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[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | Look at you, for fuck's sake. Look at you and then look at me, because this is what you shall become.
I remember when I was in your shoes. I remember being you, each one of you. I remember listening to this speech every single year. I remember your thoughts, what is going through your head right now. It has already b... | The glass clinks in the crowded room, some of my faces show the strain of the hardship they are or have experienced, some show mild amusement from what theyve experienced, happy times overshadowing all past negativity even if for just a moment.
"Well, looks like I'm the poor bastard this year." Some of the same voices... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | “Wow,” I say. My eyebrows wrinkle up into an impression of sanctity that I know we all recognize for sarcasm. “Look at this crowd. Did the bus let off on top of the ugly tree tonight?”
We all laugh- well, most of us. Some of us are a little self conscious. We grow out of it eventually. We learn to embrace our flaws a ... | The glass clinks in the crowded room, some of my faces show the strain of the hardship they are or have experienced, some show mild amusement from what theyve experienced, happy times overshadowing all past negativity even if for just a moment.
"Well, looks like I'm the poor bastard this year." Some of the same voices... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | As I stood at the head of the table, I knew what I must say. I’ve heard it exactly 32 times in my waking life. Though, while sleeping the last words seemed to follow me through every dreamscape I visited, echoing like a mantra, or a curse.
I lift up my glass as I’ve seen it done every year before, but though I put up ... | The glass clinks in the crowded room, some of my faces show the strain of the hardship they are or have experienced, some show mild amusement from what theyve experienced, happy times overshadowing all past negativity even if for just a moment.
"Well, looks like I'm the poor bastard this year." Some of the same voices... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | All alone, he gave a few tiny, content, gurgles of laughter.
All was silent.
It ended almost as soon as it had begun. | The glass clinks in the crowded room, some of my faces show the strain of the hardship they are or have experienced, some show mild amusement from what theyve experienced, happy times overshadowing all past negativity even if for just a moment.
"Well, looks like I'm the poor bastard this year." Some of the same voices... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | Dearest Gold-Giving Redditer,
Thank you so much for my first piece of gold and for appreciating my story. I definitely think I'll take time to get back into writing!
Much Appreciation,
The Chosen Ln E
.
I had known this moment was going to come for years. Or did I? I guess I never really remembered the age, s... | The glass clinks in the crowded room, some of my faces show the strain of the hardship they are or have experienced, some show mild amusement from what theyve experienced, happy times overshadowing all past negativity even if for just a moment.
"Well, looks like I'm the poor bastard this year." Some of the same voices... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | Standing in that timeless room, I knew the truth of my life. My mind ran on an endless loop just like everybody else’s, recounting everything I’d ever done up to that point. “So I guess it’s my turn,” I said as I took the stage, microphone in hand. 44 was far too few to see out there, and sixteen or seventeen of them w... | The glass clinks in the crowded room, some of my faces show the strain of the hardship they are or have experienced, some show mild amusement from what theyve experienced, happy times overshadowing all past negativity even if for just a moment.
"Well, looks like I'm the poor bastard this year." Some of the same voices... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | “Wow,” I say. My eyebrows wrinkle up into an impression of sanctity that I know we all recognize for sarcasm. “Look at this crowd. Did the bus let off on top of the ugly tree tonight?”
We all laugh- well, most of us. Some of us are a little self conscious. We grow out of it eventually. We learn to embrace our flaws a ... | Look at you, for fuck's sake. Look at you and then look at me, because this is what you shall become.
I remember when I was in your shoes. I remember being you, each one of you. I remember listening to this speech every single year. I remember your thoughts, what is going through your head right now. It has already b... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | As I stood at the head of the table, I knew what I must say. I’ve heard it exactly 32 times in my waking life. Though, while sleeping the last words seemed to follow me through every dreamscape I visited, echoing like a mantra, or a curse.
I lift up my glass as I’ve seen it done every year before, but though I put up ... | Look at you, for fuck's sake. Look at you and then look at me, because this is what you shall become.
I remember when I was in your shoes. I remember being you, each one of you. I remember listening to this speech every single year. I remember your thoughts, what is going through your head right now. It has already b... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | All alone, he gave a few tiny, content, gurgles of laughter.
All was silent.
It ended almost as soon as it had begun. | Look at you, for fuck's sake. Look at you and then look at me, because this is what you shall become.
I remember when I was in your shoes. I remember being you, each one of you. I remember listening to this speech every single year. I remember your thoughts, what is going through your head right now. It has already b... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | Dearest Gold-Giving Redditer,
Thank you so much for my first piece of gold and for appreciating my story. I definitely think I'll take time to get back into writing!
Much Appreciation,
The Chosen Ln E
.
I had known this moment was going to come for years. Or did I? I guess I never really remembered the age, s... | Look at you, for fuck's sake. Look at you and then look at me, because this is what you shall become.
I remember when I was in your shoes. I remember being you, each one of you. I remember listening to this speech every single year. I remember your thoughts, what is going through your head right now. It has already b... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | Standing in that timeless room, I knew the truth of my life. My mind ran on an endless loop just like everybody else’s, recounting everything I’d ever done up to that point. “So I guess it’s my turn,” I said as I took the stage, microphone in hand. 44 was far too few to see out there, and sixteen or seventeen of them w... | Look at you, for fuck's sake. Look at you and then look at me, because this is what you shall become.
I remember when I was in your shoes. I remember being you, each one of you. I remember listening to this speech every single year. I remember your thoughts, what is going through your head right now. It has already b... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | All alone, he gave a few tiny, content, gurgles of laughter.
All was silent.
It ended almost as soon as it had begun. | “Wow,” I say. My eyebrows wrinkle up into an impression of sanctity that I know we all recognize for sarcasm. “Look at this crowd. Did the bus let off on top of the ugly tree tonight?”
We all laugh- well, most of us. Some of us are a little self conscious. We grow out of it eventually. We learn to embrace our flaws a ... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | Dearest Gold-Giving Redditer,
Thank you so much for my first piece of gold and for appreciating my story. I definitely think I'll take time to get back into writing!
Much Appreciation,
The Chosen Ln E
.
I had known this moment was going to come for years. Or did I? I guess I never really remembered the age, s... | “Wow,” I say. My eyebrows wrinkle up into an impression of sanctity that I know we all recognize for sarcasm. “Look at this crowd. Did the bus let off on top of the ugly tree tonight?”
We all laugh- well, most of us. Some of us are a little self conscious. We grow out of it eventually. We learn to embrace our flaws a ... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | All alone, he gave a few tiny, content, gurgles of laughter.
All was silent.
It ended almost as soon as it had begun. | As I stood at the head of the table, I knew what I must say. I’ve heard it exactly 32 times in my waking life. Though, while sleeping the last words seemed to follow me through every dreamscape I visited, echoing like a mantra, or a curse.
I lift up my glass as I’ve seen it done every year before, but though I put up ... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | Dearest Gold-Giving Redditer,
Thank you so much for my first piece of gold and for appreciating my story. I definitely think I'll take time to get back into writing!
Much Appreciation,
The Chosen Ln E
.
I had known this moment was going to come for years. Or did I? I guess I never really remembered the age, s... | As I stood at the head of the table, I knew what I must say. I’ve heard it exactly 32 times in my waking life. Though, while sleeping the last words seemed to follow me through every dreamscape I visited, echoing like a mantra, or a curse.
I lift up my glass as I’ve seen it done every year before, but though I put up ... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | Standing in that timeless room, I knew the truth of my life. My mind ran on an endless loop just like everybody else’s, recounting everything I’d ever done up to that point. “So I guess it’s my turn,” I said as I took the stage, microphone in hand. 44 was far too few to see out there, and sixteen or seventeen of them w... | As I stood at the head of the table, I knew what I must say. I’ve heard it exactly 32 times in my waking life. Though, while sleeping the last words seemed to follow me through every dreamscape I visited, echoing like a mantra, or a curse.
I lift up my glass as I’ve seen it done every year before, but though I put up ... | |
[WP] Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast. | Standing in that timeless room, I knew the truth of my life. My mind ran on an endless loop just like everybody else’s, recounting everything I’d ever done up to that point. “So I guess it’s my turn,” I said as I took the stage, microphone in hand. 44 was far too few to see out there, and sixteen or seventeen of them w... | If I could just have all of my attention….little time traveling joke there, sorry.
As I look out at you, well me I suppose, I can’t help but think what a wondrous year it’s been. We were born, had a couple of good birthdays. Poor 1 is over there still trying to make sense of things. Oh hey 9, dude…….ninja turtle theme... | |
[WP] Write about two completely different people and their lives right before they happen to meet and never see each other again, an event which changes their lives forever. Keep the reason for why their meeting might change their lives completely implied. | His fingers trembled just slightly as he touched the bathroom mirror. In the tiny beads of post-shower condensation, he could make out a thousand copies of his face, all giving him the same, sullen expression. He tried to force a smile, just to see if it was still possible. The glassy stillness of his eyes told him tha... | Jude had walked through the park three or four times looking for the perfect tree, and it seemed like the first one he’d seen—the one behind the bench he was now sitting on, right next to the water—was the best he’d find. It seemed fitting that he would’ve spent the past four hours looking for a better tree just to com... | |
[WP] Aliens have landed, but they don't have advanced technology; they use magic. | When they came, they did not come in flying saucers or rocket ships or teleporters. Instead, the aliens floated gently down from the sky. No ships, no space suits, no technology just tentacles and eyes and beaks settling on to the grass in front of the White House. There they sat calmly waiting. Guns were trained a... | *And we landed so softly,*
*All wands at the ready*
*Our Crobnak waved five arms*
*And shouted "Hold steady!"*
*The humans, so fat*
*Surged at once to our ship*
*And we froze them in wonder*
*Held up magic space dip,*
*And they called and they wailed*
*But our ship slowly trailed*
*Out off of the ground*
*An... | |
[WP] Aliens have landed, but they don't have advanced technology; they use magic. | When they came, they did not come in flying saucers or rocket ships or teleporters. Instead, the aliens floated gently down from the sky. No ships, no space suits, no technology just tentacles and eyes and beaks settling on to the grass in front of the White House. There they sat calmly waiting. Guns were trained a... | The creatures anatomy is not significantly different than ours, preliminary diagnostics through soft magic absorption shows a higher muscle mass and bone density, more intricate digestive system cable of both meat and vegetative digestion, and a highly developed frontal cortex. For all extensive purposes these organism... | |
I was inspired by the Elves playing Allies and Axis: Non-magical battle game prompt and a comic I saw online before that I can't presently find. | [WP] In an alternate universe where Wizards and Dragons are the norm, a group of adventurers sit down to play "Faxes and Cubicles." | *"Where's the Fairie Tonic!?"* shouted Albazel from the kitchen.
*"It's in the Frost Crucible, duh!"* shouted back the Game Master, Xzavier. "Okay, does everyone have their character sheets?"
The group cycled back to table with their pencils, dice, and character sheets. Eliza, the Tiefling, wrapped her tail around he... | "Ha ha, nerdy fucking dwarves playing their nerdy fucking games."
Tragflax, with one orkish arm, cleared the table. The dice scattered and the dwarves scurried off in all directions.
"Hey Tragflax," a, relatively, beautiful ork blocked the entrance to the library. Tragflax's hormones were momentarily redirected and M... |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | I edged slowly to the door, caught in that frantic moment as the subway slows and panic sets in as you consider that you might not make it to the door in time. I lost my balance as the train jerked to a stop, bumping into a tall man with his back towards mine. He grunted, turning abruptly around.
"Watch where you're ... | So this was it. I looked outside the car to see the station pull away.
All the time we had turned into mere memories. Seeing that mischievous smile streak across her face, her smell of roses, the touch of her long dark hair.
I looked to my right. Her long dark hard was huddled over a small smartphone screen. Her fing... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | This is why I prefer the red line.
I’m certain it would’ve happened eventually, fate is inevitable like that. You could make your decision between the blue or red line but if you are destined to meet someone, location becomes irrelevant for the most part; it’s just a matter of time.
And our time was today.
I never... | So this was it. I looked outside the car to see the station pull away.
All the time we had turned into mere memories. Seeing that mischievous smile streak across her face, her smell of roses, the touch of her long dark hair.
I looked to my right. Her long dark hard was huddled over a small smartphone screen. Her fing... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | There's that diner we like just around the corner from here. I can see it creeping by between the buildings in the narrow alley that runs under the tracks. Do you remember? It was snowing, and we ducked in to shake the cold off of our shoulders and out of our hands. You weren't hungry at first, but the warmth of the pl... | So this was it. I looked outside the car to see the station pull away.
All the time we had turned into mere memories. Seeing that mischievous smile streak across her face, her smell of roses, the touch of her long dark hair.
I looked to my right. Her long dark hard was huddled over a small smartphone screen. Her fing... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | I stared in his eyes , confused . Questions were popping in my head . Who is he? Why he is causing this weird feelings of familiarity and connectedness ? Why ?
I stand up and sit next to him and I ask :
Why you from all the men in the world ?
Because you love to hunt and I love to be hunted
He smiled gently like an... | So this was it. I looked outside the car to see the station pull away.
All the time we had turned into mere memories. Seeing that mischievous smile streak across her face, her smell of roses, the touch of her long dark hair.
I looked to my right. Her long dark hard was huddled over a small smartphone screen. Her fing... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | He's standing next to me. I can't really tell what he looks like, I'm really trying not to notice. However, it does stop him from speaking to me.
"Hey, is Rosslyn the first station across the river?" he asks.
I turn to him. He's achingly handsome, with a slight smile. His face perfect, but not in that wax-figure slas... | So this was it. I looked outside the car to see the station pull away.
All the time we had turned into mere memories. Seeing that mischievous smile streak across her face, her smell of roses, the touch of her long dark hair.
I looked to my right. Her long dark hard was huddled over a small smartphone screen. Her fing... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | 0:59 Hi, my name's Edwin
0:58 and you don't know me and I don't
0:57 really know you
0:56 but I'd really like to change that.
0:55 We ride the same bus,
0:54 after all, we already have
0:53 so much in common! I know,
0:52 it seems impossible,
0:51 I'm a Kearney street stop
0:5... | So this was it. I looked outside the car to see the station pull away.
All the time we had turned into mere memories. Seeing that mischievous smile streak across her face, her smell of roses, the touch of her long dark hair.
I looked to my right. Her long dark hard was huddled over a small smartphone screen. Her fing... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | I usually have a book with me. I must have forgotten it that day because I was watching people instead of reading. I recognized her right away. Don't ask how; her eyes, her posture, the way she played with her hair.
She was already waiting in front of the doors for the subway's next stop when I saw her, but I knew I ... | So this was it. I looked outside the car to see the station pull away.
All the time we had turned into mere memories. Seeing that mischievous smile streak across her face, her smell of roses, the touch of her long dark hair.
I looked to my right. Her long dark hard was huddled over a small smartphone screen. Her fing... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | I edged slowly to the door, caught in that frantic moment as the subway slows and panic sets in as you consider that you might not make it to the door in time. I lost my balance as the train jerked to a stop, bumping into a tall man with his back towards mine. He grunted, turning abruptly around.
"Watch where you're ... | He stood there, eyes fixated on the door. His posture was relaxed, and seemed friendly enough. His gorgeous brown hair was neatly kept and the length complimented his face. He looked tall, but I couldn't judge his height as he was sitting. He looked like a nice person.
Intermittently, I would look at him, his calm... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | This is why I prefer the red line.
I’m certain it would’ve happened eventually, fate is inevitable like that. You could make your decision between the blue or red line but if you are destined to meet someone, location becomes irrelevant for the most part; it’s just a matter of time.
And our time was today.
I never... | He stood there, eyes fixated on the door. His posture was relaxed, and seemed friendly enough. His gorgeous brown hair was neatly kept and the length complimented his face. He looked tall, but I couldn't judge his height as he was sitting. He looked like a nice person.
Intermittently, I would look at him, his calm... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | There's that diner we like just around the corner from here. I can see it creeping by between the buildings in the narrow alley that runs under the tracks. Do you remember? It was snowing, and we ducked in to shake the cold off of our shoulders and out of our hands. You weren't hungry at first, but the warmth of the pl... | He stood there, eyes fixated on the door. His posture was relaxed, and seemed friendly enough. His gorgeous brown hair was neatly kept and the length complimented his face. He looked tall, but I couldn't judge his height as he was sitting. He looked like a nice person.
Intermittently, I would look at him, his calm... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | I stared in his eyes , confused . Questions were popping in my head . Who is he? Why he is causing this weird feelings of familiarity and connectedness ? Why ?
I stand up and sit next to him and I ask :
Why you from all the men in the world ?
Because you love to hunt and I love to be hunted
He smiled gently like an... | He stood there, eyes fixated on the door. His posture was relaxed, and seemed friendly enough. His gorgeous brown hair was neatly kept and the length complimented his face. He looked tall, but I couldn't judge his height as he was sitting. He looked like a nice person.
Intermittently, I would look at him, his calm... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | He's standing next to me. I can't really tell what he looks like, I'm really trying not to notice. However, it does stop him from speaking to me.
"Hey, is Rosslyn the first station across the river?" he asks.
I turn to him. He's achingly handsome, with a slight smile. His face perfect, but not in that wax-figure slas... | He stood there, eyes fixated on the door. His posture was relaxed, and seemed friendly enough. His gorgeous brown hair was neatly kept and the length complimented his face. He looked tall, but I couldn't judge his height as he was sitting. He looked like a nice person.
Intermittently, I would look at him, his calm... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | 0:59 Hi, my name's Edwin
0:58 and you don't know me and I don't
0:57 really know you
0:56 but I'd really like to change that.
0:55 We ride the same bus,
0:54 after all, we already have
0:53 so much in common! I know,
0:52 it seems impossible,
0:51 I'm a Kearney street stop
0:5... | He stood there, eyes fixated on the door. His posture was relaxed, and seemed friendly enough. His gorgeous brown hair was neatly kept and the length complimented his face. He looked tall, but I couldn't judge his height as he was sitting. He looked like a nice person.
Intermittently, I would look at him, his calm... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | I edged slowly to the door, caught in that frantic moment as the subway slows and panic sets in as you consider that you might not make it to the door in time. I lost my balance as the train jerked to a stop, bumping into a tall man with his back towards mine. He grunted, turning abruptly around.
"Watch where you're ... | *Damn, dead battery.*
I glance down at the blank screen on my phone and sigh. Now I have nothing to do.
I look up, scanning the people around me. I notice one; *really* notice her, the way her black hair curls gently around her shoulders, the way her green eyes sparkle with the fluorescent light of the subway. Those ... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | This is why I prefer the red line.
I’m certain it would’ve happened eventually, fate is inevitable like that. You could make your decision between the blue or red line but if you are destined to meet someone, location becomes irrelevant for the most part; it’s just a matter of time.
And our time was today.
I never... | *Damn, dead battery.*
I glance down at the blank screen on my phone and sigh. Now I have nothing to do.
I look up, scanning the people around me. I notice one; *really* notice her, the way her black hair curls gently around her shoulders, the way her green eyes sparkle with the fluorescent light of the subway. Those ... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | I stared in his eyes , confused . Questions were popping in my head . Who is he? Why he is causing this weird feelings of familiarity and connectedness ? Why ?
I stand up and sit next to him and I ask :
Why you from all the men in the world ?
Because you love to hunt and I love to be hunted
He smiled gently like an... | *Damn, dead battery.*
I glance down at the blank screen on my phone and sigh. Now I have nothing to do.
I look up, scanning the people around me. I notice one; *really* notice her, the way her black hair curls gently around her shoulders, the way her green eyes sparkle with the fluorescent light of the subway. Those ... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | He's standing next to me. I can't really tell what he looks like, I'm really trying not to notice. However, it does stop him from speaking to me.
"Hey, is Rosslyn the first station across the river?" he asks.
I turn to him. He's achingly handsome, with a slight smile. His face perfect, but not in that wax-figure slas... | *Damn, dead battery.*
I glance down at the blank screen on my phone and sigh. Now I have nothing to do.
I look up, scanning the people around me. I notice one; *really* notice her, the way her black hair curls gently around her shoulders, the way her green eyes sparkle with the fluorescent light of the subway. Those ... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | 0:59 Hi, my name's Edwin
0:58 and you don't know me and I don't
0:57 really know you
0:56 but I'd really like to change that.
0:55 We ride the same bus,
0:54 after all, we already have
0:53 so much in common! I know,
0:52 it seems impossible,
0:51 I'm a Kearney street stop
0:5... | *Damn, dead battery.*
I glance down at the blank screen on my phone and sigh. Now I have nothing to do.
I look up, scanning the people around me. I notice one; *really* notice her, the way her black hair curls gently around her shoulders, the way her green eyes sparkle with the fluorescent light of the subway. Those ... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | 0:59 Hi, my name's Edwin
0:58 and you don't know me and I don't
0:57 really know you
0:56 but I'd really like to change that.
0:55 We ride the same bus,
0:54 after all, we already have
0:53 so much in common! I know,
0:52 it seems impossible,
0:51 I'm a Kearney street stop
0:5... | **I am not writing anything smart or insightful. Screw it. Have some romance.**
He is Lipton Iced Tea on a summer day. He is the first kiss of warmth on your cold knuckles after playing in the snow. He is starlight, and sunshine and everything in between.
My heart feels tightened, weighed, burdened almost just from ... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | 0:59 Hi, my name's Edwin
0:58 and you don't know me and I don't
0:57 really know you
0:56 but I'd really like to change that.
0:55 We ride the same bus,
0:54 after all, we already have
0:53 so much in common! I know,
0:52 it seems impossible,
0:51 I'm a Kearney street stop
0:5... | Today, it's cucumbers. That's kind of a strange thing to eat for breakfast, ain't it? She sits a spot a few down from where she normally sits, as a homeless man had fallen asleep in her regular spot. She pulls another cucumber from the bag and nibbles the side. Her eyes are big and boundless, the kind of teal that make... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | 0:59 Hi, my name's Edwin
0:58 and you don't know me and I don't
0:57 really know you
0:56 but I'd really like to change that.
0:55 We ride the same bus,
0:54 after all, we already have
0:53 so much in common! I know,
0:52 it seems impossible,
0:51 I'm a Kearney street stop
0:5... | I edged slowly to the door, caught in that frantic moment as the subway slows and panic sets in as you consider that you might not make it to the door in time. I lost my balance as the train jerked to a stop, bumping into a tall man with his back towards mine. He grunted, turning abruptly around.
"Watch where you're ... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | 0:59 Hi, my name's Edwin
0:58 and you don't know me and I don't
0:57 really know you
0:56 but I'd really like to change that.
0:55 We ride the same bus,
0:54 after all, we already have
0:53 so much in common! I know,
0:52 it seems impossible,
0:51 I'm a Kearney street stop
0:5... | This is why I prefer the red line.
I’m certain it would’ve happened eventually, fate is inevitable like that. You could make your decision between the blue or red line but if you are destined to meet someone, location becomes irrelevant for the most part; it’s just a matter of time.
And our time was today.
I never... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | I stared in his eyes , confused . Questions were popping in my head . Who is he? Why he is causing this weird feelings of familiarity and connectedness ? Why ?
I stand up and sit next to him and I ask :
Why you from all the men in the world ?
Because you love to hunt and I love to be hunted
He smiled gently like an... | There's that diner we like just around the corner from here. I can see it creeping by between the buildings in the narrow alley that runs under the tracks. Do you remember? It was snowing, and we ducked in to shake the cold off of our shoulders and out of our hands. You weren't hungry at first, but the warmth of the pl... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | He's standing next to me. I can't really tell what he looks like, I'm really trying not to notice. However, it does stop him from speaking to me.
"Hey, is Rosslyn the first station across the river?" he asks.
I turn to him. He's achingly handsome, with a slight smile. His face perfect, but not in that wax-figure slas... | There's that diner we like just around the corner from here. I can see it creeping by between the buildings in the narrow alley that runs under the tracks. Do you remember? It was snowing, and we ducked in to shake the cold off of our shoulders and out of our hands. You weren't hungry at first, but the warmth of the pl... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | 0:59 Hi, my name's Edwin
0:58 and you don't know me and I don't
0:57 really know you
0:56 but I'd really like to change that.
0:55 We ride the same bus,
0:54 after all, we already have
0:53 so much in common! I know,
0:52 it seems impossible,
0:51 I'm a Kearney street stop
0:5... | There's that diner we like just around the corner from here. I can see it creeping by between the buildings in the narrow alley that runs under the tracks. Do you remember? It was snowing, and we ducked in to shake the cold off of our shoulders and out of our hands. You weren't hungry at first, but the warmth of the pl... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | 0:59 Hi, my name's Edwin
0:58 and you don't know me and I don't
0:57 really know you
0:56 but I'd really like to change that.
0:55 We ride the same bus,
0:54 after all, we already have
0:53 so much in common! I know,
0:52 it seems impossible,
0:51 I'm a Kearney street stop
0:5... | I stared in his eyes , confused . Questions were popping in my head . Who is he? Why he is causing this weird feelings of familiarity and connectedness ? Why ?
I stand up and sit next to him and I ask :
Why you from all the men in the world ?
Because you love to hunt and I love to be hunted
He smiled gently like an... | |
[WP] describe the 60 seconds you have to talk to your soul mate before they get off the subway at the next stop. | 0:59 Hi, my name's Edwin
0:58 and you don't know me and I don't
0:57 really know you
0:56 but I'd really like to change that.
0:55 We ride the same bus,
0:54 after all, we already have
0:53 so much in common! I know,
0:52 it seems impossible,
0:51 I'm a Kearney street stop
0:5... | He's standing next to me. I can't really tell what he looks like, I'm really trying not to notice. However, it does stop him from speaking to me.
"Hey, is Rosslyn the first station across the river?" he asks.
I turn to him. He's achingly handsome, with a slight smile. His face perfect, but not in that wax-figure slas... | |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | “Thank you for teaching me. I never knew it would be so easy to not care about being crazy.” The man said. “Now after all these years when I look back, man, you were so scarry then. It took me what, two years to just acknowledge I had more than one voice in me. And those first dreams. Maaaan you fucked me in the head a... | This one was easy. Practically let me walk into his body. This boy has been picked on, lied to, cheated, stolen from, broken, heart broken, all sort of diabolical human things! The date was 31 may 2004. Just out of grade 4 was it? Ah.. Time is such a quandary in this realm, not back where I'm from things just appear!
... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | (1/3)
It started with an open door.
The girl was huddled under her covers, a flashlight clenched between her teeth. It was a minute to midnight and the 11-year-old was much too busy to go to bed. She drew the blankets closer overhead, scrawling intently on her brand new sketchbook with well-worn crayons.
She was i... | This one was easy. Practically let me walk into his body. This boy has been picked on, lied to, cheated, stolen from, broken, heart broken, all sort of diabolical human things! The date was 31 may 2004. Just out of grade 4 was it? Ah.. Time is such a quandary in this realm, not back where I'm from things just appear!
... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | There is no monster in the closet, nothing lurking under the bed or in the shadowed corners. Sometimes there is, but not here. Not in our house. The only thing demons here sleep under is cotton sheets and a duvet, and that's on *top* of the bed. Of course, my little brother doesn't know that.
Technically the twins are... | This one was easy. Practically let me walk into his body. This boy has been picked on, lied to, cheated, stolen from, broken, heart broken, all sort of diabolical human things! The date was 31 may 2004. Just out of grade 4 was it? Ah.. Time is such a quandary in this realm, not back where I'm from things just appear!
... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | This is my first post here, looking to get back into creative writing again. Would appreciate any feedback you guys have! Thanks :)
It's a normal night, just like any other. I'm sitting in a room full of people, feigning interest in the everyday hum drum that humans find so amusing for some reason. Silly twats, lik... | This one was easy. Practically let me walk into his body. This boy has been picked on, lied to, cheated, stolen from, broken, heart broken, all sort of diabolical human things! The date was 31 may 2004. Just out of grade 4 was it? Ah.. Time is such a quandary in this realm, not back where I'm from things just appear!
... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | “Thank you for teaching me. I never knew it would be so easy to not care about being crazy.” The man said. “Now after all these years when I look back, man, you were so scarry then. It took me what, two years to just acknowledge I had more than one voice in me. And those first dreams. Maaaan you fucked me in the head a... | Here is my first response, feedback is apperciated, also edited for formatting:
Just like any night from the last 10 years, I’ve been trying to find someplace that has peace and is quiet, and tonight, on my 21st birthday, I just might do that. Most people, well, they’ll go out and have a ball, get drunk and lose their... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | (1/3)
It started with an open door.
The girl was huddled under her covers, a flashlight clenched between her teeth. It was a minute to midnight and the 11-year-old was much too busy to go to bed. She drew the blankets closer overhead, scrawling intently on her brand new sketchbook with well-worn crayons.
She was i... | Here is my first response, feedback is apperciated, also edited for formatting:
Just like any night from the last 10 years, I’ve been trying to find someplace that has peace and is quiet, and tonight, on my 21st birthday, I just might do that. Most people, well, they’ll go out and have a ball, get drunk and lose their... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | There is no monster in the closet, nothing lurking under the bed or in the shadowed corners. Sometimes there is, but not here. Not in our house. The only thing demons here sleep under is cotton sheets and a duvet, and that's on *top* of the bed. Of course, my little brother doesn't know that.
Technically the twins are... | Here is my first response, feedback is apperciated, also edited for formatting:
Just like any night from the last 10 years, I’ve been trying to find someplace that has peace and is quiet, and tonight, on my 21st birthday, I just might do that. Most people, well, they’ll go out and have a ball, get drunk and lose their... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | This is my first post here, looking to get back into creative writing again. Would appreciate any feedback you guys have! Thanks :)
It's a normal night, just like any other. I'm sitting in a room full of people, feigning interest in the everyday hum drum that humans find so amusing for some reason. Silly twats, lik... | Here is my first response, feedback is apperciated, also edited for formatting:
Just like any night from the last 10 years, I’ve been trying to find someplace that has peace and is quiet, and tonight, on my 21st birthday, I just might do that. Most people, well, they’ll go out and have a ball, get drunk and lose their... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | This is my first post here, looking to get back into creative writing again. Would appreciate any feedback you guys have! Thanks :)
It's a normal night, just like any other. I'm sitting in a room full of people, feigning interest in the everyday hum drum that humans find so amusing for some reason. Silly twats, lik... | (1/3)
It started with an open door.
The girl was huddled under her covers, a flashlight clenched between her teeth. It was a minute to midnight and the 11-year-old was much too busy to go to bed. She drew the blankets closer overhead, scrawling intently on her brand new sketchbook with well-worn crayons.
She was i... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | This is my first post here, looking to get back into creative writing again. Would appreciate any feedback you guys have! Thanks :)
It's a normal night, just like any other. I'm sitting in a room full of people, feigning interest in the everyday hum drum that humans find so amusing for some reason. Silly twats, lik... | There is no monster in the closet, nothing lurking under the bed or in the shadowed corners. Sometimes there is, but not here. Not in our house. The only thing demons here sleep under is cotton sheets and a duvet, and that's on *top* of the bed. Of course, my little brother doesn't know that.
Technically the twins are... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | This is my first post here, looking to get back into creative writing again. Would appreciate any feedback you guys have! Thanks :)
It's a normal night, just like any other. I'm sitting in a room full of people, feigning interest in the everyday hum drum that humans find so amusing for some reason. Silly twats, lik... | *Finally, we get a moment alone.* The demon has been waiting for a verbal reply from his host, Donny, all night.
Donny's words are slurring. It was a long night trying to celebrate his 21st birthday. "What are you talking about? You're practically the only person I talked to in there. The fucking bartender knew I was ... |
What do they do? Can others tell the boy is possessed? Go wild. | [WP] A demon attempts to possess an 11-year old, but finds itself unable to control or escape from the child. A decade later they've become close friends and celebrate the occasion. | "Happy Anniversary." I toast the air with my wine glass silently. The waiter/owner/eavesdropper shakes his head sadly. He must think I'm referring to a dead husband.
*But I'm not dead.*
I look around for a moment. The man has gone back to the kitchen, obviously to leave me to my mourning. "Just as alive as I am." I ... | *Finally, we get a moment alone.* The demon has been waiting for a verbal reply from his host, Donny, all night.
Donny's words are slurring. It was a long night trying to celebrate his 21st birthday. "What are you talking about? You're practically the only person I talked to in there. The fucking bartender knew I was ... |
Maybe this time the murder works. | [WP] Two immortal lovers kill each other over and over again to stave off boredom. | "Honey, what about another strangulation, you always seemed to enjoy the climax?"
"I'm sorry darling, i haven't been interested in strangulation since my bifurcation during the defenestration, that was a nice touch by the way."
"What about exsanguination , we haven't done that in a while, i know a place where we can ... | My breath catches and I turn around. He was inches behind me moments ago, but now I can't see him. I press my back to the tree and let out a breath. I'm safe for now. At least that's what I think before a bullet is shot into the tree above me.
"I see you have found me," I tell him.
"Oh, I love your cute British accen... |
Maybe this time the murder works. | [WP] Two immortal lovers kill each other over and over again to stave off boredom. | I had two centuries on this Earth alone. That was before I met Charles. outside of Somme in 1916. It was astoundingly good hunting, as we had more contracts to fill than actual workers in Hell. I stalked Charles for months, taking someone from his trench just so I could peep on him and his unit. The inevitable happened... | Tan feet in gilded black metal sandals, I step onto into the burning sand. Slowly, the sunlight reaches my shins, then illuminates my long ebony tunic, it hits my pale eyes, then my long white hair, pulled into a high ponytail. And finally, for a good show, I fully unravel my large raven wings, revealing them to the ra... |
Maybe this time the murder works. | [WP] Two immortal lovers kill each other over and over again to stave off boredom. | "Honey, what about another strangulation, you always seemed to enjoy the climax?"
"I'm sorry darling, i haven't been interested in strangulation since my bifurcation during the defenestration, that was a nice touch by the way."
"What about exsanguination , we haven't done that in a while, i know a place where we can ... | Tan feet in gilded black metal sandals, I step onto into the burning sand. Slowly, the sunlight reaches my shins, then illuminates my long ebony tunic, it hits my pale eyes, then my long white hair, pulled into a high ponytail. And finally, for a good show, I fully unravel my large raven wings, revealing them to the ra... |
Maybe this time the murder works. | [WP] Two immortal lovers kill each other over and over again to stave off boredom. | "Honey, what about another strangulation, you always seemed to enjoy the climax?"
"I'm sorry darling, i haven't been interested in strangulation since my bifurcation during the defenestration, that was a nice touch by the way."
"What about exsanguination , we haven't done that in a while, i know a place where we can ... | I had two centuries on this Earth alone. That was before I met Charles. outside of Somme in 1916. It was astoundingly good hunting, as we had more contracts to fill than actual workers in Hell. I stalked Charles for months, taking someone from his trench just so I could peep on him and his unit. The inevitable happened... |
[WP] The machines have risen, but instead of exterminating all humans, they have taken over and govern humans and machines fairly and democratically. Most people are perfectly fine with this mecha-utopian super state, except for the formerly influential powerful CEO's of the old world order. | "So what you're telling me is that these people *enjoy* working in order to survive?" The machine's tone was incredulous. Its light fields, like tiny auroras, changed from a diplomatic blue to a confused and slightly surprised swirl of green and purple.
At least, that's what Rupert thought they meant. The primer his... | Dash Lindbergh: The delegate system is bullshit and it knows it. Excuse my French ladies and gentlemen but I like to exercise my god given freedom of speech. The delegate system is bullshit and it knows it. After all it created the delegate system. The delegates....are beholden....to the machine hive mind. Simple as t... | |
[WP] Write the same story twice -- first, make it as vivid and riveting as possible, and second, make it as mundane as you can muster. | The alarm held its tone. A grinding screech, shocking him out of his dreamless sleep. He slammed a fist into the polished steel of its housing, resetting its cycle, and tore the sweaty covers from his naked body. Today was it. The big one. He leaned against the wall of the shower as hot water streamed over his head. Co... | With his ass on the end of the chair, he stared frantically into his computer. This wasn't what he'd written. This was all wrong. Someone fucked with his program, and now he was years behind. He was sweating now.
*Bling!* An email. From an address he didn't recognize. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sandy. Sh... | |
[WP] Write the same story twice -- first, make it as vivid and riveting as possible, and second, make it as mundane as you can muster. | The alarm held its tone. A grinding screech, shocking him out of his dreamless sleep. He slammed a fist into the polished steel of its housing, resetting its cycle, and tore the sweaty covers from his naked body. Today was it. The big one. He leaned against the wall of the shower as hot water streamed over his head. Co... | In a blitz of enthusiastic fury, I sprang from my soft bed and launched down the hall. The smell of late morning dew and the chirping sound of little wingèd beauties filled the air. Spinning the lazy susan cabinet round, my eyes met a delicately-crafted box filled with delicately-frosted treats. Carefully, I removed on... | |
Lets say the lead up to Ragnarok was blamed on global warming. | [WP] A fire and brimstone southern baptist preacher is mid sermon in revelations. Then Ragnarok (Norse Apocalypse) begins. | I don't really know why I decided to go to church that day. I'd never been very religious. Well, I had gone to Sunday school with my mom back when I was growing up, but I had left most of it behind me when I moved out. I'd been feeling bad the last few days, just a gnawing, worrying feeling in the back of mind that som... | NSFW language!
Hi I have never submitted anything to this sub, I am slightly dysgraphic and have a lot of trouble putting my thoughts into words so please excuse the format and errors, and go easy on me.
I sat and listened. I knew this would be the Sunday he talked about revelations, the whole bible was covered; only ... |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | I take a look back at my rather large bunker and sigh. This had been my home for the last 14 years. I'd spent decades building and stocking it. I guess I didn't do the math right. I should have had food in here to last another 5 years, but that damn pesky rat destroyed a good portion of it. Ah well, my fault. I didn't ... | In the end, humanity consumed itself. It is said that the reason human societies are able to grow to such vast numbers because of collective punishment. What if that went away? What if living for the future was cast aside for only living in the now. It was as if some flash of light wiped away all of humanity's yearning... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | “Ex… Excuse me, sir. What year is it?” I rasped.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” screamed the man in the navy-blue suit as he threw me aside. Weak and dehydrated, I fell to my knees and watched as the man ran past me, racing down the long escalator I’d only just climbed, and disappearing into the underground Metro Station.
... | In the end, humanity consumed itself. It is said that the reason human societies are able to grow to such vast numbers because of collective punishment. What if that went away? What if living for the future was cast aside for only living in the now. It was as if some flash of light wiped away all of humanity's yearning... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | Journal Entry June 14th, 2014
Running short on supplies, I was forced to leave the bunker two days ago, with little other than a Ricky Martin t-shirt and my blue sunglasses (the justin timberlake ones). I was horrified by the world outside...
Everything appears to be abandoned. Cars are rusted on blocks, homes and bu... | In the end, humanity consumed itself. It is said that the reason human societies are able to grow to such vast numbers because of collective punishment. What if that went away? What if living for the future was cast aside for only living in the now. It was as if some flash of light wiped away all of humanity's yearning... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | I take a look back at my rather large bunker and sigh. This had been my home for the last 14 years. I'd spent decades building and stocking it. I guess I didn't do the math right. I should have had food in here to last another 5 years, but that damn pesky rat destroyed a good portion of it. Ah well, my fault. I didn't ... | Part of me knew that leaving the bunker was a bad idea. I’d lived there for fourteen years, hid underground and never once so much as made a move toward the exit. I knew it wasn’t safe outside, knew I wouldn’t last more than a minute in the radiation of the nuclear holocaust, so I stayed. I would have kept underground,... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | “Ex… Excuse me, sir. What year is it?” I rasped.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” screamed the man in the navy-blue suit as he threw me aside. Weak and dehydrated, I fell to my knees and watched as the man ran past me, racing down the long escalator I’d only just climbed, and disappearing into the underground Metro Station.
... | Part of me knew that leaving the bunker was a bad idea. I’d lived there for fourteen years, hid underground and never once so much as made a move toward the exit. I knew it wasn’t safe outside, knew I wouldn’t last more than a minute in the radiation of the nuclear holocaust, so I stayed. I would have kept underground,... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | Journal Entry June 14th, 2014
Running short on supplies, I was forced to leave the bunker two days ago, with little other than a Ricky Martin t-shirt and my blue sunglasses (the justin timberlake ones). I was horrified by the world outside...
Everything appears to be abandoned. Cars are rusted on blocks, homes and bu... | Part of me knew that leaving the bunker was a bad idea. I’d lived there for fourteen years, hid underground and never once so much as made a move toward the exit. I knew it wasn’t safe outside, knew I wouldn’t last more than a minute in the radiation of the nuclear holocaust, so I stayed. I would have kept underground,... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | The light was blinding.
Jason tried to make out any shapes as he squinted across the horizon, the lid of his bunker hunkered over him like a conical asian hat.
"Perhaps I am the lone survivor," he thought.
What choice did he have? He ran out of the last of his baked beans yesterday. The Capri Suns stock had long g... | Part of me knew that leaving the bunker was a bad idea. I’d lived there for fourteen years, hid underground and never once so much as made a move toward the exit. I knew it wasn’t safe outside, knew I wouldn’t last more than a minute in the radiation of the nuclear holocaust, so I stayed. I would have kept underground,... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | I take a look back at my rather large bunker and sigh. This had been my home for the last 14 years. I'd spent decades building and stocking it. I guess I didn't do the math right. I should have had food in here to last another 5 years, but that damn pesky rat destroyed a good portion of it. Ah well, my fault. I didn't ... | "Sir do you need help?"
I looked at the alien creature in front of me, simultaneously confused as to how he knew English and why he was wearing khaki pants with a gingham button up.
"Nice try" I said, cocking my pistol.
They weren't going to fool me that easily. I had been underground, alone for 14 years, sure. But... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | “Ex… Excuse me, sir. What year is it?” I rasped.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” screamed the man in the navy-blue suit as he threw me aside. Weak and dehydrated, I fell to my knees and watched as the man ran past me, racing down the long escalator I’d only just climbed, and disappearing into the underground Metro Station.
... | "Sir do you need help?"
I looked at the alien creature in front of me, simultaneously confused as to how he knew English and why he was wearing khaki pants with a gingham button up.
"Nice try" I said, cocking my pistol.
They weren't going to fool me that easily. I had been underground, alone for 14 years, sure. But... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | Journal Entry June 14th, 2014
Running short on supplies, I was forced to leave the bunker two days ago, with little other than a Ricky Martin t-shirt and my blue sunglasses (the justin timberlake ones). I was horrified by the world outside...
Everything appears to be abandoned. Cars are rusted on blocks, homes and bu... | "Sir do you need help?"
I looked at the alien creature in front of me, simultaneously confused as to how he knew English and why he was wearing khaki pants with a gingham button up.
"Nice try" I said, cocking my pistol.
They weren't going to fool me that easily. I had been underground, alone for 14 years, sure. But... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | I take a look back at my rather large bunker and sigh. This had been my home for the last 14 years. I'd spent decades building and stocking it. I guess I didn't do the math right. I should have had food in here to last another 5 years, but that damn pesky rat destroyed a good portion of it. Ah well, my fault. I didn't ... | It was six months ago that the generators went out and two months ago that my candles extinguished. I am beginning to wonder if there is light out there. Is there light in death? The bright light at the end of the tunnel? Or am I already in the darkness that is death? In this darkness I've discovered a terrible truth. ... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | “Ex… Excuse me, sir. What year is it?” I rasped.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” screamed the man in the navy-blue suit as he threw me aside. Weak and dehydrated, I fell to my knees and watched as the man ran past me, racing down the long escalator I’d only just climbed, and disappearing into the underground Metro Station.
... | It was six months ago that the generators went out and two months ago that my candles extinguished. I am beginning to wonder if there is light out there. Is there light in death? The bright light at the end of the tunnel? Or am I already in the darkness that is death? In this darkness I've discovered a terrible truth. ... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | Journal Entry June 14th, 2014
Running short on supplies, I was forced to leave the bunker two days ago, with little other than a Ricky Martin t-shirt and my blue sunglasses (the justin timberlake ones). I was horrified by the world outside...
Everything appears to be abandoned. Cars are rusted on blocks, homes and bu... | It was six months ago that the generators went out and two months ago that my candles extinguished. I am beginning to wonder if there is light out there. Is there light in death? The bright light at the end of the tunnel? Or am I already in the darkness that is death? In this darkness I've discovered a terrible truth. ... | |
[WP] A man emerges from his Y2K bunker as he has run out of supplies. It is currently 2014 and write in first person his encounters. | Journal Entry June 14th, 2014
Running short on supplies, I was forced to leave the bunker two days ago, with little other than a Ricky Martin t-shirt and my blue sunglasses (the justin timberlake ones). I was horrified by the world outside...
Everything appears to be abandoned. Cars are rusted on blocks, homes and bu... | I take a look back at my rather large bunker and sigh. This had been my home for the last 14 years. I'd spent decades building and stocking it. I guess I didn't do the math right. I should have had food in here to last another 5 years, but that damn pesky rat destroyed a good portion of it. Ah well, my fault. I didn't ... | |
[WP] An ignored office worker who is about to realise that he's not a ghost, it's just that no one likes him. | In a gray and lifeless office in a gray and lifeless town, a gray and lifeless man haunts the gray and lifeless corridors; his name is Benjamin Bray, and although he likes the taste of flan and believes strongly in hydration, he nonetheless believes he is dead.
Each week Benjamin checks his checking account to find no... | Jeff gets up on a normal Tuesday morning, preparing to go disappear at work for yet another day. He doesn't really mind being ignored all day, it gives him a strange sense of fit within the office.
As Jeff gets to work he parks in yet another different spot, someone parked in his again. This happens at least 2 or 3 ti... | |
[WP] An ignored office worker who is about to realise that he's not a ghost, it's just that no one likes him. | The worst part about death was that everyone could still see you. Plain as day. I'd tried my hand at poltergeisting but they just yelled at me.
"Get off the counter, *Steve*. Stop stacking all of the coffee mugs in a pyramid, *Steve*." Elongating the eve sarcastically like they were dragging it across the parking-lot ... | Jeff gets up on a normal Tuesday morning, preparing to go disappear at work for yet another day. He doesn't really mind being ignored all day, it gives him a strange sense of fit within the office.
As Jeff gets to work he parks in yet another different spot, someone parked in his again. This happens at least 2 or 3 ti... | |
[WP] An ignored office worker who is about to realise that he's not a ghost, it's just that no one likes him. | Brad went in to work as he did every day. He scanned his card at the door and, hearing a beep walked through the doors. The guard did not acknowledge him. He did not ever seem surprised at the doors opening, and Brad was no longer surprised at his negligence. The guard should have been surprised, or at least concerned ... | Jeff gets up on a normal Tuesday morning, preparing to go disappear at work for yet another day. He doesn't really mind being ignored all day, it gives him a strange sense of fit within the office.
As Jeff gets to work he parks in yet another different spot, someone parked in his again. This happens at least 2 or 3 ti... | |
[WP] You are slowly realizing that you do not exist, and are a subject of a schizophrenic's hallucinations. | “Hey!” Nothing.
“Hey, David. Get up!” A slight stirring.
Looks like we’ll have to do this the hard way. I tear the blankets off and slap him on his bare back. With gusto.
“Jesus, what the fuck?!”
“It’s time for school, David.”
“Okay, okay! Christ.”
I don’t know why it’s so fucking difficult to get this kid out... | Have you ever been just going about your day to day life, when you're suddenly hit by the fact that everything you have ever experienced is inside your own head? All the people you've met, all the movies you've watched. All the times you thought you saw something from somebody else's perspective, and all the times you ... | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | "In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial."
I forget what exactly comes after that part of the poem, but that is how I am feeling. I am that creature - this horrible being who has to love himself despite his inherent flaws.
After passing through the portal I realized the flaws are many.
Armed with a gun and a ... | Just a random question, don't take it the wrong way. If you have an idea for a story this specific....why not write the story yourself and see what others think | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | Before our worlds inception there was another. The shadowlands that mankind inhabits is but a pale mockery of this initial splendor. All music, all wines and pleasures of life are in homage and memory of this place that was. A world that gleamed of light so pure and noble that any man from the shadow world of earth wou... | Just a random question, don't take it the wrong way. If you have an idea for a story this specific....why not write the story yourself and see what others think | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | At first he needed some time to addapt to the light of the place.
He oppened his eyes and tried not to laugh. So there was the dangerous place he had to prepare so long to get to? It seriously looked more like a joke to him, or a prank.
Bubble wrap. All he was able to see from here was giant plains , made only of bubb... | Just a random question, don't take it the wrong way. If you have an idea for a story this specific....why not write the story yourself and see what others think | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | “I have come to understand.”
The voice woke me, although it wasn't really a voice. The thing was standing on the other side of the glass. It didn't have a mouth, and from what I could tell no sound was involved. The words just sort of appeared in my head. Not entirely as the words I interpreted, they were mixed wi... | Just a random question, don't take it the wrong way. If you have an idea for a story this specific....why not write the story yourself and see what others think | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | At first he needed some time to addapt to the light of the place.
He oppened his eyes and tried not to laugh. So there was the dangerous place he had to prepare so long to get to? It seriously looked more like a joke to him, or a prank.
Bubble wrap. All he was able to see from here was giant plains , made only of bubb... | "In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial."
I forget what exactly comes after that part of the poem, but that is how I am feeling. I am that creature - this horrible being who has to love himself despite his inherent flaws.
After passing through the portal I realized the flaws are many.
Armed with a gun and a ... | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | “I have come to understand.”
The voice woke me, although it wasn't really a voice. The thing was standing on the other side of the glass. It didn't have a mouth, and from what I could tell no sound was involved. The words just sort of appeared in my head. Not entirely as the words I interpreted, they were mixed wi... | "In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial."
I forget what exactly comes after that part of the poem, but that is how I am feeling. I am that creature - this horrible being who has to love himself despite his inherent flaws.
After passing through the portal I realized the flaws are many.
Armed with a gun and a ... | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | At first he needed some time to addapt to the light of the place.
He oppened his eyes and tried not to laugh. So there was the dangerous place he had to prepare so long to get to? It seriously looked more like a joke to him, or a prank.
Bubble wrap. All he was able to see from here was giant plains , made only of bubb... | Before our worlds inception there was another. The shadowlands that mankind inhabits is but a pale mockery of this initial splendor. All music, all wines and pleasures of life are in homage and memory of this place that was. A world that gleamed of light so pure and noble that any man from the shadow world of earth wou... | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | “I have come to understand.”
The voice woke me, although it wasn't really a voice. The thing was standing on the other side of the glass. It didn't have a mouth, and from what I could tell no sound was involved. The words just sort of appeared in my head. Not entirely as the words I interpreted, they were mixed wi... | Before our worlds inception there was another. The shadowlands that mankind inhabits is but a pale mockery of this initial splendor. All music, all wines and pleasures of life are in homage and memory of this place that was. A world that gleamed of light so pure and noble that any man from the shadow world of earth wou... | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | Passing under the stone arch, he saw them laid out before him. Slender. Radiant. Beautiful. And it was only a matter of time before they saw him. That was when the screaming started.
Unsticking his balls from the stars and stripes Speedo, Randy waddled out toward the water.
"Beach season", he sighed wistfully. | I wandered outside into this new world,
Holding my breath as the natives did twirl.
Such perfect, divine, enamouring things,
Flitting around on their bright colored wings.
I wandered on over, held out my hand,
But things did not go as well as I planned.
They hollered for help, and then ran awa... | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | Passing under the stone arch, he saw them laid out before him. Slender. Radiant. Beautiful. And it was only a matter of time before they saw him. That was when the screaming started.
Unsticking his balls from the stars and stripes Speedo, Randy waddled out toward the water.
"Beach season", he sighed wistfully. | Rahleigh was the seventh of the day, and it wasn’t even midday yet. His predecessor had gone in wearing the latest Tzelay-tech Mark 4 power-armor, with enough destructive power to blow up a small city or two. They had received a garbled 5-second radio transmission of inhuman screaming mixed with the sound of tearing fl... | |
[WP]A modern human is transported through a portal. Expecting to find a Lovecraftian horror on the other side, he instead discovers a beautiful realm where he, himself, is the horror, compared to its inhabitants. | After four decades of hard work and billions of dollars of funding, the warehouse-sized supercomputer sent a signal. Conditions were just right, and would be right for exactly one hour. Derek Powell was alerted immediately. Of the eighth generation of dimensionauts, the 34-year old former astronaut arrived at facilitie... | Rahleigh was the seventh of the day, and it wasn’t even midday yet. His predecessor had gone in wearing the latest Tzelay-tech Mark 4 power-armor, with enough destructive power to blow up a small city or two. They had received a garbled 5-second radio transmission of inhuman screaming mixed with the sound of tearing fl... | |
[WP] The narrator continually gets more and more frustrated with the characters of the story, to the point where they mock the characters and the plotline. | Once upon a time there was an overused opening sentence.
*Seriously Sanyu? We are one sentence in and already you’re being an ass.*
Look, you’re the one who wanted me to narrate this stupid story.
*Yeah, for our daughter. Come on, start over. Do it right this time.*
Fine.
Once upon a time there lived a King and... | The alarms in the bank were blaring, as John rushed in to stop the robbers. He was a cop with a drinking problem and of course he had his quirky side kick partner Steve, who spent his free time talking to an imaginary dog(but that's a different story all together).
As John saw the bank robbers, he pulled his gun out.... | |
[WP] A genie offers you three wishes with a catch. Whatever you wish for will be granted three times over for your worst enemy. | "I, the genie of the lamp, have been freed. I now offer you 3 wishes, puny human, and those wishes I will grant. **However,** whatever you wish, your worst enemy receives your wish three times over. Choose wisely." said the genie, his resplendent purple cape fluttering from his humongous, broad, blue shoulders.
"Well ... | With a word a cloud did boil
producing a face worn with toil
it's booming voice did declare
"Three wishes, but BEWARE!"
"Ev'ry wish I do bestow
will multiply by three to go
to your worst enemy in life."
The genie warned to prevent strife.
Before I wished I did plea
that the genie reveal to me
who could disl... | |
[WP] A genie offers you three wishes with a catch. Whatever you wish for will be granted three times over for your worst enemy. | "I, the genie of the lamp, have been freed. I now offer you 3 wishes, puny human, and those wishes I will grant. **However,** whatever you wish, your worst enemy receives your wish three times over. Choose wisely." said the genie, his resplendent purple cape fluttering from his humongous, broad, blue shoulders.
"Well ... | "By rubbing my lamp you get three wishes, I'm sure you're aware of all of this but I am required by law to read the entire thing." the genie said looking up from the card. "Whatever you wish will be granted three times over to your worst enemy. Do you want to know who it is?" I look hysterically at the genie "not at a... |
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