, you promised!" | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | We're going to make the world a better place. The head cheerleader at my school once had her boyfriend beat up a geek from her class because he'd written her a love letter. The captain of the football team sexually assaulted one of the unpopular girls, and peer pressure made her drop all charges. This goes on everywhere. But tomorrow, the pretty bitches' lockers all over the country will contain acid traps. The bullies' lockers will contain anthrax spores. After this, the strong and beautiful will also be kind and humble. Or else we set our second plan in motion.
Feel free to critique | I knew it was coming, a deep dark that I avoided all week. I tried pleading to my friends, "Please, Ben, you have to help me out. She's going to come for me."
"Who?" Ben inquired.
"She's going to drag me to hell and I agreed. I signed a deal with the devil."
I knew my day to die, and even knew how. Forced to walk endlessly until I collapsed.
The day had come. She appeared in the doorway.
My wife screeched, "Are you ready to go shoe shopping with me honey, you promised!" | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | She woke up. Always the same nightmare around this time. Her sheet and blanket were soaked. Not worse than usual, but still uncomfortable to sleep on. She went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and blood. As she looked in the mirror to remove the big chunks of meat from her teeth, she could see the full moon setting through the window. | I knew it was coming, a deep dark that I avoided all week. I tried pleading to my friends, "Please, Ben, you have to help me out. She's going to come for me."
"Who?" Ben inquired.
"She's going to drag me to hell and I agreed. I signed a deal with the devil."
I knew my day to die, and even knew how. Forced to walk endlessly until I collapsed.
The day had come. She appeared in the doorway.
My wife screeched, "Are you ready to go shoe shopping with me honey, you promised!" | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | “Hello?”
Dead silence.
Jane hung up. This was the third call in two days. An unknown number would ring. Nothing.
She went back to typing. Keys clicking with frightened hesitation.
*Ring!*
An exasperated huff. “What?!”
Deep in the silence on the other end she heard, “what…”
It was Jane’s voice.
“Fuck this!” She spat into the phone. Body rigid.
“fuck this…” out of the phone’s speaker, it was clear as could be.
Even I could hear it.
I crept my way down the hall. Into her office.
She was still sitting, frozen, when I put my hands around her throat. | I knew it was coming, a deep dark that I avoided all week. I tried pleading to my friends, "Please, Ben, you have to help me out. She's going to come for me."
"Who?" Ben inquired.
"She's going to drag me to hell and I agreed. I signed a deal with the devil."
I knew my day to die, and even knew how. Forced to walk endlessly until I collapsed.
The day had come. She appeared in the doorway.
My wife screeched, "Are you ready to go shoe shopping with me honey, you promised!" | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | It's getting later and you should probably think about going to sleep, although, just one more page won't hurt. As you browse through the prompts one sparks some interest, a few short stories, you could read those before bed, after all they're only a hundred words. You crack your neck, one hand holding your head as you use the other to scroll. Something in the back of your mind makes you wonder if you locked the door tonight, you did, right? So where is that breeze coming from? I'd turn around if I were you... | I knew it was coming, a deep dark that I avoided all week. I tried pleading to my friends, "Please, Ben, you have to help me out. She's going to come for me."
"Who?" Ben inquired.
"She's going to drag me to hell and I agreed. I signed a deal with the devil."
I knew my day to die, and even knew how. Forced to walk endlessly until I collapsed.
The day had come. She appeared in the doorway.
My wife screeched, "Are you ready to go shoe shopping with me honey, you promised!" | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | A cracking twig pierces the air. The sky dims grey and the moon comes out. Why a bird must always fly in front of it, I will never know.
As I walk home down this dusty old path, I hear an echo of footsteps behind me. I tense, and increase my pace. So do the steps. I want to turn around, but I can’t. It’s dark, and I’m almost home. The footsteps are closer. I can’t help myself and run. The footsteps follow.
I’m almost at the gate, when my toe catches on a root. A hand grasps my shoulder… | Here I am locked in this shit hole. I don't know how did I get here and why I am surrounded by countless corpses.
Only thing they left for me is silence and a paralyzed man in front of me. I found a note in my pocket that to live I have to kill that man with your bare hands. To live that little prick had to killed and I smashed his ugly face under my shoes but he never died nor did I. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | I sit at the table with all of my friends.
A feast lay before us, one that transcends.
Former companions squirming in sin.
For they no longer have any skin.
Bound to our chairs we sit helplessly still.
We wait for our fate as we all feel the chill.
As wrath incarnate describes all the rules.
Of the game we shall play where we are the ghouls.
Our stomachs are heaving and mouths left agape.
For the past has caught up and only one can escape.
Our banquet begins.
One wrought by our sins.
| Here I am locked in this shit hole. I don't know how did I get here and why I am surrounded by countless corpses.
Only thing they left for me is silence and a paralyzed man in front of me. I found a note in my pocket that to live I have to kill that man with your bare hands. To live that little prick had to killed and I smashed his ugly face under my shoes but he never died nor did I. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The alley is cold at night
The cold wind sweeps the trash around the hole you call a bed, the city figures walk past oblivious to your presence, good, it’s better for them that way. The secrets you hide, what you’ve heard from the worst in people, the lowest of the low. You remember when they came to you, offering comfort, offering food, offering a new life. They gave you that for sure. Those two, their images burned into your brain. The memory of the night they took your eyes.
The alley is cold at night, its dark here too.
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word count: 100 words
both positive and negative critique welcome.
| Here I am locked in this shit hole. I don't know how did I get here and why I am surrounded by countless corpses.
Only thing they left for me is silence and a paralyzed man in front of me. I found a note in my pocket that to live I have to kill that man with your bare hands. To live that little prick had to killed and I smashed his ugly face under my shoes but he never died nor did I. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | My sisters are identical. They have the same smile. They have the same hair. They have the same eyes.
Beth is thinner, but Eliza has the better hair. It's like there one person. And now they are, the same person, I know. I know, I know this so well.
I watch them sleeping as I sat down my sewing needle and discard the extra parts. | Here I am locked in this shit hole. I don't know how did I get here and why I am surrounded by countless corpses.
Only thing they left for me is silence and a paralyzed man in front of me. I found a note in my pocket that to live I have to kill that man with your bare hands. To live that little prick had to killed and I smashed his ugly face under my shoes but he never died nor did I. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | Exhausted from another day of work, you drive up to your house and notice a strange car in front of you house. After cautiously pulling your car into the driveway you walk up to find your door hanging wide open. Holding your keys as defense you creep inside where your once beautiful wife, five year old son and three year old daughter lay in a pool of blood. A man stands above them, laughing maliciously, brings the gun up to his head and pulls the trigger. He tumbles to the ground, crumpled upon your family, splattering them with his blood.
Word Count: 100
First story on here, I'd love any feedback! | Here I am locked in this shit hole. I don't know how did I get here and why I am surrounded by countless corpses.
Only thing they left for me is silence and a paralyzed man in front of me. I found a note in my pocket that to live I have to kill that man with your bare hands. To live that little prick had to killed and I smashed his ugly face under my shoes but he never died nor did I. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The strike was quick and left us with almost no time to react. Jamie’s lifeless body collapsed to the floor as a spray of warm blood spewed across the back of my neck.
I had no time to be disgusted.
No time to morn.
No time to see what the fuck was hunting us.
I just had to keep running and as my gaze briefly meet Steve’s, I could tell he knew as well. We turned the corner and my heart briefly stopped as all we saw before us was a brick wall. I collapsed, tears running down my face.
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Word count: 100
Pretty new to all this writing prompt stuff so feedback would be awesome! | Here I am locked in this shit hole. I don't know how did I get here and why I am surrounded by countless corpses.
Only thing they left for me is silence and a paralyzed man in front of me. I found a note in my pocket that to live I have to kill that man with your bare hands. To live that little prick had to killed and I smashed his ugly face under my shoes but he never died nor did I. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | We're going to make the world a better place. The head cheerleader at my school once had her boyfriend beat up a geek from her class because he'd written her a love letter. The captain of the football team sexually assaulted one of the unpopular girls, and peer pressure made her drop all charges. This goes on everywhere. But tomorrow, the pretty bitches' lockers all over the country will contain acid traps. The bullies' lockers will contain anthrax spores. After this, the strong and beautiful will also be kind and humble. Or else we set our second plan in motion.
Feel free to critique | Here I am locked in this shit hole. I don't know how did I get here and why I am surrounded by countless corpses.
Only thing they left for me is silence and a paralyzed man in front of me. I found a note in my pocket that to live I have to kill that man with your bare hands. To live that little prick had to killed and I smashed his ugly face under my shoes but he never died nor did I. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | She woke up. Always the same nightmare around this time. Her sheet and blanket were soaked. Not worse than usual, but still uncomfortable to sleep on. She went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and blood. As she looked in the mirror to remove the big chunks of meat from her teeth, she could see the full moon setting through the window. | Here I am locked in this shit hole. I don't know how did I get here and why I am surrounded by countless corpses.
Only thing they left for me is silence and a paralyzed man in front of me. I found a note in my pocket that to live I have to kill that man with your bare hands. To live that little prick had to killed and I smashed his ugly face under my shoes but he never died nor did I. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | “Hello?”
Dead silence.
Jane hung up. This was the third call in two days. An unknown number would ring. Nothing.
She went back to typing. Keys clicking with frightened hesitation.
*Ring!*
An exasperated huff. “What?!”
Deep in the silence on the other end she heard, “what…”
It was Jane’s voice.
“Fuck this!” She spat into the phone. Body rigid.
“fuck this…” out of the phone’s speaker, it was clear as could be.
Even I could hear it.
I crept my way down the hall. Into her office.
She was still sitting, frozen, when I put my hands around her throat. | Here I am locked in this shit hole. I don't know how did I get here and why I am surrounded by countless corpses.
Only thing they left for me is silence and a paralyzed man in front of me. I found a note in my pocket that to live I have to kill that man with your bare hands. To live that little prick had to killed and I smashed his ugly face under my shoes but he never died nor did I. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | It's getting later and you should probably think about going to sleep, although, just one more page won't hurt. As you browse through the prompts one sparks some interest, a few short stories, you could read those before bed, after all they're only a hundred words. You crack your neck, one hand holding your head as you use the other to scroll. Something in the back of your mind makes you wonder if you locked the door tonight, you did, right? So where is that breeze coming from? I'd turn around if I were you... | Here I am locked in this shit hole. I don't know how did I get here and why I am surrounded by countless corpses.
Only thing they left for me is silence and a paralyzed man in front of me. I found a note in my pocket that to live I have to kill that man with your bare hands. To live that little prick had to killed and I smashed his ugly face under my shoes but he never died nor did I. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | A cracking twig pierces the air. The sky dims grey and the moon comes out. Why a bird must always fly in front of it, I will never know.
As I walk home down this dusty old path, I hear an echo of footsteps behind me. I tense, and increase my pace. So do the steps. I want to turn around, but I can’t. It’s dark, and I’m almost home. The footsteps are closer. I can’t help myself and run. The footsteps follow.
I’m almost at the gate, when my toe catches on a root. A hand grasps my shoulder… | Five eyes are looking at me. The four on the left are trying to stay shut as tight as possible. Brows furled, like ugly little shutters. No matter. I know what's in there now.
The one on the right is dark save for a flashing red light. It's not trying to hide anything cause there's nothing to hide.
All five are tense, waiting for me to respond.
"Why?" I exclaim "...Well haven't you ever wanted to open the window to the soul? It's pink and grey you know, the soul. The fingers slide through it like a bucket of worms." | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | I sit at the table with all of my friends.
A feast lay before us, one that transcends.
Former companions squirming in sin.
For they no longer have any skin.
Bound to our chairs we sit helplessly still.
We wait for our fate as we all feel the chill.
As wrath incarnate describes all the rules.
Of the game we shall play where we are the ghouls.
Our stomachs are heaving and mouths left agape.
For the past has caught up and only one can escape.
Our banquet begins.
One wrought by our sins.
| Five eyes are looking at me. The four on the left are trying to stay shut as tight as possible. Brows furled, like ugly little shutters. No matter. I know what's in there now.
The one on the right is dark save for a flashing red light. It's not trying to hide anything cause there's nothing to hide.
All five are tense, waiting for me to respond.
"Why?" I exclaim "...Well haven't you ever wanted to open the window to the soul? It's pink and grey you know, the soul. The fingers slide through it like a bucket of worms." | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The alley is cold at night
The cold wind sweeps the trash around the hole you call a bed, the city figures walk past oblivious to your presence, good, it’s better for them that way. The secrets you hide, what you’ve heard from the worst in people, the lowest of the low. You remember when they came to you, offering comfort, offering food, offering a new life. They gave you that for sure. Those two, their images burned into your brain. The memory of the night they took your eyes.
The alley is cold at night, its dark here too.
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word count: 100 words
both positive and negative critique welcome.
| Five eyes are looking at me. The four on the left are trying to stay shut as tight as possible. Brows furled, like ugly little shutters. No matter. I know what's in there now.
The one on the right is dark save for a flashing red light. It's not trying to hide anything cause there's nothing to hide.
All five are tense, waiting for me to respond.
"Why?" I exclaim "...Well haven't you ever wanted to open the window to the soul? It's pink and grey you know, the soul. The fingers slide through it like a bucket of worms." | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | My sisters are identical. They have the same smile. They have the same hair. They have the same eyes.
Beth is thinner, but Eliza has the better hair. It's like there one person. And now they are, the same person, I know. I know, I know this so well.
I watch them sleeping as I sat down my sewing needle and discard the extra parts. | Five eyes are looking at me. The four on the left are trying to stay shut as tight as possible. Brows furled, like ugly little shutters. No matter. I know what's in there now.
The one on the right is dark save for a flashing red light. It's not trying to hide anything cause there's nothing to hide.
All five are tense, waiting for me to respond.
"Why?" I exclaim "...Well haven't you ever wanted to open the window to the soul? It's pink and grey you know, the soul. The fingers slide through it like a bucket of worms." | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | Exhausted from another day of work, you drive up to your house and notice a strange car in front of you house. After cautiously pulling your car into the driveway you walk up to find your door hanging wide open. Holding your keys as defense you creep inside where your once beautiful wife, five year old son and three year old daughter lay in a pool of blood. A man stands above them, laughing maliciously, brings the gun up to his head and pulls the trigger. He tumbles to the ground, crumpled upon your family, splattering them with his blood.
Word Count: 100
First story on here, I'd love any feedback! | Five eyes are looking at me. The four on the left are trying to stay shut as tight as possible. Brows furled, like ugly little shutters. No matter. I know what's in there now.
The one on the right is dark save for a flashing red light. It's not trying to hide anything cause there's nothing to hide.
All five are tense, waiting for me to respond.
"Why?" I exclaim "...Well haven't you ever wanted to open the window to the soul? It's pink and grey you know, the soul. The fingers slide through it like a bucket of worms." | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The strike was quick and left us with almost no time to react. Jamie’s lifeless body collapsed to the floor as a spray of warm blood spewed across the back of my neck.
I had no time to be disgusted.
No time to morn.
No time to see what the fuck was hunting us.
I just had to keep running and as my gaze briefly meet Steve’s, I could tell he knew as well. We turned the corner and my heart briefly stopped as all we saw before us was a brick wall. I collapsed, tears running down my face.
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Word count: 100
Pretty new to all this writing prompt stuff so feedback would be awesome! | Five eyes are looking at me. The four on the left are trying to stay shut as tight as possible. Brows furled, like ugly little shutters. No matter. I know what's in there now.
The one on the right is dark save for a flashing red light. It's not trying to hide anything cause there's nothing to hide.
All five are tense, waiting for me to respond.
"Why?" I exclaim "...Well haven't you ever wanted to open the window to the soul? It's pink and grey you know, the soul. The fingers slide through it like a bucket of worms." | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | We're going to make the world a better place. The head cheerleader at my school once had her boyfriend beat up a geek from her class because he'd written her a love letter. The captain of the football team sexually assaulted one of the unpopular girls, and peer pressure made her drop all charges. This goes on everywhere. But tomorrow, the pretty bitches' lockers all over the country will contain acid traps. The bullies' lockers will contain anthrax spores. After this, the strong and beautiful will also be kind and humble. Or else we set our second plan in motion.
Feel free to critique | Five eyes are looking at me. The four on the left are trying to stay shut as tight as possible. Brows furled, like ugly little shutters. No matter. I know what's in there now.
The one on the right is dark save for a flashing red light. It's not trying to hide anything cause there's nothing to hide.
All five are tense, waiting for me to respond.
"Why?" I exclaim "...Well haven't you ever wanted to open the window to the soul? It's pink and grey you know, the soul. The fingers slide through it like a bucket of worms." | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | She woke up. Always the same nightmare around this time. Her sheet and blanket were soaked. Not worse than usual, but still uncomfortable to sleep on. She went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and blood. As she looked in the mirror to remove the big chunks of meat from her teeth, she could see the full moon setting through the window. | Five eyes are looking at me. The four on the left are trying to stay shut as tight as possible. Brows furled, like ugly little shutters. No matter. I know what's in there now.
The one on the right is dark save for a flashing red light. It's not trying to hide anything cause there's nothing to hide.
All five are tense, waiting for me to respond.
"Why?" I exclaim "...Well haven't you ever wanted to open the window to the soul? It's pink and grey you know, the soul. The fingers slide through it like a bucket of worms." | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | “Hello?”
Dead silence.
Jane hung up. This was the third call in two days. An unknown number would ring. Nothing.
She went back to typing. Keys clicking with frightened hesitation.
*Ring!*
An exasperated huff. “What?!”
Deep in the silence on the other end she heard, “what…”
It was Jane’s voice.
“Fuck this!” She spat into the phone. Body rigid.
“fuck this…” out of the phone’s speaker, it was clear as could be.
Even I could hear it.
I crept my way down the hall. Into her office.
She was still sitting, frozen, when I put my hands around her throat. | Five eyes are looking at me. The four on the left are trying to stay shut as tight as possible. Brows furled, like ugly little shutters. No matter. I know what's in there now.
The one on the right is dark save for a flashing red light. It's not trying to hide anything cause there's nothing to hide.
All five are tense, waiting for me to respond.
"Why?" I exclaim "...Well haven't you ever wanted to open the window to the soul? It's pink and grey you know, the soul. The fingers slide through it like a bucket of worms." | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | It's getting later and you should probably think about going to sleep, although, just one more page won't hurt. As you browse through the prompts one sparks some interest, a few short stories, you could read those before bed, after all they're only a hundred words. You crack your neck, one hand holding your head as you use the other to scroll. Something in the back of your mind makes you wonder if you locked the door tonight, you did, right? So where is that breeze coming from? I'd turn around if I were you... | Five eyes are looking at me. The four on the left are trying to stay shut as tight as possible. Brows furled, like ugly little shutters. No matter. I know what's in there now.
The one on the right is dark save for a flashing red light. It's not trying to hide anything cause there's nothing to hide.
All five are tense, waiting for me to respond.
"Why?" I exclaim "...Well haven't you ever wanted to open the window to the soul? It's pink and grey you know, the soul. The fingers slide through it like a bucket of worms." | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | A cracking twig pierces the air. The sky dims grey and the moon comes out. Why a bird must always fly in front of it, I will never know.
As I walk home down this dusty old path, I hear an echo of footsteps behind me. I tense, and increase my pace. So do the steps. I want to turn around, but I can’t. It’s dark, and I’m almost home. The footsteps are closer. I can’t help myself and run. The footsteps follow.
I’m almost at the gate, when my toe catches on a root. A hand grasps my shoulder… | Dinner is meat, potato and peas. The peas disgust my sister and she pushes them away in protest. Glass shatters and the peas roll across the floor. My mother's face brightens as she stands, pushing her chair out with a restrained aggression. My sisters cry is washed out by the growing laughter that nobody else seems to hear.
I turn my head, an audience where the wall should be. Their obese bodies bouncing with laughter. One of them acknowledges my bewilderment and the laughter ceases abruptly. He stands, holding my gaze, walks across the theater and hits a switch.
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | I sit at the table with all of my friends.
A feast lay before us, one that transcends.
Former companions squirming in sin.
For they no longer have any skin.
Bound to our chairs we sit helplessly still.
We wait for our fate as we all feel the chill.
As wrath incarnate describes all the rules.
Of the game we shall play where we are the ghouls.
Our stomachs are heaving and mouths left agape.
For the past has caught up and only one can escape.
Our banquet begins.
One wrought by our sins.
| Dinner is meat, potato and peas. The peas disgust my sister and she pushes them away in protest. Glass shatters and the peas roll across the floor. My mother's face brightens as she stands, pushing her chair out with a restrained aggression. My sisters cry is washed out by the growing laughter that nobody else seems to hear.
I turn my head, an audience where the wall should be. Their obese bodies bouncing with laughter. One of them acknowledges my bewilderment and the laughter ceases abruptly. He stands, holding my gaze, walks across the theater and hits a switch.
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The alley is cold at night
The cold wind sweeps the trash around the hole you call a bed, the city figures walk past oblivious to your presence, good, it’s better for them that way. The secrets you hide, what you’ve heard from the worst in people, the lowest of the low. You remember when they came to you, offering comfort, offering food, offering a new life. They gave you that for sure. Those two, their images burned into your brain. The memory of the night they took your eyes.
The alley is cold at night, its dark here too.
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word count: 100 words
both positive and negative critique welcome.
| Dinner is meat, potato and peas. The peas disgust my sister and she pushes them away in protest. Glass shatters and the peas roll across the floor. My mother's face brightens as she stands, pushing her chair out with a restrained aggression. My sisters cry is washed out by the growing laughter that nobody else seems to hear.
I turn my head, an audience where the wall should be. Their obese bodies bouncing with laughter. One of them acknowledges my bewilderment and the laughter ceases abruptly. He stands, holding my gaze, walks across the theater and hits a switch.
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | My sisters are identical. They have the same smile. They have the same hair. They have the same eyes.
Beth is thinner, but Eliza has the better hair. It's like there one person. And now they are, the same person, I know. I know, I know this so well.
I watch them sleeping as I sat down my sewing needle and discard the extra parts. | Dinner is meat, potato and peas. The peas disgust my sister and she pushes them away in protest. Glass shatters and the peas roll across the floor. My mother's face brightens as she stands, pushing her chair out with a restrained aggression. My sisters cry is washed out by the growing laughter that nobody else seems to hear.
I turn my head, an audience where the wall should be. Their obese bodies bouncing with laughter. One of them acknowledges my bewilderment and the laughter ceases abruptly. He stands, holding my gaze, walks across the theater and hits a switch.
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | Exhausted from another day of work, you drive up to your house and notice a strange car in front of you house. After cautiously pulling your car into the driveway you walk up to find your door hanging wide open. Holding your keys as defense you creep inside where your once beautiful wife, five year old son and three year old daughter lay in a pool of blood. A man stands above them, laughing maliciously, brings the gun up to his head and pulls the trigger. He tumbles to the ground, crumpled upon your family, splattering them with his blood.
Word Count: 100
First story on here, I'd love any feedback! | Dinner is meat, potato and peas. The peas disgust my sister and she pushes them away in protest. Glass shatters and the peas roll across the floor. My mother's face brightens as she stands, pushing her chair out with a restrained aggression. My sisters cry is washed out by the growing laughter that nobody else seems to hear.
I turn my head, an audience where the wall should be. Their obese bodies bouncing with laughter. One of them acknowledges my bewilderment and the laughter ceases abruptly. He stands, holding my gaze, walks across the theater and hits a switch.
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | The strike was quick and left us with almost no time to react. Jamie’s lifeless body collapsed to the floor as a spray of warm blood spewed across the back of my neck.
I had no time to be disgusted.
No time to morn.
No time to see what the fuck was hunting us.
I just had to keep running and as my gaze briefly meet Steve’s, I could tell he knew as well. We turned the corner and my heart briefly stopped as all we saw before us was a brick wall. I collapsed, tears running down my face.
---
Word count: 100
Pretty new to all this writing prompt stuff so feedback would be awesome! | Dinner is meat, potato and peas. The peas disgust my sister and she pushes them away in protest. Glass shatters and the peas roll across the floor. My mother's face brightens as she stands, pushing her chair out with a restrained aggression. My sisters cry is washed out by the growing laughter that nobody else seems to hear.
I turn my head, an audience where the wall should be. Their obese bodies bouncing with laughter. One of them acknowledges my bewilderment and the laughter ceases abruptly. He stands, holding my gaze, walks across the theater and hits a switch.
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | We're going to make the world a better place. The head cheerleader at my school once had her boyfriend beat up a geek from her class because he'd written her a love letter. The captain of the football team sexually assaulted one of the unpopular girls, and peer pressure made her drop all charges. This goes on everywhere. But tomorrow, the pretty bitches' lockers all over the country will contain acid traps. The bullies' lockers will contain anthrax spores. After this, the strong and beautiful will also be kind and humble. Or else we set our second plan in motion.
Feel free to critique | Dinner is meat, potato and peas. The peas disgust my sister and she pushes them away in protest. Glass shatters and the peas roll across the floor. My mother's face brightens as she stands, pushing her chair out with a restrained aggression. My sisters cry is washed out by the growing laughter that nobody else seems to hear.
I turn my head, an audience where the wall should be. Their obese bodies bouncing with laughter. One of them acknowledges my bewilderment and the laughter ceases abruptly. He stands, holding my gaze, walks across the theater and hits a switch.
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | She woke up. Always the same nightmare around this time. Her sheet and blanket were soaked. Not worse than usual, but still uncomfortable to sleep on. She went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and blood. As she looked in the mirror to remove the big chunks of meat from her teeth, she could see the full moon setting through the window. | Dinner is meat, potato and peas. The peas disgust my sister and she pushes them away in protest. Glass shatters and the peas roll across the floor. My mother's face brightens as she stands, pushing her chair out with a restrained aggression. My sisters cry is washed out by the growing laughter that nobody else seems to hear.
I turn my head, an audience where the wall should be. Their obese bodies bouncing with laughter. One of them acknowledges my bewilderment and the laughter ceases abruptly. He stands, holding my gaze, walks across the theater and hits a switch.
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | “Hello?”
Dead silence.
Jane hung up. This was the third call in two days. An unknown number would ring. Nothing.
She went back to typing. Keys clicking with frightened hesitation.
*Ring!*
An exasperated huff. “What?!”
Deep in the silence on the other end she heard, “what…”
It was Jane’s voice.
“Fuck this!” She spat into the phone. Body rigid.
“fuck this…” out of the phone’s speaker, it was clear as could be.
Even I could hear it.
I crept my way down the hall. Into her office.
She was still sitting, frozen, when I put my hands around her throat. | Dinner is meat, potato and peas. The peas disgust my sister and she pushes them away in protest. Glass shatters and the peas roll across the floor. My mother's face brightens as she stands, pushing her chair out with a restrained aggression. My sisters cry is washed out by the growing laughter that nobody else seems to hear.
I turn my head, an audience where the wall should be. Their obese bodies bouncing with laughter. One of them acknowledges my bewilderment and the laughter ceases abruptly. He stands, holding my gaze, walks across the theater and hits a switch.
| |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | A cracking twig pierces the air. The sky dims grey and the moon comes out. Why a bird must always fly in front of it, I will never know.
As I walk home down this dusty old path, I hear an echo of footsteps behind me. I tense, and increase my pace. So do the steps. I want to turn around, but I can’t. It’s dark, and I’m almost home. The footsteps are closer. I can’t help myself and run. The footsteps follow.
I’m almost at the gate, when my toe catches on a root. A hand grasps my shoulder… | *Ding dong.*
It's about time the pizza got here.
I step around the corner, and fish the money out of my pocket. I look through the peephole. It's not the pizza guy. It's a...person?
It's dressed in black. Can't see its face, until it looks at me through the peephole. Its smile appears out of the shadow of its face.
He gets closer to the peephole. He laughs. "Don't worry. Pizza's on me."
From behind its back it pulls out the pizza guy's head and drops it on my porch. | |
[WP] Write a horror story in 100 words. | I sit at the table with all of my friends.
A feast lay before us, one that transcends.
Former companions squirming in sin.
For they no longer have any skin.
Bound to our chairs we sit helplessly still.
We wait for our fate as we all feel the chill.
As wrath incarnate describes all the rules.
Of the game we shall play where we are the ghouls.
Our stomachs are heaving and mouths left agape.
For the past has caught up and only one can escape.
Our banquet begins.
One wrought by our sins.
| *Ding dong.*
It's about time the pizza got here.
I step around the corner, and fish the money out of my pocket. I look through the peephole. It's not the pizza guy. It's a...person?
It's dressed in black. Can't see its face, until it looks at me through the peephole. Its smile appears out of the shadow of its face.
He gets closer to the peephole. He laughs. "Don't worry. Pizza's on me."
From behind its back it pulls out the pizza guy's head and drops it on my porch. |
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