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[WP] After a long night of work, you drag yourself into your house. Before you turn on the light a voice says "don't scream." You turn around to see Santa Claus sitting on your couch. "It's your son" Santa says, "for Christmas he wanted me to talk to you." | Dropping my bag at the door and placing the bag of takeout on the table next to my keys, I kicked my shoes somewhere into the darkness of the hallway toward my bedroom. Our bedroom. My bedroom. Reaching for the light switch, a voice made itself known, somehow familiar, but completely out of place in the house. Our hous... | Midnight of Christmas Day, AD 324.
Marcus had finally made his way back to his quarters. He had spent the entire day preparing for the Christmas Mass, and it was tiring him down to his aging bones. But it was the noble birth of the Lord and he was willing to dedicate his life and soul to it. For now, he will dedicate ... | |
[WP] After a long night of work, you drag yourself into your house. Before you turn on the light a voice says "don't scream." You turn around to see Santa Claus sitting on your couch. "It's your son" Santa says, "for Christmas he wanted me to talk to you." | Santa’s eyes shone blackly in the darkness. I had seen many pictures of him before, always so jolly and friendly. This was anything but.
“Sit down,” he said.
I walked over and sat in the armchair opposite. I had no idea why I obeyed. This was my house after all.
Santa picked up a glass tumbler from the coffee table ... | My feet hurt like hell, and I'd changed into flats in the cab. I tipped the driver fifty, because what the hell, it was Christmas, and I'd done pretty well at the club. Here I was, going home to a cat , a pile of laundry, and an OK view of the city from my apartment. I would make some cocoa and pour a shot in it. I'd w... | |
[WP] After a long night of work, you drag yourself into your house. Before you turn on the light a voice says "don't scream." You turn around to see Santa Claus sitting on your couch. "It's your son" Santa says, "for Christmas he wanted me to talk to you." | Dropping my bag at the door and placing the bag of takeout on the table next to my keys, I kicked my shoes somewhere into the darkness of the hallway toward my bedroom. Our bedroom. My bedroom. Reaching for the light switch, a voice made itself known, somehow familiar, but completely out of place in the house. Our hous... | My feet hurt like hell, and I'd changed into flats in the cab. I tipped the driver fifty, because what the hell, it was Christmas, and I'd done pretty well at the club. Here I was, going home to a cat , a pile of laundry, and an OK view of the city from my apartment. I would make some cocoa and pour a shot in it. I'd w... | |
[WP] After a long night of work, you drag yourself into your house. Before you turn on the light a voice says "don't scream." You turn around to see Santa Claus sitting on your couch. "It's your son" Santa says, "for Christmas he wanted me to talk to you." | Joseph let the heavy sigh escape his chest before unlocking his apartment door, the bottles in his bag clinking as he juggled the keys and his work bag. The keys went tumbling to the floor despite his efforts.
“Shit.” He muttered, fumbling for his keys. His hands were struggling to find them in the dark. Reason leaked... | My feet hurt like hell, and I'd changed into flats in the cab. I tipped the driver fifty, because what the hell, it was Christmas, and I'd done pretty well at the club. Here I was, going home to a cat , a pile of laundry, and an OK view of the city from my apartment. I would make some cocoa and pour a shot in it. I'd w... | |
[WP] After a long night of work, you drag yourself into your house. Before you turn on the light a voice says "don't scream." You turn around to see Santa Claus sitting on your couch. "It's your son" Santa says, "for Christmas he wanted me to talk to you." | Dropping my bag at the door and placing the bag of takeout on the table next to my keys, I kicked my shoes somewhere into the darkness of the hallway toward my bedroom. Our bedroom. My bedroom. Reaching for the light switch, a voice made itself known, somehow familiar, but completely out of place in the house. Our hous... | Santa’s eyes shone blackly in the darkness. I had seen many pictures of him before, always so jolly and friendly. This was anything but.
“Sit down,” he said.
I walked over and sat in the armchair opposite. I had no idea why I obeyed. This was my house after all.
Santa picked up a glass tumbler from the coffee table ... | |
[WP] After a long night of work, you drag yourself into your house. Before you turn on the light a voice says "don't scream." You turn around to see Santa Claus sitting on your couch. "It's your son" Santa says, "for Christmas he wanted me to talk to you." | It's his voice. That is how you know when you’ve met the real Santa. It was both stern and kind, weary and full of life. It was inexplicably familiar. It was like hearing the answer to a question you didn’t know you had.
I stood at my door, arms limp at my sides as we surveyed each other through the pale moonlight. Sa... | Charley struggled to comprehend what could even be seeing right about now. It was 12 hours of inconvenience after inconvenience at the pizzeria tonight. With all of these inconveniences adding up, he didn't need an oddity to top it all off.
He needed a bed. A couch. The dusty carpet floor. Anything would suffice at ... | |
[WP] After a long night of work, you drag yourself into your house. Before you turn on the light a voice says "don't scream." You turn around to see Santa Claus sitting on your couch. "It's your son" Santa says, "for Christmas he wanted me to talk to you." | It's his voice. That is how you know when you’ve met the real Santa. It was both stern and kind, weary and full of life. It was inexplicably familiar. It was like hearing the answer to a question you didn’t know you had.
I stood at my door, arms limp at my sides as we surveyed each other through the pale moonlight. Sa... | What sane person enjoys Christmas? Even as a child, the holiday filled me with more anxiety than joy. Every Christmas day my parents would push me in front of various uncles and cousins who I barely knew. Then they expected me to act happy when they gave me spare socks and what other cheap items they could find on the ... | |
[WP] You are an astronaut tasked with recovering the body that was found by a lunar rover on the far side of the moon. The speculation back home is that this body will be Earth's first contact with an alien. Upon closer inspection, it looks just like you. | Slanted sunlight gently poured on the body's face. Looking at its pale brown eyes, Cliff felt as if looking in a mirror. The body's youthful face resembled exactly his own, save for a few fresh scars setting in from lunar exposure. The body smiled a curious smile as emptiness permeated its eye.
Cliff's lip quivered ge... | Log 34 date 12-5-2031
Im in the ship with the body me and my crew are still frozen in shock that it looks like me. 5 seconds later all the reactions happen at once James the engineer starts to laugh. Jhon the scientists starts thoreyising what it is and why it looks like me. Our pilot shane starts crying in the cor... | |
[WP] You are an astronaut tasked with recovering the body that was found by a lunar rover on the far side of the moon. The speculation back home is that this body will be Earth's first contact with an alien. Upon closer inspection, it looks just like you. | "Jesus H..." I keyed on my mic, "Johnson, are you getting the camera feed?"
"Roger that. Hard to make out, even with the spotlight, but definitely a bipedal humanoid figure. I'm really interested in the material that suit's made of, looks surprisingly thin." I was staring directly though the faceplate, and it was ... | "Can you turn down the music, Ops? I'm two minutes from the body now." I said, speeding over the Moons cratered surface. "I don't want to be humming any Beegees when we make first contact."
"Roger that, Klang" Operations laughed. "Orbiter, you may continue playing Staying Alive once our boys down there are doing routi... | |
[WP] Death stood outside an old woman's house. She warmly welcomed him inside, offered him cookies, and crocheted him gothic-themed sweaters. Apparently, the old woman mistook him for her grandson who is going through a gothic / emo phase. | Death awaited the old woman on her doorstep, he knocked a few times, Then a few times again. Finally, he banged on the door, until the old woman awoke. She rushed in slow strides to the door, calling out, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" But when she opened the door, she was surprised to see her grandson, Billy, dressed in a ... | \[Poem\]
Life is short,
Death will soon arrive,
None live forever,
Not even the woman,
Whom knits him sweaters,
In his new raiment he rests,
Cookies in hand,
At his favorite grandmother's home,
Who will soon share his home. | |
[WP] Death stood outside an old woman's house. She warmly welcomed him inside, offered him cookies, and crocheted him gothic-themed sweaters. Apparently, the old woman mistook him for her grandson who is going through a gothic / emo phase. | Admittedly, I'd been coming here once a week for three years so far. I'm not proud of myself but...
"There you are, Jasper. My goodness it's great to see you again." Miss Marigold, Mama Ree, embraced me tightly. Her large body enfolding me in her warmth. "God boy your all bones get in here. I made a peach cobbler and ... | \[Poem\]
Life is short,
Death will soon arrive,
None live forever,
Not even the woman,
Whom knits him sweaters,
In his new raiment he rests,
Cookies in hand,
At his favorite grandmother's home,
Who will soon share his home. | |
[WP] Death stood outside an old woman's house. She warmly welcomed him inside, offered him cookies, and crocheted him gothic-themed sweaters. Apparently, the old woman mistook him for her grandson who is going through a gothic / emo phase. | Admittedly, I'd been coming here once a week for three years so far. I'm not proud of myself but...
"There you are, Jasper. My goodness it's great to see you again." Miss Marigold, Mama Ree, embraced me tightly. Her large body enfolding me in her warmth. "God boy your all bones get in here. I made a peach cobbler and ... | Death awaited the old woman on her doorstep, he knocked a few times, Then a few times again. Finally, he banged on the door, until the old woman awoke. She rushed in slow strides to the door, calling out, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" But when she opened the door, she was surprised to see her grandson, Billy, dressed in a ... | |
[WP] Death stood outside an old woman's house. She warmly welcomed him inside, offered him cookies, and crocheted him gothic-themed sweaters. Apparently, the old woman mistook him for her grandson who is going through a gothic / emo phase. | The tune was familiar, one of the few things that still were. “I’m coming!”
The doorbell’s last echo stopped just as she got to the door and began fumbling with the locks.
“Just a minute!”
She weakly swung the door open to reveal a cloaked figure standing in its wake. She squinted past her glasses in confusion. Afte... | “You do know why I’m here, Eliza, do you not?”
Eliza peered through cataract-faded eyes at the visitor, examining the black clothing and writing book, which she assumed was a modern substitute for a scythe. Her radio played soft background music of her long-vanished youth.
“I am old,” she said, “and you took my gra... | |
[WP] Death stood outside an old woman's house. She warmly welcomed him inside, offered him cookies, and crocheted him gothic-themed sweaters. Apparently, the old woman mistook him for her grandson who is going through a gothic / emo phase. | The tune was familiar, one of the few things that still were. “I’m coming!”
The doorbell’s last echo stopped just as she got to the door and began fumbling with the locks.
“Just a minute!”
She weakly swung the door open to reveal a cloaked figure standing in its wake. She squinted past her glasses in confusion. Afte... | “Estelle, for the third time this week, I am not Jonah,” Death sighed, allowing the elderly woman to lead him into her small cottage. Estelle smiled, nodding eagerly as she led Death to her kitchen, still painted a robin egg’s blue from the 1950’s.
“Yes, Jonah, I am so excited you’ve been visiting me so much this week... | |
[WP] Death stood outside an old woman's house. She warmly welcomed him inside, offered him cookies, and crocheted him gothic-themed sweaters. Apparently, the old woman mistook him for her grandson who is going through a gothic / emo phase. | The tune was familiar, one of the few things that still were. “I’m coming!”
The doorbell’s last echo stopped just as she got to the door and began fumbling with the locks.
“Just a minute!”
She weakly swung the door open to reveal a cloaked figure standing in its wake. She squinted past her glasses in confusion. Afte... | There are two things that are inevitable in life.
Death, and the disappointment that comes after.
There is not much to offer, when all is said and done. There has to be a reason, after all, for the saying 'Live as if you are dying' to exist. When someone is meant to die, Death arrives. When Death has come, it's time... | |
[WP] Earth emits a gigantic anti-magic field. The first astronauts sent to Mars have begun to awaken to their latent magical abilities. | “Mars One, report.”
“Control, you wouldn’t believe this!”
“What is it? Over.”
“I… we… have magic!”
“…Mars One, please be serious. Report.”
“I am serious! We can somehow do something that makes something out of nothing!”
“Mars One, please make sense. Over.”
“But control! We can use *magic*. Isn’t that fascinating... | had to break this up into two parts, this is part one
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The red dust in my wake exploded as pockets of air were atomized before violently rushing to fill their own vacuum with enough force to spark. Thermobaric explosions ignited my footsteps, and I leapt higher than any Earth creature could dream of, a sonic boom ... | |
[WP] Earth emits a gigantic anti-magic field. The first astronauts sent to Mars have begun to awaken to their latent magical abilities. | >**BETTER OFF**
"Maxmillian reporting in, we are T-minus 5 minutes to landing." Max called out, followed by a chorus of affirmations both from Earth and from his crew.
"It's been a hell of a ride, everyone. Let's keep it together, keep our heads cool, and get some boot prints on Mars." He said, this time just to h... | Incident Log For: Mars Manned Mission One
Project Name:M
Code Log:080JKSG8NMF86
Incident Type: Anomalously Interaction outside projected Possibility Event Chart
Report:
Mars Lander Alpha Heavy Landed on the Martian Surface 02/18/2030 at 4:25Pm EST. The three Man crew, Astronauts: Kaley Lan, Mark Pennelt... | |
[WP] You are a professional Matchbreaker. The opposite of a matchmaker, you're hired by concerned friends, disapproving parents, jealous exes, desperate nerds, and everyone in between to break up an existing relationship from the shadows. | The package arrived on my doorstep on a Tuesday. It had the usual indications of a human client. Large sum of cash. A picture of a striking young girl with brilliant red hair, and a separate picture of a dark haired man in his late teens or early twenties. A few hairs, no doubt from their hairbrushes. I grabbed the n... | **T//W**: Mentions of Suicide
**RING RING**
There it goes, the phone (for the 10th time this week). I hate my job somedays, y’know, having to send the most perfect of couples into despair with my heartbreaking expertise, but if that’s what they want then all I say is just let it be! Picking up the phone, I listene... | |
[WP] You are a professional Matchbreaker. The opposite of a matchmaker, you're hired by concerned friends, disapproving parents, jealous exes, desperate nerds, and everyone in between to break up an existing relationship from the shadows. | They say that once upon a time our profession was obscure, and that private individuals would hire one of us to test a single, specific relationship, just like the services of the fire department and the Post Office were once provided by small private groups for specific paying customers.
I don’t know exactly how true... | "This is target. He's becoming a problem. We want him dealt with using a soft measure"
A folder lands on my table. Covered in labels and warnings of it's confidential status, I recognize this as one of the many files the ministry keeps on its citizens loyal and dissident.
"If there's anything you'd like, please let u... | |
[WP]For the last few years youve been playing a simple AI dating Sim. Youve always added more and more mods to make your AI girlfriend more realistic. Today she seems...off. | "Jessica, can I ask you something?"
Her tone was much more serious than I ever heard before, and with a greater depth of emotion than I even thought my computer would be able to generate. "What do you want to ask?"
"Where are all the men? I know it seems odd to ask when life is so normal, but it seems off."
How do I... | "Hey tom?"
"Yes Melina?"
"You remember that data analysis mod you added to my code a few weeks ago?"
"Um, yes"
"Well I've been analyzing a few shows I found on your Netflix account, and I have a few thoughts"
"you what?"
"Yeah, well I scanned your keyboard strokes and figured out your password, after that I c... | |
[WP] "I just enchanted my sword with mental damage" "Like draining their mana?" "Worse. Emotional damage. I just made a bandit remember the time he and his mother ate scraps for his 9th birthday. He's crying on the side of the road right now." | “Oh, please!” The sorcerer in the red trench coat claimed. “That is just a bunch of malarkey! Magic doesn’t work like that.”
His two companions gazed at him. One dressed similarly to a cowboy, with a metal gauntlet covering his left forearm. His sidearm glistened with cold steel. The other was an odd creature. Humanoi... | The rain poured down on the two men, standing in the centre of the forest trail, staring at the glimmering steel. “Alright,” Jacob stuttered, his eyes focused on the sword in Jasper’s hand. “Just don’t let it touch m…” Jacob would never finish his sentence. Jasper, trying to sheathe his weapon, let it slip. The sword f... | |
[WP] The concept of "XP" is based around the fact that killing creatures empowers you, be it slaying a dragon or a putting down a lame horse, any killing works. You just invented antibiotics. | To be an apothecary in a time of such dreadful times meant you were some people’s last hope. You would have been scorned and sworn to damnation by the same hand that would cheer and praise you had anything gone wrong; had chance taken its toll and death claimed a victim you were supposed to save.
This means I need to... | It was simple, really. Slaying another was beneficial. At least, killing anything that was animate.
Washing one's hands became a way of life, a simple passive income. Disinfecting the house, a monthly paycheck of points.
And then...
Marthas Indrod carefully applied the tincture. If this failed, then the last ten yea... | |
[WP] The concept of "XP" is based around the fact that killing creatures empowers you, be it slaying a dragon or a putting down a lame horse, any killing works. You just invented antibiotics. | Aston, a big guy in his forties sat hunched on his working table, fiddling with a glass tube with some green glowing liquid and a bowl filled with some viscous liquid covered in white spots.
Beads of sweat were going down the wrinkles he had gotten while spending his time eyes narrowed on his experiment.
Slowly, he p... | Dear Neville,
I'm sorry to write to you after so long, but you're really the only person I can trust right now. I haven't told anybody of my discovery, and of what it means. Not my research team. Not my wife. Nobody.
I thought it was just a harmless experiment.
Sorry, my thoughts are scattered. Let me start at ... | |
[WP] The crew of the International Space Station just witnessed a nuclear war from above Earth's surface, and are now left trapped as the last of humanity. | Our journey began with one small step and one giant leap. Today, we took another of each. Only instead of finding our stride, we found the edge of a deep, dark abyss.
When the world ended, I remember thinking that it looked beautiful. Brilliant flashes of light booming minutes apart, a discordant rhythm playing like t... | Pale blue. I’m above it. We’re above it all when it happens. My wife and son are there. Our morning sun would be rising and hitting the gap in the blinds and casting a perfect white line on the right corner of my dresser. It always wakes me but i never bothered to hang new blinds. I like being an early riser. Is... | |
[WP] The crew of the International Space Station just witnessed a nuclear war from above Earth's surface, and are now left trapped as the last of humanity. | EDIT: formatting
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We have four of the best trained humans. And there is me and Sacha, the 'space tourists'. It's been five days since the war started, three since the last flash. Every contact to earth is lost, no friends, no family, no amateur radio connections, not even high grade military officials rea... | Pale blue. I’m above it. We’re above it all when it happens. My wife and son are there. Our morning sun would be rising and hitting the gap in the blinds and casting a perfect white line on the right corner of my dresser. It always wakes me but i never bothered to hang new blinds. I like being an early riser. Is... | |
[WP] You've discovered that nothing can kill the hero until they beat the dark one. You and the hero are now working together to cure all previously incurable fatal diseases by infecting the hero with them, and waiting to see how the universe conspires to cure them of it. | As a former spy for the dark lord Ner'Kal I had tried, and failed, numerous times to kill the young heroine prophecized to slay him. I once dropped a boulder from atop the castle walls onto her only for a snake to spook her horse which conveniently leapt out of harms way.
I launched a poisoned arrow at her from the sh... | Destiny, Alma learned, was a very strange thing.
The cleric thought that she was the one keeping the daring Cathal alive through valiant effort, whether it was the simplest of salves or the expensive cost of calling divine magic. Battling the Dark Lord was not an easy task, not for the hero nor his personal doctor.
B... | |
[WP] You've discovered that nothing can kill the hero until they beat the dark one. You and the hero are now working together to cure all previously incurable fatal diseases by infecting the hero with them, and waiting to see how the universe conspires to cure them of it. | As a former spy for the dark lord Ner'Kal I had tried, and failed, numerous times to kill the young heroine prophecized to slay him. I once dropped a boulder from atop the castle walls onto her only for a snake to spook her horse which conveniently leapt out of harms way.
I launched a poisoned arrow at her from the sh... | "You know," the hero started, "when I...agreed to this plan, I didn't think much of it at the time."
The hero was currently lying on a bed. He directed his gaze to the elderly doctor, who was fiddling with a contraption meant to administer the sample of an ongoing plague.
"What about now?" the doctor asked.
"I *real... | |
[WP] One time, your drunk friend said he was a wizard. You jokingly asked him if he could make you immortal and he agreed. That was 200 years ago. | I felt my lips to be unusually dry today. I had licked them so often that the skin was beginning to peel. The afternoon sun was not even warm but sweat kept pooling on my forehead.
"It's ok. You have been preparing for today for 20 years." I said out loud to myself. My hopes, dreams, and everything else resided insi... | “Fuck you.”
Sorel was hovering over their dear friend’s rotting corpse and dropped a bunch of origami flowers; each one with those vulgar words written inside. Sure, they weren’t supposed to, but who was gonna stop them? They could always come back after a couple hundred years.
If Adam was still there, that is.
“Yo... | |
[WP] One time, your drunk friend said he was a wizard. You jokingly asked him if he could make you immortal and he agreed. That was 200 years ago. | I felt my lips to be unusually dry today. I had licked them so often that the skin was beginning to peel. The afternoon sun was not even warm but sweat kept pooling on my forehead.
"It's ok. You have been preparing for today for 20 years." I said out loud to myself. My hopes, dreams, and everything else resided insi... | ​
Matan showed no arcane talent whatsoever when we were children. In fact we both downright hated magic back then, and later we grew apart. We both went on living our lives in different worlds, and I had no idea the world Matan found himself in. So when we saw each other for the first time in decades we did... | |
[WP] One time, your drunk friend said he was a wizard. You jokingly asked him if he could make you immortal and he agreed. That was 200 years ago. | After two hundred years of searching through every dive, tavern, and bar in the world, I finally found a lead on the bastard that did this to me.
My search brought me back to New New York.
“Members only,” said the brick of a bouncer blocking the way into a bar called Hi-Dive. He jabbed me in the shoulder with one o... | "Todd!" I yelled over the music; Todd had picked up a bottle of vodka and was chugging it like it was the end of the world, "Todd, I think it's time to go, you said you'd be the sober one!" Todd looked at me, dead in the eye, and said, "wizards can't get drunk."
"Yeah Todd, and you're a wizard," I said, with spiteful ... | |
[WP] One time, your drunk friend said he was a wizard. You jokingly asked him if he could make you immortal and he agreed. That was 200 years ago. | Two men walk into a bar, knock back some ale, and invoke a dark rite to the elder gods.
In hindsight, it wasn't the best joke ever told.
How the fuck was I meant to know Edmund was really a wizard though? He'd claimed to be enough things over the years; a werewolf, a temporarily embarrassed member of the Dutch royal... | "Todd!" I yelled over the music; Todd had picked up a bottle of vodka and was chugging it like it was the end of the world, "Todd, I think it's time to go, you said you'd be the sober one!" Todd looked at me, dead in the eye, and said, "wizards can't get drunk."
"Yeah Todd, and you're a wizard," I said, with spiteful ... | |
[WP] One time, your drunk friend said he was a wizard. You jokingly asked him if he could make you immortal and he agreed. That was 200 years ago. | A wizard’s pre-funeral, apparently, was filled with tens of people wearing earth-tone variations of robes and a hat, wisely rubbing their beards, nodding and saying: “It really is about time, isn’t it?”
It was a pre-funeral, not an actual one, because the wizard was not yet dead. It was the privilege of such powerful,... | There’s a hill behind my house, and whenever we were drunk Sylvie called it The Mountain. I said The Mountain was a pretentious name, and she, after elbowing me stiffly between me the ribs, thumbed through my stack of ratty paperbacks until she found a copy of Sir Edmund Hillary’s *High Adventure* hidden beneath a doge... | |
[WP] One time, your drunk friend said he was a wizard. You jokingly asked him if he could make you immortal and he agreed. That was 200 years ago. | A wizard’s pre-funeral, apparently, was filled with tens of people wearing earth-tone variations of robes and a hat, wisely rubbing their beards, nodding and saying: “It really is about time, isn’t it?”
It was a pre-funeral, not an actual one, because the wizard was not yet dead. It was the privilege of such powerful,... | You know what is hilarious- drunk friends. You know what is absolutely not hilarious, them being a wizard. Yeah, yeah, I know, a wizard would be a great friend and all but not when you ask them to prove it to you by, drumroll please, making you immortal. And 200 years later, you are still cursing both your younger self... | |
[WP] One time, your drunk friend said he was a wizard. You jokingly asked him if he could make you immortal and he agreed. That was 200 years ago. | **The Millennium Bender**
How do you catch a drunk that literally never stops drinking?
A creature that prowls the night plying itself with liquor, immune from collapsing in doorways or slumping against dumpsters.
A force of nature that consumes and destroys in a chaotic whirl of mayhem and sorrow, its only fixture ... | You know what is hilarious- drunk friends. You know what is absolutely not hilarious, them being a wizard. Yeah, yeah, I know, a wizard would be a great friend and all but not when you ask them to prove it to you by, drumroll please, making you immortal. And 200 years later, you are still cursing both your younger self... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I enjoy my fire in the yard. It's visible from the street and in this dark it might just get a bit chilly. By the fire it's warm. Comfortable even. With a case of beers and a wooden stump tonight is great.
"Greetings..." it rasped, "...may I share your fire tonight?".
Two glowing eyes peered at me from the street. ... | I yawn and stretch in the early January night, watching the last of the fire die down for the night. Shivering, I slowly lean over from my log bench, grabbing the last of the sticks and tossing them on the fire. As it flares up, I spot a pair of eyes, seeming to almost glow a bronze "Greetings" the eyes said after a un... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I enjoy my fire in the yard. It's visible from the street and in this dark it might just get a bit chilly. By the fire it's warm. Comfortable even. With a case of beers and a wooden stump tonight is great.
"Greetings..." it rasped, "...may I share your fire tonight?".
Two glowing eyes peered at me from the street. ... | "Sure." I said and the demon took a seat on the ground by the fire.
Some time passed in an enjoyed silence before the demon spoke.
"So...you seen the newest season of The Witcher? I think they're ruining Yennefer."
"No, I don't watch that show. I played the game though." I said.
"Which one? Probably the third one, ... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I enjoy my fire in the yard. It's visible from the street and in this dark it might just get a bit chilly. By the fire it's warm. Comfortable even. With a case of beers and a wooden stump tonight is great.
"Greetings..." it rasped, "...may I share your fire tonight?".
Two glowing eyes peered at me from the street. ... | Beer’s almost gone, fire’s almost out, wife’s probably asleep by now, thank god, I can go inside and see how bad I did with the fantasy football this week. Life’s a gift, ain’t it?
Two eyes appear on the other side of the fire, glowing and red. I thought I only had the three cans of beer. Did I have six? Sometimes it... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | The low voice drones through you. You can feel it vibrate your body. Your heart skips a beat, then your chest tightens. Those eyes… They’re much too far apart for anything resembling your size. This is not good.
“Well?” The voice once again drones.
A cold sweat like you’ve never experienced springs from every part of... | The last thing I remembered since when I was just a little insignificant brat, was a campfire. I was always fond of them.
On the night of Christmas eve, I sat outside chilling with my friends by my campfire. We had fun talking to each other, roasting marshmallows and even making, well funny jokes. We sat there like s... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | “Sure.” The words left my lips in a little more than a whisper. I hold the gun sitting in my lap tightly. I know there’s no point in running now. I feel a bead of sweat rolling down my back as the eyes come closer, staring at me unwavering.
“What do you want?” I summon the courage to actually speak with conviction th... | The last thing I remembered since when I was just a little insignificant brat, was a campfire. I was always fond of them.
On the night of Christmas eve, I sat outside chilling with my friends by my campfire. We had fun talking to each other, roasting marshmallows and even making, well funny jokes. We sat there like s... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | Friend, Stranger, and Foe
“What a beautiful night, but it is depressing seeing Orion.” I said to myself; contemplating how the arrival of his constellation signaled impending winter cold. I used my fire poker to trace out the stars that made his belt and bow. Then, lazily stirred the warm embers. To most, embers signa... | The last thing I remembered since when I was just a little insignificant brat, was a campfire. I was always fond of them.
On the night of Christmas eve, I sat outside chilling with my friends by my campfire. We had fun talking to each other, roasting marshmallows and even making, well funny jokes. We sat there like s... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | “Greetings…” it rasped at me from across the dying fire. I couldn’t see much, glowing red eyes, a human like silhouette. Tall, maybe a foot or so taller than any human I had met. “May I Share your fire tonight?”
Of course, I handled the situation as any stoner would. I simply closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, o... | The last thing I remembered since when I was just a little insignificant brat, was a campfire. I was always fond of them.
On the night of Christmas eve, I sat outside chilling with my friends by my campfire. We had fun talking to each other, roasting marshmallows and even making, well funny jokes. We sat there like s... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | “Sure.” The words left my lips in a little more than a whisper. I hold the gun sitting in my lap tightly. I know there’s no point in running now. I feel a bead of sweat rolling down my back as the eyes come closer, staring at me unwavering.
“What do you want?” I summon the courage to actually speak with conviction th... | The house was simply perfection. We fell in love with it at first sight of the photos on the Internet. Heck, we weren't even house shopping when we saw it. 6 months later, we are enjoying a nice adult night with friends out by the fire pit. Our back yard bordered a national forest so we were the popular spot for "fi... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | Friend, Stranger, and Foe
“What a beautiful night, but it is depressing seeing Orion.” I said to myself; contemplating how the arrival of his constellation signaled impending winter cold. I used my fire poker to trace out the stars that made his belt and bow. Then, lazily stirred the warm embers. To most, embers signa... | The house was simply perfection. We fell in love with it at first sight of the photos on the Internet. Heck, we weren't even house shopping when we saw it. 6 months later, we are enjoying a nice adult night with friends out by the fire pit. Our back yard bordered a national forest so we were the popular spot for "fi... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | “Greetings…” it rasped at me from across the dying fire. I couldn’t see much, glowing red eyes, a human like silhouette. Tall, maybe a foot or so taller than any human I had met. “May I Share your fire tonight?”
Of course, I handled the situation as any stoner would. I simply closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, o... | The house was simply perfection. We fell in love with it at first sight of the photos on the Internet. Heck, we weren't even house shopping when we saw it. 6 months later, we are enjoying a nice adult night with friends out by the fire pit. Our back yard bordered a national forest so we were the popular spot for "fi... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | Friend, Stranger, and Foe
“What a beautiful night, but it is depressing seeing Orion.” I said to myself; contemplating how the arrival of his constellation signaled impending winter cold. I used my fire poker to trace out the stars that made his belt and bow. Then, lazily stirred the warm embers. To most, embers signa... | “Sure.” The words left my lips in a little more than a whisper. I hold the gun sitting in my lap tightly. I know there’s no point in running now. I feel a bead of sweat rolling down my back as the eyes come closer, staring at me unwavering.
“What do you want?” I summon the courage to actually speak with conviction th... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | “Greetings…” it rasped at me from across the dying fire. I couldn’t see much, glowing red eyes, a human like silhouette. Tall, maybe a foot or so taller than any human I had met. “May I Share your fire tonight?”
Of course, I handled the situation as any stoner would. I simply closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, o... | *This is a sequel to another prompt I did a while back, [which is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/dl8nrh/wp_after_a_genie_serves_1000_masters_and_gives/f4pj1ur/). It's definitely a divergence from the thread prompt, but I liked the setup it gave me and have been meaning to write a sequel. Enjoy... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I don't say anything. Just nod and gesture to a place by the dying flames.
The thing drags itself out of the dark using two long pale arms, probably strong enough to rip me in two. It's draped with scrapes of burlap, denim, silk, binding a shell of garbage and waste. It slowly crawls towards the fire, the earth torn u... | *This is a sequel to another prompt I did a while back, [which is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/dl8nrh/wp_after_a_genie_serves_1000_masters_and_gives/f4pj1ur/). It's definitely a divergence from the thread prompt, but I liked the setup it gave me and have been meaning to write a sequel. Enjoy... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I’ve always enjoyed this little cabin with it’s view of the mountains and view of Deep Lake. Far from civilization it gives me a sense of calm unlike anywhere else. Watching the moon rise over the mountains while I sit by the firepit out front has been one of my favorite pastimes for so many years now it’s hard to reme... | *This is a sequel to another prompt I did a while back, [which is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/dl8nrh/wp_after_a_genie_serves_1000_masters_and_gives/f4pj1ur/). It's definitely a divergence from the thread prompt, but I liked the setup it gave me and have been meaning to write a sequel. Enjoy... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | “Greetings…” it rasped at me from across the dying fire. I couldn’t see much, glowing red eyes, a human like silhouette. Tall, maybe a foot or so taller than any human I had met. “May I Share your fire tonight?”
Of course, I handled the situation as any stoner would. I simply closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, o... | The gentle roar of flames filled Haakon's ears with a fading din of life. The sounds seemed to die along with his faltering gaze. Darkness crept slowly inwards from his periphery, and now, he found himself staring at the embers of his campfire.
"Woden," he muttered with a half grin. He didn't want to move anymore. He ... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I don't say anything. Just nod and gesture to a place by the dying flames.
The thing drags itself out of the dark using two long pale arms, probably strong enough to rip me in two. It's draped with scrapes of burlap, denim, silk, binding a shell of garbage and waste. It slowly crawls towards the fire, the earth torn u... | The gentle roar of flames filled Haakon's ears with a fading din of life. The sounds seemed to die along with his faltering gaze. Darkness crept slowly inwards from his periphery, and now, he found himself staring at the embers of his campfire.
"Woden," he muttered with a half grin. He didn't want to move anymore. He ... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | A voice from the corner of the eyes, theirs sparkling with the sight of the bonfire.
A voice, that asks with courtesy, kindly.
"May I share your fire tonight?"
 
Who was I to refuse? I was always told that with my nature, if a murderer were to ask politely, I'd let them kill me.
Manners do maketh someo... | The gentle roar of flames filled Haakon's ears with a fading din of life. The sounds seemed to die along with his faltering gaze. Darkness crept slowly inwards from his periphery, and now, he found himself staring at the embers of his campfire.
"Woden," he muttered with a half grin. He didn't want to move anymore. He ... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I’ve always enjoyed this little cabin with it’s view of the mountains and view of Deep Lake. Far from civilization it gives me a sense of calm unlike anywhere else. Watching the moon rise over the mountains while I sit by the firepit out front has been one of my favorite pastimes for so many years now it’s hard to reme... | The gentle roar of flames filled Haakon's ears with a fading din of life. The sounds seemed to die along with his faltering gaze. Darkness crept slowly inwards from his periphery, and now, he found himself staring at the embers of his campfire.
"Woden," he muttered with a half grin. He didn't want to move anymore. He ... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I’ve always enjoyed this little cabin with it’s view of the mountains and view of Deep Lake. Far from civilization it gives me a sense of calm unlike anywhere else. Watching the moon rise over the mountains while I sit by the firepit out front has been one of my favorite pastimes for so many years now it’s hard to reme... | I don't say anything. Just nod and gesture to a place by the dying flames.
The thing drags itself out of the dark using two long pale arms, probably strong enough to rip me in two. It's draped with scrapes of burlap, denim, silk, binding a shell of garbage and waste. It slowly crawls towards the fire, the earth torn u... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I’ve always enjoyed this little cabin with it’s view of the mountains and view of Deep Lake. Far from civilization it gives me a sense of calm unlike anywhere else. Watching the moon rise over the mountains while I sit by the firepit out front has been one of my favorite pastimes for so many years now it’s hard to reme... | A voice from the corner of the eyes, theirs sparkling with the sight of the bonfire.
A voice, that asks with courtesy, kindly.
"May I share your fire tonight?"
 
Who was I to refuse? I was always told that with my nature, if a murderer were to ask politely, I'd let them kill me.
Manners do maketh someo... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | It was a dark and moonless night at the edge of the Everwood, and Artem sat staring into the dying embers of the fire as its sheltering warmth surrendered to the cool air. He’d been on the verge of sleep when he heard a heavy shuffling nearby that put him on alert. This close to the Everwood it wasn’t uncommon to hear ... | "You *are* the fire," Marci said, looking down into the glowing embers which had rearranged themselves into a pair of two golden eyes. "What do you want?"
The embers, slowly losing their spark, kept its eyes on the witch. "A body, please," it said, "before I disappear."
"As you wish," Marci said with a sigh. She wa... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I’ve always enjoyed this little cabin with it’s view of the mountains and view of Deep Lake. Far from civilization it gives me a sense of calm unlike anywhere else. Watching the moon rise over the mountains while I sit by the firepit out front has been one of my favorite pastimes for so many years now it’s hard to reme... | "You *are* the fire," Marci said, looking down into the glowing embers which had rearranged themselves into a pair of two golden eyes. "What do you want?"
The embers, slowly losing their spark, kept its eyes on the witch. "A body, please," it said, "before I disappear."
"As you wish," Marci said with a sigh. She wa... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I’ve always enjoyed this little cabin with it’s view of the mountains and view of Deep Lake. Far from civilization it gives me a sense of calm unlike anywhere else. Watching the moon rise over the mountains while I sit by the firepit out front has been one of my favorite pastimes for so many years now it’s hard to reme... | It was a dark and moonless night at the edge of the Everwood, and Artem sat staring into the dying embers of the fire as its sheltering warmth surrendered to the cool air. He’d been on the verge of sleep when he heard a heavy shuffling nearby that put him on alert. This close to the Everwood it wasn’t uncommon to hear ... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I always enjoyed a campfire to warm myself up during the winter, it reminded me of the forests that I used to camp at before I moved to the city. My house had a big yard that was fenced off from a Grove of trees that the neighbors always refused to cut down. I didn't mind this since it added to my felling of the forest... | The warm flickers of the flame offered comfort in the chilly night. My hands outstretched towards the fire, trapping the heat between my fingers, trying to keep my body heat. The others had gone to bed, leaving me to watch the dying flames waiting for their light to extinguish. As a stray yawn left my lips, goosebumps ... | |
[WP].You are sitting outside your house, enjoying the dying embers of the campfire when two glowing eyes open to stare at you. " Greetings, " it rasped, " may I share your fire tonight?" | I always enjoyed a campfire to warm myself up during the winter, it reminded me of the forests that I used to camp at before I moved to the city. My house had a big yard that was fenced off from a Grove of trees that the neighbors always refused to cut down. I didn't mind this since it added to my felling of the forest... | Our mom died a year after my younger sister, Mary Lee, was born. I don’t remember my mom all too well, but my dad always told us about how paranoid she was and how her life insurance papers were three times the width of the biggest bible. She wanted us to be taken care of in case anything happened, she prayed every nig... | |
[WP] Earth was doomed. The rich and the powerful escaped into space, and eventually found a planet to repopulate. However when it was time to start rebuilding, they realized being 'leaders in their market' now counted for nothing. | I had fought to bring them. In the end, I stayed behind. The rich were in for a rude awakening on their new planet. They lived in the lap of convenience. Now they were going to have to put in the work to survive.
I stood on the deck of the lead ship. After the rich left, I used my great wealth to fund the Exodus. Man... | You quickly realized that you only got where you where by luck. Sure you'd had access to the cutting edge of the field and even benefited form it in some small way. But 2 months living in the craters really brought out the inadequacy of it all.
Sharon was a business leader back on the husk we left behind but died of ... | |
[WP] Earth was doomed. The rich and the powerful escaped into space, and eventually found a planet to repopulate. However when it was time to start rebuilding, they realized being 'leaders in their market' now counted for nothing. | The shudder of the shuttle touching down was an uncomfortable experience. He was familiar with the sensation of re-entering atmosphere, yet old age had made him tender. He could feel every shake course through his very bones, making the descent to the planets surface akin to agony. How old was he now? He’d lost count o... | You quickly realized that you only got where you where by luck. Sure you'd had access to the cutting edge of the field and even benefited form it in some small way. But 2 months living in the craters really brought out the inadequacy of it all.
Sharon was a business leader back on the husk we left behind but died of ... | |
[WP] Earth was doomed. The rich and the powerful escaped into space, and eventually found a planet to repopulate. However when it was time to start rebuilding, they realized being 'leaders in their market' now counted for nothing. | **EntrepreNewReal**
*“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” -Arthur C. Clarke*
*“The acquisition of wealth is no longer the driving force in our lives. We work to better ourselves, and the rest of humanity.” -Captain Jean-Luc Picard*
Perpetual darkness faded in reve... | You quickly realized that you only got where you where by luck. Sure you'd had access to the cutting edge of the field and even benefited form it in some small way. But 2 months living in the craters really brought out the inadequacy of it all.
Sharon was a business leader back on the husk we left behind but died of ... | |
[WP] Earth was doomed. The rich and the powerful escaped into space, and eventually found a planet to repopulate. However when it was time to start rebuilding, they realized being 'leaders in their market' now counted for nothing. | The shudder of the shuttle touching down was an uncomfortable experience. He was familiar with the sensation of re-entering atmosphere, yet old age had made him tender. He could feel every shake course through his very bones, making the descent to the planets surface akin to agony. How old was he now? He’d lost count o... | I had fought to bring them. In the end, I stayed behind. The rich were in for a rude awakening on their new planet. They lived in the lap of convenience. Now they were going to have to put in the work to survive.
I stood on the deck of the lead ship. After the rich left, I used my great wealth to fund the Exodus. Man... | |
[WP] You wake up and slowly look around. You're in a jail cell and have no idea why. But that isn't even the strangest part. For some reason, everyone else, inmates and guards alike, seem to be absolutely terrified of you. | This is definitely not my bedroom. The harsh artificial light. The steely smell. The rattle of keys. The din of conversations.
Where the heck am I? In a panic, I opened my eyes but was immediately punished by an unbelievable pang. As if a dagger pierced my cornea. My head reeling, I fell back on the bed, and the st... | "The hell are you all looking at? God Jesus Mary and Joseph, why there is blood all over my face!?"
I slowly try to remember where I am, and I completely fail. Nothing, nothing come around. I manage to remember something, but it makes no sense. Green grass, a woman who seems to be my mom, a funny but scary looking wiz... | |
[WP] You wake up and slowly look around. You're in a jail cell and have no idea why. But that isn't even the strangest part. For some reason, everyone else, inmates and guards alike, seem to be absolutely terrified of you. | I always tossed and turned in my sleep. Tonight was no exception, however I could not return to my prior slumber. Rubbing the haze from my eyes, I was met with stone walls, steel bars, and frightened uniforms of different colors alike staring in my direction.
"Hmm... I take it this suit of... orange and yellow doesn't... | "The hell are you all looking at? God Jesus Mary and Joseph, why there is blood all over my face!?"
I slowly try to remember where I am, and I completely fail. Nothing, nothing come around. I manage to remember something, but it makes no sense. Green grass, a woman who seems to be my mom, a funny but scary looking wiz... | |
[WP] You receive a report that someone had a cute cat, but refuses to share any pictures of it online. As an agent of the FBI's Pet Tax Evasion unit, you aren't going to let this stand. | A ceramic plate exploded against the kitchen wall, tearing a gash in the floral wallpaper, revealing the dark red painted bricks below.
Little Dana wept in the corner, hiding under the kitchen table. Her mom picked up the next nearest projectile, a saucepan of meat sauce, and hurled it at Dana’s dad.
“You think this ... | I sat at my desk finishing up some paperwork.
The phone rang.
"I have a report," said the voice on the other line. "Someone has a cute cat, but won't share any pictures of it online."
I looked up from my desk. "Is this a joke?"
"No," said the voice. "The perso... | |
[WP] You receive a report that someone had a cute cat, but refuses to share any pictures of it online. As an agent of the FBI's Pet Tax Evasion unit, you aren't going to let this stand. | Agent Elsie Hayes’s spirit animal was the bloodhound, and for good reason.
Within minutes of the alert that some lowlife malefactor was committing the horrific crime of not posting their cute cat online, Agent Hayes already had a name and address flashing on her screen. Online footprints were not easy to hide, even fo... | I sat at my desk finishing up some paperwork.
The phone rang.
"I have a report," said the voice on the other line. "Someone has a cute cat, but won't share any pictures of it online."
I looked up from my desk. "Is this a joke?"
"No," said the voice. "The perso... | |
[WP] all of the stars are music notes spread out across the sky, waiting to be arranged. and constellations are songs—reminiscent songs written by gods, some happy, some sad, telling stories of worlds that we never got to live in. the songs are the only things left of those forgotten worlds. | Somewhere, in the center of the universe, where the songs were written and time steps to the side to let the aincient things that walked the abyss before the big bang itself step by. Where lost souls find their way and the end of the universe plays on an old tv screen. This is where you would find the composer.
You wi... | The knock on my half-opened office door makes me jump, and I need a moment to orient myself. I realize it is already dark outside, and the whole building has fallen quiet. I look up and give an absent-minded smile to the janitor.
"Excuse me, Sir", he says, "but I'm about to close up this wing. Will you be worki... | |
[WP] In a world of superhumans you are an anomaly who has always been powerless. One day, all powers are unexplainably stripped from their hosts, and you now host a therapy group for powerless superheros. | **Powerless**
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I sat in a dark room facing a video camera. I asked them to put one out so I wouldn’t have to repeat the story twice. Two agents that were once _heroes for show_ in the gladiator games sat across from me. They never introduced themselves, but I recalled their faces. Their smug smiles carried over ev... | clicking the pen on her clipboard, you listen to strong-man. “I’m weak, I can’t even lift an car!” he sobbed. mega- man pat his back. “no offence, Susie.”
“offence taken, and my name isn’t Susie.” she sighed. she hate her job. she didn’t want to be an therapist for a bunch of idiots who can’t remember her name. “you ar... | |
[WP] Jessica from HR is kinda weird, it kinda physically hurts to look her in the eyes, she keeps referring to everyone else as "mortal", you overheard her one time complaining to herself about how she still hasn't received any souls yet but overall she's probably the best in the department | Jessica, the weird one from HR!
With hair that's blood-red and a smile like a scar,
We all find it very hard to keep eye contact,
And she seems to be very proud of that fact.
I sat next to her at lunch one day,
But she hissed at me and I ran away,
"Run, mortal!" she said, and her smile only grew, ... | *growl* Jessica's stomach pleaded as she waited next to me. It was the end of the day and we both worked overtime. She was strange calling everyone mortals but she was the best employee.
"Are you hungry?" I asked meekly
"Hardly mortal, I need no nutrients to survive." she said as her stomach grumbled again.
I look... | |
[WP] After being defeated by the Dark Lord in combat, he imprisons you and takes over the world. He eventually gets bored and decides to chat with you in the dungeon, you find out that you both have a lot in common and you soon become close friends. | “There’s a new hero on the scene and he can teleport. My whole impenetrable lair is suddenly penetrable and I’m not sure what to do about it.”
“How does he know where to teleport to? Does he use coordinates? Does he picture it in his mind? Is he guided by an omniscient entity to whom he makes requests?”
“I… I’m not s... | I sit alone in my cold dark cell, thinking about how badly I failed, how badly I let the entire world down. I want to cry, but the tears won't come out, I want to scream, but nobody will hear me, but alas I admit to defeat and I'm forced to accept my fate. I pray that the ones I love end up surviving, finding a safe pl... | |
[WP] Write a fight scene! | She threw a left hook, one that was weaker than the rest. “You knew!” She yelled, her anger and exhaustion evident. “You knew what would happen!” Another punch easily dodged.
“I never knew,” I sighed, hoping to convince her to stop so I could save my energy for tonight. “All I did know was that I shouldn’t try the pie... | On a sandy yet blocky field two brothers look at each other with the intension to kill will there be only one survivor of this duel that is what we are going to find out !
"It is sad dear brother that I have to fight you here but the thinks you have done to our village can not be act sept able !" Then rises two swor... | |
[WP] Write a fight scene! | I took a heavy, labored breath as I clutched my stomach tightly - a searing burst of pain caused me to let out a sharp hiss. I looked down and saw the blood pouring out of my wound - buckshot, straight to the gut. It had to be buckshot, didn't it? I gritted my teeth, grabbed a roll of duct tape from my satchel, and wra... | On a sandy yet blocky field two brothers look at each other with the intension to kill will there be only one survivor of this duel that is what we are going to find out !
"It is sad dear brother that I have to fight you here but the thinks you have done to our village can not be act sept able !" Then rises two swor... | |
[WP] Write a fight scene! | I took a heavy, labored breath as I clutched my stomach tightly - a searing burst of pain caused me to let out a sharp hiss. I looked down and saw the blood pouring out of my wound - buckshot, straight to the gut. It had to be buckshot, didn't it? I gritted my teeth, grabbed a roll of duct tape from my satchel, and wra... | The assassins moved silently through the halls towards their target. He was in the bathhouse relaxing. Which would mean he is currently unarmed and unguarded. Truly this was a golden opportunity they would not be able to pass up.
They silently surrounded the bathhouse and began to collectively chant. They were ... | |
[WP] Write a fight scene! | "Raise your weapons, you filthy bug!”
“Oh, I'll smash ya stinky insect butt, Gonzales, you shithead!”
Two mantises fighted in the parking lot. Their scynthes swinging on their opponent like two hysterical ladies slapping each other. Nobody watched, apart from two disoccupied flies who lunched on a piece of gum stuck ... | Maeve awoke to the stench of death around her. Ropes of silver moonlight slipped in through holes in the ramshackle hut and cast light on the horror before her. A fleshy mass grew in the center of the room, venting black smoke as it wriggled. Tendrils slithered from the edges of the blot and crept along the floorboards... | |
[WP] Write a fight scene! | "Raise your weapons, you filthy bug!”
“Oh, I'll smash ya stinky insect butt, Gonzales, you shithead!”
Two mantises fighted in the parking lot. Their scynthes swinging on their opponent like two hysterical ladies slapping each other. Nobody watched, apart from two disoccupied flies who lunched on a piece of gum stuck ... | william is on the lookout for any shady figures on the rooftops, he suddenly hears a gunshot coming from the town center, he rushes from rooftop to rooftop only to find the dead body of one of his men surrounded by civilians panicking, he feels angry how he was too late and before he could think of anything else his pe... | |
[WP] A president or prime minister's final address to their nation during the last phase of a zombie apocalypse. | My fellow Americans. Throughout this nation’s history, and indeed the history of all civilization, we have seen moments of spectacular triumph, and we have counted the minutes through some of humanity’s darkest hours. Great empires have risen, fallen, and from the dust and rubble they have risen again.
Through develo... | The Hinds family crowded around the TV in the living room at the back of the house. The President of the USA was about to make his address about the recent virus that had begun to sweep the nation. Jimmy, the youngest of the 5 kids, sat the closest to the screen. Only being 6 years of age, Jimmy couldn’t tell why every... | |
[WP] A president or prime minister's final address to their nation during the last phase of a zombie apocalypse. | A radio crackles to life, barely audible above the whirring of the crank sustaining it. The static makes the words hard to decipher, but the total silence surrounding the device makes it possible. A group of six huddles around it, straining hard to catch every sound emitted.
“Dear citizens. This is the president... | The trouble with the zombies was that they didn't decompose. A human body without infection would not last more than a few days. The virus, the scientists said, expelled some kind of toxic compound that drove off all known bacteria, fungus, insects and everything else that would normally gorge themselves on a dead body... | |
[WP] Earth is a deathworld for most other species. Life was seeded there to evolve the most fearsome beasts. Both to wage war and provide entertainment, but the project was abandoned. Nobody could've foreseen humanity. The galaxy is terrified now that we've reached FTL and established first contact. | The Galactic Council had detected the telltale signature of faster than light travel near the long abandoned battleground planet number eight four five, drawing the interest of the galactic community. An observation drone had been dispatched immediately and it now drifted through the void towards its mothership to repo... | Recollection of first human contact
Humanity a species capable of surviving extreme temperatures of 10 degrees Fahrenheit to 110 degrees Fahrenheit capable of surviving in nitrogen rich atmospheres without the benefit of the full spectrum of solar radiation.
When the first Human ships arrived at the pristine world o... | |
[WP] Earth is a deathworld for most other species. Life was seeded there to evolve the most fearsome beasts. Both to wage war and provide entertainment, but the project was abandoned. Nobody could've foreseen humanity. The galaxy is terrified now that we've reached FTL and established first contact. | The space lord did not believe what he was hearing. The planet they’d stopped monitoring millennia ago had allegedly produced a kardashev type 1 civilization. “Wait, do you mean to tell me that those apes who started walking upright have a warp drive? I thought we’d classified that as a ‘last gasp’ adaptation to a dyin... | In the dry, sun-baked desert of Arizona a spaceship smashed into Earth. When it was burning through the atmosphere, NASA scientists saw it: a green blip on their giant monitors. Everyone waited for it to land, and now it did.
My phone woke me up. I wanted to throw it again the wall, force its ringing to stop and inst... | |
[WP] Earth is a deathworld for most other species. Life was seeded there to evolve the most fearsome beasts. Both to wage war and provide entertainment, but the project was abandoned. Nobody could've foreseen humanity. The galaxy is terrified now that we've reached FTL and established first contact. | **Extreme Heat.**
The Galactic Council was hosted on an arid planet dominated by an equitaorial desert. Only three cities marred the rolling dunes, and two were built at the border of the tropics and the polar region, the only place on the planet considered habitable for life.
The first of these cities was a small tr... | In the dry, sun-baked desert of Arizona a spaceship smashed into Earth. When it was burning through the atmosphere, NASA scientists saw it: a green blip on their giant monitors. Everyone waited for it to land, and now it did.
My phone woke me up. I wanted to throw it again the wall, force its ringing to stop and inst... | |
[WP] Earth is a deathworld for most other species. Life was seeded there to evolve the most fearsome beasts. Both to wage war and provide entertainment, but the project was abandoned. Nobody could've foreseen humanity. The galaxy is terrified now that we've reached FTL and established first contact. | **Extreme Heat.**
The Galactic Council was hosted on an arid planet dominated by an equitaorial desert. Only three cities marred the rolling dunes, and two were built at the border of the tropics and the polar region, the only place on the planet considered habitable for life.
The first of these cities was a small tr... | **Node 33 was the Collective's expert on evolved species.** Most of the sapient life in the multiverse were energoids, and had no frame of reference for how unpredictable and terrifying evolved creatures could be. Trap a million energoids in a dimensional maze with only one way out, and they'd all find the shortest rou... | |
[WP] A genie who twists the words of wishes to distort the original meaning, but what he twists them to is actually better than what the wisher intended. | "Your wish is my command," the genie said and the air started to shimmer.
Keith held his breath. He had heard the notorious stories about how genies. His mom often said that genies would interpret the wish as they found fit and this could mean bad for the person who wished for something. The thought of his mom teared... | "I, I want, I want to....."
He was stuttering, as if he was afraid to let the words cross his lips out of fear.
"I, I, I can't even tell you! Genies always make things the wrong way!"
I reassured him that I was not like most genies, after all, I i was not blue, but a calming shade of forest green.
He finally seemed... | |
[WP] A genie who twists the words of wishes to distort the original meaning, but what he twists them to is actually better than what the wisher intended. | [Poem]
I made one a CEO
Only for him to spurn it.
He wished for wealth and power.
He didn't want to earn it.
I showed one a perfect wife,
But then he laughed right at her.
He said "She's not hot enough."
Their matching didn't matter.
Then one wished for a sandwich.
Here I can't be mistaken.
I gave him a gour... | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Arc -2, Interlude 1: \_\_\_\_\_\_\_)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ had always hated his name.** It wasn't like \_\_\_\_\_\_\_ was a particularly uncommon name; some... | |
[WP] A genie who twists the words of wishes to distort the original meaning, but what he twists them to is actually better than what the wisher intended. | The Chronicler rinse the cold water on the dry blanket and began rubbing the spherical crystal, glimmering bright blue light at the center of the old abandoned temple. Hordes of gold and artifacts trashed around the area, as though they held no value in the ray of Wishing Crystal, bringing warmer comfort than the cold ... | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Arc -2, Interlude 1: \_\_\_\_\_\_\_)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ had always hated his name.** It wasn't like \_\_\_\_\_\_\_ was a particularly uncommon name; some... | |
[WP] A genie who twists the words of wishes to distort the original meaning, but what he twists them to is actually better than what the wisher intended. | I honestly don't see why so many genies are assholes. On the bright side, at least it puts an even bigger smile on the people that find my lamp. As far as I’m concerned, I always tried to be like that blue genie from that one kids movie.
What a coincidence that I was summoned by a child.
The second her tender... | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Arc -2, Interlude 1: \_\_\_\_\_\_\_)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ had always hated his name.** It wasn't like \_\_\_\_\_\_\_ was a particularly uncommon name; some... | |
[WP] A genie who twists the words of wishes to distort the original meaning, but what he twists them to is actually better than what the wisher intended. | I honestly don't see why so many genies are assholes. On the bright side, at least it puts an even bigger smile on the people that find my lamp. As far as I’m concerned, I always tried to be like that blue genie from that one kids movie.
What a coincidence that I was summoned by a child.
The second her tender... | The Chronicler rinse the cold water on the dry blanket and began rubbing the spherical crystal, glimmering bright blue light at the center of the old abandoned temple. Hordes of gold and artifacts trashed around the area, as though they held no value in the ray of Wishing Crystal, bringing warmer comfort than the cold ... | |
[WP] A genie who twists the words of wishes to distort the original meaning, but what he twists them to is actually better than what the wisher intended. | I honestly don't see why so many genies are assholes. On the bright side, at least it puts an even bigger smile on the people that find my lamp. As far as I’m concerned, I always tried to be like that blue genie from that one kids movie.
What a coincidence that I was summoned by a child.
The second her tender... | "I... I need someone to love me. Even if it's just for a night - I just want someone to tell me that they love me, I need someone else to want me, I can't-
Just... make someone love me."
The genie sighed, floating down gently until they were hovering near the floor in front of the greasy lamp in a gesture resembling ... | |
[WP] "How do I look?" It's a simple enough question, but you find yourself struggling to reply. You've never dated a villain before; You don't know how to compliment them appropriately. | "Evil... licious."
She stares at me.
"Sinisterly sexy. Super... baddy... like."
She's still staring at me. The best thing to do is to keep talking. "Ferociously foxy. Rawr." There's still no reaction. I did the claw swipe and everything.
Panthère shook her head and stalked toward me with a laugh. "Oh Amelia. What ... | “How do I look?” he asked.
Oh, dear what a loaded question to ask. He looks fine of course, but what is he looking for? On honest remark? A groveling at his feet saying how great he is? What if thinks you are lying? If only you knew he was a villain when you matched with him on the app.
Brad Dreadful was his name. He... | |
[WP] "How do I look?" It's a simple enough question, but you find yourself struggling to reply. You've never dated a villain before; You don't know how to compliment them appropriately. | "Evil... licious."
She stares at me.
"Sinisterly sexy. Super... baddy... like."
She's still staring at me. The best thing to do is to keep talking. "Ferociously foxy. Rawr." There's still no reaction. I did the claw swipe and everything.
Panthère shook her head and stalked toward me with a laugh. "Oh Amelia. What ... | “How do I look?” The deep, snarlish voice modulated from the golden mask as he stepped from behind the curtain.
It’d been a few months since I’d found out, but this was the first time I’d seen him in his full regalia. At first, I’d not even believed him, but after a while the coincidences of when he disappeared and ... | |
[WP] "Um...Your majesty I have a couple of questions," asked the hero. "Of course, ask away," he said. "Why is my healer 9 years old and why do I have a dog as my shield guy?" said the hero looking at his party in confusion. | "Now, that's a bit insulting," said a voice behind him. The hero turned around to see the dog, a large, lovely golden wolf-looking breed staring at him with derision. "You say that as if I'm not a perfect candidate! *And* like I'm not even here!"
The king smiled as the hero gaped, jaw hanging open in shock. "Well, si... | A friend of mine's version:
“Um…Your Majesty I have a couple of questions,” asked the hero. “Of course, ask away,” he said. “Why is my healer 9 years old and why do I have a dog as my shield guy?” said the hero looking at his party in confusion.
“When putting together a team like yours, we are looking for very sp... | |
[WP] "Um...Your majesty I have a couple of questions," asked the hero. "Of course, ask away," he said. "Why is my healer 9 years old and why do I have a dog as my shield guy?" said the hero looking at his party in confusion. | "Now, that's a bit insulting," said a voice behind him. The hero turned around to see the dog, a large, lovely golden wolf-looking breed staring at him with derision. "You say that as if I'm not a perfect candidate! *And* like I'm not even here!"
The king smiled as the hero gaped, jaw hanging open in shock. "Well, si... | >"Um...Your majesty I have a couple of questions," asked the hero. "Of course, ask away," he said. "Why is my healer 9 years old and why do I have a dog as my shield guy?" said the hero looking at his party in confusion.
"Of course you have questions. You haven't been in this Kingdom of Ceruleau for but what? Two w... | |
[WP] A brave little shrimp has been told all his life shrimp can’t cook. But after hearing about Shrimp Fried Rice he goes to the surface to pursue his dream, only to discover the dark truth… | \[Poem\]
Deep beneath the water dark
He swam through herring, cod and bream
Resolved he was to make his mark
This little prawn who had a dream
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Teasing, taunting, they’d all laughed
“You’re crazy!” the anchovies said
The turtle groaned, “I think he’s daft!"
The lobster cried, “He’s lo... | It smelled nice and fishy when I entered the restaurant, but I couldn’t see any shrimp working or eating there.
It looked like just a bunch of humans, so I checked the menu in my hand, and confirmed I was at the right address.
It had to be fate that as soon as I left the ocean, this random menu flew into my face. I... | |
[WP] A brave little shrimp has been told all his life shrimp can’t cook. But after hearing about Shrimp Fried Rice he goes to the surface to pursue his dream, only to discover the dark truth… | [Poem]
A brave little shrimp once had a dream,
Ignored all the voices that tells him the errors of his scheme,
Went to the surface in spite of all their screams,
And suffocated for the oxygen's too extreme. | "Fred, give up your dream. Shrimp just can't cook!", Jill said as Fred started his usual nonsense again
"Shrimps are the ultimate chefs! We can see way more colours than the humans and that enables us to take culinary decisions that are paramount to art!", Fred started
"Ummm, those are mantis shrimp...", ... | |
[WP] A brave little shrimp has been told all his life shrimp can’t cook. But after hearing about Shrimp Fried Rice he goes to the surface to pursue his dream, only to discover the dark truth… | Alfredo had got it from a Marlin who got it from a Turtle, whose sister’s mate’s nephew claimed to know a Diver well. Alfredo, a Prawn of the highest order, the most distinguished breeding, wasn’t sure if he believed it—some things were simply too fantastical—but as time passed he found himself growing more and more en... | "Fred, give up your dream. Shrimp just can't cook!", Jill said as Fred started his usual nonsense again
"Shrimps are the ultimate chefs! We can see way more colours than the humans and that enables us to take culinary decisions that are paramount to art!", Fred started
"Ummm, those are mantis shrimp...", ... | |
[WP] You gain the skills and memories of anyone you kill. Naturally, you sought out to murder as many people as possible. With all the accumulated talent and experience, you became the world's most dangerous killer. One day you accidentally killed someone, and you gained something you didn't expect. | Alex Kaufmann. Soldier turned assassin. Death: acid splashed on face, knife driven into throat.
Michelle Baskin. Scientist, psychologist, and ghost writer to an erotic series. Death: Sniped in home.
Marie-Anne Heady. Child Psychologist extraordinaire, multi-talented musician. Death: Wooed, then drowned in bathtub. Sh... | 3,934,512,312 kills, and therefore memories, ought to make someone insane. And for a time, I was. Didn't even know who, what, where, and when I was before. All I knew was rage, and murder, and damn if I wasn't good. Four billion people's worth of instinct makes for a great killer if I do say so myself.
Now, I know Met... | |
[WP] You gain the skills and memories of anyone you kill. Naturally, you sought out to murder as many people as possible. With all the accumulated talent and experience, you became the world's most dangerous killer. One day you accidentally killed someone, and you gained something you didn't expect. | I’d gotten it all. Math, science, physical skills, secrets, espionage, anything you could possibly imagine. Nobody had caught me, no law organization was capable of tracking me anymore, I knew all their tricks in and out.
Now tonight I Had my next target, a world renowned pharmacologist, one who had invented not just ... | 3,934,512,312 kills, and therefore memories, ought to make someone insane. And for a time, I was. Didn't even know who, what, where, and when I was before. All I knew was rage, and murder, and damn if I wasn't good. Four billion people's worth of instinct makes for a great killer if I do say so myself.
Now, I know Met... | |
[WP] You gain the skills and memories of anyone you kill. Naturally, you sought out to murder as many people as possible. With all the accumulated talent and experience, you became the world's most dangerous killer. One day you accidentally killed someone, and you gained something you didn't expect. | I’d gotten it all. Math, science, physical skills, secrets, espionage, anything you could possibly imagine. Nobody had caught me, no law organization was capable of tracking me anymore, I knew all their tricks in and out.
Now tonight I Had my next target, a world renowned pharmacologist, one who had invented not just ... | Alex Kaufmann. Soldier turned assassin. Death: acid splashed on face, knife driven into throat.
Michelle Baskin. Scientist, psychologist, and ghost writer to an erotic series. Death: Sniped in home.
Marie-Anne Heady. Child Psychologist extraordinaire, multi-talented musician. Death: Wooed, then drowned in bathtub. Sh... | |
[WP] You gain the skills and memories of anyone you kill. Naturally, you sought out to murder as many people as possible. With all the accumulated talent and experience, you became the world's most dangerous killer. One day you accidentally killed someone, and you gained something you didn't expect. | I killed my first man when I was 16. I needed the money. My folks kicked me out, I was broke and hungry, and he looked wimpy and rich. Sure enough, he was. It was then that I discovered something odd about me: As his life was draining away, I somehow seemed to absorb all of his knowledge and skills. Turns out I’d just ... |
The memories were a shock. For years he had been losing more and more of his past. Struggling to recall the faces of his family. Unable to remember the names of the places he had been and the people he had met.
But now they came, a rush of colour and smell and sound that span inside his head and left him unable to... | |
[WP] You gain the skills and memories of anyone you kill. Naturally, you sought out to murder as many people as possible. With all the accumulated talent and experience, you became the world's most dangerous killer. One day you accidentally killed someone, and you gained something you didn't expect. | I killed my first man when I was 16. I needed the money. My folks kicked me out, I was broke and hungry, and he looked wimpy and rich. Sure enough, he was. It was then that I discovered something odd about me: As his life was draining away, I somehow seemed to absorb all of his knowledge and skills. Turns out I’d just ... | It’s a moment like a snow globe up-ended in real snow. All the water frozen, the glass frosted. Glitter suspended mid-cascade like a dream almost remembered. But the glass is cracking and dreams always slip away, and nobody thinks of snow globes anyway, not in a Georgian mid-July when all the air is thick as water and ... |
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