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[WP] Any feel-good story. Write me a story with a happy ending, that reaffirms my belief in the innate goodness of humanity, but without being blase, cliche or childish. | A stranger asked me to tell them- simply put, in layman's terms "why is life is worth living?"
I thought for a while, in my self imposed exile. Another lonely night spent reminding myself to stay sober.
For just one more day.
You hear that a lot in those circles there "24 hours at a time"
a race against the clock- c... | Not actually a story I wrote so I don't know if it'll be removed, but I just wanted to share a story a friend just told that I think fits well here. Her great-grandmother passed away yesterday after 2 years of Alzheimer's, 1 year of cancer and 1 month of slowly passing, as in receiving pain medication as her organs sto... | |
[WP] Any feel-good story. Write me a story with a happy ending, that reaffirms my belief in the innate goodness of humanity, but without being blase, cliche or childish. | A stranger asked me to tell them- simply put, in layman's terms "why is life is worth living?"
I thought for a while, in my self imposed exile. Another lonely night spent reminding myself to stay sober.
For just one more day.
You hear that a lot in those circles there "24 hours at a time"
a race against the clock- c... | *Ping* tap-tap *Ping* tap-tap
The sound reverberates in the confined corner, battering my eardrums with its harshness. It battles the heat of the fire for control of my body. Mankind was not meant to enjoy loud noises, high temperatures, or small, cramped spaces. But this space is my space. Here, I am the master of th... | |
[WP]In a world where you gain the power of the object you were previously killed with. You were killed by a falling coconut | I walked past the group of guys snickering at me. Everyone in town knew how I had last been killed. It was rather embarrassing, I must admit. And the powers that I had didn’t help with any of it. After all, being able to spontaneously produce a coconut and cause it to fall and crack open on my head wasn’t the most popu... | People pay big money to pick how they're killed. Sword, car, gun. Anything powerful. They keep record of how a person is killed, because if you can reincarnate and find who you were previously, you may have an inheritance waiting for you.
Here is what they don't tell you. *No one can guarantee when you will be brought... | |
[WP]In a world where you gain the power of the object you were previously killed with. You were killed by a falling coconut | People laughed when they found out. Killed by a coconut. Haha. So funny. I was used to it though. I'd been laughed at my whole life - the first life anyways.
They all imagined what my powers would be like when I revived, talked about it in hushed corners where my family couldn't overhear.
"How will they bear the sha... | People pay big money to pick how they're killed. Sword, car, gun. Anything powerful. They keep record of how a person is killed, because if you can reincarnate and find who you were previously, you may have an inheritance waiting for you.
Here is what they don't tell you. *No one can guarantee when you will be brought... | |
[WP]In a world where you gain the power of the object you were previously killed with. You were killed by a falling coconut | People laughed when they found out. Killed by a coconut. Haha. So funny. I was used to it though. I'd been laughed at my whole life - the first life anyways.
They all imagined what my powers would be like when I revived, talked about it in hushed corners where my family couldn't overhear.
"How will they bear the sha... | I walked past the group of guys snickering at me. Everyone in town knew how I had last been killed. It was rather embarrassing, I must admit. And the powers that I had didn’t help with any of it. After all, being able to spontaneously produce a coconut and cause it to fall and crack open on my head wasn’t the most popu... | |
[WP]: Describe the last person you talked to in the style of your favourite author. | I did not speak to anyone yesterday.
Well, that's not exactly true. It's true in the way that "I'm fine" is true when someone asks you how you are doing.
Yesterday, I worked from home, which meant that a number of things went undone that *would've* been done had I been going into work . One example of such things i... | She isn't a tall woman, just barely scraping five four. Her hair is laced with streaks of silver and her complexion is one of tired content. The love she radiates fills the space around her. The light, dark blue sweater she is wearing falls gently over her shoulders. She is greeted by a chorus of "hi's" and "hello's" a... | |
[WP] Eve did not eat the Forbidden Fruit because she was ignorant of the consequence, but rather because she knew exactly what the consequence was. | Her hands were soft and pale. She raised them, slowly and deliberately, and caressed the trunk of the tree. It was hard, rough, and dark. There must be more.
"What about after?" She remembered asking Adam. He had given her a blank look. "What happens after this? And after that?"
She needed to know. Surely, there mu... | This thread has been linked to from elsewhere on reddit.
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[WP] Eve did not eat the Forbidden Fruit because she was ignorant of the consequence, but rather because she knew exactly what the consequence was. | The Man was next to her. He always was. His body against her back, the tall grass of the meadow pressed flat beneath them. His breath was wet and slow on her neck. She shifted her body slowly, pulling away from him. His arm reached out, heavy with sleep, and pulled her back. His hips pushed forward, moving himself clos... | This thread has been linked to from elsewhere on reddit.
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*^If ^you ^follow ^any ^of ^the ^above ^links, ^respec... | |
[WP] Eve did not eat the Forbidden Fruit because she was ignorant of the consequence, but rather because she knew exactly what the consequence was. | Her hands were soft and pale. She raised them, slowly and deliberately, and caressed the trunk of the tree. It was hard, rough, and dark. There must be more.
"What about after?" She remembered asking Adam. He had given her a blank look. "What happens after this? And after that?"
She needed to know. Surely, there mu... | So, Snake, you're telling me that if I eat this apple, I will have knowledge of good and evil? THAT's why God told me not to eat it?
Yep. He doesn't make many rules, but that seems to be number one. Don't eat the apple, He says.
But that doesn't make any sense. God wants me to do good, right?
Yep.
And to not ... | |
[WP] You wake up one morning to find that, instead of birds, tiny dragons are flying around outside. | I've never liked the dragons. They've been shitting on my car since they showed up, and dragon shit is a lot harder to clean than bird droppings. The squirrels and chipmunks that used to frolic in my backyard have all but been devoured. Game of Thrones was cancelled after that kid in Jersey was torched after being i... | My eyes crack open. The room is filled with light.
"Crap, is it Monday already?"
I groan as i slowly get up from my bed... I look around. The room is a damn mess. Empty bottles lie on the floor. It was one of those nights. ever since she left, I drown my sorrows in alcohol. I can stop whenever i want, i just don't w... | |
[WP] Humanity has developed the technology that makes them immortal. To avoid overpopulation, all but those who can prove that they're worth keeping alive are 'purged' when they turn 100. Today is your 100th birthday | “I was never asked if I wanted to be born. Now you expect me to argue against my death? What makes you believe it’s worth the effort?
“You expect me to cling to life after spending decades feeling dead. There’s no pain. There’s no struggle. There’s no fear. We’re all just going through the motions. Now you tell me tha... | "Mister, this is the Purge Committee, please open the door."
"One minute", I told them, adjusting my tie and putting on my socks.
I kissed Janet on the cheek. She's crying, but hey, it's life. Gotta end it one day. Being immortal? Yeah not for me thanks. I saw all those people in their offices, trying to show the ... | |
[WP] Humanity has developed the technology that makes them immortal. To avoid overpopulation, all but those who can prove that they're worth keeping alive are 'purged' when they turn 100. Today is your 100th birthday | Papers in hand, he walked through the brightly lit corridors of an echoing marble tunnel. An old mouselike man hobbling down to his final destination. Room 315. This was it. He knocks. A voice slithers through the crack of the door "Come in."
The man opens the door gently. A pair of flashing glasses behind a desk gree... | "Mister, this is the Purge Committee, please open the door."
"One minute", I told them, adjusting my tie and putting on my socks.
I kissed Janet on the cheek. She's crying, but hey, it's life. Gotta end it one day. Being immortal? Yeah not for me thanks. I saw all those people in their offices, trying to show the ... | |
[WP] In the spirit of Halloween, write a scary story. No restrictions, no strings attached. Have Fun! | We have always been here, as we shall always be.
Since you people first learned to walk and feel, we have lived; crouched out of sight like a coiled spring.
We've hunted you for eons, since you hid in caves with warm fires, chalking expoits on walls. We waited then, out of the light, eyes watching and muscles twitchi... | My fist pounded against the door for the umpteenth time. "Brian! Let me in!" I yelled. Still no answer came from inside as the rain poured down. I looked around. Brian's car was in the driveway. I waited a few more seconds, and then decided to try the back door.
Brian and I were supposed to hang out today and work on ... | |
[WP] In the spirit of Halloween, write a scary story. No restrictions, no strings attached. Have Fun! | We have always been here, as we shall always be.
Since you people first learned to walk and feel, we have lived; crouched out of sight like a coiled spring.
We've hunted you for eons, since you hid in caves with warm fires, chalking expoits on walls. We waited then, out of the light, eyes watching and muscles twitchi... | This year, Danette decided to dress as a jack-o-lantern. The costume she wanted was not the most appropriate for work, consisting of green stockings, a ribbed corset with the traditional pumpkin grin plastered across the stomach and a hat made to look like the lid. While she was at work she decided to keep the hat, but... | |
[WP]You awaken in the middle of a futuristic giant colosseum, with thousands of foreign species cheering for you. You are covered in armour, which is riddled with incredible technology, specifically a keyboard on your forearm. You look up and see a Giant Alien Beast charging for you. Good luck | Jordan woke up, looked at the stands, looked at himself, looked at the monster. "Fuck yeah, a lucid dream!" he shouted, diving to the side. "I knew those Lucidia Dream Pills would work!"
Shortly before being drugged and shipped to the sector's capital, Jordan had consumed mass quantities of an obscure pill so that ... | Threw this together. I'm trying to become a better writer, so if anyone has tips on how to make this flow better, please let me know.
The fact that my screams drowned out the cheers of the audience must have meant I was terrified, which I of course was. One moment I was standing at my fridge, trying to decide what mea... | |
[WP]You awaken in the middle of a futuristic giant colosseum, with thousands of foreign species cheering for you. You are covered in armour, which is riddled with incredible technology, specifically a keyboard on your forearm. You look up and see a Giant Alien Beast charging for you. Good luck | I quickly press "0,0,0,0"
The screen on my forearm reads "Connected to Bluetooth Device."
Great, that's a big help I thought as the giant alien bull/rhino thing closed the distance between us. I then realize my "Bluetooth Device" is the glowing blue sword on my waist. It became active when it connected exactly how a ... | Threw this together. I'm trying to become a better writer, so if anyone has tips on how to make this flow better, please let me know.
The fact that my screams drowned out the cheers of the audience must have meant I was terrified, which I of course was. One moment I was standing at my fridge, trying to decide what mea... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | The morning is chilly, her toes had been exposed all night and ached as she wiggled and stretched blood flow back into them. Amelia swings her feet over, placing them in her therapeutic slippers, her toes warming up as they nestle in the soft wool. Her full sized bed creaks as she stood, the pillows looking sad, lonely... | Jim Farted in bed, soon after his wife, Ashley woke up.
Ashley goes downstairs and opens the refrigerator. "Leftovers are gone again," she mutters to herself.
She was used to it. Her hands snatch the bacon and removed the packaging in a single motion. She was also used to this. Upon entering the pan, the bacon hissed... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | Her alarm goes off.
He grabs her closer. She sighs, never wants it to end and kisses his face .She quickly gets ready for her day and leaves the bedroom.
Without looking back, she knows he is behind her.
She reaches the kitchen, makes a cup of coffee for herself, boils water for the tea for him.
While she is d... | Jim Farted in bed, soon after his wife, Ashley woke up.
Ashley goes downstairs and opens the refrigerator. "Leftovers are gone again," she mutters to herself.
She was used to it. Her hands snatch the bacon and removed the packaging in a single motion. She was also used to this. Upon entering the pan, the bacon hissed... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | The coffee grinder drowned out the sound of her shower. It's shrill scream breaking the silence of the house long before the sun broke through the windows of the kitchen.
Meticulously placing four and a half teaspoons of freshly ground beans into the bottom of the pot, he hurriedly shoved the pot onto the back burner ... | Jim Farted in bed, soon after his wife, Ashley woke up.
Ashley goes downstairs and opens the refrigerator. "Leftovers are gone again," she mutters to herself.
She was used to it. Her hands snatch the bacon and removed the packaging in a single motion. She was also used to this. Upon entering the pan, the bacon hissed... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | She smiled as she entered the room, her heart filling with a warmth that only came when she was around him. She went to open up the blinds and reflected on the time they had spent picking out blinds in the store and the silliness and fun they had doing something so mundane. She chuckled inwardly at how much fun they ... | Jim Farted in bed, soon after his wife, Ashley woke up.
Ashley goes downstairs and opens the refrigerator. "Leftovers are gone again," she mutters to herself.
She was used to it. Her hands snatch the bacon and removed the packaging in a single motion. She was also used to this. Upon entering the pan, the bacon hissed... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | The coffee grinder drowned out the sound of her shower. It's shrill scream breaking the silence of the house long before the sun broke through the windows of the kitchen.
Meticulously placing four and a half teaspoons of freshly ground beans into the bottom of the pot, he hurriedly shoved the pot onto the back burner ... | The grandfather clock quietly ticks away, counting endlessly. In comfortable silence Giovanni and Beatrice sit together, her face resting on his chest.
*dong dong*
2PM. She looks at him and smiles, revealing the dimples that only he could bring out.
A symphony of solitude. The ticking of the clock, a metronome. She ... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | She smiled as she entered the room, her heart filling with a warmth that only came when she was around him. She went to open up the blinds and reflected on the time they had spent picking out blinds in the store and the silliness and fun they had doing something so mundane. She chuckled inwardly at how much fun they ... | The grandfather clock quietly ticks away, counting endlessly. In comfortable silence Giovanni and Beatrice sit together, her face resting on his chest.
*dong dong*
2PM. She looks at him and smiles, revealing the dimples that only he could bring out.
A symphony of solitude. The ticking of the clock, a metronome. She ... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | He hit the snooze button. His legs weren't covered by the blanket anymore, as the wife was safely cuddled in most of it. Leaving the bed, he went to the bathroom and washed his face. Then he shaved, brushed his teeth and showered.
She woke up to an empty bed, and turned the alarm clock off. Groggily, she put on her ro... | The grandfather clock quietly ticks away, counting endlessly. In comfortable silence Giovanni and Beatrice sit together, her face resting on his chest.
*dong dong*
2PM. She looks at him and smiles, revealing the dimples that only he could bring out.
A symphony of solitude. The ticking of the clock, a metronome. She ... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | Alyson crawls out of bed and takes her bathrobe off the top of the chest of drawers, where she last left it. She has to wear her bathrobe while drinking her coffee, before hopping into the shower. She puts her bathrobe on, but then she takes it off again, and puts it back on, and off, repeating the process until she ... | The grandfather clock quietly ticks away, counting endlessly. In comfortable silence Giovanni and Beatrice sit together, her face resting on his chest.
*dong dong*
2PM. She looks at him and smiles, revealing the dimples that only he could bring out.
A symphony of solitude. The ticking of the clock, a metronome. She ... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | The coffee grinder drowned out the sound of her shower. It's shrill scream breaking the silence of the house long before the sun broke through the windows of the kitchen.
Meticulously placing four and a half teaspoons of freshly ground beans into the bottom of the pot, he hurriedly shoved the pot onto the back burner ... | The morning is chilly, her toes had been exposed all night and ached as she wiggled and stretched blood flow back into them. Amelia swings her feet over, placing them in her therapeutic slippers, her toes warming up as they nestle in the soft wool. Her full sized bed creaks as she stood, the pillows looking sad, lonely... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | She smiled as she entered the room, her heart filling with a warmth that only came when she was around him. She went to open up the blinds and reflected on the time they had spent picking out blinds in the store and the silliness and fun they had doing something so mundane. She chuckled inwardly at how much fun they ... | The alarm goes off at 8 AM, just like it always does.
They had both been awake for the last hour, but They knew that the routine was to get out of bed when the alarm goes off so They just lay there, like They do every Breakfast is at 8:15, and even though the young orderly with the glasses offers every morning to push... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | The music gently played in the background, waking Lilly up - they owned both the record and "mechanical contraption" that played it. "Mechanical contraption." That was what Loeb called it when he and Lilly went shopping for record players. That was in 1961, and still the thing played, its needle wobbling, struggling. A... | The alarm goes off at 8 AM, just like it always does.
They had both been awake for the last hour, but They knew that the routine was to get out of bed when the alarm goes off so They just lay there, like They do every Breakfast is at 8:15, and even though the young orderly with the glasses offers every morning to push... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | He hit the snooze button. His legs weren't covered by the blanket anymore, as the wife was safely cuddled in most of it. Leaving the bed, he went to the bathroom and washed his face. Then he shaved, brushed his teeth and showered.
She woke up to an empty bed, and turned the alarm clock off. Groggily, she put on her ro... | The alarm goes off at 8 AM, just like it always does.
They had both been awake for the last hour, but They knew that the routine was to get out of bed when the alarm goes off so They just lay there, like They do every Breakfast is at 8:15, and even though the young orderly with the glasses offers every morning to push... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | Alyson crawls out of bed and takes her bathrobe off the top of the chest of drawers, where she last left it. She has to wear her bathrobe while drinking her coffee, before hopping into the shower. She puts her bathrobe on, but then she takes it off again, and puts it back on, and off, repeating the process until she ... | The alarm goes off at 8 AM, just like it always does.
They had both been awake for the last hour, but They knew that the routine was to get out of bed when the alarm goes off so They just lay there, like They do every Breakfast is at 8:15, and even though the young orderly with the glasses offers every morning to push... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | She cooked his breakfast as he dressed for work. She stops and listens to the new sounds of a new love.
He cooked her breakfast while she rested, belly swollen with new life.
They cooked together; for three, then four, now five.
They cooked together, alone again in a suddenly empty house.
He cooks her breakfa... | The alarm goes off at 8 AM, just like it always does.
They had both been awake for the last hour, but They knew that the routine was to get out of bed when the alarm goes off so They just lay there, like They do every Breakfast is at 8:15, and even though the young orderly with the glasses offers every morning to push... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | The music gently played in the background, waking Lilly up - they owned both the record and "mechanical contraption" that played it. "Mechanical contraption." That was what Loeb called it when he and Lilly went shopping for record players. That was in 1961, and still the thing played, its needle wobbling, struggling. A... | Light on face: morning.
He puts his hand over hers,
She grabs it gently. | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | He hit the snooze button. His legs weren't covered by the blanket anymore, as the wife was safely cuddled in most of it. Leaving the bed, he went to the bathroom and washed his face. Then he shaved, brushed his teeth and showered.
She woke up to an empty bed, and turned the alarm clock off. Groggily, she put on her ro... | Light on face: morning.
He puts his hand over hers,
She grabs it gently. | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | Alyson crawls out of bed and takes her bathrobe off the top of the chest of drawers, where she last left it. She has to wear her bathrobe while drinking her coffee, before hopping into the shower. She puts her bathrobe on, but then she takes it off again, and puts it back on, and off, repeating the process until she ... | Light on face: morning.
He puts his hand over hers,
She grabs it gently. | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | She cooked his breakfast as he dressed for work. She stops and listens to the new sounds of a new love.
He cooked her breakfast while she rested, belly swollen with new life.
They cooked together; for three, then four, now five.
They cooked together, alone again in a suddenly empty house.
He cooks her breakfa... | Light on face: morning.
He puts his hand over hers,
She grabs it gently. | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | The music gently played in the background, waking Lilly up - they owned both the record and "mechanical contraption" that played it. "Mechanical contraption." That was what Loeb called it when he and Lilly went shopping for record players. That was in 1961, and still the thing played, its needle wobbling, struggling. A... | It's six in the morning and Steven's subconscious starts to give into his daily routine. "Wake up and smell the roses", he thinks to himself. However, this morning is unlike any other. He peeks out the window to find his wife of seven years in the garden they sowed together. Marla is watering the flowers and at the sam... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | He hit the snooze button. His legs weren't covered by the blanket anymore, as the wife was safely cuddled in most of it. Leaving the bed, he went to the bathroom and washed his face. Then he shaved, brushed his teeth and showered.
She woke up to an empty bed, and turned the alarm clock off. Groggily, she put on her ro... | It's six in the morning and Steven's subconscious starts to give into his daily routine. "Wake up and smell the roses", he thinks to himself. However, this morning is unlike any other. He peeks out the window to find his wife of seven years in the garden they sowed together. Marla is watering the flowers and at the sam... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | Alyson crawls out of bed and takes her bathrobe off the top of the chest of drawers, where she last left it. She has to wear her bathrobe while drinking her coffee, before hopping into the shower. She puts her bathrobe on, but then she takes it off again, and puts it back on, and off, repeating the process until she ... | It's six in the morning and Steven's subconscious starts to give into his daily routine. "Wake up and smell the roses", he thinks to himself. However, this morning is unlike any other. He peeks out the window to find his wife of seven years in the garden they sowed together. Marla is watering the flowers and at the sam... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | It hardly felt like seconds since Jack had fallen asleep, but then, such is the nature of sleep. Death, in a similar vein, might very well fast-forward us to the end of infinity, but who's to say what's in between? It was just a theory. Jack turned to his side, and saw that the digital clock read "5:57".
This was... | It's six in the morning and Steven's subconscious starts to give into his daily routine. "Wake up and smell the roses", he thinks to himself. However, this morning is unlike any other. He peeks out the window to find his wife of seven years in the garden they sowed together. Marla is watering the flowers and at the sam... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | She cooked his breakfast as he dressed for work. She stops and listens to the new sounds of a new love.
He cooked her breakfast while she rested, belly swollen with new life.
They cooked together; for three, then four, now five.
They cooked together, alone again in a suddenly empty house.
He cooks her breakfa... | It's six in the morning and Steven's subconscious starts to give into his daily routine. "Wake up and smell the roses", he thinks to himself. However, this morning is unlike any other. He peeks out the window to find his wife of seven years in the garden they sowed together. Marla is watering the flowers and at the sam... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | He hit the snooze button. His legs weren't covered by the blanket anymore, as the wife was safely cuddled in most of it. Leaving the bed, he went to the bathroom and washed his face. Then he shaved, brushed his teeth and showered.
She woke up to an empty bed, and turned the alarm clock off. Groggily, she put on her ro... | The music gently played in the background, waking Lilly up - they owned both the record and "mechanical contraption" that played it. "Mechanical contraption." That was what Loeb called it when he and Lilly went shopping for record players. That was in 1961, and still the thing played, its needle wobbling, struggling. A... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | Alyson crawls out of bed and takes her bathrobe off the top of the chest of drawers, where she last left it. She has to wear her bathrobe while drinking her coffee, before hopping into the shower. She puts her bathrobe on, but then she takes it off again, and puts it back on, and off, repeating the process until she ... | The music gently played in the background, waking Lilly up - they owned both the record and "mechanical contraption" that played it. "Mechanical contraption." That was what Loeb called it when he and Lilly went shopping for record players. That was in 1961, and still the thing played, its needle wobbling, struggling. A... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | She cooked his breakfast as he dressed for work. She stops and listens to the new sounds of a new love.
He cooked her breakfast while she rested, belly swollen with new life.
They cooked together; for three, then four, now five.
They cooked together, alone again in a suddenly empty house.
He cooks her breakfa... | It hardly felt like seconds since Jack had fallen asleep, but then, such is the nature of sleep. Death, in a similar vein, might very well fast-forward us to the end of infinity, but who's to say what's in between? It was just a theory. Jack turned to his side, and saw that the digital clock read "5:57".
This was... | |
[WP] A married couple start another average morning on an average weekday. No one dies. No twist. Show their overwhelming love for each other without them speaking a single word. | She cooked his breakfast as he dressed for work. She stops and listens to the new sounds of a new love.
He cooked her breakfast while she rested, belly swollen with new life.
They cooked together; for three, then four, now five.
They cooked together, alone again in a suddenly empty house.
He cooks her breakfa... | She sat up, bolt upright, and began to stretch like a flower reaching towards the sun. He laughed, and pulled his feet in towards his curled body, then pushed them against the warmth of her back. She let out a startled shriek at the sudden cold, then gave him a smile. She was always so much more awake than he was in th... | |
Either a hero that you make up, or an established one | [WP] Please describe a superhero's zany shenanigans as he tries to hide his secret super identity from his girlfriend after they move in together. | >Not exactly moving in, but close enough. Enjoy.
"Master Wayne! Master Wayne!" Walter rushed to Bruce's side. "There has been a breach in security!" Bruce stopped dead in his tracks.
"Who?"
"Well... erm... remember that lady you left at the party?"
"Yes..."
"Well... she broke into your closet."
"She... she fou... | With his body invisible to human eyes, but unable to risk leaving his position, Phantom man wishes he could walk through walls. The irony is not lost to him.
The force that holds our hero captive is none other than the young and vivacious Laura Scott. As she dances energetically across their bedroom floor she sings, ... |
Either a hero that you make up, or an established one | [WP] Please describe a superhero's zany shenanigans as he tries to hide his secret super identity from his girlfriend after they move in together. | >Not exactly moving in, but close enough. Enjoy.
"Master Wayne! Master Wayne!" Walter rushed to Bruce's side. "There has been a breach in security!" Bruce stopped dead in his tracks.
"Who?"
"Well... erm... remember that lady you left at the party?"
"Yes..."
"Well... she broke into your closet."
"She... she fou... | Without knocking, she walks in. Early. Its 2 and work doesn't get out until 2:30. I give one more flex to the mirror. I take my mask off as she walks in.
"Jim, why are you wearing your Halloween costume?"
"Well I was thinking about some role play, pretty lady." I make a swift step towards her and put her chin in my ha... |
[WP] You are a super hero with a respectable power. However, the tiresome pressure to always be good wears on you and you slowly become a villain. The only person who notices is your side kick who is not ready to stop you. How does the confrontation end? | I sat on a high backed chair in a darkened room, the only light coming from a wall full of computer screens. Though the bright light of the monitors didn’t show it, the wall behind me was covered in posters from graphic novels and comics. It was hilariously topical, I always thought, to have a wall devoted to the origi... | I am alone.
For the first time in what seemed to be eons of unrequited empathy and self-sacrifice in the name of others, I am alone.
This foreign quiet comes with a whispered sigh and a dulling of emotion. For years I have pledged myself to others. Disregarded my personal wants -- my needs -- to ensure that they were... | |
[WP] A God is dying. His sons and daughters gather, hoping to inherit his powers. | Five cats crouched around a dying panther.
One was grey, and her body shifted like smoke.
One was black, and her eyes were a swirling blue.
One was brown, and her paws were one with the earth.
One was red, and the air around her shimmered from heat.
And one was white, and white, and *white*, and ***white***.
They... | As I lay on my deathbed, I closed my eyes with a weary sigh. Why did dying have to be so complicated lately?
I remembered when you wanted to die before, all you had to do was go out in the woods, pick a spot you liked, and lay down and die.
Now, everybody had to die in a hospital. Even gods. Die hooked up to mac... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | As I sat down to continue reading for my exam, I realized that I had spent the last fifteen minutes looking at the same page, without even reading a single line. I also realized that I had left the door open, I went to close it, despite not knowing why I had opened it.
I heard the bell ring.
A young woman, probably i... | Once more, I glanced at the number above the door. 42. I had always taken it for a shoutout to the Sci-Fi classic. To my surprise, the door was opened by a young man, a tall, blond-haired youth, who frowned in confusion. An awkward silence passed as we stared at each other. "You might have the wrong door", the man star... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | The ship's uncontrolled spin made the planet that was hurtling towards me look like nothing more than a green blur on the view screen. I gripped the controls and tested them experimentally. Dead. I hadn't really expected anything else. No flight controls, no engines, and the MaxFusion drive's anti-matter chamber was go... | Once more, I glanced at the number above the door. 42. I had always taken it for a shoutout to the Sci-Fi classic. To my surprise, the door was opened by a young man, a tall, blond-haired youth, who frowned in confusion. An awkward silence passed as we stared at each other. "You might have the wrong door", the man star... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | **DING DONG**
"Who the fuck and why?!" I cursed over the sounds of my coon hound baying.
"Jaaack, shut the hell up."
**DING DONG**
"Give me a fucking second, damn I need to put pants on."
Working nights made these especially annoying. Yeah 10 o'clock is fine for most people but when you go to bed at 5 am waking... | Once more, I glanced at the number above the door. 42. I had always taken it for a shoutout to the Sci-Fi classic. To my surprise, the door was opened by a young man, a tall, blond-haired youth, who frowned in confusion. An awkward silence passed as we stared at each other. "You might have the wrong door", the man star... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | As I sat down to continue reading for my exam, I realized that I had spent the last fifteen minutes looking at the same page, without even reading a single line. I also realized that I had left the door open, I went to close it, despite not knowing why I had opened it.
I heard the bell ring.
A young woman, probably i... | I had a good childhood. A great one, even. My parents are always great, and they brought me up well - which is why I was being so careful.
Pete and I were in his basement. His parents were out. We weren't going to get caught.
"Do you have them?" I asked.
"Of course I have them, dumbass," he snapped, reaching into hi... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | The ship's uncontrolled spin made the planet that was hurtling towards me look like nothing more than a green blur on the view screen. I gripped the controls and tested them experimentally. Dead. I hadn't really expected anything else. No flight controls, no engines, and the MaxFusion drive's anti-matter chamber was go... | I had a good childhood. A great one, even. My parents are always great, and they brought me up well - which is why I was being so careful.
Pete and I were in his basement. His parents were out. We weren't going to get caught.
"Do you have them?" I asked.
"Of course I have them, dumbass," he snapped, reaching into hi... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | **DING DONG**
"Who the fuck and why?!" I cursed over the sounds of my coon hound baying.
"Jaaack, shut the hell up."
**DING DONG**
"Give me a fucking second, damn I need to put pants on."
Working nights made these especially annoying. Yeah 10 o'clock is fine for most people but when you go to bed at 5 am waking... | I had a good childhood. A great one, even. My parents are always great, and they brought me up well - which is why I was being so careful.
Pete and I were in his basement. His parents were out. We weren't going to get caught.
"Do you have them?" I asked.
"Of course I have them, dumbass," he snapped, reaching into hi... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | The ship's uncontrolled spin made the planet that was hurtling towards me look like nothing more than a green blur on the view screen. I gripped the controls and tested them experimentally. Dead. I hadn't really expected anything else. No flight controls, no engines, and the MaxFusion drive's anti-matter chamber was go... | My door was open, as it always was on those summer days. The docks were always teeming with activity then, before the fish were gone. Before the storm. Though rabble rousers and ruffians were the usual company, the dogs would alert me to any true trouble making its way down the worn planks leading to my step.
Lucy mo... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | (When I started writing this it was because I found it in /new and I was the first one.)
Silence permeated through the room like a tsunami of thick air. Oliver was laying on the floor of his Los Angeles studio, ways away from his home in England. Despite his fear of rejection, he proposed a date to Jacqueline. She was... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | **DING DONG**
"Who the fuck and why?!" I cursed over the sounds of my coon hound baying.
"Jaaack, shut the hell up."
**DING DONG**
"Give me a fucking second, damn I need to put pants on."
Working nights made these especially annoying. Yeah 10 o'clock is fine for most people but when you go to bed at 5 am waking... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "Your favorite... What?" I ask.
I'm a writer and this small, blonde lady isn't intimidating. At best she's good material and at worst she's just interrupted my Sunday afternoon bourbon drinking.
"Character," she says, quietly. Nervously.
"Okay," I say, smiling congenially. She's wearing a tank top and cutoffs, she's ... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "Come again?"
"I said, I just want you to know that you're my fav-"
"Yeah, I meant explain it, not repeat it."
She looked at me like I had just made her day. usually the people I shut down or yell at don't react like that, but she was practically giddy.
"You're just like the books. Snarky, clever, and meeeean!" I w... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "What?" I asked.
The young tanned boy with long black hair nodded, "Yup. I come from Sector 521. It's in a parallel universe a few atomic seconds ahead of yours. You humans haven't discovered much about that stuff yet though," he closed his eyes and smiled.
I looked around outside: it began snowing a few days prior... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | I stare confused. The kid gives me his best "I'm serious, but crazy psyched to be here, but totally serious" face. I think, 'whatever', how this last week has been- shit can't get any more weird. I look the kid up and down. Make sure he knows what he's in for. He seems legit. I guess. Hell, he could have been a ... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | (From the door-ringer's perspective.)
I stood in front of the dilapidated brick house, double checking the address. Even though I knew what I was looking for, it had been unnaturally difficult to find. I probably passed it numerous times without noticing. The bell didn't seem to make any sound so I slapped the solid w... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | Waking up in the afternoon, I set about preparing for my next night shift. Cooking a late lunch, cleaning the house, reading the news. Everyday mundane stuff. Funny how my life has been a complete routine ever since I graduated with a degree years ago. As a child I always wanted to travel to Africa to see its wildlife.... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "Nagini, go look from the window who wants to crash our party," I hiss in Parseltongue.
My Death Eaters shift uncomfortably in their chairs at this unexpected arrival and Nagini slithers out of the Malfoys' meeting room.
Lucius speaks up in a frightened voice, "My Lord, if I may request your permission to go check a... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | Losing a family member is never easy.
It is easier, however, when your Great Aunt Ruth who you only met when you were two years old passes away in her sleep from natural causes in her home in Wisconsin. Death is death, but some kinds are better than others.
I never had a Great Aunt Ruth. Sometimes I pretend I did, t... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | I'm pretty sure I didn't order anything. I'm not expecting guests either. I suppose it's for someone else. Now a knock on the door.
"Someone weird's at the door for you." My flat mate tells me, walking away. Well, that's a little unexpected. I pause my show and roll out of bed. Maybe I should get out of my pajamas, bu... | Henri wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing, he gets off his couch. That was some crazy party last night, he throws some clothes on in a hurry and runs to the door. There is a man at the door in coat and tie.
"You are my favorite book character, I know how it ends, I'm here to help change how it ends."
Henri ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | **DING DONG**
"Who the fuck and why?!" I cursed over the sounds of my coon hound baying.
"Jaaack, shut the hell up."
**DING DONG**
"Give me a fucking second, damn I need to put pants on."
Working nights made these especially annoying. Yeah 10 o'clock is fine for most people but when you go to bed at 5 am waking... | I'm ninety percent sure my life would make b the worst book ever. When this ass hole with his glowing boots tells me I'm his favorite v book character I simply laugh. The door than gets slammed in that crazy fucks face. I do not have the time to deal with this. Not today.
Of course when a stranger writes you a note t... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "Your favorite... What?" I ask.
I'm a writer and this small, blonde lady isn't intimidating. At best she's good material and at worst she's just interrupted my Sunday afternoon bourbon drinking.
"Character," she says, quietly. Nervously.
"Okay," I say, smiling congenially. She's wearing a tank top and cutoffs, she's ... | I'm ninety percent sure my life would make b the worst book ever. When this ass hole with his glowing boots tells me I'm his favorite v book character I simply laugh. The door than gets slammed in that crazy fucks face. I do not have the time to deal with this. Not today.
Of course when a stranger writes you a note t... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "Come again?"
"I said, I just want you to know that you're my fav-"
"Yeah, I meant explain it, not repeat it."
She looked at me like I had just made her day. usually the people I shut down or yell at don't react like that, but she was practically giddy.
"You're just like the books. Snarky, clever, and meeeean!" I w... | I'm ninety percent sure my life would make b the worst book ever. When this ass hole with his glowing boots tells me I'm his favorite v book character I simply laugh. The door than gets slammed in that crazy fucks face. I do not have the time to deal with this. Not today.
Of course when a stranger writes you a note t... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "What?" I asked.
The young tanned boy with long black hair nodded, "Yup. I come from Sector 521. It's in a parallel universe a few atomic seconds ahead of yours. You humans haven't discovered much about that stuff yet though," he closed his eyes and smiled.
I looked around outside: it began snowing a few days prior... | I'm ninety percent sure my life would make b the worst book ever. When this ass hole with his glowing boots tells me I'm his favorite v book character I simply laugh. The door than gets slammed in that crazy fucks face. I do not have the time to deal with this. Not today.
Of course when a stranger writes you a note t... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | I stare confused. The kid gives me his best "I'm serious, but crazy psyched to be here, but totally serious" face. I think, 'whatever', how this last week has been- shit can't get any more weird. I look the kid up and down. Make sure he knows what he's in for. He seems legit. I guess. Hell, he could have been a ... | I'm ninety percent sure my life would make b the worst book ever. When this ass hole with his glowing boots tells me I'm his favorite v book character I simply laugh. The door than gets slammed in that crazy fucks face. I do not have the time to deal with this. Not today.
Of course when a stranger writes you a note t... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | (From the door-ringer's perspective.)
I stood in front of the dilapidated brick house, double checking the address. Even though I knew what I was looking for, it had been unnaturally difficult to find. I probably passed it numerous times without noticing. The bell didn't seem to make any sound so I slapped the solid w... | I'm ninety percent sure my life would make b the worst book ever. When this ass hole with his glowing boots tells me I'm his favorite v book character I simply laugh. The door than gets slammed in that crazy fucks face. I do not have the time to deal with this. Not today.
Of course when a stranger writes you a note t... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | **DING DONG**
"Who the fuck and why?!" I cursed over the sounds of my coon hound baying.
"Jaaack, shut the hell up."
**DING DONG**
"Give me a fucking second, damn I need to put pants on."
Working nights made these especially annoying. Yeah 10 o'clock is fine for most people but when you go to bed at 5 am waking... | God DAMMIT, this is not the day or the time to receive visitors. Nothing has broken my way lately. Hell, I'll answer and just rip whatever poor unfortunate soul is on the other side of that door a new one.
I head down the stairs, getting more worked up with each passing step. I reach for the knob and immediately... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "Come again?"
"I said, I just want you to know that you're my fav-"
"Yeah, I meant explain it, not repeat it."
She looked at me like I had just made her day. usually the people I shut down or yell at don't react like that, but she was practically giddy.
"You're just like the books. Snarky, clever, and meeeean!" I w... | God DAMMIT, this is not the day or the time to receive visitors. Nothing has broken my way lately. Hell, I'll answer and just rip whatever poor unfortunate soul is on the other side of that door a new one.
I head down the stairs, getting more worked up with each passing step. I reach for the knob and immediately... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "What?" I asked.
The young tanned boy with long black hair nodded, "Yup. I come from Sector 521. It's in a parallel universe a few atomic seconds ahead of yours. You humans haven't discovered much about that stuff yet though," he closed his eyes and smiled.
I looked around outside: it began snowing a few days prior... | God DAMMIT, this is not the day or the time to receive visitors. Nothing has broken my way lately. Hell, I'll answer and just rip whatever poor unfortunate soul is on the other side of that door a new one.
I head down the stairs, getting more worked up with each passing step. I reach for the knob and immediately... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | (From the door-ringer's perspective.)
I stood in front of the dilapidated brick house, double checking the address. Even though I knew what I was looking for, it had been unnaturally difficult to find. I probably passed it numerous times without noticing. The bell didn't seem to make any sound so I slapped the solid w... | God DAMMIT, this is not the day or the time to receive visitors. Nothing has broken my way lately. Hell, I'll answer and just rip whatever poor unfortunate soul is on the other side of that door a new one.
I head down the stairs, getting more worked up with each passing step. I reach for the knob and immediately... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | **DING DONG**
"Who the fuck and why?!" I cursed over the sounds of my coon hound baying.
"Jaaack, shut the hell up."
**DING DONG**
"Give me a fucking second, damn I need to put pants on."
Working nights made these especially annoying. Yeah 10 o'clock is fine for most people but when you go to bed at 5 am waking... | "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it"
and Thats how it all began, a simple sentence, and now I'm sitting here in an abandoned denny's at 3am in the morning. Sometimes life throws you a curve ball, sometimes life grabs the ashtray from your... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "Come again?"
"I said, I just want you to know that you're my fav-"
"Yeah, I meant explain it, not repeat it."
She looked at me like I had just made her day. usually the people I shut down or yell at don't react like that, but she was practically giddy.
"You're just like the books. Snarky, clever, and meeeean!" I w... | "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it"
and Thats how it all began, a simple sentence, and now I'm sitting here in an abandoned denny's at 3am in the morning. Sometimes life throws you a curve ball, sometimes life grabs the ashtray from your... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "What?" I asked.
The young tanned boy with long black hair nodded, "Yup. I come from Sector 521. It's in a parallel universe a few atomic seconds ahead of yours. You humans haven't discovered much about that stuff yet though," he closed his eyes and smiled.
I looked around outside: it began snowing a few days prior... | "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it"
and Thats how it all began, a simple sentence, and now I'm sitting here in an abandoned denny's at 3am in the morning. Sometimes life throws you a curve ball, sometimes life grabs the ashtray from your... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | (From the door-ringer's perspective.)
I stood in front of the dilapidated brick house, double checking the address. Even though I knew what I was looking for, it had been unnaturally difficult to find. I probably passed it numerous times without noticing. The bell didn't seem to make any sound so I slapped the solid w... | "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it"
and Thats how it all began, a simple sentence, and now I'm sitting here in an abandoned denny's at 3am in the morning. Sometimes life throws you a curve ball, sometimes life grabs the ashtray from your... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | **DING DONG**
"Who the fuck and why?!" I cursed over the sounds of my coon hound baying.
"Jaaack, shut the hell up."
**DING DONG**
"Give me a fucking second, damn I need to put pants on."
Working nights made these especially annoying. Yeah 10 o'clock is fine for most people but when you go to bed at 5 am waking... | “What a day” I think to myself. “Not only did I have to wake up for the early shift, but it turns out I wasn't even supposed to be there today. The least that jackass could have done was tell me when I got there, not wait until noon.” I walk around the corner to see a man standing in the middle of the path. I take a se... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "What?" I asked.
The young tanned boy with long black hair nodded, "Yup. I come from Sector 521. It's in a parallel universe a few atomic seconds ahead of yours. You humans haven't discovered much about that stuff yet though," he closed his eyes and smiled.
I looked around outside: it began snowing a few days prior... | “What a day” I think to myself. “Not only did I have to wake up for the early shift, but it turns out I wasn't even supposed to be there today. The least that jackass could have done was tell me when I got there, not wait until noon.” I walk around the corner to see a man standing in the middle of the path. I take a se... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "Your favorite... What?" I ask.
I'm a writer and this small, blonde lady isn't intimidating. At best she's good material and at worst she's just interrupted my Sunday afternoon bourbon drinking.
"Character," she says, quietly. Nervously.
"Okay," I say, smiling congenially. She's wearing a tank top and cutoffs, she's ... | (When I started writing this it was because I found it in /new and I was the first one.)
Silence permeated through the room like a tsunami of thick air. Oliver was laying on the floor of his Los Angeles studio, ways away from his home in England. Despite his fear of rejection, he proposed a date to Jacqueline. She was... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "Come again?"
"I said, I just want you to know that you're my fav-"
"Yeah, I meant explain it, not repeat it."
She looked at me like I had just made her day. usually the people I shut down or yell at don't react like that, but she was practically giddy.
"You're just like the books. Snarky, clever, and meeeean!" I w... | (When I started writing this it was because I found it in /new and I was the first one.)
Silence permeated through the room like a tsunami of thick air. Oliver was laying on the floor of his Los Angeles studio, ways away from his home in England. Despite his fear of rejection, he proposed a date to Jacqueline. She was... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "What?" I asked.
The young tanned boy with long black hair nodded, "Yup. I come from Sector 521. It's in a parallel universe a few atomic seconds ahead of yours. You humans haven't discovered much about that stuff yet though," he closed his eyes and smiled.
I looked around outside: it began snowing a few days prior... | (When I started writing this it was because I found it in /new and I was the first one.)
Silence permeated through the room like a tsunami of thick air. Oliver was laying on the floor of his Los Angeles studio, ways away from his home in England. Despite his fear of rejection, he proposed a date to Jacqueline. She was... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | I stare confused. The kid gives me his best "I'm serious, but crazy psyched to be here, but totally serious" face. I think, 'whatever', how this last week has been- shit can't get any more weird. I look the kid up and down. Make sure he knows what he's in for. He seems legit. I guess. Hell, he could have been a ... | (When I started writing this it was because I found it in /new and I was the first one.)
Silence permeated through the room like a tsunami of thick air. Oliver was laying on the floor of his Los Angeles studio, ways away from his home in England. Despite his fear of rejection, he proposed a date to Jacqueline. She was... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | (From the door-ringer's perspective.)
I stood in front of the dilapidated brick house, double checking the address. Even though I knew what I was looking for, it had been unnaturally difficult to find. I probably passed it numerous times without noticing. The bell didn't seem to make any sound so I slapped the solid w... | (When I started writing this it was because I found it in /new and I was the first one.)
Silence permeated through the room like a tsunami of thick air. Oliver was laying on the floor of his Los Angeles studio, ways away from his home in England. Despite his fear of rejection, he proposed a date to Jacqueline. She was... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "Come again?"
"I said, I just want you to know that you're my fav-"
"Yeah, I meant explain it, not repeat it."
She looked at me like I had just made her day. usually the people I shut down or yell at don't react like that, but she was practically giddy.
"You're just like the books. Snarky, clever, and meeeean!" I w... | "Your favorite... What?" I ask.
I'm a writer and this small, blonde lady isn't intimidating. At best she's good material and at worst she's just interrupted my Sunday afternoon bourbon drinking.
"Character," she says, quietly. Nervously.
"Okay," I say, smiling congenially. She's wearing a tank top and cutoffs, she's ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "What?" I asked.
The young tanned boy with long black hair nodded, "Yup. I come from Sector 521. It's in a parallel universe a few atomic seconds ahead of yours. You humans haven't discovered much about that stuff yet though," he closed his eyes and smiled.
I looked around outside: it began snowing a few days prior... | "Your favorite... What?" I ask.
I'm a writer and this small, blonde lady isn't intimidating. At best she's good material and at worst she's just interrupted my Sunday afternoon bourbon drinking.
"Character," she says, quietly. Nervously.
"Okay," I say, smiling congenially. She's wearing a tank top and cutoffs, she's ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | (From the door-ringer's perspective.)
I stood in front of the dilapidated brick house, double checking the address. Even though I knew what I was looking for, it had been unnaturally difficult to find. I probably passed it numerous times without noticing. The bell didn't seem to make any sound so I slapped the solid w... | "Your favorite... What?" I ask.
I'm a writer and this small, blonde lady isn't intimidating. At best she's good material and at worst she's just interrupted my Sunday afternoon bourbon drinking.
"Character," she says, quietly. Nervously.
"Okay," I say, smiling congenially. She's wearing a tank top and cutoffs, she's ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | "What?" I asked.
The young tanned boy with long black hair nodded, "Yup. I come from Sector 521. It's in a parallel universe a few atomic seconds ahead of yours. You humans haven't discovered much about that stuff yet though," he closed his eyes and smiled.
I looked around outside: it began snowing a few days prior... | "Come again?"
"I said, I just want you to know that you're my fav-"
"Yeah, I meant explain it, not repeat it."
She looked at me like I had just made her day. usually the people I shut down or yell at don't react like that, but she was practically giddy.
"You're just like the books. Snarky, clever, and meeeean!" I w... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | (From the door-ringer's perspective.)
I stood in front of the dilapidated brick house, double checking the address. Even though I knew what I was looking for, it had been unnaturally difficult to find. I probably passed it numerous times without noticing. The bell didn't seem to make any sound so I slapped the solid w... | I stare confused. The kid gives me his best "I'm serious, but crazy psyched to be here, but totally serious" face. I think, 'whatever', how this last week has been- shit can't get any more weird. I look the kid up and down. Make sure he knows what he's in for. He seems legit. I guess. Hell, he could have been a ... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | Losing a family member is never easy.
It is easier, however, when your Great Aunt Ruth who you only met when you were two years old passes away in her sleep from natural causes in her home in Wisconsin. Death is death, but some kinds are better than others.
I never had a Great Aunt Ruth. Sometimes I pretend I did, t... | Waking up in the afternoon, I set about preparing for my next night shift. Cooking a late lunch, cleaning the house, reading the news. Everyday mundane stuff. Funny how my life has been a complete routine ever since I graduated with a degree years ago. As a child I always wanted to travel to Africa to see its wildlife.... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | I'm pretty sure I didn't order anything. I'm not expecting guests either. I suppose it's for someone else. Now a knock on the door.
"Someone weird's at the door for you." My flat mate tells me, walking away. Well, that's a little unexpected. I pause my show and roll out of bed. Maybe I should get out of my pajamas, bu... | Waking up in the afternoon, I set about preparing for my next night shift. Cooking a late lunch, cleaning the house, reading the news. Everyday mundane stuff. Funny how my life has been a complete routine ever since I graduated with a degree years ago. As a child I always wanted to travel to Africa to see its wildlife.... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | Losing a family member is never easy.
It is easier, however, when your Great Aunt Ruth who you only met when you were two years old passes away in her sleep from natural causes in her home in Wisconsin. Death is death, but some kinds are better than others.
I never had a Great Aunt Ruth. Sometimes I pretend I did, t... | "Nagini, go look from the window who wants to crash our party," I hiss in Parseltongue.
My Death Eaters shift uncomfortably in their chairs at this unexpected arrival and Nagini slithers out of the Malfoys' meeting room.
Lucius speaks up in a frightened voice, "My Lord, if I may request your permission to go check a... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | I'm pretty sure I didn't order anything. I'm not expecting guests either. I suppose it's for someone else. Now a knock on the door.
"Someone weird's at the door for you." My flat mate tells me, walking away. Well, that's a little unexpected. I pause my show and roll out of bed. Maybe I should get out of my pajamas, bu... | "Nagini, go look from the window who wants to crash our party," I hiss in Parseltongue.
My Death Eaters shift uncomfortably in their chairs at this unexpected arrival and Nagini slithers out of the Malfoys' meeting room.
Lucius speaks up in a frightened voice, "My Lord, if I may request your permission to go check a... | |
[WP] Your door bell rings. It's a person from an alternate universe, who says, "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I want to help change it" | I'm pretty sure I didn't order anything. I'm not expecting guests either. I suppose it's for someone else. Now a knock on the door.
"Someone weird's at the door for you." My flat mate tells me, walking away. Well, that's a little unexpected. I pause my show and roll out of bed. Maybe I should get out of my pajamas, bu... | Losing a family member is never easy.
It is easier, however, when your Great Aunt Ruth who you only met when you were two years old passes away in her sleep from natural causes in her home in Wisconsin. Death is death, but some kinds are better than others.
I never had a Great Aunt Ruth. Sometimes I pretend I did, t... | |
[WP] A terrorist group has began assassinating the world's wealthiest citizens. Attempts to stop them have failed and people are now afraid to own a large amount of money/assets. | Lately there have been rumors of the wealthy building an army. People have been nervous ever since powerful moguls such as the Koch Brothers moved to St. John's in the virgin islands. We all thought they would be assassinated just like everyone else, but images have surfaced showing a massive barrier and large gate pro... | For some, money is the epitome of their life. Men and women of past dream dreams of an abundance of wealth, one that could be passed down generation after generation. People are materialistic beings. Combine that with a single life, you get slaves chasing after the carrot on the stick. Driven on by tales of the few suc... | |
[WP] A terrorist group has began assassinating the world's wealthiest citizens. Attempts to stop them have failed and people are now afraid to own a large amount of money/assets. | Jerry Bradley was a good man. He was a hardworking car mechanic living in New Orleans with his wive Sarah and his two children.
Paying the mortgage on the newly acquired house was tough, but it was worth it.
The old city flat was too small and old, and he always had wanted to own his house.
He worked overtime and was o... | For some, money is the epitome of their life. Men and women of past dream dreams of an abundance of wealth, one that could be passed down generation after generation. People are materialistic beings. Combine that with a single life, you get slaves chasing after the carrot on the stick. Driven on by tales of the few suc... | |
[WP] A terrorist group has began assassinating the world's wealthiest citizens. Attempts to stop them have failed and people are now afraid to own a large amount of money/assets. | For the first time, wealth redistribution was pushed by the rich. This absurd threat, killing only the world's wealthiest clearly could be stopped only in one way: by making sure no one was wealthier than the others. The final age of humans was coming: a utopia was being built. Everyone had what they needed, all b... | For some, money is the epitome of their life. Men and women of past dream dreams of an abundance of wealth, one that could be passed down generation after generation. People are materialistic beings. Combine that with a single life, you get slaves chasing after the carrot on the stick. Driven on by tales of the few suc... | |
[WP] A terrorist group has began assassinating the world's wealthiest citizens. Attempts to stop them have failed and people are now afraid to own a large amount of money/assets. | For the first time, wealth redistribution was pushed by the rich. This absurd threat, killing only the world's wealthiest clearly could be stopped only in one way: by making sure no one was wealthier than the others. The final age of humans was coming: a utopia was being built. Everyone had what they needed, all b... | Jerry Bradley was a good man. He was a hardworking car mechanic living in New Orleans with his wive Sarah and his two children.
Paying the mortgage on the newly acquired house was tough, but it was worth it.
The old city flat was too small and old, and he always had wanted to own his house.
He worked overtime and was o... |
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