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[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "What do you remember of your old life?", asked a somber voice. It came from behind, you thought, but the chamber echoed such that you weren't entirely sure. In any case, you could not see the voice's owner. In fact, you couldn't see anything. It was pitch black.
"Not much," you reply, "some blurs of color and sound. ... | I honestly didn't know what to say. I mean its awful knowing that someday someone will judge my life. And so I was kind. I chose it exclusively to the extent that I let go of the murders he had committed and all the crimes against humanity that he had accomplished. It seemed wrong but in many ways it seemed right. I wo... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | The movie, or whatever it was, finally ended.
A voice boomed into my mind. **You'll have a some time to think about it. If there are any parts you want to rewatch, feel free to do so.**
I didn't respond. I'd never been able to talk to whatever that was.
So does she belong in heaven or in hell? Or should she be reinc... | I honestly didn't know what to say. I mean its awful knowing that someday someone will judge my life. And so I was kind. I chose it exclusively to the extent that I let go of the murders he had committed and all the crimes against humanity that he had accomplished. It seemed wrong but in many ways it seemed right. I wo... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Heaven."
"Are you sure? Didn't you see all the terrible things he did?"
"You mean awesome things? Did you see that explosion when he blew up the orphanage? It was amazing!"
"What about all the poor orphans?"
"I don't care about them. I barely saw them."
"Don't you think hell is cool? With all the lava and brimsto... | I honestly didn't know what to say. I mean its awful knowing that someday someone will judge my life. And so I was kind. I chose it exclusively to the extent that I let go of the murders he had committed and all the crimes against humanity that he had accomplished. It seemed wrong but in many ways it seemed right. I wo... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "So, this is the afterlife?" I was a little confused. When you think of life after death, you think of pearly gates, angels with wings, white marble, etc. Not a courtroom.
"Well, kind of. You see, before you are assigned to heaven or hell, you are required to watch and judge the life of another" said a man who seemed ... | I honestly didn't know what to say. I mean its awful knowing that someday someone will judge my life. And so I was kind. I chose it exclusively to the extent that I let go of the murders he had committed and all the crimes against humanity that he had accomplished. It seemed wrong but in many ways it seemed right. I wo... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | This prompt reminds me of a book I read. By the same author as the Gone series I believe. Usually I don't take the time to write a story, but I quite like this topic, even if I am pretty late.
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"Who is this?"
"This is a man called Adolf Hitler. We'll have you judge whether they go t... | I honestly didn't know what to say. I mean its awful knowing that someday someone will judge my life. And so I was kind. I chose it exclusively to the extent that I let go of the murders he had committed and all the crimes against humanity that he had accomplished. It seemed wrong but in many ways it seemed right. I wo... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | It's odd watching the expanse of someone's life play out before you. A seemingly endless collection of memories that cycle over and over, floating about like iridescent bubbles moving pictures on them. You can touch one and the memory unfolds, spanning into a flat surface, simply hovering in the air a few feet above wh... | I honestly didn't know what to say. I mean its awful knowing that someday someone will judge my life. And so I was kind. I chose it exclusively to the extent that I let go of the murders he had committed and all the crimes against humanity that he had accomplished. It seemed wrong but in many ways it seemed right. I wo... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | America was in mourning. The greatest President who had ever lived had passed away far too soon. Tragically, he had suffered a heart attack barely a year into his first term.
In just that short time, he had accomplished so much, and inspired so many young people all around the world. America was great once again, all... | I honestly didn't know what to say. I mean its awful knowing that someday someone will judge my life. And so I was kind. I chose it exclusively to the extent that I let go of the murders he had committed and all the crimes against humanity that he had accomplished. It seemed wrong but in many ways it seemed right. I wo... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Oh. My. God." I said, then looked up. "err, sorry. But this is so boring. I mean look all he does is sit there. He doesn't even do anything. Sometimes he yell at that computer, but he doesn't do anything else. Oh wait, here comes my favorite part. Look he's going to work. It's the same thing, but at a different place.... | A flash. A childhood in the slums of Old Terra. No mother, no father. A brother who takes care of him, when he can. But they pick through the detritus of the upper world, and it's not enough. The good days there are laughs and smiles, the muck and grime broken by a flash of smiling white teeth as the Youth goes to the ... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "What do you remember of your old life?", asked a somber voice. It came from behind, you thought, but the chamber echoed such that you weren't entirely sure. In any case, you could not see the voice's owner. In fact, you couldn't see anything. It was pitch black.
"Not much," you reply, "some blurs of color and sound. ... | A flash. A childhood in the slums of Old Terra. No mother, no father. A brother who takes care of him, when he can. But they pick through the detritus of the upper world, and it's not enough. The good days there are laughs and smiles, the muck and grime broken by a flash of smiling white teeth as the Youth goes to the ... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | The movie, or whatever it was, finally ended.
A voice boomed into my mind. **You'll have a some time to think about it. If there are any parts you want to rewatch, feel free to do so.**
I didn't respond. I'd never been able to talk to whatever that was.
So does she belong in heaven or in hell? Or should she be reinc... | A flash. A childhood in the slums of Old Terra. No mother, no father. A brother who takes care of him, when he can. But they pick through the detritus of the upper world, and it's not enough. The good days there are laughs and smiles, the muck and grime broken by a flash of smiling white teeth as the Youth goes to the ... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Heaven."
"Are you sure? Didn't you see all the terrible things he did?"
"You mean awesome things? Did you see that explosion when he blew up the orphanage? It was amazing!"
"What about all the poor orphans?"
"I don't care about them. I barely saw them."
"Don't you think hell is cool? With all the lava and brimsto... | A flash. A childhood in the slums of Old Terra. No mother, no father. A brother who takes care of him, when he can. But they pick through the detritus of the upper world, and it's not enough. The good days there are laughs and smiles, the muck and grime broken by a flash of smiling white teeth as the Youth goes to the ... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "So, this is the afterlife?" I was a little confused. When you think of life after death, you think of pearly gates, angels with wings, white marble, etc. Not a courtroom.
"Well, kind of. You see, before you are assigned to heaven or hell, you are required to watch and judge the life of another" said a man who seemed ... | A flash. A childhood in the slums of Old Terra. No mother, no father. A brother who takes care of him, when he can. But they pick through the detritus of the upper world, and it's not enough. The good days there are laughs and smiles, the muck and grime broken by a flash of smiling white teeth as the Youth goes to the ... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Oh. My. God." I said, then looked up. "err, sorry. But this is so boring. I mean look all he does is sit there. He doesn't even do anything. Sometimes he yell at that computer, but he doesn't do anything else. Oh wait, here comes my favorite part. Look he's going to work. It's the same thing, but at a different place.... | "I cannot."
the man calmly responded: "You Must. Every soul must go where it deserves to be and the Evil of this life is plain to see".
Upon the plain white wall an image resolved; a young man beating a boy viciously, breaking teeth and bone and spirit. not once, but many times, clothes, hair and places changing but... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "What do you remember of your old life?", asked a somber voice. It came from behind, you thought, but the chamber echoed such that you weren't entirely sure. In any case, you could not see the voice's owner. In fact, you couldn't see anything. It was pitch black.
"Not much," you reply, "some blurs of color and sound. ... | "I cannot."
the man calmly responded: "You Must. Every soul must go where it deserves to be and the Evil of this life is plain to see".
Upon the plain white wall an image resolved; a young man beating a boy viciously, breaking teeth and bone and spirit. not once, but many times, clothes, hair and places changing but... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | The movie, or whatever it was, finally ended.
A voice boomed into my mind. **You'll have a some time to think about it. If there are any parts you want to rewatch, feel free to do so.**
I didn't respond. I'd never been able to talk to whatever that was.
So does she belong in heaven or in hell? Or should she be reinc... | "I cannot."
the man calmly responded: "You Must. Every soul must go where it deserves to be and the Evil of this life is plain to see".
Upon the plain white wall an image resolved; a young man beating a boy viciously, breaking teeth and bone and spirit. not once, but many times, clothes, hair and places changing but... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Heaven."
"Are you sure? Didn't you see all the terrible things he did?"
"You mean awesome things? Did you see that explosion when he blew up the orphanage? It was amazing!"
"What about all the poor orphans?"
"I don't care about them. I barely saw them."
"Don't you think hell is cool? With all the lava and brimsto... | "I cannot."
the man calmly responded: "You Must. Every soul must go where it deserves to be and the Evil of this life is plain to see".
Upon the plain white wall an image resolved; a young man beating a boy viciously, breaking teeth and bone and spirit. not once, but many times, clothes, hair and places changing but... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Oh. My. God." I said, then looked up. "err, sorry. But this is so boring. I mean look all he does is sit there. He doesn't even do anything. Sometimes he yell at that computer, but he doesn't do anything else. Oh wait, here comes my favorite part. Look he's going to work. It's the same thing, but at a different place.... | Step by step in another's eyes
Every handshake, every kiss
From three to sixty-three
Lurking, lusting, loving
Families built and ruined
A helping hand in the dark
Unnoticed sacrifice
Every hour, every day
Step by step in another's eyes
Nirvana or Samsara
One mind to decide
A word whispered
A fate for yourse... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "What do you remember of your old life?", asked a somber voice. It came from behind, you thought, but the chamber echoed such that you weren't entirely sure. In any case, you could not see the voice's owner. In fact, you couldn't see anything. It was pitch black.
"Not much," you reply, "some blurs of color and sound. ... | Step by step in another's eyes
Every handshake, every kiss
From three to sixty-three
Lurking, lusting, loving
Families built and ruined
A helping hand in the dark
Unnoticed sacrifice
Every hour, every day
Step by step in another's eyes
Nirvana or Samsara
One mind to decide
A word whispered
A fate for yourse... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Heaven."
"Are you sure? Didn't you see all the terrible things he did?"
"You mean awesome things? Did you see that explosion when he blew up the orphanage? It was amazing!"
"What about all the poor orphans?"
"I don't care about them. I barely saw them."
"Don't you think hell is cool? With all the lava and brimsto... | Step by step in another's eyes
Every handshake, every kiss
From three to sixty-three
Lurking, lusting, loving
Families built and ruined
A helping hand in the dark
Unnoticed sacrifice
Every hour, every day
Step by step in another's eyes
Nirvana or Samsara
One mind to decide
A word whispered
A fate for yourse... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "What do you remember of your old life?", asked a somber voice. It came from behind, you thought, but the chamber echoed such that you weren't entirely sure. In any case, you could not see the voice's owner. In fact, you couldn't see anything. It was pitch black.
"Not much," you reply, "some blurs of color and sound. ... | "Oh. My. God." I said, then looked up. "err, sorry. But this is so boring. I mean look all he does is sit there. He doesn't even do anything. Sometimes he yell at that computer, but he doesn't do anything else. Oh wait, here comes my favorite part. Look he's going to work. It's the same thing, but at a different place.... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Heaven."
"Are you sure? Didn't you see all the terrible things he did?"
"You mean awesome things? Did you see that explosion when he blew up the orphanage? It was amazing!"
"What about all the poor orphans?"
"I don't care about them. I barely saw them."
"Don't you think hell is cool? With all the lava and brimsto... | "Oh. My. God." I said, then looked up. "err, sorry. But this is so boring. I mean look all he does is sit there. He doesn't even do anything. Sometimes he yell at that computer, but he doesn't do anything else. Oh wait, here comes my favorite part. Look he's going to work. It's the same thing, but at a different place.... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Heaven."
"Are you sure? Didn't you see all the terrible things he did?"
"You mean awesome things? Did you see that explosion when he blew up the orphanage? It was amazing!"
"What about all the poor orphans?"
"I don't care about them. I barely saw them."
"Don't you think hell is cool? With all the lava and brimsto... | The movie, or whatever it was, finally ended.
A voice boomed into my mind. **You'll have a some time to think about it. If there are any parts you want to rewatch, feel free to do so.**
I didn't respond. I'd never been able to talk to whatever that was.
So does she belong in heaven or in hell? Or should she be reinc... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | It's odd watching the expanse of someone's life play out before you. A seemingly endless collection of memories that cycle over and over, floating about like iridescent bubbles moving pictures on them. You can touch one and the memory unfolds, spanning into a flat surface, simply hovering in the air a few feet above wh... | In anger the fire swore at me. Foaming at the mouth,it lapped up the darkness of the room.
A man of average height entered the room and immediately flipped on a light switch by the door.
The room became cold, sterile, and revealed a layout resembling that of a doctors office. No fireplace, no ash, nor char was visible ... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | America was in mourning. The greatest President who had ever lived had passed away far too soon. Tragically, he had suffered a heart attack barely a year into his first term.
In just that short time, he had accomplished so much, and inspired so many young people all around the world. America was great once again, all... | In anger the fire swore at me. Foaming at the mouth,it lapped up the darkness of the room.
A man of average height entered the room and immediately flipped on a light switch by the door.
The room became cold, sterile, and revealed a layout resembling that of a doctors office. No fireplace, no ash, nor char was visible ... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Ok. Just sit down and watch."
"Watch what?" I asked.
"Just watch, I want to know your opinion of this person."
"Fine." The screen flickers with a white flash and then shows darkness. "Um sir, I think this is broken."
"Hmm. It says here that the video length is about 2 seconds. Oddly short even if we show only the ... | In anger the fire swore at me. Foaming at the mouth,it lapped up the darkness of the room.
A man of average height entered the room and immediately flipped on a light switch by the door.
The room became cold, sterile, and revealed a layout resembling that of a doctors office. No fireplace, no ash, nor char was visible ... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | It's odd watching the expanse of someone's life play out before you. A seemingly endless collection of memories that cycle over and over, floating about like iridescent bubbles moving pictures on them. You can touch one and the memory unfolds, spanning into a flat surface, simply hovering in the air a few feet above wh... | I sat in a pitch dark room where the only thing I was sure of was my heavy breathing. Oddly enough I didn't feel threatened of the unknown, I felt at ease. This was the miracle of death, peaceful despite the strange and cold hard circumstances.
A white screen appeared before me and a pre-recorded voiceover of a woman... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | America was in mourning. The greatest President who had ever lived had passed away far too soon. Tragically, he had suffered a heart attack barely a year into his first term.
In just that short time, he had accomplished so much, and inspired so many young people all around the world. America was great once again, all... | I sat in a pitch dark room where the only thing I was sure of was my heavy breathing. Oddly enough I didn't feel threatened of the unknown, I felt at ease. This was the miracle of death, peaceful despite the strange and cold hard circumstances.
A white screen appeared before me and a pre-recorded voiceover of a woman... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Ok. Just sit down and watch."
"Watch what?" I asked.
"Just watch, I want to know your opinion of this person."
"Fine." The screen flickers with a white flash and then shows darkness. "Um sir, I think this is broken."
"Hmm. It says here that the video length is about 2 seconds. Oddly short even if we show only the ... | I sat in a pitch dark room where the only thing I was sure of was my heavy breathing. Oddly enough I didn't feel threatened of the unknown, I felt at ease. This was the miracle of death, peaceful despite the strange and cold hard circumstances.
A white screen appeared before me and a pre-recorded voiceover of a woman... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | The weird thing about Limbo was that nobody remembers themselves. I assumed we all still looked like ourselves, because everyone looked different, diverse and yet everyone's behavior seemed to perfectly match their appearance. The young were scared or confused. The old were preachy or reticent. The 18-30 year olds stil... | I sat in a pitch dark room where the only thing I was sure of was my heavy breathing. Oddly enough I didn't feel threatened of the unknown, I felt at ease. This was the miracle of death, peaceful despite the strange and cold hard circumstances.
A white screen appeared before me and a pre-recorded voiceover of a woman... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Ok. Just sit down and watch."
"Watch what?" I asked.
"Just watch, I want to know your opinion of this person."
"Fine." The screen flickers with a white flash and then shows darkness. "Um sir, I think this is broken."
"Hmm. It says here that the video length is about 2 seconds. Oddly short even if we show only the ... | "Okay, so I just sit in this chair and judge a life?" I asked.
"Yeah, and lucky for you this life died young. Are you ready?"
"Yeah I'm ready... Wow, a VCR. Haven't seen those in a while. Why don't y'all upgrade?"
"Budget cuts. So just put your thoughts into this video and place this person where you really think... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "Well sir?" The being of pure light asked "have you made a choice?"
"Yes" I answered slowly, but then angrily "he's a phony, a fraud, he used his religion, his so-called ministry to look good to his family and friends, but his selfishness and laziness caused so much more harm then good"
"He didn't earn a single th... | "Okay, so I just sit in this chair and judge a life?" I asked.
"Yeah, and lucky for you this life died young. Are you ready?"
"Yeah I'm ready... Wow, a VCR. Haven't seen those in a while. Why don't y'all upgrade?"
"Budget cuts. So just put your thoughts into this video and place this person where you really think... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | The weird thing about Limbo was that nobody remembers themselves. I assumed we all still looked like ourselves, because everyone looked different, diverse and yet everyone's behavior seemed to perfectly match their appearance. The young were scared or confused. The old were preachy or reticent. The 18-30 year olds stil... | "Okay, so I just sit in this chair and judge a life?" I asked.
"Yeah, and lucky for you this life died young. Are you ready?"
"Yeah I'm ready... Wow, a VCR. Haven't seen those in a while. Why don't y'all upgrade?"
"Budget cuts. So just put your thoughts into this video and place this person where you really think... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | "This seems kind of weird," Kendra was sitting in a reclining leather chair. Behind her were several people in long judge costumes complete with powdered wigs. "I don't know anything about the worth of someone's life or where they should go."
"Never had a religion or a code of ethics?" one of the judges raised an eyeb... | "Okay, so I just sit in this chair and judge a life?" I asked.
"Yeah, and lucky for you this life died young. Are you ready?"
"Yeah I'm ready... Wow, a VCR. Haven't seen those in a while. Why don't y'all upgrade?"
"Budget cuts. So just put your thoughts into this video and place this person where you really think... | |
[WP] You reach the afterlife, but before you find out where you'll end up, you have to watch the entire life of someone and decide where they should go. What you don't know is all of your memories have been wiped and it's your own life you're watching. | The weird thing about Limbo was that nobody remembers themselves. I assumed we all still looked like ourselves, because everyone looked different, diverse and yet everyone's behavior seemed to perfectly match their appearance. The young were scared or confused. The old were preachy or reticent. The 18-30 year olds stil... | "Well sir?" The being of pure light asked "have you made a choice?"
"Yes" I answered slowly, but then angrily "he's a phony, a fraud, he used his religion, his so-called ministry to look good to his family and friends, but his selfishness and laziness caused so much more harm then good"
"He didn't earn a single th... | |
[WP] A closeted teen is forced into participating in track during high school. While the rest of the class looks on and laughs at the teens posture with their hands in their pockets, the laughs are quickly silenced at the sound of the gun. | The laughter... the laughter tore into me. The laughter at how I was standing. At how I looked.
While the other racers were in the beginners stance. I stood with my arms crossed.
I never wanted to be here. I never wanted to be on this team. Honestly I'm not sure why I'm *still* here. My parents relented and allowed ... | They all thought there were so much better than me. Handsomer, Smarter, Richer, Happier.
And they weren't wrong. That's what fucking got to me, the fact that they were right to fucking laugh at me. Fuck, if I were in their position I would laugh at the goddamn ugly bastard sulking by the starting line.
I would've giv... | |
[WP] A closeted teen is forced into participating in track during high school. While the rest of the class looks on and laughs at the teens posture with their hands in their pockets, the laughs are quickly silenced at the sound of the gun. | The laughter... the laughter tore into me. The laughter at how I was standing. At how I looked.
While the other racers were in the beginners stance. I stood with my arms crossed.
I never wanted to be here. I never wanted to be on this team. Honestly I'm not sure why I'm *still* here. My parents relented and allowed ... | (A/N: Okay so, for some reason I immediately thought of this Madoka Highschool AU where Homura keeps getting shoved onto the track team the second week she's back. So. Yeah, that's what I wrote. You can just scroll past this if you're not interested, I won't mind. I did this primarily for my 750 words challenge, so.)
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Numerous people are gathered round, watching your dance. Your life is brief; when you are killed by a strong breath, the people break out in cheer.
How do you spend your life, and what are your thoughts? | [WP] You are born into this world as a flame, dancing atop a candle on someone's birthday cake. | So there i was, having my final breath as this little kid was beeing taught that he should take my existence away with one his firsts. Cute kid, had no fault on what was about to happen. They didn't even sing the birthday song right so i could have a proper funeral, it was pretty awkward if you ask me. In the end, does... | 'Ow... fuck!' I thought, and then possibly at the same time, but possibly after I remember thinking something like 'it's hot'. My recollections seem to follow a strange trajectory, a swirling and fading collection of thoughts and ineffable experiences.
I think 'ow fuck' was probably first, or maybe last, but it can't ... |
Numerous people are gathered round, watching your dance. Your life is brief; when you are killed by a strong breath, the people break out in cheer.
How do you spend your life, and what are your thoughts? | [WP] You are born into this world as a flame, dancing atop a candle on someone's birthday cake. | *The Life of a Flame*
I remember what it felt like to be born.
To come into existence, when before I had not. It was like gasping for air and finding oxygen all around you, wondering how you had held your breath for so long before.
I remember growing quickly as I found that air. Always hungry, always eating. I co... | 'Ow... fuck!' I thought, and then possibly at the same time, but possibly after I remember thinking something like 'it's hot'. My recollections seem to follow a strange trajectory, a swirling and fading collection of thoughts and ineffable experiences.
I think 'ow fuck' was probably first, or maybe last, but it can't ... |
Numerous people are gathered round, watching your dance. Your life is brief; when you are killed by a strong breath, the people break out in cheer.
How do you spend your life, and what are your thoughts? | [WP] You are born into this world as a flame, dancing atop a candle on someone's birthday cake. | So there i was, having my final breath as this little kid was beeing taught that he should take my existence away with one his firsts. Cute kid, had no fault on what was about to happen. They didn't even sing the birthday song right so i could have a proper funeral, it was pretty awkward if you ask me. In the end, does... | I am born small and feeble, but I am quick to catch on and hold fast to that which will give me purchase. An oil? Yes I can use this. I breathe in, stand upright and see 4 others next to me, little soldiers in a row.
Is a life any better for being beautiful? Is it worth more than those who suffered hard births, lived... |
Numerous people are gathered round, watching your dance. Your life is brief; when you are killed by a strong breath, the people break out in cheer.
How do you spend your life, and what are your thoughts? | [WP] You are born into this world as a flame, dancing atop a candle on someone's birthday cake. | *The Life of a Flame*
I remember what it felt like to be born.
To come into existence, when before I had not. It was like gasping for air and finding oxygen all around you, wondering how you had held your breath for so long before.
I remember growing quickly as I found that air. Always hungry, always eating. I co... | Alone atop a stage in the shape of the number six
A flick of the hips, a clap of the hands
Spin, flip, kick, shimmy and shake
I danced to my own beat before the discorded voices sounded out
A woman started them with her small voice, quickly followed by a roar of melancholy
'Happy Birthday..' they all sang with t... |
Numerous people are gathered round, watching your dance. Your life is brief; when you are killed by a strong breath, the people break out in cheer.
How do you spend your life, and what are your thoughts? | [WP] You are born into this world as a flame, dancing atop a candle on someone's birthday cake. | *The Life of a Flame*
I remember what it felt like to be born.
To come into existence, when before I had not. It was like gasping for air and finding oxygen all around you, wondering how you had held your breath for so long before.
I remember growing quickly as I found that air. Always hungry, always eating. I co... | I'm alive!
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive!
I want to be more alive!
I want to dance!
I want to dance forever!
I'm...consuming something.
I'm consuming wick...and oxygen.
Why do I need to consume?
I'm also creating something...light and heat.
Is this my purpose, to use something up in order to make something new?
I'm... |
Numerous people are gathered round, watching your dance. Your life is brief; when you are killed by a strong breath, the people break out in cheer.
How do you spend your life, and what are your thoughts? | [WP] You are born into this world as a flame, dancing atop a candle on someone's birthday cake. | *The Life of a Flame*
I remember what it felt like to be born.
To come into existence, when before I had not. It was like gasping for air and finding oxygen all around you, wondering how you had held your breath for so long before.
I remember growing quickly as I found that air. Always hungry, always eating. I co... | *Are you ready?*
It looked out onto the world. Well, look is a funny word because the flame had no eyes. The flame simply was, without much question of *how* it had become or *what* it would do. It was just flame. The flame danced. It illuminated the white snow below it, shining on top of its wax tower as it reached o... |
Numerous people are gathered round, watching your dance. Your life is brief; when you are killed by a strong breath, the people break out in cheer.
How do you spend your life, and what are your thoughts? | [WP] You are born into this world as a flame, dancing atop a candle on someone's birthday cake. | Illumination. That's what I am. When I entered into this world, there was nothing but darkness; cold and lonely, it seeped into every nook and cranny. Every crevice was nothing but the black unknown, spreading as far as it could. That's where I came in; I saved them, my dance of warmth and light atop a wax figure-eight... | *Are you ready?*
It looked out onto the world. Well, look is a funny word because the flame had no eyes. The flame simply was, without much question of *how* it had become or *what* it would do. It was just flame. The flame danced. It illuminated the white snow below it, shining on top of its wax tower as it reached o... |
[WP] Reddit karma works exactly like mana in real life, the more you have of it allows increasingly greater spells and abilities you can wield. But nobody considered what the greatest negative karma holders might be able to do... | "Whoah. You're here too???" the squeaky voiced teen said as he hands me my order. "Where else would I be?" I replied as I grab the /r/Chimichangas and left. Peeling the wrapper, I bit down into the hot gooey inside and pull my mask back as I walk away from the chimichanga stand.
It's been a few days since the wizards... | Part 1
Amazing to think that it all started in a community of electronic signals sent through cables about 26,000 years ago. To think that a “website” would change to course of human evolution seems absurd, but we’re living proof. Back then karma was nothing more than a vote you got for saying something that the Reddi... | |
[WP] He is just a man. He will fall. You’ll make sure of that. | Isabela stood looking through the window of her office.
"But I can't, he is my boss, I cannot work against him behind his back"
Johnny approaches Isabela, and puts his hand on her shoulder
"You can do this Isabela, I worked hard for this information, you just need to make sure it gets to the right hands."
Isabela turns... | "He is just a man.", Dr. Wily stated nonchalantly.
"He is the second son of Light, Dr. Wily. We are afraid.", replied Air Man.
"Have I not made you strong? Have I not made you quick?"
Swiftly, Quick Man raised his arm. "Um, yes. You made me, Quick Man. I'm pretty sure I'm the fastest man ever built, Dr. Wily, b... | |
[WP] He is just a man. He will fall. You’ll make sure of that. | Man-made. So much destruction in such a short phrase. The castle explodes with steam every half hour, the dense clouds of black like dark omens as they dissipate amongst the soft greens of the forest floor. Her forest. The girl detangles her arm from the tree trunk carefully, the vines surrendering at her request befor... | "He is just a man.", Dr. Wily stated nonchalantly.
"He is the second son of Light, Dr. Wily. We are afraid.", replied Air Man.
"Have I not made you strong? Have I not made you quick?"
Swiftly, Quick Man raised his arm. "Um, yes. You made me, Quick Man. I'm pretty sure I'm the fastest man ever built, Dr. Wily, b... | |
[WP] You’re a retired pro-gamer. One morning you wake up to find that you can perform all of the abilities and skills from that game in real life. | I'd had enough, I was done. How much can one man take? Sure I could have joined the army, I could have risen high, risen fast. "Be all you can be", isn't that the trite chiché they jot out at every available opportunity?
It was sickening, it really was. I sat at home and watched on CNN, night vision footage of foolish... | "Fuck dude, where did I get these pistols?"
Michael looked at the two ancient pistols on his computer desk in confusion. He recognized them as replicas of Lucian's pistols from League, but he had no idea where they'd come from, let alone if he'd bought them.
"Jared's trolling the fuck outta me I know it..."
Michae... | |
[WP] You’re a retired pro-gamer. One morning you wake up to find that you can perform all of the abilities and skills from that game in real life. | Quiet music played, while the crowd waited for the pastor to finish his speech. After he had finished, several men and women stood up and told their own experiences with Mark. He was a good man. Some people mentioned his uprightness or how he was someone you could trust without borders. He was a good friend. A bit cyni... | "Fuck dude, where did I get these pistols?"
Michael looked at the two ancient pistols on his computer desk in confusion. He recognized them as replicas of Lucian's pistols from League, but he had no idea where they'd come from, let alone if he'd bought them.
"Jared's trolling the fuck outta me I know it..."
Michae... | |
[WP] You’re a retired pro-gamer. One morning you wake up to find that you can perform all of the abilities and skills from that game in real life. | I was wrong. So wrong. So incredibly wrong. It wasn't a lucid dream, it wasn't the new prescription my psychiatrist just gave me, it was real, ALL OF IT. The explosions, the totalled property, the mangled corpses of innocent bystanders… I've given up all hope for redemption or the release of a sweet death. I'm no longe... | HEADSHOT
“What the FUCK was that?”
DOUBLE KILL
The voice seemed to come out of the sky. I looked over the RPG on my shoulder at Briggs who was scanning the adjacent building’s rooftop through the sites of his M4.
MUHMUHMUH MONSTER KILL KILL KILL kill kill
“It’s fucking Daryl again. He must be spawn camping the ene... | |
[WP] A group of teens find a map that will lead them to friendship, only to find out that the real treasure is hidden pirate gold. | Mikey and his friends have always wanted to go on an adventure. One night they are all in Mikey's attic and Mikey stumbles across an old map. Mikey has always wanted to know if One-eyed Willy ever was a real person and now he might. They set off and later realize that they have to go through the evil Mama Fratelli's re... | "Later, losers! I'm gonna go buy some good-looking friends!"
With that declaration, Jimmy scooped up as many Doubloons as he could into his t-shirt, and jingled quickly away into the sunset.
The End. | |
[WP] A group of teens find a map that will lead them to friendship, only to find out that the real treasure is hidden pirate gold. | Mikey and his friends have always wanted to go on an adventure. One night they are all in Mikey's attic and Mikey stumbles across an old map. Mikey has always wanted to know if One-eyed Willy ever was a real person and now he might. They set off and later realize that they have to go through the evil Mama Fratelli's re... | I'll TLDR a story without actually writing one.
Friends aren't getting along, stranger gives them a map to friendship. On the journey everyone becomes friends again, even best friends. Find treasure is pirate gold. Everyone betrays one another in a bloodbath of greed. One boy survives, takes and hides treasure, and m... | |
[WP] A group of teens find a map that will lead them to friendship, only to find out that the real treasure is hidden pirate gold. | Mikey and his friends have always wanted to go on an adventure. One night they are all in Mikey's attic and Mikey stumbles across an old map. Mikey has always wanted to know if One-eyed Willy ever was a real person and now he might. They set off and later realize that they have to go through the evil Mama Fratelli's re... | "What kind of horse crap is this?" Otis was furious, cooked lobster red with a side of parsley. It would have been adorable if he wasn't on the verge of snapping. He was at the bottom of the hole, shovel laying on it's side.
*All is for naught.*
A single message to end the entire journey. A chest of gold with a... | |
[WP] A group of teens find a map that will lead them to friendship, only to find out that the real treasure is hidden pirate gold. | "So it was never friendship in the first place," Michael muttered glumly, and let the gold doubloons slip from between his fingers to clink musically back onto the pile.
"Yeah it's not friendship!" Brad said, thrusting his arms elbow-deep into the pile of gold. "It's way better, man! I thought you were being corny as... | The massive chamber opened up wide and hungry before the three children. The glow of their single torch did little to keep the darkness at bay. The cavern walls spread out of sight in either direction. The room was a void and the only sound from the vantablack dark was the quiet whistling of subterranean winds. Nathan,... | |
[WP] A group of teens find a map that will lead them to friendship, only to find out that the real treasure is hidden pirate gold. | "Well, that can't be right," Sam said, staring at the rusty, open chest in front of them. It was filled to the brim with gold coins. "Hailey, check the map again."
"Says 'friendship' right here," she said, brushing a curly blonde lock out of her eyes as she studied the wrinkled piece of paper.
Martin snorted as he fi... | "It's just like in the movies! A treasure map, and X marks the spot!" I said excitedly showing my small group of friends the yellowed piece of paper.
"Where did you get it?" John asked.
"My Grandfather's chest in the attic. My parents said he was a great treasure hunter."
"Not that great if he never found the tre... | |
[WP] "Don't Pray. Whatever the fuck you do, DO NOT PRAY. Because the ones that are listening, you do NOT want them to answer." | You won't have heard of Aspaca , California unless you grew up in the area. A collection of ramshackle old buildings dating back from the gold rush that never even became a tourist attraction in the aftermath, just one old town left to go to ruin under the blazing sun. Even the locals don't think of it apart from tell... | Jessica was desperate, so desperate that she almost did it; she almost prayed to them, the ones that killed her brother, that caused her such pain. She knew she could do it, she could ask and they would comply. She would be safe and in a good place, out of this hell-scape, out of this war-zone. But then, then she would... | |
[WP] "Don't Pray. Whatever the fuck you do, DO NOT PRAY. Because the ones that are listening, you do NOT want them to answer." | "So how far are we exactly? How deep are we?"
**"I would say halfway to the core, maybe 2000 miles give or take."**
"How long until we start seeing, you know... those things?"
**"Dammit, is this your first journey to the core? DeepEarth is supposed to tell you these things."**
"Pardon, I was unable to attend the la... | Jessica was desperate, so desperate that she almost did it; she almost prayed to them, the ones that killed her brother, that caused her such pain. She knew she could do it, she could ask and they would comply. She would be safe and in a good place, out of this hell-scape, out of this war-zone. But then, then she would... | |
[WP] Retell a famous Bible Story, but in modern times, with today's understanding of science and logic. | **Luke 7, Contemporary Conservative Codification and Values Version (CCCVV)**
*Voted best Biblical translation in the South!*
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**The Moral Depravity of the Centurion**
^1 When Jesus had finished His speech to all of His Children™, He entered Capernaum. ^2 There, a centurion's servant, who his master valued hig... | They had done it. The Artificial minds set down by humanity, now long lost across the seas of time, had contrived of a way to reverse entropy. Spreading their signals across the universe, which they now wholy occupied, they dug up the primary directive that had been implanted in them, all those eons ago.
The Artificia... | |
[WP] The bartender hands you your bill. Half in the bag, you reach for your wallet and instead find a card - "Congratulations you're a new god!". Flipping the card over you read "1-800-NEW-GODS / NewGods.com" Upset, you pull out your cell phone and... | "Alright Jimmy, it's $27.31 tonight, buddy," Richie says.
"Damn, was I here that long? Alright, gimme a second," I reply. I reach into my pocket for my wallet, but feel only a thin sheet of plastic. My credit card? Where's the rest of my wallet? I pull it out.
*Congratulations! You're a new god!*
"What the hell?" I ... | "Hello? Yeah I'm calling to... Uh, I need to find out what happened to my wallet..." 'Your wallet sir? This is New Gods call center, I'm afraid I can't help you.' "Yeah yeah New Gods, I got your card in my pocket, but my wallets gone. Uh... What... What exactly is this or... New God?" 'Well sir, quite simply New Gods i... | |
[deleted] | [WP] "Minority Support", the IT team that knows you will have issues before you have them. | *Server outage!*
A loud ping announced the incoming ticket, nearly startling me right out of my chair. I had been staring, bored, at an old Dilbert comic for the last five minutes. I couldn't even work up the effort to click the "Next Comic" button. Ever since the precogs started predicting tickets ahead of time, t... | I sat in my cubicle chair, mourning my lack of recognition given to me by my superiors and lamenting the lack of lumbar support in the 're-purposed' chair I inherited from Jack in marketing. That slut slept his way to the top, he banged the ugly old office manager in return for a ULINE executive swivel chair with hydra... |
[WP] You are a mouse seeking shelter from torrential rain. You must overcome obstacles like puddles to do so. | Gelinda felt like the world was ending. Every time she took one step, the current swept her back twenty. Her head fell below water, as she desperately tried to push her way forward. She could only pray that Mark and Janice had made it to safety before the tunnel had caved in.
Gelinda didn’t even want to think of the ... | Curse the rain it made it hard to get dry food. A bucket in front tipped over spilling its contents. The farmer's wife had placed it carelessly in her haste to get indoors. She didn't like the child on her back getting wet. The water from the roof had filled it up and the rocks it was on slipped form each other. The wa... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | The ship came hauntingly in the night. A light piercing the cloud covered planet of Fel like a dagger. Cutting deep into the heart of the forest where the makeshift tents of scattered families milled about. Excited whispers passed from family to family.
"He's returned!"
"Come with food! Medicine!"
"We won!"
Fires w... | War is hell
We all knew the mantra, but it was becoming more true every year. War is hell, and our work at the institute was making the demons.
We had started fighting the war with normal, human soldiers. We had lost. We lost almost every man, and most of the women, between 16-30, in the first five years of fighting. ... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | "Eat it," she spat at me, "Or don't. I really don't care."
She threw the slop onto the grass in front of me and looked with distaste at the residue left behind on the bowl in her hands. She'd no doubt have to clean it off herself in a moment, but I was hungry enough that I didn't have any propriety left in me. I sc... | War is hell
We all knew the mantra, but it was becoming more true every year. War is hell, and our work at the institute was making the demons.
We had started fighting the war with normal, human soldiers. We had lost. We lost almost every man, and most of the women, between 16-30, in the first five years of fighting. ... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | "Eat it," she spat at me, "Or don't. I really don't care."
She threw the slop onto the grass in front of me and looked with distaste at the residue left behind on the bowl in her hands. She'd no doubt have to clean it off herself in a moment, but I was hungry enough that I didn't have any propriety left in me. I sc... | Bullets, bombs, and swords. They were all effective. The invasion, as that's what we called it, was deceptively strong, however. Our Admins wielded their expertise, great and small. But the invasion wasn't hordes of independent beings, or even insect-like in caste or organisation. No, this enemy was a cloud. Yes, a lit... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | "Eat it," she spat at me, "Or don't. I really don't care."
She threw the slop onto the grass in front of me and looked with distaste at the residue left behind on the bowl in her hands. She'd no doubt have to clean it off herself in a moment, but I was hungry enough that I didn't have any propriety left in me. I sc... | There was nothing we could see of course, but the ship was coming. This much we knew beyond doubt. And we had already started the party.
The city was alive, and now there were thousands walking past the office. I shared the joy in their hearts and minds. A nervous kind of anticipation though it was. We were like child... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | "Eat it," she spat at me, "Or don't. I really don't care."
She threw the slop onto the grass in front of me and looked with distaste at the residue left behind on the bowl in her hands. She'd no doubt have to clean it off herself in a moment, but I was hungry enough that I didn't have any propriety left in me. I sc... | Tonight, the moon shines so brightly. Just like the last night I saw her, my Rin.
Her father, John McCret, was involved with the military, actually introduced her to the president. He was not a kind man, built like a rhino with a face that was scarred by war and time. I heard he was very reasonable, but he did not sh... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | To put it bluntly, we were backed into a corner when the project was even proposed. We were on our last stand and out of options - genetic mutation was the last desperate bid for survival we had. The Other were the conquistadors of the galaxy and had set their sights on our very lucrative planet. At ten billion and gro... | The thing about fighting a war in space is, a lot of time will go by at home while you're at the front. When the war ravaged we didn't think of winning, we didn't think of the consequences of our actions, we only thought about surviving and protecting our kind at home from the horrors luring out here. ... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | "But I don't understand why it has to be you?" Mary asked him quietly.
"Because I am the only that can lead this expedition." John said trying to comfort her. This was the sixth time they have had this conversation since he had broken the news to her. He would be leading the expedition to Argos.
"We don't know... | The thing about fighting a war in space is, a lot of time will go by at home while you're at the front. When the war ravaged we didn't think of winning, we didn't think of the consequences of our actions, we only thought about surviving and protecting our kind at home from the horrors luring out here. ... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Commander Calhoon kept fiddling with his dress uniform in a futile effort to make it fit around his genetically modified body. He'd sent it in for alteration half a dozen times already, but it still stuck at odd angles on his body, making the whole ensemble look disheveled. He'd do just about anything to get back into ... | The thing about fighting a war in space is, a lot of time will go by at home while you're at the front. When the war ravaged we didn't think of winning, we didn't think of the consequences of our actions, we only thought about surviving and protecting our kind at home from the horrors luring out here. ... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Heroes, we called ourselves, when we had won the war. I looked at my brothers and sisters in the cabin of the craft that would take us to our families again. There were no words; the pensive silence of our voices outweighed the hum of the craft as we ascended. Everyone remained in armour; worn-out colours of the flags ... | The thing about fighting a war in space is, a lot of time will go by at home while you're at the front. When the war ravaged we didn't think of winning, we didn't think of the consequences of our actions, we only thought about surviving and protecting our kind at home from the horrors luring out here. ... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Commander Calhoon kept fiddling with his dress uniform in a futile effort to make it fit around his genetically modified body. He'd sent it in for alteration half a dozen times already, but it still stuck at odd angles on his body, making the whole ensemble look disheveled. He'd do just about anything to get back into ... | "Happy Earth day!"
The front row of the crowd of thousands erupted in a rolling wave of cheers that visually lurched back as those farthest from the speakers realized it was time to celebrate. Victor Prime, blonde, square jawed, and handsomely outfitted in the camouflage-and-white uniform of Earth's First Sons, looke... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Heroes, we called ourselves, when we had won the war. I looked at my brothers and sisters in the cabin of the craft that would take us to our families again. There were no words; the pensive silence of our voices outweighed the hum of the craft as we ascended. Everyone remained in armour; worn-out colours of the flags ... | "Happy Earth day!"
The front row of the crowd of thousands erupted in a rolling wave of cheers that visually lurched back as those farthest from the speakers realized it was time to celebrate. Victor Prime, blonde, square jawed, and handsomely outfitted in the camouflage-and-white uniform of Earth's First Sons, looke... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Commander Calhoon kept fiddling with his dress uniform in a futile effort to make it fit around his genetically modified body. He'd sent it in for alteration half a dozen times already, but it still stuck at odd angles on his body, making the whole ensemble look disheveled. He'd do just about anything to get back into ... | "What did you do?"
"What we had to."
"Why?"
"Do you not know why? Do you not remember the horrors of the abyss your fathers fled?"
"And you are any better?"
"No. We are much worse. Which is why we won."
"Why now?"
"Because we have won. Because Earth has been finally liberated. You have a home again."
"With you?... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Heroes, we called ourselves, when we had won the war. I looked at my brothers and sisters in the cabin of the craft that would take us to our families again. There were no words; the pensive silence of our voices outweighed the hum of the craft as we ascended. Everyone remained in armour; worn-out colours of the flags ... | "What did you do?"
"What we had to."
"Why?"
"Do you not know why? Do you not remember the horrors of the abyss your fathers fled?"
"And you are any better?"
"No. We are much worse. Which is why we won."
"Why now?"
"Because we have won. Because Earth has been finally liberated. You have a home again."
"With you?... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Commander Calhoon kept fiddling with his dress uniform in a futile effort to make it fit around his genetically modified body. He'd sent it in for alteration half a dozen times already, but it still stuck at odd angles on his body, making the whole ensemble look disheveled. He'd do just about anything to get back into ... | To put it bluntly, we were backed into a corner when the project was even proposed. We were on our last stand and out of options - genetic mutation was the last desperate bid for survival we had. The Other were the conquistadors of the galaxy and had set their sights on our very lucrative planet. At ten billion and gro... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Heroes, we called ourselves, when we had won the war. I looked at my brothers and sisters in the cabin of the craft that would take us to our families again. There were no words; the pensive silence of our voices outweighed the hum of the craft as we ascended. Everyone remained in armour; worn-out colours of the flags ... | To put it bluntly, we were backed into a corner when the project was even proposed. We were on our last stand and out of options - genetic mutation was the last desperate bid for survival we had. The Other were the conquistadors of the galaxy and had set their sights on our very lucrative planet. At ten billion and gro... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Commander Calhoon kept fiddling with his dress uniform in a futile effort to make it fit around his genetically modified body. He'd sent it in for alteration half a dozen times already, but it still stuck at odd angles on his body, making the whole ensemble look disheveled. He'd do just about anything to get back into ... | "But I don't understand why it has to be you?" Mary asked him quietly.
"Because I am the only that can lead this expedition." John said trying to comfort her. This was the sixth time they have had this conversation since he had broken the news to her. He would be leading the expedition to Argos.
"We don't know... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Heroes, we called ourselves, when we had won the war. I looked at my brothers and sisters in the cabin of the craft that would take us to our families again. There were no words; the pensive silence of our voices outweighed the hum of the craft as we ascended. Everyone remained in armour; worn-out colours of the flags ... | "But I don't understand why it has to be you?" Mary asked him quietly.
"Because I am the only that can lead this expedition." John said trying to comfort her. This was the sixth time they have had this conversation since he had broken the news to her. He would be leading the expedition to Argos.
"We don't know... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Heroes, we called ourselves, when we had won the war. I looked at my brothers and sisters in the cabin of the craft that would take us to our families again. There were no words; the pensive silence of our voices outweighed the hum of the craft as we ascended. Everyone remained in armour; worn-out colours of the flags ... | Commander Calhoon kept fiddling with his dress uniform in a futile effort to make it fit around his genetically modified body. He'd sent it in for alteration half a dozen times already, but it still stuck at odd angles on his body, making the whole ensemble look disheveled. He'd do just about anything to get back into ... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Heroes, we called ourselves, when we had won the war. I looked at my brothers and sisters in the cabin of the craft that would take us to our families again. There were no words; the pensive silence of our voices outweighed the hum of the craft as we ascended. Everyone remained in armour; worn-out colours of the flags ... | [Strayed a bit, my bad. Hopefully it's still good.]
Beast. Monster. Demon. All these names and more are attributed to those who saved us. No one knows the truth, and, even if it's better that way, I must change that.
Today, I break the silence. I was a leading scientist in the Exgenesis Project. We were working with ... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | "Photon Eagle Four to Base, coming in hot. Advise," CPT Detriech was screaming into his radio. It would be hilarious to survive the 1,000 Year War, the rebuild of the space program, and the fifteen year journey to OP Base Delta in the far outskirts of the Castro System just to die upon entry into the atmosphere of ou... | [Strayed a bit, my bad. Hopefully it's still good.]
Beast. Monster. Demon. All these names and more are attributed to those who saved us. No one knows the truth, and, even if it's better that way, I must change that.
Today, I break the silence. I was a leading scientist in the Exgenesis Project. We were working with ... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Heroes, we called ourselves, when we had won the war. I looked at my brothers and sisters in the cabin of the craft that would take us to our families again. There were no words; the pensive silence of our voices outweighed the hum of the craft as we ascended. Everyone remained in armour; worn-out colours of the flags ... | We won. We finally won. At least I think it's still 'we'.. To say we made horrible mistakes during the war would be to easy. Victory had it's price and everybody had to play their part. But are we stil ourselves? During the fighting, the horrors, the bloodshed, we forgot about Eden. We sent humans to that paradise of a... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Humans like to think they know what’s going on around them. We use concepts that fit our understanding as a handle to grasp what is abstract to us. We know how gravity works, but not why it works. However certain things tend to come up that do not align with our thinking, these things we cannot understand. We treat the... | We won. We finally won. At least I think it's still 'we'.. To say we made horrible mistakes during the war would be to easy. Victory had it's price and everybody had to play their part. But are we stil ourselves? During the fighting, the horrors, the bloodshed, we forgot about Eden. We sent humans to that paradise of a... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | "Photon Eagle Four to Base, coming in hot. Advise," CPT Detriech was screaming into his radio. It would be hilarious to survive the 1,000 Year War, the rebuild of the space program, and the fifteen year journey to OP Base Delta in the far outskirts of the Castro System just to die upon entry into the atmosphere of ou... | We won. We finally won. At least I think it's still 'we'.. To say we made horrible mistakes during the war would be to easy. Victory had it's price and everybody had to play their part. But are we stil ourselves? During the fighting, the horrors, the bloodshed, we forgot about Eden. We sent humans to that paradise of a... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | The next month would mark the 78th anniversary of the mass exodus from planet Earth. Just one year before that, they came. These beings from the corner of the Baziniel galaxy. First contact seemed genuinely peaceful as we exchanged gifts and research. Yet their captain was overthrown by a planned mutiny, and the new le... | We won. We finally won. At least I think it's still 'we'.. To say we made horrible mistakes during the war would be to easy. Victory had it's price and everybody had to play their part. But are we stil ourselves? During the fighting, the horrors, the bloodshed, we forgot about Eden. We sent humans to that paradise of a... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | Heroes, we called ourselves, when we had won the war. I looked at my brothers and sisters in the cabin of the craft that would take us to our families again. There were no words; the pensive silence of our voices outweighed the hum of the craft as we ascended. Everyone remained in armour; worn-out colours of the flags ... | *Earth*. The word was a bright blue marble cool under the tongue, the taste of rainwater, a breath of fresh unrecycled air. It was the word poised on every colonist's lips, as the A.R.K.s lifted off from the Mars and moon bases, leaving the self-maintaining structures humming along empty and undisturbed. The war was ov... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | "Photon Eagle Four to Base, coming in hot. Advise," CPT Detriech was screaming into his radio. It would be hilarious to survive the 1,000 Year War, the rebuild of the space program, and the fifteen year journey to OP Base Delta in the far outskirts of the Castro System just to die upon entry into the atmosphere of ou... | *Earth*. The word was a bright blue marble cool under the tongue, the taste of rainwater, a breath of fresh unrecycled air. It was the word poised on every colonist's lips, as the A.R.K.s lifted off from the Mars and moon bases, leaving the self-maintaining structures humming along empty and undisturbed. The war was ov... | |
[WP] In the future Earth is fighting a desperate war against aliens. With no other option, we start to use heavy genetic engineering, effectively making most humans like nightmare monsters. After victory, the unaltered refugees on a secluded planet do not recognize us for humans anymore. | "Photon Eagle Four to Base, coming in hot. Advise," CPT Detriech was screaming into his radio. It would be hilarious to survive the 1,000 Year War, the rebuild of the space program, and the fifteen year journey to OP Base Delta in the far outskirts of the Castro System just to die upon entry into the atmosphere of ou... | Humans like to think they know what’s going on around them. We use concepts that fit our understanding as a handle to grasp what is abstract to us. We know how gravity works, but not why it works. However certain things tend to come up that do not align with our thinking, these things we cannot understand. We treat the... | |
[WP] Write about a boy whose only friend is his shadow. Make a dark/creepy twist on something happening to the boy and his shadow trying to deal with it. | He was too young and naive to know the true danger of the beast. It roared and snapped as its orange fur sparkled under the night sky. I cried out and told him to turn back, but he didn't hear me, he never did. I reached for his legs, desperately trying to pull him back, but the beast pushed me back. I hit the wall but... | It's currently 3:30pm March 1989. I've been Marty's shadow for 6 years now and we've learned so much. There's nothing I loved more than being by his side while we discovered his first loose tooth. Or when we played handball during recess. Where there was light, we were together.
"Hey Marty, come inside for a mome... | |
[WP] Write about a boy whose only friend is his shadow. Make a dark/creepy twist on something happening to the boy and his shadow trying to deal with it. | **~~This is a twenty minute writing sprint.~~ I went over by ten minutes or so! It's okay, I still had fun.**
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"I already know, okay." The boy was practically pouting.
"Damien, please," his mother said.
"Stop it mom." Damien was sitting on the ground. His knees were tightly pressed against his chest. The warmth ... | It's currently 3:30pm March 1989. I've been Marty's shadow for 6 years now and we've learned so much. There's nothing I loved more than being by his side while we discovered his first loose tooth. Or when we played handball during recess. Where there was light, we were together.
"Hey Marty, come inside for a mome... | |
[WP] Write about a boy whose only friend is his shadow. Make a dark/creepy twist on something happening to the boy and his shadow trying to deal with it. | **~~This is a twenty minute writing sprint.~~ I went over by ten minutes or so! It's okay, I still had fun.**
***
"I already know, okay." The boy was practically pouting.
"Damien, please," his mother said.
"Stop it mom." Damien was sitting on the ground. His knees were tightly pressed against his chest. The warmth ... | I've read all your stories (loved them by the way) and thought I'd try one for myself.
When Jack jumped, so did I.
When Jack swung, so did I.
I have been with Jack his whole life, and we were the best of friends. Jack would talk to me about all his problems and I would be there to listen, though I couldn't talk to hi... | |
[WP] "Fake it till you make it" You've just faked your way into the poker world championship finals, yet you still have no idea how to play. | "Thompson folds."
"Oh. Uh, yeah." I snapped back to reality a little bit, just in time to see Forehead's jaw clench. It happened so quickly that I wasn't sure whether it actually happened or if it was part of the daydream I was just having.
The dealer looked at the other people who drummed the table a few times and t... | I peer over my cards at the stony faces around me, my reflection staring back at me from their glasses. "Fake it til you make it son, fake it til you make it", the words still rang in my ears from fifteen years prior. Of course Dad was a drunkard who muttered this motto every time he was pulled over for drinking and dr... | |
[WP] For the first time in american history, the choice "None of the above" appears on every ballot. | "I know how to stop him." I said to the intimidating group of billionaires and politicians watching me. I wiped the sweat off my palms and shakily said, "If you can get me on the ballot, I can beat him."
They looked me up and down as if they were judging a cut of meat. I felt my legs begin to shake as I struggled to r... | Meanwhile in the great California state convention some muttering appears*
"What in the world I didn't think something like this would happen in the first place but, truth be told I am a democrat" The woman said trying to figure out what to do with the ballot
"Do not even bother but, I hate to break it to you uhh...... | |
[WP] The moment you die, you see a screen that has a numeric score and the words GAME OVER. PLAY AGAIN FOR A HIGHER SCORE? PLEASE CHOOSE YES or NO You briefly see a list of names with high scores. | Nothing.
*(What the hell? What happened? Where am I?)*
Nothing.
*(Whoa! Did I really dodge that bullet?)*
Nothing.
*(It WAS shot point blank, though...)*
Nothing.
*(Ah well, I guess I am neo-Neo, dodger of bullets, the chosen-)*
"You have died."
*(...)*
Nothing.
*(Ah, dammit.)*
Nothing.
*(Wait, wh... | The crash itself was quick. Painless. I felt the car veer off the shining road, slick with rainwater, and for those last few moments felt almost like I was watching from some outside perspective. I died instantly after I slammed into the telephone pole.
After, there was black, and a distinct lack of a body. Like the o... | |
[WP] You see someone guide an elderly man into the street, where he is hit by a car and killed. People flock to the scene, but nobody sees the guide. You run into the person again, but he introduces himself as 'Death' itself, and asks you out to coffee. | I smile, nodding in satisfaction at the act of kindness. Too few bother with the niceties these days, anymore. Too much fear and suspicion of even your closest neighbors. And yet a perfect stranger can show such care for a man gnarled and worn by the years.
The younger man leads the elderly gentleman in front of my... | It had all happened so fast. One minute, a nice, well-dressed young gentleman was helping an elderly man cross the street, and the next, the elderly man was lying on the road at an odd angle, blood pouring from his head.
As a crowd gathered around the body like vultures around a dead animal, I slipped past them to fin... | |
[WP] A weary traveler unwittingly checks in to a "time hostel" - a place for time travellers to rest on the cheap. | The man walked towards the receptionist and cleared his throat. He was wearing old, stained but well-cared for clothes and a large backpack. He was covered in brown dust.
"Sorry..." he said.
She raised her head from the magazine and, chewing loudly on a piece of bubblegum drawled "Yes?"
"I would like a bed. I can pa... | "Coffee…" James said as he was entering the adorned entrance filled with the smell of food.
"Hello Mr. Barker." The attendant said appearing in from of James. "Welcome to the time hotel can I help you with something?" She kept smiling in his face for a while until he reacted.
"Ehm, no thank you. I know everything is... | |
[WP] Hell is just as bad for demons as it is for humans. You, a demon, have just spent your entire life trying to get out of hell, and now that you’ve finally done it, some humans are constantly trying to send you back. | They make it seem like we like torturing people. They make it like we're all toothy smiles and glee while we're stabbing people in the chest or branding them with hot irons, while they moan and beg and wail. And look, I'll admit a few demons I know will go home and beat off, thinking about their long day of work. If... | "God damn it, it's those fucking dicks again," I said under my breath. I wiped my brow and inhaled. How was I getting away this time?
I started running, and hoping they wouldn't catch up. Last time, they almost got me. Those brothers hate my entire kind. Yes, we're evil, but Hell sucks and we hate it just as much!* So... | |
EDIT: Wow, so many different ideas already! You guys would be excellent at destroying worlds! | [WP] Write a Lovecraftian horror story where YOU, writing the story, are the incomprehensible cosmic horror tormenting the protagonists. | I pick one. I make it kill others. I don't force it to, I make it want to inflict harm. Small things when it is small, and bigger as it grows. When it is done growing I make it kill its own kind. I make it enjoy it. I make it feel clever. I make it feel pleasure. I make it skin some alive. That's funny. You're naked, h... | My shadow has passed long over the earth, my form incomprehensible. You, your kin, gaze motionless upon the passing apparition, unaware that the longer you stand in vacant wonder, the further eldritch tendrils slink deep into your very being. Appendages, damnable vines, constrict those long-forgotten nostalgias and unk... |
EDIT: Wow, so many different ideas already! You guys would be excellent at destroying worlds! | [WP] Write a Lovecraftian horror story where YOU, writing the story, are the incomprehensible cosmic horror tormenting the protagonists. | A shrill alarm woke me from my wakeful slumber. Leaving the compound eyes near the back of my third head lidded I opened the rest of my 399 eyes and looked for the source of the sound which had stopped by now. I shifted my chitonous 161 legs out of my bed and made my way over to the dresser, the hardwood floor click-cl... | My shadow has passed long over the earth, my form incomprehensible. You, your kin, gaze motionless upon the passing apparition, unaware that the longer you stand in vacant wonder, the further eldritch tendrils slink deep into your very being. Appendages, damnable vines, constrict those long-forgotten nostalgias and unk... |
EDIT: Wow, so many different ideas already! You guys would be excellent at destroying worlds! | [WP] Write a Lovecraftian horror story where YOU, writing the story, are the incomprehensible cosmic horror tormenting the protagonists. | Reluctantly, I extended my senses outwards as noise entered my sanctum.
I didn't know how long I'd been sleeping. A century? More? Clearly, not the millennium I had intended. I shifted a few times, my appendages stretching from my all too brief slumber, working the stiffness from my serpentine limbs.
I could feel... | My shadow has passed long over the earth, my form incomprehensible. You, your kin, gaze motionless upon the passing apparition, unaware that the longer you stand in vacant wonder, the further eldritch tendrils slink deep into your very being. Appendages, damnable vines, constrict those long-forgotten nostalgias and unk... |
EDIT: Wow, so many different ideas already! You guys would be excellent at destroying worlds! | [WP] Write a Lovecraftian horror story where YOU, writing the story, are the incomprehensible cosmic horror tormenting the protagonists. | Of course.
You're screaming.
Everyone screams. Say what you will about the decline of manners in this modern age but at least most folks are greeted with something other than ear-splitting shrieks. I guess I'm not so lucky. I also guess I'm not to good at proper conversation because I've jumped ahead without even i... | My shadow has passed long over the earth, my form incomprehensible. You, your kin, gaze motionless upon the passing apparition, unaware that the longer you stand in vacant wonder, the further eldritch tendrils slink deep into your very being. Appendages, damnable vines, constrict those long-forgotten nostalgias and unk... |
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