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[WP] It's the apocalypse. You're a teenage boy with braces and suddenly you realize you'll probably never get your braces off so you start your search for an orthodontist who's still alive, while trying to survive. | *They said my braces would come off before I turned 17... I know it's not their fault, but still. They promised me, and in a few months that promise will be broken, even if they won't be around to know.*
Alan lost everything in the apocalypse: his family, his friends, his possessions, and the ability to get his braces... | Her name was Audrey. She was a few grades ahead of me, but my brother and I went out for JV baseball together and I remember seeing her pick him up after practice from time to time. I never saw her again after, but I'll always remember her face on the Day. Her seeing me holding the door. Our eyes meeting. Her gaze... | |
[WP] 15% of the Earth's population has gained superpowers, but instead of heroes and villains, most people use theirs for mundane tasks. Your powers have awakened, and you can finally realize your dream: Small Business Ownership. | “I’m not gonna hurt you, so calm down” said the woman who just appeared in front of me. “Now, I need you to drop the gun and please, please keep an open mind. I have a job for you.”
Before I could say anything, she added: “Well, I don’t want to *hire* you, I want you to be my partner.” She continued. “And I know you d... | "where's the rest of you?"
"I'm sorry?"
"you're with 'small moving Co.' Right?"
"sure am!"
"so where's the rest of your guys? My couch is pretty big..."
"just me!"
"just you?"
"if you would just move a little to the side..."
"oh, right. You're one of *them*"
"sure am!"
The couch gently floated out of the door... | |
[WP] Most people are born in a hospital. You were born in a funeral home. | "Entry 20: Most people are born in a hospital. I was born in a funeral home" - that is what written in the brown leather-covered diary the size of my palm when I opened it.
I woke up a few hours ago with a terrible headache and no memories. All I felt was the coldness of the floor echoing through my spine despite me w... | I've been watching her for a while. The girl didn't have a particularly good life, but you couldn't say that it was bad either. Really, that girl was nothing special, just another pea in the pot. a student from a normal high school, with few friends and not particularly popular in class, but most definitely not bullied... | |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | As soon as I pulled my finger away from the test I looked at the screen in shock. Instead of showing my face, the face on screen belonged to the supreme leader of our society. It had to be a mistake, there was no way it was correct.
The woman who aministered the test only sat there with her wide eyes as her cigarette ... | Awesome! I might have disliked him before but now that I know that I’m basically set for life he’s my new best friend. But wait! A rebellion has been instated in the capital city and overthrown the tyrant just as I was getting used to the comfy life. Oh woe is me. “Death to all tyrants”, I yell and pump my fist conveni... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | ...but then again, so is everyone else's. We're clones. All of us. Copies of the First, identical in almost every respect. Some clones are more perfect than others, of course, and any who strayed too far from the genetic norm were destroyed, but I wasn't that unlucky.
"96%," was the verdict. Well within acceptable nor... | Awesome! I might have disliked him before but now that I know that I’m basically set for life he’s my new best friend. But wait! A rebellion has been instated in the capital city and overthrown the tyrant just as I was getting used to the comfy life. Oh woe is me. “Death to all tyrants”, I yell and pump my fist conveni... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | I woke up, the day after my test. I still couldn't believe it. I was *his* son. The man that had his fingernails replaced with small knife blades so it would be easier to kill the advisors who angered him. The same man who built himself up on a pile of dead friends and political allies or opponents. Great.
I was not e... | Awesome! I might have disliked him before but now that I know that I’m basically set for life he’s my new best friend. But wait! A rebellion has been instated in the capital city and overthrown the tyrant just as I was getting used to the comfy life. Oh woe is me. “Death to all tyrants”, I yell and pump my fist conveni... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | ...but then again, so is everyone else's. We're clones. All of us. Copies of the First, identical in almost every respect. Some clones are more perfect than others, of course, and any who strayed too far from the genetic norm were destroyed, but I wasn't that unlucky.
"96%," was the verdict. Well within acceptable nor... | As soon as I pulled my finger away from the test I looked at the screen in shock. Instead of showing my face, the face on screen belonged to the supreme leader of our society. It had to be a mistake, there was no way it was correct.
The woman who aministered the test only sat there with her wide eyes as her cigarette ... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | I woke up, the day after my test. I still couldn't believe it. I was *his* son. The man that had his fingernails replaced with small knife blades so it would be easier to kill the advisors who angered him. The same man who built himself up on a pile of dead friends and political allies or opponents. Great.
I was not e... | As soon as I pulled my finger away from the test I looked at the screen in shock. Instead of showing my face, the face on screen belonged to the supreme leader of our society. It had to be a mistake, there was no way it was correct.
The woman who aministered the test only sat there with her wide eyes as her cigarette ... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | I woke up, the day after my test. I still couldn't believe it. I was *his* son. The man that had his fingernails replaced with small knife blades so it would be easier to kill the advisors who angered him. The same man who built himself up on a pile of dead friends and political allies or opponents. Great.
I was not e... |
I hate being a muto, oculocutaneous albinism, the worst form of albinism there is. Although it has afforded me some...advantages. Intimidation, the natural and instinctive, primal presence of a predator is as indistinguishable as the smell of death... having no pigment only accentuates it. The fear this intimidation... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | Of age record of David Stils
Recorded: 2/4/2168
Age: 18
I was born David stils on 2/4/2150. I had a fairly normal childhood. From 1-10 my parents took care of me as dictated by the empirical association of families. I began school at 3, and made rapid progress to my predicted life path. I was to become a senator in ... |
I hate being a muto, oculocutaneous albinism, the worst form of albinism there is. Although it has afforded me some...advantages. Intimidation, the natural and instinctive, primal presence of a predator is as indistinguishable as the smell of death... having no pigment only accentuates it. The fear this intimidation... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | I withdrew my finger. The screen hummed for a few moments as I waited impatiently. I rocked on my heels, staring at the rotating 'loading' symbol.
"How long is thi-"
The screen lit up and there was a sharp "*Ting!*"
*Finally.* I looked at the screen but my eyes didn't understand. There was an image of my face, and ... | My mind was in a whirlwind as I clenched the piece of paper that identified by genetic embodiment. I crumpled the slip of paper and pushed it into the pockets of my corduroy blue pants. I didn’t want anyone around me to see what was causing my utter distress. My vision began to fuzz as I thought about the pure confusio... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | When I saw the report, I was terrified - not at the contents of the report, which had a list of suggested relatives and the percentage of heritage, but by the reaction of the lab technician who had handed it to me. He snatched it out of my hand like it was a thermite grenade and apologized profusely for handing me the... | My mind was in a whirlwind as I clenched the piece of paper that identified by genetic embodiment. I crumpled the slip of paper and pushed it into the pockets of my corduroy blue pants. I didn’t want anyone around me to see what was causing my utter distress. My vision began to fuzz as I thought about the pure confusio... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | "But I don't LOOK like him" I knew that full well. The life of the leader was something everyone learned in school and it was exhaustively covered, from his birth a century ago to the present.
And included in that history was a picture of him at 18 years of age.
"I think you look very similar although there are of co... | My mind was in a whirlwind as I clenched the piece of paper that identified by genetic embodiment. I crumpled the slip of paper and pushed it into the pockets of my corduroy blue pants. I didn’t want anyone around me to see what was causing my utter distress. My vision began to fuzz as I thought about the pure confusio... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | God damn do I love Saturdays. I get up no earlier than 11, put on sweatpants while I give my stuffy school uniform the evil eye, and head downstairs to gorge myself on dad’s morning buffet. “Eggs benny tomorrow, kiddo.” He told me last night with a wink and a grin. Eggs benedict do something obscene to me so he makes t... | My mind was in a whirlwind as I clenched the piece of paper that identified by genetic embodiment. I crumpled the slip of paper and pushed it into the pockets of my corduroy blue pants. I didn’t want anyone around me to see what was causing my utter distress. My vision began to fuzz as I thought about the pure confusio... |
Edit: Wow! I didn't expect this post to blow up overnight! Thank you all for the awesome writing! | [WP] You are a 17-year-old living in a futuristic dystopian society where a fascist party rules the world. Upon turning 18, citizens are required to take a DNA test to put their genetic information on file. When you go to take yours, your genetic identity is a 100% identical to that of the dictator. | When I saw the report, I was terrified - not at the contents of the report, which had a list of suggested relatives and the percentage of heritage, but by the reaction of the lab technician who had handed it to me. He snatched it out of my hand like it was a thermite grenade and apologized profusely for handing me the... | I withdrew my finger. The screen hummed for a few moments as I waited impatiently. I rocked on my heels, staring at the rotating 'loading' symbol.
"How long is thi-"
The screen lit up and there was a sharp "*Ting!*"
*Finally.* I looked at the screen but my eyes didn't understand. There was an image of my face, and ... |
Edit: apparently this is a repost. I’m sorry I haven’t been part of this sub but for 2-3 days. This is my first post. Full credit to /u/james7919 and /u/fracati who have both posted this prompt before. Thanks for the wonderful responses. | [WP] When someone’s heart breaks, so does a little piece of our world. This creates fissures, valleys, chasms, even cracks in the pavement. Tell me the story behind the Grand Canyon. | All love cracks the earth. We see it every day; young love is ruined, your true love dies, you wake up after 25 years and realize it’s all gone. These events leave little scars on the world. Cracks in the pavement, deeper seas, even avalanches of mud or snow, depending on the type. True love causes more damage than a ... | She was beautiful. She looked a lot like her mother, but she had my eyes. But those furrowed brows were her mothers through and through. She had made that same face when she was angry with me and now it was reflected in my daughter. I was glad she came to visit me every night. The craters that were formed in the passin... |
Edit: apparently this is a repost. I’m sorry I haven’t been part of this sub but for 2-3 days. This is my first post. Full credit to /u/james7919 and /u/fracati who have both posted this prompt before. Thanks for the wonderful responses. | [WP] When someone’s heart breaks, so does a little piece of our world. This creates fissures, valleys, chasms, even cracks in the pavement. Tell me the story behind the Grand Canyon. | I wrote a poem based off of this (tell me what you think?)
Didn't you know that I was a city of
mountains of sand? That, I was full of
glass sand, and quartz, and volcanic
sand and garnet sand, and sometimes
I would hold some garnet if I was feeling motherly.
All of what I felt and want to feel held us all together
a... | She was beautiful. She looked a lot like her mother, but she had my eyes. But those furrowed brows were her mothers through and through. She had made that same face when she was angry with me and now it was reflected in my daughter. I was glad she came to visit me every night. The craters that were formed in the passin... |
Edit: apparently this is a repost. I’m sorry I haven’t been part of this sub but for 2-3 days. This is my first post. Full credit to /u/james7919 and /u/fracati who have both posted this prompt before. Thanks for the wonderful responses. | [WP] When someone’s heart breaks, so does a little piece of our world. This creates fissures, valleys, chasms, even cracks in the pavement. Tell me the story behind the Grand Canyon. | As a kid, I had always been warned about feeling too much emotion. “Happiness often comes at another person’s expense,” My father had told me, ”and sadness… is contagious. Regret and bitterness spread like wildfires. And heartbreak… heartbreak kills.”
It wasn’t until my teenage years that I began to understand exactly... | She was beautiful. She looked a lot like her mother, but she had my eyes. But those furrowed brows were her mothers through and through. She had made that same face when she was angry with me and now it was reflected in my daughter. I was glad she came to visit me every night. The craters that were formed in the passin... |
Edit: apparently this is a repost. I’m sorry I haven’t been part of this sub but for 2-3 days. This is my first post. Full credit to /u/james7919 and /u/fracati who have both posted this prompt before. Thanks for the wonderful responses. | [WP] When someone’s heart breaks, so does a little piece of our world. This creates fissures, valleys, chasms, even cracks in the pavement. Tell me the story behind the Grand Canyon. | I wrote a poem based off of this (tell me what you think?)
Didn't you know that I was a city of
mountains of sand? That, I was full of
glass sand, and quartz, and volcanic
sand and garnet sand, and sometimes
I would hold some garnet if I was feeling motherly.
All of what I felt and want to feel held us all together
a... | Alexander looks in confusion and worry as he watches Alice, his best friend lay on the hospital bed, pale and unmoving next to a weird beeping thing. Alice was his best friend and got really sick, he visited Alice a lot but lately he wasn't allowed to, because his parents got scared that he'd get sick too, but now he'd... |
Edit: apparently this is a repost. I’m sorry I haven’t been part of this sub but for 2-3 days. This is my first post. Full credit to /u/james7919 and /u/fracati who have both posted this prompt before. Thanks for the wonderful responses. | [WP] When someone’s heart breaks, so does a little piece of our world. This creates fissures, valleys, chasms, even cracks in the pavement. Tell me the story behind the Grand Canyon. | As a kid, I had always been warned about feeling too much emotion. “Happiness often comes at another person’s expense,” My father had told me, ”and sadness… is contagious. Regret and bitterness spread like wildfires. And heartbreak… heartbreak kills.”
It wasn’t until my teenage years that I began to understand exactly... | All love cracks the earth. We see it every day; young love is ruined, your true love dies, you wake up after 25 years and realize it’s all gone. These events leave little scars on the world. Cracks in the pavement, deeper seas, even avalanches of mud or snow, depending on the type. True love causes more damage than a ... |
Edit: apparently this is a repost. I’m sorry I haven’t been part of this sub but for 2-3 days. This is my first post. Full credit to /u/james7919 and /u/fracati who have both posted this prompt before. Thanks for the wonderful responses. | [WP] When someone’s heart breaks, so does a little piece of our world. This creates fissures, valleys, chasms, even cracks in the pavement. Tell me the story behind the Grand Canyon. | Listen closely, child, and I will tell you a story of love and loss so powerful that it shaped the very ground we walk upon. Listen closely, child, and pay attention.
Long ago, when the Earth was young, Mother Nature walked alone on the planet. She was beautiful and she was kind, but she had no others to keep her com... | I don't know why this happens, I know not of how it does, but what i do know is that it has happened for many years, even during B.C.
Fissures, cracks, even earthquakes were made by heartbreak, scientists and the government realised this and tried to minimise the amount of heartbreak in this world by preventing dating... |
Edit: apparently this is a repost. I’m sorry I haven’t been part of this sub but for 2-3 days. This is my first post. Full credit to /u/james7919 and /u/fracati who have both posted this prompt before. Thanks for the wonderful responses. | [WP] When someone’s heart breaks, so does a little piece of our world. This creates fissures, valleys, chasms, even cracks in the pavement. Tell me the story behind the Grand Canyon. | Listen closely, child, and I will tell you a story of love and loss so powerful that it shaped the very ground we walk upon. Listen closely, child, and pay attention.
Long ago, when the Earth was young, Mother Nature walked alone on the planet. She was beautiful and she was kind, but she had no others to keep her com... | He saw her
She stood meekly behind her mistress
He soon began to notice her at every gathering
She was sunshine, she was bright
She was kind but he was not
A man of his stature, a man of power
It was wrong for him to fall for one of her colour
He kept it quiet
And stole silent gazes and glances
And then she fell in... |
Edit: apparently this is a repost. I’m sorry I haven’t been part of this sub but for 2-3 days. This is my first post. Full credit to /u/james7919 and /u/fracati who have both posted this prompt before. Thanks for the wonderful responses. | [WP] When someone’s heart breaks, so does a little piece of our world. This creates fissures, valleys, chasms, even cracks in the pavement. Tell me the story behind the Grand Canyon. | Listen closely, child, and I will tell you a story of love and loss so powerful that it shaped the very ground we walk upon. Listen closely, child, and pay attention.
Long ago, when the Earth was young, Mother Nature walked alone on the planet. She was beautiful and she was kind, but she had no others to keep her com... | The Grand Canyon was created by all of the loves in the world that could never be fulfilled, loves were the chemistry was right, but the timing was wrong. Maybe they felt something for each other but were taken by other people and thus could never quench their curiosity of what it would be like to kiss that other perso... |
[WP] Google and Microsoft jointly release a new update that doubles as a social experiment; Spell Check will begin suggesting brand-new words in an effect to try to shape human language. This begins to have immediate results… | "Okay, okay. I *know* that management said not to add random words into the system. Blah, blah, blah... the AI determines what to add to prevent meaning from changing over text... but, we have to. It's our duty as overworked engineers." I casually told the rest of the Microoogle task force. Honestly, we had been workin... | To: sethgahs@gmail.com
They are taking over. With each new addition to the english langauge, the AI's can tell eachother new words. We dont even know what xemp means, but they have used it in assanations of all the ANTIAI movements. Google npw only tells you what it wants to, with the new google bot+. Microsoft doesnt... | |
[WP] Google and Microsoft jointly release a new update that doubles as a social experiment; Spell Check will begin suggesting brand-new words in an effect to try to shape human language. This begins to have immediate results… | "A joquilescent, misty sunrise and black coffee. Next door a fergid child howls in a singular protest against stepping onto the school bus. The mother attempts to soothe the writhing brat, unsuccessfully, but manages to gently pranch the sniveling boy through the bus's metal doors. The driver bliches contemptuously as ... | To: sethgahs@gmail.com
They are taking over. With each new addition to the english langauge, the AI's can tell eachother new words. We dont even know what xemp means, but they have used it in assanations of all the ANTIAI movements. Google npw only tells you what it wants to, with the new google bot+. Microsoft doesnt... | |
[WP] You have been the last person on earth for years now. One day, as you enter your shelter, the light turns on and you hear "Surprise!!" | It's been years. Five years. Five years since I last saw another person. Five years since I hugged my wonderful, loving mother. Five years since I kissed my tall, handsome boyfriend. Five years since I said a simple, taken-for-granted "hello" to the overly friendly neighborhood grocery store cashier.
Five years. I kn... | Another day of grocery shopping at the 26th Walmart located a couple of towns away. I do have my McLaren to drive on, though, so it's not that awful. And of course, not having to stand in queue for the register isn't too bad as well. To be entirely honest, the advantages of not having to actually get to a register and ... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | *24th April*
 
A man emerged out of the dark woods on the outskirts of the town. He had worn clothes, covered with dirt and a long black beard, he was shabby. Children have gone through the dark passage in the woods before, never returning again. This was the first when someone has come from the other side.... | The town had about ten roads, but only nine of them ever saw much use. Everyone talked about the tenth road that no one ever came back from. As a kid, I've seen plenty of the older teenagers drive on it to never come back. The other kids and I always tried to guess what got to them. Was it a witch, a great big monster ... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | It's like a drug.
Think of the most addictive substance known to humanity, and multiply that by 10, or maybe 100. You never knew you needed something like this, until you experience it. Your mind adapts and then goes beyond any level of dependency, into the realm of absolute necessity. The uninitiated can never know t... | The town had about ten roads, but only nine of them ever saw much use. Everyone talked about the tenth road that no one ever came back from. As a kid, I've seen plenty of the older teenagers drive on it to never come back. The other kids and I always tried to guess what got to them. Was it a witch, a great big monster ... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | Every town has its stories, and ours was no different. I've grew up hearing about people who go missing whilst walking past The Gap, but to me it was all an old wives tale until my brother, Casey disappeared. He and his friends were playing truth or dare, and dared him to go and walk up by The Gap. Well that's as good ... | The town had about ten roads, but only nine of them ever saw much use. Everyone talked about the tenth road that no one ever came back from. As a kid, I've seen plenty of the older teenagers drive on it to never come back. The other kids and I always tried to guess what got to them. Was it a witch, a great big monster ... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | I didn't go to the funeral.
Josiah said he saw Danny in the woods with a backpack slung over his shoulder. The cops found footsteps heading toward the dark passage. They shook their heads sorrowfully and said it was a tragedy, but understandable, really, with the way he'd been unstable ever since his parents died.
I... | The town had about ten roads, but only nine of them ever saw much use. Everyone talked about the tenth road that no one ever came back from. As a kid, I've seen plenty of the older teenagers drive on it to never come back. The other kids and I always tried to guess what got to them. Was it a witch, a great big monster ... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | *24th April*
 
A man emerged out of the dark woods on the outskirts of the town. He had worn clothes, covered with dirt and a long black beard, he was shabby. Children have gone through the dark passage in the woods before, never returning again. This was the first when someone has come from the other side.... | I go home from the flower shop the same way everyday. And every day I pass the road with tall trees that many people are afraid of. I've heard all kinds of stories about what lies at the end of the dark path.
But right now, anything would be better than the path I'm currently on. Day in and day out the same thing. I'... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | It's like a drug.
Think of the most addictive substance known to humanity, and multiply that by 10, or maybe 100. You never knew you needed something like this, until you experience it. Your mind adapts and then goes beyond any level of dependency, into the realm of absolute necessity. The uninitiated can never know t... | I go home from the flower shop the same way everyday. And every day I pass the road with tall trees that many people are afraid of. I've heard all kinds of stories about what lies at the end of the dark path.
But right now, anything would be better than the path I'm currently on. Day in and day out the same thing. I'... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | Every town has its stories, and ours was no different. I've grew up hearing about people who go missing whilst walking past The Gap, but to me it was all an old wives tale until my brother, Casey disappeared. He and his friends were playing truth or dare, and dared him to go and walk up by The Gap. Well that's as good ... | I go home from the flower shop the same way everyday. And every day I pass the road with tall trees that many people are afraid of. I've heard all kinds of stories about what lies at the end of the dark path.
But right now, anything would be better than the path I'm currently on. Day in and day out the same thing. I'... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | I didn't go to the funeral.
Josiah said he saw Danny in the woods with a backpack slung over his shoulder. The cops found footsteps heading toward the dark passage. They shook their heads sorrowfully and said it was a tragedy, but understandable, really, with the way he'd been unstable ever since his parents died.
I... | I go home from the flower shop the same way everyday. And every day I pass the road with tall trees that many people are afraid of. I've heard all kinds of stories about what lies at the end of the dark path.
But right now, anything would be better than the path I'm currently on. Day in and day out the same thing. I'... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | *24th April*
 
A man emerged out of the dark woods on the outskirts of the town. He had worn clothes, covered with dirt and a long black beard, he was shabby. Children have gone through the dark passage in the woods before, never returning again. This was the first when someone has come from the other side.... | At the end of a rural town in the middle of nowhere, USA, lies a narrow path that leads into the deep dark depths of a gloomy forest. Nobody knows for sure what lies at it's end, as the few who do go down it's trail never bother to return.
A place like this would have intrigued many adventurers and thrill seekers ali... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | Every town has its stories, and ours was no different. I've grew up hearing about people who go missing whilst walking past The Gap, but to me it was all an old wives tale until my brother, Casey disappeared. He and his friends were playing truth or dare, and dared him to go and walk up by The Gap. Well that's as good ... | At the end of a rural town in the middle of nowhere, USA, lies a narrow path that leads into the deep dark depths of a gloomy forest. Nobody knows for sure what lies at it's end, as the few who do go down it's trail never bother to return.
A place like this would have intrigued many adventurers and thrill seekers ali... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | I didn't go to the funeral.
Josiah said he saw Danny in the woods with a backpack slung over his shoulder. The cops found footsteps heading toward the dark passage. They shook their heads sorrowfully and said it was a tragedy, but understandable, really, with the way he'd been unstable ever since his parents died.
I... | At the end of a rural town in the middle of nowhere, USA, lies a narrow path that leads into the deep dark depths of a gloomy forest. Nobody knows for sure what lies at it's end, as the few who do go down it's trail never bother to return.
A place like this would have intrigued many adventurers and thrill seekers ali... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | *24th April*
 
A man emerged out of the dark woods on the outskirts of the town. He had worn clothes, covered with dirt and a long black beard, he was shabby. Children have gone through the dark passage in the woods before, never returning again. This was the first when someone has come from the other side.... | "I tell ye yung ones, the path betwin these dark and berin trees be the path teh the underworld! Na'h one who's eveah gone in tech there has evar come back."
The old hermit would always stand in front of the path. He would always tell the kids that story, and we all believed it. This place is better. We don't have to... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | I didn't go to the funeral.
Josiah said he saw Danny in the woods with a backpack slung over his shoulder. The cops found footsteps heading toward the dark passage. They shook their heads sorrowfully and said it was a tragedy, but understandable, really, with the way he'd been unstable ever since his parents died.
I... | "I tell ye yung ones, the path betwin these dark and berin trees be the path teh the underworld! Na'h one who's eveah gone in tech there has evar come back."
The old hermit would always stand in front of the path. He would always tell the kids that story, and we all believed it. This place is better. We don't have to... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | *24th April*
 
A man emerged out of the dark woods on the outskirts of the town. He had worn clothes, covered with dirt and a long black beard, he was shabby. Children have gone through the dark passage in the woods before, never returning again. This was the first when someone has come from the other side.... | Birch cut into a thick piece of bark with his large carpenter's knife. Wind beat against the small hut and thunder cracked off in the distance. The candle’s flame sputtered.
Birch’s little sister cried from the bed in the corner of the hut. Her mother cradled her. His father snored, accustomed to storms and crying chi... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | It's like a drug.
Think of the most addictive substance known to humanity, and multiply that by 10, or maybe 100. You never knew you needed something like this, until you experience it. Your mind adapts and then goes beyond any level of dependency, into the realm of absolute necessity. The uninitiated can never know t... | Birch cut into a thick piece of bark with his large carpenter's knife. Wind beat against the small hut and thunder cracked off in the distance. The candle’s flame sputtered.
Birch’s little sister cried from the bed in the corner of the hut. Her mother cradled her. His father snored, accustomed to storms and crying chi... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | Every town has its stories, and ours was no different. I've grew up hearing about people who go missing whilst walking past The Gap, but to me it was all an old wives tale until my brother, Casey disappeared. He and his friends were playing truth or dare, and dared him to go and walk up by The Gap. Well that's as good ... | Birch cut into a thick piece of bark with his large carpenter's knife. Wind beat against the small hut and thunder cracked off in the distance. The candle’s flame sputtered.
Birch’s little sister cried from the bed in the corner of the hut. Her mother cradled her. His father snored, accustomed to storms and crying chi... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | I didn't go to the funeral.
Josiah said he saw Danny in the woods with a backpack slung over his shoulder. The cops found footsteps heading toward the dark passage. They shook their heads sorrowfully and said it was a tragedy, but understandable, really, with the way he'd been unstable ever since his parents died.
I... | Birch cut into a thick piece of bark with his large carpenter's knife. Wind beat against the small hut and thunder cracked off in the distance. The candle’s flame sputtered.
Birch’s little sister cried from the bed in the corner of the hut. Her mother cradled her. His father snored, accustomed to storms and crying chi... | |
[WP] There is a narrow dark passage through the trees at the end of town. Anybody who has walked it, was never seen again, and presumed dead. Actually, they could come back anytime they want. They just choose not to. | I didn't go to the funeral.
Josiah said he saw Danny in the woods with a backpack slung over his shoulder. The cops found footsteps heading toward the dark passage. They shook their heads sorrowfully and said it was a tragedy, but understandable, really, with the way he'd been unstable ever since his parents died.
I... | *24th April*
 
A man emerged out of the dark woods on the outskirts of the town. He had worn clothes, covered with dirt and a long black beard, he was shabby. Children have gone through the dark passage in the woods before, never returning again. This was the first when someone has come from the other side.... | |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | It was a stormy Tuesday morning, I was holding my coat tight to me. A man grabbed my arm, and I turned to look at him, he was smiling, and held up a carton of milk.
"Ady! I've gotten it. I've gotten the milk!" He said his voice scratchy like he had his vocal chords scrubbed with sand paper.
The scar under his left ... | I was walking down the street from Avenue, a local coffee shop, with a tray cappuccinos lattes, mochas and a bottle of milk for my co-workers. I’m trying to get back to the newsroom as fast as I can--I don’t want to get yelled at for taking too long again. I trot past a dirty alleyway. There’s this ragged looking homel... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | At 7:45am. customers line up. The orders are predictable. Latte. Another latte. Even the black-coffee-only guys go for it at least once a month. This lasts until 9:30am. The rest of the day it’s a normal downtown drip coffee spot for people embarrassed their office has a Keurig.
After being a barista for three years I... | Over the years, his absence had slowly turned his memory from loving protector and leader of our family to disappointing abandoner. I don't know how we managed without him. A testament to my mother, really. Yes, there were many days without adequate food. Mom tried to shield us from the realities of our situation, bu... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | It’s been 17 years to the day, that he left us. I think about it every day when I come here. The shop where he supposedly would have had to go to. They claim they never even saw him on that day. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about what might’ve happened to him. Did he just leave us? He never showed any signs of... | Over the years, his absence had slowly turned his memory from loving protector and leader of our family to disappointing abandoner. I don't know how we managed without him. A testament to my mother, really. Yes, there were many days without adequate food. Mom tried to shield us from the realities of our situation, bu... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | Another day in paradise.
I walked down the barren street towards the same bus stop I wait at every morning. I’d been working the same dead end job since I was 16, still living with my mom, mostly avoiding questions about what I was going to “do” with my life. No dad to speak of; walked out on me and my mom when I was... | Over the years, his absence had slowly turned his memory from loving protector and leader of our family to disappointing abandoner. I don't know how we managed without him. A testament to my mother, really. Yes, there were many days without adequate food. Mom tried to shield us from the realities of our situation, bu... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | Another day in paradise.
I walked down the barren street towards the same bus stop I wait at every morning. I’d been working the same dead end job since I was 16, still living with my mom, mostly avoiding questions about what I was going to “do” with my life. No dad to speak of; walked out on me and my mom when I was... | "Dad!?"... I exlaim, stopping myself short from full on embracing this potential stranger. "I am so glad to finally come across you again..." he says with a weary smile. We head off, grab him a warm meal, a shower. I call Mom. "Damn, just... damn," and we talk.
Later he shows me his sketches of the adventures he has b... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | I had always wondered what had happened to him. I had imagined he was dead or in prison or in my darkest moments with a new family. Seeing him clutching a cardboard cutout of a cartoon character was not one of those things. I can't help but feel a tinge of pity for the pathetic person in front of me. How ill must he be... | A man with a haggard appearance and a limp in one leg staggers out of the alleyway. The darkness that hid him so well is now no longer his friend. Sunlight hits him, illuminating the fact that the men looks like he hadn’t slept in days, showered in weeks, eaten in a month.
Still, his trembling hands holds a small cart... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | “I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes, not yet. I bet they were still a horrible, shitty brown, and I bet his eyes were still bloodshot and drained, and his face was still pale and rough. I bet he made this alley his home.
“All these years,” I mumbled quietly. I fiddled with my thumbs. “I thought you were dead... | A man with a haggard appearance and a limp in one leg staggers out of the alleyway. The darkness that hid him so well is now no longer his friend. Sunlight hits him, illuminating the fact that the men looks like he hadn’t slept in days, showered in weeks, eaten in a month.
Still, his trembling hands holds a small cart... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | "Dad?" My eyes are telling me he's there, right in front of me. They are screaming the information at my brain, which has ceased to function properly. I've thought about this moment for so long, played out every scenario in my head like a prayer before bed, but when the moment is finally here: I freeze. I never once... | A man with a haggard appearance and a limp in one leg staggers out of the alleyway. The darkness that hid him so well is now no longer his friend. Sunlight hits him, illuminating the fact that the men looks like he hadn’t slept in days, showered in weeks, eaten in a month.
Still, his trembling hands holds a small cart... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | I had always wondered what had happened to him. I had imagined he was dead or in prison or in my darkest moments with a new family. Seeing him clutching a cardboard cutout of a cartoon character was not one of those things. I can't help but feel a tinge of pity for the pathetic person in front of me. How ill must he be... | We both stop, recognition thrusting the air out of our lungs. He looks nothing like the picture next to my bed but it’s him. He’s breathing rapidly and starts to weep. He crumbles in on himself and falls forward on his palm and knees. His hand holding the milk ever so gently lands on the grimy asphalt. He’s sobbing unc... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | “I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes, not yet. I bet they were still a horrible, shitty brown, and I bet his eyes were still bloodshot and drained, and his face was still pale and rough. I bet he made this alley his home.
“All these years,” I mumbled quietly. I fiddled with my thumbs. “I thought you were dead... | We both stop, recognition thrusting the air out of our lungs. He looks nothing like the picture next to my bed but it’s him. He’s breathing rapidly and starts to weep. He crumbles in on himself and falls forward on his palm and knees. His hand holding the milk ever so gently lands on the grimy asphalt. He’s sobbing unc... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | "Dad?" My eyes are telling me he's there, right in front of me. They are screaming the information at my brain, which has ceased to function properly. I've thought about this moment for so long, played out every scenario in my head like a prayer before bed, but when the moment is finally here: I freeze. I never once... | We both stop, recognition thrusting the air out of our lungs. He looks nothing like the picture next to my bed but it’s him. He’s breathing rapidly and starts to weep. He crumbles in on himself and falls forward on his palm and knees. His hand holding the milk ever so gently lands on the grimy asphalt. He’s sobbing unc... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | I'd always imagined my family was different, for sixteen years my mother had been telling my dad had left to get milk, it was the answer to a lot of her problems in her head, but I think it also pushed her tumbling down the abyss of insanity. She seemed to truly believe that he was only gone to go and get milk and woul... | We both stop, recognition thrusting the air out of our lungs. He looks nothing like the picture next to my bed but it’s him. He’s breathing rapidly and starts to weep. He crumbles in on himself and falls forward on his palm and knees. His hand holding the milk ever so gently lands on the grimy asphalt. He’s sobbing unc... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | I’m waiting for the bus. First day of work and all that. Suddenly, a man stumbles out of the alley next to the bus stop. He’s ragged, limping, with a chest-length, mud-caked beard. In his hands is a piece of cardboard, with an old-timey milk bottle drawn on it.
“Milk!” He shouts, and a few heads turn his way, “I’ve go... | We both stop, recognition thrusting the air out of our lungs. He looks nothing like the picture next to my bed but it’s him. He’s breathing rapidly and starts to weep. He crumbles in on himself and falls forward on his palm and knees. His hand holding the milk ever so gently lands on the grimy asphalt. He’s sobbing unc... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | "Dad?" My eyes are telling me he's there, right in front of me. They are screaming the information at my brain, which has ceased to function properly. I've thought about this moment for so long, played out every scenario in my head like a prayer before bed, but when the moment is finally here: I freeze. I never once... | I had always wondered what had happened to him. I had imagined he was dead or in prison or in my darkest moments with a new family. Seeing him clutching a cardboard cutout of a cartoon character was not one of those things. I can't help but feel a tinge of pity for the pathetic person in front of me. How ill must he be... |
First time writing a prompt, surprise me! | [WP] 17 Years ago, when you were only 6 years old, your father left you and your mother, saying he was going to get milk. As you walk to work your father stumbles out of an alley, ragged, limping, and sporting a mud caked beard. In his hands, a cartoon of milk. | "Dad?" My eyes are telling me he's there, right in front of me. They are screaming the information at my brain, which has ceased to function properly. I've thought about this moment for so long, played out every scenario in my head like a prayer before bed, but when the moment is finally here: I freeze. I never once... | “I’m sorry.”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes, not yet. I bet they were still a horrible, shitty brown, and I bet his eyes were still bloodshot and drained, and his face was still pale and rough. I bet he made this alley his home.
“All these years,” I mumbled quietly. I fiddled with my thumbs. “I thought you were dead... |
[WP] aliens are all over our galaxy and far superior to us. However, we are classified as a sacred species due to our unique creation of the arts. | Most other humans refuse to become clergy, but I did. They don't believe themselves worthy of spiritually leading our cosmic neighbors, or they just don't want to lie to them. I don't care, the pay is good, and the job is better than anything they could ever pay me.
"Good day, my cosmic friends. Please turn to pag... | On their knees they bowed low.
Why the they worship we do not know.
We ask them to leave and they won't go.
For the art of the deal is what they shall know.
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[WP] aliens are all over our galaxy and far superior to us. However, we are classified as a sacred species due to our unique creation of the arts. | The more I think about it the more it just doesn't make sense. Every account in our galactic records shows that once a species has evolved to the point where they can take over their own planet they immediately begin conquering others. That's why all of us are at war, constantly trying to drive one another to extinctio... | On their knees they bowed low.
Why the they worship we do not know.
We ask them to leave and they won't go.
For the art of the deal is what they shall know.
Edit:words | |
[WP] aliens are all over our galaxy and far superior to us. However, we are classified as a sacred species due to our unique creation of the arts. | ‘They Speak Untruth.’
The words were like a ripple on a lake, spreading to the furthest reaches of the Galactic Council. Every diplomat, every representative hammered the databases for more information on this strange species.
It wasn’t that they lied; Many species lied for tactical benefit. It wasn’t that they did... | On their knees they bowed low.
Why the they worship we do not know.
We ask them to leave and they won't go.
For the art of the deal is what they shall know.
Edit:words | |
[WP] aliens are all over our galaxy and far superior to us. However, we are classified as a sacred species due to our unique creation of the arts. | The more I think about it the more it just doesn't make sense. Every account in our galactic records shows that once a species has evolved to the point where they can take over their own planet they immediately begin conquering others. That's why all of us are at war, constantly trying to drive one another to extinctio... | Most other humans refuse to become clergy, but I did. They don't believe themselves worthy of spiritually leading our cosmic neighbors, or they just don't want to lie to them. I don't care, the pay is good, and the job is better than anything they could ever pay me.
"Good day, my cosmic friends. Please turn to pag... | |
[WP] aliens are all over our galaxy and far superior to us. However, we are classified as a sacred species due to our unique creation of the arts. | ‘They Speak Untruth.’
The words were like a ripple on a lake, spreading to the furthest reaches of the Galactic Council. Every diplomat, every representative hammered the databases for more information on this strange species.
It wasn’t that they lied; Many species lied for tactical benefit. It wasn’t that they did... | Most other humans refuse to become clergy, but I did. They don't believe themselves worthy of spiritually leading our cosmic neighbors, or they just don't want to lie to them. I don't care, the pay is good, and the job is better than anything they could ever pay me.
"Good day, my cosmic friends. Please turn to pag... | |
[WP]You're the world's most powerful superhero. Every other superhero respects you and every supervillains fear you, But you actually dont have any powers. | Like many scientific breakthroughs, it began as an accident. Although my discovery had a slightly greater effect on society than post-it notes or chocolate chip cookies, I can’t honestly claim more credit than the fortunate innovators who stumbled into those advances; the mixture that finally worked was the result of a... | It’s pretty simple. Doesn’t matter if we’re in a ‘post apocalyptic’ world or the height of modern society. People will be people and they will only think of themselves. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can arm yourself with the necessary weapons.
If there’s one thing I learned, is that super villains aren’... | |
[WP]You're the world's most powerful superhero. Every other superhero respects you and every supervillains fear you, But you actually dont have any powers. | BOOM!!!
A loud explosion was heard from the nearby bank.
It seems like the villains are at it again.
At the scene, many civilians were heavily injured. Some kids' limbs were blown right off. Blood and splintered bones litter the floor.
A man, whose torso got torn right off was crawling out into the open. Dragging h... | In high school I started as the silent type. Sitting in the corner, face buried in a book. I was a mediocre student and no one really paid much attention. Near the end of 11th grade I had become a wittiest kid around. Being the wittiest kid in a school full of evos probably wasn't the best option.
Through my quic... | |
[WP]You're the world's most powerful superhero. Every other superhero respects you and every supervillains fear you, But you actually dont have any powers. | BOOM!!!
A loud explosion was heard from the nearby bank.
It seems like the villains are at it again.
At the scene, many civilians were heavily injured. Some kids' limbs were blown right off. Blood and splintered bones litter the floor.
A man, whose torso got torn right off was crawling out into the open. Dragging h... | A while back I was working on a serum that would give me incredible powers. Needless to say it worked. Giving me incredible strength, speed, near invulnerability and enhanced senses. I was surprised how well it worked. Hell I was surprised that I was able to use it without any faults.
Well... there is one fault.
You se... | |
[WP]You're the world's most powerful superhero. Every other superhero respects you and every supervillains fear you, But you actually dont have any powers. | "Haha, and then I will destroy the world!" Dr Doom yelled from the top of the 3 story building.
I paused for a moment, then lifted the megaphone to my lips
"But Dr. Doom, if you destroy the world, then where would you live? There is no known life in this entire galaxy."
"I... well..."
I knew I had him now. This was ... | A while back I was working on a serum that would give me incredible powers. Needless to say it worked. Giving me incredible strength, speed, near invulnerability and enhanced senses. I was surprised how well it worked. Hell I was surprised that I was able to use it without any faults.
Well... there is one fault.
You se... | |
[WP]You're the world's most powerful superhero. Every other superhero respects you and every supervillains fear you, But you actually dont have any powers. | My uncle was a mobster. An honest to goodness mobster. When I was 15 he sat me down and told me "You spend the first 10 years building your reputation. You spend the rest of your life living off if it. This is my gift to you."
I didn't really understand at first.
That was until he started turning over all of his ope... | A while back I was working on a serum that would give me incredible powers. Needless to say it worked. Giving me incredible strength, speed, near invulnerability and enhanced senses. I was surprised how well it worked. Hell I was surprised that I was able to use it without any faults.
Well... there is one fault.
You se... | |
[WP]You're the world's most powerful superhero. Every other superhero respects you and every supervillains fear you, But you actually dont have any powers. | Reputation can be a funny thing sometimes.
There I was at my regular boring job as a desk clerk when out of nowhere who should show up but Lord Melodramatic. Head of the Villains Alliance, top ranked villain in Criminals Monthly, public enemy number One and all around scary dude. He strolls in, starts shouting somethi... | A while back I was working on a serum that would give me incredible powers. Needless to say it worked. Giving me incredible strength, speed, near invulnerability and enhanced senses. I was surprised how well it worked. Hell I was surprised that I was able to use it without any faults.
Well... there is one fault.
You se... | |
[WP] One day you get a random text on your phone that says: “Welcome to Life Simulator 3! Please choose the level of difficulty.” You answer “super easy”, just to fool around. What you weren’t expecting was a response, or everything that came after. | It has been 4 weeks. 29 days to be exact. 29 days since I confirmed my decision to change life’s difficulty to “super easy.” At first I thought it was a joke, or a game. After learning about the radioactive leak through the satellites, I realized that my decision truly was real.
I lay down on my bed, looking up at th... | The phone brought up another message saying, "super easy mode initiated". You think nothing of it until later in the day. Strangely, the weather out was beautiful, even though rain was predicted, so you decide to go on a walk. On your walk, you find lots of quarters, an unusual amount. Adding up, it came to ten dollars... | |
[WP] One day you get a random text on your phone that says: “Welcome to Life Simulator 3! Please choose the level of difficulty.” You answer “super easy”, just to fool around. What you weren’t expecting was a response, or everything that came after. | The first sight which greeted John on his 18th Birthday was a puddle of his own sick. Worse still, it rested upon his pillow which his head currently lay on. A dull thudding noise seemed to echo around his head and the thin sliver of light creeping between his curtains seemed to burn his eyeballs. Like a jigsaw puzzle ... | The phone brought up another message saying, "super easy mode initiated". You think nothing of it until later in the day. Strangely, the weather out was beautiful, even though rain was predicted, so you decide to go on a walk. On your walk, you find lots of quarters, an unusual amount. Adding up, it came to ten dollars... | |
[WP] One day you get a random text on your phone that says: “Welcome to Life Simulator 3! Please choose the level of difficulty.” You answer “super easy”, just to fool around. What you weren’t expecting was a response, or everything that came after. | It has been 4 weeks. 29 days to be exact. 29 days since I confirmed my decision to change life’s difficulty to “super easy.” At first I thought it was a joke, or a game. After learning about the radioactive leak through the satellites, I realized that my decision truly was real.
I lay down on my bed, looking up at th... | You know those wacky chainmails that you get back in 2000s.
Or those random phone numbers that call you, but it turns out to be some petty scam.
I honestly thought this was just one of those.
And being the typical jokester I am, I decided to play along.
But how would I know that by replying "super easy" to this tex... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | There's something people forget about, when it comes to regeneration, healing, and cell division: you only get so many splits before something starts to go wrong, and you start wearing out, breaking down. For most healing supers, they ignore that little bit of fine print, or have ways around it. So, the same was assu... | It was late autumn, yet the usual sounds of wildlife were absent from the green, rustic mountain. The sunlight, emanated from the setting sun, was conspicuously absent from the peak, blocked off by hundreds — no, thousands — of silhouettes.
A somber silence was omnipresent in a place full of life, but what was far mo... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | "It's strange. Even in old age, the guy struck me as someone who'd outlast us all, you know."
Tom scratched his beard, the snowflakes settling in. It was winter in the middle of Missouri, the flakes softly floated down to a cold dead earth at a very small cemetery. Him and his friend, Melissa, stood in front of the re... | It was late autumn, yet the usual sounds of wildlife were absent from the green, rustic mountain. The sunlight, emanated from the setting sun, was conspicuously absent from the peak, blocked off by hundreds — no, thousands — of silhouettes.
A somber silence was omnipresent in a place full of life, but what was far mo... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | The sky above the cemetery was a mess.
Rain, snow, lightnings and fire were tearing it apart in a chaos made of sorrow and pain.
The other heroes tried to calm down all the powerful psychics and magicians present, but it was impossible.He had died, and his funeral was only the beginning of what many considered a co... | It was late autumn, yet the usual sounds of wildlife were absent from the green, rustic mountain. The sunlight, emanated from the setting sun, was conspicuously absent from the peak, blocked off by hundreds — no, thousands — of silhouettes.
A somber silence was omnipresent in a place full of life, but what was far mo... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | The sky above the cemetery was a mess.
Rain, snow, lightnings and fire were tearing it apart in a chaos made of sorrow and pain.
The other heroes tried to calm down all the powerful psychics and magicians present, but it was impossible.He had died, and his funeral was only the beginning of what many considered a co... | There's something people forget about, when it comes to regeneration, healing, and cell division: you only get so many splits before something starts to go wrong, and you start wearing out, breaking down. For most healing supers, they ignore that little bit of fine print, or have ways around it. So, the same was assu... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | The sky above the cemetery was a mess.
Rain, snow, lightnings and fire were tearing it apart in a chaos made of sorrow and pain.
The other heroes tried to calm down all the powerful psychics and magicians present, but it was impossible.He had died, and his funeral was only the beginning of what many considered a co... | "It's strange. Even in old age, the guy struck me as someone who'd outlast us all, you know."
Tom scratched his beard, the snowflakes settling in. It was winter in the middle of Missouri, the flakes softly floated down to a cold dead earth at a very small cemetery. Him and his friend, Melissa, stood in front of the re... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | He had been the greatest.
Gregory Willoughby, better known as the Warden had protected the earth and ist citizens for more than 50 years, always vigilant, unrelenting, steadfast.
Countless villains had made great plans to conquer this country or that continent, some had had even greater plans designed to take o... | “I was sixteen when I first saw you on television. My mom and I lived in a one room apartment and we had just hooked up the television I “saved up for.” My dad, who knew where he was. Didn’t bother me much at that point. Needless to say my life was just... it just **was**. There was nothing. My life was as deprived of ... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | “'Everybody deserves to live,' huh?”
A part of me is almost expecting you to adopt that silly, infuriating grin of yours in response. Instead it remains set, neutral, lifeless. It's unsettling. Whenever you were caught in a foolproof trap that proved to be anything but, you smiled. Whenever you stood victorious, the ... | Without a sound, the elevator doors parted to reveal the large warehouse. Usually vibrant, the cold silence felt almost soothing. Abandoned workstations littered the whole floor making for a calming, if somewhat eerie scene. She sighed heavily, which, to her surprise, manifested as a cloud of vapor. She frowned, finall... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | He had been the greatest.
Gregory Willoughby, better known as the Warden had protected the earth and ist citizens for more than 50 years, always vigilant, unrelenting, steadfast.
Countless villains had made great plans to conquer this country or that continent, some had had even greater plans designed to take o... | Without a sound, the elevator doors parted to reveal the large warehouse. Usually vibrant, the cold silence felt almost soothing. Abandoned workstations littered the whole floor making for a calming, if somewhat eerie scene. She sighed heavily, which, to her surprise, manifested as a cloud of vapor. She frowned, finall... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | “What the hell are they doing here?” Starboy hissed into the ear of Nova Girl who turned to follow her partner’s gaze. The Terrible Trio has entered the cathedral and made their way down the aisle. The Ignoble Knight wore black enabled armour for the occasion that clanked and clanged. Walking on all four beside him, Be... | Without a sound, the elevator doors parted to reveal the large warehouse. Usually vibrant, the cold silence felt almost soothing. Abandoned workstations littered the whole floor making for a calming, if somewhat eerie scene. She sighed heavily, which, to her surprise, manifested as a cloud of vapor. She frowned, finall... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | The fall of Titan was thought to be impossible. The being who had risen up from the depths of the Earth itself, he couldn't really be gone, could he? Where do we even begin to ponder the implications of such a loss? His passing will be discussed and argued over for the coming millennia, by philosophers as of yet unborn... | Without a sound, the elevator doors parted to reveal the large warehouse. Usually vibrant, the cold silence felt almost soothing. Abandoned workstations littered the whole floor making for a calming, if somewhat eerie scene. She sighed heavily, which, to her surprise, manifested as a cloud of vapor. She frowned, finall... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | He had been the greatest.
Gregory Willoughby, better known as the Warden had protected the earth and ist citizens for more than 50 years, always vigilant, unrelenting, steadfast.
Countless villains had made great plans to conquer this country or that continent, some had had even greater plans designed to take o... | “'Everybody deserves to live,' huh?”
A part of me is almost expecting you to adopt that silly, infuriating grin of yours in response. Instead it remains set, neutral, lifeless. It's unsettling. Whenever you were caught in a foolproof trap that proved to be anything but, you smiled. Whenever you stood victorious, the ... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | “What the hell are they doing here?” Starboy hissed into the ear of Nova Girl who turned to follow her partner’s gaze. The Terrible Trio has entered the cathedral and made their way down the aisle. The Ignoble Knight wore black enabled armour for the occasion that clanked and clanged. Walking on all four beside him, Be... | It's kind of messed up that he died the way he did. He stopped every evil scheme and he saved millions of lives. He truly lived up to the figure society pinned him as. He was the best of the best. The one kids wanted to be when they grow up. But he was still human. He had feelings and emotions like sympathy and compari... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | The fall of Titan was thought to be impossible. The being who had risen up from the depths of the Earth itself, he couldn't really be gone, could he? Where do we even begin to ponder the implications of such a loss? His passing will be discussed and argued over for the coming millennia, by philosophers as of yet unborn... | It's kind of messed up that he died the way he did. He stopped every evil scheme and he saved millions of lives. He truly lived up to the figure society pinned him as. He was the best of the best. The one kids wanted to be when they grow up. But he was still human. He had feelings and emotions like sympathy and compari... | |
[WP] The world's greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe. | The fall of Titan was thought to be impossible. The being who had risen up from the depths of the Earth itself, he couldn't really be gone, could he? Where do we even begin to ponder the implications of such a loss? His passing will be discussed and argued over for the coming millennia, by philosophers as of yet unborn... | “What the hell are they doing here?” Starboy hissed into the ear of Nova Girl who turned to follow her partner’s gaze. The Terrible Trio has entered the cathedral and made their way down the aisle. The Ignoble Knight wore black enabled armour for the occasion that clanked and clanged. Walking on all four beside him, Be... | |
[WP] After years of gentle persuasion your best friend since childhood finally agrees to seek professional help for serious mental problems. Much to your dismay, as she slowly begins to improve you realize you are her imaginary friend. | I'LL BE WAITING BY THE OLD BEECH
I practically leapt out of my chair when Penny asked me to join her on a trip out to the countryside on a balmy sunday afternoon. She's the best, and I was happy to know that she still wanted to spend time with me, even though she'd yelled at me only a few days earlier.. You see, Penny... | "You look better." Chloe smiles at you, and in that moment, the bags beneath her eyes look less obvious. Your gaze turns to the bottle of pills lying on the dresser besides her bed. She had just taken one, and she's a lot more mellow than she's been in a while. "I haven't seen you in a while though. Where have you been... | |
[WP] The main story is going along just fine, when the narrator becomes aware of the fact that he is, indeed, just the narrator. Now everywhere along the rest of the story, the narcissistic narrator tries to make the story about himself. | *Celeste idly prodded the salad on her plate. The reception hall was decorated in vibrant shades of blue, with sunflowers woven into intricate strings of garland adorning the tables. It was the bride's favorite flower, after all. She wanted to be happy, she really did. Jonathan and Natalia completed each other. Four mo... | And that is when he truly broke down. It felt like the weight of the world came crashing down on her now that his lover, the one that had loved him even when everything else was going to hell. The one that had helped him get away from his parents after years of abuse. The one that had prevented him from being completel... | |
[WP] Earth was a place where aliens left Humans, not as a 'farm' but as a Prison because the whole universe fears us and how we destroy everything we touch. We just developed interstellar flight and the whole universe is in a panic. | [SFD POWERING DOWN. ARRIVAL IN 15XN]
The faint hum of the SFD was interrupted again by the Commanders rusty voice. "Alright you heard the lady. Entry in a few so boots and tentacles off the consoles and prep for exit"
A small groan could be heard in the back follows by some muttering. "Do you have a problem Grex?"
G... | Dear fellows of the retrial conviction committee of the Galactic council,
Last session, I was tasked with the assignment of bringing you the octennial Human development address. The goals of which is to report on the evolutionary development as well as any technological advancement that might have occurred. Under norm... | |
[WP] The US invades Heaven. Because there is oil there. | It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Somewhere in the heavens, we stood at *The Bronze Gates*, guarded by a lone angel.
“He ain’t even moving,” boasted Private Chalke. “I could pick him off from here.” Technically, his finger was off the trigger, though peering through the scope at a non-hostile would get him in tro... | I knew there was a reason the U.S. wanted to make a space corps by 2019. I just didn't think it would be for obtaining oil in heaven perhaps signs of life but not this. I was first to volunteer for this new war because I always wanted to go to space, I get massive pay bump for going, and to be honest I am a atheist. Th... | |
[WP] The world is on the verge of war. You are the latest graduate of Mech Pilot Training. As you are picking your mech unit, the general walks in with a grim look on his face. | “General!” I shouted, “Salute!”
I raised my arm and did the customary etiquette of a soldier to his senior.
The general stopped right in front of me; with a grim look looking at my way.
Cold sweat began to pour. As I know it, the world is at peace. No nation will have the gall to invade its neighbours, the invading ... | NSFW LANGUAGE AHEAD
"General Mc. Marcen" I shouted when I saw him entering the door, just like we were taught.
"Drop that General bullshit dude, we royally fucked up, and you are soon going to be fucked too if you don't proceed with extreme precaution"
And this was coming from the tough military moustached men, so I... | |
[WP] You have just died and you are in a room, waiting to meet either God or Satan. The person who walks into the room looks just like you. | When I first arrived, the receptionist told me to wait in the Gray Room. She said that my case is being reviewed and as soon as they come to a conclusion - I can move to the White Room or Black Room and meet either My Creator or my Demise.
It's been a while, now. I can't say exactly how much - there's no indicator an... | ######[](#dropcap)
The waiting room was sort of nice at least.
A bit bright - what with all the white surfaces. White walls, white ceiling, white floor, white chairs - all lit up by ephemerally sourced white light. The effect was a tad overwhelming.
There was a small white table in one corner of the room, upon whi... | |
[WP] You have just died and you are in a room, waiting to meet either God or Satan. The person who walks into the room looks just like you. | “Take a seat over there,” the receptionist said, “We’ll call your name when they’re ready.” She pointed to a few rows of chairs and sofas in the corner. It was a large waiting room in between two office doors, “God” and “Satan” engraved on the respective nameplates. The office looked like it was straight out of the sev... | ######[](#dropcap)
The waiting room was sort of nice at least.
A bit bright - what with all the white surfaces. White walls, white ceiling, white floor, white chairs - all lit up by ephemerally sourced white light. The effect was a tad overwhelming.
There was a small white table in one corner of the room, upon whi... | |
[WP] Most people have a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. You have a devil on one shoulder...and something far worse on the other. | "Yeah, I know. It's a little weird..." I said to my therapist.
"A little weird? Tell him it's fucking insane!"
"Understand him. Help him. It's not his fault. Nobody gets to choose their shoulder companions. You read case studies similar while you were working on your degree."
I heard her shoulder angel and devil ... | Everyone has an angle on one side and a devil on the other. Me too! Atleast.. I think so. Since I was little I only remember the devil. It didn't talk much which is strange, because they told us in school "the devil will try to control you with his words at all times."
It's not like there is nothing on the other side.... | |
[WP] Most people have a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. You have a devil on one shoulder...and something far worse on the other. | Everyone has little voices in their heads. They have the sinner, the naughty one, the short-term guy, the venture capitalist. And on the other hand they have the nice guy, the angel, the monk, the environmentalist.
I also have two voices, two little dudes on my shoulder. I have a devil on one shoulder, which is normal... | Everyone has an angle on one side and a devil on the other. Me too! Atleast.. I think so. Since I was little I only remember the devil. It didn't talk much which is strange, because they told us in school "the devil will try to control you with his words at all times."
It's not like there is nothing on the other side.... | |
[WP] One in every 50 teenagers has a superpower. The tests read positive, so you should have one, but you still don't know what it is, until today. | "And it vanishes when they're 20?"
"Yes, it would seem so."
"So we can't have that piggyface juggle 18 balls at the same time?"
"Yes sir, his birthday was yesterday, he can't do it anymore."
The leader of the circus sat down with a deep sigh. His co-ordinator was having a tough time convincing Jeffy to come.
"Are ... | I rose from my sleep-like state, looking into the eyes of the doctors before me. They were somewhat, jittery? excited. One of the nurses flounces over, she's young for a nurse - her hair bobs as she moves her way over.
"Congratulations soldier, turns out you're one of the few to pass!"
Her smile beamed, and I knew tha... | |
[WP] One in every 50 teenagers has a superpower. The tests read positive, so you should have one, but you still don't know what it is, until today. | “Mr. and Mrs. Stevens? And you must be Craig,” the Doctor said as he shook our hands. “Craig here has tested positive for the Z chromosome, which should give him some extraordinary powers. We ran the test twice, and both times show positive. But you are saying you don’t know what they are?”
“Ye…yes,” my mother said... | I rose from my sleep-like state, looking into the eyes of the doctors before me. They were somewhat, jittery? excited. One of the nurses flounces over, she's young for a nurse - her hair bobs as she moves her way over.
"Congratulations soldier, turns out you're one of the few to pass!"
Her smile beamed, and I knew tha... | |
[WP] One in every 50 teenagers has a superpower. The tests read positive, so you should have one, but you still don't know what it is, until today. | “Mr. and Mrs. Stevens? And you must be Craig,” the Doctor said as he shook our hands. “Craig here has tested positive for the Z chromosome, which should give him some extraordinary powers. We ran the test twice, and both times show positive. But you are saying you don’t know what they are?”
“Ye…yes,” my mother said... | "And it vanishes when they're 20?"
"Yes, it would seem so."
"So we can't have that piggyface juggle 18 balls at the same time?"
"Yes sir, his birthday was yesterday, he can't do it anymore."
The leader of the circus sat down with a deep sigh. His co-ordinator was having a tough time convincing Jeffy to come.
"Are ... | |
[WP] Rich Sorority Girl and Timid Teenage Boy wake up handcuffed together in the middle of a forest. She has no idea who he is; he has no explanation, but may or may not have been her stalker. An uncomfortable trek back to civilization ensues. | I woke up on the dirt ground inside the forest. I had a banging headache, but as I raised my hand to press against my forehead, something clanged. It was a pair of metal handcuffs, latched around my wrist… and the wrist of Penny, the sorority girl lying next to me, still asleep.
I couldn't believe it; it'd actually h... | [**Rich Sorority Girl and Timid Teenage Boy continue along the path.
The sun has just set, and it's getting cold. We see the two of them, still tied together at the wrists, backs turned to each other, walking along the path sideways, like a crab. A Narrator speaks.**
NARRATOR: When last we saw Rich Sorority Girl a... |
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