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Or a part of it.
edit: I'm pretty sure someone here is shadowbanned. | [WP] Actors cannot leave character at all until the film in which they play is released in cinemas. Describe an actor's life. | My life, I am the greatest man on earth. Saved the country multiple times. I am soo attractive people want my face.
I just don't get why every couple of months, we have this ritual where people celebrate my exploits in a theatre then tell me to stop.
Stop. Stop acting Nick, it's okay, the movie is out.
I usually ... | Development hell. A media industry term, originally. Playful jargon that describes a film stuck somewhere in writing or production. Or cycling back and forth and back and forth between the two - a dozen scenes being filmed at once at any given time, using at least as many different scripts, and by the time you've manag... |
[WP] You are a main character who has just realized that you're being protected by the most powerful force in the universe; Plot armor. | In that instant, all should have been lost, for I had failed them.
The sword at my throat, slick with the blood of my king, was proof enough; the assassins had come in the night, with darkness in their hearts, and slain the last of the Ha'vadra, the last keeper of the Old Ones.
With the spilling of his blood the la... | I got you your excerpt from Isolda Somsak's testimony, as you asked. Well, part of it. This is seriously difficult shit to get a hold of. I think I can get the next part (I can imagine you'll want it by the end of this) but give me more time. Also: if you ask me, she's fucking nuts. Either way, wild stuff, eh? Also, al... | |
[WP] The only survivors of the apocalypse are two hardcore World of Warcraft players wondering why the heck the arena queue is taking so long. | Joined channel [13. General - Paper Valley]
[13. General - Paper Valley] [**rockbottom**]: hey
[13. General - Paper Valley] [**rockbottom**]: what would be up?
[13. General - Paper Valley] [*Coward*]: this queue time is fucking up!!
[13. General - Paper Valley] [*Coward*]: i've been here for eons
[13. General - Pa... | "Fuck," greased and cheese soak lips spat, filling the otherwise rhythmic droning of a desk fan with bits of spit and gargled whisper. This queue was taking forever. Licking the cheese from his fingers and finishing his Route 44 limeade with a sputter he grabbed his mouse and a flick of his free wrist switched his disp... | |
[WP] The only survivors of the apocalypse are two hardcore World of Warcraft players wondering why the heck the arena queue is taking so long. | Joined channel [13. General - Paper Valley]
[13. General - Paper Valley] [**rockbottom**]: hey
[13. General - Paper Valley] [**rockbottom**]: what would be up?
[13. General - Paper Valley] [*Coward*]: this queue time is fucking up!!
[13. General - Paper Valley] [*Coward*]: i've been here for eons
[13. General - Pa... | "Fucking Blizzard. Can't solve the simplest problems."
Jordan disentangled his eyes from his monitor before standing up and strolling over to his freezer to free his favourite snack from its cool prison. Frozen pizza. He licked his lips as he imagined the cold, disruptive taste of melting ketchup with salami, and curse... | |
[WP] The only survivors of the apocalypse are two hardcore World of Warcraft players wondering why the heck the arena queue is taking so long. | Logging on,
Happily
Gear acquired,
PvP
Friend and I
Hop in queue
But everyone's dead
F\**king noobs | So I don't really write, but I got up this morning and decide that I wanted to practice. Work on my right brain a little bit. Here's what I came up with. Tips and criticism is appreciated. Also I don't play WoW so I might have gotten some things wrong.
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[WP] The only survivors of the apocalypse are two hardcore World of Warcraft players wondering why the heck the arena queue is taking so long. | *Slacky has connected.*
**Slacky:** Yo yo, wat's going on?
**Byeka:** was just losing some BGs earlier, now I can't even get into one. Horde sucking hard as usual.
**Slacky:** telling you bro, we should make alliance. humans are op.
**Byeka:** Screw the alliance! For the Horde!
**Slacky:** arena?
**Byeka:** Pleas... | So I don't really write, but I got up this morning and decide that I wanted to practice. Work on my right brain a little bit. Here's what I came up with. Tips and criticism is appreciated. Also I don't play WoW so I might have gotten some things wrong.
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[WP] The only survivors of the apocalypse are two hardcore World of Warcraft players wondering why the heck the arena queue is taking so long. | Rainmaker: This que is longer then usual..
Greg: I know, if it pops the second my pizza gets here I am going to rage.
R:This is why I only eat frozen pizza bro.
G:But that stuff is nasty as hell, plus this guy bring me mountain dew and redbull.
R:This is why I buy in bulk, I could survive an apocalypse with what I ... | So I don't really write, but I got up this morning and decide that I wanted to practice. Work on my right brain a little bit. Here's what I came up with. Tips and criticism is appreciated. Also I don't play WoW so I might have gotten some things wrong.
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[WP] Santa is real, but no kid has made the nice list for years. This year, one child does. | "Why is the old man still having us make presents every fucking year? It's just going to be coal again anyway. Coal, coal coal. Every child gets coal, every year. And all of the presents we spent fucking MONTHS assembling are just gonna land in the trash, again. We could be lying somewhere on a beach in Tahiti now, ins... | Santa stared out across the bedrock surface of what used to be a snow covered and frosty wonderland, The North Pole had seen far better days. While Mrs. Clause was in the hut tanning the hide of a mutated rat, Santa wearily sat down on a nearby boulder and pondered how things had gotten this bad.
It had been so long ... | |
[WP] My whole life I strove to find meaning, to inspire, to contribute. I've sacrificed everything to make my mark. Yet, as I stand at the brink of possible humanity's greatest discovery, I realized it wasn't worth it. | How long has Man dreamed of the Fountain of Youth, of an all-curing panacea, of unlimited leisure in the total absence of death, famine, sickness, and tragedy? How many stories have been written, how many religions promising a Heaven have been constructed over and over in history?
I stared at the data, plentiful but d... | "No matter your intent, focus or will, it is *impossible* to maintain consciousness with two raging, eighteen inch erections. What hath Man done?" | |
[WP] A dog named Karl Barx spreads communism amongst dog-kind. | My dear Mocha,
The history of the Apartment is the history of class struggles.
Though I am a dachshund and you are pug, we are both the downtrodden, wretched, oppressed victims of the self-same lord and tyrant, who fears only that we speak her name in the full light of day from atop the highest cushion on the Sofa it... | "Bark bark, bark bark bark bark."
The dogs roared with approval at the brilliant remarks of their leader, Karl Barx. They discussed to themselves about his policies.
"Bark bark bark?"
"Bark bark."
"Bark bark bark, bark bark bark bark bark bark."
The dogs, infuriated by the treachery of their comrade, ripped t... | |
[WP] It has been years, and winter has not yet ended. | I shivered in fear. I could see it was going to happen. Again. Always again. Always more. This winter felt terrifyingly permanent. I huddled next to the tree, I could hardly move. I was up to my knees in the wet stuff, it was packed all around. I tried to brace myself. I tried to take a firm stance. The dark s... | We knew we shouldn't have dropped the bombs, we knew this was going to happen aside from the mass loss of life; even still it's only created more problems then just radiation. All it took was one stupid country to launch *one* missile and it was over; every country that ever stockpiled nuclear weapons fired theirs out ... | |
[WP] It has been years, and winter has not yet ended. | That’s it. The last cow is dead. This was the end, they both knew it. Adam sighed and began cutting the carcass. His son, James, pulled the chain closer. Adam finished cutting the hock, and soon the two men were using a pulley to hoist the cow for ease of butchering.
When James had it under control for a bit,... | We knew we shouldn't have dropped the bombs, we knew this was going to happen aside from the mass loss of life; even still it's only created more problems then just radiation. All it took was one stupid country to launch *one* missile and it was over; every country that ever stockpiled nuclear weapons fired theirs out ... | |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | Since my original post got removed (but was incredibly well received), I decided to go with the piece I had originally drafted for this prompt.
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Phoenix stood at the doors of the central tower, an ugly monolith of glass and steel dominating the skyline.... | "Hello people of America. As you can see, this video has been made long before you will ever see it. My hair still has a sheen that helped get me into this office, unlike the dullness that will surely consume it in the next eight years of my presidency. In the years to come I am going to do horrible things. I am going ... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | They'd taken our brothers, and sisters. They refused to let us die noble deaths. They poisoned us slowly.
And now, after it all, I was at their mercy. I'd tried to take the life of their leader, Katherine Steed--the villainous mastermind behind it all, and they'd caught me and my troupe within minutes. They'd outlawed... | [P1] Dylan sat quietly on his bed, once again unable to fall asleep. It was just four days until his fifteenth birthday, an event that would have once been cause for celebration, but now served only to fill the house with dread. For on that day, there would be no presents. Certainly no cake, a treat that had been aband... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | Since my original post got removed (but was incredibly well received), I decided to go with the piece I had originally drafted for this prompt.
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Phoenix stood at the doors of the central tower, an ugly monolith of glass and steel dominating the skyline.... | [P1] Dylan sat quietly on his bed, once again unable to fall asleep. It was just four days until his fifteenth birthday, an event that would have once been cause for celebration, but now served only to fill the house with dread. For on that day, there would be no presents. Certainly no cake, a treat that had been aband... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | I grew up in broken home where the only people that mattered were the people I'd met over the course of my lifetime. Mitchel's parents were business owners of a growing corporation before the purge. Cindy was accepted to the greatest school in the country before it was torn down for "cultural cleansing". And Lucy's par... | [P1] Dylan sat quietly on his bed, once again unable to fall asleep. It was just four days until his fifteenth birthday, an event that would have once been cause for celebration, but now served only to fill the house with dread. For on that day, there would be no presents. Certainly no cake, a treat that had been aband... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | Since my original post got removed (but was incredibly well received), I decided to go with the piece I had originally drafted for this prompt.
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Phoenix stood at the doors of the central tower, an ugly monolith of glass and steel dominating the skyline.... | They'd taken our brothers, and sisters. They refused to let us die noble deaths. They poisoned us slowly.
And now, after it all, I was at their mercy. I'd tried to take the life of their leader, Katherine Steed--the villainous mastermind behind it all, and they'd caught me and my troupe within minutes. They'd outlawed... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | Since my original post got removed (but was incredibly well received), I decided to go with the piece I had originally drafted for this prompt.
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Phoenix stood at the doors of the central tower, an ugly monolith of glass and steel dominating the skyline.... | "Fuck Deacon, that was close." I hear from across the room, the warehouse echoing, making the voice louder.
"Hayden, what have we gone over about swearing." I say calmly, back, looking at the blonde brute of a teenager, his shoulder wrapped in bandages.
"Sorry, boss." he replies, shrugging, avoiding eye contact, "I... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | I wake up shortly before dawn. Today is the day. The day on which I'll decide my fate. The sky provides just enough light for me to see myself in my sliver of mirror. Hazel eyes, mouse-brown hair and a shard of glass: those are the only things I have of my mother's. I wonder what she would say to me, if she were h... | "Fuck Deacon, that was close." I hear from across the room, the warehouse echoing, making the voice louder.
"Hayden, what have we gone over about swearing." I say calmly, back, looking at the blonde brute of a teenager, his shoulder wrapped in bandages.
"Sorry, boss." he replies, shrugging, avoiding eye contact, "I... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | I grew up in broken home where the only people that mattered were the people I'd met over the course of my lifetime. Mitchel's parents were business owners of a growing corporation before the purge. Cindy was accepted to the greatest school in the country before it was torn down for "cultural cleansing". And Lucy's par... | "Fuck Deacon, that was close." I hear from across the room, the warehouse echoing, making the voice louder.
"Hayden, what have we gone over about swearing." I say calmly, back, looking at the blonde brute of a teenager, his shoulder wrapped in bandages.
"Sorry, boss." he replies, shrugging, avoiding eye contact, "I... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | The Resistance was all gathered together now, huddled around a heater, warming their hands. "It is now time" said Xadus, "Time to take back what is ours". His sister, Xadai, looked on ruefully. "They think they can control us. These evil overlords will have another thing coming. Soon. The Resistance lives!"
Suddenly, ... | "Fuck Deacon, that was close." I hear from across the room, the warehouse echoing, making the voice louder.
"Hayden, what have we gone over about swearing." I say calmly, back, looking at the blonde brute of a teenager, his shoulder wrapped in bandages.
"Sorry, boss." he replies, shrugging, avoiding eye contact, "I... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | I grew up in broken home where the only people that mattered were the people I'd met over the course of my lifetime. Mitchel's parents were business owners of a growing corporation before the purge. Cindy was accepted to the greatest school in the country before it was torn down for "cultural cleansing". And Lucy's par... | I wake up shortly before dawn. Today is the day. The day on which I'll decide my fate. The sky provides just enough light for me to see myself in my sliver of mirror. Hazel eyes, mouse-brown hair and a shard of glass: those are the only things I have of my mother's. I wonder what she would say to me, if she were h... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | The Resistance was all gathered together now, huddled around a heater, warming their hands. "It is now time" said Xadus, "Time to take back what is ours". His sister, Xadai, looked on ruefully. "They think they can control us. These evil overlords will have another thing coming. Soon. The Resistance lives!"
Suddenly, ... | I wake up shortly before dawn. Today is the day. The day on which I'll decide my fate. The sky provides just enough light for me to see myself in my sliver of mirror. Hazel eyes, mouse-brown hair and a shard of glass: those are the only things I have of my mother's. I wonder what she would say to me, if she were h... |
Inspired by [this](https://np.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3yxj68/what_thing_in_a_movie_makes_it_instantly_a_bad/cyhosea) comment. | [WP] Write a story in the style of a teen novel which follows the journey of a group of teenagers fighting to bring down an oppressive dystopian government. Over the course of the story it becomes clear to the readers that the government is in the right. | The Resistance was all gathered together now, huddled around a heater, warming their hands. "It is now time" said Xadus, "Time to take back what is ours". His sister, Xadai, looked on ruefully. "They think they can control us. These evil overlords will have another thing coming. Soon. The Resistance lives!"
Suddenly, ... | The air sizzled in the underground factory of the Lonarden Steelworks. The sparks and fiery blast of heavy machinery surged the smelting room with heat and fire.
The workers down below hobbled around like ants, checking the valves and cranking levers like there was no tomorrow. Lunchtime wasn't due for another three h... |
[WP] In a strange turn of events everyone who makes a resolution at the beginning of the new year actually sticks to it. | The police department is all abuzz as I walk through the door on a cold winter's morning. Why wouldn't it be? Businesses are shutting down left and right. Over five hundred suicides were reported. Nearly two thousand calls about domestic abuse and countless reports of stalking and sexual assault... and this was just in... | "Sir I...I can't explain it."
"You don't have to Garrett, this is what the CDC was tasked with fixing and somehow, someway, it happened. We'll have to cut back the staff sure but let's look at the bigger picture- the world is taking their health seriously," Dr. Ysmault said leaning back in the leather chair with his f... | |
[WP] Give me nightmares. | We exist out of phase with reality. When you observe us we disappear until you turn your eyes away. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of our shadows in the corner of your vision only to look for us to no avail. Close your eyes and feel our presence surrounding you; suffocating you. Close your eyes and rest peacefully k... | You are home alone. In your bed, safe and sound. Warm and cozy. *THUD* A sudden and strange noise. You look around, looking to see if you knocked something over. You did not. Everything is right where you left it. You think that it must of been the wind. But you made sure the windows were closed. You double-checked. ... | |
[WP] Give me nightmares. | Ever walked down a road at night, alone? Ever had the feeling the wind was pulling and crying, as if it was calling to you? Calling you to stop and turn around.
Whispering. "Don't go on".
And you tried to focus on your footsteps. The sound they made when they hit the cold, hard pavement. Tried to pay no attention t... | You are home alone. In your bed, safe and sound. Warm and cozy. *THUD* A sudden and strange noise. You look around, looking to see if you knocked something over. You did not. Everything is right where you left it. You think that it must of been the wind. But you made sure the windows were closed. You double-checked. ... | |
[WP] Give me nightmares. | Ever walked down a road at night, alone? Ever had the feeling the wind was pulling and crying, as if it was calling to you? Calling you to stop and turn around.
Whispering. "Don't go on".
And you tried to focus on your footsteps. The sound they made when they hit the cold, hard pavement. Tried to pay no attention t... | We exist out of phase with reality. When you observe us we disappear until you turn your eyes away. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of our shadows in the corner of your vision only to look for us to no avail. Close your eyes and feel our presence surrounding you; suffocating you. Close your eyes and rest peacefully k... | |
Preferably something cute, but anything will due. | [WP] Make me smile. | Jimmy was sitting at his computer and remembered something from his past that he hadn't thought of in years. The memory invaded his thoughts and he thought of all the horror behind it. He looked up at the ceiling and quietly mouthed the thought, "I lost the game". | I woke in a sweat, thunder from the storm outside shaking the creaky old house on its foundation. I heard a squeaking noise a few rooms over, seemingly from nowhere. I grabbed my phone for a flashlight, but it was dead. I got up from by bed and walked to the light switch, but it seemed that the power was out. Luckily, ... |
Preferably something cute, but anything will due. | [WP] Make me smile. | I've had a pretty rough life. Not only am I saying that but my friends believe the same. When I met them I had already gone through several foster homes, too many black eyes and abusive parents on top of an already confusing shuffling of homes in my life.
"Maybe this is what life is." I would continually think to... | I woke in a sweat, thunder from the storm outside shaking the creaky old house on its foundation. I heard a squeaking noise a few rooms over, seemingly from nowhere. I grabbed my phone for a flashlight, but it was dead. I got up from by bed and walked to the light switch, but it seemed that the power was out. Luckily, ... |
Preferably something cute, but anything will due. | [WP] Make me smile. | I've had a pretty rough life. Not only am I saying that but my friends believe the same. When I met them I had already gone through several foster homes, too many black eyes and abusive parents on top of an already confusing shuffling of homes in my life.
"Maybe this is what life is." I would continually think to... | The best thing, he had decided, was that when you're little, you can get away with anything. You could scare your sister, wrestle with your brother, accidentally pull your mum's hair, and everyone expected it. You could dash around the house like a madman, chasing invisible monsters, defending the world from evil intru... |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | He kindly lets her know she's moving too fast and picks up the check and leaves without saying another word.
| The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | Forty years. Forty years is a long time. The waitresses and cooks all knew them by sight, though no one was really sure of their names. Every morning, like clockwork they walk in around 9. Her 5 minutes before. Him 2 minutes after. Never exchanging words, just friendly and loving smiles. But lately, lately things have ... | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | Its been 40 years since I started this and I'm not one to give up easily. Since I was a kid she has been trying to tell me like it is, and some say I should just drop it, but I need to know....
I walk into the diner, she's there, early as usual. I glance at the waitress who rolls her eyes. I chuckle and throw my arms ... | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The city was colder than usual. William squinted as he trudged through the frozen fog. Far in the distance, at the end of the block, he saw the lights of the diner. As he approached, he thought of his past, everything he had been through to get to this moment, and the intricacy of it all. Had he not spotted this diner ... | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | "A man and a woman.. have met every morning for the last fourty years at a diner. While the teo seemed to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever.. the woman today reaches out and touches my hand.. "
"Wait, what!"
"What the.. what the hell Maurine! WH... | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | It was the day after the funeral. For the past 50 years Debra and George had lived a happy life together. High school sweat hearts that never strayed, what her mom used to call "a modern miracle". She was so used to George's company that the first morning without him there was terrible. She awoke to no fresh coffee... | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The gentle scurf of the brushed metal slid beneath my fingers as I moved the cloth over the counter, wiping away crumbs and germs both. I was generally a fast worker but these two had caught my attention long ago and I allowed myself just a little time to slack off and watch when they came in.
The first time I'd seen ... | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | "I... I forgive you" she said touching his hand, tears streaming down her face. The man said not a word. He noded his head and stood up from the table. A broken smile crossed his face, then he turned around and walked out the door; alone for the first time, and never to return.
A few minutes later the waitress came b... | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | Her clammy hand lifted off the the maroon high floss diner table, leaving a hand print of sweat. She reached for him. For, what felt like an eternity. Maybe it was.
40 years. 40 fuckin' years to get to that handshake.
Despite the gravity of the event, the man stayed non-plussed like an old mountain bear type pers... | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The man jerks his hands away violently and furiously signs "please don't interrupt me."
The woman sighs and closes her eyes.
"It's going to be one of those days..." The man clumsily signs to himself. | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | ######[](#dropcap)
It's so strange, watching them. I guess my coworkers have gotten used to it, but I'm new, and I notice too much. Forty years, they said. Forty years, and not a word to one another, just ordering their food and thanking their server.
***
They don't even read. I've worked here for a month, and I've se... | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | My friends used to ask me how long they thought I could keep it going, but not anymore. They stopped caring decades ago. I knew they thought I was being silly, but I didn't care. This was important to me.
I glare at Margie over the steam rising from my flapjacks and her poached eggs, and she glares right back. The sam... | The old Greek diner shut down years ago. She reached out to touch his hand to check his pulse. He was cold to the touch. The coroner pronounced him dead on arrival.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | "I... I forgive you" she said touching his hand, tears streaming down her face. The man said not a word. He noded his head and stood up from the table. A broken smile crossed his face, then he turned around and walked out the door; alone for the first time, and never to return.
A few minutes later the waitress came b... | I cant remember how long I've been coming to this diner she thought. I know this face. I know I know his face. Something just doesn't seem right here. This diner it must be different I must have wandered into the wrong place. NO! NO! NO! Jeff is still serving me this terrible coffee that stain on the white wall ha! it ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | Her clammy hand lifted off the the maroon high floss diner table, leaving a hand print of sweat. She reached for him. For, what felt like an eternity. Maybe it was.
40 years. 40 fuckin' years to get to that handshake.
Despite the gravity of the event, the man stayed non-plussed like an old mountain bear type pers... | I cant remember how long I've been coming to this diner she thought. I know this face. I know I know his face. Something just doesn't seem right here. This diner it must be different I must have wandered into the wrong place. NO! NO! NO! Jeff is still serving me this terrible coffee that stain on the white wall ha! it ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The man jerks his hands away violently and furiously signs "please don't interrupt me."
The woman sighs and closes her eyes.
"It's going to be one of those days..." The man clumsily signs to himself. | I cant remember how long I've been coming to this diner she thought. I know this face. I know I know his face. Something just doesn't seem right here. This diner it must be different I must have wandered into the wrong place. NO! NO! NO! Jeff is still serving me this terrible coffee that stain on the white wall ha! it ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | ######[](#dropcap)
It's so strange, watching them. I guess my coworkers have gotten used to it, but I'm new, and I notice too much. Forty years, they said. Forty years, and not a word to one another, just ordering their food and thanking their server.
***
They don't even read. I've worked here for a month, and I've se... | I cant remember how long I've been coming to this diner she thought. I know this face. I know I know his face. Something just doesn't seem right here. This diner it must be different I must have wandered into the wrong place. NO! NO! NO! Jeff is still serving me this terrible coffee that stain on the white wall ha! it ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | My friends used to ask me how long they thought I could keep it going, but not anymore. They stopped caring decades ago. I knew they thought I was being silly, but I didn't care. This was important to me.
I glare at Margie over the steam rising from my flapjacks and her poached eggs, and she glares right back. The sam... | I cant remember how long I've been coming to this diner she thought. I know this face. I know I know his face. Something just doesn't seem right here. This diner it must be different I must have wandered into the wrong place. NO! NO! NO! Jeff is still serving me this terrible coffee that stain on the white wall ha! it ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | It was a diner much like any other in that part of the city. There was a place to stop for food every ten steps you took on that street. She just knew the directions on foot and had relied on that to get her there every morning for the past forty years. It had gotten to the point that a friend had asked her, “Which din... | I cant remember how long I've been coming to this diner she thought. I know this face. I know I know his face. Something just doesn't seem right here. This diner it must be different I must have wandered into the wrong place. NO! NO! NO! Jeff is still serving me this terrible coffee that stain on the white wall ha! it ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | "I... I forgive you" she said touching his hand, tears streaming down her face. The man said not a word. He noded his head and stood up from the table. A broken smile crossed his face, then he turned around and walked out the door; alone for the first time, and never to return.
A few minutes later the waitress came b... | They are reliable as the sun and moon, always arriving at the appointed hour. They hadn't aged a day, while their server Jared Stiles had gone from vibrant youth to doddering old age in the forty years since the beginning. The order never changed. The same flowers bloomed in the window box, never withering, nor show... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | Her clammy hand lifted off the the maroon high floss diner table, leaving a hand print of sweat. She reached for him. For, what felt like an eternity. Maybe it was.
40 years. 40 fuckin' years to get to that handshake.
Despite the gravity of the event, the man stayed non-plussed like an old mountain bear type pers... | They are reliable as the sun and moon, always arriving at the appointed hour. They hadn't aged a day, while their server Jared Stiles had gone from vibrant youth to doddering old age in the forty years since the beginning. The order never changed. The same flowers bloomed in the window box, never withering, nor show... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The man jerks his hands away violently and furiously signs "please don't interrupt me."
The woman sighs and closes her eyes.
"It's going to be one of those days..." The man clumsily signs to himself. | They are reliable as the sun and moon, always arriving at the appointed hour. They hadn't aged a day, while their server Jared Stiles had gone from vibrant youth to doddering old age in the forty years since the beginning. The order never changed. The same flowers bloomed in the window box, never withering, nor show... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | ######[](#dropcap)
It's so strange, watching them. I guess my coworkers have gotten used to it, but I'm new, and I notice too much. Forty years, they said. Forty years, and not a word to one another, just ordering their food and thanking their server.
***
They don't even read. I've worked here for a month, and I've se... | They are reliable as the sun and moon, always arriving at the appointed hour. They hadn't aged a day, while their server Jared Stiles had gone from vibrant youth to doddering old age in the forty years since the beginning. The order never changed. The same flowers bloomed in the window box, never withering, nor show... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | My friends used to ask me how long they thought I could keep it going, but not anymore. They stopped caring decades ago. I knew they thought I was being silly, but I didn't care. This was important to me.
I glare at Margie over the steam rising from my flapjacks and her poached eggs, and she glares right back. The sam... | They are reliable as the sun and moon, always arriving at the appointed hour. They hadn't aged a day, while their server Jared Stiles had gone from vibrant youth to doddering old age in the forty years since the beginning. The order never changed. The same flowers bloomed in the window box, never withering, nor show... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | "I... I forgive you" she said touching his hand, tears streaming down her face. The man said not a word. He noded his head and stood up from the table. A broken smile crossed his face, then he turned around and walked out the door; alone for the first time, and never to return.
A few minutes later the waitress came b... | Suzie cautiously entered the room where her mother sat, head on the table, sobbing into her arms. She had been playing with her dolls when the phone had rang, but she knew something was the matter when her mother started talking softly.
"What's wrong, Mommy?"
She lifted her eyes up. "Oh sweetie..." She reached out,... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | Her clammy hand lifted off the the maroon high floss diner table, leaving a hand print of sweat. She reached for him. For, what felt like an eternity. Maybe it was.
40 years. 40 fuckin' years to get to that handshake.
Despite the gravity of the event, the man stayed non-plussed like an old mountain bear type pers... | Suzie cautiously entered the room where her mother sat, head on the table, sobbing into her arms. She had been playing with her dolls when the phone had rang, but she knew something was the matter when her mother started talking softly.
"What's wrong, Mommy?"
She lifted her eyes up. "Oh sweetie..." She reached out,... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The man jerks his hands away violently and furiously signs "please don't interrupt me."
The woman sighs and closes her eyes.
"It's going to be one of those days..." The man clumsily signs to himself. | Suzie cautiously entered the room where her mother sat, head on the table, sobbing into her arms. She had been playing with her dolls when the phone had rang, but she knew something was the matter when her mother started talking softly.
"What's wrong, Mommy?"
She lifted her eyes up. "Oh sweetie..." She reached out,... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | ######[](#dropcap)
It's so strange, watching them. I guess my coworkers have gotten used to it, but I'm new, and I notice too much. Forty years, they said. Forty years, and not a word to one another, just ordering their food and thanking their server.
***
They don't even read. I've worked here for a month, and I've se... | Suzie cautiously entered the room where her mother sat, head on the table, sobbing into her arms. She had been playing with her dolls when the phone had rang, but she knew something was the matter when her mother started talking softly.
"What's wrong, Mommy?"
She lifted her eyes up. "Oh sweetie..." She reached out,... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | My friends used to ask me how long they thought I could keep it going, but not anymore. They stopped caring decades ago. I knew they thought I was being silly, but I didn't care. This was important to me.
I glare at Margie over the steam rising from my flapjacks and her poached eggs, and she glares right back. The sam... | Suzie cautiously entered the room where her mother sat, head on the table, sobbing into her arms. She had been playing with her dolls when the phone had rang, but she knew something was the matter when her mother started talking softly.
"What's wrong, Mommy?"
She lifted her eyes up. "Oh sweetie..." She reached out,... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | "I... I forgive you" she said touching his hand, tears streaming down her face. The man said not a word. He noded his head and stood up from the table. A broken smile crossed his face, then he turned around and walked out the door; alone for the first time, and never to return.
A few minutes later the waitress came b... | He kindly lets her know she's moving too fast and picks up the check and leaves without saying another word.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | Her clammy hand lifted off the the maroon high floss diner table, leaving a hand print of sweat. She reached for him. For, what felt like an eternity. Maybe it was.
40 years. 40 fuckin' years to get to that handshake.
Despite the gravity of the event, the man stayed non-plussed like an old mountain bear type pers... | He kindly lets her know she's moving too fast and picks up the check and leaves without saying another word.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The man jerks his hands away violently and furiously signs "please don't interrupt me."
The woman sighs and closes her eyes.
"It's going to be one of those days..." The man clumsily signs to himself. | He kindly lets her know she's moving too fast and picks up the check and leaves without saying another word.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | ######[](#dropcap)
It's so strange, watching them. I guess my coworkers have gotten used to it, but I'm new, and I notice too much. Forty years, they said. Forty years, and not a word to one another, just ordering their food and thanking their server.
***
They don't even read. I've worked here for a month, and I've se... | He kindly lets her know she's moving too fast and picks up the check and leaves without saying another word.
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[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | Her clammy hand lifted off the the maroon high floss diner table, leaving a hand print of sweat. She reached for him. For, what felt like an eternity. Maybe it was.
40 years. 40 fuckin' years to get to that handshake.
Despite the gravity of the event, the man stayed non-plussed like an old mountain bear type pers... | Forty years. Forty years is a long time. The waitresses and cooks all knew them by sight, though no one was really sure of their names. Every morning, like clockwork they walk in around 9. Her 5 minutes before. Him 2 minutes after. Never exchanging words, just friendly and loving smiles. But lately, lately things have ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The man jerks his hands away violently and furiously signs "please don't interrupt me."
The woman sighs and closes her eyes.
"It's going to be one of those days..." The man clumsily signs to himself. | Forty years. Forty years is a long time. The waitresses and cooks all knew them by sight, though no one was really sure of their names. Every morning, like clockwork they walk in around 9. Her 5 minutes before. Him 2 minutes after. Never exchanging words, just friendly and loving smiles. But lately, lately things have ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | ######[](#dropcap)
It's so strange, watching them. I guess my coworkers have gotten used to it, but I'm new, and I notice too much. Forty years, they said. Forty years, and not a word to one another, just ordering their food and thanking their server.
***
They don't even read. I've worked here for a month, and I've se... | Forty years. Forty years is a long time. The waitresses and cooks all knew them by sight, though no one was really sure of their names. Every morning, like clockwork they walk in around 9. Her 5 minutes before. Him 2 minutes after. Never exchanging words, just friendly and loving smiles. But lately, lately things have ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The man jerks his hands away violently and furiously signs "please don't interrupt me."
The woman sighs and closes her eyes.
"It's going to be one of those days..." The man clumsily signs to himself. | Its been 40 years since I started this and I'm not one to give up easily. Since I was a kid she has been trying to tell me like it is, and some say I should just drop it, but I need to know....
I walk into the diner, she's there, early as usual. I glance at the waitress who rolls her eyes. I chuckle and throw my arms ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The man jerks his hands away violently and furiously signs "please don't interrupt me."
The woman sighs and closes her eyes.
"It's going to be one of those days..." The man clumsily signs to himself. | The city was colder than usual. William squinted as he trudged through the frozen fog. Far in the distance, at the end of the block, he saw the lights of the diner. As he approached, he thought of his past, everything he had been through to get to this moment, and the intricacy of it all. Had he not spotted this diner ... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The man jerks his hands away violently and furiously signs "please don't interrupt me."
The woman sighs and closes her eyes.
"It's going to be one of those days..." The man clumsily signs to himself. | "A man and a woman.. have met every morning for the last fourty years at a diner. While the teo seemed to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever.. the woman today reaches out and touches my hand.. "
"Wait, what!"
"What the.. what the hell Maurine! WH... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | The man jerks his hands away violently and furiously signs "please don't interrupt me."
The woman sighs and closes her eyes.
"It's going to be one of those days..." The man clumsily signs to himself. | It was the day after the funeral. For the past 50 years Debra and George had lived a happy life together. High school sweat hearts that never strayed, what her mom used to call "a modern miracle". She was so used to George's company that the first morning without him there was terrible. She awoke to no fresh coffee... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | ######[](#dropcap)
It's so strange, watching them. I guess my coworkers have gotten used to it, but I'm new, and I notice too much. Forty years, they said. Forty years, and not a word to one another, just ordering their food and thanking their server.
***
They don't even read. I've worked here for a month, and I've se... | Does she finally recognize me? I thought to myself. Her hand was cold and wet and served as a reminder of how sweaty I was. A chill ran down my spine and made me physically shake. Her eyes were nervous and only today did she have trouble keeping eye contact. Forty years of silence and cowardice have led to this moment.... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | My friends used to ask me how long they thought I could keep it going, but not anymore. They stopped caring decades ago. I knew they thought I was being silly, but I didn't care. This was important to me.
I glare at Margie over the steam rising from my flapjacks and her poached eggs, and she glares right back. The sam... | Does she finally recognize me? I thought to myself. Her hand was cold and wet and served as a reminder of how sweaty I was. A chill ran down my spine and made me physically shake. Her eyes were nervous and only today did she have trouble keeping eye contact. Forty years of silence and cowardice have led to this moment.... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | It was a diner much like any other in that part of the city. There was a place to stop for food every ten steps you took on that street. She just knew the directions on foot and had relied on that to get her there every morning for the past forty years. It had gotten to the point that a friend had asked her, “Which din... | Does she finally recognize me? I thought to myself. Her hand was cold and wet and served as a reminder of how sweaty I was. A chill ran down my spine and made me physically shake. Her eyes were nervous and only today did she have trouble keeping eye contact. Forty years of silence and cowardice have led to this moment.... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | ######[](#dropcap)
It's so strange, watching them. I guess my coworkers have gotten used to it, but I'm new, and I notice too much. Forty years, they said. Forty years, and not a word to one another, just ordering their food and thanking their server.
***
They don't even read. I've worked here for a month, and I've se... | Anthony looked back into those deep, blue eyes as her hand touched his. He had secretly dreamed of this day for nearly forty years, the day where she would finally notice him. She was his entire reason for visiting this diner. There were nights he was kept awake by the fear that, were the diner ever to close, he had no... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | My friends used to ask me how long they thought I could keep it going, but not anymore. They stopped caring decades ago. I knew they thought I was being silly, but I didn't care. This was important to me.
I glare at Margie over the steam rising from my flapjacks and her poached eggs, and she glares right back. The sam... | Anthony looked back into those deep, blue eyes as her hand touched his. He had secretly dreamed of this day for nearly forty years, the day where she would finally notice him. She was his entire reason for visiting this diner. There were nights he was kept awake by the fear that, were the diner ever to close, he had no... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | It was a diner much like any other in that part of the city. There was a place to stop for food every ten steps you took on that street. She just knew the directions on foot and had relied on that to get her there every morning for the past forty years. It had gotten to the point that a friend had asked her, “Which din... | Anthony looked back into those deep, blue eyes as her hand touched his. He had secretly dreamed of this day for nearly forty years, the day where she would finally notice him. She was his entire reason for visiting this diner. There were nights he was kept awake by the fear that, were the diner ever to close, he had no... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | ######[](#dropcap)
It's so strange, watching them. I guess my coworkers have gotten used to it, but I'm new, and I notice too much. Forty years, they said. Forty years, and not a word to one another, just ordering their food and thanking their server.
***
They don't even read. I've worked here for a month, and I've se... | The photographs overflowed the walls of the diner, records of the passing time.
The ones by the kitchen were the oldest. You can always tell an old photo. The colours had faded to a sun dyed yellow, and the perched precariously on the wall like nicotine stained teeth clinging to the mouth of an old smoker.
The old p... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | My friends used to ask me how long they thought I could keep it going, but not anymore. They stopped caring decades ago. I knew they thought I was being silly, but I didn't care. This was important to me.
I glare at Margie over the steam rising from my flapjacks and her poached eggs, and she glares right back. The sam... | The photographs overflowed the walls of the diner, records of the passing time.
The ones by the kitchen were the oldest. You can always tell an old photo. The colours had faded to a sun dyed yellow, and the perched precariously on the wall like nicotine stained teeth clinging to the mouth of an old smoker.
The old p... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | It was a diner much like any other in that part of the city. There was a place to stop for food every ten steps you took on that street. She just knew the directions on foot and had relied on that to get her there every morning for the past forty years. It had gotten to the point that a friend had asked her, “Which din... | The photographs overflowed the walls of the diner, records of the passing time.
The ones by the kitchen were the oldest. You can always tell an old photo. The colours had faded to a sun dyed yellow, and the perched precariously on the wall like nicotine stained teeth clinging to the mouth of an old smoker.
The old p... | |
[WP] A man and woman have met every morning for the last 40 years at a diner. While the two seem to know one another very well, in all this time they have never exchanged a word. For the first time ever the woman today reaches out and touches the man's hand. | ######[](#dropcap)
It's so strange, watching them. I guess my coworkers have gotten used to it, but I'm new, and I notice too much. Forty years, they said. Forty years, and not a word to one another, just ordering their food and thanking their server.
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They don't even read. I've worked here for a month, and I've se... | "I... I forgive you" she said touching his hand, tears streaming down her face. The man said not a word. He noded his head and stood up from the table. A broken smile crossed his face, then he turned around and walked out the door; alone for the first time, and never to return.
A few minutes later the waitress came b... | |
[WP] As you gaze at Earths beauty from the ISS, it suddenly disappears. | It was after a round of maintenance on the ship when it happened.
I'd just come back from a space-walk to fix the 'Dark-Matter Detector Thingy', as I called it. The thing needed constant maintenance and attention, it needed 4 maintenance drives a fortnight. It was about time to get rest, when I stopped and looked out ... | It was my second time on the ISS and it's as amazing as it was the first time. Being in space with no gravity holding you down, it's such a surreal experience that I don't believe anyone could ever get used to it, and the the Earth, god its magnificent such a beautiful scenery. The light, the dark that is the ocean, th... | |
[WP] As you gaze at Earths beauty from the ISS, it suddenly disappears. | I've never felt so far from home. We're in low orbit, so it's not as far as many people think. The Earth fills half of the window. A giant sea with a round horizon line. A blue hill with the gentlest of slopes.
My poetic thought is interrupted by a crackling on the radio. I glance at it, expecting a transmission, but ... | I floated around, intently looking for the tube of whatever the hell it was that we called food. The silence around me was peaceful, up here is the calmest that I have ever been.
Floating over towards the window, I spotted the most magnificent site in the whole solar system, that big blue marble called Earth. I could... | |
[WP] While dozing by the fire in your isolated winter cabin, you hear a firm knock on the front door. It's 3 am, blizzard conditions have closed all surrounding roads, and the nearest neighbor is miles away. | Something yanks me out of sleep. I blink. Where the hell am I? Right, I'm on the couch. I glance to the fireplace to see that the fire has died down, and here I am, in my pajamas and a light robe with no blanket to speak of to keep me warm. I curl up and try to get comfortable again. Part of me reasons that I should go... | “Dear June, the summer was amazing! I wish you could’ve been here to see it. I spent a lot of time making improvements to my little home here. I carved a stool from a spruce tree that fell last year while we built this cabin, remember that? It scared the shit out of us” He chuckled to himself as he wrote, firelight shi... | |
[WP] As humans become more advance we start to create are own universes. After a while Universe creation kits are being sold as common toys for kids. Talk about your first universe and about your god hood in it. | "Haha, Ricky's an idiot if he thinks i'm gonna believe that. *My* sentient life couldn't be so dumb!"
"Dude try it! He swore on his life that it works!"
"So let me get this straight, you're saying that if I build a pool, put my sentient lifes in, and remove the ladder, they drown?"
//
Somewhere far away, the local ... | I created mine when I was but 11 years old.
I started out with the earth based model before I began to personalize it with my own creativity and god-ness.
I made it full of unicorns, some unicorns could fly and all unicorns could talk.
I made lunch pail trees like in the movie Return to Oz. And I made a few places ... | |
[WP] As humans become more advance we start to create are own universes. After a while Universe creation kits are being sold as common toys for kids. Talk about your first universe and about your god hood in it. | I found it in the attic, gathering dust on a shelf.
"God, what a bunch a nostalgic bullshit", i smirked.
I remember waking up Christmas day and finding it waiting under the tree for me. I remember the bright flash when i first turned it on and the excitement when I got the first little pop up message: "you've got life... | I created mine when I was but 11 years old.
I started out with the earth based model before I began to personalize it with my own creativity and god-ness.
I made it full of unicorns, some unicorns could fly and all unicorns could talk.
I made lunch pail trees like in the movie Return to Oz. And I made a few places ... | |
[WP] As humans become more advance we start to create are own universes. After a while Universe creation kits are being sold as common toys for kids. Talk about your first universe and about your god hood in it. | I found it in the attic, gathering dust on a shelf.
"God, what a bunch a nostalgic bullshit", i smirked.
I remember waking up Christmas day and finding it waiting under the tree for me. I remember the bright flash when i first turned it on and the excitement when I got the first little pop up message: "you've got life... | "Haha, Ricky's an idiot if he thinks i'm gonna believe that. *My* sentient life couldn't be so dumb!"
"Dude try it! He swore on his life that it works!"
"So let me get this straight, you're saying that if I build a pool, put my sentient lifes in, and remove the ladder, they drown?"
//
Somewhere far away, the local ... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | I didn't think she was beautiful at first, when she asked me out.
We were both just kids and she was plain. She fully admits it. You know how there's this concept that if you ask everyone how attractive they think they are, almost everyone says 'above average', and how that means nothing because it destroys the whole... | A crisp winter’s morning.
The waking sun throws its first beams over the horizon with an aim that’s second to none. The escaping orange light reaches the target causing the clear mucus seeping from her radiantly rosey nose to glisten in these silent sunrise moments. We stand amongst the fields of wild grasses as they... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | Spreading manure has always been the least glamorous job on the farm. It really doesn’t even need an explanation; you spend your entire day loading, hauling, and slinging good old poop. This job is a necessary evil for every livestock producer, however. You can ignore it all you want, but that doesn’t change the consta... | A crisp winter’s morning.
The waking sun throws its first beams over the horizon with an aim that’s second to none. The escaping orange light reaches the target causing the clear mucus seeping from her radiantly rosey nose to glisten in these silent sunrise moments. We stand amongst the fields of wild grasses as they... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | Writers are like oysters.
Consider this: a writer writes a story like an oyster makes a pearl - takes an irritating bit and wraps it, layer by layer, in iridescent secretions.
That is the act of writing a story - of taking some sharp-edged memory and *wrapping* it, smoothing it out and making it easier to live with.... | A crisp winter’s morning.
The waking sun throws its first beams over the horizon with an aim that’s second to none. The escaping orange light reaches the target causing the clear mucus seeping from her radiantly rosey nose to glisten in these silent sunrise moments. We stand amongst the fields of wild grasses as they... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | I didn't think she was beautiful at first, when she asked me out.
We were both just kids and she was plain. She fully admits it. You know how there's this concept that if you ask everyone how attractive they think they are, almost everyone says 'above average', and how that means nothing because it destroys the whole... | They found him in a bin. He had 2 broken legs, his fur and skin had been burnt, he was blind in 1 eye, and he smelt like rotten flesh. They named him groucho.
They took him to the nearest rescue centre, they cleaned him, they put his legs in casts, then helped him learn how to walk again. His fur grew back, his tail... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | Spreading manure has always been the least glamorous job on the farm. It really doesn’t even need an explanation; you spend your entire day loading, hauling, and slinging good old poop. This job is a necessary evil for every livestock producer, however. You can ignore it all you want, but that doesn’t change the consta... | They found him in a bin. He had 2 broken legs, his fur and skin had been burnt, he was blind in 1 eye, and he smelt like rotten flesh. They named him groucho.
They took him to the nearest rescue centre, they cleaned him, they put his legs in casts, then helped him learn how to walk again. His fur grew back, his tail... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | Writers are like oysters.
Consider this: a writer writes a story like an oyster makes a pearl - takes an irritating bit and wraps it, layer by layer, in iridescent secretions.
That is the act of writing a story - of taking some sharp-edged memory and *wrapping* it, smoothing it out and making it easier to live with.... | They found him in a bin. He had 2 broken legs, his fur and skin had been burnt, he was blind in 1 eye, and he smelt like rotten flesh. They named him groucho.
They took him to the nearest rescue centre, they cleaned him, they put his legs in casts, then helped him learn how to walk again. His fur grew back, his tail... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | I didn't think she was beautiful at first, when she asked me out.
We were both just kids and she was plain. She fully admits it. You know how there's this concept that if you ask everyone how attractive they think they are, almost everyone says 'above average', and how that means nothing because it destroys the whole... | Death.
Death is the most beautiful thing. The way their arms flail as they run from the inevitable always gives me a rush. The way their face fills with terror as they try to stuff their spilling organs back inside their broken body is always enchanting. The sound of the corpse landing with a dull thud is music to my ... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | Spreading manure has always been the least glamorous job on the farm. It really doesn’t even need an explanation; you spend your entire day loading, hauling, and slinging good old poop. This job is a necessary evil for every livestock producer, however. You can ignore it all you want, but that doesn’t change the consta... | Death.
Death is the most beautiful thing. The way their arms flail as they run from the inevitable always gives me a rush. The way their face fills with terror as they try to stuff their spilling organs back inside their broken body is always enchanting. The sound of the corpse landing with a dull thud is music to my ... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | Writers are like oysters.
Consider this: a writer writes a story like an oyster makes a pearl - takes an irritating bit and wraps it, layer by layer, in iridescent secretions.
That is the act of writing a story - of taking some sharp-edged memory and *wrapping* it, smoothing it out and making it easier to live with.... | Death.
Death is the most beautiful thing. The way their arms flail as they run from the inevitable always gives me a rush. The way their face fills with terror as they try to stuff their spilling organs back inside their broken body is always enchanting. The sound of the corpse landing with a dull thud is music to my ... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | A ratty scarf laid crumpled on our bed. Tears coursed through the fabric in hues most would consider 'color,' but begged for argument. Coarse, rough, it looked hard to wear, let alone see.
It was a wonder Scott wore that thing. One small section even had crusted mucus still on it, likely from a few days ago when we w... | Death.
Death is the most beautiful thing. The way their arms flail as they run from the inevitable always gives me a rush. The way their face fills with terror as they try to stuff their spilling organs back inside their broken body is always enchanting. The sound of the corpse landing with a dull thud is music to my ... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | Writers are like oysters.
Consider this: a writer writes a story like an oyster makes a pearl - takes an irritating bit and wraps it, layer by layer, in iridescent secretions.
That is the act of writing a story - of taking some sharp-edged memory and *wrapping* it, smoothing it out and making it easier to live with.... | I didn't think she was beautiful at first, when she asked me out.
We were both just kids and she was plain. She fully admits it. You know how there's this concept that if you ask everyone how attractive they think they are, almost everyone says 'above average', and how that means nothing because it destroys the whole... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | Writers are like oysters.
Consider this: a writer writes a story like an oyster makes a pearl - takes an irritating bit and wraps it, layer by layer, in iridescent secretions.
That is the act of writing a story - of taking some sharp-edged memory and *wrapping* it, smoothing it out and making it easier to live with.... | Spreading manure has always been the least glamorous job on the farm. It really doesn’t even need an explanation; you spend your entire day loading, hauling, and slinging good old poop. This job is a necessary evil for every livestock producer, however. You can ignore it all you want, but that doesn’t change the consta... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | Writers are like oysters.
Consider this: a writer writes a story like an oyster makes a pearl - takes an irritating bit and wraps it, layer by layer, in iridescent secretions.
That is the act of writing a story - of taking some sharp-edged memory and *wrapping* it, smoothing it out and making it easier to live with.... | The easel before her sat blank and untouched, crumpled drafts discarded about the room, stained with the flowing red. She gingerly moved the flowing blonde locks off his brow, revealing the deep blue eyes open wide in a mix of agony and shock. He was naked from the waist up, his belly sliced open from navel to sternum ... | |
[WP] Write about something that is disgusting or ugly in such a way that it becomes something beautiful--without using the 'beautiful inside' cliche. | A canopy tarantula is an intricate, beautiful machine of almost unfathomable complexity. If you ever find yourself staring one in the face, stand extremely still and try to enjoy the view. Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to run. The tarantula weighs two thousand pounds, which, last time we checked, is signific... | The easel before her sat blank and untouched, crumpled drafts discarded about the room, stained with the flowing red. She gingerly moved the flowing blonde locks off his brow, revealing the deep blue eyes open wide in a mix of agony and shock. He was naked from the waist up, his belly sliced open from navel to sternum ... |
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