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[WP] You've been kidnapped by a cult. Not for sacrifice or anything, they just really need someone to fix the plumbing. | Wet
A pool
A splash, he drowns in a
Cold heavy clothes
Waterboard
Blazing light.
She was smiling at him. Who was she?
The girl from the coffee shop. He jerked left: the *man* from the coffee shop. And the younger man… and the woman.
They were not in the coffee shop.
“*Ciao bella,*” the girl said. “Esorry to e... | The men with the masks towered over me.I peered back through the narrow slits of their masks,begging to be released.
"Guys,I'm really sorry but I haven't finished my training. I can't fix your pipes."
A three-inch thick hexagon struck my face and knocked me on the ground. A figure,who I assumed was the leader beca... | |
[WP] You've been kidnapped by a cult. Not for sacrifice or anything, they just really need someone to fix the plumbing. | I’d been kept in this room for days. It wasn’t a bad room, all things considered. It was a nice, cool 72 degrees. Lots of reading material, even a television and a Sega Genesis. They gave me three square meals a day, all gourmet stuff. I’d been playing Sonic for several hours when the door started clanking and popped o... | Last thing I remember was enjoying the view of the Thames on my lunch break on a beautiful sunny day. Then the lights went out. Something was dropped over my head. I tried to pull it off, but couldn't. Next, I heard a voice say, "Sorry about this, chum." Then I was whisked away so quickly, I felt faint, dizzy. Blacked ... | |
[WP] You've been kidnapped by a cult. Not for sacrifice or anything, they just really need someone to fix the plumbing. | "I'd suggest investing in a very durable garbage disposal if you're going to be dumping...um...'goat' chunks down here," Hank Simmons, professional plumber, stated as he finished clearing out a *very* clogged sink pipe, "Otherwise, I'd suggest dumping it somewhere else."
"Yes, of course," One of the black clad people... | Last thing I remember was enjoying the view of the Thames on my lunch break on a beautiful sunny day. Then the lights went out. Something was dropped over my head. I tried to pull it off, but couldn't. Next, I heard a voice say, "Sorry about this, chum." Then I was whisked away so quickly, I felt faint, dizzy. Blacked ... | |
[WP] You've been kidnapped by a cult. Not for sacrifice or anything, they just really need someone to fix the plumbing. | "I'd suggest investing in a very durable garbage disposal if you're going to be dumping...um...'goat' chunks down here," Hank Simmons, professional plumber, stated as he finished clearing out a *very* clogged sink pipe, "Otherwise, I'd suggest dumping it somewhere else."
"Yes, of course," One of the black clad people... | I was bent in front of the Stone Altar, kneeling in the dirt. The cultists whispered their evil incantation. Atop the Altar lay the bloody remains of a goat surrounded by lit candles; it was a sacrafice to their dark God, Yrem. I struggled and strained, their whispers louder and closer. I felt them all around me, t... | |
[WP] You've been kidnapped by a cult. Not for sacrifice or anything, they just really need someone to fix the plumbing. | "I'd suggest investing in a very durable garbage disposal if you're going to be dumping...um...'goat' chunks down here," Hank Simmons, professional plumber, stated as he finished clearing out a *very* clogged sink pipe, "Otherwise, I'd suggest dumping it somewhere else."
"Yes, of course," One of the black clad people... | I’d been kept in this room for days. It wasn’t a bad room, all things considered. It was a nice, cool 72 degrees. Lots of reading material, even a television and a Sega Genesis. They gave me three square meals a day, all gourmet stuff. I’d been playing Sonic for several hours when the door started clanking and popped o... | |
[WP] You've been kidnapped by a cult. Not for sacrifice or anything, they just really need someone to fix the plumbing. | They roughly pulled the blindfold from my eyes. Candles. I surrounded by at least two dozen candles. Men in robes stood around me, their faces obscured by hoods.
"Brother Johannes, if you please," the tallest figure said.
"Wait, wait!" I yelped.
"I'm sorry for what I'm about to do," another man, presumably Johanne... | *This is a semi-sequel to my story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/7i0l0k/wp_johns_plumbing_and_adventuring_service/dqvbf1m/. But you don't need to read that one to enjoy this one!*
The brown bag on my head smelled of turpentine, my one true weakness. Around me, I heard ominous chanting in a la... | |
[WP] Completely exaggerate the experience of eating broccoli. | The rushes of flavor,
The taste is intense,
The texture is simply sublime.
I can't help but savor,
Each facet of sense,
For eating this, I'll take my time.
I feel like a creature,
That tops all the trees,
A dinosaur looking for lunch.
And the tastes that feature,
They tingle and please,
With ev... | Imagine an airplane falling from the sky, crashing into the ground - making an immensely loud noise - passegers screaming - the fuel-tank blowing up - the shock wave that it creates. That's what the sudden realization that I've missed out on life felt like when it struck me for just 2 years ago.
Ever since that sudden... | |
[WP] You're a scientist in the 'paranormal contraptions' department classified by the government. A strange coffee machine is transported to your desk with a touchpad stating it will dispense 100ml of any liquid you enter. You have been put in charge of experimenting with the device. | "Huh."
I go to type something in, when-
"Everybody down on the ground!"
Men in strange suits pin me down and take the coffee machine.
"Don't ask me how SCP-294 escaped containment," a man said.
"Probably some reality bender. Some fucking... undead turtle or something."
"Hey, Jim, don't forget to amnesticize that ... | I reached the lab ten minutes early. Every Monday morning another item would be left on the desk. These items weren’t just your every day items. They were special, some would call them paranormal. Last week it had been glasses that allowed you to zoom in to a microscopic level and the week before that had been a hearin... | |
[WP] The navigator wakes up in darkness. The wind is gone. The sky is covered with new constellations. | The Navigator awoke in darkness. The wind, which had blown hot and dry like dragon’s breath had died with the light, and now the Lark sat in complete stillness, its sails hanging limply. Around it lay a sea of sand, silvery and mirror-like, unbroken by dunes or tracks save for the snaking imprints of the Lark’s runners... | "Hold us steady, I ain't going down on this run!"
The wind howled with a primeval ferocity, each new twist and turn threatening to capsize the ship. Along the deck the various crew members struggled to hold the sail's ropes steady. Even if the waves didn't claim the ship itself the storm threatened to rip the sail fro... | |
[WP] A small gathering of people crowded the hand-made memorial near the train station. One year ago, an unexplainable tragedy took the lives of dozens. You stand among those crying people, staring at the photos of those who died. You recognize your own face but don’t remember dying. | “How are you feeling?” I asked her, breaking the silence.
She breathed in and out heavily through her nose. I felt the breeze across my nipples.
“That’s cold,” I joked.
She kissed my chest, giggled, and replied, “Amazing.”
As she slowly sat up, she looked back at me and gave a smile before standing. After using a ... | The memorial was crowded but he couldn't bring himself to leave. He remembered that night like it was yesterday. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and thought back to the last few minutes of genuine happiness in his life.
He saw his beautiful girlfriend. Her hair blew lightly in the breeze. She smelled like lav... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | I walk into the Tailored Tavern, the warmth of the hearth driving the chill from my veins and the drum of happy conversation driving the darkness from my thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar, I sit heavy and gesture the barkeep over. "Water, if you please."
"As you wish, sir." He nods, looking at my pendant. I tuck it i... | "He said he were meant ta help me n my farm, what with all tha kobolds n giant rats scurryin round." The old man in the corner said, his rough hands gripping a mug so tight his knuckles turned white. "But 'e trampled my fields and 'e stole all me gold out me chest, called it loot 'e did, then 'ere 'e come demandin rare... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | I walk into the Tailored Tavern, the warmth of the hearth driving the chill from my veins and the drum of happy conversation driving the darkness from my thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar, I sit heavy and gesture the barkeep over. "Water, if you please."
"As you wish, sir." He nods, looking at my pendant. I tuck it i... | Hero gets tired of the “same ol’thing” so he kindly interrupts and says “In promulgating your esoteric cogitations or articulating your superficial sentimentalities, and amicable philosophical or psychological observations, beware of platitudinous ponderosa. Let your conversational communications possess a compacted co... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | I walk into the Tailored Tavern, the warmth of the hearth driving the chill from my veins and the drum of happy conversation driving the darkness from my thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar, I sit heavy and gesture the barkeep over. "Water, if you please."
"As you wish, sir." He nods, looking at my pendant. I tuck it i... | The dimly lit oil lamps of the street did little to illuminate the small grey building, but did wonders in concealing Percival’s face. His rich blonde hair was tied back in a knot and was further shrouded in a greasy hood that he had slung low over his hard brow. The dark cloak and thick riding boots he had dawned as h... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | "... and Sir Sagramore did leap upon the beast's back, and with his mighty blade did he swipe off its head at a single stroke!" intones the old man dramatically.
It never happened, of course. The putative beast was just a hound; it might as well have attacked a dragon as an armored knight. It was nothing I'm proud of,... | The dimly lit oil lamps of the street did little to illuminate the small grey building, but did wonders in concealing Percival’s face. His rich blonde hair was tied back in a knot and was further shrouded in a greasy hood that he had slung low over his hard brow. The dark cloak and thick riding boots he had dawned as h... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | The man who called himself Kote settled in at the counter, fingers tapping against the rosewood surface, a beat that held no semblance of rhythm.
He uncorked the bottles with the practiced motion of an artist, a resigned perfection that only came through experience. One continuous arcing motion set the wine in the gla... | He sat there looking at the blood on his hands and his hands on the bar. Condensation pooled around the glass of whiskey between them that he hadn't touched. There had been a time when all he could do after a day like today was get roaring drunk, but now the stuff made him sick to look at. All that he had done... Did i... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | The Stargande, named after its infamous owner, was quite a gathering place, not only for the ale made by the secret recipes, but also for the location. Every adventurers, big or small, must pass through here before they could get to the Wandering Land, and the Wandering Land was a dog eats dog world, beyond the Corp's ... | He sat there looking at the blood on his hands and his hands on the bar. Condensation pooled around the glass of whiskey between them that he hadn't touched. There had been a time when all he could do after a day like today was get roaring drunk, but now the stuff made him sick to look at. All that he had done... Did i... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | The man who called himself Kote settled in at the counter, fingers tapping against the rosewood surface, a beat that held no semblance of rhythm.
He uncorked the bottles with the practiced motion of an artist, a resigned perfection that only came through experience. One continuous arcing motion set the wine in the gla... | "You'll not speak that name in here again, traveler," the innkeeper said. He had the puffy face of an old mongrel, but the eyes were sharp, lean. The inn fell into a hush, and for a moment there was naught but the rain thrashing against the lighthouse and a distant clap of thunder.
The traveler met his gaze. He was sl... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | The Stargande, named after its infamous owner, was quite a gathering place, not only for the ale made by the secret recipes, but also for the location. Every adventurers, big or small, must pass through here before they could get to the Wandering Land, and the Wandering Land was a dog eats dog world, beyond the Corp's ... | "You'll not speak that name in here again, traveler," the innkeeper said. He had the puffy face of an old mongrel, but the eyes were sharp, lean. The inn fell into a hush, and for a moment there was naught but the rain thrashing against the lighthouse and a distant clap of thunder.
The traveler met his gaze. He was sl... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | The Stargande, named after its infamous owner, was quite a gathering place, not only for the ale made by the secret recipes, but also for the location. Every adventurers, big or small, must pass through here before they could get to the Wandering Land, and the Wandering Land was a dog eats dog world, beyond the Corp's ... | Sometimes you just have to have a drink. Laurie Shaw thought so too. The cold Autumn day couldn't have ached any more after a grating, tumultuous couple of high-stake events that tore through her patience and left her clutching at hairs that she pulled out when it was all over. There was nothing glorious about being a ... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | "I heard that he killed a Weeping Cliff giant all by himself!"
"Yeah? Well I heard that he made it through Ghoul-run Pass with nothing but a torch and a knife!"
"That's nothing! *I* heard that he once wrangled a silver-backed dragon with his bare hands. No magic rope or daggers at all!"
Samuel Garith smiled as he to... | Sometimes you just have to have a drink. Laurie Shaw thought so too. The cold Autumn day couldn't have ached any more after a grating, tumultuous couple of high-stake events that tore through her patience and left her clutching at hairs that she pulled out when it was all over. There was nothing glorious about being a ... | |
[WP] A legendary hero finds themselves in disguise at a bar. The patrons are telling stories about the hero | When you step inside the King's Arms, you're not hit by a wave of despair, but of something worse. The stench of resignation has, along with urine, beer, and tobacco, permeated the very brickwork of the tavern. Resignation is to me, much graver a sin than despair. Desperate people will do something about their situatio... | Sometimes you just have to have a drink. Laurie Shaw thought so too. The cold Autumn day couldn't have ached any more after a grating, tumultuous couple of high-stake events that tore through her patience and left her clutching at hairs that she pulled out when it was all over. There was nothing glorious about being a ... | |
[WP] You suffer from Agoraphobia and have never been outside in years. Since the past month, every day someone knocks at your door at 10 AM. They knock for a couple of minutes and then leave. But you haven't heard knocks for the last week and are starting to get curious. | 10:01
I grip my bedsheets tighter. I'm sweating. Why am I sweating? I don't have a reason to be sweating. The air conditioning's on but I'm sweating. I'm sweating because here I am again waiting for that knock and I don't even know who is knocking or why they keep knocking or why they stopped and what could have happe... | Every morning Edward would sit in his room staring at the computer screen. For years, his mild Agoraphobia had been steadily getting worse. He had only a few family members who would visit, and even fewer friends.
Being alone in a room can be lonesome, but he managed -- somehow. In his 74 long years on this earth h... | |
[WP] You suffer from Agoraphobia and have never been outside in years. Since the past month, every day someone knocks at your door at 10 AM. They knock for a couple of minutes and then leave. But you haven't heard knocks for the last week and are starting to get curious. | 10:01
I grip my bedsheets tighter. I'm sweating. Why am I sweating? I don't have a reason to be sweating. The air conditioning's on but I'm sweating. I'm sweating because here I am again waiting for that knock and I don't even know who is knocking or why they keep knocking or why they stopped and what could have happe... | ######[](#dropcap)
Day 43:
The anomaly was nothing if not precise, 10:00 a.m. on the dot without fail this person, this interloper would knock at the front door. Not merely being content to knock on the exterior glass paned storm door, but actually going so far as to OPEN it and knock on the solid wooden door. The doo... | |
[WP] All people on earth agree that every conflict, no matter how major or minor, should be settled through the medium of rock, paper, scissors. What does the world look like? | Banking collapsed. How could anyone save money if you could lose it all to a person on the street challenging you to a game of 'Decider' as it came to be known.
Education tried to limp on for a few years. Many well meaning souls devoting their time to passing on and preserving the worlds knowledge. However like bankin... | “Look, the dog barked twice. You know what that means,” said Broom Closet Hernandez.
“Fine.”
Broom Closet didn't care how many times his boss barked. He thought it ridiculous that he should have to fix the plane engine. What did he know about Boeing engine maintenance anyway? Still he donned the mechanic’s cap, grabb... | |
[WP] You've survived living through many horror movies, aided by your secret power: the ability to hear what the audience is yelling at the screen. | "We now have lost 43 monsters to the subject named "Tim" or as others call him "The Unkillable". We don't know how he does it but he always knows our next move, we wait behind the door and they just go away, we have the upper hand almost killing them and they have a pistol out of nowhere. This has to stop. After each a... | I was sitting in the theatre, excited to see the newly released Scary Monster Movie. It was the first in the series, and so far it had a 79% on rotten tomatoes. I sat down with my friends and soon the theatre started to fill up. The lights dimmed and the trailers started.
Yada yada yada the usual trailers, infinity wa... | |
[WP] You've survived living through many horror movies, aided by your secret power: the ability to hear what the audience is yelling at the screen. | "Behind you!" the audience screamed.
Not again, I thought, while I rolled forward. My hands automatically pointed the laser-repeater I picked up in "Alien Menace 3: Invasion Day" towards the creature. So many scenarios, so much suffering. I used to be so weak. I used to be scared of the voices. Now I'm surviving. The c... | I was sitting in the theatre, excited to see the newly released Scary Monster Movie. It was the first in the series, and so far it had a 79% on rotten tomatoes. I sat down with my friends and soon the theatre started to fill up. The lights dimmed and the trailers started.
Yada yada yada the usual trailers, infinity wa... | |
[WP] You've survived living through many horror movies, aided by your secret power: the ability to hear what the audience is yelling at the screen. | It had been a fluke, the first time: **Don't go in the basement!** My hand had been on the door knob. I definitely rolled my eyes - I might have even smirked. And as I searched for the origins of the warning, peering behind couches and curtain -- that's when the unholy screeching began from downstairs.
And so I surviv... | I was sitting in the theatre, excited to see the newly released Scary Monster Movie. It was the first in the series, and so far it had a 79% on rotten tomatoes. I sat down with my friends and soon the theatre started to fill up. The lights dimmed and the trailers started.
Yada yada yada the usual trailers, infinity wa... | |
[WP] You've survived living through many horror movies, aided by your secret power: the ability to hear what the audience is yelling at the screen. | "Behind you!" the audience screamed.
Not again, I thought, while I rolled forward. My hands automatically pointed the laser-repeater I picked up in "Alien Menace 3: Invasion Day" towards the creature. So many scenarios, so much suffering. I used to be so weak. I used to be scared of the voices. Now I'm surviving. The c... | "We now have lost 43 monsters to the subject named "Tim" or as others call him "The Unkillable". We don't know how he does it but he always knows our next move, we wait behind the door and they just go away, we have the upper hand almost killing them and they have a pistol out of nowhere. This has to stop. After each a... | |
[WP] "Please help me! I'm trapped in a story with an evil narrator!", cried the unfortunate man who will never escape my story. | “Please help me! I’m trapped in a story with an evil narrator!” cried the unfortunate man who will never escape my story.
Of course, no one listens. Why would they? Like the unfortunate man, they all belong to me. Like the unfortunate man, they are me.
The unfortunate man begins to cry, hugging himself with his arm... | "he says I have to learn what a tragedy is." I ponder on all the strange and complex plots I can put this one through. Deciding to create a narrator to comment in a booming voice, "there is a terrifying paradox that awaits you to discover." Yes, that fits well to start I think to myself. Now let's up the drama by havin... | |
[WP] "Please help me! I'm trapped in a story with an evil narrator!", cried the unfortunate man who will never escape my story. | “Please stop.” June cries, alone in his bed. The lights dimmed to low. Physically well, mentally on the brink of destruction. “You don’t have to do this.” He cries.
June can hear me, but he’s not listening.
“I am, I am listening! I’ve always listened buddy. I’m always here for you, we can get through this toge-“ Jun... | "he says I have to learn what a tragedy is." I ponder on all the strange and complex plots I can put this one through. Deciding to create a narrator to comment in a booming voice, "there is a terrifying paradox that awaits you to discover." Yes, that fits well to start I think to myself. Now let's up the drama by havin... | |
[WP] "Please help me! I'm trapped in a story with an evil narrator!", cried the unfortunate man who will never escape my story. | “Please stop.” June cries, alone in his bed. The lights dimmed to low. Physically well, mentally on the brink of destruction. “You don’t have to do this.” He cries.
June can hear me, but he’s not listening.
“I am, I am listening! I’ve always listened buddy. I’m always here for you, we can get through this toge-“ Jun... | ***Hello, uhhh hi? Wassupadazzle my mazzle?***
OH MY GOD WHAT IS GOING ON? It was just another day, I was just getting up to go to school and this booming voice just-
***OH HEY YOU CAN RESPOND. Guess I won't have to delete you like the other ones! So ummm I'm like uhh your God and stuff! Hi!***
*Well,* this wasn't h... | |
[WP] You and your brother/sister have always competed. After hearing the news that they became lead detective, you decide to become a serial killer. (Alternatively, you can be the lead detective.) | "... So it turns out that the perpetrator had a twin!"
My brother finishes his story, perusing his audience before leveling his smug gaze on me. I pick up my draft in a silent toast to him but inside I'm boiling over.
He can not quit from this inane need to be my better. Ever since we were children, he has done noth... | I have had some chance to reflect on the origins of my rivalry as I have aged. Certainly, there is plenty of motivation that falls in the realm of the mundane. My birth was a butcher’s knife that cleaved our parents’ time in two - he would never again find himself *alone felicitate* in their love.
Over time, however,... | |
[WP] You and your brother/sister have always competed. After hearing the news that they became lead detective, you decide to become a serial killer. (Alternatively, you can be the lead detective.) | "Sibling rivalry is normal!"
This phrase came to my mind as I kept closely tucked behind the barrel within my warehouse, avoiding the bullet's Kelly was shooting at me.
12 women, and 8 men. All varying ages, sex, and lifestyles. It had been so difficult for her to find my constant, my trigger, who I enjoyed killing... | I have had some chance to reflect on the origins of my rivalry as I have aged. Certainly, there is plenty of motivation that falls in the realm of the mundane. My birth was a butcher’s knife that cleaved our parents’ time in two - he would never again find himself *alone felicitate* in their love.
Over time, however,... | |
[WP] You and your brother/sister have always competed. After hearing the news that they became lead detective, you decide to become a serial killer. (Alternatively, you can be the lead detective.) | "Sibling rivalry is normal!"
This phrase came to my mind as I kept closely tucked behind the barrel within my warehouse, avoiding the bullet's Kelly was shooting at me.
12 women, and 8 men. All varying ages, sex, and lifestyles. It had been so difficult for her to find my constant, my trigger, who I enjoyed killing... | "... So it turns out that the perpetrator had a twin!"
My brother finishes his story, perusing his audience before leveling his smug gaze on me. I pick up my draft in a silent toast to him but inside I'm boiling over.
He can not quit from this inane need to be my better. Ever since we were children, he has done noth... | |
[WP] A lone character is stranded on an island. It's been a struggle to survive and they've finally given up. While lying on the beach waiting to die, a bottle washes ashore. What's inside drastically changes their situation. | There were no tears left. I had given up, and the beach I now called home would double as my casket. Hunger was ripping me apart like a fast-acting cancer and my skin had become an ugly leather. It was time to give up.
That was when I saw it. The now unfamiliar feeling of excitement washed over me. It had been ... | The sand burns my back, but I don't have the will to move. Scouring up at the scathing sun, I make my bed, I wait for death.
I try to call out to the sky, to any who would listen. I want to scream, to lament the fate that brought me to this barren speck of land. But I cannot. My throat is dry and cracked. To make wor... | |
[WP] Everytime Humans or their creations set foot on other planets, it spreads Mother Earth's consciousness and power by that much. She is determined to have Her and Her children rule the stars, no matter what the other races or planets say |      The space above the terrestrial planet Xal shimmered. Spacetime has no sound, no colour, and no surface, so it tore in half in silence. Neither of Xal’s two moons were on its perpetual nightside, so no distorted image of either satellite warned the reptile-like Xalians ... | She searched through the possible futures. They unfolded like a mosaic, several of them varying in size and shape. Judging by likeliness of occurrence, she chose the largest one. The timeline presented itself to her, the facets and contingencies of the continuum surrounding her like burning stars. A universe where huma... | |
[WP] Your first wife dies after five years of marriage. Ten years later, you re-marry. Thirty years later, you and your new wife die in a car accident. When you and your new wife arrive in heaven, you discover your first wife has been waiting forty years for you to join her. What happens next? | It was finally over. The years of torment, guilt, being held emotionally hostage for the sake of the kids...
John stood at the pearly gates, his reward for a life lived... about as well as he could live it, given the circumstances. He looked around, searching among the crowd of souls for the face he so desperately wan... | “M-Mary? Is that you?”
“John I’ve waited so long for you! I’m so glad we’re together again!” Mary squeals as she runs to hug her husband after years of being apart. A tall woman comes around from behind John and glares at Mary.
“John, who is this?” She spat.
“Pricilla, this is my first wife.” He muttered. Fearing ... | |
[WP] This ancient prophecy of yours has neglected to tell you that you're going to fight FOUR dragons, not one. One is undead, one is a machine, one is your long lost mare cursed into the form of a monster, and the last is apparently a god. | John grinned as he removed his sword from last dead slimy zombie's brain. Or at least it felt like a slimy zombie. He did mention 'brains' multiple times, which is what zombies do.
He inspected surroundings and walked a bit back, towards Sarah, his companion. She was staying back all this time. "Thanks for the help," ... | He stood on the corpse, shoulders heaving. Blood dribbled down his arm, staining the chainmail red.
A dragon. He'd done it. He'd really done it. Almost despite himself, a grin spread across his face from ear to ear.
The cries rang up from around him, the soldiers and mages scattered around the gorge cheering as h... | |
Edit: I probably should have expected it, but this prompt has turned a bit darker than I planned.
If self-harm and trauma are triggers for you, please be aware of the content. | [WP] A demon has permanently taken control of and assimilated into your body. Unbeknownst to the demon, you have crippling depression. | Brutal rain battered the windows outside in the harsh Colorado air. Jennifer moped down aisle seven, canned beans and turnips passed her by. Weeks had passed before she had gone shopping, her apartment was in shambles, her refrigerator barren. Only the brink of starvation brought her to the supermarket on this dreary W... | I cut through the juicy flesh before me with silent determination. Cooked meat was by far my favorite dish, of which I had spent eons feasting upon. The delicious dark red blood flowed out and mingled with the earth brown gravy leaking from the mashed potatoes, the distinct colors reminding me of my far off home.
I di... |
Edit: I probably should have expected it, but this prompt has turned a bit darker than I planned.
If self-harm and trauma are triggers for you, please be aware of the content. | [WP] A demon has permanently taken control of and assimilated into your body. Unbeknownst to the demon, you have crippling depression. | "Hey that girl you liked posted a new picture on Facebook," Crauh Crar whispered.
I couldn't hear him like I could hear most people. He was a demon. He was my demon. His thoughts were my thoughts. I opened my eyes. He was operating my fingers. He selected the "love" react. Before he could complete the social media fa... | I cut through the juicy flesh before me with silent determination. Cooked meat was by far my favorite dish, of which I had spent eons feasting upon. The delicious dark red blood flowed out and mingled with the earth brown gravy leaking from the mashed potatoes, the distinct colors reminding me of my far off home.
I di... |
Edit: I probably should have expected it, but this prompt has turned a bit darker than I planned.
If self-harm and trauma are triggers for you, please be aware of the content. | [WP] A demon has permanently taken control of and assimilated into your body. Unbeknownst to the demon, you have crippling depression. | *Oh crap, sleep paralysis again? That's okay, as long as I don't have an itch to scratch. I'll just go back to sl--what in the hell?*
"Oh goodness, for someone so skinny you sure weigh a lot." I heard my voice say.
*What the hell is this?* I tried to yell. But my voice wasn't cooperating.
"Hello!" My voice chirped.... | I cut through the juicy flesh before me with silent determination. Cooked meat was by far my favorite dish, of which I had spent eons feasting upon. The delicious dark red blood flowed out and mingled with the earth brown gravy leaking from the mashed potatoes, the distinct colors reminding me of my far off home.
I di... |
Edit: I probably should have expected it, but this prompt has turned a bit darker than I planned.
If self-harm and trauma are triggers for you, please be aware of the content. | [WP] A demon has permanently taken control of and assimilated into your body. Unbeknownst to the demon, you have crippling depression. | "Hey that girl you liked posted a new picture on Facebook," Crauh Crar whispered.
I couldn't hear him like I could hear most people. He was a demon. He was my demon. His thoughts were my thoughts. I opened my eyes. He was operating my fingers. He selected the "love" react. Before he could complete the social media fa... |
The sinking sensation was churning and churning trying to drag me down into
the dark pit even lower than the sea-level here on land.
There was a fight like there is a fight now, it is eternal, ever escalating, ever
winning, ever loosing. Like a fire burning itself out, here was no
salvation, a thousand oceans would ... |
Edit: I probably should have expected it, but this prompt has turned a bit darker than I planned.
If self-harm and trauma are triggers for you, please be aware of the content. | [WP] A demon has permanently taken control of and assimilated into your body. Unbeknownst to the demon, you have crippling depression. | Cadwallon shifted his way through the crowd, there were far to many people in hell. He stood before the massive doors where death reigned over admittance. Death had his workload reach insane levels and it wore on him, the population boom of this century wasn't anything they could have prepaired for. He called for all d... | *wake up!*
I open my heavy eyelids slowly, gradually soaking in the eaves of the morning. The light scratches behind my blackout curtains. Must be daytime. Huh.
*Finally! I've been waiting all night for you to wake up!*
What? I think in my dreary state. That's not my voice... but deciding I'm going to try and liste... |
[WP] The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water... Of your bathtub. | “Shit, sorry!” the man said, though he was completely alone in the room. He’d dropped a spoon and apologised out of habit. He shrugged off the accident and chucked the dirtied spoon toward the sink before grabbing a clean one from the drawer. Into his mug he splashed a little milk, a teaspoon of sugar, and stirred it a... | Arthur considered the dire situation in which he found himself. He had been sitting on the throne for only a short time, and couldn't help but be impressed by how quickly the situation had degenerated. The nature of the problem was as obvious as it was urgent, but he was critically low on the on resource he would need ... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | I’ve noticed that Spot has been digging the same hole for about 2 weeks. It‘s getting pretty deep, so I’ve started wondering what he’s been digging. I’ve decided it’s time to find out.
“Spot, boy, whatcha diggin’?” I ask.
“An underground bunker,” he replies nonchalantly.
“Oh...” I respond, disappointed. Just my luck... | The hole has grown bigger. A large part of cement is visible in the bottom, leaning to look at it I can smell the wet earth and whatever the dog left down there. It feels like all sound is being sucked in near the black perfect circle. Could my dog -any dog- really do that? There are no signs of dirt near the open... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | “What is that?” I asked.
“It’s cuneiform,” Marti said running his fingers over the script inscribed in the stone, “It’s 3rd millenium BC.”
The underground bunker must have been three stories tall. Jipsy, our chihuahua, had created a sophisticated gallery, a labyrinth of artifacts from what must have been from all ov... | The hole has grown bigger. A large part of cement is visible in the bottom, leaning to look at it I can smell the wet earth and whatever the dog left down there. It feels like all sound is being sucked in near the black perfect circle. Could my dog -any dog- really do that? There are no signs of dirt near the open... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | "Sparky, what are you doing? This hole is getting huge, and I am tired of filling it in. You were never much of a digger before."
Staring at him I realized that Sparky was oddly receptive to what I was saying, he had stopped digging and was watching me closely.
"I am sorry Terrance-"
"What the Fuck!" I screamed, "y... | The hole has grown bigger. A large part of cement is visible in the bottom, leaning to look at it I can smell the wet earth and whatever the dog left down there. It feels like all sound is being sucked in near the black perfect circle. Could my dog -any dog- really do that? There are no signs of dirt near the open... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | i am a pup
i like my guy
temps goin up
dont want to die
i dig a hole
dig it so deep
food from my bowl
food in hole keep
guy does not kno
i do not mind
guy mad at hole
still he so kind
today i am done
hole can fit guy
slep in the sun
put guy inside
show guy the hole
guy v surprise
more food in bowl
pu... | The hole has grown bigger. A large part of cement is visible in the bottom, leaning to look at it I can smell the wet earth and whatever the dog left down there. It feels like all sound is being sucked in near the black perfect circle. Could my dog -any dog- really do that? There are no signs of dirt near the open... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | I’ve noticed that Spot has been digging the same hole for about 2 weeks. It‘s getting pretty deep, so I’ve started wondering what he’s been digging. I’ve decided it’s time to find out.
“Spot, boy, whatcha diggin’?” I ask.
“An underground bunker,” he replies nonchalantly.
“Oh...” I respond, disappointed. Just my luck... | It started on Day 1, just two feet deep. Deep enough to hurt my leg, but no more. An innocent hole, from an innocent dog.
But the dog kept digging, and digging some more. Day 2, as I recall, he killed a mole. It was larger now, the hole, not the mole.
Day 4 and he won’t stop digging. I no longer believe it’s ... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | "Sparky, what are you doing? This hole is getting huge, and I am tired of filling it in. You were never much of a digger before."
Staring at him I realized that Sparky was oddly receptive to what I was saying, he had stopped digging and was watching me closely.
"I am sorry Terrance-"
"What the Fuck!" I screamed, "y... | I look up from my desk. I positioned it near the little white window that looks into the backyard some time ago when the doctor said I should get some fresh air. Outside, I see the dog digging again. I unclasp the top of the window and lift it open. It sighs and squeaks upwards, and the air blows a few papers around t... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | i am a pup
i like my guy
temps goin up
dont want to die
i dig a hole
dig it so deep
food from my bowl
food in hole keep
guy does not kno
i do not mind
guy mad at hole
still he so kind
today i am done
hole can fit guy
slep in the sun
put guy inside
show guy the hole
guy v surprise
more food in bowl
pu... | I look up from my desk. I positioned it near the little white window that looks into the backyard some time ago when the doctor said I should get some fresh air. Outside, I see the dog digging again. I unclasp the top of the window and lift it open. It sighs and squeaks upwards, and the air blows a few papers around t... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | i am a pup
i like my guy
temps goin up
dont want to die
i dig a hole
dig it so deep
food from my bowl
food in hole keep
guy does not kno
i do not mind
guy mad at hole
still he so kind
today i am done
hole can fit guy
slep in the sun
put guy inside
show guy the hole
guy v surprise
more food in bowl
pu... | “What is that?” I asked.
“It’s cuneiform,” Marti said running his fingers over the script inscribed in the stone, “It’s 3rd millenium BC.”
The underground bunker must have been three stories tall. Jipsy, our chihuahua, had created a sophisticated gallery, a labyrinth of artifacts from what must have been from all ov... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | Trying to get my feet wet with writing. PLEASE feel free to offer feedback!
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"I've kept my silence long enough," grumbled Jax.
I turned around, trying to place the voice. It was one I have never heard before yet still seemed so familiar. There was no one there.
"Over here." I heard it again. *Where was it ... | I leaned over the windowsill and stared at my backyard. Ruffy's hole had grown massive. If I had his same will to do anything, I would probably start by covering his creation. It was ruining the beauty of my dead grass.
I was having my coffee when the bell rang. I opened the door and found Annie, my beautiful neighbo... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | "Sparky, what are you doing? This hole is getting huge, and I am tired of filling it in. You were never much of a digger before."
Staring at him I realized that Sparky was oddly receptive to what I was saying, he had stopped digging and was watching me closely.
"I am sorry Terrance-"
"What the Fuck!" I screamed, "y... | I leaned over the windowsill and stared at my backyard. Ruffy's hole had grown massive. If I had his same will to do anything, I would probably start by covering his creation. It was ruining the beauty of my dead grass.
I was having my coffee when the bell rang. I opened the door and found Annie, my beautiful neighbo... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | i am a pup
i like my guy
temps goin up
dont want to die
i dig a hole
dig it so deep
food from my bowl
food in hole keep
guy does not kno
i do not mind
guy mad at hole
still he so kind
today i am done
hole can fit guy
slep in the sun
put guy inside
show guy the hole
guy v surprise
more food in bowl
pu... | I leaned over the windowsill and stared at my backyard. Ruffy's hole had grown massive. If I had his same will to do anything, I would probably start by covering his creation. It was ruining the beauty of my dead grass.
I was having my coffee when the bell rang. I opened the door and found Annie, my beautiful neighbo... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | "Sparky, what are you doing? This hole is getting huge, and I am tired of filling it in. You were never much of a digger before."
Staring at him I realized that Sparky was oddly receptive to what I was saying, he had stopped digging and was watching me closely.
"I am sorry Terrance-"
"What the Fuck!" I screamed, "y... | Trying to get my feet wet with writing. PLEASE feel free to offer feedback!
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"I've kept my silence long enough," grumbled Jax.
I turned around, trying to place the voice. It was one I have never heard before yet still seemed so familiar. There was no one there.
"Over here." I heard it again. *Where was it ... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | i am a pup
i like my guy
temps goin up
dont want to die
i dig a hole
dig it so deep
food from my bowl
food in hole keep
guy does not kno
i do not mind
guy mad at hole
still he so kind
today i am done
hole can fit guy
slep in the sun
put guy inside
show guy the hole
guy v surprise
more food in bowl
pu... | Trying to get my feet wet with writing. PLEASE feel free to offer feedback!
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...
"I've kept my silence long enough," grumbled Jax.
I turned around, trying to place the voice. It was one I have never heard before yet still seemed so familiar. There was no one there.
"Over here." I heard it again. *Where was it ... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | "Sparky, what are you doing? This hole is getting huge, and I am tired of filling it in. You were never much of a digger before."
Staring at him I realized that Sparky was oddly receptive to what I was saying, he had stopped digging and was watching me closely.
"I am sorry Terrance-"
"What the Fuck!" I screamed, "y... | “Come on, boy...” Marcus said, sighing at the sight of the hole.
The neighbors weren’t happy with how his backyard looked. It didn’t conform the neat and proper image of the neighborhood. Before he broke out of the slums at the lower levels of the city, he’d always thought that life would be pristine here.
He shook h... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | i am a pup
i like my guy
temps goin up
dont want to die
i dig a hole
dig it so deep
food from my bowl
food in hole keep
guy does not kno
i do not mind
guy mad at hole
still he so kind
today i am done
hole can fit guy
slep in the sun
put guy inside
show guy the hole
guy v surprise
more food in bowl
pu... | “Come on, boy...” Marcus said, sighing at the sight of the hole.
The neighbors weren’t happy with how his backyard looked. It didn’t conform the neat and proper image of the neighborhood. Before he broke out of the slums at the lower levels of the city, he’d always thought that life would be pristine here.
He shook h... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | "Sparky, what are you doing? This hole is getting huge, and I am tired of filling it in. You were never much of a digger before."
Staring at him I realized that Sparky was oddly receptive to what I was saying, he had stopped digging and was watching me closely.
"I am sorry Terrance-"
"What the Fuck!" I screamed, "y... | "Buddy, not again," James frowned as he walked into his garden. "The hole is so big again."
It was a weird dog of his. He had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Still, he looked a cute and friendly one anyway, so he took the dog as his own. Even so, the dog had been spending most of the time digging this very hole.
"C... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | i am a pup
i like my guy
temps goin up
dont want to die
i dig a hole
dig it so deep
food from my bowl
food in hole keep
guy does not kno
i do not mind
guy mad at hole
still he so kind
today i am done
hole can fit guy
slep in the sun
put guy inside
show guy the hole
guy v surprise
more food in bowl
pu... | "Buddy, not again," James frowned as he walked into his garden. "The hole is so big again."
It was a weird dog of his. He had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Still, he looked a cute and friendly one anyway, so he took the dog as his own. Even so, the dog had been spending most of the time digging this very hole.
"C... | |
[WP] Your dog digs in the same hole in your backyard everyday. Each day,the hole is getting deeper. Today, you find out it's for an underground bunker. | i am a pup
i like my guy
temps goin up
dont want to die
i dig a hole
dig it so deep
food from my bowl
food in hole keep
guy does not kno
i do not mind
guy mad at hole
still he so kind
today i am done
hole can fit guy
slep in the sun
put guy inside
show guy the hole
guy v surprise
more food in bowl
pu... | "Sparky, what are you doing? This hole is getting huge, and I am tired of filling it in. You were never much of a digger before."
Staring at him I realized that Sparky was oddly receptive to what I was saying, he had stopped digging and was watching me closely.
"I am sorry Terrance-"
"What the Fuck!" I screamed, "y... | |
[WP] The reason why we don't hear from aliens is because broadcasting your presence into space is a bad idea. Why? The humans will find you. | The Igrox were unrivalled in their corner of the Galaxy, they had spread forth from their homeworld with greed and merciless speed.
By their very nature they were vicious, only unified by their hunger for more worlds.
If a world suited their needs, it was theirs. They extinguished hundreds of civilisations in their con... | The citizens of Garth stood in Dictum Square, staring up in fascination at the trelliced tower of twisted metals soaring into the heavens. The emperor’s finest sorcerers had promised a show of unprecedented wizardry. They had created a device to send words directly through the air, a machina which could whisper across ... | |
[WP] The reason why we don't hear from aliens is because broadcasting your presence into space is a bad idea. Why? The humans will find you. | The Igrox were unrivalled in their corner of the Galaxy, they had spread forth from their homeworld with greed and merciless speed.
By their very nature they were vicious, only unified by their hunger for more worlds.
If a world suited their needs, it was theirs. They extinguished hundreds of civilisations in their con... | "Sir, We have something on radar," said one of the analysts.
"What country is it from?" said Major Charlies.
"Not a country," said the analyst. "It's coming in from the Space Survelience Network."
"Is this another one of your jokes Corporal Tot?" said the Major.
"No sir," said the corporal. "The object is passing b... | |
[WP] You wake up as the last video game character you played as. | I found myself in a classroom filled with students. What in the world was going on? The teacher called out names as I tried to figure out my surroundings. The classroom seemed similar to the ones in middle school or high school, so this wasn't a university. And everyone was wearing uniform, so this was a school with so... | Slowly I move to the edge, peering down at my enemies. No one knows I'm here. This is it, the spectacle of their lives. I wait until I hear the call. Its going to be glorious, a wave of death that hasn't been seen in this small African town in years.
***Ogon’ po gotovnosti!***
I jump off the ledge, with a smirk behi... | |
[WP] You wake up as the last video game character you played as. | I found myself in a classroom filled with students. What in the world was going on? The teacher called out names as I tried to figure out my surroundings. The classroom seemed similar to the ones in middle school or high school, so this wasn't a university. And everyone was wearing uniform, so this was a school with so... | I wake up on the floor of...somewhere. It was hard to describe. the floor was made out of identical white squares, but after about 2 feet, the floor disappeared. around me were blurbs of data for who knows what. I stood up and tried to walk to the edge, but more square rose up from nowhere and one behind me sank.
Befo... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | Mr. Hope... Mr. Hope... Mr. Hope...
I've always hated my last name, especially now that it was draining any from within me after each monotonous repetition. The courtroom was starting to feel like it was its own prison, as if I was guilty simply by being here.
A distant television screen in a waiting room reads "Tele... | Your honor, I wish to speak with a representative of the united states government. My body is human but I am an alien sent here to infiltrate your planet and analyze its potential for induction into the galactic federation. Using my advanced knowledge I constructed a medical application device using crystalline technol... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | "Your Arbiter," the lawyer said, his high pitched voice spitting between the slit in the mouth of his plastic mask. The face appeared to be a knock-off of Ronald Regan. "Let it be entered into the record that the defendant is stupid."
The Judge nodded, his split jaw clearly visible behind the Groucho glasses. "The Def... | Your honor, I wish to speak with a representative of the united states government. My body is human but I am an alien sent here to infiltrate your planet and analyze its potential for induction into the galactic federation. Using my advanced knowledge I constructed a medical application device using crystalline technol... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | "Sir, where were you on august 21st 2017?" The prosecutor asked me.
"I have answered this a dozen times already. I was playing HALO 5 WITH FRIENDS!!. I even have an achievement unlocked at the time you guys are claiming I murdered the victim!! Why am I still being framed for this" I replied agitated. For months now th... | Your honor, I wish to speak with a representative of the united states government. My body is human but I am an alien sent here to infiltrate your planet and analyze its potential for induction into the galactic federation. Using my advanced knowledge I constructed a medical application device using crystalline technol... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | “Look, kid. As much as I try to keep a cool head in these situations, I gotta level with you. This looks bad.”
“Yeah, no kidding”, I responded. “They didn’t even bother to cut it out of the white background. How’s anyone buying this?”
My lawyer buried his sweaty face in his hands. “Look. Miguel, was it? I can ... | Your honor, I wish to speak with a representative of the united states government. My body is human but I am an alien sent here to infiltrate your planet and analyze its potential for induction into the galactic federation. Using my advanced knowledge I constructed a medical application device using crystalline technol... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | "Your Arbiter," the lawyer said, his high pitched voice spitting between the slit in the mouth of his plastic mask. The face appeared to be a knock-off of Ronald Regan. "Let it be entered into the record that the defendant is stupid."
The Judge nodded, his split jaw clearly visible behind the Groucho glasses. "The Def... | Mr. Hope... Mr. Hope... Mr. Hope...
I've always hated my last name, especially now that it was draining any from within me after each monotonous repetition. The courtroom was starting to feel like it was its own prison, as if I was guilty simply by being here.
A distant television screen in a waiting room reads "Tele... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | "Sir, where were you on august 21st 2017?" The prosecutor asked me.
"I have answered this a dozen times already. I was playing HALO 5 WITH FRIENDS!!. I even have an achievement unlocked at the time you guys are claiming I murdered the victim!! Why am I still being framed for this" I replied agitated. For months now th... | Mr. Hope... Mr. Hope... Mr. Hope...
I've always hated my last name, especially now that it was draining any from within me after each monotonous repetition. The courtroom was starting to feel like it was its own prison, as if I was guilty simply by being here.
A distant television screen in a waiting room reads "Tele... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | “Look, kid. As much as I try to keep a cool head in these situations, I gotta level with you. This looks bad.”
“Yeah, no kidding”, I responded. “They didn’t even bother to cut it out of the white background. How’s anyone buying this?”
My lawyer buried his sweaty face in his hands. “Look. Miguel, was it? I can ... | Mr. Hope... Mr. Hope... Mr. Hope...
I've always hated my last name, especially now that it was draining any from within me after each monotonous repetition. The courtroom was starting to feel like it was its own prison, as if I was guilty simply by being here.
A distant television screen in a waiting room reads "Tele... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | "Sir, where were you on august 21st 2017?" The prosecutor asked me.
"I have answered this a dozen times already. I was playing HALO 5 WITH FRIENDS!!. I even have an achievement unlocked at the time you guys are claiming I murdered the victim!! Why am I still being framed for this" I replied agitated. For months now th... | "Your Arbiter," the lawyer said, his high pitched voice spitting between the slit in the mouth of his plastic mask. The face appeared to be a knock-off of Ronald Regan. "Let it be entered into the record that the defendant is stupid."
The Judge nodded, his split jaw clearly visible behind the Groucho glasses. "The Def... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | **Idiots...**
Judge. Jury. My attorney. The prosecutor. Even the bailiff looks at me like I am a monster and the trial hasn't even started.
I cannot believe this. They're all **blithering idiots.** And I'm going to prison because they believe that *this* picture is real.
Bailiff: "All stand for the honorable presidi... | "Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I would like to present the evidence against Michael Evans." The state's defense attorney said as he pressed a button on the remote in his hand, triggering a rather large projector screen to descend from the ceiling. Anxious to see what they could possibly have against me, it was nea... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | 'What an absolutely incompetent piece of shit' was all I kept thinking to myself as we stood outside the door of the courtroom. John Cantone had been droning on for what seemed like years now, totally oblivious to the truth.
"Listen Tom, I get it. An AR isn't a 'real gun'" - the asshole was using air quotes around th... | "Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I would like to present the evidence against Michael Evans." The state's defense attorney said as he pressed a button on the remote in his hand, triggering a rather large projector screen to descend from the ceiling. Anxious to see what they could possibly have against me, it was nea... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | I didn't understand what was happening. Did I run through my neighborhood with a gun from Halo and kill all the neighborhood cats? Yes, of course, I did. Was that a picture of ME doing it? No...
It didn't even look like me. The crudely thrown together photoshop job not only featured what looked like an octogenarian i... | "Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I would like to present the evidence against Michael Evans." The state's defense attorney said as he pressed a button on the remote in his hand, triggering a rather large projector screen to descend from the ceiling. Anxious to see what they could possibly have against me, it was nea... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | I didn't understand what was happening. Did I run through my neighborhood with a gun from Halo and kill all the neighborhood cats? Yes, of course, I did. Was that a picture of ME doing it? No...
It didn't even look like me. The crudely thrown together photoshop job not only featured what looked like an octogenarian i... | "Why is this happening to me, how can people be so blind?" I thought to myself contemplating calling everyone in court a fucking idiot.
The Jury was made up of a colorful variety of Sunday football dads, Seniors with nothing better to do, and middle aged suburban moms with a thirst for gossip to take them out of thei... | |
[WP] You're on Trial for Murder. The only evidence is a horribly photoshopped picture of you shooting a gun from Halo at the victim. Unfortunately, you seem to be the only person who realizes this. | "The gun is fictional, FICTIONAL I TELL YOU!" I screamed out.
The judge made a simple statement, "prove it."
I pulled out my phone and showed him the halo wiki page for the gun and I pointed out the white cutout around the gun, the judge finally conceded that the picture was photoshopped.
"So John, why are you in pr... | "Why is this happening to me, how can people be so blind?" I thought to myself contemplating calling everyone in court a fucking idiot.
The Jury was made up of a colorful variety of Sunday football dads, Seniors with nothing better to do, and middle aged suburban moms with a thirst for gossip to take them out of thei... | |
[WP] When you die you have a chance to appear in someone else's dream. You are struggling to choose between the dream of your loved one or the nightmare of your killer. | Light. Surrounding me, piercing me, was an endless, unimaginably bright light. I could feel it coursing through my veins, coercing my muscles to relax and my body to simply let go of whatever state I found myself in. It became clear to me what was happening. I was dying.
The instance of my life before this point seeme... | I looked down the barrel of his gun; my body was trembling, and my lips were paralyzed with fear. I had no idea who this man was, or why he was pointing a Colt 45 directly at my head.
I instinctively rose both my arms, and the cell phone in my hand fell to the ground with a thud. This didn't startle him nor did it av... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | The trumpets are still ringing in my ears, the last notes of his triumphal entry shock my hearing as my eyes struggle to make sense of his presence in the fighting pit. But of course, this is what he wanted. This is what he has wanted for 7 years now, since the death of his family. This is why I find myself in this dus... | In the Elder's Council I found myself blankly staring at the center of the round table. It was rivetted with designs of our ancestors. Stories passed down from one generation to another, transcribed on the table itself. I guess it was fitting that I would contribute to the next etching of our story.
"Servant..."
I w... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | The king approaches you with determination in his eyes, and states "You'll never be able to defeat me when i reveal my penis to you!!!"
I realized the king had me cornered, if I didn't cut off his penis everyone would think I have the gay! I swung my sword at him wildly but accidentally killed 45 citizens, 13 guar... | In the Elder's Council I found myself blankly staring at the center of the round table. It was rivetted with designs of our ancestors. Stories passed down from one generation to another, transcribed on the table itself. I guess it was fitting that I would contribute to the next etching of our story.
"Servant..."
I w... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | "Kill me, Larissa." Tears streamed down Aven's gaunt and pallid cheeks. "It *must* be you."
The dagger slid from Larissa's trembling grip and *clinked* pommel-first into the ground, clattering across the flagstone floor of their royal bedchambers. She locked her pleading eyes on his, raising her hands to wipe his tea... | In the Elder's Council I found myself blankly staring at the center of the round table. It was rivetted with designs of our ancestors. Stories passed down from one generation to another, transcribed on the table itself. I guess it was fitting that I would contribute to the next etching of our story.
"Servant..."
I w... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | The trumpets are still ringing in my ears, the last notes of his triumphal entry shock my hearing as my eyes struggle to make sense of his presence in the fighting pit. But of course, this is what he wanted. This is what he has wanted for 7 years now, since the death of his family. This is why I find myself in this dus... | "Your Majesty... Please. Don't force me to kill you."
The king took off his crown, and drew his sword.
"I will not back out, Sir Faerin. Now have at thee."
King Penrose dashed forward recklessly, as if inviting me to counterattack.
I didn't.
I deflected his blow, and stepped aside.
He repeated his attack.
I coul... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | The king approaches you with determination in his eyes, and states "You'll never be able to defeat me when i reveal my penis to you!!!"
I realized the king had me cornered, if I didn't cut off his penis everyone would think I have the gay! I swung my sword at him wildly but accidentally killed 45 citizens, 13 guar... | "Your Majesty... Please. Don't force me to kill you."
The king took off his crown, and drew his sword.
"I will not back out, Sir Faerin. Now have at thee."
King Penrose dashed forward recklessly, as if inviting me to counterattack.
I didn't.
I deflected his blow, and stepped aside.
He repeated his attack.
I coul... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | "Kill me, Larissa." Tears streamed down Aven's gaunt and pallid cheeks. "It *must* be you."
The dagger slid from Larissa's trembling grip and *clinked* pommel-first into the ground, clattering across the flagstone floor of their royal bedchambers. She locked her pleading eyes on his, raising her hands to wipe his tea... | "Your Majesty... Please. Don't force me to kill you."
The king took off his crown, and drew his sword.
"I will not back out, Sir Faerin. Now have at thee."
King Penrose dashed forward recklessly, as if inviting me to counterattack.
I didn't.
I deflected his blow, and stepped aside.
He repeated his attack.
I coul... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | The king approaches you with determination in his eyes, and states "You'll never be able to defeat me when i reveal my penis to you!!!"
I realized the king had me cornered, if I didn't cut off his penis everyone would think I have the gay! I swung my sword at him wildly but accidentally killed 45 citizens, 13 guar... | The trumpets are still ringing in my ears, the last notes of his triumphal entry shock my hearing as my eyes struggle to make sense of his presence in the fighting pit. But of course, this is what he wanted. This is what he has wanted for 7 years now, since the death of his family. This is why I find myself in this dus... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | "Kill me, Larissa." Tears streamed down Aven's gaunt and pallid cheeks. "It *must* be you."
The dagger slid from Larissa's trembling grip and *clinked* pommel-first into the ground, clattering across the flagstone floor of their royal bedchambers. She locked her pleading eyes on his, raising her hands to wipe his tea... | The trumpets are still ringing in my ears, the last notes of his triumphal entry shock my hearing as my eyes struggle to make sense of his presence in the fighting pit. But of course, this is what he wanted. This is what he has wanted for 7 years now, since the death of his family. This is why I find myself in this dus... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | "I demand trial by combat!"
My own words echoed back to me through time. How long had it been? Days...weeks perhaps? There's no reference point when you're deprived of light, food and company. Only the maddening, monotonous drip beyond my cell door gives any indication that time is in motion at all.
The King accept... | "I accept. We duel at nightfall. The victor is crowned king." He said, his heavy dwarves voice boomed in the crowded room. The chains around my limbs and neck were pulled in one direction, forcing me to stand.
A trial by combat? From the king who wants to die? I don't know what he is doing but I can't be king. I was ... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | The king approaches you with determination in his eyes, and states "You'll never be able to defeat me when i reveal my penis to you!!!"
I realized the king had me cornered, if I didn't cut off his penis everyone would think I have the gay! I swung my sword at him wildly but accidentally killed 45 citizens, 13 guar... | "I accept. We duel at nightfall. The victor is crowned king." He said, his heavy dwarves voice boomed in the crowded room. The chains around my limbs and neck were pulled in one direction, forcing me to stand.
A trial by combat? From the king who wants to die? I don't know what he is doing but I can't be king. I was ... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | "Kill me, Larissa." Tears streamed down Aven's gaunt and pallid cheeks. "It *must* be you."
The dagger slid from Larissa's trembling grip and *clinked* pommel-first into the ground, clattering across the flagstone floor of their royal bedchambers. She locked her pleading eyes on his, raising her hands to wipe his tea... | "I accept. We duel at nightfall. The victor is crowned king." He said, his heavy dwarves voice boomed in the crowded room. The chains around my limbs and neck were pulled in one direction, forcing me to stand.
A trial by combat? From the king who wants to die? I don't know what he is doing but I can't be king. I was ... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | *What did I do to deserve this*, Jack thought to himself. *All I tried to do was save his life*
"Do you have any preference for how your trial shall take place," asked the judge.
*For this crime they thought I committed I will get killed. There is only one option*, he thought to himself.
"I have decided. I request... | "I accept. We duel at nightfall. The victor is crowned king." He said, his heavy dwarves voice boomed in the crowded room. The chains around my limbs and neck were pulled in one direction, forcing me to stand.
A trial by combat? From the king who wants to die? I don't know what he is doing but I can't be king. I was ... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | The king approaches you with determination in his eyes, and states "You'll never be able to defeat me when i reveal my penis to you!!!"
I realized the king had me cornered, if I didn't cut off his penis everyone would think I have the gay! I swung my sword at him wildly but accidentally killed 45 citizens, 13 guar... | "I demand trial by combat!"
My own words echoed back to me through time. How long had it been? Days...weeks perhaps? There's no reference point when you're deprived of light, food and company. Only the maddening, monotonous drip beyond my cell door gives any indication that time is in motion at all.
The King accept... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | "Kill me, Larissa." Tears streamed down Aven's gaunt and pallid cheeks. "It *must* be you."
The dagger slid from Larissa's trembling grip and *clinked* pommel-first into the ground, clattering across the flagstone floor of their royal bedchambers. She locked her pleading eyes on his, raising her hands to wipe his tea... | "I demand trial by combat!"
My own words echoed back to me through time. How long had it been? Days...weeks perhaps? There's no reference point when you're deprived of light, food and company. Only the maddening, monotonous drip beyond my cell door gives any indication that time is in motion at all.
The King accept... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | "Kill me, Larissa." Tears streamed down Aven's gaunt and pallid cheeks. "It *must* be you."
The dagger slid from Larissa's trembling grip and *clinked* pommel-first into the ground, clattering across the flagstone floor of their royal bedchambers. She locked her pleading eyes on his, raising her hands to wipe his tea... | Part 1 of 2
The thing that struck him first was the NOISE. He had sat in the stands of this arena a hundred times since he was a boy, but he never FELT the noise before. He could feel the grains of coarse sand vibrating between his toes. He had always assumed it would be soft. Like the sand near the shore. It wasn’t. ... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | *What did I do to deserve this*, Jack thought to himself. *All I tried to do was save his life*
"Do you have any preference for how your trial shall take place," asked the judge.
*For this crime they thought I committed I will get killed. There is only one option*, he thought to himself.
"I have decided. I request... | Part 1 of 2
The thing that struck him first was the NOISE. He had sat in the stands of this arena a hundred times since he was a boy, but he never FELT the noise before. He could feel the grains of coarse sand vibrating between his toes. He had always assumed it would be soft. Like the sand near the shore. It wasn’t. ... | |
[WP] You are on trial for attempting to assassinate the King. Unknown to anyone but you and His Majesty, you were actually trying to stop him from killing himself. When you request a trial by combat, he ceremoniously accepts. Your opponent? The King himself. | If you had told me that one day I would be locked in combat with King Lanther, the very person I had sworn to protect, I would have dismissed you as raving mad. I would have laughed at your suggestion that I would be *forced* into the duel, that I could neither defeat him nor surrender, and that death would be no solac... | We danced, pointing swords at each other, measuring our distance. King Nevonir had chosen a low stance, which was dangerous to inexpert swordsmen, because as the moment you overextended or missed your blow, you would have a sword rammed through your chest.
I was known for my abilities with the sword and spear, yet at ... | |
[WP] Science has shown that everyone does, in fact, have a life purpose. A harmless test has been devised to determine what it is. You were skeptical, but, after seeing global happiness skyrocket, you get tested. Turns out your purpose simply reads: "To die". | "*Mary Einkel! You are going: To be a member of the team that cures cancer." "Brian O'Malley! You are going: To become a Michelin starred chef." "Joyce Lambert! You are going: To own a wildly successful business." "Ajit Sodhi! You are going: To be a famous singer.*"
 
My friends all gathered around each othe... | As I live here in a house another man built, under a blanket another has sewn, using technology others have engineered, reading words that other men wrote; I come to find my depression immeasurable. These men are of few and it is their lives that we come to cherish and believe. We use them as pedestals of examples, and... | |
[WP] the demon looked confused as he found himself summoned into a pink room, covered in princess posters and unicorn stickers. In front of him was a girl that looked about 5 years old, hugging a teddy bear and jumping up and down excitedly saying "yay yay yay, it worked!" | I was going about my daily life. Torturing the sinners, bringing Master Satan reports on the current experiment, trying to get dogs that go the hell. When I got a call. This was unusual.
Satan’s voice boomed over the phone
“Somebody’s attempting to summon me, but I am very busy at the moment could you please see what... | The incantation was read. The underworld shook as he was summoned. Through fire and brimstone, he rose and tore across the abyss. A vortex of fleshy colors swirled around him, formed, took shape and entered Him. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them he stood in a room that was far pinker than anything he had ever... | |
[WP] the demon looked confused as he found himself summoned into a pink room, covered in princess posters and unicorn stickers. In front of him was a girl that looked about 5 years old, hugging a teddy bear and jumping up and down excitedly saying "yay yay yay, it worked!" | Lucifer shook his head of the strange visions. “This will not do, “he thought. And he looked down at the mortal child. Within seconds the girl was enveloped in spiders and insects. Black widows, ants, centipedes, and beetles blanketed the child as she collapsed to the floor. The lights dimmed as termites, roaches, and ... | The incantation was read. The underworld shook as he was summoned. Through fire and brimstone, he rose and tore across the abyss. A vortex of fleshy colors swirled around him, formed, took shape and entered Him. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them he stood in a room that was far pinker than anything he had ever... |
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