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[WP] You live in a small farming village where people live their worryless lives. Little do the villagers know, countless armies have tried to invade it, but all invasion attempts have failed because of one deciding factor. You, the retired demon lord is living in that village. | A messenger rode for the village, bearing a letter. The village was quaint to be sure, and despite bordering no less than three kingdoms lacked even a palisade to protect it from invaders. He approached one of the villagers and asked to speak to whoever was in charge, and was directed to the village elder. The messenge... | I wonder how my fellow villagers would react if they knew my identity. Sure, I used to be a demon lord. Yes, I required human sacrifices every seven years or I'd get a bit miffed and send a firestorm to ravage the land. But that was the old me. Now I just want to enjoy my golden years. And I chose this sleepy little fa... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. |
I was deceived. I don’t know when I first realized it.
The devil promised me heaven if I helped restore the natural balance. It was the will of God he said. I don’t why I accepted the offer. Perhaps after living a life of war I feared where I might end up. Perhaps I trusted this was the natural order and it was ... | Sputtering the last of the North Sea's water from my now useless lungs I look at the Devil, "You did this."
"I did," he casually admits. He sweeps his arm towards the gates of Hell. They are fire and smoke, as expected, but now they are festooned with the symbols and flags of the most heinous men in history.
"Take ca... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. | A sea of sad faces surrounded the once greatest mind the military had to offer. He was responsible for so many key victories in Iraq and Afghanistan and at the end of his life General Mattis had no regrets.
"Sleep well devil dog may the angels of god escort you into heaven." The large priest who spoke closed the bib... | Sputtering the last of the North Sea's water from my now useless lungs I look at the Devil, "You did this."
"I did," he casually admits. He sweeps his arm towards the gates of Hell. They are fire and smoke, as expected, but now they are festooned with the symbols and flags of the most heinous men in history.
"Take ca... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. |
I was deceived. I don’t know when I first realized it.
The devil promised me heaven if I helped restore the natural balance. It was the will of God he said. I don’t why I accepted the offer. Perhaps after living a life of war I feared where I might end up. Perhaps I trusted this was the natural order and it was ... | Novice writer, trying to get some practice in. Sadly didn't have time to edit.
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Dying sucked.
It's not nearly as pleasant or as peaceful as Hollywood makes it out to be, but that's not really why. Sure, the process was slow, drawn out, torturous, and somewhat anti-climactic and not something I'd recommend... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. |
I was deceived. I don’t know when I first realized it.
The devil promised me heaven if I helped restore the natural balance. It was the will of God he said. I don’t why I accepted the offer. Perhaps after living a life of war I feared where I might end up. Perhaps I trusted this was the natural order and it was ... | James couldn't help but give a belly laugh after hearing him out.
"It's not funny! Stop laughing!" the exacerbated figure growled. "Nobody laughs at me like that..."
James, wiping a tear from his eye, cocked his eyebrow at the figure. "Humbling experience, isn't it?"
The figure released a defeated sigh, "Humility is... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. | A sea of sad faces surrounded the once greatest mind the military had to offer. He was responsible for so many key victories in Iraq and Afghanistan and at the end of his life General Mattis had no regrets.
"Sleep well devil dog may the angels of god escort you into heaven." The large priest who spoke closed the bib... | As I wait in this white emptiness, a hooded figure approaches me, I, still recovering from my experience of death, couldn't even make assumptions of who this figure could be, finely the figure stood just right next to me.
"Help me Karl Johansson", said the figure, in a very deep and grim voice that made me feel dizzy.... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. | Bradly Goon was in Heaven. Technically, he was almost in Heaven, but this was the happiest he had ever been. The large bridge he was on connected the physical realm to the Heavenly one, and the view between the two was gorgeous. Large waterfalls, whose cascade sounded like music poured out from the edge of the Heaven's... | As I wait in this white emptiness, a hooded figure approaches me, I, still recovering from my experience of death, couldn't even make assumptions of who this figure could be, finely the figure stood just right next to me.
"Help me Karl Johansson", said the figure, in a very deep and grim voice that made me feel dizzy.... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. | All I remember are lights, and blackness. Two points of light, too bright, too close. A car horn. Then the blackness. No sound, no light, no feeling of any sort. I felt like I should be panicking, but I couldn't seem to muster any sort of emotion at all. Then, in the distance, one more point of light appeared. I moved ... | The first bullet hit somewhere in his chest. He stumbled and face burned where it scraped across the broken concrete.
The second hit his hand, dropping his rifle and two fingers along with it.
The third and its friends must have hit his legs. He had to pull himself along the broken road into the crater with what... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. | All I remember are lights, and blackness. Two points of light, too bright, too close. A car horn. Then the blackness. No sound, no light, no feeling of any sort. I felt like I should be panicking, but I couldn't seem to muster any sort of emotion at all. Then, in the distance, one more point of light appeared. I moved ... | Lucifer, the Devil, Satan, the Rebellious, the Sin of Pride,... He went by many names. On that day, he appeared before the Pearly Gate, as a homeless Lord.
"Lucy, you know we don't welcome you here." - said Saint Peter - "You and your kind."
"Come on, Pete, I wouldn't have been here unless I have to. The prisoners st... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. | ‘It says right here that if I succeed then I get to stand by your side and lead the army’s of hell... I’d rather not.’ I said
‘But you have to.’ The Devil said with a soft voice.
‘I don’t have to do anything yet, I’ve not signed the contract.’ Gesturing with my hand at the small stack of papers on the desk.
‘But you... | Satan called me on the phone as I entered my Purgatory hotel room suite. It was lavish and well, "fluffy" is how I would describe it. A far cry from the dirty basement I was accustomed too. The walls were a pink very similar to the lung blood I spat after virtually every battle in Russia. I was a man then but now I'... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. | "They call them the Cabal," said the woman, as she limped towards Brett's table, her back hunched and her face hidden by the shadows of her hood.
"Excuse me?" asked the large man who was tonight drinking alone.
"Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Khan, and six others besides." The hunchback pulled out a stool opposite Brett and s... | Satan called me on the phone as I entered my Purgatory hotel room suite. It was lavish and well, "fluffy" is how I would describe it. A far cry from the dirty basement I was accustomed too. The walls were a pink very similar to the lung blood I spat after virtually every battle in Russia. I was a man then but now I'... | |
[WP]With all of history's worst dictators and warlords being sent to hell, Satan was overthrown. You, the most brilliant military tactician of the modern era are caught by Satan on your way to heaven after dying and contracted to help him retake the throne. | "They call them the Cabal," said the woman, as she limped towards Brett's table, her back hunched and her face hidden by the shadows of her hood.
"Excuse me?" asked the large man who was tonight drinking alone.
"Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Khan, and six others besides." The hunchback pulled out a stool opposite Brett and s... | ‘It says right here that if I succeed then I get to stand by your side and lead the army’s of hell... I’d rather not.’ I said
‘But you have to.’ The Devil said with a soft voice.
‘I don’t have to do anything yet, I’ve not signed the contract.’ Gesturing with my hand at the small stack of papers on the desk.
‘But you... | |
[WP] After a civil war, the losing side are placed into a simulation where they believe they won. The public in the real world are routinely shown this simulation to see how bad things could've been... but the simulation is starting to look better. | "This is not right."
"I'll say it's not right. We can't show them this! The commies are actually outperforming capitalism?" His leg was bumping up and down. I could tell he wanted to be running around in circles.
"No. I mean, it's not possible."
"But they're doing it. It must be possible." Now his arms were waving.
... | “So the south is now a post scarcity society?”
“Yeah once they realized robots were cheaper than slaves in the long run, they made all the slaves build their own robot replacements”
“Is it a post racial paradise?”
“No they Gave the slaves their own country in what used to be Liberia, hopefully it goes better this ti... | |
[WP] After a civil war, the losing side are placed into a simulation where they believe they won. The public in the real world are routinely shown this simulation to see how bad things could've been... but the simulation is starting to look better. | Designer babies or no designer babies. What started as a simple discussion ended up in a civil war just like Syria. Excluding nukes was the best thing of the war, because not only would the whole world have been blown up by including them, but we would also get radiation diseases everywhere we set foot on, thus breakin... | “So the south is now a post scarcity society?”
“Yeah once they realized robots were cheaper than slaves in the long run, they made all the slaves build their own robot replacements”
“Is it a post racial paradise?”
“No they Gave the slaves their own country in what used to be Liberia, hopefully it goes better this ti... | |
[WP] After a civil war, the losing side are placed into a simulation where they believe they won. The public in the real world are routinely shown this simulation to see how bad things could've been... but the simulation is starting to look better. | James peered into the simulation for his turn to view the 'Loser world' - A simulation created for viewing the what the losers of the great civil war would've done if they had won. At the end of the war james was barely a toddler and knew nothing of what was happening, only that his father had never returned, but now h... | “So the south is now a post scarcity society?”
“Yeah once they realized robots were cheaper than slaves in the long run, they made all the slaves build their own robot replacements”
“Is it a post racial paradise?”
“No they Gave the slaves their own country in what used to be Liberia, hopefully it goes better this ti... | |
[WP] After a civil war, the losing side are placed into a simulation where they believe they won. The public in the real world are routinely shown this simulation to see how bad things could've been... but the simulation is starting to look better. | Fighting in the war was a living nightmare, and no matter who you were at the time, you lost something.
We fought for peace, and the ultimate end was that humanity would never commit such vile acts against one another again.
But when the war ended, we had to decide what to do with the vanquished. Peace, we thought,... | “So the south is now a post scarcity society?”
“Yeah once they realized robots were cheaper than slaves in the long run, they made all the slaves build their own robot replacements”
“Is it a post racial paradise?”
“No they Gave the slaves their own country in what used to be Liberia, hopefully it goes better this ti... | |
[WP] After a civil war, the losing side are placed into a simulation where they believe they won. The public in the real world are routinely shown this simulation to see how bad things could've been... but the simulation is starting to look better. | Fighting in the war was a living nightmare, and no matter who you were at the time, you lost something.
We fought for peace, and the ultimate end was that humanity would never commit such vile acts against one another again.
But when the war ended, we had to decide what to do with the vanquished. Peace, we thought,... | James peered into the simulation for his turn to view the 'Loser world' - A simulation created for viewing the what the losers of the great civil war would've done if they had won. At the end of the war james was barely a toddler and knew nothing of what was happening, only that his father had never returned, but now h... | |
[WP] After a civil war, the losing side are placed into a simulation where they believe they won. The public in the real world are routinely shown this simulation to see how bad things could've been... but the simulation is starting to look better. | Fighting in the war was a living nightmare, and no matter who you were at the time, you lost something.
We fought for peace, and the ultimate end was that humanity would never commit such vile acts against one another again.
But when the war ended, we had to decide what to do with the vanquished. Peace, we thought,... | Joshua and his daughter walked down the pockmarked roads of New York City. It had been 23 years since the war had ended. After the rebels were defeated, the government promised that cleanup from the war would take less than 5 years. "MASSIVE RESTORATION PROJECT" the billboards had proclaimed. "THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPOR... | |
[WP] You are an alchemist trying to make philosophers stone, but you actually create philosophers coin. If you flip the coin and get heads you get what you desire without equivalent exchange, however if it's tails you pay the equivalent price but get nothing. | It took three days. Three whole days just to change the etching on the coin making it a trick double headed one.
Satisfied I decided to try my luck with something small. "I want some fish and chips"
**Flip**
A plate of with golden, crispy fish and hot crunchy fries appeared before me. It was just like I remembe... | "After hundreds of tries, i started to lose faith, no matter how much i did, no matter how much i searched, i could not find a way to make a philosophers stone, all i could make was this failure of a coin, i mean, ya its really powerful, but the risks are too great, giving up something for nothing is something i would ... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | "Whooo!!" I yelled out as I took another hit of the coke potion.
I felt the effects of the potion quickly spread from my head to the rest of my body. I needed a little something to keep me going in this stressful time.
"Babe, I need you to pack faster" I shouted to my girlfriend. She didn't appreciate being woken u... | Yuri, son of Nikolai, stood at the center of a disturbing scene, staring ponderously at the heaps of scattered blades, slowly sinking into the well traversed mud that made up the crossroads of the village.
He looked up, and asking no one in particular, "There are over 550 million swords in worldwide circulation. That... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | "Listen, listen," Marten protested with a wave of his hands. "Zalakian, is it? Lord of Misery, right? Great, good," he insisted as he pushed past the Prince of the Underworld and his steward, Farruk the One-armed Orc. "See on the other side of Gathrien, in the Fissure where the lot of you live, you might think you're m... | Yuri, son of Nikolai, stood at the center of a disturbing scene, staring ponderously at the heaps of scattered blades, slowly sinking into the well traversed mud that made up the crossroads of the village.
He looked up, and asking no one in particular, "There are over 550 million swords in worldwide circulation. That... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | A skeleton waddled over carrying the bundle, and then dropped it into my arms and waddled back like a clumsy automaton. The Lich's glare stare deep into my eyes, analyzing me. That cold, alien stare always made me feel uneasy, but it always respected the terms.
"*They will come... tomorrow. Should I survive... you wil... | Yuri, son of Nikolai, stood at the center of a disturbing scene, staring ponderously at the heaps of scattered blades, slowly sinking into the well traversed mud that made up the crossroads of the village.
He looked up, and asking no one in particular, "There are over 550 million swords in worldwide circulation. That... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I was drawing up a new display plan for next week's Festival Specials when Lothar walked in.
"How can I help you, Lothar?"
He tossed down a set of severely mangled bracers. "I need some new ones. That bastard warg chewed mine up pretty good last night."
"Sure thing, there should be a set in your size on the shelf j... | Yuri, son of Nikolai, stood at the center of a disturbing scene, staring ponderously at the heaps of scattered blades, slowly sinking into the well traversed mud that made up the crossroads of the village.
He looked up, and asking no one in particular, "There are over 550 million swords in worldwide circulation. That... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | Well Prepared, part 1:
The bag of coins slams down on the desk, breaking my concentration completely. I turn and scowl at this new irritant. A young elf, looks to be about fifty. Full plate armour and a greatsword, his gear looks expensive but barely used. Great, some kind of impetuous new blood, probably think... | Yuri, son of Nikolai, stood at the center of a disturbing scene, staring ponderously at the heaps of scattered blades, slowly sinking into the well traversed mud that made up the crossroads of the village.
He looked up, and asking no one in particular, "There are over 550 million swords in worldwide circulation. That... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | A skeleton waddled over carrying the bundle, and then dropped it into my arms and waddled back like a clumsy automaton. The Lich's glare stare deep into my eyes, analyzing me. That cold, alien stare always made me feel uneasy, but it always respected the terms.
"*They will come... tomorrow. Should I survive... you wil... | I nod at the warrior, "very good you've come along way in the last few weeks, your going to be a master Blacksmith any time soon!"
The brutish man slams his fist down on the table and let's out a loud cheer, "I'm Morath the best warrior around slayer of demons champion of the tournament. Of course I'm going to be good ... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I was drawing up a new display plan for next week's Festival Specials when Lothar walked in.
"How can I help you, Lothar?"
He tossed down a set of severely mangled bracers. "I need some new ones. That bastard warg chewed mine up pretty good last night."
"Sure thing, there should be a set in your size on the shelf j... | "Whooo!!" I yelled out as I took another hit of the coke potion.
I felt the effects of the potion quickly spread from my head to the rest of my body. I needed a little something to keep me going in this stressful time.
"Babe, I need you to pack faster" I shouted to my girlfriend. She didn't appreciate being woken u... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | Well Prepared, part 1:
The bag of coins slams down on the desk, breaking my concentration completely. I turn and scowl at this new irritant. A young elf, looks to be about fifty. Full plate armour and a greatsword, his gear looks expensive but barely used. Great, some kind of impetuous new blood, probably think... | "Whooo!!" I yelled out as I took another hit of the coke potion.
I felt the effects of the potion quickly spread from my head to the rest of my body. I needed a little something to keep me going in this stressful time.
"Babe, I need you to pack faster" I shouted to my girlfriend. She didn't appreciate being woken u... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | With a nod, the young orc exited my shop with a lance in hand. I sold him that lance.
Ten years ago, I would have shivered at the idea of selling a weapon to an orc - or any monster, for that matter. But times have changed. The stereotypical "heroes", those muscular blond-haired men coming from all edges of the Eart... | “So, do you want it or not?” It was about more than just the money at this point. “I’ve had enough of those greedy bastards doing what they want, it needs to stop! Nature needs to fight back” I could feel my blood boiling, and this dumb orc’s response? “It’s a wittle smawl innit?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you f... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | The fire of freedom shone bright in the hearts of the Orcs of the Horkistan Workers Party (HWP). Together with allies from the native beasts of the land, the guerrilla forces of HWP had been waging a war on the Alliance of Noble Races (ANR) for over 40 years. The ANR was a fascist dictatorship hellbent on genociding th... | “So, do you want it or not?” It was about more than just the money at this point. “I’ve had enough of those greedy bastards doing what they want, it needs to stop! Nature needs to fight back” I could feel my blood boiling, and this dumb orc’s response? “It’s a wittle smawl innit?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you f... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | “So wot’s wot humie?”
“These are spears, perfect for thrusting attacks. They’ll pierce through any armour that isn’t solid plate and you have the advantage of range. These are the swords: balanced, light and keen of edge. These will slice through flesh and bone like a knife through butter. Next, the axes. Giant, heavy... | “So, do you want it or not?” It was about more than just the money at this point. “I’ve had enough of those greedy bastards doing what they want, it needs to stop! Nature needs to fight back” I could feel my blood boiling, and this dumb orc’s response? “It’s a wittle smawl innit?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you f... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | He chuckles, pulling his blood-red tie straight and tight against his spotless white collar. Sliding into the pitch black suit, he allows his mind to wander. He had it all, fortune, fame, feminine admirers... and to think he used to be a small time, starry eyed shopkeeper.
See, he'd seen the big picture, seen what the... | “So, do you want it or not?” It was about more than just the money at this point. “I’ve had enough of those greedy bastards doing what they want, it needs to stop! Nature needs to fight back” I could feel my blood boiling, and this dumb orc’s response? “It’s a wittle smawl innit?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you f... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | One man's trash is another man's treasure.
That was something my father used to tell me when I asked him why we ran a shop that would purchase anything from anyone. He always said that no matter how useless an item may seem, it might just be the most important thing in the world to someone else. He'd boast that since ... | “So, do you want it or not?” It was about more than just the money at this point. “I’ve had enough of those greedy bastards doing what they want, it needs to stop! Nature needs to fight back” I could feel my blood boiling, and this dumb orc’s response? “It’s a wittle smawl innit?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you f... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | "So that'll be 4 Fire Resistance potions, a fog bomb, a Blackthorn Wand, two Wyrmslayer sets and a Staff of Restoration?," I asked, my broad smile stretching from ear to ear. It'd never reach my eyes, though; but I doubted they would see that with the dimly lit hearth and flamboyant arrogance in the way.
"Yes, that's ... | “So, do you want it or not?” It was about more than just the money at this point. “I’ve had enough of those greedy bastards doing what they want, it needs to stop! Nature needs to fight back” I could feel my blood boiling, and this dumb orc’s response? “It’s a wittle smawl innit?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you f... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I hadn't seen them in action, but I had heard stories from the other shopkeepers. One of them, probably the bard, charmed the potion maker into an unequal trade, taking all of their stock and leaving them with the worthless excess they had gathered while they were out adventuring. Damn near ruined them. The Shopkeeper'... | “So, do you want it or not?” It was about more than just the money at this point. “I’ve had enough of those greedy bastards doing what they want, it needs to stop! Nature needs to fight back” I could feel my blood boiling, and this dumb orc’s response? “It’s a wittle smawl innit?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you f... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I ask myself sometimes if I am damned.
I wonder how my soul will wander in the depths of the Underworld after I’m gone, because I have done some evil deeds to fulfill some needs, and I sometimes think if these needs got out of hand to become wills.
Being a shoemaker is being underestimated, unseen. While the world is... | “So, do you want it or not?” It was about more than just the money at this point. “I’ve had enough of those greedy bastards doing what they want, it needs to stop! Nature needs to fight back” I could feel my blood boiling, and this dumb orc’s response? “It’s a wittle smawl innit?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Are you f... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | With a nod, the young orc exited my shop with a lance in hand. I sold him that lance.
Ten years ago, I would have shivered at the idea of selling a weapon to an orc - or any monster, for that matter. But times have changed. The stereotypical "heroes", those muscular blond-haired men coming from all edges of the Eart... | I am a shopkeeper and want to tell a story that really happened. Though, I must warn you it is not what I intended to do. But such things happen in my business.
So, it began with the ugly org who did not want to be visible in human circles and see the sun in the morning without fear of being hunt down.
“Here it come... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | The fire of freedom shone bright in the hearts of the Orcs of the Horkistan Workers Party (HWP). Together with allies from the native beasts of the land, the guerrilla forces of HWP had been waging a war on the Alliance of Noble Races (ANR) for over 40 years. The ANR was a fascist dictatorship hellbent on genociding th... | I am a shopkeeper and want to tell a story that really happened. Though, I must warn you it is not what I intended to do. But such things happen in my business.
So, it began with the ugly org who did not want to be visible in human circles and see the sun in the morning without fear of being hunt down.
“Here it come... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | “So wot’s wot humie?”
“These are spears, perfect for thrusting attacks. They’ll pierce through any armour that isn’t solid plate and you have the advantage of range. These are the swords: balanced, light and keen of edge. These will slice through flesh and bone like a knife through butter. Next, the axes. Giant, heavy... | I am a shopkeeper and want to tell a story that really happened. Though, I must warn you it is not what I intended to do. But such things happen in my business.
So, it began with the ugly org who did not want to be visible in human circles and see the sun in the morning without fear of being hunt down.
“Here it come... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | He chuckles, pulling his blood-red tie straight and tight against his spotless white collar. Sliding into the pitch black suit, he allows his mind to wander. He had it all, fortune, fame, feminine admirers... and to think he used to be a small time, starry eyed shopkeeper.
See, he'd seen the big picture, seen what the... | I am a shopkeeper and want to tell a story that really happened. Though, I must warn you it is not what I intended to do. But such things happen in my business.
So, it began with the ugly org who did not want to be visible in human circles and see the sun in the morning without fear of being hunt down.
“Here it come... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | One man's trash is another man's treasure.
That was something my father used to tell me when I asked him why we ran a shop that would purchase anything from anyone. He always said that no matter how useless an item may seem, it might just be the most important thing in the world to someone else. He'd boast that since ... | I am a shopkeeper and want to tell a story that really happened. Though, I must warn you it is not what I intended to do. But such things happen in my business.
So, it began with the ugly org who did not want to be visible in human circles and see the sun in the morning without fear of being hunt down.
“Here it come... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | "So that'll be 4 Fire Resistance potions, a fog bomb, a Blackthorn Wand, two Wyrmslayer sets and a Staff of Restoration?," I asked, my broad smile stretching from ear to ear. It'd never reach my eyes, though; but I doubted they would see that with the dimly lit hearth and flamboyant arrogance in the way.
"Yes, that's ... | I am a shopkeeper and want to tell a story that really happened. Though, I must warn you it is not what I intended to do. But such things happen in my business.
So, it began with the ugly org who did not want to be visible in human circles and see the sun in the morning without fear of being hunt down.
“Here it come... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I hadn't seen them in action, but I had heard stories from the other shopkeepers. One of them, probably the bard, charmed the potion maker into an unequal trade, taking all of their stock and leaving them with the worthless excess they had gathered while they were out adventuring. Damn near ruined them. The Shopkeeper'... | I am a shopkeeper and want to tell a story that really happened. Though, I must warn you it is not what I intended to do. But such things happen in my business.
So, it began with the ugly org who did not want to be visible in human circles and see the sun in the morning without fear of being hunt down.
“Here it come... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | Honestly, every time another ragtag bunch of self righteous do-gooders come to town, it causes a small economic crisis. It's just not good for business nor the morale of the town I live in.
I settled here when my adventuring days came to an end because it was peaceful and generally happy. But then those rabble rouser... | I am a shopkeeper and want to tell a story that really happened. Though, I must warn you it is not what I intended to do. But such things happen in my business.
So, it began with the ugly org who did not want to be visible in human circles and see the sun in the morning without fear of being hunt down.
“Here it come... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I ask myself sometimes if I am damned.
I wonder how my soul will wander in the depths of the Underworld after I’m gone, because I have done some evil deeds to fulfill some needs, and I sometimes think if these needs got out of hand to become wills.
Being a shoemaker is being underestimated, unseen. While the world is... | I am a shopkeeper and want to tell a story that really happened. Though, I must warn you it is not what I intended to do. But such things happen in my business.
So, it began with the ugly org who did not want to be visible in human circles and see the sun in the morning without fear of being hunt down.
“Here it come... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I sighed, handing over a sack of gold as yet another adventurer dropped a pile of weapons on my counter. Yes, weapons...at the potion store. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with a mountain of swords? I sighed, throwing them on the stack as the adventurer walked out. They could never be bothered to go to the ge... | I am a shopkeeper and want to tell a story that really happened. Though, I must warn you it is not what I intended to do. But such things happen in my business.
So, it began with the ugly org who did not want to be visible in human circles and see the sun in the morning without fear of being hunt down.
“Here it come... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I hadn't seen them in action, but I had heard stories from the other shopkeepers. One of them, probably the bard, charmed the potion maker into an unequal trade, taking all of their stock and leaving them with the worthless excess they had gathered while they were out adventuring. Damn near ruined them. The Shopkeeper'... | With a nod, the young orc exited my shop with a lance in hand. I sold him that lance.
Ten years ago, I would have shivered at the idea of selling a weapon to an orc - or any monster, for that matter. But times have changed. The stereotypical "heroes", those muscular blond-haired men coming from all edges of the Eart... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | He chuckles, pulling his blood-red tie straight and tight against his spotless white collar. Sliding into the pitch black suit, he allows his mind to wander. He had it all, fortune, fame, feminine admirers... and to think he used to be a small time, starry eyed shopkeeper.
See, he'd seen the big picture, seen what the... | “So wot’s wot humie?”
“These are spears, perfect for thrusting attacks. They’ll pierce through any armour that isn’t solid plate and you have the advantage of range. These are the swords: balanced, light and keen of edge. These will slice through flesh and bone like a knife through butter. Next, the axes. Giant, heavy... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | "So that'll be 4 Fire Resistance potions, a fog bomb, a Blackthorn Wand, two Wyrmslayer sets and a Staff of Restoration?," I asked, my broad smile stretching from ear to ear. It'd never reach my eyes, though; but I doubted they would see that with the dimly lit hearth and flamboyant arrogance in the way.
"Yes, that's ... | “So wot’s wot humie?”
“These are spears, perfect for thrusting attacks. They’ll pierce through any armour that isn’t solid plate and you have the advantage of range. These are the swords: balanced, light and keen of edge. These will slice through flesh and bone like a knife through butter. Next, the axes. Giant, heavy... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I hadn't seen them in action, but I had heard stories from the other shopkeepers. One of them, probably the bard, charmed the potion maker into an unequal trade, taking all of their stock and leaving them with the worthless excess they had gathered while they were out adventuring. Damn near ruined them. The Shopkeeper'... | “So wot’s wot humie?”
“These are spears, perfect for thrusting attacks. They’ll pierce through any armour that isn’t solid plate and you have the advantage of range. These are the swords: balanced, light and keen of edge. These will slice through flesh and bone like a knife through butter. Next, the axes. Giant, heavy... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I hadn't seen them in action, but I had heard stories from the other shopkeepers. One of them, probably the bard, charmed the potion maker into an unequal trade, taking all of their stock and leaving them with the worthless excess they had gathered while they were out adventuring. Damn near ruined them. The Shopkeeper'... | He chuckles, pulling his blood-red tie straight and tight against his spotless white collar. Sliding into the pitch black suit, he allows his mind to wander. He had it all, fortune, fame, feminine admirers... and to think he used to be a small time, starry eyed shopkeeper.
See, he'd seen the big picture, seen what the... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | "So that'll be 4 Fire Resistance potions, a fog bomb, a Blackthorn Wand, two Wyrmslayer sets and a Staff of Restoration?," I asked, my broad smile stretching from ear to ear. It'd never reach my eyes, though; but I doubted they would see that with the dimly lit hearth and flamboyant arrogance in the way.
"Yes, that's ... | One man's trash is another man's treasure.
That was something my father used to tell me when I asked him why we ran a shop that would purchase anything from anyone. He always said that no matter how useless an item may seem, it might just be the most important thing in the world to someone else. He'd boast that since ... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I hadn't seen them in action, but I had heard stories from the other shopkeepers. One of them, probably the bard, charmed the potion maker into an unequal trade, taking all of their stock and leaving them with the worthless excess they had gathered while they were out adventuring. Damn near ruined them. The Shopkeeper'... | One man's trash is another man's treasure.
That was something my father used to tell me when I asked him why we ran a shop that would purchase anything from anyone. He always said that no matter how useless an item may seem, it might just be the most important thing in the world to someone else. He'd boast that since ... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I ask myself sometimes if I am damned.
I wonder how my soul will wander in the depths of the Underworld after I’m gone, because I have done some evil deeds to fulfill some needs, and I sometimes think if these needs got out of hand to become wills.
Being a shoemaker is being underestimated, unseen. While the world is... | Honestly, every time another ragtag bunch of self righteous do-gooders come to town, it causes a small economic crisis. It's just not good for business nor the morale of the town I live in.
I settled here when my adventuring days came to an end because it was peaceful and generally happy. But then those rabble rouser... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I sighed, handing over a sack of gold as yet another adventurer dropped a pile of weapons on my counter. Yes, weapons...at the potion store. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with a mountain of swords? I sighed, throwing them on the stack as the adventurer walked out. They could never be bothered to go to the ge... | Honestly, every time another ragtag bunch of self righteous do-gooders come to town, it causes a small economic crisis. It's just not good for business nor the morale of the town I live in.
I settled here when my adventuring days came to an end because it was peaceful and generally happy. But then those rabble rouser... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I ask myself sometimes if I am damned.
I wonder how my soul will wander in the depths of the Underworld after I’m gone, because I have done some evil deeds to fulfill some needs, and I sometimes think if these needs got out of hand to become wills.
Being a shoemaker is being underestimated, unseen. While the world is... | “Enough of this overbearing interference!” Adel mumbled as she cleaned her new batch of swords. “These outsiders come in here and kill the poor orcs that keep the dire rat populations in check and the little slimies that help fertilize our fallow fields. Next they’ll want to hunt our beloved birdmen for sport!”
She pl... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I sighed, handing over a sack of gold as yet another adventurer dropped a pile of weapons on my counter. Yes, weapons...at the potion store. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with a mountain of swords? I sighed, throwing them on the stack as the adventurer walked out. They could never be bothered to go to the ge... | “Enough of this overbearing interference!” Adel mumbled as she cleaned her new batch of swords. “These outsiders come in here and kill the poor orcs that keep the dire rat populations in check and the little slimies that help fertilize our fallow fields. Next they’ll want to hunt our beloved birdmen for sport!”
She pl... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | I sighed, handing over a sack of gold as yet another adventurer dropped a pile of weapons on my counter. Yes, weapons...at the potion store. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with a mountain of swords? I sighed, throwing them on the stack as the adventurer walked out. They could never be bothered to go to the ge... | “Is that al-“
I couldn’t even finish before the player walked away. This wasn’t even the first time either.
Growing up, I had no family or friends. I had nobody. I was bound to this shop since the day I was born, given to me by a chance. “Mark the Merchant” they called me. That isn’t even my real name.
I had a fri... | |
[WP] You are a shopkeeper in a fantasy world. What the adventurers don't know is that your tired of greedy heroes robbing dragons, stealing tribal lands from orcs, and butchering young slimes. You've secretly become an arms dealer for the monster underground. | Wasn't enough to just be a shopkeeper these days - no, times were a'changing. See, all these adventurers sound like a great idea, at the start at least. They come into the town, offer to just about exterminate whatever ain't human, for a price of course. Just appealing to damned xenophobia, really. Then they happily go... | Yes, I am tired of greedy heroes ravaging the land and perpetuating some sort of discrimination. I can't exactly put a finger on it, and dare not to for it is unfair to judge all heroes equally, but to put it bluntly I see their "heroics" as exactly that. So long as you're not human, elf or dwarf, so long as you don't ... | |
[WP] Aliens invite you and your crew to dinner aboard their ship. After noticing all the courses have contained either chocolate, coffee or alcohol you slowly realize that they have been trying to poison you not realizing many of our favorite foods are poison to most of the other lifeforms on Earth. | Their appearance is so unnatural , yet so natural for the captain and his crew. Maybe is because movies and television already gave us an idea of how this aliens would look like. And at the same time made us realize aliens would not look like a bad halloween costume of a tiny grey man with a ridiculous head-to-body rat... | That's the moment his fork dropped; he realised they were trying to poison him — with chocolate.
'You like food — yes?' The giant struggled to say (clearly, English is not one of the many intergalactic languages he speaks fluently), eagerly waiting for a response: choking then death.
'Thoroughly enjoyable' replied... | |
[WP] Aliens invite you and your crew to dinner aboard their ship. After noticing all the courses have contained either chocolate, coffee or alcohol you slowly realize that they have been trying to poison you not realizing many of our favorite foods are poison to most of the other lifeforms on Earth. | Ice sat before a plate of delectable foods, but despite the show he put on for his enemies, he was no fool. The white haired commander of the human mercenary group smiled cordially as he took a rather large bite of a chocolate bar, washing it down with a sip of Bourbon. The Warlord in front of gave him a confident smir... | That's the moment his fork dropped; he realised they were trying to poison him — with chocolate.
'You like food — yes?' The giant struggled to say (clearly, English is not one of the many intergalactic languages he speaks fluently), eagerly waiting for a response: choking then death.
'Thoroughly enjoyable' replied... | |
[WP] Aliens invite you and your crew to dinner aboard their ship. After noticing all the courses have contained either chocolate, coffee or alcohol you slowly realize that they have been trying to poison you not realizing many of our favorite foods are poison to most of the other lifeforms on Earth. | Ice sat before a plate of delectable foods, but despite the show he put on for his enemies, he was no fool. The white haired commander of the human mercenary group smiled cordially as he took a rather large bite of a chocolate bar, washing it down with a sip of Bourbon. The Warlord in front of gave him a confident smir... | It had been a very long time since I was requested as a "Third contact delegate." I had been invited to share a meal, along with representatives of the other members of the Universal Government, at small event hosted by the newest Xenospecies seeking to join the U.G. Usually a task for my boss, however he was out with ... | |
[WP] Aliens invite you and your crew to dinner aboard their ship. After noticing all the courses have contained either chocolate, coffee or alcohol you slowly realize that they have been trying to poison you not realizing many of our favorite foods are poison to most of the other lifeforms on Earth. | Stardate 120-810
Dear Mum and Dad,
I hope this finds you both well. Sorry it has been so long since I last wrote. So far our exploration mission has really opened my eyes to the mysteries of the universe. My star academy training could never have taught me half of what I have learned on my first year aboard the HMS ... | It had been a very long time since I was requested as a "Third contact delegate." I had been invited to share a meal, along with representatives of the other members of the Universal Government, at small event hosted by the newest Xenospecies seeking to join the U.G. Usually a task for my boss, however he was out with ... | |
[WP] "So, umm.... can I ask about the scars?" | Lucia and Jillian had met last Fall when they happened to sit next to each other at the bar, and Lucia, being a jeweler, complimented Jillian on the ruby ring she wore on the index finger of her left hand. From there, they kept meeting at the bar once or twice a week by chance, and developed a casual acquaintanceship t... | "Sure, hon." You tell the mousey girl to the chargin of your grunts. "Whaddya want to know about them?"
Girl's like six, and has the guts or pure blissful ignorance about how much danger her life is in. You don't really care about all that although you're sure your goons are looking mighty shifty. "What are you all lo... | |
[WP] "So, umm.... can I ask about the scars?" | I wince a little bit at the question. I glance over to the stunningly gorgeous woman riding shotgun, the car's air conditioning slightly blowing her raven hair around.
"It's a long story." I say, turning my attention back to the seemingly endless Oklahoma highway in front of me. But she hasn't turned her attention. I... | Hilary Flint laughed, his voice swallowed up by The Harp's raucous din. A patron was banging away on the tired, old upright piano tucked in a corner of the tavern, surrounded by a slurring cloister of drinkers. Beneath the images of long dead Men they sang about a pair of brown eyes, their own filled with tears and bit... | |
[WP] "So, umm.... can I ask about the scars?" | "So..."
The youth paused, watching as the old man bent to pick up a piece of wood.
"Yes?" The old man said with a relaxed and bemused voice.
He regarded the young man with his single blue eye. His other eye was completely white and completely useless, a long jagged scar traced its way across it.
"Um..."
The y... | Hilary Flint laughed, his voice swallowed up by The Harp's raucous din. A patron was banging away on the tired, old upright piano tucked in a corner of the tavern, surrounded by a slurring cloister of drinkers. Beneath the images of long dead Men they sang about a pair of brown eyes, their own filled with tears and bit... | |
[removed] | [WP] You're an exorcist, and this is your most conflicting assignment yet. The demon possessing the child seems to actually be protecting it from abusive parents. | "You **CANNOT** make deals with children!" shouted the Priest with the conviction of a long life spent interpreting the scripture of Heaven and Hell, staring down the body that he had bound to the tiny bed frame. His holy water blessed ropes were bound so tight that tiny splinters of wood were being ripped away from th... | ---------------------------------------------
**Chapter 1: The Encounter**
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They said his job was driving out devils. Devils and demons. Who would have thought those very demon might be wearing human skin? Well, that wouldn't be unique, not unusual - let me rephrase - *b... |
[removed] | [WP] You're an exorcist, and this is your most conflicting assignment yet. The demon possessing the child seems to actually be protecting it from abusive parents. | You stare at the man sitting in his leather chair with his leather smile, and your blood begins to boil. There's a *squelch* as he leans forward to show you the red slashes on his forearm. "As you can see, this is totally unacceptable."
Unacceptable. The child is sitting in a locked crate—formerly the dog's, you guess... | Father Marco climbed out of the taxi with a groan, carefully extricating his long lean frame. It had been a long flight from The Vatican and he was getting too old for the cramped coach seats he always rode in. He paid the cabbie his fare then took a long moment to stretch, giving a brief grunt of satisfaction every ti... |
[removed] | [WP] You're an exorcist, and this is your most conflicting assignment yet. The demon possessing the child seems to actually be protecting it from abusive parents. | The boy sat at the edge of the bed, kicking his feet as he watched me come in. I'm not what people expect from an exorcist. They expect a pair of preists. I'm one guy, and I'm certainly not holy. I believe there's a God, I just don't sweat the details.
I'm more concerned with the other side of that coin. And hence, he... | Monsignor Michael Benedictine felt the disturbance long before he was summoned. A new demon had arrived into the mortal realm. He could sense the ripples, little pulses of energy that made his hair stand on end and told him where the source resided. This one was very powerful, the ripples having more the character of c... |
[WP] You were near to death’s door. You waited for the Grim Reaper to strike his scythe, but he did not. Then the Grim Reaper spoke up. “Do me a favour, will you?” | His sword left his grasp as he stared at the length of wood stuck between his ribs. After all this time. After all the effort. After all the hard roads and long fights this is how the champion of the rebels was to go out. By an arrow shot from afar, luckily missing the cross plates on his armor and burying itself right... | It didn't take much to set the entire city aflame. Heroes might soar between skyscrapers in the States, but here the advent of superpowers had only made the cartel wars a thousand times worse. People died in the crossfire every day, and today was no different, a small child sputtered out struggling breaths as the strin... | |
[WP] You were near to death’s door. You waited for the Grim Reaper to strike his scythe, but he did not. Then the Grim Reaper spoke up. “Do me a favour, will you?” | SHEDDING LIGHT
I watched him come for me. The flourecent lights overhead began to flicker wildly and hum like the droning sounds of a beehive. I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. I could do nothing but stare, my gaze transfixed on the silhouette of darkness that approached. Shadows coalesced on the ground at his feet, ... | This was not how I expected to face death. Cancer, sure, that runs in my family; Alzheimer's, if I was lucky enough to get that old; but not this.
I don't even know why I went out to begin with, nothing good comes from answering the call of your girlfriend's apparent side-dick. Fucking Sheila. Seriously, fucking Sheil... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | We had everything worked out well ahead of the night in question. We would not do anything to raise her suspicions. I don’t know why I baked the potatoes. We had all agreed that we would stick to the plan: rice, chicken, and some broccoli. George even reminded me before I started cooking. Yes, he did! But, I got lost i... | The father stared at me, as sweat slowly inched out of my forehead.
"You don't know what a potato is?"
The words were like cold knives, pressing into every part of my body.
I shuddered in anticipation. I prepared to say the unthinkable, with tears beginning to form at the edges of my eyes. Every one of my emotions w... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | “Yeah , it is a potato. I hope your people , whoever they may be , like it and don’t get poisoned by it or something”
“Wait , you won’t question why I never heard of a potato before?”
“Nah” I took a bite from my baked potato “My daughter’s ex was a martian who was poisoned by water and we had to bring him to the nasa... | The father stared at me, as sweat slowly inched out of my forehead.
"You don't know what a potato is?"
The words were like cold knives, pressing into every part of my body.
I shuddered in anticipation. I prepared to say the unthinkable, with tears beginning to form at the edges of my eyes. Every one of my emotions w... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | "You must be kidding me", I responded to the boy.
The boy said "What do you mean by that"?
"It's a potato. You've ever eaten these before"? I asked the young man.
"No. It sort of looks like some kind of apple. At my mom's orchard, we grow lots of apples."
This boy acts like he's from another planet. Everything a... | The father stared at me, as sweat slowly inched out of my forehead.
"You don't know what a potato is?"
The words were like cold knives, pressing into every part of my body.
I shuddered in anticipation. I prepared to say the unthinkable, with tears beginning to form at the edges of my eyes. Every one of my emotions w... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | "You must be kidding me", I responded to the boy.
The boy said "What do you mean by that"?
"It's a potato. You've ever eaten these before"? I asked the young man.
"No. It sort of looks like some kind of apple. At my mom's orchard, we grow lots of apples."
This boy acts like he's from another planet. Everything a... | We had everything worked out well ahead of the night in question. We would not do anything to raise her suspicions. I don’t know why I baked the potatoes. We had all agreed that we would stick to the plan: rice, chicken, and some broccoli. George even reminded me before I started cooking. Yes, he did! But, I got lost i... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | The young lad took a long drawn out sniff of the potato and continued "It smells... earthy?" his face was contorted into and expression of confusion and pure excitement. I looked at my wife who looked back at me with the same puzzled face I wore, I looked at my daughter but she was not puzzled, she was staring at me as... | I hear them pull up, ah yes my daughter and her new boyfriend. I can't remember the last time she had a boy come over, I thought and pondered for awhile. Let's see... she had a play date when she was 11 with Keko Loon. His parents were very 'sophisticated' Dutch people that lived on the West Side of the city, where pre... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | “Yeah , it is a potato. I hope your people , whoever they may be , like it and don’t get poisoned by it or something”
“Wait , you won’t question why I never heard of a potato before?”
“Nah” I took a bite from my baked potato “My daughter’s ex was a martian who was poisoned by water and we had to bring him to the nasa... | I hear them pull up, ah yes my daughter and her new boyfriend. I can't remember the last time she had a boy come over, I thought and pondered for awhile. Let's see... she had a play date when she was 11 with Keko Loon. His parents were very 'sophisticated' Dutch people that lived on the West Side of the city, where pre... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | "You must be kidding me", I responded to the boy.
The boy said "What do you mean by that"?
"It's a potato. You've ever eaten these before"? I asked the young man.
"No. It sort of looks like some kind of apple. At my mom's orchard, we grow lots of apples."
This boy acts like he's from another planet. Everything a... | I hear them pull up, ah yes my daughter and her new boyfriend. I can't remember the last time she had a boy come over, I thought and pondered for awhile. Let's see... she had a play date when she was 11 with Keko Loon. His parents were very 'sophisticated' Dutch people that lived on the West Side of the city, where pre... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | "Yeah, it's a potato. Have you never had one before?" I asked.
"Never. It seems pretty interesting. Do these grow on trees?"
"No, uhhh, they actually grow in the ground."
"Amazing. I've never heard of them before."
"You've never had a french fry?"
"A what?"
"A french fry, from McDonald's?"
"I've never hear... | I hear them pull up, ah yes my daughter and her new boyfriend. I can't remember the last time she had a boy come over, I thought and pondered for awhile. Let's see... she had a play date when she was 11 with Keko Loon. His parents were very 'sophisticated' Dutch people that lived on the West Side of the city, where pre... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | “Po-ta-to! You can boil’em, mash’em, stick’em in a stew.”
Reluctantly the gangly creature decided to try the potato. He loved it! Kept wanting more and more.
I think we finally bonded that day. Until later, when he bit my friend’s finger off and I had to push him into lava. I’m gonna miss that little guy. | I hear them pull up, ah yes my daughter and her new boyfriend. I can't remember the last time she had a boy come over, I thought and pondered for awhile. Let's see... she had a play date when she was 11 with Keko Loon. His parents were very 'sophisticated' Dutch people that lived on the West Side of the city, where pre... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | "How long *have* you been on Earth, anyway?"
Everyone stopped. This was the question we all had desperately wanted to ask. The only thing we wanted more than the answer was not to offend our guest.
"Is it that obvious?" He looked crestfallen.
"Well, yeah... I mean, potatoes are what we call a staple food. I think s... | I hear them pull up, ah yes my daughter and her new boyfriend. I can't remember the last time she had a boy come over, I thought and pondered for awhile. Let's see... she had a play date when she was 11 with Keko Loon. His parents were very 'sophisticated' Dutch people that lived on the West Side of the city, where pre... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | “Yeah , it is a potato. I hope your people , whoever they may be , like it and don’t get poisoned by it or something”
“Wait , you won’t question why I never heard of a potato before?”
“Nah” I took a bite from my baked potato “My daughter’s ex was a martian who was poisoned by water and we had to bring him to the nasa... | The young lad took a long drawn out sniff of the potato and continued "It smells... earthy?" his face was contorted into and expression of confusion and pure excitement. I looked at my wife who looked back at me with the same puzzled face I wore, I looked at my daughter but she was not puzzled, she was staring at me as... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | "You must be kidding me", I responded to the boy.
The boy said "What do you mean by that"?
"It's a potato. You've ever eaten these before"? I asked the young man.
"No. It sort of looks like some kind of apple. At my mom's orchard, we grow lots of apples."
This boy acts like he's from another planet. Everything a... | The young lad took a long drawn out sniff of the potato and continued "It smells... earthy?" his face was contorted into and expression of confusion and pure excitement. I looked at my wife who looked back at me with the same puzzled face I wore, I looked at my daughter but she was not puzzled, she was staring at me as... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | "You must be kidding me", I responded to the boy.
The boy said "What do you mean by that"?
"It's a potato. You've ever eaten these before"? I asked the young man.
"No. It sort of looks like some kind of apple. At my mom's orchard, we grow lots of apples."
This boy acts like he's from another planet. Everything a... | “Yeah , it is a potato. I hope your people , whoever they may be , like it and don’t get poisoned by it or something”
“Wait , you won’t question why I never heard of a potato before?”
“Nah” I took a bite from my baked potato “My daughter’s ex was a martian who was poisoned by water and we had to bring him to the nasa... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | "You must be kidding me", I responded to the boy.
The boy said "What do you mean by that"?
"It's a potato. You've ever eaten these before"? I asked the young man.
"No. It sort of looks like some kind of apple. At my mom's orchard, we grow lots of apples."
This boy acts like he's from another planet. Everything a... | 'Yeah, potatoes don't really grow around here. My dad sometimes sends them from up north,' I informed him.
​
'Do they taste good?'
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'I dunno, try 'em.'
​
He held a spoonful of it, inquisitively, slowly raising it to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue, testing the waters. Needless... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | "Yeah, it's a potato. Have you never had one before?" I asked.
"Never. It seems pretty interesting. Do these grow on trees?"
"No, uhhh, they actually grow in the ground."
"Amazing. I've never heard of them before."
"You've never had a french fry?"
"A what?"
"A french fry, from McDonald's?"
"I've never hear... | 'Yeah, potatoes don't really grow around here. My dad sometimes sends them from up north,' I informed him.
​
'Do they taste good?'
​
'I dunno, try 'em.'
​
He held a spoonful of it, inquisitively, slowly raising it to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue, testing the waters. Needless... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | “Po-ta-to! You can boil’em, mash’em, stick’em in a stew.”
Reluctantly the gangly creature decided to try the potato. He loved it! Kept wanting more and more.
I think we finally bonded that day. Until later, when he bit my friend’s finger off and I had to push him into lava. I’m gonna miss that little guy. | 'Yeah, potatoes don't really grow around here. My dad sometimes sends them from up north,' I informed him.
​
'Do they taste good?'
​
'I dunno, try 'em.'
​
He held a spoonful of it, inquisitively, slowly raising it to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue, testing the waters. Needless... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | "How long *have* you been on Earth, anyway?"
Everyone stopped. This was the question we all had desperately wanted to ask. The only thing we wanted more than the answer was not to offend our guest.
"Is it that obvious?" He looked crestfallen.
"Well, yeah... I mean, potatoes are what we call a staple food. I think s... | 'Yeah, potatoes don't really grow around here. My dad sometimes sends them from up north,' I informed him.
​
'Do they taste good?'
​
'I dunno, try 'em.'
​
He held a spoonful of it, inquisitively, slowly raising it to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue, testing the waters. Needless... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | Mother and father looked at one another from across the table with astounded expressions on their faces.
"Excuse me?" asked my dad. "You've never seen a baked potato before?"
"No." replied my boyfriend as he poked at the various eyes of the potato with his fork.
I tired to steer the conversation away from this and ... | I didn't say anything at first. Actually, I didn't say anything at all. Sometime between childhood and adulthood was a 20 year gap where I hadn't so much as tasted fresh produce either. That was back before I landed a good job. Kids these days had it rough, and I took great pride in the fact that Sharon got solid food ... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | He said it with a hint of disgust in his voice. Or maybe that was just how teenagers talk now. Whatever, I'm not taking the bait and making this a bad scene.
"Yeah... a *potato*. Enjoy."
I read somewhere once that the bane of every adult was the following generation's idiosyncrasies. For instance, our youngest swears... | Kevin
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Kevin was fourteen and so tall it looked painful. He hadn't filled out, yet, so he seemed to be all bones. His face, despite the sharp angles, was earnest, handsome, and terrified. He was nervous, mousy, if you can use that to describe someone nearly six feet tall.
Serena had always been attracted to stra... | |
[WP] Your daughter brings over her boyfriend for dinner for the first time. The kid seems nice, but then, while eating, he pokes a baked potato on his plate and says "This looks very interesting. What is this? A 'potato'? Oh interesting. Never heard of a potato, looks pretty good." | I stopped, spoon midway to my mouth, looked at Jenny's face that's clearly warning me off, and lowered the spoon.
"Well I'm glad you're learning new things while you're with our Jenny." I gave my best smile, all teeth.
"Oh yes sir. Jenny is teaching me all kinds of new things. She's amazing!"
I had to remember... | Kevin
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Kevin was fourteen and so tall it looked painful. He hadn't filled out, yet, so he seemed to be all bones. His face, despite the sharp angles, was earnest, handsome, and terrified. He was nervous, mousy, if you can use that to describe someone nearly six feet tall.
Serena had always been attracted to stra... | |
[WP] It was an accident. He was jogging late at night, you glanced at a text while driving. You panic, dump the body in a nearby lake, go home and try to forget. You venture out for some much needed coffee, only to stop in shock. The barista is the jogger and he recognizes you. | As the barista approached John, he noticed something.
To explain what he saw, we need a near past history lesson.
John, as you may guess from the prompt title, was driving his car when he glanced at a text. There was a human male, blue eyes, blond hair, who was jogging up the road. He was hit by John's car and killed... | “Can we talk privately?” I know you recognize me and what I did the other night is awful. I panicked who but that is no excuse for leaving you. I’m willing to turn myself in. I want to apologize first in case I don’t get a chance again. I hope you are ok and I’m so glad you seem to be. I’m going to wait while you call ... | |
[WP] It was an accident. He was jogging late at night, you glanced at a text while driving. You panic, dump the body in a nearby lake, go home and try to forget. You venture out for some much needed coffee, only to stop in shock. The barista is the jogger and he recognizes you. | It must be the same guy. The way his cold gaze fixes onto me - he knows.
"O-one latte, please."
I take a seat at a nearby table, anxiously waiting for my order. Maybe I should just run... I don't want to imagine the hell prison would be. He clocks out and strolls towards me with purpose, and all of a sudden I feel a ... | “Can we talk privately?” I know you recognize me and what I did the other night is awful. I panicked who but that is no excuse for leaving you. I’m willing to turn myself in. I want to apologize first in case I don’t get a chance again. I hope you are ok and I’m so glad you seem to be. I’m going to wait while you call ... | |
[WP] It was an accident. He was jogging late at night, you glanced at a text while driving. You panic, dump the body in a nearby lake, go home and try to forget. You venture out for some much needed coffee, only to stop in shock. The barista is the jogger and he recognizes you. | John Mcantry grew up normal enough: nice family, good friends, and even a few girlfriends. Yet something was very wrong with John.
It started small, as these things always do: cats not returning to their owner's homes, dead birds that littered the roadways, or him and his sister, Veronica staying out all night at unk... | “Can we talk privately?” I know you recognize me and what I did the other night is awful. I panicked who but that is no excuse for leaving you. I’m willing to turn myself in. I want to apologize first in case I don’t get a chance again. I hope you are ok and I’m so glad you seem to be. I’m going to wait while you call ... | |
[WP] It was an accident. He was jogging late at night, you glanced at a text while driving. You panic, dump the body in a nearby lake, go home and try to forget. You venture out for some much needed coffee, only to stop in shock. The barista is the jogger and he recognizes you. | "what can I get you sir?" He said. "I recommend the frappuchino, it's so cold it gives you chills!"
I opened my mouth to speak, but any word eluded me. Just a small squeak left my throat.
"Oh geez, cat got your tongue? Lost your stones?" His face turned into a scowl. "Sir! What can I help you with? There are other cu... | “Can we talk privately?” I know you recognize me and what I did the other night is awful. I panicked who but that is no excuse for leaving you. I’m willing to turn myself in. I want to apologize first in case I don’t get a chance again. I hope you are ok and I’m so glad you seem to be. I’m going to wait while you call ... | |
[WP] It was an accident. He was jogging late at night, you glanced at a text while driving. You panic, dump the body in a nearby lake, go home and try to forget. You venture out for some much needed coffee, only to stop in shock. The barista is the jogger and he recognizes you. | "Hey, uh, sorry about last night."
"Are you serious? You ran me over. Wait here, I'm calling the police."
"That's fair. But, uh... What if you didn't?" I suggested, as I dangled a fiver over the tip jar.
"You dumped my body in the lake. I'm definitely calling the police."
"Remind me, was that lake Lincoln? Or Hamil... | “Can we talk privately?” I know you recognize me and what I did the other night is awful. I panicked who but that is no excuse for leaving you. I’m willing to turn myself in. I want to apologize first in case I don’t get a chance again. I hope you are ok and I’m so glad you seem to be. I’m going to wait while you call ... | |
[WP] It was an accident. He was jogging late at night, you glanced at a text while driving. You panic, dump the body in a nearby lake, go home and try to forget. You venture out for some much needed coffee, only to stop in shock. The barista is the jogger and he recognizes you. | It must be the same guy. The way his cold gaze fixes onto me - he knows.
"O-one latte, please."
I take a seat at a nearby table, anxiously waiting for my order. Maybe I should just run... I don't want to imagine the hell prison would be. He clocks out and strolls towards me with purpose, and all of a sudden I feel a ... | "It's fine"
"What was he thinking running in the street, at night, with a grey t-shirt on anyway?"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Call the police and turn myself in? One life was already ruined tonight. Somehow destroying mine will make it all better?"
Michael's mind raced from one justification to another.
"I'm tir... | |
[WP] It was an accident. He was jogging late at night, you glanced at a text while driving. You panic, dump the body in a nearby lake, go home and try to forget. You venture out for some much needed coffee, only to stop in shock. The barista is the jogger and he recognizes you. | John Mcantry grew up normal enough: nice family, good friends, and even a few girlfriends. Yet something was very wrong with John.
It started small, as these things always do: cats not returning to their owner's homes, dead birds that littered the roadways, or him and his sister, Veronica staying out all night at unk... | "It's fine"
"What was he thinking running in the street, at night, with a grey t-shirt on anyway?"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Call the police and turn myself in? One life was already ruined tonight. Somehow destroying mine will make it all better?"
Michael's mind raced from one justification to another.
"I'm tir... | |
[WP] It was an accident. He was jogging late at night, you glanced at a text while driving. You panic, dump the body in a nearby lake, go home and try to forget. You venture out for some much needed coffee, only to stop in shock. The barista is the jogger and he recognizes you. | It must be the same guy. The way his cold gaze fixes onto me - he knows.
"O-one latte, please."
I take a seat at a nearby table, anxiously waiting for my order. Maybe I should just run... I don't want to imagine the hell prison would be. He clocks out and strolls towards me with purpose, and all of a sudden I feel a ... | 'Wait a minute, I remember you!'
I was a statue. A statue that desperately wanted to melt into the floor and become one with the mantle.
'You're looking a bit pale. Are you alright?'
All I could do was hold eye contact with him.
'Should I... call an ambulance?'
I had to snap out of it. Talking to him would be infi... | |
[WP] It was an accident. He was jogging late at night, you glanced at a text while driving. You panic, dump the body in a nearby lake, go home and try to forget. You venture out for some much needed coffee, only to stop in shock. The barista is the jogger and he recognizes you. | John Mcantry grew up normal enough: nice family, good friends, and even a few girlfriends. Yet something was very wrong with John.
It started small, as these things always do: cats not returning to their owner's homes, dead birds that littered the roadways, or him and his sister, Veronica staying out all night at unk... | 'Wait a minute, I remember you!'
I was a statue. A statue that desperately wanted to melt into the floor and become one with the mantle.
'You're looking a bit pale. Are you alright?'
All I could do was hold eye contact with him.
'Should I... call an ambulance?'
I had to snap out of it. Talking to him would be infi... | |
[WP] It was an accident. He was jogging late at night, you glanced at a text while driving. You panic, dump the body in a nearby lake, go home and try to forget. You venture out for some much needed coffee, only to stop in shock. The barista is the jogger and he recognizes you. | John Mcantry grew up normal enough: nice family, good friends, and even a few girlfriends. Yet something was very wrong with John.
It started small, as these things always do: cats not returning to their owner's homes, dead birds that littered the roadways, or him and his sister, Veronica staying out all night at unk... | It was about that time i realized i had fucked up. Make it look like an accident they said, it will be easy they said. Huh. He stares for a moment then limps around the counter to get a better look. By this time ive got my buck knife concealed and ready to go. As he gets closer i see his mind starting to put it togethe... |
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