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Just for a change and a little challenge, write us a story which is erotic/sensual in nature and write your own twist at the end of it. | [WP] Erotic Story with a twist | She sat on the porch, frustrated, and slowly started rubbing till her hand got tired.
She felt the juices flowing. Mouth salivated. She repeated her special technique again and again until she was ready. She slowly parted the pre-cut folds and inserted the cold, ribbed pestle.
She let it in and out with her whole b... | She was good. She felt good. Nobody ever felt quite like this before. She was *lithe*; she knew how to move against me just right. Perfect skin. She said she had stretch marks – didn't want to explain them, and I didn't ask. I didn’t notice 'em, so it wasn't a big deal to me. Not my business. I had stretch marks too - ... |
Just for a change and a little challenge, write us a story which is erotic/sensual in nature and write your own twist at the end of it. | [WP] Erotic Story with a twist | She had eyes that you could explore a thousand years before finding the first sign of life, her sociopath behavior long since killing any visible sign of emotions. She had the voice of a fallen angel, a lilting, sultry voice that would wrap you in words and slit your throat while laughing.
We killed together for many... | She was good. She felt good. Nobody ever felt quite like this before. She was *lithe*; she knew how to move against me just right. Perfect skin. She said she had stretch marks – didn't want to explain them, and I didn't ask. I didn’t notice 'em, so it wasn't a big deal to me. Not my business. I had stretch marks too - ... |
You can only observe yourself and no direct interactions with your past self as it would collapse the universe.
*Edit* I might throw one out here later today. Had an idea in my head when I first posted this. | [WP] You're a time traveler and you go back to observe a younger you during a life moment only to realize you caused it to happen. | I materialized in a cold and empty alleyway. The rusty sign over the door next to me said "Polly's Cafe". I knew exactly *where* I was: Ten blocks away from my childhood home. The only question was *when*....
I opened the door to the cafe and went straight for the newspaper rack that Polly kept by the counter. Out of... | I started writing something for this prompt but it seems to becoming bigger and bigger as I keep going. Hopefully I'll have it finished later and this thread won't be buried by then because this is actually a good really prompt :) |
Firstly, I wanted to say that I greatly enjoy everyone's writing here, both what I've received and read in other posts. This prompt is stemming from a recent life event that I would love to see from different perspectives. Whether it is in regards to experience or fantasy is of no concern. Thank you, ahead of time. | [WP] Write a poem from the living to a deceased loved/cherished one. | Six feet from where your figure lay
In front of arched stone cracked with age
Stamped in earth my bootprints stay
I take my place upon the stage
To undertake the one-man show
Debuted unample years ago
Act one begins, the weeping flow
Where fallen, taller grass has grown
Persistent is my visage pained
... | And then you were gone,
My inspiration to write.
Thank you Vonnegut
:Woohoo haiku! |
Firstly, I wanted to say that I greatly enjoy everyone's writing here, both what I've received and read in other posts. This prompt is stemming from a recent life event that I would love to see from different perspectives. Whether it is in regards to experience or fantasy is of no concern. Thank you, ahead of time. | [WP] Write a poem from the living to a deceased loved/cherished one. | Six feet from where your figure lay
In front of arched stone cracked with age
Stamped in earth my bootprints stay
I take my place upon the stage
To undertake the one-man show
Debuted unample years ago
Act one begins, the weeping flow
Where fallen, taller grass has grown
Persistent is my visage pained
... | Steady, strong, my rock.
You buckled under no strain.
You supported me.
Far and calm, my ocean.
Your profound depths knew no bounds.
So much left to learn.
Bold and bright, my star.
Your soul brought light to darkness.
Painfully distant. |
Firstly, I wanted to say that I greatly enjoy everyone's writing here, both what I've received and read in other posts. This prompt is stemming from a recent life event that I would love to see from different perspectives. Whether it is in regards to experience or fantasy is of no concern. Thank you, ahead of time. | [WP] Write a poem from the living to a deceased loved/cherished one. | Six feet from where your figure lay
In front of arched stone cracked with age
Stamped in earth my bootprints stay
I take my place upon the stage
To undertake the one-man show
Debuted unample years ago
Act one begins, the weeping flow
Where fallen, taller grass has grown
Persistent is my visage pained
... | The flash of a dying star
Can last for days
Suspended in the sky
Outshining all but the nearest suns.
Eons it takes to reach a human eye
The ancient brilliance forgets
Why it runs so quickly
Through the unforgiving cold.
A world so far cannot know such pain
Yet those who were close,
Those brightened... |
Firstly, I wanted to say that I greatly enjoy everyone's writing here, both what I've received and read in other posts. This prompt is stemming from a recent life event that I would love to see from different perspectives. Whether it is in regards to experience or fantasy is of no concern. Thank you, ahead of time. | [WP] Write a poem from the living to a deceased loved/cherished one. | Six feet from where your figure lay
In front of arched stone cracked with age
Stamped in earth my bootprints stay
I take my place upon the stage
To undertake the one-man show
Debuted unample years ago
Act one begins, the weeping flow
Where fallen, taller grass has grown
Persistent is my visage pained
... | gramps
Cigarette smoke
crushed out durals
endless games of gin rummy
watching the tides
how does god take his whiskey?
neat |
Firstly, I wanted to say that I greatly enjoy everyone's writing here, both what I've received and read in other posts. This prompt is stemming from a recent life event that I would love to see from different perspectives. Whether it is in regards to experience or fantasy is of no concern. Thank you, ahead of time. | [WP] Write a poem from the living to a deceased loved/cherished one. | Six feet from where your figure lay
In front of arched stone cracked with age
Stamped in earth my bootprints stay
I take my place upon the stage
To undertake the one-man show
Debuted unample years ago
Act one begins, the weeping flow
Where fallen, taller grass has grown
Persistent is my visage pained
... | But to see your smile again.
To laugh through the moments we shared
Again holding hands in the cold of November.
All the while leaning in close to
Share a thought by way of our
Eyes met the first time in
That first moment I remember of
You in a green pull and red
In the face of everything we
Pulled through tog... |
It seems very easy for this to happen to someone, eventually. How would it all go down? | [WP] Someone who descends slowly into madness because of the internet sensation sweeping the nation, Cookie Clicker. | *the following is an audio extract from a famous YouTuber who decided to attempt a Let's Play of Cookie Clicker.
Extract #001: Title: Harkenflipper Plays: Cookie Clicker!*
Hello everyone, how's it going, my name is Harkenflipper and today we're going to be playing a new game just out called Cookier Clicker! So, here ... | It all started with one click. He didn't know what he was getting himself into.
"This is pretty stupid," he unwittingly said. "I'll just play another 5 minutes."
He wasn't aware of what was going on.
Seconds passed, clicks passed. Minutes passed, clicks passed. Hours passed, clicks passed.
He was completely l... |
Just what I said. | [WP] Professional Bicycle Thieves. | It was a good feeling. On Monday, Janie's dad told her to change her clothes. On Tuesday, Taylor called Janie a slut. On Wednesday, Janie wrapped up a joint of oregano. On Thursday afternoon, Janie learned how to fly.
Sneaking vodka into math with Kim was a weekly endeavor. At this point it was really the only thing d... | "Whoo! We got one!", said Maurice to Aaron, high fiving each other as they loaded up a banana seat Schwinn into the bed of the pickup truck, fastening it with bungee cords. Maurice looked at Aaron, and inquired, "So, how much do you think this will go for?" "About.....500 bucks, maybe?" When they reached the old scrapy... |
based firmly in the realms of reality im looking for a story about the effect the act of killing has on a young (16/17 year old). Internal monologue, based over a long time, or at one specific 'hit', its up to you, go wild! | [WP] the psychological effect killing has on a young hitman | "This is it kid," the capo wheezed as he let me, well, rather pushed me out of the car. "You said you wanted to get out and do bigger things for us, here you go. I'll be in the alley in the back."
The town car roared off as I looked up at the imposing hotel in front of me. My heart was racing at a thousand miles a ... | I'd take a crack at it, but since In Bruges is one of my favorite movies, I don't think I'd be doing the topic justice, since that movie is an absolutely perfect portrayal of exactly what you're asking for. |
based firmly in the realms of reality im looking for a story about the effect the act of killing has on a young (16/17 year old). Internal monologue, based over a long time, or at one specific 'hit', its up to you, go wild! | [WP] the psychological effect killing has on a young hitman | "This is it kid," the capo wheezed as he let me, well, rather pushed me out of the car. "You said you wanted to get out and do bigger things for us, here you go. I'll be in the alley in the back."
The town car roared off as I looked up at the imposing hotel in front of me. My heart was racing at a thousand miles a ... | The young man slowly pulled the knife from the older man's flesh, feeling the skin and muscle resisting him slightly. The older man's blood waited a moment before seeping quietly from the wound.
"Uncle John is going to be so angry," he whispered to himself. "This was supposed to be quick and easy, but it wasn't. He sa... |
Make it however long you want, just use that line in one way or another. Make it as wacky or dark as you want. | [WP] He cursed. That was his favourite plant pot. | John Tomblin walked up to the car he had just pulled over, tense as always when he was approaching an unknown and potentially lethal situation. There were what appeared to be four youths in the car, mixed genders, mixed races.
As he stepped up to the driver's window, he smelled a familiar tangy scent which was very ob... | Five shots rang out into the chill quiet of the night. John panted. His feet slapped the pavement with the force of vengeful fly-swatters as he scurried towards the row of bushes in front of his house. He could not see the man-- the tall, lank figure with a hat whose brim extended well out past his shoulders-- who had ... |
[WP] - Make me sympathize with Hitler just before he kills himself. He has just come to the conclusion that he was wrong, everything was his fault and that in killing himself he might right some of the wrongs he caused. | "I didn't really want to kill them, you know."
The thump of bombs continued. Damned. Damned. Damned.
He was shaking. His physician had not given him enough medicine and the cravings were manifesting badly now. It did not matter, he only needed take one pill. The drumbeat of the Reich's fall continued, matching his wo... | Vonnegut already did this. Is it in Mother Night?
Anyway, Hitler is trying to figure out his last words....after several suggestions are shut down by his cabinet he puts the gun to his head and says "I never asked to be born in the first place".
Brevity. Do you speak it. | |
[WP] - Make me sympathize with Hitler just before he kills himself. He has just come to the conclusion that he was wrong, everything was his fault and that in killing himself he might right some of the wrongs he caused. | Will they ever realize I did it for them. They needed an enemy. I gave them one. They needed a leader. I became one. They needed a military. I built one. Where they had guilt and shame, I gave them pride and recognition. I see fire in the eyes of children where ash resided. The world trembled before our feet. Now, my c... | Adolf sat in the dark room listening to the bombs drop on his city. With every passing minute, the enemy flew closer and closer, bent on destroying all that he held dear. As he looked up, Eva's hair glistened in the glow of the dim bunker light. They had been married just hours earlier in this very room, and as he t... | |
Those timers like in that movie "In Time"?
Yeah, now it counts down to the person you may spend the rest of your life with, who might destroy your life, or save it.
Your choice. | [WP] A timer integrated in your body counts down to when you meet someone who will change your life | The marine lay behind an old wall, bullets whizzing by and occasionally finding their mark, followed by either a groan of pain or dull thud as another ally falls lifeless to the ground.
He looked down at his arm, the clock read only 5 minutes.
"Well, I should've seen this coming."
More bullets, more of his friends d... | It was finally happening.
Rebecca's eyes shot open as she sprung out of bed. She had barely gotten any sleep that night, but that hardly mattered. Today was the day her life would change. She was excited.
She stretched, giving some use to the muscles that had been doing their best to keep still all night. They reacte... |
Those timers like in that movie "In Time"?
Yeah, now it counts down to the person you may spend the rest of your life with, who might destroy your life, or save it.
Your choice. | [WP] A timer integrated in your body counts down to when you meet someone who will change your life | Maria was having a great time at the party. It was a relaxed affair, with just twenty people mingling in the spacious apartment. The people there were mostly friends of hers, with enough friends-of-friends to keep things interesting. Maria was at the bar, refilling her wine glass, when the hostess, Isabelle, approached... | It was finally happening.
Rebecca's eyes shot open as she sprung out of bed. She had barely gotten any sleep that night, but that hardly mattered. Today was the day her life would change. She was excited.
She stretched, giving some use to the muscles that had been doing their best to keep still all night. They reacte... |
Those timers like in that movie "In Time"?
Yeah, now it counts down to the person you may spend the rest of your life with, who might destroy your life, or save it.
Your choice. | [WP] A timer integrated in your body counts down to when you meet someone who will change your life | The marine lay behind an old wall, bullets whizzing by and occasionally finding their mark, followed by either a groan of pain or dull thud as another ally falls lifeless to the ground.
He looked down at his arm, the clock read only 5 minutes.
"Well, I should've seen this coming."
More bullets, more of his friends d... | ( Terrible writer but giving it a shot. )
Thomas laid in bed feeling sorry for himself after a night of heavy drinking, his head pounded, he rolled lazily out of bed, he stood up and stumbled over to his closet, pulling over a plain black T-shirt and putting on black jeans and socks. He stumbled over to the Bathroom, ... |
Those timers like in that movie "In Time"?
Yeah, now it counts down to the person you may spend the rest of your life with, who might destroy your life, or save it.
Your choice. | [WP] A timer integrated in your body counts down to when you meet someone who will change your life | Ten minutes and I'm still home alone,
Turned off the T.V, turned off the phone,
I'm scared to change, I like how things are,
A fancy desk job, and a brand new car,
I may be depressed, that's why I have pills,
Everyone says the 3rd alarm is what kills,
First my Dad left, never thought he'd betra... | ( Terrible writer but giving it a shot. )
Thomas laid in bed feeling sorry for himself after a night of heavy drinking, his head pounded, he rolled lazily out of bed, he stood up and stumbled over to his closet, pulling over a plain black T-shirt and putting on black jeans and socks. He stumbled over to the Bathroom, ... |
Those timers like in that movie "In Time"?
Yeah, now it counts down to the person you may spend the rest of your life with, who might destroy your life, or save it.
Your choice. | [WP] A timer integrated in your body counts down to when you meet someone who will change your life | Maria was having a great time at the party. It was a relaxed affair, with just twenty people mingling in the spacious apartment. The people there were mostly friends of hers, with enough friends-of-friends to keep things interesting. Maria was at the bar, refilling her wine glass, when the hostess, Isabelle, approached... | ( Terrible writer but giving it a shot. )
Thomas laid in bed feeling sorry for himself after a night of heavy drinking, his head pounded, he rolled lazily out of bed, he stood up and stumbled over to his closet, pulling over a plain black T-shirt and putting on black jeans and socks. He stumbled over to the Bathroom, ... |
Those timers like in that movie "In Time"?
Yeah, now it counts down to the person you may spend the rest of your life with, who might destroy your life, or save it.
Your choice. | [WP] A timer integrated in your body counts down to when you meet someone who will change your life | Maria was having a great time at the party. It was a relaxed affair, with just twenty people mingling in the spacious apartment. The people there were mostly friends of hers, with enough friends-of-friends to keep things interesting. Maria was at the bar, refilling her wine glass, when the hostess, Isabelle, approached... | Ten minutes and I'm still home alone,
Turned off the T.V, turned off the phone,
I'm scared to change, I like how things are,
A fancy desk job, and a brand new car,
I may be depressed, that's why I have pills,
Everyone says the 3rd alarm is what kills,
First my Dad left, never thought he'd betra... |
[WP] Frank is a Centaur. Frank is in denial. | Dinner with mom. Small talk and steak.
"Frank, honey," she said. She was a faded beauty in her fifties. She took a large gulp of white wine. "I know you've always had trouble fitting in, you feel a bit, I don't know, different I guess?"
"I thought maybe," her lips pressed together and trembled, a watery glint in her s... | "Well... you know what they say about centaurs..."
"HOW DARE YOU! It's a medical condition!"
As the horse-man stomped away in a huff, she pouted to herself. So much for her plans for tonight. | |
[WP] Write a love story between two people with the first line being, "Are you a terrorist?" | "Are you a terrorist?" He asked intently.
She smiled. "No sweets, I'm not a terrorist. I'm Caroline, you're wife. We've been married for 54 years now."
His eyes screwed up and a tiny voice inside his brain was screaming at him that this was true. That she was true.
"Nurse!" He screamed. "Nurse! I want this woman es... | "Are you a terrorist?" She asked me, eyes wide.
What could I possibly tell her? How could I explain that my family's life is threatened, that my only child has felt the cold barrel of a gun upon his temple, that even her life is in danger? I can't lie to her. Without her, I'm nothing. The moon with the sun right behin... | |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I never believed in reincarnation. I was always more of a final-thinking guy– you know, when you're dead, you're dead. Game over. But as I gaped at my surroundings in a sad attempt to take them all in, I suddenly found myself wishing I'd woken up as anything else but me.
The world around me is darker than the night. T... | Waking up started with the dull ache in my feet. There was no true sleep in Hell, only a moment of confusion when the body healed to begin the day anew.
It always started with the boots, a bit of antiquity from a time when they knew how to treat men like me. Iron boots clamped down on the bones of the feet, so that th... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | Move your hand first, wiggle your fingers. You’ve been here before.
You’re dreaming, well not dreaming, but not awake either. Just push up your head. Focus on your breathing.
No your breathing. The other breathing isn’t real. It’s on your face but it isn’t real and I don’t care if it smells like sulfur.
It i... | *Damn*, it's hot in here. What kind of casino doesn't have air conditioning? It is probably over capacity, too. The number of people--it's overwhelming. They're all dressed up, too. Loons. The costumes are super accurate, though. It's crazy. I swear I just saw Allen Ginsberg walk by, talking to Marie Antoinette.
I'm g... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | As the grayness recedes and dim light filters in, I slowly perceive my surroundings. In a car … my car. In the driver’s seat. Parked, the garish light of the convenience store sign washing out the colors, turning the dashboard gray, my hands fishbelly white. I watch as my right hand reaches out to unlock the glove comp... | *Damn*, it's hot in here. What kind of casino doesn't have air conditioning? It is probably over capacity, too. The number of people--it's overwhelming. They're all dressed up, too. Loons. The costumes are super accurate, though. It's crazy. I swear I just saw Allen Ginsberg walk by, talking to Marie Antoinette.
I'm g... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | What?
I thought I was done with this. I thought I had escaped. There can't be more.
I can't see anything, I can't really feel anything either. I can't really move at all.
I try to speak, I can't. It's just me and my thoughts.
How did this happen?
"You know how this happened."
What? Who's that?
"You know how thi... | *Damn*, it's hot in here. What kind of casino doesn't have air conditioning? It is probably over capacity, too. The number of people--it's overwhelming. They're all dressed up, too. Loons. The costumes are super accurate, though. It's crazy. I swear I just saw Allen Ginsberg walk by, talking to Marie Antoinette.
I'm g... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I never believed in reincarnation. I was always more of a final-thinking guy– you know, when you're dead, you're dead. Game over. But as I gaped at my surroundings in a sad attempt to take them all in, I suddenly found myself wishing I'd woken up as anything else but me.
The world around me is darker than the night. T... | *Damn*, it's hot in here. What kind of casino doesn't have air conditioning? It is probably over capacity, too. The number of people--it's overwhelming. They're all dressed up, too. Loons. The costumes are super accurate, though. It's crazy. I swear I just saw Allen Ginsberg walk by, talking to Marie Antoinette.
I'm g... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I open my eyes, expecting to see demons dancing around me ; pitchforks in hand, muttering some demonic song or curse.
But there is none.
As far as I can see, everything is white and silent.
I am alone in hell, if this is hell.
I stand up, from where I had found myself lying on the cold floor. Suddenly I see that it... | *Damn*, it's hot in here. What kind of casino doesn't have air conditioning? It is probably over capacity, too. The number of people--it's overwhelming. They're all dressed up, too. Loons. The costumes are super accurate, though. It's crazy. I swear I just saw Allen Ginsberg walk by, talking to Marie Antoinette.
I'm g... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | As the grayness recedes and dim light filters in, I slowly perceive my surroundings. In a car … my car. In the driver’s seat. Parked, the garish light of the convenience store sign washing out the colors, turning the dashboard gray, my hands fishbelly white. I watch as my right hand reaches out to unlock the glove comp... | ...where am I? I don't remember driving to New Jersey. |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | What?
I thought I was done with this. I thought I had escaped. There can't be more.
I can't see anything, I can't really feel anything either. I can't really move at all.
I try to speak, I can't. It's just me and my thoughts.
How did this happen?
"You know how this happened."
What? Who's that?
"You know how thi... | ...where am I? I don't remember driving to New Jersey. |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I never believed in reincarnation. I was always more of a final-thinking guy– you know, when you're dead, you're dead. Game over. But as I gaped at my surroundings in a sad attempt to take them all in, I suddenly found myself wishing I'd woken up as anything else but me.
The world around me is darker than the night. T... | ...where am I? I don't remember driving to New Jersey. |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I open my eyes, expecting to see demons dancing around me ; pitchforks in hand, muttering some demonic song or curse.
But there is none.
As far as I can see, everything is white and silent.
I am alone in hell, if this is hell.
I stand up, from where I had found myself lying on the cold floor. Suddenly I see that it... | ...where am I? I don't remember driving to New Jersey. |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | As the grayness recedes and dim light filters in, I slowly perceive my surroundings. In a car … my car. In the driver’s seat. Parked, the garish light of the convenience store sign washing out the colors, turning the dashboard gray, my hands fishbelly white. I watch as my right hand reaches out to unlock the glove comp... | Move your hand first, wiggle your fingers. You’ve been here before.
You’re dreaming, well not dreaming, but not awake either. Just push up your head. Focus on your breathing.
No your breathing. The other breathing isn’t real. It’s on your face but it isn’t real and I don’t care if it smells like sulfur.
It i... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | What?
I thought I was done with this. I thought I had escaped. There can't be more.
I can't see anything, I can't really feel anything either. I can't really move at all.
I try to speak, I can't. It's just me and my thoughts.
How did this happen?
"You know how this happened."
What? Who's that?
"You know how thi... | Move your hand first, wiggle your fingers. You’ve been here before.
You’re dreaming, well not dreaming, but not awake either. Just push up your head. Focus on your breathing.
No your breathing. The other breathing isn’t real. It’s on your face but it isn’t real and I don’t care if it smells like sulfur.
It i... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I never believed in reincarnation. I was always more of a final-thinking guy– you know, when you're dead, you're dead. Game over. But as I gaped at my surroundings in a sad attempt to take them all in, I suddenly found myself wishing I'd woken up as anything else but me.
The world around me is darker than the night. T... | Move your hand first, wiggle your fingers. You’ve been here before.
You’re dreaming, well not dreaming, but not awake either. Just push up your head. Focus on your breathing.
No your breathing. The other breathing isn’t real. It’s on your face but it isn’t real and I don’t care if it smells like sulfur.
It i... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I open my eyes, expecting to see demons dancing around me ; pitchforks in hand, muttering some demonic song or curse.
But there is none.
As far as I can see, everything is white and silent.
I am alone in hell, if this is hell.
I stand up, from where I had found myself lying on the cold floor. Suddenly I see that it... | Move your hand first, wiggle your fingers. You’ve been here before.
You’re dreaming, well not dreaming, but not awake either. Just push up your head. Focus on your breathing.
No your breathing. The other breathing isn’t real. It’s on your face but it isn’t real and I don’t care if it smells like sulfur.
It i... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I never believed in reincarnation. I was always more of a final-thinking guy– you know, when you're dead, you're dead. Game over. But as I gaped at my surroundings in a sad attempt to take them all in, I suddenly found myself wishing I'd woken up as anything else but me.
The world around me is darker than the night. T... | As the grayness recedes and dim light filters in, I slowly perceive my surroundings. In a car … my car. In the driver’s seat. Parked, the garish light of the convenience store sign washing out the colors, turning the dashboard gray, my hands fishbelly white. I watch as my right hand reaches out to unlock the glove comp... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I open my eyes, expecting to see demons dancing around me ; pitchforks in hand, muttering some demonic song or curse.
But there is none.
As far as I can see, everything is white and silent.
I am alone in hell, if this is hell.
I stand up, from where I had found myself lying on the cold floor. Suddenly I see that it... | As the grayness recedes and dim light filters in, I slowly perceive my surroundings. In a car … my car. In the driver’s seat. Parked, the garish light of the convenience store sign washing out the colors, turning the dashboard gray, my hands fishbelly white. I watch as my right hand reaches out to unlock the glove comp... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I never believed in reincarnation. I was always more of a final-thinking guy– you know, when you're dead, you're dead. Game over. But as I gaped at my surroundings in a sad attempt to take them all in, I suddenly found myself wishing I'd woken up as anything else but me.
The world around me is darker than the night. T... | What?
I thought I was done with this. I thought I had escaped. There can't be more.
I can't see anything, I can't really feel anything either. I can't really move at all.
I try to speak, I can't. It's just me and my thoughts.
How did this happen?
"You know how this happened."
What? Who's that?
"You know how thi... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I know I exist. I don't know much else. I feel like I am on the verge of something big. I think I am on the verge of memory, if I'm using that term correctly. Of course I must be, it seems to be coming from the same place as all these other words, this language. Language! That is something! I have something I know othe... | The morning sunlight gently glides down onto my face, warming it. Birds chirp gently, beckoning for me to awake, but I can't, I must not. I know where I am. The only place in this world that is my hell. I smell pancakes cooking down below and the chirpy call of an old lady sounding my name, I cannot resist, I must go... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I open my eyes, expecting to see demons dancing around me ; pitchforks in hand, muttering some demonic song or curse.
But there is none.
As far as I can see, everything is white and silent.
I am alone in hell, if this is hell.
I stand up, from where I had found myself lying on the cold floor. Suddenly I see that it... | The morning sunlight gently glides down onto my face, warming it. Birds chirp gently, beckoning for me to awake, but I can't, I must not. I know where I am. The only place in this world that is my hell. I smell pancakes cooking down below and the chirpy call of an old lady sounding my name, I cannot resist, I must go... |
You don't know how you died but you wake up in hell. Describe hell. | [WP] You wake up in hell. | I open my eyes, expecting to see demons dancing around me ; pitchforks in hand, muttering some demonic song or curse.
But there is none.
As far as I can see, everything is white and silent.
I am alone in hell, if this is hell.
I stand up, from where I had found myself lying on the cold floor. Suddenly I see that it... | I know I exist. I don't know much else. I feel like I am on the verge of something big. I think I am on the verge of memory, if I'm using that term correctly. Of course I must be, it seems to be coming from the same place as all these other words, this language. Language! That is something! I have something I know othe... |
[WP] A man writes to his father, trying to make amends for selfish reasons. Make it so that it is difficult to empathize with either character. | ~~Dad,~~ ~~Mr. Halton,~~ Walter,
Mom called me the other week, about you, about the accident, about everything. I don't know how often you answer your email, or even if you'll be able to, but I have to talk to you.
If I went to the hospital, you wouldn't recognize me. I promise. I'm doing better; I'm okay, in case y... | no matter how much I have tryed to right you you always never right back. how am I suppose to learn about my daghter when shelly dont visit no more. Why dont you visit. An im sorry the lawyer fucked me cuz im innacent and he didnt do shit to keep me out of here an now shellys bitch ass off fucking with other people and... | |
[WP] Two soldiers run into each other in battle and are about to kill each other, when for some reason they decide to talk. After some conversation, they find themselves liking the other, and not sure whether they can kill each other. | I can't pull the trigger. His eyes are wide with fear and uncertainty. Somehow he hasn't pulled it either. He looks like my younger brother, only a darker shade of blond and darker blue eyes. Then again, anything could seem darker in the shade of trees. The battle is going on all round us but we seem to be in a timeles... | Lt. Urmomsatool ran screaming with his rifle in hand toward the German soldier in front of him, his mouth open wide and ready to spill the soldier's insides all over himself. His carnal, animalistic instincts had taken over and he was prepared to kill or be killed.
Captain Deutchlandrocks matched the young American's ... | |
[WP] A foreign dictator learns that his favorite American sitcom has been canceled. He kidnaps the cast and crew and forces them to make new episodes just for him. | This actually pretty much happened http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shin_Sang-ok | Sing me one last song.
Muse, make me shiver again.
NOW, Scheherazade! | |
[WP] A foreign dictator learns that his favorite American sitcom has been canceled. He kidnaps the cast and crew and forces them to make new episodes just for him. | you know this has sort of [happened](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shin_Sang-ok)? | Sing me one last song.
Muse, make me shiver again.
NOW, Scheherazade! | |
[WP] A foreign dictator learns that his favorite American sitcom has been canceled. He kidnaps the cast and crew and forces them to make new episodes just for him. | He cocks the gun and presses the barrel against the trembling prisoner's forehead hard enough to bruise. Still on his knees in the mud, tears begin streaming down the prisoner's face, fogging up his glasses but he doesn't cry out. He won't give this bastard the satisfaction.
"Say the line.", He demands calmly, loom... | Sing me one last song.
Muse, make me shiver again.
NOW, Scheherazade! | |
[WP] A foreign dictator learns that his favorite American sitcom has been canceled. He kidnaps the cast and crew and forces them to make new episodes just for him. | **9AM**
**On a Monday**
**Damascus, Syria**
-- MAC and DENNIS are standing in an ornate room. MAC holds an ornate vase and is gesturing wildly. --
**MAC:** See, I told you bro! I told you he had treasure! These Iraqis stole them and we have to get them back, just like Indy would!
-- DENNIS rolls his eyes, exasper... | Sing me one last song.
Muse, make me shiver again.
NOW, Scheherazade! | |
[WP] A foreign dictator learns that his favorite American sitcom has been canceled. He kidnaps the cast and crew and forces them to make new episodes just for him. | (Tape begins)
Greetings, my television people!
(A new shot, with the dictator in a different outfit)
While you have yet to make knowings of me, I feel we are already *friends*. Knowing you from many episodes of your popular American sitcom, it was made national day of mourning when I heard of your cancellation. The... | Sing me one last song.
Muse, make me shiver again.
NOW, Scheherazade! | |
[WP] A foreign dictator learns that his favorite American sitcom has been canceled. He kidnaps the cast and crew and forces them to make new episodes just for him. | I'm really gonna miss *Single Female Lawyer.* | Sing me one last song.
Muse, make me shiver again.
NOW, Scheherazade! | |
[WP] A foreign dictator learns that his favorite American sitcom has been canceled. He kidnaps the cast and crew and forces them to make new episodes just for him. | This actually pretty much happened http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shin_Sang-ok | day 11: we have now been locked up here for 11 days, and counting, he forces us to do the unspeakable, to do our show, again and again, we doesn't have any of our writers, we just have to improvise every single line, and as soon as we're off set. We have to write what we can, and it has to be fun, otherwise we end up a... | |
[WP] A foreign dictator learns that his favorite American sitcom has been canceled. He kidnaps the cast and crew and forces them to make new episodes just for him. | He cocks the gun and presses the barrel against the trembling prisoner's forehead hard enough to bruise. Still on his knees in the mud, tears begin streaming down the prisoner's face, fogging up his glasses but he doesn't cry out. He won't give this bastard the satisfaction.
"Say the line.", He demands calmly, loom... | day 11: we have now been locked up here for 11 days, and counting, he forces us to do the unspeakable, to do our show, again and again, we doesn't have any of our writers, we just have to improvise every single line, and as soon as we're off set. We have to write what we can, and it has to be fun, otherwise we end up a... | |
[WP] A foreign dictator learns that his favorite American sitcom has been canceled. He kidnaps the cast and crew and forces them to make new episodes just for him. | I'm really gonna miss *Single Female Lawyer.* | **9AM**
**On a Monday**
**Damascus, Syria**
-- MAC and DENNIS are standing in an ornate room. MAC holds an ornate vase and is gesturing wildly. --
**MAC:** See, I told you bro! I told you he had treasure! These Iraqis stole them and we have to get them back, just like Indy would!
-- DENNIS rolls his eyes, exasper... | |
[WP] A foreign dictator learns that his favorite American sitcom has been canceled. He kidnaps the cast and crew and forces them to make new episodes just for him. | I'm really gonna miss *Single Female Lawyer.* | (Tape begins)
Greetings, my television people!
(A new shot, with the dictator in a different outfit)
While you have yet to make knowings of me, I feel we are already *friends*. Knowing you from many episodes of your popular American sitcom, it was made national day of mourning when I heard of your cancellation. The... | |
You can give me a mythical story inspired by an actual historical event, or let an archaeologist discover remains of today's civilization.
| [WP] Many thousand years from now, much of today's known history has faded into myth | We watch the illuminator sink over the mountains of debris in the distance, him and I. Down the hill, across the dead grassless plains, the only sign of life a winding river stretching off into the wasteland. Even the river blackens as it nears the debris. We've been doing this every light cycle since he was born, but ... | 14 - As he drove his fortress-chariot through the sky, the colonel felt fear, and great regret. For he had received His astra to make end to this war, to protect the lives of thousands and to bring glory to his kingdom, the colonel knew that it was his commission to follow the words of the prophets.
15 - Yet, though a... |
Here's my response:
As his foot left the rusted, red parapet a splintering of regret surged through his body. He had been certain. Well, at least he thought he had been certain. No more.
He could picture his wife, staring through him with a bemoaning glare. That too-familiar, unendurable, agonised silence. That glaze... | [WP] Your protagonist makes a decision they instantly regret. | *Inhale*
*Exhale*
"Stay calm. Don't freak out." David thought to himself.
----
Everyone in the house was asleep. After a long day of classes, work, and then studying, David had come home around 11:30, dragging himself down the stairs to his room. He was glad to be done with his day: memorizing his text books, only ... | Mr. Saunders didn't usually take the bus to work. He usually spent his morning comfortably tucked into the seat of his luxury Buick, brand new in 2009, with the radio tuned in to his favorite conservative shock jockey. He usually sipped the warm coffee his wife had prepared him as he cruised down the HOV lane in peace.... |
Here's my response:
As his foot left the rusted, red parapet a splintering of regret surged through his body. He had been certain. Well, at least he thought he had been certain. No more.
He could picture his wife, staring through him with a bemoaning glare. That too-familiar, unendurable, agonised silence. That glaze... | [WP] Your protagonist makes a decision they instantly regret. | It was a delicate maneuver, or at least he thought, as he positioned the metal wedge at just the right angle and wrenched off the bottle cap. The familiar aroma rose to his nostrils. He hesitated a half second. It was a long half second, though.
In fact, it was just enough to think about drinking. For most people it'... | Mr. Saunders didn't usually take the bus to work. He usually spent his morning comfortably tucked into the seat of his luxury Buick, brand new in 2009, with the radio tuned in to his favorite conservative shock jockey. He usually sipped the warm coffee his wife had prepared him as he cruised down the HOV lane in peace.... |
Here's my response:
As his foot left the rusted, red parapet a splintering of regret surged through his body. He had been certain. Well, at least he thought he had been certain. No more.
He could picture his wife, staring through him with a bemoaning glare. That too-familiar, unendurable, agonised silence. That glaze... | [WP] Your protagonist makes a decision they instantly regret. | "What kind of icecream would you like?"
Hmm. Chocolate or strawberry? One would surely make my tastebuds happier at this point in time.
Weighing the two against each other, I came to a quick decision.
"I'll have the strawberry, please. One scoop."
As the server went about their work, my stomach dropped.
Inexplicab... | Mr. Saunders didn't usually take the bus to work. He usually spent his morning comfortably tucked into the seat of his luxury Buick, brand new in 2009, with the radio tuned in to his favorite conservative shock jockey. He usually sipped the warm coffee his wife had prepared him as he cruised down the HOV lane in peace.... |
[FF] Describe a character's appearance using terrible similes and metaphors, but get the point across. Two-hundred words or less. | Jack was a man. A real man's man, with a beard as rugged as those crispy TV dinner chicken nuggets you would eat after a long night of work. He stood six foot five, a Galaxy Note to the little iPhones surrounding him. Indeed, it was his immense figure that gave him strength like that of a potato being fired out of a ca... | His eyes could stop a train, his breath, two trains. his hair was curled as if it was a piece of rye bread left in a toaster too long. His nose had been picked often, and vigorously. It bled randomly during the day almost as if his sinus passages had first-class tickets on a flight to a Caribbean resort and wanted to g... | |
[FF] Describe a character's appearance using terrible similes and metaphors, but get the point across. Two-hundred words or less. | Oh man, I remember a site that was dedicated to posting awful similes/metaphors that would come in from writing contests. If I remember correctly, one of them was -
"She was giant - as a tall as a six-foot tall tree". | His eyes could stop a train, his breath, two trains. his hair was curled as if it was a piece of rye bread left in a toaster too long. His nose had been picked often, and vigorously. It bled randomly during the day almost as if his sinus passages had first-class tickets on a flight to a Caribbean resort and wanted to g... | |
[FF] Describe a character's appearance using terrible similes and metaphors, but get the point across. Two-hundred words or less. | I still remember the first time I saw her. It was at a McDonalds on 34th Street. She meandered in like an overly confident tap dancer with no training or experience. Her thighs clapped with each step, like a well-trained seal receiving a fish. She was wider than she was tall, her skin and shape bringing about memories ... | His eyes could stop a train, his breath, two trains. his hair was curled as if it was a piece of rye bread left in a toaster too long. His nose had been picked often, and vigorously. It bled randomly during the day almost as if his sinus passages had first-class tickets on a flight to a Caribbean resort and wanted to g... | |
[FF] Describe a character's appearance using terrible similes and metaphors, but get the point across. Two-hundred words or less. | The moment she walked in the room, every man instantly froze. It was as if an extra long hot dog had come in a normal size hot dog package: you could see the resemblance of this woman to others of her kind, but she stood out like a foot long among six inchers.
Professionally, casually, seductively, she walked to the f... | He terrified me from the first glance.
His hair, the way it spread out to the sides, looked like a ketchup bottle that had shattered on the ground. Around his neck he wore what could have been a doily from my grandmother’s tea room. And like a homeless man who gathers what clothes he can find from a dumpster, his shir... | |
Let what they feel, say and do speak about what happened. | [WP] Write about someone who is heartbroken, but don't explain why. | Kevin felt the lump in his throat start to form again. These episodes have been happening more and more frequently. He quickly blinked and took a deep breath and waited for it to pass.
“Not while I’m at work” he whispered “not while I’m at work.”
He looked at the calendar. November 9th.
"No shit," he thought to hi... | "I'm not hungry," I said for the third time.
The bare trees reached at me through the window. The trees offer more comfort than my family, who's endless, soft atonement murmured on, incomprehensible behind me. I stand up to get out of the room, away from them. My legs feel like a mass of rubber bands, stretched to the ... |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | I looked up from the cutting board and was immediately on alert. It was too quiet in the house. Knife in hand, I started my walk through. First I check the computer room, though I'm almost certain no one has been in the kitchen with me. Nothing. Back through the kitchen and into the living room. Still nothing. The sile... | Ethan hid behind the couch, his small fingers gripping the knife firmly. He shut his mouth so she couldn't hear his rapid breathing. Who was she, this terrifying old woman that held him captive? She had taken him, called him Niall. She insisted he had to come with her, that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Ethan beg... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | The light glints off my dagger as I inspect my work. I just sharpened her, and fuck me if she isn't just the sexiest piece of steel I've laid my hands on.
She isn't particularly made for this task, slicing through that tight skin and juicy flesh. I have other knives and sharp objects that are better suited. But she ... | Ethan hid behind the couch, his small fingers gripping the knife firmly. He shut his mouth so she couldn't hear his rapid breathing. Who was she, this terrifying old woman that held him captive? She had taken him, called him Niall. She insisted he had to come with her, that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Ethan beg... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | The fear overwhelmed his senses as the figure in white loomed over him, iron-wrought contraption in hand.
*"Mmrph mhh guhl!"* he pleaded, his words turned into the slurred ramblings of a drunk. The figure only chuckled as it donned its mask. "Now now," it said with a soothing tone. "We're almost done. It'll all be o... | Ethan hid behind the couch, his small fingers gripping the knife firmly. He shut his mouth so she couldn't hear his rapid breathing. Who was she, this terrifying old woman that held him captive? She had taken him, called him Niall. She insisted he had to come with her, that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Ethan beg... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | It was dark, and the stench was unbearable. Molly stood at the threshold, and knew, with a sad, sick sinking her in stomach, what must come next...But the smell, oh god the smell. Her heart raced in her throat, cold acidic sweat poured down her back like little icy fingers. She was consumed with dread.
Others had co... | Ethan hid behind the couch, his small fingers gripping the knife firmly. He shut his mouth so she couldn't hear his rapid breathing. Who was she, this terrifying old woman that held him captive? She had taken him, called him Niall. She insisted he had to come with her, that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Ethan beg... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | The courdory couch was smooth, my heart pounding as my face pressed into the velvety ridges.
Quick. He's coming.
The slapping of bare feet on the cold moist tile, damp from the condensation of the florida heat.
I remember last time he caught me. I had to beg him to stop. He was laughing as he looked into my eyes and... | Ethan hid behind the couch, his small fingers gripping the knife firmly. He shut his mouth so she couldn't hear his rapid breathing. Who was she, this terrifying old woman that held him captive? She had taken him, called him Niall. She insisted he had to come with her, that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Ethan beg... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | She crept up to the door slowly. The neighbourhood seemed eerily quiet. A lone streetlight flickered onto her steps. The porch lights, which she usually left on, had succumbed to darkness. She could feel a presence welling up behind the door of her house. For a brief moment, she resolved to run, turn away and return in... | Ethan hid behind the couch, his small fingers gripping the knife firmly. He shut his mouth so she couldn't hear his rapid breathing. Who was she, this terrifying old woman that held him captive? She had taken him, called him Niall. She insisted he had to come with her, that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Ethan beg... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | "We knew absolutely nothing about them. We had no idea how they came, nor how they were capable of locomotion in those ravaged husks they called bodies. All we knew was that they had arrived. My name is Jonathan Clydesdale, I am 34 years of age, the date is the 30th of October 1987 and these may be the last words I spe... | Ethan hid behind the couch, his small fingers gripping the knife firmly. He shut his mouth so she couldn't hear his rapid breathing. Who was she, this terrifying old woman that held him captive? She had taken him, called him Niall. She insisted he had to come with her, that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Ethan beg... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | By god, the stench was unbearable. Even as Jonathan neared the closed door, the noxious smell of putrescence wafted through the air, assaulting his nostrils like a heavyweight boxer. His guts twisted into a painful knot as a shiver inched its way down his spine, in dread anticipation of the horrors he'd find past the ... | Ethan hid behind the couch, his small fingers gripping the knife firmly. He shut his mouth so she couldn't hear his rapid breathing. Who was she, this terrifying old woman that held him captive? She had taken him, called him Niall. She insisted he had to come with her, that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Ethan beg... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | I looked up from the cutting board and was immediately on alert. It was too quiet in the house. Knife in hand, I started my walk through. First I check the computer room, though I'm almost certain no one has been in the kitchen with me. Nothing. Back through the kitchen and into the living room. Still nothing. The sile... | It was a cold morning. After a long walk, the kid approached the big metal gates and saw a large towering castle behind them, which looked like something out of a movie. He started to cry. The people around him began to laugh at his reaction. Was this real life? He couldn't handle it. He smelled an erie stench and... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | The light glints off my dagger as I inspect my work. I just sharpened her, and fuck me if she isn't just the sexiest piece of steel I've laid my hands on.
She isn't particularly made for this task, slicing through that tight skin and juicy flesh. I have other knives and sharp objects that are better suited. But she ... | It was a cold morning. After a long walk, the kid approached the big metal gates and saw a large towering castle behind them, which looked like something out of a movie. He started to cry. The people around him began to laugh at his reaction. Was this real life? He couldn't handle it. He smelled an erie stench and... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | The fear overwhelmed his senses as the figure in white loomed over him, iron-wrought contraption in hand.
*"Mmrph mhh guhl!"* he pleaded, his words turned into the slurred ramblings of a drunk. The figure only chuckled as it donned its mask. "Now now," it said with a soothing tone. "We're almost done. It'll all be o... | It was a cold morning. After a long walk, the kid approached the big metal gates and saw a large towering castle behind them, which looked like something out of a movie. He started to cry. The people around him began to laugh at his reaction. Was this real life? He couldn't handle it. He smelled an erie stench and... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | It was dark, and the stench was unbearable. Molly stood at the threshold, and knew, with a sad, sick sinking her in stomach, what must come next...But the smell, oh god the smell. Her heart raced in her throat, cold acidic sweat poured down her back like little icy fingers. She was consumed with dread.
Others had co... | It was a cold morning. After a long walk, the kid approached the big metal gates and saw a large towering castle behind them, which looked like something out of a movie. He started to cry. The people around him began to laugh at his reaction. Was this real life? He couldn't handle it. He smelled an erie stench and... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | The courdory couch was smooth, my heart pounding as my face pressed into the velvety ridges.
Quick. He's coming.
The slapping of bare feet on the cold moist tile, damp from the condensation of the florida heat.
I remember last time he caught me. I had to beg him to stop. He was laughing as he looked into my eyes and... | It was a cold morning. After a long walk, the kid approached the big metal gates and saw a large towering castle behind them, which looked like something out of a movie. He started to cry. The people around him began to laugh at his reaction. Was this real life? He couldn't handle it. He smelled an erie stench and... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | "We knew absolutely nothing about them. We had no idea how they came, nor how they were capable of locomotion in those ravaged husks they called bodies. All we knew was that they had arrived. My name is Jonathan Clydesdale, I am 34 years of age, the date is the 30th of October 1987 and these may be the last words I spe... | It was a cold morning. After a long walk, the kid approached the big metal gates and saw a large towering castle behind them, which looked like something out of a movie. He started to cry. The people around him began to laugh at his reaction. Was this real life? He couldn't handle it. He smelled an erie stench and... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | By god, the stench was unbearable. Even as Jonathan neared the closed door, the noxious smell of putrescence wafted through the air, assaulting his nostrils like a heavyweight boxer. His guts twisted into a painful knot as a shiver inched its way down his spine, in dread anticipation of the horrors he'd find past the ... | It was a cold morning. After a long walk, the kid approached the big metal gates and saw a large towering castle behind them, which looked like something out of a movie. He started to cry. The people around him began to laugh at his reaction. Was this real life? He couldn't handle it. He smelled an erie stench and... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | The fear overwhelmed his senses as the figure in white loomed over him, iron-wrought contraption in hand.
*"Mmrph mhh guhl!"* he pleaded, his words turned into the slurred ramblings of a drunk. The figure only chuckled as it donned its mask. "Now now," it said with a soothing tone. "We're almost done. It'll all be o... | It had entered me unexpectedly, and taken root within my viscera, underneath my flesh, inside my body.
It festered inside me, draining me of nutrients. I needed more food for sustenance.
It grew larger, and soon, it started to hinder my movement.
But the worst was yet to come. One day, I knew, the creature would tir... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | It was dark, and the stench was unbearable. Molly stood at the threshold, and knew, with a sad, sick sinking her in stomach, what must come next...But the smell, oh god the smell. Her heart raced in her throat, cold acidic sweat poured down her back like little icy fingers. She was consumed with dread.
Others had co... | It had entered me unexpectedly, and taken root within my viscera, underneath my flesh, inside my body.
It festered inside me, draining me of nutrients. I needed more food for sustenance.
It grew larger, and soon, it started to hinder my movement.
But the worst was yet to come. One day, I knew, the creature would tir... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | The courdory couch was smooth, my heart pounding as my face pressed into the velvety ridges.
Quick. He's coming.
The slapping of bare feet on the cold moist tile, damp from the condensation of the florida heat.
I remember last time he caught me. I had to beg him to stop. He was laughing as he looked into my eyes and... | It had entered me unexpectedly, and taken root within my viscera, underneath my flesh, inside my body.
It festered inside me, draining me of nutrients. I needed more food for sustenance.
It grew larger, and soon, it started to hinder my movement.
But the worst was yet to come. One day, I knew, the creature would tir... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | "We knew absolutely nothing about them. We had no idea how they came, nor how they were capable of locomotion in those ravaged husks they called bodies. All we knew was that they had arrived. My name is Jonathan Clydesdale, I am 34 years of age, the date is the 30th of October 1987 and these may be the last words I spe... | It had entered me unexpectedly, and taken root within my viscera, underneath my flesh, inside my body.
It festered inside me, draining me of nutrients. I needed more food for sustenance.
It grew larger, and soon, it started to hinder my movement.
But the worst was yet to come. One day, I knew, the creature would tir... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | It was dark, and the stench was unbearable. Molly stood at the threshold, and knew, with a sad, sick sinking her in stomach, what must come next...But the smell, oh god the smell. Her heart raced in her throat, cold acidic sweat poured down her back like little icy fingers. She was consumed with dread.
Others had co... | I looked up from the cutting board and was immediately on alert. It was too quiet in the house. Knife in hand, I started my walk through. First I check the computer room, though I'm almost certain no one has been in the kitchen with me. Nothing. Back through the kitchen and into the living room. Still nothing. The sile... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | The courdory couch was smooth, my heart pounding as my face pressed into the velvety ridges.
Quick. He's coming.
The slapping of bare feet on the cold moist tile, damp from the condensation of the florida heat.
I remember last time he caught me. I had to beg him to stop. He was laughing as he looked into my eyes and... | I looked up from the cutting board and was immediately on alert. It was too quiet in the house. Knife in hand, I started my walk through. First I check the computer room, though I'm almost certain no one has been in the kitchen with me. Nothing. Back through the kitchen and into the living room. Still nothing. The sile... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | "We knew absolutely nothing about them. We had no idea how they came, nor how they were capable of locomotion in those ravaged husks they called bodies. All we knew was that they had arrived. My name is Jonathan Clydesdale, I am 34 years of age, the date is the 30th of October 1987 and these may be the last words I spe... | I looked up from the cutting board and was immediately on alert. It was too quiet in the house. Knife in hand, I started my walk through. First I check the computer room, though I'm almost certain no one has been in the kitchen with me. Nothing. Back through the kitchen and into the living room. Still nothing. The sile... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | It was dark, and the stench was unbearable. Molly stood at the threshold, and knew, with a sad, sick sinking her in stomach, what must come next...But the smell, oh god the smell. Her heart raced in her throat, cold acidic sweat poured down her back like little icy fingers. She was consumed with dread.
Others had co... | The light glints off my dagger as I inspect my work. I just sharpened her, and fuck me if she isn't just the sexiest piece of steel I've laid my hands on.
She isn't particularly made for this task, slicing through that tight skin and juicy flesh. I have other knives and sharp objects that are better suited. But she ... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | The courdory couch was smooth, my heart pounding as my face pressed into the velvety ridges.
Quick. He's coming.
The slapping of bare feet on the cold moist tile, damp from the condensation of the florida heat.
I remember last time he caught me. I had to beg him to stop. He was laughing as he looked into my eyes and... | The light glints off my dagger as I inspect my work. I just sharpened her, and fuck me if she isn't just the sexiest piece of steel I've laid my hands on.
She isn't particularly made for this task, slicing through that tight skin and juicy flesh. I have other knives and sharp objects that are better suited. But she ... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | "We knew absolutely nothing about them. We had no idea how they came, nor how they were capable of locomotion in those ravaged husks they called bodies. All we knew was that they had arrived. My name is Jonathan Clydesdale, I am 34 years of age, the date is the 30th of October 1987 and these may be the last words I spe... | The light glints off my dagger as I inspect my work. I just sharpened her, and fuck me if she isn't just the sexiest piece of steel I've laid my hands on.
She isn't particularly made for this task, slicing through that tight skin and juicy flesh. I have other knives and sharp objects that are better suited. But she ... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | It was dark, and the stench was unbearable. Molly stood at the threshold, and knew, with a sad, sick sinking her in stomach, what must come next...But the smell, oh god the smell. Her heart raced in her throat, cold acidic sweat poured down her back like little icy fingers. She was consumed with dread.
Others had co... | The fear overwhelmed his senses as the figure in white loomed over him, iron-wrought contraption in hand.
*"Mmrph mhh guhl!"* he pleaded, his words turned into the slurred ramblings of a drunk. The figure only chuckled as it donned its mask. "Now now," it said with a soothing tone. "We're almost done. It'll all be o... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | "We knew absolutely nothing about them. We had no idea how they came, nor how they were capable of locomotion in those ravaged husks they called bodies. All we knew was that they had arrived. My name is Jonathan Clydesdale, I am 34 years of age, the date is the 30th of October 1987 and these may be the last words I spe... | The courdory couch was smooth, my heart pounding as my face pressed into the velvety ridges.
Quick. He's coming.
The slapping of bare feet on the cold moist tile, damp from the condensation of the florida heat.
I remember last time he caught me. I had to beg him to stop. He was laughing as he looked into my eyes and... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | "We knew absolutely nothing about them. We had no idea how they came, nor how they were capable of locomotion in those ravaged husks they called bodies. All we knew was that they had arrived. My name is Jonathan Clydesdale, I am 34 years of age, the date is the 30th of October 1987 and these may be the last words I spe... | She crept up to the door slowly. The neighbourhood seemed eerily quiet. A lone streetlight flickered onto her steps. The porch lights, which she usually left on, had succumbed to darkness. She could feel a presence welling up behind the door of her house. For a brief moment, she resolved to run, turn away and return in... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | By god, the stench was unbearable. Even as Jonathan neared the closed door, the noxious smell of putrescence wafted through the air, assaulting his nostrils like a heavyweight boxer. His guts twisted into a painful knot as a shiver inched its way down his spine, in dread anticipation of the horrors he'd find past the ... | She crept up to the door slowly. The neighbourhood seemed eerily quiet. A lone streetlight flickered onto her steps. The porch lights, which she usually left on, had succumbed to darkness. She could feel a presence welling up behind the door of her house. For a brief moment, she resolved to run, turn away and return in... | |
[WP] Write a story that seems like a horror story until the last line. | My wife came home.
In Sims 3.
| I only knew that I was being observed. I was not alone in the room, but I could hear or see nothing apart from the fans of my old laptop and the cars in the streen. It was 3 AM and I still had a lot of work to do, but I couldn't focus.
When I first heard the slight tapping in the floor, just a couple of meters away fr... | |
They have someone's entire life on DVR to choose from. | [WP] An entire life, as judged by reality TV show hosts. | Edna never stood a chance. That she made the finals at all caused a furor among long-time fans. Sami, for instance, had a rough childhood on the streets, turning to a drug dependency at an early age that prompted a recurring subplot. His road to recovery and redemption was heartwarming, racking up audience votes by the... | On the big screen, Lisa could see herself crossing a street.
"What a bitch move, Lisa, what a fucking bitch move." The video paused and John Dawkins had his signature scowl on as he pointed up at the screen, "You crossed the street just to avoid this homeless guy, didn't you?"
Katy Wight shook her head, her dreadlock... |
[WP] Write a formal letter to a laser shooting Tyrannosaurus Rex with a jetpack that is destroying your city | Dear Mark Whalburg,
I understand how upset you are about those teeny tiny arms that Jesus gave you but that is no excuse for using the jet pack and lasers that Michael Bay gave you to go on a rampage.
And in conclusion, c'mon c'mon feel it feel it.
Sincerely yours, Surly_Badger | Dear Laser Shooting Tyrannosaurus Rex with a Jetpack that is Destroying My City,
On November 18th of this year, 2013, I attempted to purchase a coffee from a nearby Starbucks. Upon attempting to purchase said coffee, the clerk behind the counter informed me "Holy shit, look out!" *He* used an exclamation mark, just to... | |
had a weird dream last night. a US soldier, but instead of an assault rifle, he was using a sword (possibly a gladius) and shield. thought i would let someone else run with it | [WP] the world's armies no longer use guns or explosives. describe a soldier's routine | He stared at me as I stared at him and he took off his backpack.
"There's no need for that," I called.
The backpack stayed on the ground but he shook his head. "You're in our territory."
This had grown less common but every so often you found someone who went by the book.
"We don't have to do this," I said. "We c... | She wrote him so many letters he no longer had room to keep them all. He loved every one, every detail of her mundane life back home. She described in depth the surprise run-ins with the neighbors at the grocery store. Each call she got from his mother spawned pages and pages of gossip from her bridge club and his ... |
Bonus points if someone else with knowledge of each topic can comment on how accurate each post is. | [WP] They say you write about what you know. Write about something you have little to no knowledge of. | Write about something you know nothing about. Seemed like a good prompt as any, I thought to myself just twenty minutes past midnight. My lungs wretched and heaved, as the persistent cough that'd plagued me for the last few days remained. I thought about things I'd never done.
Cold wind pushed against my hood and fle... | When I told people that I wanted to be an engineer, they always said the same thing: *Oh, engineering. Make sure you take a lot of math classes.* Yeah, no shit. But when I got to college, amidst the maelstrom of calculus and trigonometry, I saw there was something else that makes or breaks an engineer: vision. In t... |
[WP] A world where men have been oppressed and they are now fighting for equal rights. | They marched by the thousands up to the Capitol Dome, pickets in hands, chants in unison. It had taken months of petitioning and deal making by the MaleMovement leaders to schedule an actual plot of time to publicly protest the injustices done to their gender, and the fruits of their labor yielded more bodies of suppor... | As Roger slaved in his apron, he could feel the heat of the oven. Just as he was putting the last piece of bread on top of the sandwich, he heard a yell from the living room. "And grab me a piece of cheese cake will ya!" Cried his wife. Some times Roger wondered if Debra still loved him like she once had. | |
[WP] You wake up blindfolded next to three strangers in the middle of the desert, you are all buried in the sand up to your head. The three of you try to remember what happened. | "What the hell is going on?", mumbled a voice to my left.
I turned my head, but the stiff resistance of the sand held it fast. Sand? Why was there sand? My groggy eyes creaked open and out of the corner of my eye I could make out a head. This apparition continued to talk and strangely I could understand most of what ... | Shouldn't Me plus three strangers make the FOUR of us? |
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