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[WP] While on a road trip find yourself in a small town. As you exit the car, a deafening siren resounds throughout the town. A resident approaches you and yells frantically " We have 30 minutes left until sunset, either leave this town or find place to hide!" | "We have 30 minutes left until sunset, either leave this town or find a place to hide!"
I stood there dazed for a moment holding my newly purchased pack of Bourbons whilst I allowed myself a moment for me to process the interaction. I had spotted the man who was now in a frantic hurry to what I can only assume was hi... | The engine hummed as the truck sped through the crudely made desert roads. It kicked up dust in it's wake, great clouds of it flying past the windows. It blared 90s Rock Music from the radio as it moved.
It would have been a strange sight to see. The driver, whom we will call "Steven", was even stranger, a scraggly lo... | |
[WP] While on a road trip find yourself in a small town. As you exit the car, a deafening siren resounds throughout the town. A resident approaches you and yells frantically " We have 30 minutes left until sunset, either leave this town or find place to hide!" | "Thirty minutes? It's a small town, we got time. Why don't I give you a ride home?"
"I don't have one, my parents kicked me out last week." The kid in front of me couldn't have been more than fourteen years old. I couldn't tell whether I was looking at a boy or a girl; the only clue came from their backpack covered i... | The engine hummed as the truck sped through the crudely made desert roads. It kicked up dust in it's wake, great clouds of it flying past the windows. It blared 90s Rock Music from the radio as it moved.
It would have been a strange sight to see. The driver, whom we will call "Steven", was even stranger, a scraggly lo... | |
[WP] While on a road trip find yourself in a small town. As you exit the car, a deafening siren resounds throughout the town. A resident approaches you and yells frantically " We have 30 minutes left until sunset, either leave this town or find place to hide!" | "Thirty minutes? It's a small town, we got time. Why don't I give you a ride home?"
"I don't have one, my parents kicked me out last week." The kid in front of me couldn't have been more than fourteen years old. I couldn't tell whether I was looking at a boy or a girl; the only clue came from their backpack covered i... | "We have 30 minutes left until sunset, either leave this town or find a place to hide!"
I stood there dazed for a moment holding my newly purchased pack of Bourbons whilst I allowed myself a moment for me to process the interaction. I had spotted the man who was now in a frantic hurry to what I can only assume was hi... | |
[WP] While on a road trip find yourself in a small town. As you exit the car, a deafening siren resounds throughout the town. A resident approaches you and yells frantically " We have 30 minutes left until sunset, either leave this town or find place to hide!" | The windows were down and the music was blaring in my car as I drove across the lonely road. I was belting out the lyrics, likely in a very tone-deaf manor, "I fixed up the motor today...and we can leave any time we want to.
Your tattoos are faded away...now, you can be anything you want to...now, you can be anything y... | Almost everyone agrees that America's history is not a pretty one. No matter what they told you in elementary school.
Well, its present isn't very pretty either.
I was starkly reminded of this when I was on a road trip through the southern states to visit a friend in Florida.
I pulled into the run down looking gas s... | |
[WP] Ghosts were always stated to be intangible beings you couldn’t touch. You believed this to be true until one day, as you were driving home from work, you hit one with your car. Both shocked and confused, you step outside your vehicle to confront the now agitated spectre. | The thing was looking pretty irate. It was mouthing something nasty, arms shooting out in an accusatory manner. The body lurched forward, blinking in and out of sight as it flickered between patches of sun on the road.
Ice grew from the impact zone like a viral infection. My car began to creak and groan as a sudden te... | You couldnt tell what the car hit. You stagger out of the car, thankful you’re still in one piece. Theres nothing on the other side of the car. Maybe it moved? The collision was pretty bad, so unless you hit a human that ran away...god, you hope it wan’t from a human. It would really suck to be in jail for third degree... | |
[WP] You are a skilled hitman always getting your mark, but every month you get another contract from the same person. They are immortal, or they at least come back to life every time you kill them. They are always asking you to try different ways of killing hoping one would keep them dead | How long has it been? Three years? Four?
Is it strange that I get excited every time the same contract comes to my phone every month?
It all happened when I was hired a client to kill...herself. Attached to her file was a note, written, "Find a way to kill me as effectively as possible."
Confused, I first killed her... | I looked at the man across the table and folded my hands. Killing folks was in the business. I don’t ask why usually but this guy? Oh ho, let me tell you something: I first killed this guy ten years back... on a contract... first it was long range. Then, I had to make it look like an accident after it turned out he was... | |
[WP] You are a skilled hitman always getting your mark, but every month you get another contract from the same person. They are immortal, or they at least come back to life every time you kill them. They are always asking you to try different ways of killing hoping one would keep them dead | “Dear Mark,
I know you cannot die. Or at least, cannot die by conventional methods. I don’t know if this will work, but if it doesn’t, then I request that you give me two months from the date on this letter before requesting another hit. I’m getting married tomorrow and wish to take my husband on a nice honeymoon (tha... | I looked at the man across the table and folded my hands. Killing folks was in the business. I don’t ask why usually but this guy? Oh ho, let me tell you something: I first killed this guy ten years back... on a contract... first it was long range. Then, I had to make it look like an accident after it turned out he was... | |
[WP] It is true, most species in the galaxy found us to be uncivilized. But they lived for millennia under the thumb of an empire that basically bred them for domestication. They fear us like wolves, we pity them like pugs. | *I am a loyal servant of the Glorious Empire. I must-*
My head spins, and I find myself on the floor. What was I doing there? Fog filled my mind, and I clutched my head with all four of my hands.
The metal floor was cold, much colder than it should have been. How did I know that? What was happening?
A sharp clank fi... | The cycle of humanity's expansion into the galaxy was one of War and Peace. You've read it a thousand times. The first sleeper ships leave earth. Hyper travel is invented. Colonies spring to life in a jeweled sphere around old Sol. Piracy blooms, warships are sent out to combat it. Colonies become independent. War... | |
[WP] It is true, most species in the galaxy found us to be uncivilized. But they lived for millennia under the thumb of an empire that basically bred them for domestication. They fear us like wolves, we pity them like pugs. | We were new to space when we found them. Another intelligent species, like us. Sure, they thought we were primitive at first, nothing but a curiosity compared to their "enlightened way" of peace.
At first we met them with curiosity too, wondering how something could be so peaceful, and out curiosity only grew as we be... | (not mine but got reminded of this)
"See our enemy over there men? I pity them.
Our foes outnumber us three to one, they have been training longer than you've been alive. They're fast, they're mean, and by the end of the day every single one of them will be dead.
You see men, our enemies may be the fastest and most a... | |
[WP] It is true, most species in the galaxy found us to be uncivilized. But they lived for millennia under the thumb of an empire that basically bred them for domestication. They fear us like wolves, we pity them like pugs. | First contact could not have been more bizarre for the research team. They weren't diplomats, no, but we had chosen them for their ability to reason and communicate. 5 people on the Forward Contact Team met them, peacefully, slowly, with communicators ready and outstretched hands. Until that moment we had been afraid o... | The captured Quelvoran lay on the table, thick chains holding its 6 limbs still. It looked like an oversized ant, with digits at the end of each limb capable of acting like both foot and hand. Interrogator Valus slowly walked around it, assessing its natural armour. The Quelvoran hissed, and strained at its bonds.
"Re... | |
[WP] It is true, most species in the galaxy found us to be uncivilized. But they lived for millennia under the thumb of an empire that basically bred them for domestication. They fear us like wolves, we pity them like pugs. | The stranger at the corner booth stared blankly at the empty seat in front of him. Small sharp points of dark hair barely snuck out from underneath his wide brimmed hat, to contrast the closely buzzed and scarred side of his head. His dusty uniform looked more like a cracked and dry second skin loosely hanging off of h... | The captured Quelvoran lay on the table, thick chains holding its 6 limbs still. It looked like an oversized ant, with digits at the end of each limb capable of acting like both foot and hand. Interrogator Valus slowly walked around it, assessing its natural armour. The Quelvoran hissed, and strained at its bonds.
"Re... | |
[WP] It is true, most species in the galaxy found us to be uncivilized. But they lived for millennia under the thumb of an empire that basically bred them for domestication. They fear us like wolves, we pity them like pugs. | I stared at him, that strange creature, and his eyes widened like a deer. Feckless. His face, jowly and hollow all at once, went white from the lack of blood. Did they really fear us?
I let out a dry bark of laughter. “Go on,” I goaded him. “Say what’s really on your mind.”
The creature—Adams, as he was called in En... | The captured Quelvoran lay on the table, thick chains holding its 6 limbs still. It looked like an oversized ant, with digits at the end of each limb capable of acting like both foot and hand. Interrogator Valus slowly walked around it, assessing its natural armour. The Quelvoran hissed, and strained at its bonds.
"Re... | |
[WP] You're a street magician whose schtick is acting constantly befuddled about how these simple tricks keep happening to the items in your hands. The truth is, you have no idea how they keep happening, and it's taking a toll on your personal life. | **You're a street magician whose schtick is acting constantly befuddled about how these simple tricks keep happening to the items in your hands. The truth is, you have no idea how they keep happening, and it's taking a toll on your personal life**
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"Jacob, I swear to God! You have to tell me what you di... | "How did you get that?"Abby handed the cuddle giraffe to the kid in front of her."Did you buy it for me?""Something like that."
Abby never liked seeing children cry. No, that's wrong, Abby loved seeing them cry when they belonged to the "little shits" category, which, according to her, encompassed most of them. But li... | |
[WP] You're a street magician whose schtick is acting constantly befuddled about how these simple tricks keep happening to the items in your hands. The truth is, you have no idea how they keep happening, and it's taking a toll on your personal life. | **You're a street magician whose schtick is acting constantly befuddled about how these simple tricks keep happening to the items in your hands. The truth is, you have no idea how they keep happening, and it's taking a toll on your personal life**
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"Jacob, I swear to God! You have to tell me what you di... | "Please, make it disappear." I said, in my mind, after throwing a random passerby's stress ball into the air.
I don't even know who I am talking to. Is it a devil I made a deal with and one of the conditions was that I wouldn't remember a thing about it? Or is it a guardian angel that knows I wouldn't be able to pay ... | |
[WP] You're a street magician whose schtick is acting constantly befuddled about how these simple tricks keep happening to the items in your hands. The truth is, you have no idea how they keep happening, and it's taking a toll on your personal life. | You trudge home with your briefcase of trick items, your heart almost as heavy as the money overflowing your pockets. Another successful day, you think bitterly as you go to unlock your apartment door. The key turns into a wolf spider which bites you as it scrambles out of your grasp. You stifle a groan and look for th... | Feeling personally attacked, by the way. Times Square here, a Psych ward in pinellas county there, sometimes a night on the street with a greyhound station. Married to and martyred by the cards. Twisting them and folding them over and over. Cut, double-revolve the cut pairs, combine, fold turn. The Joker flashes b... | |
[WP] You're a street magician whose schtick is acting constantly befuddled about how these simple tricks keep happening to the items in your hands. The truth is, you have no idea how they keep happening, and it's taking a toll on your personal life. | Annie has had enough of the chaos and apparent tomfoolery. The rabbit itself was harmless, but its presence at her father’s funeral was in poor taste.
“I told you I didn’t want to wear the hat! I warned you about me and hats—“
“It’s over,” she blurted suddenly.
The words cut like a hot knife. I dreaded hearing th... | Feeling personally attacked, by the way. Times Square here, a Psych ward in pinellas county there, sometimes a night on the street with a greyhound station. Married to and martyred by the cards. Twisting them and folding them over and over. Cut, double-revolve the cut pairs, combine, fold turn. The Joker flashes b... | |
[WP] You're a street magician whose schtick is acting constantly befuddled about how these simple tricks keep happening to the items in your hands. The truth is, you have no idea how they keep happening, and it's taking a toll on your personal life. | I reached out to put the key into my apartment door lock- and my hand simply smacked against it. I heard the familiar sound of my girlfriend gag behind me, and I turned to her in apprehension. There she stood, holding up a hand filled with salvia soaked keys and a look of mild annoyance on her face.
With a struggle I... | Feeling personally attacked, by the way. Times Square here, a Psych ward in pinellas county there, sometimes a night on the street with a greyhound station. Married to and martyred by the cards. Twisting them and folding them over and over. Cut, double-revolve the cut pairs, combine, fold turn. The Joker flashes b... | |
[WP]An alien craft touches down in Egypt and amazingly, the crew are Human. It transpires they are descendants of colonists sent from Earth 50000 years ago. Now, they've returned Home and are bewildered that there appears to be no trace of the Type IV civilisation they left. | Amani welcomed the sudden quiet as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button showing 15, the digital screen showed 2:14AM. For lack of sleep she certainly wasn’t showing signs of fatigue; on the contrary, she couldn’t calm her mentality down enough. The past 72 hours were certainly full of suspense, after al... | *...noted various geological anomalies in sectors 7 through 13. Atmospheric compositional analysis shows evidence of biosphere deterioration due to high carbon content. Population centers are unaligned with latest information from neuroweb uplink before connection was lost. No evidence of Terra Prime civilization remai... | |
[WP]An alien craft touches down in Egypt and amazingly, the crew are Human. It transpires they are descendants of colonists sent from Earth 50000 years ago. Now, they've returned Home and are bewildered that there appears to be no trace of the Type IV civilisation they left. | Amani welcomed the sudden quiet as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button showing 15, the digital screen showed 2:14AM. For lack of sleep she certainly wasn’t showing signs of fatigue; on the contrary, she couldn’t calm her mentality down enough. The past 72 hours were certainly full of suspense, after al... | Look over there! The three electrical power plants we built are still standing. But someone messed with the head of the guardian. Its face looks like the faces of the people of this new civilization that exists here today.
According to the Galactic Encyclopedia in the Great Milky Way Public Library, the civilization ... | |
[WP]An alien craft touches down in Egypt and amazingly, the crew are Human. It transpires they are descendants of colonists sent from Earth 50000 years ago. Now, they've returned Home and are bewildered that there appears to be no trace of the Type IV civilisation they left. | Amani welcomed the sudden quiet as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button showing 15, the digital screen showed 2:14AM. For lack of sleep she certainly wasn’t showing signs of fatigue; on the contrary, she couldn’t calm her mentality down enough. The past 72 hours were certainly full of suspense, after al... | "N-no... that's not possible..." as i looked around, i fell on my knees.
There was nothing
There should have been a city, right there, Mark controlled thousands of time. But this couldn't be the wrong place either.
"What the hell is this?!" Sarah came near me and sat down, on the sand of the desert. I could ... | |
[WP]An alien craft touches down in Egypt and amazingly, the crew are Human. It transpires they are descendants of colonists sent from Earth 50000 years ago. Now, they've returned Home and are bewildered that there appears to be no trace of the Type IV civilisation they left. | Convincing the people that welcomed us that we were not their gods didn‘t work very well. Astolien the fieldcommander didn‘t do anything to change that with his 2,5 meter tall cybernetic body. The computer reconstructed the language these people spoke in mere minutes. It explained that it was a very old and to say it n... | "N-no... that's not possible..." as i looked around, i fell on my knees.
There was nothing
There should have been a city, right there, Mark controlled thousands of time. But this couldn't be the wrong place either.
"What the hell is this?!" Sarah came near me and sat down, on the sand of the desert. I could ... | |
[WP] You were the massive dragon king who took not gold, but children from surrounding kingdoms. The kings of the various kingdoms confront you about your subjects 'kidnapping' the children. You glare down at the interlopers from your throne. "Well, maybe your citizens should be better parents." | The hallway smelled of ember and brimstone. A crowd bearing torches hesitantly made it's way down the smoldering abode of the dragon king. It was impossibly dark, and whispers rang all about of how the dragon was going to devour them instead of respecting his word and grant them audience.
Suddenly out of the darkness,... | She sat in his dungeon, looking at all his children. The children of Dandy Town.
Until a few years ago,she was just a myth for them. Nothing but a story told to scare them. ‘Wake up, or Thelia will burn all your eggs with her fire!” of course it didn’t work on vegan kids, but she didn’t even care about vegan kids.
B... | |
[WP] You were the massive dragon king who took not gold, but children from surrounding kingdoms. The kings of the various kingdoms confront you about your subjects 'kidnapping' the children. You glare down at the interlopers from your throne. "Well, maybe your citizens should be better parents." | Some dragons loved to posture over the "lesser" races but Vestishin was not of that particular stripe. No, he sat amongst them at a great table, food arrayed before them, while at another smaller table just out of ear-shot ten children howled and laughed as Melisan and Vert tried to get them to eat, not play, with thei... | She sat in his dungeon, looking at all his children. The children of Dandy Town.
Until a few years ago,she was just a myth for them. Nothing but a story told to scare them. ‘Wake up, or Thelia will burn all your eggs with her fire!” of course it didn’t work on vegan kids, but she didn’t even care about vegan kids.
B... | |
[WP]It's the final battle, you've gathered all of your allies, and your enemies theirs. You make your way towards your enemies, when suddenly boss music plays? You stop, it stops, you walk it starts? Wait a minute... | A calm wind blows across the desolate land. The sun slowly sweeps across the earth’s surface revealing only the ashes of what once was a thriving village. Off in the distance, Red and white flags can be seen cresting the hill. War flags, signaling the arrival of the northern tribe.
A soldier peering through binocular... | I look back at my army. "Tell the band to not stop playing! Their jobs is to rally the troops for victory!"
"Yes, Sir!" My first lieutenant bellows out. "Sound the drums and the trumpets! Do not stop playing! Our victory is at hand and we shall crush our enemies!"
"Halt!" I cry out. My army let's loose its fiercest ... | |
[WP] You saw her in the distance while on a nightly walk, 8 feet tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns growing from her head. In other words, gorgeous. | 8 feet, tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns. She wasn't what I was expecting but she was what I wanted. I could not understand how others after seeing her on their first date could not contact her again. Everything was just so beautiful about her. Her eyes glowed like coal after a nice winter evening ... | **You saw her in the distance while on a nightly walk, 8 feet tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns growing from her head. In other words, gorgeous.**
The frakfurtine leaned over her plate, polishing off the remains of her dinner, a measly portion of gumgurri.
"You didn't like that much, huh?" Her mo... | |
[WP] You saw her in the distance while on a nightly walk, 8 feet tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns growing from her head. In other words, gorgeous. | Larg not see female this attractive in very long time. Tall like ironwood tree for club making, eyes so red like burning villages! And horns, beautiful horns, so sharp and pointy. Larg bet she gore many foe in battle with those lovelys.
Larg should say something. Larg not sure if he worthy of such a female....Larg ju... | **You saw her in the distance while on a nightly walk, 8 feet tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns growing from her head. In other words, gorgeous.**
The frakfurtine leaned over her plate, polishing off the remains of her dinner, a measly portion of gumgurri.
"You didn't like that much, huh?" Her mo... | |
[WP] You saw her in the distance while on a nightly walk, 8 feet tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns growing from her head. In other words, gorgeous. | They say no amount of training can prepare you for an encounter with a real demon. I gripped the handle of my Eskander tightly. We were taught that demons could sense fear in the same way that a soaring falcon feels the wind wrapping around it. I did my best to suppress the primal terror that was welling up within me. ... | **You saw her in the distance while on a nightly walk, 8 feet tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns growing from her head. In other words, gorgeous.**
The frakfurtine leaned over her plate, polishing off the remains of her dinner, a measly portion of gumgurri.
"You didn't like that much, huh?" Her mo... | |
[WP] You saw her in the distance while on a nightly walk, 8 feet tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns growing from her head. In other words, gorgeous. | They say no amount of training can prepare you for an encounter with a real demon. I gripped the handle of my Eskander tightly. We were taught that demons could sense fear in the same way that a soaring falcon feels the wind wrapping around it. I did my best to suppress the primal terror that was welling up within me. ... | 8 feet, tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns. She wasn't what I was expecting but she was what I wanted. I could not understand how others after seeing her on their first date could not contact her again. Everything was just so beautiful about her. Her eyes glowed like coal after a nice winter evening ... | |
[WP] You saw her in the distance while on a nightly walk, 8 feet tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns growing from her head. In other words, gorgeous. | Every night I go on walks, hoping to see whether the town legend was true. A legend of a creature wandering the local forest, discribed to be 8 feet tall, long slender arms like branches on a tree, a face so pale and sickly, silky long ebony black hair, three eyes like glowing embers floating in the winter night, teeth... | The Christmas parade was over. I went by myself this year, since all of my friends decided to spend time with their families. Being a single male at my age was becoming somewhat boring. The humans didn't realize that I, lowly buck, enjoyed walking around the city at night. From what I heard throughout the city in the p... | |
[WP] You saw her in the distance while on a nightly walk, 8 feet tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns growing from her head. In other words, gorgeous. | Growing up, I've alway found love to be something foreign, some distant piece of knowledge I could never obtain. What was it that threw people down and guided their very wills to another? What was it people saw in eachother? I have never had that, certain spark, as some may call it, when ever I see someone, my body jus... | \[POEM\]
*To:* *The One Who Walks Among The Trees,*
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From afar I watch you glide,
Through wooded lands with long-legged stride,
Your beauty radiates far and wide.
Can you see me, too?
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Atop your head a crown of horns,
Nary a hair your head has borne,
Your loveliness though the crown a... | |
[WP] You saw her in the distance while on a nightly walk, 8 feet tall, 3 eyes like glowing coals, and a crown of horns growing from her head. In other words, gorgeous. | Growing up, I've alway found love to be something foreign, some distant piece of knowledge I could never obtain. What was it that threw people down and guided their very wills to another? What was it people saw in eachother? I have never had that, certain spark, as some may call it, when ever I see someone, my body jus... | "Did you really just asked me if I've just fallen from heaven?"
Lucy has heard how much dumber humanity has become in the 21st century but he did not expect this. Of all the pick-up line, of all the sweet words, did he really just say that? Lucy gave a small sigh, perhaps this might go somewhere, he thought thus he de... | |
[WP] At 4,294,967,296 Kelvin the display flipped to 0 and the test reactor's plasma suddenly froze in place. The reactor containment system creaked as the pressure instantly dropped to zero. The scientist calmly spoke, "Absolute hot confirmed, 32-bit overflow confirmed, world simulation confirmed. | 4,294,967,296.
Daisy kept staring at the number scribbled on the whiteboard above her. She had a lingering feeling that something didn't add up here, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
It was clear enough that the number was equal to 2^32. A basic integer overflow, and the IPHE - the Intersolar Phobos Experime... | I've always been interested in fringe science, ever since I made my first volcano for a science fair as a kid. It quickly turned to computer science during my teen years - I was programming everything from goofy pokemon clones to trying to hack my ISP. Sticklers.
Now? I work 72 hour weeks as a sheriff's deputy in West... | |
[WP] At 4,294,967,296 Kelvin the display flipped to 0 and the test reactor's plasma suddenly froze in place. The reactor containment system creaked as the pressure instantly dropped to zero. The scientist calmly spoke, "Absolute hot confirmed, 32-bit overflow confirmed, world simulation confirmed. | Charles stared lazily at his terminal. He recalled his wife had reminded him to stop at the post office on lunch. He didn’t mind, that takes him by his favorite sandwich shop. He chewed on a pen top as his eyes wandered over his cubicle wall. Marta was absent again on a Monday. She’s not gonna last long.
A small noti... | I've always been interested in fringe science, ever since I made my first volcano for a science fair as a kid. It quickly turned to computer science during my teen years - I was programming everything from goofy pokemon clones to trying to hack my ISP. Sticklers.
Now? I work 72 hour weeks as a sheriff's deputy in West... | |
[WP] At 4,294,967,296 Kelvin the display flipped to 0 and the test reactor's plasma suddenly froze in place. The reactor containment system creaked as the pressure instantly dropped to zero. The scientist calmly spoke, "Absolute hot confirmed, 32-bit overflow confirmed, world simulation confirmed. | The scientist had followed the instructions his predecessors had laid out for him. With the new reading on the pressure system, his shoulders relaxed for the first time in ages.
“Absolute hot confirmed, 32-bit overflow confirmed, world simulation confirmed.”
The others nearby cast wary glances at each other. Surely... | I've always been interested in fringe science, ever since I made my first volcano for a science fair as a kid. It quickly turned to computer science during my teen years - I was programming everything from goofy pokemon clones to trying to hack my ISP. Sticklers.
Now? I work 72 hour weeks as a sheriff's deputy in West... | |
[WP] At 4,294,967,296 Kelvin the display flipped to 0 and the test reactor's plasma suddenly froze in place. The reactor containment system creaked as the pressure instantly dropped to zero. The scientist calmly spoke, "Absolute hot confirmed, 32-bit overflow confirmed, world simulation confirmed. | "Uh ... what?"
'Zero' was never on the display for longer than a fraction of a fraction of a second. This was expected, of course- in order to achieve a stable 'absolute zero' in a *vacuum*, the system would have to be perfectly isolated from its surroundings, which is considered virtually impossible. And this was no ... | I've always been interested in fringe science, ever since I made my first volcano for a science fair as a kid. It quickly turned to computer science during my teen years - I was programming everything from goofy pokemon clones to trying to hack my ISP. Sticklers.
Now? I work 72 hour weeks as a sheriff's deputy in West... | |
[WP] At 4,294,967,296 Kelvin the display flipped to 0 and the test reactor's plasma suddenly froze in place. The reactor containment system creaked as the pressure instantly dropped to zero. The scientist calmly spoke, "Absolute hot confirmed, 32-bit overflow confirmed, world simulation confirmed. | "Uh ... what?"
'Zero' was never on the display for longer than a fraction of a fraction of a second. This was expected, of course- in order to achieve a stable 'absolute zero' in a *vacuum*, the system would have to be perfectly isolated from its surroundings, which is considered virtually impossible. And this was no ... | The scientist had followed the instructions his predecessors had laid out for him. With the new reading on the pressure system, his shoulders relaxed for the first time in ages.
“Absolute hot confirmed, 32-bit overflow confirmed, world simulation confirmed.”
The others nearby cast wary glances at each other. Surely... | |
[WP] As part of an excavation crew, you uncover an old clay vase, and find a genie inside. The genie states that one wish remains. When you ask “why not 3?” the genie states the first wish was for the creation of this universe. When you ask about the second wish, the genie looks very nervous. | "Ok, remember, I didn't have a choice," said the Genie.
"About what?"
"This vase I live in used to belong to this American real estate mogul. He gave it to his son decades ago as a birthday gift. The son put it away and forgot about it for years until he found it again in 2016."
"Who would forget about a vase with a... | "The second?" I know it's a question, as if he wants me to repeat myself. But it comes out with a dead end.
"The second." I agree.
"Well that's a story."
"A story." I agree again. At this point, the genie has found purchase on a nearby rock. Grains of sand dance upon is as they make their escape to the next pit o... | |
[WP] As part of an excavation crew, you uncover an old clay vase, and find a genie inside. The genie states that one wish remains. When you ask “why not 3?” the genie states the first wish was for the creation of this universe. When you ask about the second wish, the genie looks very nervous. | I stood there contemplating what could make a genie nervous. I realized I wouldn't have long to wait as he floated down closer to eye level and began to speak softly. "The first wish, what those among my people now refer to as 'Life', was made by a creature unlike any that could be described." "Though his abilities wer... | [Poem]
A genie as old as time itself.
One wish so grand,
A world created.
One wish so dark,
Gone, my precious.
One wish left
For him to choose.
"Why not three?" He asked.
A mortal, so young, so naive.
He hasn't seen what I made the genie do.
He hasn't witnessed the wretchedness
Of immortality.
And he shall... | |
[WP] You were born with a superpower - everytime you touch someones tombstone, you can see their entire life until death. You are wandering through the cemetery, and you stumble upon a empty grave with your name written on the tombstone... | I will never forget the first time.
Me and the bunch came down here late last October to have some fun. Y’know, let’s go hang in the cemetery on Halloween, kinda stuff. As we were having a few drinks and a few laughs, I lazily decided to park my weight against a nearby headstone.
It happened in a flash.
I felt my... | It was a depressing job being a hero. Every week you were attending another funeral. Whether it was for a comrade or civilian, the job always had a casualty. That’s why I was here, I wasn’t a superhero, but they respected me as if I was one. I would touch the tombstone of the fallen person, offering comfort to the peop... | |
[WP] An alien race is gathering intelligence prior to an invasion of Earth. The plans have come to a stop after a report of something called a "drinking contest", in which humans compete to determine which one can ingest the most of a poisonous liquid called alcohol before losing consciousness. | They poison *themselves*?
Yes.
Deliberately?
Yes.
Not by accident?
No.
You're sure?
I *saw* them doing it. They were *very* deliberate.
Why do they do it?
*Why* do they do it?
Yes.
It's a recreational contest. They do it for fun.
For *fun*?
Yes.
They poison themselves - deliberately - for fun?
Yes.
And ... | A gray humanoid alien with a fancy coat and medals from numerous galactic conquest steps in unnoticed by the two slightly smaller and squeamish data analyst
“Boli, we can’t present him to the general like this” one of the analysts says while frantically scrolling through a patients vitals.
Boli: *frantically s... | |
[WP] You're on the train, on your way to meet your friend, and sitting in front of you is a polar bear reading a newspaper. Nobody else on the train seems to notice it at all. | \[Travel Advice\]
"Whoa," Terri wasn't prepared for the sudden darkness. The train had just pulled away from the station before it suddenly entered a tunnel. She didn't see anything that looked like a tunnel as she boarded. Terri was very aware of her shortcomings; paying attention to her surroundings was not one of ... | The train trundled over the rails leaving a black plume in it's wake. Inside, the bags and heavy suitcases rattled over John's head menacingly--he wanted to dash away. However, his nervous stare was not fixed on the objects eagerly awaiting to bludgeon him but on a polar bear sitting two rows ahead with this morning's ... | |
[WP] Whenever you lie awake thinking about embarrassing moments from high school, you are given a chance to redo that moment. Today you find out you're not the only one with this power. | This power pulls you without notice. One embarrassing musing, one moment of repulsion at your own mistake is enough to feed the plunge. That's what I call it, the Plunge. The next minute you'll find yourself in the exact scenario, all transformed into the very person you once were. I don't know how I got this power but... | It was an ungodly hour where even the ninja-witches slept, yet here I was, scrolling through the endless minutia of New Reddit. Writing prompts, Reddit asking, news circle jerking, *actual* circle jerking, christ what a mess. All the best content was sucked clean like French escargot so that I, an esteemed Reddit-Wizar... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | The words pierced me like the spear of Leonidas, "May you live forever." A condemnation. A damnation. A punishment for all my sins. The brevity of life seems farcical now. After 32 years of painful existence, I am now staring down the throat of eternity, soon to be buried by the endless sands of time until I am forgott... | “I... I don’t understand, I did everything right. I abided by the commandments. I loved my wife faithfully, I raised my children to fear The Lord, I left all I had to my family and the poor. I was there every Sunday, I tithed faithfully, I served, I spread the word. I did everything I could to be holy.” The man asked, ... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | “Wait” I scratched my head, trying to wrap my mind around the situation at hand. “There’s multiple heavens?”
“Ehhhh.” The glowing pigeon before me cocked its head to the side in a way I somehow knew was awkward. “Kind of? Different devils run different shops. And some have more existential ideas of of eternal punishme... | “I... I don’t understand, I did everything right. I abided by the commandments. I loved my wife faithfully, I raised my children to fear The Lord, I left all I had to my family and the poor. I was there every Sunday, I tithed faithfully, I served, I spread the word. I did everything I could to be holy.” The man asked, ... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | "Afterlife" protocol handbook for experiment 1-50-AE2
\[Meant for W-Class researchers only. Any unauthorized readers will be dealt with by MTP-5 'angels'\]
NOTE: DO NOT USE WITH ATHEIST SUBJECTS
\- Dr Peter
Upon subject's virtual insertion into X-50 "waiting area" after simulated death, tell them the primary desire... | “I... I don’t understand, I did everything right. I abided by the commandments. I loved my wife faithfully, I raised my children to fear The Lord, I left all I had to my family and the poor. I was there every Sunday, I tithed faithfully, I served, I spread the word. I did everything I could to be holy.” The man asked, ... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | "Afterlife" protocol handbook for experiment 1-50-AE2
\[Meant for W-Class researchers only. Any unauthorized readers will be dealt with by MTP-5 'angels'\]
NOTE: DO NOT USE WITH ATHEIST SUBJECTS
\- Dr Peter
Upon subject's virtual insertion into X-50 "waiting area" after simulated death, tell them the primary desire... | Category 3,
Not quite the brief but along the lines, Enjoy .
WAMM , and just like that my life was over. I think.
Here I am going through the bright light just like we have all been told by supposedly the dead that have come back.
Then a peaceful nothingness.
A spooky silence, then out of the quiet nothing comes a v... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | Gerald beamed to his left as a truck ripped through the darkness, twisting metal and crush his body in a way only a bug on the windshield can understand.
There were moments of white space filled with nothing, then a woman appeared on and walked across a newly formed white tile floor.
She wore a short black dress wi... | The straight and narrow path never appealed to me while I was alive. Now that I've died I can tell you that the crooked, winding path doesn't lead you to Heaven. Like a scenic bypass, you'll get a great glimpse of splendid vistas, and the Angels within might even wave to you before the wave you on. But they won't welco... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | The angel was telling me to go to hell. He was nice about it, sure. So nice, actually, that I barely noticed his intent until thinking about it for a second. Almost like he was tricking me into complying out of politeness. The fact that there were millions of souls behind me, all waiting in line for their turn, only ma... | [Warning] Some adult language
The Red Tape of Heaven
There is a small desk, with one man sitting at it, an empty chair sits across from him, he is flipping through paperwork and seems rather annoyed.
[God] NEXT!... have a seat.
[Morty] Where am i?
[God] You're in purgatory
[Morty] I’m sorry i didn't catch t... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful,” the man said to me, handing me back my request form... | A young woman in her early twenties was standing in front of a heavenly gate. She chewed on a piece of bubble gum while turning her computer monitor towards her 16th customer of the day. Daniel was in his thirties, but his beard was only a couple of days old.
“Stealing is usually not that much of deal in our establis... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | The angel was telling me to go to hell. He was nice about it, sure. So nice, actually, that I barely noticed his intent until thinking about it for a second. Almost like he was tricking me into complying out of politeness. The fact that there were millions of souls behind me, all waiting in line for their turn, only ma... | A young woman in her early twenties was standing in front of a heavenly gate. She chewed on a piece of bubble gum while turning her computer monitor towards her 16th customer of the day. Daniel was in his thirties, but his beard was only a couple of days old.
“Stealing is usually not that much of deal in our establis... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | "I'm sorry," the angel said. She didn't sound sorry. Her long eyelashes fluttered and she hardly looked up from her tablet. "You don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife."
Nico blinked. "What does that even mean? I get hit by a truck, I come here, and now what? I have to leave? That doesn't make any sense.... | A young woman in her early twenties was standing in front of a heavenly gate. She chewed on a piece of bubble gum while turning her computer monitor towards her 16th customer of the day. Daniel was in his thirties, but his beard was only a couple of days old.
“Stealing is usually not that much of deal in our establis... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | The angel was telling me to go to hell. He was nice about it, sure. So nice, actually, that I barely noticed his intent until thinking about it for a second. Almost like he was tricking me into complying out of politeness. The fact that there were millions of souls behind me, all waiting in line for their turn, only ma... | "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful,” the man said to me, handing me back my request form... | |
[WP] "Sorry, but you don't meet our requirements for a heavenly afterlife, here's a paper of other heavens you can try, and hells if none of those work sorted by least painful, you can always try the re-incarnation wheel, but the number of tries is numbered so be careful." | "Goodness," I replied. "I don't meet the requirements?"
"I'm sorry, sir," said the angel. "You don't."
"You're sure this isn't a mistake?" I asked.
"No mistake," the angel replied. And then, speaking compassionately, she said: "I realize this is difficult. Looking at your record, I can see you lived a stand-up life.... | None of it is what I expected. First, the color scheme -- the walls are sky blue, which is on-brand, I suppose. But the closest I get to pearly gates is the gleaming smile of the lithe blonde sitting behind the obsidian counter. "Hello, and welcome to *Heaven Platinum*! How may I help you?"
I glance at the gleaming g... | |
[WP] You have been getting repeated emails promising you life-changing amounts of money, which you delete and forget about. One day, a famous billionaire knocks on your door and asks you why you have been ignoring him | “Sweetheart, do you know where the roasted red pepper flakes are?” Shelly asked her husband, Donovan.
Donovan heard a droning hum coming from the kitchen that interrupted his drunken video game session.
“Donovan! Do you know where the roasted red pepper flakes are? Shelly repeated.
Donovan slid his headphones of... | *Ding dong*
*"*Hello!*"*
"Hello kind sir! How are you doing"
"I am doing quite well myself, who are you"
"Ahhh well sir, I came to your house because you have not been responding to me"
"Umm I am pretty sure I have not been avoiding anyone, either on the internet or in-person. Unless you are my crazy ex-girlfriend... | |
[WP] The prophecy states that the demon could only be defeated by the power of friendship and teamwork. Violence alone won't work. Well you don't like prophecies, and you're pretty sure the ones who wrote the prophecy never considered anybody would unleash nearly as much violence as you're about to. | I've got used to his laughter by now. It began like a trumpet announcing an arrival, before sloping into a wheezing tune, and then dying into silent waves that continued to wrack his body.
It never failed to make me laugh. Today was not like other days, however.
"Who would have thought?" he cried. "Who would have tho... | Friendship, they said. Teamwork. Sacrificing your own lives to bind it again. That was the cycle of the prophecy.
I hate prophecy. I hate prophets. I killed they who uttered the demon's prophecy, which, to me, was more proof they were just lies.
I was no king, to lead nations into battle. I was no mage, to tame the w... | |
[WP] The prophecy states that the demon could only be defeated by the power of friendship and teamwork. Violence alone won't work. Well you don't like prophecies, and you're pretty sure the ones who wrote the prophecy never considered anybody would unleash nearly as much violence as you're about to. | (This became a larger story than I intended so if people want me to, I will finish it later with more parts)
Part 1
“You shouldn’t take everything you hear as the truth.”
That’s… more or less, what my mom told me as she was laying upon her deathbed. No one seemed to use the term ‘deathbed’ around me, but I thought i... | Friendship, they said. Teamwork. Sacrificing your own lives to bind it again. That was the cycle of the prophecy.
I hate prophecy. I hate prophets. I killed they who uttered the demon's prophecy, which, to me, was more proof they were just lies.
I was no king, to lead nations into battle. I was no mage, to tame the w... | |
[WP]You have the superpower of being able to sense people's level of self-esteem. But one day - you encounter someone whose self-esteem you can't sense. It is, seemingly, non-existent. | \[Upward Growth\]
"Thank you for coming in, Lisa," Dana Sharp said. The pale woman in a white suit did not stand from behind her desk to greet Lisa. She simply nodded at the chair in front of her. Dana Sharp's assistant, Melody, stood close by at attention, in a black suit.
"Th-thank you, Ms. Sharp," Lisa nervously ... | I looked upon a vast and churning cityscape
where people flowed like the sea at high tide;
crashing liquid waves lifting, seeking escape
from the twin gravities of society and their lives.
To my eye, beside every sparkling soul a solid pillar rose
built without thought by the endless toiling of those
who, ... | |
[WP] You find yourself transported into the future. How far, you cannot tell, as the people have no memory of your time, or how the apocalypse started. Your town has been destroyed, and now a small community thrives there. With no way home, you're forced to face the choice to adapt, or repair. | James took off like a shot, heading due west from the entrance to Raintree. He could see the hill in the distance, and that meant one thing: home.
"Wait! Come back!" Rose called out to him before she took off after him. She had found him wandering in the woods and brought him back to town, but he had been talking nons... | Hank shuffled through the wreckage that had been a cobbler shop just moments ago. "I... don't.... I...." Hank stammered as he wildly spun around, taking in his surroundings in a blur. The world that met his eyes was a nightmarish caricature of the one he was standing in just moments ago. Buildings had toppled, streets,... | |
[WP] You get to heaven where it is explained that heaven is chosen for you by a relative who crossed the veil before you. Unfortunately for you, your heaven has been picked by great aunt Linda who in life gave you bad taste clothes, novelty gifts and ugly socks for Christmas. | I knew where I was. Happy to be here, honestly. After some of the things I had done in my life, I wasn't 100% sure where I would end up, so the sense of relief was almost overwhelming.
"GIGGLE-BEAR!" my Great Aunt Linda called out. "It seems like an eternity since I've seen you!"
"I see you haven't lost your sense of... | He woke up with a start. The last thing he remembered was the onrushing flood of stuffed bears, and then ... darkness. Now, he was in a blank white room, no door, no window, the walls mere hints of existence. What?
Slowly, he approached the walls, trying to figure out his bearing. Almost immediately, the outline of a ... | |
[WP] You are an angel of death, a reaper whose overall task is population control. You decide who's soul shall be moved to the afterlife by meeting certain quotas. You don't like that some souls are reaped early and thus give them an elaborate death to be remembered. | Most high races of the world- your elves, dwarves, orcs, fae - tend to stay in balance with the natural order.
Elves and fae may defy us reapers, but we let them be, for they can sense the divine rules they must live by and seldom exceed their limits of living souls.
Dwarves and orcs have no conscious knowledge of ... | Death stalked after the man. There was no need to, not really, the man wouldn't notice Death, but he felt it added something. Anyone could just walz up and Reap someone, but he was of the old guard; he wanted to do it in style. Not like those new upstarts. Give them a scythe and suddenly they think they're gods gift t... | |
[WP] You and the whole world are trapped in a 24 hours time loop, like the movie Groundhog Day. Except that everyone knows they are in a time loop. This is the 1,000th loop. | "Good Morning denizens of this Temporal Hell!"
I groaned awake like always. Seems a few hundred loops ago, the radio personalities lost whatever sense of propriety they had before.
"Last loop hit an all time high - 51.7 percent of goal according to the midnight announcement for the world. This is now the third strai... | The blaring of my alarm startled me awake. I took a deep breath, prayed, and looked at my phone.
Monday March 3rd.
“No!” I groaned.
“Believe it sweetie. Happy March 3rd,” Mom announced, humming to herself.
She’s happier than usual.
I got dressed and hurried downstairs, just get the day over with. Who knows what my... | |
[WP] You and the whole world are trapped in a 24 hours time loop, like the movie Groundhog Day. Except that everyone knows they are in a time loop. This is the 1,000th loop. | Sasha had to crawl on her elbows to get out of the upturned cockpit. She couldn't feel her legs, so it took a good minute to pull herself to a comfortable distance from scalding fire. Of course, she was grateful she could get out at all; she'd never forget the time her seat belt fused shut under the heat, trapping her ... | “The thousenth loop eh?” I mention to corpses around me. “Oh well, you all will get another shot at me soon.”
The clocks ticking keeps me company tell midnight, and the world begins anew.
My eyes shoot open, and my legs are already flying out and over my beds ledge, as I dash to the kitchen to grab a knife. But there h... | |
[WP] You and the whole world are trapped in a 24 hours time loop, like the movie Groundhog Day. Except that everyone knows they are in a time loop. This is the 1,000th loop. | “Bob, I swear if you shoot me again, I’m going to be mildly annoyed.” I poked my head out of the doorway, only to hear a metallic whizzing sound fly past my head, embedding itself on my door, leaving a small bullet mark behind.
I could see Bob on his porch, rocking his chair back and forth, mumbling to himself abou... | “The thousenth loop eh?” I mention to corpses around me. “Oh well, you all will get another shot at me soon.”
The clocks ticking keeps me company tell midnight, and the world begins anew.
My eyes shoot open, and my legs are already flying out and over my beds ledge, as I dash to the kitchen to grab a knife. But there h... | |
[WP] You and the whole world are trapped in a 24 hours time loop, like the movie Groundhog Day. Except that everyone knows they are in a time loop. This is the 1,000th loop. | The Czech author Milan Kundera once wrote "Einmal ist keinmal" - that is, *Once is nothing*. The idea being that, given a near-infinity of moments spread across billions of lives, any single act is of trivial importance, and that for something to truly matter, it must happen multiple times.
Czech author Milan Kundera... | “The thousenth loop eh?” I mention to corpses around me. “Oh well, you all will get another shot at me soon.”
The clocks ticking keeps me company tell midnight, and the world begins anew.
My eyes shoot open, and my legs are already flying out and over my beds ledge, as I dash to the kitchen to grab a knife. But there h... | |
[WP] When they stop being worshipped, Gods reincarnate as humans. Artemis as a sniper on the Eastern Front, Hephasteus as an Engineer... | Ares stood in the middle of war, his squad dying left and right around him, and found himself feeling sick.
The emotion startled him, almost as much as the initial rush of adrenaline and fear that had come during the initial push. He and his squad were at the front of the left flank tasked to push the enemy to the rig... | *Why does he do the things he does? How much can be linked back to him? What is his agenda? What is his end goal?*
Those are questions that have been burning in the minds of people across the world for years and years. While he's grown many critics for his disruptions in foreign diplomacy, it hasn't been severe enough... | |
[WP] An Urban Legend says there's a Grey Taxi that charges you $20 no matter how far it takes you. They say the driver only listens to the blues and wears sunglasses even at night. They say the taxi doesn't take you where you want to go...But where you *NEED* to be. | "Ey Chuck Berry, nice", Josh remarked in his highly inebriated state.
"You know it, brother", the older African gentleman nodded approvingly.
Indeed the tune of "Maybellene" was playing on the old radio. The alcohol clouded the young man's senses, so much so not even the old interior of the cab he noticed, nor the vi... | ##Something Blue and Something Gray
One night of drunken debauchery to celebrate my best friend getting married. I whisper to myself that everything will be alright. Danielle has approached me before stating that she is starting to get cold feet. Everyone is nervous before the big day. It is a huge commitment. I have ... | |
[WP] Your love of spicy food has gotten out of hand. It began with curry, mapo tofu and so on, but when they lost their luster, you ate spicier foods, even raw ghost peppers and naga vipers. Then pepper spray. Then live coals and kerosene. Now, you look up at the sun, and salivate as you prepare. | I checked the speedometer and the engine temperature on the dashboard, they all looked good. It was finally happening. I couldn’t help but look back to how I got here. It was an innocent enough story, but I could only look back a little helplessly on the path I took that could only lead to my destruction.
It all start... | That morning hangs in my mind like a crooked picture taking up too much space on a wall. A wall otherwise empty and wanting. I remember waking up and reaching over to grab a soft pillow and nothing more. Empty space where a warm body should be. I wake up to see nothing, to see those empty spaces begin to take over. It ... | |
[WP] Your daughter is afraid of the dark. To help allay her fears, you started scolding the monsters hiding under her bed. As she grew older, she started doing this herself. One evening you’re laughing outside her door as she does so, that is until you hear a very gruff voice say I’m sorry. | I push the wisps of silver away from her face, and shake my head.
"You watch. I'll get them."
I kneel down at the foot of the bed, and lower myself to see beneath it. The carpet smelled faintly of a flowery scent.
"Hey. Hey! You, under there!" I pound the carpet with a balled fist. "I catch you coming up here, I'll... | Brian yawned as he walked past Ophelia’s room. He stopped when he heard her giggle. It was late, even for him. What was she doing up, he wondered as he leaned in close to her bedroom door.
“-how to keep you away. When I say the words you are supposed to leave!” Ophelia’s little voice sounded like it did when she was ... | |
[WP] Your daughter is afraid of the dark. To help allay her fears, you started scolding the monsters hiding under her bed. As she grew older, she started doing this herself. One evening you’re laughing outside her door as she does so, that is until you hear a very gruff voice say I’m sorry. | Disclaimer: horror.
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"Are you? Did Fluffy deserve the death you gave him? You ripped him open, cotton spread everywhere, he begged to live while I tried to sew him back together, but he died before."
That's your daught... | “Goodnight dear” as I kiss my daughter’s forehead and make for the door I hear a sleepy “goodnight mummy”, as I turn off the lights a smile grows on my face, my brave little girl no longer needs me to scold the monsters under her bed, she’s not afraid anymore, it’s a good thing she grew out of it because the embarrassm... | |
[WP] Your daughter is afraid of the dark. To help allay her fears, you started scolding the monsters hiding under her bed. As she grew older, she started doing this herself. One evening you’re laughing outside her door as she does so, that is until you hear a very gruff voice say I’m sorry. | The deepest and most persistent fears are often the ones we invent ourselves, so when you were young and afraid of the dark, I would scold the monsters under your bed and in your closet so that you might sleep more easily. There were, of course, no monsters actually there - at least that I could see - but that was neve... | “Goodnight dear” as I kiss my daughter’s forehead and make for the door I hear a sleepy “goodnight mummy”, as I turn off the lights a smile grows on my face, my brave little girl no longer needs me to scold the monsters under her bed, she’s not afraid anymore, it’s a good thing she grew out of it because the embarrassm... | |
[WP] Your daughter is afraid of the dark. To help allay her fears, you started scolding the monsters hiding under her bed. As she grew older, she started doing this herself. One evening you’re laughing outside her door as she does so, that is until you hear a very gruff voice say I’m sorry. | "Stop it! Scaring is rude and mean."
I couldn't help but giggle to myself. Anna was so serious about scolding the monsters under the bed!
"I'm sorry." A gruff voice answered. It sounded deep.
Without thinking, I threw the door open and turned on the light. "What the fuck are you doing in my child's room?!"
"Mom, ... | “Goodnight dear” as I kiss my daughter’s forehead and make for the door I hear a sleepy “goodnight mummy”, as I turn off the lights a smile grows on my face, my brave little girl no longer needs me to scold the monsters under her bed, she’s not afraid anymore, it’s a good thing she grew out of it because the embarrassm... | |
[WP] Your daughter is afraid of the dark. To help allay her fears, you started scolding the monsters hiding under her bed. As she grew older, she started doing this herself. One evening you’re laughing outside her door as she does so, that is until you hear a very gruff voice say I’m sorry. | *Night 1*
"Good night, Sweetie." Jill plants a kiss on Amy's forehead and turns toward the door.
"Mommy?"
Jill turns back around at the sound of the timid voice. "What is it, Baby?"
With her teddy bear clutched to her chest, the girl whispers, "I'm sca'ed." She pulls the blankets up to the bottom of her nose. Wide... | “Goodnight dear” as I kiss my daughter’s forehead and make for the door I hear a sleepy “goodnight mummy”, as I turn off the lights a smile grows on my face, my brave little girl no longer needs me to scold the monsters under her bed, she’s not afraid anymore, it’s a good thing she grew out of it because the embarrassm... | |
[WP] Your daughter is afraid of the dark. To help allay her fears, you started scolding the monsters hiding under her bed. As she grew older, she started doing this herself. One evening you’re laughing outside her door as she does so, that is until you hear a very gruff voice say I’m sorry. | "Stop it! Scaring is rude and mean."
I couldn't help but giggle to myself. Anna was so serious about scolding the monsters under the bed!
"I'm sorry." A gruff voice answered. It sounded deep.
Without thinking, I threw the door open and turned on the light. "What the fuck are you doing in my child's room?!"
"Mom, ... | The deepest and most persistent fears are often the ones we invent ourselves, so when you were young and afraid of the dark, I would scold the monsters under your bed and in your closet so that you might sleep more easily. There were, of course, no monsters actually there - at least that I could see - but that was neve... | |
[WP] Your daughter is afraid of the dark. To help allay her fears, you started scolding the monsters hiding under her bed. As she grew older, she started doing this herself. One evening you’re laughing outside her door as she does so, that is until you hear a very gruff voice say I’m sorry. | "Stop it! Scaring is rude and mean."
I couldn't help but giggle to myself. Anna was so serious about scolding the monsters under the bed!
"I'm sorry." A gruff voice answered. It sounded deep.
Without thinking, I threw the door open and turned on the light. "What the fuck are you doing in my child's room?!"
"Mom, ... | “And I don’t want to see or hear you doing that again. I will be very angry if you do. Understand?” Her lisp was adorable, he thought, chuckling to himself as he leaned against the wall of his daughters bedroom.
“I’m sorry, Dotty. I am. I promise I’ll behave better.” The voice was gruff and slightly slurred.
Dan Jeff... | |
[WP] Your daughter is afraid of the dark. To help allay her fears, you started scolding the monsters hiding under her bed. As she grew older, she started doing this herself. One evening you’re laughing outside her door as she does so, that is until you hear a very gruff voice say I’m sorry. | *Night 1*
"Good night, Sweetie." Jill plants a kiss on Amy's forehead and turns toward the door.
"Mommy?"
Jill turns back around at the sound of the timid voice. "What is it, Baby?"
With her teddy bear clutched to her chest, the girl whispers, "I'm sca'ed." She pulls the blankets up to the bottom of her nose. Wide... | “And I don’t want to see or hear you doing that again. I will be very angry if you do. Understand?” Her lisp was adorable, he thought, chuckling to himself as he leaned against the wall of his daughters bedroom.
“I’m sorry, Dotty. I am. I promise I’ll behave better.” The voice was gruff and slightly slurred.
Dan Jeff... | |
[WP] Your daughter is afraid of the dark. To help allay her fears, you started scolding the monsters hiding under her bed. As she grew older, she started doing this herself. One evening you’re laughing outside her door as she does so, that is until you hear a very gruff voice say I’m sorry. | I have to be hearing things. I *must* be hearing things.
My laugh dissipated into the air, like a frosty breath at the end of its brief life. I stood, stock still, straining my ears to hear for more.
The door creaked slightly open, and my feet instinctively slid back, a surprised yelp escaping from the back of my th... | “And I don’t want to see or hear you doing that again. I will be very angry if you do. Understand?” Her lisp was adorable, he thought, chuckling to himself as he leaned against the wall of his daughters bedroom.
“I’m sorry, Dotty. I am. I promise I’ll behave better.” The voice was gruff and slightly slurred.
Dan Jeff... | |
[WP] On a walk home, you notice a bag with a note: "Free cat food." You've been strapped for cash and the expiration date is good so you decide to take it. You feed it to your cat that night; she seems to like it. The next morning she greets you, purring, and says in a human voice: "Good morning." | I groan and habitually crack my neck. The sound of a voice hit me, but didn't quite register. Instead, I stared on ahead at the wall. Then, I snap back to reality.
"Morning. You finally there?" Her voice quietly echoes in my barely affordable, tiny apartment.
"Morning." My brain function bad yet to kick in, as I f... | Stunned, I stammer back, "M-morning"?
My cat glides toward me, tail pointed high in the air curving down at the tip like a question mark. "I've always wanted to tell you..."
I sit on my knees, leaning in. She sits directly across from me, "I've always wanted to tell you what a total disappoinment you are. You make me... | |
[WP] If a soul has unfinished business when it dies, a specter remains at its final resting place until its business is complete. You are the most recent in a line of ‘Grave Keepers’ whose job is to send these souls to rest by completing their final wishes. | Like so many women before her, Susan had met an untimely and violent death. As a grave keeper it was not within my abilities to help anyone before they died. There were many different forms of spirits and wrights which did such things. A Grave Keeper's job was to help those who passed before their time. It was our job ... | I sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey. While the barman poured I glanced up at the TV hanging above. Nothing exciting, just the news. Apparently a soulstorm was making its way through one of the astral planes and traffic had to be averted. The pert and perky weatherdemon said it would blow itself out by the w... | |
[WP] If a soul has unfinished business when it dies, a specter remains at its final resting place until its business is complete. You are the most recent in a line of ‘Grave Keepers’ whose job is to send these souls to rest by completing their final wishes. | People think they know the world’s oldest profession, but they’re wrong. Even older is my line of work and while I also deal with stiffs, it’s strictly of the dead kind. What I am has been known by many names in many places, but these days my kind are called the Grave Keepers. Among our ranks are thieves, swindlers, mu... | I sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey. While the barman poured I glanced up at the TV hanging above. Nothing exciting, just the news. Apparently a soulstorm was making its way through one of the astral planes and traffic had to be averted. The pert and perky weatherdemon said it would blow itself out by the w... | |
[WP] If a soul has unfinished business when it dies, a specter remains at its final resting place until its business is complete. You are the most recent in a line of ‘Grave Keepers’ whose job is to send these souls to rest by completing their final wishes. | People think they know the world’s oldest profession, but they’re wrong. Even older is my line of work and while I also deal with stiffs, it’s strictly of the dead kind. What I am has been known by many names in many places, but these days my kind are called the Grave Keepers. Among our ranks are thieves, swindlers, mu... | “What?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Just tell me what you need.”
“Um. Err. Need? What do you mean? Need?”
“Look, it’s simple. You tell me what you need, I sort it out, you bugger off and I get out of here.”
“What? Where am I? Where’s ‘here’?”
“St Mary’s.”
“What am I doing here?”
“You tell me.”
“What?”
“God! I really haven... | |
[WP] If a soul has unfinished business when it dies, a specter remains at its final resting place until its business is complete. You are the most recent in a line of ‘Grave Keepers’ whose job is to send these souls to rest by completing their final wishes. | People think they know the world’s oldest profession, but they’re wrong. Even older is my line of work and while I also deal with stiffs, it’s strictly of the dead kind. What I am has been known by many names in many places, but these days my kind are called the Grave Keepers. Among our ranks are thieves, swindlers, mu... | Timothy Sterling, as he had many times before, was running late for an important meeting. While in the past his tardiness had been the result of poor time management skills, his failure to be punctual could be forgiven in this instance. Timothy was never made aware of the meeting he was to attend. This meeting had been... | |
[WP] If a soul has unfinished business when it dies, a specter remains at its final resting place until its business is complete. You are the most recent in a line of ‘Grave Keepers’ whose job is to send these souls to rest by completing their final wishes. | People think they know the world’s oldest profession, but they’re wrong. Even older is my line of work and while I also deal with stiffs, it’s strictly of the dead kind. What I am has been known by many names in many places, but these days my kind are called the Grave Keepers. Among our ranks are thieves, swindlers, mu... | Like so many women before her, Susan had met an untimely and violent death. As a grave keeper it was not within my abilities to help anyone before they died. There were many different forms of spirits and wrights which did such things. A Grave Keeper's job was to help those who passed before their time. It was our job ... | |
[WP] There exists a planet known as "The Grinder." The entire planet is a landfill, with swarms of ships constantly dumping trash on its surface. Acid rain, toxic air, falling sheet metal, unstable structures... this is life on the grinder. Against all odds, you will survive and escape this heap. | Years ago they cast me out. They called it poetic justice, sending a garbage person to the garbage. They assumed that if the fall didn’t kill me the fumes would.
They never understood me. If they had they would have never sent me to a place with so much raw material.
When the cargo doors opened my fall plunged me dee... | As you pull the knife back, you feel like you heartbeat resumes. The man looks at you with the eye, with mixed emotions: his rage is fading aways, and he now looks dull, almost as in bliss. He lets out a sigh, and drops in the mud where a reddish tint starts mixing with the water. You grab his bag, and you run back to... | |
[WP] There exists a planet known as "The Grinder." The entire planet is a landfill, with swarms of ships constantly dumping trash on its surface. Acid rain, toxic air, falling sheet metal, unstable structures... this is life on the grinder. Against all odds, you will survive and escape this heap. | The Grinder, the cesspit of the cosmos. A small planet cradled on the edge of the Vermillion star cluster, orbiting around a pale blue sun with no moon of its own and with very few planetoids close by. It was the heart of the Terran/Arganian Alliance, an entire planet uniquely devoted to stockpiling trash- it was one o... | The world around me was orange and grey. The orange of a faint, acrid mist blanketing the grey, ghastly terrain.
My onboard companion, Rickshaw, prints its distress in a corner of my vision. *<Boss? Our vessel is failing. Your vitals will begin to decay in minutes, and mine soon after.>*
I traverse the final d... | |
[WP] There exists a planet known as "The Grinder." The entire planet is a landfill, with swarms of ships constantly dumping trash on its surface. Acid rain, toxic air, falling sheet metal, unstable structures... this is life on the grinder. Against all odds, you will survive and escape this heap. | *Cronch...cronch...cronch...*
It was the cringe-inducing sound of the thousands of teeth grinding away the endless pile of trash-- collected over centuries on the landfill planet, dumped by the billions of space-faring civilizations.
"The Grinder" as its namesake, the planet was named after the huge gaping mouth of ... | Life here is terrible. Miracle was so close we could see it, but the only thing it did was remind us of the freedom we could never have. You see, about a century ago, earth had a massive population problem. When the space station discovered a new planet, it was a life saver.
Atleast they thought.
They named the new p... | |
[WP] There exists a planet known as "The Grinder." The entire planet is a landfill, with swarms of ships constantly dumping trash on its surface. Acid rain, toxic air, falling sheet metal, unstable structures... this is life on the grinder. Against all odds, you will survive and escape this heap. | {Part 1}
“Here comes a big one today folks, look at all that rubbish, dropping from the sky like mold coated snowflakes. Who knows what we will find today? Gold? Spare parts? A fresh pair of underwear? Only time will tell. Now let us begin the hunt.”
Mark leant in towards the unplugged microphone, making small che... | >**THE TESTAMENT & THE TRIBULATION**
[*Established Universe: Star Wars*]
"Please, stay with me!" I begged, hot tears forming at the corners of my eyes. "We're getting off this planet together!"
Eliza looked up at me, her eyes beginning to glaze over. She had lost too much blood. "Okay. I'll be with you. I'll ... | |
[WP] There exists a planet known as "The Grinder." The entire planet is a landfill, with swarms of ships constantly dumping trash on its surface. Acid rain, toxic air, falling sheet metal, unstable structures... this is life on the grinder. Against all odds, you will survive and escape this heap. | *Cronch...cronch...cronch...*
It was the cringe-inducing sound of the thousands of teeth grinding away the endless pile of trash-- collected over centuries on the landfill planet, dumped by the billions of space-faring civilizations.
"The Grinder" as its namesake, the planet was named after the huge gaping mouth of ... | >**THE TESTAMENT & THE TRIBULATION**
[*Established Universe: Star Wars*]
"Please, stay with me!" I begged, hot tears forming at the corners of my eyes. "We're getting off this planet together!"
Eliza looked up at me, her eyes beginning to glaze over. She had lost too much blood. "Okay. I'll be with you. I'll ... | |
[WP] There exists a planet known as "The Grinder." The entire planet is a landfill, with swarms of ships constantly dumping trash on its surface. Acid rain, toxic air, falling sheet metal, unstable structures... this is life on the grinder. Against all odds, you will survive and escape this heap. | *Cronch...cronch...cronch...*
It was the cringe-inducing sound of the thousands of teeth grinding away the endless pile of trash-- collected over centuries on the landfill planet, dumped by the billions of space-faring civilizations.
"The Grinder" as its namesake, the planet was named after the huge gaping mouth of ... | {Part 1}
“Here comes a big one today folks, look at all that rubbish, dropping from the sky like mold coated snowflakes. Who knows what we will find today? Gold? Spare parts? A fresh pair of underwear? Only time will tell. Now let us begin the hunt.”
Mark leant in towards the unplugged microphone, making small che... | |
Go nuts | [WP] “no problem can’t be solved with the liberal application of explosives “ | It was a dark peaceful night.
The kind that would only appear once in a fortnight.
I would've hoped that the peace would've lasted longer though...
"Hmm"
I stared at the strange message that had been present on my phone.
"'Congratulations you have won a special prize an unlimited supply of explosives for an enti... | "Stor, anyone yet?"
"Nothing yet, Alexson."
A pause.
"Wait"
Alexson held his breath. Being spotted could mean doom.
"It's the priest. He's going to his car. He's giving some old lady a ride home."
Alexson exhaled. Their time was soon.
The duo watched the car's yellow headlights start up, then move down the long ... |
Go nuts | [WP] “no problem can’t be solved with the liberal application of explosives “ | "As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -Vaarsuvius, Order of the Stick
See, the problem, basically, boiled down to this:
This party *sucked*.
All of the chicks- and I mean *all* of them- still had their clothes on. Hell, some seemed to ha... | "Stor, anyone yet?"
"Nothing yet, Alexson."
A pause.
"Wait"
Alexson held his breath. Being spotted could mean doom.
"It's the priest. He's going to his car. He's giving some old lady a ride home."
Alexson exhaled. Their time was soon.
The duo watched the car's yellow headlights start up, then move down the long ... |
Go nuts | [WP] “no problem can’t be solved with the liberal application of explosives “ | “Mister Darren, I’m sure the viewers at home all want to know,” The reporter said, “How you got to retire a multi-millionaire at the age of twenty-four without a job or inheritance?”
*Ah I wish I’d set up some explosives beforehand to get me out of this*, Leo Darren thought wistfully, *I mean, how am I supposed to ans... | "Stor, anyone yet?"
"Nothing yet, Alexson."
A pause.
"Wait"
Alexson held his breath. Being spotted could mean doom.
"It's the priest. He's going to his car. He's giving some old lady a ride home."
Alexson exhaled. Their time was soon.
The duo watched the car's yellow headlights start up, then move down the long ... |
Go nuts | [WP] “no problem can’t be solved with the liberal application of explosives “ | "As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -Vaarsuvius, Order of the Stick
See, the problem, basically, boiled down to this:
This party *sucked*.
All of the chicks- and I mean *all* of them- still had their clothes on. Hell, some seemed to ha... | It was a dark peaceful night.
The kind that would only appear once in a fortnight.
I would've hoped that the peace would've lasted longer though...
"Hmm"
I stared at the strange message that had been present on my phone.
"'Congratulations you have won a special prize an unlimited supply of explosives for an enti... |
[WP] An immortal in the present day takes a college archeology class on a lark only to find that the professor found some of the immortal's old diaries and is now reading them out loud to the class. | Philip sat down in the seat closest to the corner of the classroom, taking his books from under his arm and placing them on the brown oak desk. He opened the textbook, a rather expensive thing for a book of its size, but it wasn't as if money was an issue for him, after all, when your a nearly five centuries old immort... | I sat at my seat wondering what our professor was going to show us today, he'd been eluding to us that we were going to be seeing something interesting at the very least.
As the last of my peers that were going to show up today came through the door then sat down, the professor sat up in his chair then said to the who... | |
[WP] An immortal in the present day takes a college archeology class on a lark only to find that the professor found some of the immortal's old diaries and is now reading them out loud to the class. | “So as we see,” Dr. Humphries droned, “texts from the Victorian era were as much about what was omitted or hinted at than what is stated outright, even down to personal diaries - here we have a primary source from one Eliza Barrett, and though the woman was unexceptional, her journal tells us much of life during the ti... | I sat at my seat wondering what our professor was going to show us today, he'd been eluding to us that we were going to be seeing something interesting at the very least.
As the last of my peers that were going to show up today came through the door then sat down, the professor sat up in his chair then said to the who... | |
[WP] An immortal in the present day takes a college archeology class on a lark only to find that the professor found some of the immortal's old diaries and is now reading them out loud to the class. | “So as we see,” Dr. Humphries droned, “texts from the Victorian era were as much about what was omitted or hinted at than what is stated outright, even down to personal diaries - here we have a primary source from one Eliza Barrett, and though the woman was unexceptional, her journal tells us much of life during the ti... | Archeology was not something Eli was interested in learning about. Yes, artifacts found from ancient times were fascinating to the mortals surrounding him in the auditorium, but most of the shit this professor presented was basic. Dinosaur bones, old books, "magic" relics that were fakes from the real thing. It always ... | |
[WP] An immortal in the present day takes a college archeology class on a lark only to find that the professor found some of the immortal's old diaries and is now reading them out loud to the class. | I was prepared for another dry lecture about things that might have been but never were. A 21st century tale based on events that could have transpired millennia ago, based on a handful of trinkets, which no one fully understood. No one save me and a handful of others from the crash landing in what would one day be kn... | Archeology was not something Eli was interested in learning about. Yes, artifacts found from ancient times were fascinating to the mortals surrounding him in the auditorium, but most of the shit this professor presented was basic. Dinosaur bones, old books, "magic" relics that were fakes from the real thing. It always ... | |
[WP] An immortal in the present day takes a college archeology class on a lark only to find that the professor found some of the immortal's old diaries and is now reading them out loud to the class. | "Now, I have some excerpts from an anonymous diary found only a few years ago. They provide an excellent insight into what the people had on their mind at the time."
Most students are only half-listening to Prof. Larson's lecture. It's a beautiful day, and he's been talking for two hours already, droning on and on.
... | Dr. Thomas placed the flimsy, yellowed book down on the lectern in front of him. "Now for you today, I have a very interesting find. And a recent find at that: A diary that belonged to an unnamed young woman back in the '80s... the 1880s!"
Most of the class looked bored, or semi-interested at best. But Margaret... if ... | |
[WP] “The goddess of humanity was the smallest and gentlest of all the races’ guardian deities... How did humans become the most destructive species?” “They looked into an infinity of malicious gods and declared that they would protect her. And now she lives in fear of her children.” | She was like a caring mother. For any squabble between her children, she listened to both sides equally. Both perspectives were considered and a solution was always found. Any transgression was dealt with with swiftly and occasionally brutally but always fairly and justly. She was always willing to offer advice and red... | "Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then from whence comes evil?" -Attributed to Epicurus by David Hume.
“The gods are proud, she is humble.
The gods boast, she questions.
The gods have secrets, she s... | |
[WP] “The goddess of humanity was the smallest and gentlest of all the races’ guardian deities... How did humans become the most destructive species?” “They looked into an infinity of malicious gods and declared that they would protect her. And now she lives in fear of her children.” | In the beginning there was nothing. Nothing that stretched on and on forever although forever was too small a concept to embrace that empty space. For an eternity or for a moment that was the state of all things. The moment after brought first dust, then light, and finally something more. They started pure of form, eac... | "Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then from whence comes evil?" -Attributed to Epicurus by David Hume.
“The gods are proud, she is humble.
The gods boast, she questions.
The gods have secrets, she s... | |
[WP] “The goddess of humanity was the smallest and gentlest of all the races’ guardian deities... How did humans become the most destructive species?” “They looked into an infinity of malicious gods and declared that they would protect her. And now she lives in fear of her children.” | Inside an interrogation chamber, deep within one of the great war machines of the Zzyth fleet, a single human sat tied to a chair.
He was bare chested, and the Interrogator could see the scars that lined every inch of his body. These faint white lines were crossed and covered by more recent wounds. Cuts, bruises and ... | "Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then from whence comes evil?" -Attributed to Epicurus by David Hume.
“The gods are proud, she is humble.
The gods boast, she questions.
The gods have secrets, she s... |
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