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[WP] You’ve realized that you are in a coma and are imagining the world that you are currently in. When you try to leave, you quickly notice that the imagined people in your everyday life are trying to keep you there, and they aren’t as subtle about it as they think. | Collie stared at the man in her bed. If she concentrated with all of her considerable willpower, she could barely make out the whispers of nurses and of the machines that kept her alive.
She shivered under the covers. The scent of antiseptic slightly itched at her nose.
The man grunted and tightened an arm around he... | The day was as usual. I hopped into my Jeep and drove to the local gas station, also known as my workplace. It wasn’t the most desirable job, but it paid me well.
“Haha, hello Jacque. You’re here quite early.” Jessica, my coworker, wore an unusual smile that stretched across her face. Her freshly painted nails tapped ... | |
[WP] It turns out that sloths aren't naturally slow at all. They have a special ability to network their minds, and long ago, some event caused them to allocate all the brainpower and bandwidth they could to a single urgent issue. Today, all sloths worldwide resume their normal speed. | Human physics had long ago asserted that it was against the very laws of our nature to create a machine of perpetual motion. Thermodynamics, they said. Conservation of energy and what not. Surely enough, every human attempts to build such machine in the past had failed. Turns out, they had it all wrong...
For you see,... | "What was the reaction when people turned on the news?"
"I think most people, especially the people who weren't 'in the know' about cutting-edge tech, were pretty confused. You see something like that as front page news, you know, turn on CNN or Fox and it's there, your second thought after ‘What?’ is 'Why are fast s... | |
[WP] It turns out that sloths aren't naturally slow at all. They have a special ability to network their minds, and long ago, some event caused them to allocate all the brainpower and bandwidth they could to a single urgent issue. Today, all sloths worldwide resume their normal speed. | So why did the sloths begin moving again? Well that’s a question I asked myself. Since the beginning of recorded history, Folivora (sloth) have moved at such a slow pace that they might as well be rendered completely useless, at least that’s what I thought until a month ago.
I was in Honduras on a zoologist expedition... | "What was the reaction when people turned on the news?"
"I think most people, especially the people who weren't 'in the know' about cutting-edge tech, were pretty confused. You see something like that as front page news, you know, turn on CNN or Fox and it's there, your second thought after ‘What?’ is 'Why are fast s... | |
[WP] You're a government paid hunter who hunts down supernatural entities(gods, faeries, various other immortals) who are "overstepping their boundaries". Recently, an immortal has been seen gathering power and you are to intervene. | There was a large racket inside the farmhouse as I pulled up the driveway, blinding lights, otherwordly sounds, demonic laughter and a slight aura of madness about the place, all telltale signs of attempted eldritch god communion.
"Well, he's done it now" I said, getting out of the car, my partner was already rummagin... | I've tussled with vampires and werewolves. I've thrown down with gods and monsters. They are among us. I work for a secret agency paid for by your tax dollars but hidden even from those most influential in the upper echelon of government, The Department of Supernatural Affairs. The philosophy of the DSA is a simple one... | |
[WP] You were cursed to a life of being average; Every competition you enter you have exactly a 50% chance of winning. You have become world renowned for occasionally upsetting pro athletes at their own game, until one day the military calls. | "It doesn't work the way you think it does."
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"You have a fifty fifty chance of winning anything you view as a game", the suited man said as he tapped out a cigarette, "we heard you bragging back when you sunk the hole in one while playing Henry Picard"
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"I knew I shouldn't have played the f... | Three days was all it would take to get out of this hell whole. They just had to start a war didn’t they?
As the bullets fly around me I stare at my home land, once flourishing plants and flowers now turned grey from the ash.
“Screw it” I say and run into the fray. I hear my commander yelling at me from far away. If ... | |
[WP] You were cursed to a life of being average; Every competition you enter you have exactly a 50% chance of winning. You have become world renowned for occasionally upsetting pro athletes at their own game, until one day the military calls. | Every game I play, every time I either win or lose. No matter if it's Serena Williams or Little Timmy. 50/50 chance. Won the college football tournament, video game, knitting, on and on. The limits to what is a "Game" seems to be up to me. Then one day the military called.
I looked at the general and asked m... | Three days was all it would take to get out of this hell whole. They just had to start a war didn’t they?
As the bullets fly around me I stare at my home land, once flourishing plants and flowers now turned grey from the ash.
“Screw it” I say and run into the fray. I hear my commander yelling at me from far away. If ... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | It wasn’t a bad question, rather the wrong one. How did it go again? The greatest trick the devil pulled was to convince mankind he didn’t exist? What the hell do I know, Geoff was the movie buff. Me? Well I’m in charge.
“What tricks you got up your sleeve there Master Finch?” The question came again.
“My dear Patty,... | "Because you are"
"Excuse me?"
"Because you are John"
"Wait, how do you know my n..."
"Your name? John Edward McGinnis. You were born in 1977, the youngest son of Ed and Eileen, childhood sweethearts who met at their school dance and spewed out four kids in four years. You have three older brothers, Tom, Jack a... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | "Because you are"
"Excuse me?"
"Because you are John"
"Wait, how do you know my n..."
"Your name? John Edward McGinnis. You were born in 1977, the youngest son of Ed and Eileen, childhood sweethearts who met at their school dance and spewed out four kids in four years. You have three older brothers, Tom, Jack a... | "Because you are"
"Excuse me?"
"Because you are John"
"Wait, how do you know my n..."
"Your name? John Edward McGinnis. You were born in 1977, the youngest son of Ed and Eileen, childhood sweethearts who met at their school dance and spewed out four kids in four years. You have three older brothers, Tom, Jack a... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | His guns remained.
With steadiness.
Or wait. Maybe it was me.
Considering his eyes locked with Fear along with intimidation I wouldn't guess more.
The police were starting to surround the area.
It's going to be a hassle now...
"Who are you...?" Stumble in his voice. "The police...why are they afraid of you?"
I met m... | "Because you are"
"Excuse me?"
"Because you are John"
"Wait, how do you know my n..."
"Your name? John Edward McGinnis. You were born in 1977, the youngest son of Ed and Eileen, childhood sweethearts who met at their school dance and spewed out four kids in four years. You have three older brothers, Tom, Jack a... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | The day at the bank started as everyday does, opening the main entrance after all the money in the vault has been counted. The first customers come and go without incident, but shortly before lunch a man in dressed in a red suit comes in. The royal bank is known for its all dressed in red employees. At first he seemed ... | "Because you are"
"Excuse me?"
"Because you are John"
"Wait, how do you know my n..."
"Your name? John Edward McGinnis. You were born in 1977, the youngest son of Ed and Eileen, childhood sweethearts who met at their school dance and spewed out four kids in four years. You have three older brothers, Tom, Jack a... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | It really is true what they say -- you get what you pay for.
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I was in a bad place that day. My boss had just given me the news that the promotion I'd been working towards over the past six months wasn't going to happen. Instead, some nephew of the CEO was getting the management position. They didn't expe... | "Because you are"
"Excuse me?"
"Because you are John"
"Wait, how do you know my n..."
"Your name? John Edward McGinnis. You were born in 1977, the youngest son of Ed and Eileen, childhood sweethearts who met at their school dance and spewed out four kids in four years. You have three older brothers, Tom, Jack a... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | Sheree sure hoped that the interview went well. She could use a break, and this would be one hell of a break. A stable 9 to 5, with full benefits? It sure beat scrounging for hours at the diner. She could handle the hours and the physical toll of the work, but the stress of whether she could make rent this month was pu... | "Because you are"
"Excuse me?"
"Because you are John"
"Wait, how do you know my n..."
"Your name? John Edward McGinnis. You were born in 1977, the youngest son of Ed and Eileen, childhood sweethearts who met at their school dance and spewed out four kids in four years. You have three older brothers, Tom, Jack a... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | "That's a good question, isn't it," I laughed, dropping my act of a frightened passer-by. I walked over to the water cooler next to the counter, pouring myself a cup of water.
The man kept his gun levelled to my head, unfazed. "I'll shoot you."
"I'm sure you will."
He pulled the trigger, and the bullet bounced off ... | "Because you are"
"Excuse me?"
"Because you are John"
"Wait, how do you know my n..."
"Your name? John Edward McGinnis. You were born in 1977, the youngest son of Ed and Eileen, childhood sweethearts who met at their school dance and spewed out four kids in four years. You have three older brothers, Tom, Jack a... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | "Because you are"
"Excuse me?"
"Because you are John"
"Wait, how do you know my n..."
"Your name? John Edward McGinnis. You were born in 1977, the youngest son of Ed and Eileen, childhood sweethearts who met at their school dance and spewed out four kids in four years. You have three older brothers, Tom, Jack a... | It wasn’t a bad question, rather the wrong one. How did it go again? The greatest trick the devil pulled was to convince mankind he didn’t exist? What the hell do I know, Geoff was the movie buff. Me? Well I’m in charge.
“What tricks you got up your sleeve there Master Finch?” The question came again.
“My dear Patty,... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | His guns remained.
With steadiness.
Or wait. Maybe it was me.
Considering his eyes locked with Fear along with intimidation I wouldn't guess more.
The police were starting to surround the area.
It's going to be a hassle now...
"Who are you...?" Stumble in his voice. "The police...why are they afraid of you?"
I met m... | It wasn’t a bad question, rather the wrong one. How did it go again? The greatest trick the devil pulled was to convince mankind he didn’t exist? What the hell do I know, Geoff was the movie buff. Me? Well I’m in charge.
“What tricks you got up your sleeve there Master Finch?” The question came again.
“My dear Patty,... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | It really is true what they say -- you get what you pay for.
​
I was in a bad place that day. My boss had just given me the news that the promotion I'd been working towards over the past six months wasn't going to happen. Instead, some nephew of the CEO was getting the management position. They didn't expe... | It wasn’t a bad question, rather the wrong one. How did it go again? The greatest trick the devil pulled was to convince mankind he didn’t exist? What the hell do I know, Geoff was the movie buff. Me? Well I’m in charge.
“What tricks you got up your sleeve there Master Finch?” The question came again.
“My dear Patty,... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | It really is true what they say -- you get what you pay for.
​
I was in a bad place that day. My boss had just given me the news that the promotion I'd been working towards over the past six months wasn't going to happen. Instead, some nephew of the CEO was getting the management position. They didn't expe... | "Because you are"
"Excuse me?"
"Because you are John"
"Wait, how do you know my n..."
"Your name? John Edward McGinnis. You were born in 1977, the youngest son of Ed and Eileen, childhood sweethearts who met at their school dance and spewed out four kids in four years. You have three older brothers, Tom, Jack a... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | It really is true what they say -- you get what you pay for.
​
I was in a bad place that day. My boss had just given me the news that the promotion I'd been working towards over the past six months wasn't going to happen. Instead, some nephew of the CEO was getting the management position. They didn't expe... | His guns remained.
With steadiness.
Or wait. Maybe it was me.
Considering his eyes locked with Fear along with intimidation I wouldn't guess more.
The police were starting to surround the area.
It's going to be a hassle now...
"Who are you...?" Stumble in his voice. "The police...why are they afraid of you?"
I met m... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | It really is true what they say -- you get what you pay for.
​
I was in a bad place that day. My boss had just given me the news that the promotion I'd been working towards over the past six months wasn't going to happen. Instead, some nephew of the CEO was getting the management position. They didn't expe... | The day at the bank started as everyday does, opening the main entrance after all the money in the vault has been counted. The first customers come and go without incident, but shortly before lunch a man in dressed in a red suit comes in. The royal bank is known for its all dressed in red employees. At first he seemed ... | |
[WP] "One question," asks the man with his gun aimed at your head, right between your empty, upraised hands. "Why do the police seem to think we are your hostages?" | Sheree sure hoped that the interview went well. She could use a break, and this would be one hell of a break. A stable 9 to 5, with full benefits? It sure beat scrounging for hours at the diner. She could handle the hours and the physical toll of the work, but the stress of whether she could make rent this month was pu... | The day at the bank started as everyday does, opening the main entrance after all the money in the vault has been counted. The first customers come and go without incident, but shortly before lunch a man in dressed in a red suit comes in. The royal bank is known for its all dressed in red employees. At first he seemed ... | |
[WP] Humanity makes first contact with a non-space faring alien civilization, but the plot thickens when both species realize the other also has domesticated house cats.. | Note for the sensitive: I swear a few times
Title: HR issues
First contact. I was part of the lucky few who were to meet the aliens, though now we were more of an alien species. After all, earth jumped at a new potential colony, and “didn’t detect anything”. the land, after all, would be a fresh and fertile place for... | It took us half a century to get to the moon. Took us another to get to the outer reaches of our solar system.
The walk wasn't easy. From the beginning, it was fraught with difficulties. Political, economic, even scientific. Breakthroughs that we needed to achieve the sort of drift that could carry us to planet N-x we... | |
[WP] Humanity makes first contact with a non-space faring alien civilization, but the plot thickens when both species realize the other also has domesticated house cats.. | You know how they say, "Their ships filled the sky"? Well in this case it was our ships, and their sky.
Ron Joordens never imagined he'd live to see this day. All the way from being ridiculed (just short of bullied) in high school, through his suddenly-found passion in the university, and through those harrowing deep ... | It took us half a century to get to the moon. Took us another to get to the outer reaches of our solar system.
The walk wasn't easy. From the beginning, it was fraught with difficulties. Political, economic, even scientific. Breakthroughs that we needed to achieve the sort of drift that could carry us to planet N-x we... | |
[WP] Humanity makes first contact with a non-space faring alien civilization, but the plot thickens when both species realize the other also has domesticated house cats.. | "Hi, we come in ... what's .. that?" I blurt out before I can stop myself. The translator turning my confusion into the alien dialect.
The universal translator responds in like to the aliens speech, "It is called a Cat. We too welcome you in peace. We have enjoyed talking to you over the subspace communications relay ... | Scientists from both civilizations are curious and want to study the house cats. For several years, scientists in both civilizations do DNA testing and other medical testing. They set them up in a lab but it's actually a place where they house the cats. The cats from both sides live in luxury.
The cats from the... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Pronounciation of names:
Mäo - It sounds like Mo, if you don't listen hard enough. You can use that.
Ervi - Err-vee
Cyko - Like Psycho
Kiongozi - Kee-on go-zee
It was a quiet fairly normal day. Well, as normal as it could get, in Elizabeth Mäo Munson's house.
Ever since Elizabeth met her two friends at ag... | It was strange enough to be getting a knock on my door at midnight, but this was just plain out weird. I opened the door to see the face of the bane of my assistance for the past few months. Phillip Cann.
He held a young girl in his arms and his face looked like how a parent who lost their kid in a mall would be. ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | The shrill bark of the doorbell rang through the dark hallway as I walked towards my front door, rubbing the sleep out of one eye with a thumb and trying to make my hair look less slept-on. *Typical*, I thought, *the one night in weeks I decide to stay in and this shit happens.*
The doorbell was still shrieking at me... | It was strange enough to be getting a knock on my door at midnight, but this was just plain out weird. I opened the door to see the face of the bane of my assistance for the past few months. Phillip Cann.
He held a young girl in his arms and his face looked like how a parent who lost their kid in a mall would be. ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Bobby was slightly wobbling after the night out drinking with his mates. These nights were getting too sparse he thought to himself. Slightly impaired due to the alcohol, his physique never would let him get totally shitfaced. He missed that.
After wrestling for a few minutes to get the key in the opening, the door sw... | It was strange enough to be getting a knock on my door at midnight, but this was just plain out weird. I opened the door to see the face of the bane of my assistance for the past few months. Phillip Cann.
He held a young girl in his arms and his face looked like how a parent who lost their kid in a mall would be. ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "You have got to be kidding me."
"Look-"
"You have *got* to be *kidding* me."
"I know this-"
"I was having a nice evening, you know?"
"Can we please talk about this somewhere other than your front step?"
Alyssa glared at the raven-haired girl standing in her doorway, supporting a barely conscious brunette with co... | It was strange enough to be getting a knock on my door at midnight, but this was just plain out weird. I opened the door to see the face of the bane of my assistance for the past few months. Phillip Cann.
He held a young girl in his arms and his face looked like how a parent who lost their kid in a mall would be. ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "...What?"
What the hell is happening?
"Don't just stand there like an idiot, let us in!" Shock whispers in a biting tone.
Ohmygod.
"Woah, okay, you have the wrong apartment Miss Supervillain. P-Pack it up before I call the cops-"
"I know it's you...*Bumblebee*."
*Mother.*
*Fucker.*
I quickly but quietly let th... | It was strange enough to be getting a knock on my door at midnight, but this was just plain out weird. I opened the door to see the face of the bane of my assistance for the past few months. Phillip Cann.
He held a young girl in his arms and his face looked like how a parent who lost their kid in a mall would be. ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | The young lad, for once, had a very pleasant night. Nothing out of the ordinary but he still won't let his guard down and carry his sword, even at his own home. He decided for a nightly stroll but was greeted by his masked enemy, the Duke of Tricks, at his doorstep. He took a step back and on guard readying for an att... | It was strange enough to be getting a knock on my door at midnight, but this was just plain out weird. I opened the door to see the face of the bane of my assistance for the past few months. Phillip Cann.
He held a young girl in his arms and his face looked like how a parent who lost their kid in a mall would be. ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "Maria!" She shouts and looks at him with fire in her eyes.
"Now, before you jump to conclusions I... ugh!" The villain floats inches from the ground, choked by some invisible force.
With her right hand our hero telepathically draws the unconscious young lady into her home and with her right she drags the villain s... | It was strange enough to be getting a knock on my door at midnight, but this was just plain out weird. I opened the door to see the face of the bane of my assistance for the past few months. Phillip Cann.
He held a young girl in his arms and his face looked like how a parent who lost their kid in a mall would be. ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Angie froze, doorknob in her left hand, glass of wine in her right. “Clayton,” she hissed. Tossing the wine aside, she dove to her right for the shield she kept there, rolled, and came up crouched low behind it, bracing for his attack.
“Angela, please.” His pained voice cracked.
*Why isn’t he attacking?* Gingerly, sh... | It was strange enough to be getting a knock on my door at midnight, but this was just plain out weird. I opened the door to see the face of the bane of my assistance for the past few months. Phillip Cann.
He held a young girl in his arms and his face looked like how a parent who lost their kid in a mall would be. ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Pounding on my door; then, a low voice: “Angel!” Someone in search of a hero, then. I didn’t recognize the man through the peephole, nor the teenaged girl slumped against him. He knocked again. “I can see your shadow through the peephole,” he said. “She needs your help.” I opened the door as far as the chain allowed. I... | It was strange enough to be getting a knock on my door at midnight, but this was just plain out weird. I opened the door to see the face of the bane of my assistance for the past few months. Phillip Cann.
He held a young girl in his arms and his face looked like how a parent who lost their kid in a mall would be. ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "You have got to be kidding me."
"Look-"
"You have *got* to be *kidding* me."
"I know this-"
"I was having a nice evening, you know?"
"Can we please talk about this somewhere other than your front step?"
Alyssa glared at the raven-haired girl standing in her doorway, supporting a barely conscious brunette with co... | Pronounciation of names:
Mäo - It sounds like Mo, if you don't listen hard enough. You can use that.
Ervi - Err-vee
Cyko - Like Psycho
Kiongozi - Kee-on go-zee
It was a quiet fairly normal day. Well, as normal as it could get, in Elizabeth Mäo Munson's house.
Ever since Elizabeth met her two friends at ag... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "...What?"
What the hell is happening?
"Don't just stand there like an idiot, let us in!" Shock whispers in a biting tone.
Ohmygod.
"Woah, okay, you have the wrong apartment Miss Supervillain. P-Pack it up before I call the cops-"
"I know it's you...*Bumblebee*."
*Mother.*
*Fucker.*
I quickly but quietly let th... | Pronounciation of names:
Mäo - It sounds like Mo, if you don't listen hard enough. You can use that.
Ervi - Err-vee
Cyko - Like Psycho
Kiongozi - Kee-on go-zee
It was a quiet fairly normal day. Well, as normal as it could get, in Elizabeth Mäo Munson's house.
Ever since Elizabeth met her two friends at ag... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "You have got to be kidding me."
"Look-"
"You have *got* to be *kidding* me."
"I know this-"
"I was having a nice evening, you know?"
"Can we please talk about this somewhere other than your front step?"
Alyssa glared at the raven-haired girl standing in her doorway, supporting a barely conscious brunette with co... | The shrill bark of the doorbell rang through the dark hallway as I walked towards my front door, rubbing the sleep out of one eye with a thumb and trying to make my hair look less slept-on. *Typical*, I thought, *the one night in weeks I decide to stay in and this shit happens.*
The doorbell was still shrieking at me... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "...What?"
What the hell is happening?
"Don't just stand there like an idiot, let us in!" Shock whispers in a biting tone.
Ohmygod.
"Woah, okay, you have the wrong apartment Miss Supervillain. P-Pack it up before I call the cops-"
"I know it's you...*Bumblebee*."
*Mother.*
*Fucker.*
I quickly but quietly let th... | The shrill bark of the doorbell rang through the dark hallway as I walked towards my front door, rubbing the sleep out of one eye with a thumb and trying to make my hair look less slept-on. *Typical*, I thought, *the one night in weeks I decide to stay in and this shit happens.*
The doorbell was still shrieking at me... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "...What?"
What the hell is happening?
"Don't just stand there like an idiot, let us in!" Shock whispers in a biting tone.
Ohmygod.
"Woah, okay, you have the wrong apartment Miss Supervillain. P-Pack it up before I call the cops-"
"I know it's you...*Bumblebee*."
*Mother.*
*Fucker.*
I quickly but quietly let th... | Bobby was slightly wobbling after the night out drinking with his mates. These nights were getting too sparse he thought to himself. Slightly impaired due to the alcohol, his physique never would let him get totally shitfaced. He missed that.
After wrestling for a few minutes to get the key in the opening, the door sw... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | The young lad, for once, had a very pleasant night. Nothing out of the ordinary but he still won't let his guard down and carry his sword, even at his own home. He decided for a nightly stroll but was greeted by his masked enemy, the Duke of Tricks, at his doorstep. He took a step back and on guard readying for an att... | "Who is she and why are you helping her?", the hero asks as he inquires the whole situation while seeing the villain storm in his house, "Help her and don't ask stupid questions. You're the hero, save her you dimwit", the villain replies angrily as he lays the girl on the couch.
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"What's the matter huh? Y... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Recluse is lounging on her couch watching Hugh Jackman dance and sing across rooftops when someone pounds on her door. She should have known taking a night off wouldn’t end well. The cottage is a gift from the Mayor; a thank you for her discrete participation in tracking down magi-tech that made its way into the underg... | "Who is she and why are you helping her?", the hero asks as he inquires the whole situation while seeing the villain storm in his house, "Help her and don't ask stupid questions. You're the hero, save her you dimwit", the villain replies angrily as he lays the girl on the couch.
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"What's the matter huh? Y... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Samuel stared. For a second, he hadn't even recognized Bête Noir. His waist long hair, instead of it's usual ponytail, was hanging down, dripping some sort of black grease onto the pavement. Beyond that, it seemed Bête Noir had quite a few scars under his mask. Samuel hadn't realized the extent of the scarring. Normall... | "Who is she and why are you helping her?", the hero asks as he inquires the whole situation while seeing the villain storm in his house, "Help her and don't ask stupid questions. You're the hero, save her you dimwit", the villain replies angrily as he lays the girl on the couch.
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"What's the matter huh? Y... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | When I became a villain there wasn't exactly a need to know medical things. Sure, with time, I learned to dress my own wounds but that was the limit to my abilities. I knew I had no other choice, didn't feel safe dropping her off somewhere and hospitals weren't a choice since police were there and it was rather annoyin... | "Who is she and why are you helping her?", the hero asks as he inquires the whole situation while seeing the villain storm in his house, "Help her and don't ask stupid questions. You're the hero, save her you dimwit", the villain replies angrily as he lays the girl on the couch.
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"What's the matter huh? Y... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "Maria!" She shouts and looks at him with fire in her eyes.
"Now, before you jump to conclusions I... ugh!" The villain floats inches from the ground, choked by some invisible force.
With her right hand our hero telepathically draws the unconscious young lady into her home and with her right she drags the villain s... | "Who is she and why are you helping her?", the hero asks as he inquires the whole situation while seeing the villain storm in his house, "Help her and don't ask stupid questions. You're the hero, save her you dimwit", the villain replies angrily as he lays the girl on the couch.
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"What's the matter huh? Y... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Angie froze, doorknob in her left hand, glass of wine in her right. “Clayton,” she hissed. Tossing the wine aside, she dove to her right for the shield she kept there, rolled, and came up crouched low behind it, bracing for his attack.
“Angela, please.” His pained voice cracked.
*Why isn’t he attacking?* Gingerly, sh... | "Who is she and why are you helping her?", the hero asks as he inquires the whole situation while seeing the villain storm in his house, "Help her and don't ask stupid questions. You're the hero, save her you dimwit", the villain replies angrily as he lays the girl on the couch.
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"What's the matter huh? Y... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Pounding on my door; then, a low voice: “Angel!” Someone in search of a hero, then. I didn’t recognize the man through the peephole, nor the teenaged girl slumped against him. He knocked again. “I can see your shadow through the peephole,” he said. “She needs your help.” I opened the door as far as the chain allowed. I... | "Who is she and why are you helping her?", the hero asks as he inquires the whole situation while seeing the villain storm in his house, "Help her and don't ask stupid questions. You're the hero, save her you dimwit", the villain replies angrily as he lays the girl on the couch.
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"What's the matter huh? Y... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | File this one under 'No good deed goes unpunished.'
So, I was at home, enjoying what I expected to be a quiet night. Miserable March weather just with wintery wet is a friend to the super-heroine. When it rains cats and dogs, criminals stay indoors. Hot summer nights are my busiest time. The town is wall-to-wall a... | "Who is she and why are you helping her?", the hero asks as he inquires the whole situation while seeing the villain storm in his house, "Help her and don't ask stupid questions. You're the hero, save her you dimwit", the villain replies angrily as he lays the girl on the couch.
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"What's the matter huh? Y... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | It was odd. The last person I expected at my doorstep, especially on my coveted "hero's day of rest" I put aside for myself yearly, was Rax. He was cruel, he was brutal, he was deceitful... and yet, here he was with a young woman lying helplessly in his arms.
"I understand this is odd," he begins after a few moments s... | "Who is she and why are you helping her?", the hero asks as he inquires the whole situation while seeing the villain storm in his house, "Help her and don't ask stupid questions. You're the hero, save her you dimwit", the villain replies angrily as he lays the girl on the couch.
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"What's the matter huh? Y... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | The young lad, for once, had a very pleasant night. Nothing out of the ordinary but he still won't let his guard down and carry his sword, even at his own home. He decided for a nightly stroll but was greeted by his masked enemy, the Duke of Tricks, at his doorstep. He took a step back and on guard readying for an att... | I was watching Cops when I hear a knock at the door, “awesome my pizza!” I thought while walking over to the door, when I open the door, I almost shot fire at him, until I saw what he was holding.
“Hello heatwave.” This takes me aback, “how do you?” He chuckles, “you are really bad at hiding your identity, but that’s ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Recluse is lounging on her couch watching Hugh Jackman dance and sing across rooftops when someone pounds on her door. She should have known taking a night off wouldn’t end well. The cottage is a gift from the Mayor; a thank you for her discrete participation in tracking down magi-tech that made its way into the underg... | I was watching Cops when I hear a knock at the door, “awesome my pizza!” I thought while walking over to the door, when I open the door, I almost shot fire at him, until I saw what he was holding.
“Hello heatwave.” This takes me aback, “how do you?” He chuckles, “you are really bad at hiding your identity, but that’s ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Samuel stared. For a second, he hadn't even recognized Bête Noir. His waist long hair, instead of it's usual ponytail, was hanging down, dripping some sort of black grease onto the pavement. Beyond that, it seemed Bête Noir had quite a few scars under his mask. Samuel hadn't realized the extent of the scarring. Normall... | I was watching Cops when I hear a knock at the door, “awesome my pizza!” I thought while walking over to the door, when I open the door, I almost shot fire at him, until I saw what he was holding.
“Hello heatwave.” This takes me aback, “how do you?” He chuckles, “you are really bad at hiding your identity, but that’s ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | When I became a villain there wasn't exactly a need to know medical things. Sure, with time, I learned to dress my own wounds but that was the limit to my abilities. I knew I had no other choice, didn't feel safe dropping her off somewhere and hospitals weren't a choice since police were there and it was rather annoyin... | I was watching Cops when I hear a knock at the door, “awesome my pizza!” I thought while walking over to the door, when I open the door, I almost shot fire at him, until I saw what he was holding.
“Hello heatwave.” This takes me aback, “how do you?” He chuckles, “you are really bad at hiding your identity, but that’s ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "Maria!" She shouts and looks at him with fire in her eyes.
"Now, before you jump to conclusions I... ugh!" The villain floats inches from the ground, choked by some invisible force.
With her right hand our hero telepathically draws the unconscious young lady into her home and with her right she drags the villain s... | I was watching Cops when I hear a knock at the door, “awesome my pizza!” I thought while walking over to the door, when I open the door, I almost shot fire at him, until I saw what he was holding.
“Hello heatwave.” This takes me aback, “how do you?” He chuckles, “you are really bad at hiding your identity, but that’s ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Angie froze, doorknob in her left hand, glass of wine in her right. “Clayton,” she hissed. Tossing the wine aside, she dove to her right for the shield she kept there, rolled, and came up crouched low behind it, bracing for his attack.
“Angela, please.” His pained voice cracked.
*Why isn’t he attacking?* Gingerly, sh... | I was watching Cops when I hear a knock at the door, “awesome my pizza!” I thought while walking over to the door, when I open the door, I almost shot fire at him, until I saw what he was holding.
“Hello heatwave.” This takes me aback, “how do you?” He chuckles, “you are really bad at hiding your identity, but that’s ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Pounding on my door; then, a low voice: “Angel!” Someone in search of a hero, then. I didn’t recognize the man through the peephole, nor the teenaged girl slumped against him. He knocked again. “I can see your shadow through the peephole,” he said. “She needs your help.” I opened the door as far as the chain allowed. I... | I was watching Cops when I hear a knock at the door, “awesome my pizza!” I thought while walking over to the door, when I open the door, I almost shot fire at him, until I saw what he was holding.
“Hello heatwave.” This takes me aback, “how do you?” He chuckles, “you are really bad at hiding your identity, but that’s ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | File this one under 'No good deed goes unpunished.'
So, I was at home, enjoying what I expected to be a quiet night. Miserable March weather just with wintery wet is a friend to the super-heroine. When it rains cats and dogs, criminals stay indoors. Hot summer nights are my busiest time. The town is wall-to-wall a... | I was watching Cops when I hear a knock at the door, “awesome my pizza!” I thought while walking over to the door, when I open the door, I almost shot fire at him, until I saw what he was holding.
“Hello heatwave.” This takes me aback, “how do you?” He chuckles, “you are really bad at hiding your identity, but that’s ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | It was odd. The last person I expected at my doorstep, especially on my coveted "hero's day of rest" I put aside for myself yearly, was Rax. He was cruel, he was brutal, he was deceitful... and yet, here he was with a young woman lying helplessly in his arms.
"I understand this is odd," he begins after a few moments s... | I was watching Cops when I hear a knock at the door, “awesome my pizza!” I thought while walking over to the door, when I open the door, I almost shot fire at him, until I saw what he was holding.
“Hello heatwave.” This takes me aback, “how do you?” He chuckles, “you are really bad at hiding your identity, but that’s ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | The young lad, for once, had a very pleasant night. Nothing out of the ordinary but he still won't let his guard down and carry his sword, even at his own home. He decided for a nightly stroll but was greeted by his masked enemy, the Duke of Tricks, at his doorstep. He took a step back and on guard readying for an att... | the villain i fight with everyday, showed up at my door and is carrying an unconscious woman, he looked so vulnerable. i looked at the women and for once just wanted to close the door on them. "why?" i asked him, feeling the weight of a person life on me once again. feeling the burden and the knowledge that they would... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "Maria!" She shouts and looks at him with fire in her eyes.
"Now, before you jump to conclusions I... ugh!" The villain floats inches from the ground, choked by some invisible force.
With her right hand our hero telepathically draws the unconscious young lady into her home and with her right she drags the villain s... | the villain i fight with everyday, showed up at my door and is carrying an unconscious woman, he looked so vulnerable. i looked at the women and for once just wanted to close the door on them. "why?" i asked him, feeling the weight of a person life on me once again. feeling the burden and the knowledge that they would... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Angie froze, doorknob in her left hand, glass of wine in her right. “Clayton,” she hissed. Tossing the wine aside, she dove to her right for the shield she kept there, rolled, and came up crouched low behind it, bracing for his attack.
“Angela, please.” His pained voice cracked.
*Why isn’t he attacking?* Gingerly, sh... | the villain i fight with everyday, showed up at my door and is carrying an unconscious woman, he looked so vulnerable. i looked at the women and for once just wanted to close the door on them. "why?" i asked him, feeling the weight of a person life on me once again. feeling the burden and the knowledge that they would... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Pounding on my door; then, a low voice: “Angel!” Someone in search of a hero, then. I didn’t recognize the man through the peephole, nor the teenaged girl slumped against him. He knocked again. “I can see your shadow through the peephole,” he said. “She needs your help.” I opened the door as far as the chain allowed. I... | the villain i fight with everyday, showed up at my door and is carrying an unconscious woman, he looked so vulnerable. i looked at the women and for once just wanted to close the door on them. "why?" i asked him, feeling the weight of a person life on me once again. feeling the burden and the knowledge that they would... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Angie froze, doorknob in her left hand, glass of wine in her right. “Clayton,” she hissed. Tossing the wine aside, she dove to her right for the shield she kept there, rolled, and came up crouched low behind it, bracing for his attack.
“Angela, please.” His pained voice cracked.
*Why isn’t he attacking?* Gingerly, sh... | The young lad, for once, had a very pleasant night. Nothing out of the ordinary but he still won't let his guard down and carry his sword, even at his own home. He decided for a nightly stroll but was greeted by his masked enemy, the Duke of Tricks, at his doorstep. He took a step back and on guard readying for an att... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Pounding on my door; then, a low voice: “Angel!” Someone in search of a hero, then. I didn’t recognize the man through the peephole, nor the teenaged girl slumped against him. He knocked again. “I can see your shadow through the peephole,” he said. “She needs your help.” I opened the door as far as the chain allowed. I... | Recluse is lounging on her couch watching Hugh Jackman dance and sing across rooftops when someone pounds on her door. She should have known taking a night off wouldn’t end well. The cottage is a gift from the Mayor; a thank you for her discrete participation in tracking down magi-tech that made its way into the underg... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | File this one under 'No good deed goes unpunished.'
So, I was at home, enjoying what I expected to be a quiet night. Miserable March weather just with wintery wet is a friend to the super-heroine. When it rains cats and dogs, criminals stay indoors. Hot summer nights are my busiest time. The town is wall-to-wall a... | Recluse is lounging on her couch watching Hugh Jackman dance and sing across rooftops when someone pounds on her door. She should have known taking a night off wouldn’t end well. The cottage is a gift from the Mayor; a thank you for her discrete participation in tracking down magi-tech that made its way into the underg... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Pounding on my door; then, a low voice: “Angel!” Someone in search of a hero, then. I didn’t recognize the man through the peephole, nor the teenaged girl slumped against him. He knocked again. “I can see your shadow through the peephole,” he said. “She needs your help.” I opened the door as far as the chain allowed. I... | Samuel stared. For a second, he hadn't even recognized Bête Noir. His waist long hair, instead of it's usual ponytail, was hanging down, dripping some sort of black grease onto the pavement. Beyond that, it seemed Bête Noir had quite a few scars under his mask. Samuel hadn't realized the extent of the scarring. Normall... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | File this one under 'No good deed goes unpunished.'
So, I was at home, enjoying what I expected to be a quiet night. Miserable March weather just with wintery wet is a friend to the super-heroine. When it rains cats and dogs, criminals stay indoors. Hot summer nights are my busiest time. The town is wall-to-wall a... | Samuel stared. For a second, he hadn't even recognized Bête Noir. His waist long hair, instead of it's usual ponytail, was hanging down, dripping some sort of black grease onto the pavement. Beyond that, it seemed Bête Noir had quite a few scars under his mask. Samuel hadn't realized the extent of the scarring. Normall... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Pounding on my door; then, a low voice: “Angel!” Someone in search of a hero, then. I didn’t recognize the man through the peephole, nor the teenaged girl slumped against him. He knocked again. “I can see your shadow through the peephole,” he said. “She needs your help.” I opened the door as far as the chain allowed. I... | When I became a villain there wasn't exactly a need to know medical things. Sure, with time, I learned to dress my own wounds but that was the limit to my abilities. I knew I had no other choice, didn't feel safe dropping her off somewhere and hospitals weren't a choice since police were there and it was rather annoyin... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | File this one under 'No good deed goes unpunished.'
So, I was at home, enjoying what I expected to be a quiet night. Miserable March weather just with wintery wet is a friend to the super-heroine. When it rains cats and dogs, criminals stay indoors. Hot summer nights are my busiest time. The town is wall-to-wall a... | When I became a villain there wasn't exactly a need to know medical things. Sure, with time, I learned to dress my own wounds but that was the limit to my abilities. I knew I had no other choice, didn't feel safe dropping her off somewhere and hospitals weren't a choice since police were there and it was rather annoyin... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Pounding on my door; then, a low voice: “Angel!” Someone in search of a hero, then. I didn’t recognize the man through the peephole, nor the teenaged girl slumped against him. He knocked again. “I can see your shadow through the peephole,” he said. “She needs your help.” I opened the door as far as the chain allowed. I... | Grammer and punctuation be damned!
She wasn't always my enemy. It wasn't long ago that we wondered this world together, pinky fingers locked in a hopeful but false promise of something permanent.
The knock was frantic but familiar.
"What's wrong with her?"
"He found her."
"How?"
"It was a party you fuckin moron! He ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | "I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn't know who else to go to."
"Somewhere else." She looked at the villain uninterested.
"Type D. Quick."
The hero turned around to look at the villain again, now interested.
"Confirmed?"
"Yeah." The villain replied reluctantly.
"I'll take her. You can g... | Grammer and punctuation be damned!
She wasn't always my enemy. It wasn't long ago that we wondered this world together, pinky fingers locked in a hopeful but false promise of something permanent.
The knock was frantic but familiar.
"What's wrong with her?"
"He found her."
"How?"
"It was a party you fuckin moron! He ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | File this one under 'No good deed goes unpunished.'
So, I was at home, enjoying what I expected to be a quiet night. Miserable March weather just with wintery wet is a friend to the super-heroine. When it rains cats and dogs, criminals stay indoors. Hot summer nights are my busiest time. The town is wall-to-wall a... | Grammer and punctuation be damned!
She wasn't always my enemy. It wasn't long ago that we wondered this world together, pinky fingers locked in a hopeful but false promise of something permanent.
The knock was frantic but familiar.
"What's wrong with her?"
"He found her."
"How?"
"It was a party you fuckin moron! He ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Sitting on the balcony rail, I survey the city below. It is very beautiful, especially at night, and I rarely get to enjoy the view. But tonight, the criminal element seems to have taken a collective break, and for that I'm grateful. Being a super heroine is an amazing job, but it can be a bit tiring.
So, I lean b... | Grammer and punctuation be damned!
She wasn't always my enemy. It wasn't long ago that we wondered this world together, pinky fingers locked in a hopeful but false promise of something permanent.
The knock was frantic but familiar.
"What's wrong with her?"
"He found her."
"How?"
"It was a party you fuckin moron! He ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | It was odd. The last person I expected at my doorstep, especially on my coveted "hero's day of rest" I put aside for myself yearly, was Rax. He was cruel, he was brutal, he was deceitful... and yet, here he was with a young woman lying helplessly in his arms.
"I understand this is odd," he begins after a few moments s... | Grammer and punctuation be damned!
She wasn't always my enemy. It wasn't long ago that we wondered this world together, pinky fingers locked in a hopeful but false promise of something permanent.
The knock was frantic but familiar.
"What's wrong with her?"
"He found her."
"How?"
"It was a party you fuckin moron! He ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Harold "the Grim" Baker opened the door of his small apartment and took in the sight of his visitor. His first instinct was to attack, but you didn't stay a hero for very long by acting on instincts. Instead, he stood still, taking a few seconds to evaluate the situation.
Thunder, the infamous tinker-villainess he had... | Grammer and punctuation be damned!
She wasn't always my enemy. It wasn't long ago that we wondered this world together, pinky fingers locked in a hopeful but false promise of something permanent.
The knock was frantic but familiar.
"What's wrong with her?"
"He found her."
"How?"
"It was a party you fuckin moron! He ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Henrietta Lorral, eldest daughter -- yet, no longer the heir -- of the Duke of Gapfast County, sat in the poufed chair with a stiffness that suited her manner of life and bearing. She barely winced when her bruised hip accidentally brushed the hard chair arm at her side.
"Are you listening Hettie darling?"
"Of course... | Grammer and punctuation be damned!
She wasn't always my enemy. It wasn't long ago that we wondered this world together, pinky fingers locked in a hopeful but false promise of something permanent.
The knock was frantic but familiar.
"What's wrong with her?"
"He found her."
"How?"
"It was a party you fuckin moron! He ... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | File this one under 'No good deed goes unpunished.'
So, I was at home, enjoying what I expected to be a quiet night. Miserable March weather just with wintery wet is a friend to the super-heroine. When it rains cats and dogs, criminals stay indoors. Hot summer nights are my busiest time. The town is wall-to-wall a... | "I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn't know who else to go to."
"Somewhere else." She looked at the villain uninterested.
"Type D. Quick."
The hero turned around to look at the villain again, now interested.
"Confirmed?"
"Yeah." The villain replied reluctantly.
"I'll take her. You can g... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | It was odd. The last person I expected at my doorstep, especially on my coveted "hero's day of rest" I put aside for myself yearly, was Rax. He was cruel, he was brutal, he was deceitful... and yet, here he was with a young woman lying helplessly in his arms.
"I understand this is odd," he begins after a few moments s... | "I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn't know who else to go to."
"Somewhere else." She looked at the villain uninterested.
"Type D. Quick."
The hero turned around to look at the villain again, now interested.
"Confirmed?"
"Yeah." The villain replied reluctantly.
"I'll take her. You can g... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | It was odd. The last person I expected at my doorstep, especially on my coveted "hero's day of rest" I put aside for myself yearly, was Rax. He was cruel, he was brutal, he was deceitful... and yet, here he was with a young woman lying helplessly in his arms.
"I understand this is odd," he begins after a few moments s... | Sitting on the balcony rail, I survey the city below. It is very beautiful, especially at night, and I rarely get to enjoy the view. But tonight, the criminal element seems to have taken a collective break, and for that I'm grateful. Being a super heroine is an amazing job, but it can be a bit tiring.
So, I lean b... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | Henrietta Lorral, eldest daughter -- yet, no longer the heir -- of the Duke of Gapfast County, sat in the poufed chair with a stiffness that suited her manner of life and bearing. She barely winced when her bruised hip accidentally brushed the hard chair arm at her side.
"Are you listening Hettie darling?"
"Of course... | Harold "the Grim" Baker opened the door of his small apartment and took in the sight of his visitor. His first instinct was to attack, but you didn't stay a hero for very long by acting on instincts. Instead, he stood still, taking a few seconds to evaluate the situation.
Thunder, the infamous tinker-villainess he had... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” |
“So quiet tonight. No alerts and it’s almost one a.m.,” she said out loud to herself as she looked at the large screen of her alert system.
For Sierra Pierce, Los Angeles’ hero who everyone named Silver after her eye color, it was strange to see a lack of crime on any given night. She was fast, agile and skilled in... | “So we meet again -”
“Move, this is isn’t a joke.”
I observed my arch nemesis carefully laying down a woman on the floor. I silently pull out a minuscule dagger I kept at all time in my sleeve. She wasn’t going to get away with it.
“Are you framing me ?”
“Framing you ?” She turned, still kneeling down, only to find... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | He stood there with rain dripping from the rim of his baseball cap. The hand on her gun tightened.
“What the hell?”
“I don’t need to stay. Just take her and I’ll leave.”
He shuffled under the weight of the woman’s body. Water dripped through the flimsy jean jacket covering her torso. If it wasn’t for the uncanny ech... | “So we meet again -”
“Move, this is isn’t a joke.”
I observed my arch nemesis carefully laying down a woman on the floor. I silently pull out a minuscule dagger I kept at all time in my sleeve. She wasn’t going to get away with it.
“Are you framing me ?”
“Framing you ?” She turned, still kneeling down, only to find... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | He stood there with rain dripping from the rim of his baseball cap. The hand on her gun tightened.
“What the hell?”
“I don’t need to stay. Just take her and I’ll leave.”
He shuffled under the weight of the woman’s body. Water dripped through the flimsy jean jacket covering her torso. If it wasn’t for the uncanny ech... |
“So quiet tonight. No alerts and it’s almost one a.m.,” she said out loud to herself as she looked at the large screen of her alert system.
For Sierra Pierce, Los Angeles’ hero who everyone named Silver after her eye color, it was strange to see a lack of crime on any given night. She was fast, agile and skilled in... | |
[WP] The hero is enjoying a day off thanks to a rare quiet night in the city. That is until the villain shows up to her door, but carrying an unconscious woman and looking distraught. “I saved her from a party....I know this is weird, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” | He stood there with rain dripping from the rim of his baseball cap. The hand on her gun tightened.
“What the hell?”
“I don’t need to stay. Just take her and I’ll leave.”
He shuffled under the weight of the woman’s body. Water dripped through the flimsy jean jacket covering her torso. If it wasn’t for the uncanny ech... | Belfas the Greatheart sat down with a glass of mulled wine. His feet were kicked up before his great fireplace, in his lap sat a lightly purring tabby cat. He breathed in the spiced wine, savoring this rare moment of bliss amidst the hustle and bustle of a hero's life.
That was, until a knocking like thunder boomed a... | |
Edit: cripes this blew up... wasn’t expecting this in the slightest. | [WP] You accidentally broke a mirror in an antique shop while chatting with a friend. A large amount of white smoke fills the floor, and a voice whispers “Free... at last.” Instead of a demon coming from the mirror as you first guessed, it was an angel. Someone had trapped an angel in the mirror. | It was a mistake.
He barely touched it.
His sleeve caught the handle of the small hand-mirror as he passed the shelf.
He'd just caught sight of Evan across the aisle, reappearing from a small nook in the back of the shop.
The mirror fell, in that slow, "this is going to be expensive, and there is no stopping ... | Paul looked around the smelly old shop. The further back his girlfriend dragged him the more cluttered it got. Knicknacks stacked haphazardly on top of old junk that was dated before his grandmother was born.
This girl he was dating this month loved these junk shops. Paul hated them but he loved the way her butt poked... |
[WP] As a Lich you have become a terrifying undead sorcerer through abhorrent rituals, over hundreds of years you have come to regret your actions and wish to perform 1,000 good deeds before allowing your destruction at the hands of heroes. | The first centuries had been a rush of pure excitement and ecstasy. I still remember the first person I killed - the accelerated beating of my heart when I drove the knife in their stomach, the sticky blood gushing over my trembling hands, the look in their face as life finally left them. I remember the anger of the to... | The kingdom of Zir was not always a land of prosperity. The desert sands and the rarity of rainstorms ever since the great calamity made life here very difficult, but over the past handful of centuries he did his best to correct the issue. After all, he had more than a small hand to play in the calamity's arrival. The ... | |
[WP] As a Lich you have become a terrifying undead sorcerer through abhorrent rituals, over hundreds of years you have come to regret your actions and wish to perform 1,000 good deeds before allowing your destruction at the hands of heroes. | The ancient metal doors creaked open, banging against their hinges.
Light sifted into the room.
Three hulking men in robes and cloaks stepped forth, radiating an aura of hero-ness.
The shining Paladin in silver armour held a hammer at his side. The bearded wizard a staff in his arms and the berserker, with a door-s... | Alfgardr the Gray dismounted from his horse at the sign of the Prancing Mustang. Bob, the tavern boy, took the reins, and Alfgardr smiled to the little guy before heading for the doors.
Everyone in the Firmlands knew Alfgardr the Gray, the cranky, but kindly wandering old wizard in dusty, tattered robes. He frequented... | |
[WP] You’re off to rescue the princess who has been trapped in a tower for years. When you get there, however, you realize she’s not trapped from the rest of the world. They’re trapped from her. | For sixteen years, the rumor was the princess could never be freed. She was snared in the branches of the living castle, inside the Whispering Woods, surrounded by the Murder Marshes. But the rumors never accounted for a man as amazing, spectacular, and flawless in each and every way, Sir Talon Joshson.
Talon breezed ... | Finally. Time to rescue the princess! No one had succeeded before me. In fact, no one had ever come back from the tower alive. No one knew what to expect. There were rumours of a great dragon-like beast. A beast that could outrun even the fastest horse. Rumours of traps, more dangerous than anything faced before. The t... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | (from the IMDb quotes page - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2911666/characters/nm0638824)
Viggo Tarasov : It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to.
Iosef Tarasov : Who? That fucking nobody?
Viggo Tarasov : That "fuckin' nobody"... is John Wick. He once was an associate of ours. They call h... | I wasn't quite sure what had been happening to me, but I did know that whatever it is, seemed like a miracle. It started at school, 4th period, I had left the classroom for a minute to use the facilities when the kickdown alarm sounded and I heard the ringing sound of a gunshot. I ran into the cubicle and sat on the se... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | "Life exists on a razors edge."
My dad was a good man. He was funny, friendly, loving, and instilled me with a sense of value for myself and the world. But he was also stern, making sure I always kept the world in perspective, knowing the precarious balance that experiences hinge on. "Life exists on a razors edge" wa... | I wasn't quite sure what had been happening to me, but I did know that whatever it is, seemed like a miracle. It started at school, 4th period, I had left the classroom for a minute to use the facilities when the kickdown alarm sounded and I heard the ringing sound of a gunshot. I ran into the cubicle and sat on the se... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | When my parents told me I needed to get myself a job and start paying bills, I don't believe they had *this* in mind. Of all the things I could be, an Alchemist was definitely NOT it. Though, to be fair, I'm not actually an alchemist.
If someone went to my shop and it was any other place of business, like auto garage... | I wasn't quite sure what had been happening to me, but I did know that whatever it is, seemed like a miracle. It started at school, 4th period, I had left the classroom for a minute to use the facilities when the kickdown alarm sounded and I heard the ringing sound of a gunshot. I ran into the cubicle and sat on the se... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | First attempt at one of these Writing Prompt's and I'm way out of practice as I've not really written anything for quite a long time.
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"Pass me a thing," I said to my friend as I held the shelf against the wall.
"You mean the drill?" he laughed reaching for it "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you fo... | I wasn't quite sure what had been happening to me, but I did know that whatever it is, seemed like a miracle. It started at school, 4th period, I had left the classroom for a minute to use the facilities when the kickdown alarm sounded and I heard the ringing sound of a gunshot. I ran into the cubicle and sat on the se... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | First attempt at one of these Writing Prompt's and I'm way out of practice as I've not really written anything for quite a long time.
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"Pass me a thing," I said to my friend as I held the shelf against the wall.
"You mean the drill?" he laughed reaching for it "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if you fo... | (from the IMDb quotes page - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt2911666/characters/nm0638824)
Viggo Tarasov : It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to.
Iosef Tarasov : Who? That fucking nobody?
Viggo Tarasov : That "fuckin' nobody"... is John Wick. He once was an associate of ours. They call h... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | Ever since I was little I knew I had something special. I was the hero, I had an unhealthy obsession to be. Whenever anyone was in trouble I would always try and help. But I never could. When I was in 3rd grade a fire erupted in my chemistry class, the teacher fumbled around with the estinguisher and I just grabbed it ... | "Be back here at this location in one weeks time."
I'd been through some very interesting challenges before, this was perhaps the most interesting.
It was a test of how well I knew myself. There was a catch.
I had to fool myself into going into the right direction. I'd shrugged when I heard that. I was good at conne... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | It was 12:01 a.m. at the general hospital. Time to make my move.
Using a mouthful of water, I was able to fake the signs of a crippling disease beyond the capabilities of the prison infirmary to treat, necessitating a need to be moved for treatment. When they served us dinner, I slyly hid the tools I needed to escape... | "Be back here at this location in one weeks time."
I'd been through some very interesting challenges before, this was perhaps the most interesting.
It was a test of how well I knew myself. There was a catch.
I had to fool myself into going into the right direction. I'd shrugged when I heard that. I was good at conne... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | It was 12:01 a.m. at the general hospital. Time to make my move.
Using a mouthful of water, I was able to fake the signs of a crippling disease beyond the capabilities of the prison infirmary to treat, necessitating a need to be moved for treatment. When they served us dinner, I slyly hid the tools I needed to escape... | Ever since I was little I knew I had something special. I was the hero, I had an unhealthy obsession to be. Whenever anyone was in trouble I would always try and help. But I never could. When I was in 3rd grade a fire erupted in my chemistry class, the teacher fumbled around with the estinguisher and I just grabbed it ... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | 3:30 PM.
It was about the time of day when the seamlessly smooth, relentless orchestra, that is the operating room, started to show its first signs of inefficiency and fatigue. It was when the perioperative staff, which included the room circulator, scrub nurse, medical device representatives, and countless others st... | My wife and I had been trying to get pregnant for a long time. In my heart of hearts I knew it was a futile endeavor... I could never get the job done, not with my member.
I don't know how I kept my power a secret from her for five years. Some of the unlikely feats I had pulled off to impress her were now preventing m... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | *BANG, BANG*
A couple of gunshots were fired in the middle of a desert.
"Jeez, w-what the hell man?!" said a man with a baseball cap. He looked terrified as a woman with a fishing vest awkwardly held the gun.
"Just trust me, I know what I'm doing," she said.
They've been stuck at this middle of nowhere for four hou... | My wife and I had been trying to get pregnant for a long time. In my heart of hearts I knew it was a futile endeavor... I could never get the job done, not with my member.
I don't know how I kept my power a secret from her for five years. Some of the unlikely feats I had pulled off to impress her were now preventing m... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | "But why mom?"
"Because its the wrong way to do it,son"
I listen back to the tape, again and again. My thoughts flow endlessly. Emotions slowly numbing down from my brain affecting the elderly couple near me.
"Sir, She doesn't have much time left.. I'll take all responsibility, please help",pleaded the old man.
ly... | "Mom", "Yes honey what do you want". "Why do people on tv shows eat cereal with a spoon and bowl? That's so weird. The milk and cereal would just fall off the sides. You need the spaces in the fork to hold it in place. Why doesn't the milk overflow when they use a bowl?" "Well you know TV, it's all fictional. They use ... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | You'd think that the ability to use any tool to get the job done would be wonderful, even at the expense of the exactly right tool failing - I mean, there's like, tops, 5 'right' tools for any job, and literally thousands of 'wrong' tools, right?
Have a job that revolves around fixing viruses on computers? Hit them w... | "Mom", "Yes honey what do you want". "Why do people on tv shows eat cereal with a spoon and bowl? That's so weird. The milk and cereal would just fall off the sides. You need the spaces in the fork to hold it in place. Why doesn't the milk overflow when they use a bowl?" "Well you know TV, it's all fictional. They use ... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | “It’s not about the results, son,” my father said. “It’s about doing things the right way.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s hard to explain…but even if you get the result you want sometimes, that might not happen again the next time. You might not get as lucky. If you do it the right way every time, you’ll be rewarded the ... | "Mom", "Yes honey what do you want". "Why do people on tv shows eat cereal with a spoon and bowl? That's so weird. The milk and cereal would just fall off the sides. You need the spaces in the fork to hold it in place. Why doesn't the milk overflow when they use a bowl?" "Well you know TV, it's all fictional. They use ... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | “Excuse me, sir? We appreciate you pulling over to help us, so I really don't mean to be rude, but are you *sure* you know what you’re doing?” the young woman who had been driving asked me.
“Oh yeah, dont you worry, I’ll have your engine back in working order in no time,” I replied
In fairness, her concern was comple... | "Mom", "Yes honey what do you want". "Why do people on tv shows eat cereal with a spoon and bowl? That's so weird. The milk and cereal would just fall off the sides. You need the spaces in the fork to hold it in place. Why doesn't the milk overflow when they use a bowl?" "Well you know TV, it's all fictional. They use ... | |
[WP] Your superpower: The ability to successfully do the job...with the wrong tool. (Optional - Your weakness: The inability to do so with the right tool for the job.) | "But why mom?"
"Because its the wrong way to do it,son"
I listen back to the tape, again and again. My thoughts flow endlessly. Emotions slowly numbing down from my brain affecting the elderly couple near me.
"Sir, She doesn't have much time left.. I'll take all responsibility, please help",pleaded the old man.
ly... | There's a certain irony to my life that isn't lost on me-- all the things I should be able to do, things typical people can do with ease, are impossible for me no matter how hard I try. They'd tell me to smile and keep at it, that I'd get there one day, but I knew none of it was true. I'm just made differently than the... |
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