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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. | gHmwthp'glks skmtrwqxr'rvzt wsslhtp'p dnddpr qqw-l'klml hhrt n'nmttl n qqfgh
zzkxw'ggght ttmlsschth. nM'r q-rrnttbj mpt'jh nzzd dpfgh ffhgh'pt ffhgpt
hhmth ffhgthth hht hh.
rR-rrjnjrjghg xx dfgh'hgj hnjjjt't vhw'qw ll'ghrrhg trt-plllhh'lhgg ggh k'kssghk
hghhgkk'h b'nbht wpthsshtshh'sh cchhk'k rrtthghjk'khgh. hHghnnhn'... | 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. |
4̈ͧ̈́͌̎͏͏̘͔̩̱̻͈̣̰͙͓͇̠̀4̷̧̙̳͉̦̤͖͕̲̹̟̗͙̺̖̣̫͖͗͒ͨͨ̈́́ͭ̈̎̓ͫ͐ͭ͌͌ͯ̚͜͢j̗̩̗͎͙͂́͗̌̌̔̍͆͒͌ͬ̾̋̿̈͒ͨ̔͘͝O̶̧͙̣͔͖̪ͮ͗̆͑͊ͩ̿Ṙ̛͈̹͈͎̞̱̬̣̘͇͓͙̳͚̰̠́ͯͭͧ̅̏ͧ̈ͦ̃̒̋ͦ͘͡͠X̍̽͆̿̉̈̔ͣͣ̃͊̚͟͏̯̬̝̤̗̲2̷͛ͯ̂ͫͨ̈́̇̆҉̢̬͓̹͇̝͍̠̥̺ͅs̺̮͔̲̜͎͈͕̭̟̈́͒̾ͩ͌̾͗ͧ̂̒ͩ̾̊̕͡͡6̴̡̗̳̳̃͑̌́ͦ͢4̴̨̹̻͔̻͕̙̣̞̪̰͖̟̭̘̭̹̦̜̋ͩ̾ͦ̎͋͋ͭ̅ͦ̎̾͠B̨̊̉̀͛ͤ̌̆͆ͤ̇̀ͣͩ́́̚҉͇̥̙͓͎̙̬̻̤̟̝̰͈j̢͉̙̪̰̍̎̎̊̔̾ͥ͒ͮͣ̆̏̇ͨ̋́̾̈͝mͩ̾͛̌̂̀̄͊̀... | 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. | 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... | Far beneath the ocean reeling, how I stalk them, dark and scheming,
Scratch along their rotted keeling, peeling at them with my claw.
"'Tis nothing but debris, fear not," says the man from wooden cot,
Wooden coffin made of rot, rotting at my very door.
But fear they will, for fear I am, their wood no more a f... |
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... | Far beneath the ocean reeling, how I stalk them, dark and scheming,
Scratch along their rotted keeling, peeling at them with my claw.
"'Tis nothing but debris, fear not," says the man from wooden cot,
Wooden coffin made of rot, rotting at my very door.
But fear they will, for fear I am, their wood no more a f... |
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... | Far beneath the ocean reeling, how I stalk them, dark and scheming,
Scratch along their rotted keeling, peeling at them with my claw.
"'Tis nothing but debris, fear not," says the man from wooden cot,
Wooden coffin made of rot, rotting at my very door.
But fear they will, for fear I am, their wood no more a f... |
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... | Far beneath the ocean reeling, how I stalk them, dark and scheming,
Scratch along their rotted keeling, peeling at them with my claw.
"'Tis nothing but debris, fear not," says the man from wooden cot,
Wooden coffin made of rot, rotting at my very door.
But fear they will, for fear I am, their wood no more a f... |
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. | gHmwthp'glks skmtrwqxr'rvzt wsslhtp'p dnddpr qqw-l'klml hhrt n'nmttl n qqfgh
zzkxw'ggght ttmlsschth. nM'r q-rrnttbj mpt'jh nzzd dpfgh ffhgh'pt ffhgpt
hhmth ffhgthth hht hh.
rR-rrjnjrjghg xx dfgh'hgj hnjjjt't vhw'qw ll'ghrrhg trt-plllhh'lhgg ggh k'kssghk
hghhgkk'h b'nbht wpthsshtshh'sh cchhk'k rrtthghjk'khgh. hHghnnhn'... | Far beneath the ocean reeling, how I stalk them, dark and scheming,
Scratch along their rotted keeling, peeling at them with my claw.
"'Tis nothing but debris, fear not," says the man from wooden cot,
Wooden coffin made of rot, rotting at my very door.
But fear they will, for fear I am, their wood no more a f... |
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. |
4̈ͧ̈́͌̎͏͏̘͔̩̱̻͈̣̰͙͓͇̠̀4̷̧̙̳͉̦̤͖͕̲̹̟̗͙̺̖̣̫͖͗͒ͨͨ̈́́ͭ̈̎̓ͫ͐ͭ͌͌ͯ̚͜͢j̗̩̗͎͙͂́͗̌̌̔̍͆͒͌ͬ̾̋̿̈͒ͨ̔͘͝O̶̧͙̣͔͖̪ͮ͗̆͑͊ͩ̿Ṙ̛͈̹͈͎̞̱̬̣̘͇͓͙̳͚̰̠́ͯͭͧ̅̏ͧ̈ͦ̃̒̋ͦ͘͡͠X̍̽͆̿̉̈̔ͣͣ̃͊̚͟͏̯̬̝̤̗̲2̷͛ͯ̂ͫͨ̈́̇̆҉̢̬͓̹͇̝͍̠̥̺ͅs̺̮͔̲̜͎͈͕̭̟̈́͒̾ͩ͌̾͗ͧ̂̒ͩ̾̊̕͡͡6̴̡̗̳̳̃͑̌́ͦ͢4̴̨̹̻͔̻͕̙̣̞̪̰͖̟̭̘̭̹̦̜̋ͩ̾ͦ̎͋͋ͭ̅ͦ̎̾͠B̨̊̉̀͛ͤ̌̆͆ͤ̇̀ͣͩ́́̚҉͇̥̙͓͎̙̬̻̤̟̝̰͈j̢͉̙̪̰̍̎̎̊̔̾ͥ͒ͮͣ̆̏̇ͨ̋́̾̈͝mͩ̾͛̌̂̀̄͊̀... | Far beneath the ocean reeling, how I stalk them, dark and scheming,
Scratch along their rotted keeling, peeling at them with my claw.
"'Tis nothing but debris, fear not," says the man from wooden cot,
Wooden coffin made of rot, rotting at my very door.
But fear they will, for fear I am, their wood no more a f... |
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... | He is immersing himself in what he believes is the tranquility of the green that surrounds him. Great trees with vines, bushes and plants. He is so taken by it that he never even feels my gaze upon him. I crave his tranquility. I need it. I want to devour it. I slowly creep closer. He doesn't notice the quiet that has ... |
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... | He is immersing himself in what he believes is the tranquility of the green that surrounds him. Great trees with vines, bushes and plants. He is so taken by it that he never even feels my gaze upon him. I crave his tranquility. I need it. I want to devour it. I slowly creep closer. He doesn't notice the quiet that has ... |
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... | He is immersing himself in what he believes is the tranquility of the green that surrounds him. Great trees with vines, bushes and plants. He is so taken by it that he never even feels my gaze upon him. I crave his tranquility. I need it. I want to devour it. I slowly creep closer. He doesn't notice the quiet that has ... |
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... | He is immersing himself in what he believes is the tranquility of the green that surrounds him. Great trees with vines, bushes and plants. He is so taken by it that he never even feels my gaze upon him. I crave his tranquility. I need it. I want to devour it. I slowly creep closer. He doesn't notice the quiet that has ... |
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. | gHmwthp'glks skmtrwqxr'rvzt wsslhtp'p dnddpr qqw-l'klml hhrt n'nmttl n qqfgh
zzkxw'ggght ttmlsschth. nM'r q-rrnttbj mpt'jh nzzd dpfgh ffhgh'pt ffhgpt
hhmth ffhgthth hht hh.
rR-rrjnjrjghg xx dfgh'hgj hnjjjt't vhw'qw ll'ghrrhg trt-plllhh'lhgg ggh k'kssghk
hghhgkk'h b'nbht wpthsshtshh'sh cchhk'k rrtthghjk'khgh. hHghnnhn'... | He is immersing himself in what he believes is the tranquility of the green that surrounds him. Great trees with vines, bushes and plants. He is so taken by it that he never even feels my gaze upon him. I crave his tranquility. I need it. I want to devour it. I slowly creep closer. He doesn't notice the quiet that has ... |
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. |
4̈ͧ̈́͌̎͏͏̘͔̩̱̻͈̣̰͙͓͇̠̀4̷̧̙̳͉̦̤͖͕̲̹̟̗͙̺̖̣̫͖͗͒ͨͨ̈́́ͭ̈̎̓ͫ͐ͭ͌͌ͯ̚͜͢j̗̩̗͎͙͂́͗̌̌̔̍͆͒͌ͬ̾̋̿̈͒ͨ̔͘͝O̶̧͙̣͔͖̪ͮ͗̆͑͊ͩ̿Ṙ̛͈̹͈͎̞̱̬̣̘͇͓͙̳͚̰̠́ͯͭͧ̅̏ͧ̈ͦ̃̒̋ͦ͘͡͠X̍̽͆̿̉̈̔ͣͣ̃͊̚͟͏̯̬̝̤̗̲2̷͛ͯ̂ͫͨ̈́̇̆҉̢̬͓̹͇̝͍̠̥̺ͅs̺̮͔̲̜͎͈͕̭̟̈́͒̾ͩ͌̾͗ͧ̂̒ͩ̾̊̕͡͡6̴̡̗̳̳̃͑̌́ͦ͢4̴̨̹̻͔̻͕̙̣̞̪̰͖̟̭̘̭̹̦̜̋ͩ̾ͦ̎͋͋ͭ̅ͦ̎̾͠B̨̊̉̀͛ͤ̌̆͆ͤ̇̀ͣͩ́́̚҉͇̥̙͓͎̙̬̻̤̟̝̰͈j̢͉̙̪̰̍̎̎̊̔̾ͥ͒ͮͣ̆̏̇ͨ̋́̾̈͝mͩ̾͛̌̂̀̄͊̀... | He is immersing himself in what he believes is the tranquility of the green that surrounds him. Great trees with vines, bushes and plants. He is so taken by it that he never even feels my gaze upon him. I crave his tranquility. I need it. I want to devour it. I slowly creep closer. He doesn't notice the quiet that has ... |
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... | I briefly glance into the crystal sphere to see how this chancer fairs in my dungeon, through the green haze I can see a silhouette of a heavily built man with wild hair brandishing a large silver sword.
It can't be the...
He is slicing through each of my familiars with too much ease. I tear my eyes away to the boo... |
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... | I wait. I am waiting. The door is closed, and I am not satisfied. I *yearn* to feed, and begin what once was, and will be once more.
The cattle. I feel them. I reach and caress their feeble minds, and some know a fraction of me. They adore me. They fear me. They love me. The door cracks, and my children slip ... |
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... | 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... |
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... | 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... |
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. | gHmwthp'glks skmtrwqxr'rvzt wsslhtp'p dnddpr qqw-l'klml hhrt n'nmttl n qqfgh
zzkxw'ggght ttmlsschth. nM'r q-rrnttbj mpt'jh nzzd dpfgh ffhgh'pt ffhgpt
hhmth ffhgthth hht hh.
rR-rrjnjrjghg xx dfgh'hgj hnjjjt't vhw'qw ll'ghrrhg trt-plllhh'lhgg ggh k'kssghk
hghhgkk'h b'nbht wpthsshtshh'sh cchhk'k rrtthghjk'khgh. hHghnnhn'... | 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... |
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. |
4̈ͧ̈́͌̎͏͏̘͔̩̱̻͈̣̰͙͓͇̠̀4̷̧̙̳͉̦̤͖͕̲̹̟̗͙̺̖̣̫͖͗͒ͨͨ̈́́ͭ̈̎̓ͫ͐ͭ͌͌ͯ̚͜͢j̗̩̗͎͙͂́͗̌̌̔̍͆͒͌ͬ̾̋̿̈͒ͨ̔͘͝O̶̧͙̣͔͖̪ͮ͗̆͑͊ͩ̿Ṙ̛͈̹͈͎̞̱̬̣̘͇͓͙̳͚̰̠́ͯͭͧ̅̏ͧ̈ͦ̃̒̋ͦ͘͡͠X̍̽͆̿̉̈̔ͣͣ̃͊̚͟͏̯̬̝̤̗̲2̷͛ͯ̂ͫͨ̈́̇̆҉̢̬͓̹͇̝͍̠̥̺ͅs̺̮͔̲̜͎͈͕̭̟̈́͒̾ͩ͌̾͗ͧ̂̒ͩ̾̊̕͡͡6̴̡̗̳̳̃͑̌́ͦ͢4̴̨̹̻͔̻͕̙̣̞̪̰͖̟̭̘̭̹̦̜̋ͩ̾ͦ̎͋͋ͭ̅ͦ̎̾͠B̨̊̉̀͛ͤ̌̆͆ͤ̇̀ͣͩ́́̚҉͇̥̙͓͎̙̬̻̤̟̝̰͈j̢͉̙̪̰̍̎̎̊̔̾ͥ͒ͮͣ̆̏̇ͨ̋́̾̈͝mͩ̾͛̌̂̀̄͊̀... | 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... |
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... | The first one orbiting around the star was gray and rocky, not much there. I tossed the dust about and then went on with it. The second was pale and yellow, I bathed in the acid clouds and felt refreshed, then went on with it.
The third had strange little creatures confined to 3 dimensions. They scattered when I a... |
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. | gHmwthp'glks skmtrwqxr'rvzt wsslhtp'p dnddpr qqw-l'klml hhrt n'nmttl n qqfgh
zzkxw'ggght ttmlsschth. nM'r q-rrnttbj mpt'jh nzzd dpfgh ffhgh'pt ffhgpt
hhmth ffhgthth hht hh.
rR-rrjnjrjghg xx dfgh'hgj hnjjjt't vhw'qw ll'ghrrhg trt-plllhh'lhgg ggh k'kssghk
hghhgkk'h b'nbht wpthsshtshh'sh cchhk'k rrtthghjk'khgh. hHghnnhn'... | The first one orbiting around the star was gray and rocky, not much there. I tossed the dust about and then went on with it. The second was pale and yellow, I bathed in the acid clouds and felt refreshed, then went on with it.
The third had strange little creatures confined to 3 dimensions. They scattered when I a... |
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The third had strange little creatures confined to 3 dimensions. They scattered when I a... |
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 live in the swamp, but I am no alligator. Whether you come alone or in a group, I shall completely and utterly dominate you. In my eyes you will see the horrors of what could have been, and it is then that I shall strike. In your moment of weakness, it can be no other way.
During the summer of '67, in my 371st year ... | The first one orbiting around the star was gray and rocky, not much there. I tossed the dust about and then went on with it. The second was pale and yellow, I bathed in the acid clouds and felt refreshed, then went on with it.
The third had strange little creatures confined to 3 dimensions. They scattered when I a... |
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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... | 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... |
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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... |
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During the summer of '67, in my 371st year ... | I write to you... Reader... Savage... One of those who think themselves ruler of this decrepit rock. The rock of which was thought ruled by those you call 'The Elder Things'. The rock of which was thought ruled by those you call "The Outer Gods". The rock of which was thought ruled by he you call "Cthulhu"...
Like all... |
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Here in the bleak,
Watching their world tick by
Their Lives are so shallow,
They revered themselves hallowed.
Yet Oh so afraid to Die.
But whats this, whats this!
They call from above.
Testing the waters below
Their heavenly Plane
so full of pain
begs to be purified
They look for me... | I write to you... Reader... Savage... One of those who think themselves ruler of this decrepit rock. The rock of which was thought ruled by those you call 'The Elder Things'. The rock of which was thought ruled by those you call "The Outer Gods". The rock of which was thought ruled by he you call "Cthulhu"...
Like all... |
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Like all... |
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 barrel past crooked boles and thick undergrowth. The sharp branches of the trees biting into me. The pain blossoms in my mind as blood flows without end from the countless grazes. It feels muted and distant. My adrenaline drives me forward now. My desire to be away from that accursed house and its endless horrors eno... | Forever I sleep
Here in the bleak,
Watching their world tick by
Their Lives are so shallow,
They revered themselves hallowed.
Yet Oh so afraid to Die.
But whats this, whats this!
They call from above.
Testing the waters below
Their heavenly Plane
so full of pain
begs to be purified
They look for me... |
[WP] A mighty King disguises himself as a lowly peasant in an attempt to find a maiden who will love him for who he is, not just for his kingdom. | "Where is m'lord now?" Haversham plopped down beside the captain and nestled in between him and the next guard. Several other soldiers appeared while the first shift slinked away from their perch above the sleepy town for a rest in the campsite across the river.
The captain weary, but awake, aimed his looking glass at... | "But I am the King!" The man bellowed at the locked gate rattling under the blows of his fist.
"Prove it."
"Just look at me! I am the king!" The Guard, unimpressed at the figure in front of the gate, sniffed.
"No you're not. The King's taller."
The exasperated would-be king sighed, and turned to the woman behin... | |
[WP] Our world starts seeing people with superpowers emerge, but instead of people using their powers to become superheroes or even supervillains, they use them for more mundane things. | John glowered as his cubicle neighbour Sam teleported in next to him. Always a literal second before being late, some people got all the luck. She gave him a quick smile,
"Enjoy your commute?"
Fucking Sam. He scanned the remaining cubicles. Everyone was there, Simmons had erected a force field to work in peace and B... | la tragédie de eddie salle
Eddie Hall oh-so-desperately wanted to say he was normal, but the truth always hit him like a ton of bricks. He wasn't- and he never would be. The thing about poor Eddie was that he could shoot lasers from his appendages. Fingers, toes, his nose, everything. Not harmful lasers, just....laser... | |
[deleted] | [WP] Murder is no longer illegal, and if you kill someone, you become the legitimate owner of their possessions. You are one of the wealthiest people in the world. | 7/17/2024: My colleagues and I pleaded desperately against the radicals in the hours leading to the referendum. They call for the theft of wealth through murder, or as they call it, the "Readjustment of Society." Our only hope lies in the sensible, rational people voting against this referendum. How can a truly democr... | ...and let's get something straight, the decree I passed at the end of my presidency was good for America. The right has been trying to vilify me for years over this, all those talk show hosts who call me 'worse than Hitler' don't have the right they don't have all the information!
But Mrs. President, what about the t... |
[WP] Two ancient armies prepare for battle, one army sends out a seven foot tall hulk as their champion; the other army sends out a little girl to raucous applause. | The two tribes met at the ancient site, a tall plateau that had been the site of many conflicts like the one about to unfold. They had both lost far too many good men in the series of raids that had taken place over the past few months. Both were dangerously close to losing so many that they would no longer be able t... | Tens of thousands of men leered at each other from across the neutral zone as horses snorted and pawed at the ground nervously. Steam rose in a vast cloud over all the hot bodies in the cool morning. Two men stand toward the front of one army while a small group stand at the front of the other army whose back was to a ... | |
[WP] Two ancient armies prepare for battle, one army sends out a seven foot tall hulk as their champion; the other army sends out a little girl to raucous applause. | Two armies face each other across a grassy valley. Every footmen, archer, and knight hold their ground as the rays of the sun beat down on them. Evenly matched in both numbers and tactics, the generals agree that they must send a champion to represent their country in a glorious deathmatch.
The front line of the Eas... | Tens of thousands of men leered at each other from across the neutral zone as horses snorted and pawed at the ground nervously. Steam rose in a vast cloud over all the hot bodies in the cool morning. Two men stand toward the front of one army while a small group stand at the front of the other army whose back was to a ... | |
[WP] Two ancient armies prepare for battle, one army sends out a seven foot tall hulk as their champion; the other army sends out a little girl to raucous applause. | Two armies face each other across a grassy valley. Every footmen, archer, and knight hold their ground as the rays of the sun beat down on them. Evenly matched in both numbers and tactics, the generals agree that they must send a champion to represent their country in a glorious deathmatch.
The front line of the Eas... | The ground shook with each step Archibald the Man-Eater took towards the battlefield. He dragged his five-foot club alongside him, felling any small trees unfortunate enough to get caught in its path. The rest of the army trailed him from a distance, lest they fall victim to a random timber accident.
"Wonder whom they... | |
[WP] The hunter was very familiar with the beast that made the footprints. He was more worried about what made the second set of footprints, chasing the first. | There's a stillness that fills the air when two predators are near each other. Some days it feels as if the world watches with bated breath for the outcome, knowing one life must be forfeit. Such are the rules of the hunt which I pitted myself against each October and it was a game I played well.
I'd been tracking he... | "A hare. Simple enough prey, shouldn't be difficult."
He lines up his crossbow as he silently exhales.
"Got you."
With a clear kill shot in sight he lightly presses down on the trigger before a large snapping sound breaks his concentration. He grunts.
"Broken string. That makes things more difficult."
The hare is ... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | I'm not a writer and english isn't even my native language, but I'm gonna be sitting in this fucking room for 4 more hours. Gotta do something to pass the time. Fuck it
It was Phineas who had come up with the idea for the machine. Candace's body was beyong repair. That was certain. The idea had sounded ridiculous at ... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
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[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | There's been a hundred or more days
Since summer vacation,
For our sister, abruptly ended.
And the suffering of our mom
Is our inspiration
For finding a new way to mend it.
Like maybe...
Building a tall crypt;
Or spending our money
On people claiming psychic power.
Summoning something that shouldn't exist (... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
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[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | The rain fell hard against their hunched backs, as the brothers peered down at the polished wooden surface of Candace's coffin. Phineas turned his horribly misshapen head to face his brother. He could see a pain in the boy's face, a pain that cut deep into his soul. No rain, no matter how hard, would clear the pain awa... | The grave glistened in the summer downpour. The golden inlayed message staring back at the brothers, the motif reading 'taken too soon, loving sister, beautiful soul" Ferb closed his eyes and reminisced, the drops of rain coating his ebony hair with a glimmering sheen. He tipped his head skyward and opened his eyes, te... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | And so they did.
The museum wasn't open this time of the day but who cared? The blew a hole into the side and went in, stunning the guards who tried to stop them.
Getting the machine operational was child's play, literally. This time their were no grins though. And no Fireside girls to assist. This was a family m... | The grave glistened in the summer downpour. The golden inlayed message staring back at the brothers, the motif reading 'taken too soon, loving sister, beautiful soul" Ferb closed his eyes and reminisced, the drops of rain coating his ebony hair with a glimmering sheen. He tipped his head skyward and opened his eyes, te... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | There's been a hundred or more days
Since summer vacation,
For our sister, abruptly ended.
And the suffering of our mom
Is our inspiration
For finding a new way to mend it.
Like maybe...
Building a tall crypt;
Or spending our money
On people claiming psychic power.
Summoning something that shouldn't exist (... | The grave glistened in the summer downpour. The golden inlayed message staring back at the brothers, the motif reading 'taken too soon, loving sister, beautiful soul" Ferb closed his eyes and reminisced, the drops of rain coating his ebony hair with a glimmering sheen. He tipped his head skyward and opened his eyes, te... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | *[Scene: EXT. DOOFENSHMIRTZ APARTMENT, EAST SIDE]*
MUSIC: Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
> Producer's Note: Scene is best served with Evil Jingle re-recorded in C-minor scale.
*[Scene: INT. DOOFENSHMIRTZ MAIN LABORATORY. A doorbell rings. DOOFENSHMIRTZ walks toward the door using crutches.]*
DOOF: [Yelling] Ho... | The grave glistened in the summer downpour. The golden inlayed message staring back at the brothers, the motif reading 'taken too soon, loving sister, beautiful soul" Ferb closed his eyes and reminisced, the drops of rain coating his ebony hair with a glimmering sheen. He tipped his head skyward and opened his eyes, te... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | The Statement of Phineas Flynn
by
H.P. Lovecraft
It was in my 11th year that my constant cohort and step-brother Ferb Fletcher came to me graveside in our mutual grief over the death of our dearest sister, Candice, with the eldritch tome he had recently procured from the dusty stacks of Miskatonic University.
T... | The grave glistened in the summer downpour. The golden inlayed message staring back at the brothers, the motif reading 'taken too soon, loving sister, beautiful soul" Ferb closed his eyes and reminisced, the drops of rain coating his ebony hair with a glimmering sheen. He tipped his head skyward and opened his eyes, te... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | And so they did.
The museum wasn't open this time of the day but who cared? The blew a hole into the side and went in, stunning the guards who tried to stop them.
Getting the machine operational was child's play, literally. This time their were no grins though. And no Fireside girls to assist. This was a family m... | The rain fell hard against their hunched backs, as the brothers peered down at the polished wooden surface of Candace's coffin. Phineas turned his horribly misshapen head to face his brother. He could see a pain in the boy's face, a pain that cut deep into his soul. No rain, no matter how hard, would clear the pain awa... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | There's been a hundred or more days
Since summer vacation,
For our sister, abruptly ended.
And the suffering of our mom
Is our inspiration
For finding a new way to mend it.
Like maybe...
Building a tall crypt;
Or spending our money
On people claiming psychic power.
Summoning something that shouldn't exist (... | The rain fell hard against their hunched backs, as the brothers peered down at the polished wooden surface of Candace's coffin. Phineas turned his horribly misshapen head to face his brother. He could see a pain in the boy's face, a pain that cut deep into his soul. No rain, no matter how hard, would clear the pain awa... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | *[Scene: EXT. DOOFENSHMIRTZ APARTMENT, EAST SIDE]*
MUSIC: Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
> Producer's Note: Scene is best served with Evil Jingle re-recorded in C-minor scale.
*[Scene: INT. DOOFENSHMIRTZ MAIN LABORATORY. A doorbell rings. DOOFENSHMIRTZ walks toward the door using crutches.]*
DOOF: [Yelling] Ho... | The rain fell hard against their hunched backs, as the brothers peered down at the polished wooden surface of Candace's coffin. Phineas turned his horribly misshapen head to face his brother. He could see a pain in the boy's face, a pain that cut deep into his soul. No rain, no matter how hard, would clear the pain awa... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | There's been a hundred or more days
Since summer vacation,
For our sister, abruptly ended.
And the suffering of our mom
Is our inspiration
For finding a new way to mend it.
Like maybe...
Building a tall crypt;
Or spending our money
On people claiming psychic power.
Summoning something that shouldn't exist (... | And so they did.
The museum wasn't open this time of the day but who cared? The blew a hole into the side and went in, stunning the guards who tried to stop them.
Getting the machine operational was child's play, literally. This time their were no grins though. And no Fireside girls to assist. This was a family m... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | *[Scene: EXT. DOOFENSHMIRTZ APARTMENT, EAST SIDE]*
MUSIC: Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated!
> Producer's Note: Scene is best served with Evil Jingle re-recorded in C-minor scale.
*[Scene: INT. DOOFENSHMIRTZ MAIN LABORATORY. A doorbell rings. DOOFENSHMIRTZ walks toward the door using crutches.]*
DOOF: [Yelling] Ho... | And so they did.
The museum wasn't open this time of the day but who cared? The blew a hole into the side and went in, stunning the guards who tried to stop them.
Getting the machine operational was child's play, literally. This time their were no grins though. And no Fireside girls to assist. This was a family m... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | The Statement of Phineas Flynn
by
H.P. Lovecraft
It was in my 11th year that my constant cohort and step-brother Ferb Fletcher came to me graveside in our mutual grief over the death of our dearest sister, Candice, with the eldritch tome he had recently procured from the dusty stacks of Miskatonic University.
T... | Phineas slid the magazine into the 1911 and pulled the slide back.
"We shouldn't do this Phin, you know she wouldn't want this!" Ferb pleaded.
"We have to. Are you in, or are you out?" Phineas asked.
Ferb looked at his feet and slowly nodded.
"Good."
Phineas pushed a pistol into Ferb's trembling hands and got int... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | "Now hand me a shovel."
***
"I know they build impossible things every day, but this is getting a little extreme," Baljeet whispered. Buford merely grunted, and went back to watching Phineas and Ferb madly building their latest contraption.
"Losing Candace was hard on them," Isabella reminded him. "You know know the... | Phineas slid the magazine into the 1911 and pulled the slide back.
"We shouldn't do this Phin, you know she wouldn't want this!" Ferb pleaded.
"We have to. Are you in, or are you out?" Phineas asked.
Ferb looked at his feet and slowly nodded.
"Good."
Phineas pushed a pistol into Ferb's trembling hands and got int... | |
[WP] Both brothers stood over their sister Candice's grave. Sad and angry, Phineas turned to his bother and said, "Ferb, I know what we are going to do today..." | Phineas turned his back on Candace's grave and began walking away. Ferb called out to him, "What if we're wrong, Phineas?"
"You know we're not," Phineas breathed through clenched teeth. "Where's Perry?"
*****
For years, the boys had watched their imagination come to life, only to dissolve at the last moment. The mo... | Phineas slid the magazine into the 1911 and pulled the slide back.
"We shouldn't do this Phin, you know she wouldn't want this!" Ferb pleaded.
"We have to. Are you in, or are you out?" Phineas asked.
Ferb looked at his feet and slowly nodded.
"Good."
Phineas pushed a pistol into Ferb's trembling hands and got int... | |
[WP] You live alone with your parrot. It just said something you don't remember telling it. | Sarala looks up from her book, taking in the view from her window. She lives in what she likes to call 'Nowheresville', but what's actually a town on a couple of maps. Today is her day off, and she wants to spend it at home, relaxing, alone.
"Hi, I'm Larry!"
*Ugh.*
Once upon a time when Sarala was a young bookworm w... | I couldn't believe my eyes. My parrot just said "Just like that baby", clear as a bright, sunny day.
You may be wondering why this would be so scary for me. Parrots can say any thing they want, right? Yes but the one rule about parrots is that they can only say what you say to them first....and I never said that.
I... | |
[WP] You live alone with your parrot. It just said something you don't remember telling it. | I guess when I bought Bird I was at my lowest point since Sean had passed. I was lonely, I couldn’t bring myself to interact with other people. I brought Bird and his cage and his jangling mirrored toys and birdseed home to my one bedroom apartment. Im not sure what I was expecting: a dazzling conversation partner? ... | I couldn't believe my eyes. My parrot just said "Just like that baby", clear as a bright, sunny day.
You may be wondering why this would be so scary for me. Parrots can say any thing they want, right? Yes but the one rule about parrots is that they can only say what you say to them first....and I never said that.
I... | |
[WP] You live alone with your parrot. It just said something you don't remember telling it. | I guess when I bought Bird I was at my lowest point since Sean had passed. I was lonely, I couldn’t bring myself to interact with other people. I brought Bird and his cage and his jangling mirrored toys and birdseed home to my one bedroom apartment. Im not sure what I was expecting: a dazzling conversation partner? ... | "SQUAAWWKKK July 8 2016"
"SQUAAAAWWWKKK July 8 2016"
he was a relatively quiet parakeet, usually would just mimic my ringtone when he heard the phone ring or make whistling noises when he got hungry, until about a month ago when he started repeating this date.
I didn't know where he learned it. I rarely watch tv ... | |
[WP] You live alone with your parrot. It just said something you don't remember telling it. | I guess when I bought Bird I was at my lowest point since Sean had passed. I was lonely, I couldn’t bring myself to interact with other people. I brought Bird and his cage and his jangling mirrored toys and birdseed home to my one bedroom apartment. Im not sure what I was expecting: a dazzling conversation partner? ... | Sarala looks up from her book, taking in the view from her window. She lives in what she likes to call 'Nowheresville', but what's actually a town on a couple of maps. Today is her day off, and she wants to spend it at home, relaxing, alone.
"Hi, I'm Larry!"
*Ugh.*
Once upon a time when Sarala was a young bookworm w... | |
[WP]: "Who were you before the war?" | The question echoed over the barren wasteland, piercing the almost deafening silence.
"Me?" I asked the soldier who asked the question, a man named Gerald, quite the old fashioned name.
He nodded and pulled out a cigarette. I'm surprised they still have people who use those.
"Well, I guess you could say that... | Before the war. That was a time long forgotten to me.
I was 20. Young kid from Brooklyn. I'd been the son of a military general, and I'd grown up wanting nothing more than to serve my country. Straight out of high school I'd enlisted as a private. Proudest day of my life.
The darkest day was when a terrorist blew my... | |
[WP]: "Who were you before the war?" | The question echoed over the barren wasteland, piercing the almost deafening silence.
"Me?" I asked the soldier who asked the question, a man named Gerald, quite the old fashioned name.
He nodded and pulled out a cigarette. I'm surprised they still have people who use those.
"Well, I guess you could say that... | Before the war. That seems like a long time ago. Since you're asking i was a high school teacher, well in truth i was only in the job for a week before i got drafted.
It's funny really, before all this i spent most my life studying for tests and never taking any risks. I always took the safest route, now in this war ... | |
Feel free to have the subreddit be about someone else if you wish, like me. | [WP] You're just surfing Reddit, constantly clicking on the Random button. Until ... you find a subreddit, dedicated to not only following and discussing your activities online, but also your real life. | *click* *click* *click* *click*
"Ugh, even reddit gets boring."
*click* *click*
r/hitlerinsocks
"Why does that even exist?? And how is there so much content??"
r/waytogoandruinit
"Huh. That's funny. Jesus fuck, 32,456,788 subscribers?? What even is this place?"
r/waytogoandruinit/top/
IAm the actress playing ... | There I was, clicking on the "random" button on reddit. I was really bored, none of these random subs interested me. Then I found one I had never seen before: /r/greenquartz. I checked the URL to make sure it wasn't /u/greenquartz, but then I glanced down at the subreddit. There were Imgur links to things I had done, s... |
Feel free to have the subreddit be about someone else if you wish, like me. | [WP] You're just surfing Reddit, constantly clicking on the Random button. Until ... you find a subreddit, dedicated to not only following and discussing your activities online, but also your real life. | *click* *click* *click* *click*
"Ugh, even reddit gets boring."
*click* *click*
r/hitlerinsocks
"Why does that even exist?? And how is there so much content??"
r/waytogoandruinit
"Huh. That's funny. Jesus fuck, 32,456,788 subscribers?? What even is this place?"
r/waytogoandruinit/top/
IAm the actress playing ... | "Time to get me some karma! The good kind, Reddit-made, not the real life kind." I was narrating my actions. I browsed through random subreddits, searching for some karma-worthy posts.
"Huh."
I took one glance and there was a subreddit with my username.. Weird. I clicked on it with confidence; it's not everyday yo... |
Feel free to have the subreddit be about someone else if you wish, like me. | [WP] You're just surfing Reddit, constantly clicking on the Random button. Until ... you find a subreddit, dedicated to not only following and discussing your activities online, but also your real life. | Like any other weekday evening, after several dull hours in high school, I returned home to simply flop into bed and browse Reddit on my laptop. There was nothing new on the front page; I had already explored the day's trending topics. I read all the news articles, longed at the cute cat pictures, and even rolled my e... | Click
Click
Click
'/r/classicderence'
'Who does she think she is?'
'OMG have you seen his reddit history LOL'
'Actually, *he's* a *she*...'
'This - what is wrong with people?'
'Upvoting this'
'OPs mom'
'Not even sure what relevance this person has here?
'MOMS SPAHGHETTTI'
'Go home Eminem, you'... |
Feel free to have the subreddit be about someone else if you wish, like me. | [WP] You're just surfing Reddit, constantly clicking on the Random button. Until ... you find a subreddit, dedicated to not only following and discussing your activities online, but also your real life. | *click*
r/holdmybeer
*click*
r/blunderyears
*sip of pepsi*
*click*
r/currently_on_toilet
*click*
r/childrenfalli-
My cursor does a bit of a double take before shooting up to the back button. Sure enough, it brings me to a subreddit titled r/currently_on_toilet . I chuckle, finding it amusing to have found a co... | Click
Click
Click
'/r/classicderence'
'Who does she think she is?'
'OMG have you seen his reddit history LOL'
'Actually, *he's* a *she*...'
'This - what is wrong with people?'
'Upvoting this'
'OPs mom'
'Not even sure what relevance this person has here?
'MOMS SPAHGHETTTI'
'Go home Eminem, you'... |
Feel free to have the subreddit be about someone else if you wish, like me. | [WP] You're just surfing Reddit, constantly clicking on the Random button. Until ... you find a subreddit, dedicated to not only following and discussing your activities online, but also your real life. | *click*
r/holdmybeer
*click*
r/blunderyears
*sip of pepsi*
*click*
r/currently_on_toilet
*click*
r/childrenfalli-
My cursor does a bit of a double take before shooting up to the back button. Sure enough, it brings me to a subreddit titled r/currently_on_toilet . I chuckle, finding it amusing to have found a co... | Like any other weekday evening, after several dull hours in high school, I returned home to simply flop into bed and browse Reddit on my laptop. There was nothing new on the front page; I had already explored the day's trending topics. I read all the news articles, longed at the cute cat pictures, and even rolled my e... |
[WP] After living an unremarkable life, you die. In the afterlife you're judged and sent to heaven. Once there you learn that across all time, only fifteen other people have made it to heaven and none of you know why. | Desmond found himself in a large, empty office. There was a floating bright white desk and behind that a bright white office chair with an equally luminescent coat on it. Desmond looked around and saw nothing but a framed employee of the month picture awarded to a "Petra". He looked at his clothes and realized they wer... | As the Gate to Heaven opened Steven was still trying to corral the emotions running through him. He'd seen the Archangel Michael's face when Peter had decreed that he should be, as he Peter had put it, "Heaven Sent". Both Gabriel and Uriel had shouted with, what Steven had thought was astonishment but when he looked c... | |
[WP] Tell a horror story with the most unsettling original monster you can come up with. | I'm sorry
I tried to stay awake.
I've tried everything. I can't keep my eyes open forever. It happens if I blink for too long.
I know I'm a hateful little shit. It keeps people alive. I tried everything I could to get you to hate me, to get you to leave me alone, but it didn't work. Why couldn't you have left me alo... | My grandmother always told stories of the past, one tale in particular always kept my attention, she always looked so sad when she told it. It was the tale of The Uncreated Ones.
It went something like this. Long ago a being entered our reality, a being of such power it tore reality asunder by mere presence, it wander... | |
[WP] Tell a horror story with the most unsettling original monster you can come up with. | It hardly makes sense to be afraid of the guy chained up in the barn any more. He's been there since it was built some time in the 1880s... What's that like 130 years? And in that time he's only ever hurt a dozen people and... Between you and me I know more'n half of 'em weren't accidents at all.
He never ever stops t... | My grandmother always told stories of the past, one tale in particular always kept my attention, she always looked so sad when she told it. It was the tale of The Uncreated Ones.
It went something like this. Long ago a being entered our reality, a being of such power it tore reality asunder by mere presence, it wander... | |
[WP] Tell a horror story with the most unsettling original monster you can come up with. | It hardly makes sense to be afraid of the guy chained up in the barn any more. He's been there since it was built some time in the 1880s... What's that like 130 years? And in that time he's only ever hurt a dozen people and... Between you and me I know more'n half of 'em weren't accidents at all.
He never ever stops t... | A man with a tired desperation on his face stands in front of his apartment door with his eyes closed. He takes a deep breath, makes sure he has his keys and exits the door. The dim, buzzing lights in the stairway are barely enough to illuminate his worn-out clothing and his unkempt hair. The man walks with fast, shuff... | |
[WP] Tell a horror story with the most unsettling original monster you can come up with. | It hardly makes sense to be afraid of the guy chained up in the barn any more. He's been there since it was built some time in the 1880s... What's that like 130 years? And in that time he's only ever hurt a dozen people and... Between you and me I know more'n half of 'em weren't accidents at all.
He never ever stops t... | I'm sorry
I tried to stay awake.
I've tried everything. I can't keep my eyes open forever. It happens if I blink for too long.
I know I'm a hateful little shit. It keeps people alive. I tried everything I could to get you to hate me, to get you to leave me alone, but it didn't work. Why couldn't you have left me alo... | |
[WP] Tell a horror story with the most unsettling original monster you can come up with. | I was falling asleep. The news anchor on the screen across the room turned to an incoherrent drone as I began to slip from reality. I loosened my grip on the remote. Household items were illuminated by television light, dancing shadows and shapes. My eyes fluttered as a weight of sleep blanketed my body.
"Hello Sarah... | The quiet followed me. Not silence, never silence, just the quiet.
I ran, boots smacking against the pavement. Except… they sounded distant, or like my ears were full of water. The cars hummed by in bursts of air, nearly pushing me over. Horns whimpered and tires stuttered and even the trains tiptoed.
Trying to think... | |
[WP] Tell a horror story with the most unsettling original monster you can come up with. | ...
In the summer of 1992, John and Janice Marsh from Syracuse, New York arrived home from their vacation overseas only to discover that their leather recliner had been replaced with a material consistent with human skin. It was the only thing out of place in the entire establishment. Upon closer inspection, it appear... | The can of cold soda popped open. Henry leant back against his wooden chair, heard the creak and took a long, satisfied slurp. He crossed his legs beneath the desk and leant back over his book, tapping on the desk with the eraser end of his pencil. The library at night lay silent and still. Outside seemed half a world ... | |
[WP] Tell a horror story with the most unsettling original monster you can come up with. | The monster sat there immobile. It hardly ever perceptibly moved, except to lash out at whatever came near it. Big, hairy arms. It breathed smoke and fire. Rumor is that it was a man once until magical potions had changed it into what it had become.
Many times as I'd try to pass its lair, it had lashed out to burn me,... | The can of cold soda popped open. Henry leant back against his wooden chair, heard the creak and took a long, satisfied slurp. He crossed his legs beneath the desk and leant back over his book, tapping on the desk with the eraser end of his pencil. The library at night lay silent and still. Outside seemed half a world ... | |
[WP] You have had bad vision your entire life, and have always worn glasses or contacts to remedy it. One day, you lose your glasses, and realize that certain people around you still appear perfectly clear to you. | I can never find my glasses if I'm not wearing them, or they aren't somewhere I've put them myself, like my bedside table, two inches to the left of my alarm clock with obsessive compulsive levels of accuracy. So when they fell off on the bus, I thought I was screwed.
A young gentleman came to the rescue when he saw m... | \#true story
So yeah, this is not really a writing prompt, or is it?
Anyways, when I was young my vision was pretty bad---I always wore thick glasses to school and I was the nerd of the class. Beneath my glasses, I was weak, timid and defensive. I'm the weakest link in the school, the goto person when you're lookin... | |
[WP] Charlie has received one of 5 golden tickets to visit Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory! Little does Charlie know, but the chocolate factory is merely a front for Willie Wonka's massive Cocaine Empire, and Wonka needs a successor | "So what do you think, kid?"
The only reaction Willy Wonka could bring about from the little Charlie was a blank stare. He had a feeling it would end this way. Sighing deeply, Mr. Wonka rubbed his temples and considered what he would do next. His life secret was now in the dirty hands of a 12-year old kid, and he didn... | Sorry for any grammatical errors. This is not English class, I am not your English student, and you are not my English teacher. With that being said, feel free to correct me just be nice about it.
"Snfffffffffffffffff"
*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*
"Snfffffffffffffffffffffff"
"Ahhhhhhh"
The wide eyed Wonka exclaimed after s... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | I was ready.
There was nothing standing between me and *the man* who pulled the strings.
First, I called his name. *"Hello, Marmalade."* but that wasn’t the word I was looking for.
He looked confused.
I looked confused.
He turned to me and asked where I had come from. I told him my mother.
Again, he looked confus... | It was September 17, 1787. Mr Hancock was preparing to me the initial signature on the Constitution when.... Hey guys, why don't we use my new American invention "the pen" to sign this instead of that British quill?
OH, okay - sure. Hmm. It doesn't seem to be working?
OH, just start drawing little circles ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | Thirty one long, grueling months. Thirty. One. Months.
I had known what it would take. We all did, if we thought about it--really *looked*--instead of just taking in what they fed us.
I laughed to myself as he strode to the podium. It had taken so little to begin. I had placed one banana peel in a trash can in Hobo... | It was September 17, 1787. Mr Hancock was preparing to me the initial signature on the Constitution when.... Hey guys, why don't we use my new American invention "the pen" to sign this instead of that British quill?
OH, okay - sure. Hmm. It doesn't seem to be working?
OH, just start drawing little circles ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | As i watched the small child play around in the zoo completely unsupervised by his parents. i realized something. Something that would change a nation forever. But could i pull it off? I would have to, for the revolution on begin he must die.
I quickly check my pockets to see if i could make it happen. A banana from ... | It was September 17, 1787. Mr Hancock was preparing to me the initial signature on the Constitution when.... Hey guys, why don't we use my new American invention "the pen" to sign this instead of that British quill?
OH, okay - sure. Hmm. It doesn't seem to be working?
OH, just start drawing little circles ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | POST: OPERATION RED DAWN IS LIVE
That's all it said, but I read the e-mail again, anyway. I read it a third time. *The KGB is defunct, isn't it? Our sleeper cell has been inactive for decades.*
I opened the attachment, and it didn't shed any light on the situation. It was a picture of a deer. I checked out the... | It was September 17, 1787. Mr Hancock was preparing to me the initial signature on the Constitution when.... Hey guys, why don't we use my new American invention "the pen" to sign this instead of that British quill?
OH, okay - sure. Hmm. It doesn't seem to be working?
OH, just start drawing little circles ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | I was ready.
There was nothing standing between me and *the man* who pulled the strings.
First, I called his name. *"Hello, Marmalade."* but that wasn’t the word I was looking for.
He looked confused.
I looked confused.
He turned to me and asked where I had come from. I told him my mother.
Again, he looked confus... | With the red pen I elected Donald trump for president after investing heavily in vault tec stocks. As I sat there eating my banana inside the safety of my vault, I suddenly realized that after nuclear Armageddon stocks were useless... Shit.
Edit: oh so the Hillary ones are better I see how it is.
With the red pen I ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | Thirty one long, grueling months. Thirty. One. Months.
I had known what it would take. We all did, if we thought about it--really *looked*--instead of just taking in what they fed us.
I laughed to myself as he strode to the podium. It had taken so little to begin. I had placed one banana peel in a trash can in Hobo... | With the red pen I elected Donald trump for president after investing heavily in vault tec stocks. As I sat there eating my banana inside the safety of my vault, I suddenly realized that after nuclear Armageddon stocks were useless... Shit.
Edit: oh so the Hillary ones are better I see how it is.
With the red pen I ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | As i watched the small child play around in the zoo completely unsupervised by his parents. i realized something. Something that would change a nation forever. But could i pull it off? I would have to, for the revolution on begin he must die.
I quickly check my pockets to see if i could make it happen. A banana from ... | With the red pen I elected Donald trump for president after investing heavily in vault tec stocks. As I sat there eating my banana inside the safety of my vault, I suddenly realized that after nuclear Armageddon stocks were useless... Shit.
Edit: oh so the Hillary ones are better I see how it is.
With the red pen I ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | POST: OPERATION RED DAWN IS LIVE
That's all it said, but I read the e-mail again, anyway. I read it a third time. *The KGB is defunct, isn't it? Our sleeper cell has been inactive for decades.*
I opened the attachment, and it didn't shed any light on the situation. It was a picture of a deer. I checked out the... | With the red pen I elected Donald trump for president after investing heavily in vault tec stocks. As I sat there eating my banana inside the safety of my vault, I suddenly realized that after nuclear Armageddon stocks were useless... Shit.
Edit: oh so the Hillary ones are better I see how it is.
With the red pen I ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | “Three years, twenty two days, thirty two seconds.” The man in black gives me an empty stare. I exhale. Every single time they hire me, it’s like they forget the magic I can work. I rustle around in my paper-bag lunch. The man is getting anxious, he looks nervously around the room, eyeing the mirrored glass and the sec... | With the red pen I elected Donald trump for president after investing heavily in vault tec stocks. As I sat there eating my banana inside the safety of my vault, I suddenly realized that after nuclear Armageddon stocks were useless... Shit.
Edit: oh so the Hillary ones are better I see how it is.
With the red pen I ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | As i watched the small child play around in the zoo completely unsupervised by his parents. i realized something. Something that would change a nation forever. But could i pull it off? I would have to, for the revolution on begin he must die.
I quickly check my pockets to see if i could make it happen. A banana from ... | I was ready.
There was nothing standing between me and *the man* who pulled the strings.
First, I called his name. *"Hello, Marmalade."* but that wasn’t the word I was looking for.
He looked confused.
I looked confused.
He turned to me and asked where I had come from. I told him my mother.
Again, he looked confus... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | POST: OPERATION RED DAWN IS LIVE
That's all it said, but I read the e-mail again, anyway. I read it a third time. *The KGB is defunct, isn't it? Our sleeper cell has been inactive for decades.*
I opened the attachment, and it didn't shed any light on the situation. It was a picture of a deer. I checked out the... | I was ready.
There was nothing standing between me and *the man* who pulled the strings.
First, I called his name. *"Hello, Marmalade."* but that wasn’t the word I was looking for.
He looked confused.
I looked confused.
He turned to me and asked where I had come from. I told him my mother.
Again, he looked confus... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | As i watched the small child play around in the zoo completely unsupervised by his parents. i realized something. Something that would change a nation forever. But could i pull it off? I would have to, for the revolution on begin he must die.
I quickly check my pockets to see if i could make it happen. A banana from ... | Thirty one long, grueling months. Thirty. One. Months.
I had known what it would take. We all did, if we thought about it--really *looked*--instead of just taking in what they fed us.
I laughed to myself as he strode to the podium. It had taken so little to begin. I had placed one banana peel in a trash can in Hobo... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | POST: OPERATION RED DAWN IS LIVE
That's all it said, but I read the e-mail again, anyway. I read it a third time. *The KGB is defunct, isn't it? Our sleeper cell has been inactive for decades.*
I opened the attachment, and it didn't shed any light on the situation. It was a picture of a deer. I checked out the... | Thirty one long, grueling months. Thirty. One. Months.
I had known what it would take. We all did, if we thought about it--really *looked*--instead of just taking in what they fed us.
I laughed to myself as he strode to the podium. It had taken so little to begin. I had placed one banana peel in a trash can in Hobo... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | According to the physics of the present day, the world is non-deterministic. The argument is that due to quantum fluctuations being probabilistic in nature, there is no way to truly know how the future will turn out.
That's a load of hogwash.
Sure, you may end up with an oxygen molecule moved by a centimeter or two, ... | Right after the end of the message, the face of the young lady slowly disappeared in a pixel jam and an error window bounced to my eyes.
"Your files were corrupted".
I clicked the OK button, thus creating a small air gap under my mouse and making the passage of light through my glass desk optimal for a quite short f... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | POST: OPERATION RED DAWN IS LIVE
That's all it said, but I read the e-mail again, anyway. I read it a third time. *The KGB is defunct, isn't it? Our sleeper cell has been inactive for decades.*
I opened the attachment, and it didn't shed any light on the situation. It was a picture of a deer. I checked out the... | Right after the end of the message, the face of the young lady slowly disappeared in a pixel jam and an error window bounced to my eyes.
"Your files were corrupted".
I clicked the OK button, thus creating a small air gap under my mouse and making the passage of light through my glass desk optimal for a quite short f... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | “Three years, twenty two days, thirty two seconds.” The man in black gives me an empty stare. I exhale. Every single time they hire me, it’s like they forget the magic I can work. I rustle around in my paper-bag lunch. The man is getting anxious, he looks nervously around the room, eyeing the mirrored glass and the sec... | Right after the end of the message, the face of the young lady slowly disappeared in a pixel jam and an error window bounced to my eyes.
"Your files were corrupted".
I clicked the OK button, thus creating a small air gap under my mouse and making the passage of light through my glass desk optimal for a quite short f... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | POST: OPERATION RED DAWN IS LIVE
That's all it said, but I read the e-mail again, anyway. I read it a third time. *The KGB is defunct, isn't it? Our sleeper cell has been inactive for decades.*
I opened the attachment, and it didn't shed any light on the situation. It was a picture of a deer. I checked out the... | As i watched the small child play around in the zoo completely unsupervised by his parents. i realized something. Something that would change a nation forever. But could i pull it off? I would have to, for the revolution on begin he must die.
I quickly check my pockets to see if i could make it happen. A banana from ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | POST: OPERATION RED DAWN IS LIVE
That's all it said, but I read the e-mail again, anyway. I read it a third time. *The KGB is defunct, isn't it? Our sleeper cell has been inactive for decades.*
I opened the attachment, and it didn't shed any light on the situation. It was a picture of a deer. I checked out the... | According to the physics of the present day, the world is non-deterministic. The argument is that due to quantum fluctuations being probabilistic in nature, there is no way to truly know how the future will turn out.
That's a load of hogwash.
Sure, you may end up with an oxygen molecule moved by a centimeter or two, ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | “Three years, twenty two days, thirty two seconds.” The man in black gives me an empty stare. I exhale. Every single time they hire me, it’s like they forget the magic I can work. I rustle around in my paper-bag lunch. The man is getting anxious, he looks nervously around the room, eyeing the mirrored glass and the sec... | According to the physics of the present day, the world is non-deterministic. The argument is that due to quantum fluctuations being probabilistic in nature, there is no way to truly know how the future will turn out.
That's a load of hogwash.
Sure, you may end up with an oxygen molecule moved by a centimeter or two, ... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | September 5, 2016. I was cool with the American government until it denied my Change.org petition demanding that it fund a remake of Knight Rider starring Shia LaBeouf and Bumblebee. After stewing about it all day in school, I decide this government no longer represents the best interests of me or the American people ... | What am I supposed to do with these? A banana peel, a red pen, and the butterfly effect? I could do so much if I had a time machine too - make George Washington slip on the banana peel and drown in the Potomac, redact the Constitution... But how can I take down America *now*?
Wait a second... Memes. Memes can change t... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | “Three years, twenty two days, thirty two seconds.” The man in black gives me an empty stare. I exhale. Every single time they hire me, it’s like they forget the magic I can work. I rustle around in my paper-bag lunch. The man is getting anxious, he looks nervously around the room, eyeing the mirrored glass and the sec... | What am I supposed to do with these? A banana peel, a red pen, and the butterfly effect? I could do so much if I had a time machine too - make George Washington slip on the banana peel and drown in the Potomac, redact the Constitution... But how can I take down America *now*?
Wait a second... Memes. Memes can change t... | |
[WP] Your mission is to topple the American government. You are armed with a banana peel, red pen, and mastery of the butterfly effect. | “Three years, twenty two days, thirty two seconds.” The man in black gives me an empty stare. I exhale. Every single time they hire me, it’s like they forget the magic I can work. I rustle around in my paper-bag lunch. The man is getting anxious, he looks nervously around the room, eyeing the mirrored glass and the sec... | September 5, 2016. I was cool with the American government until it denied my Change.org petition demanding that it fund a remake of Knight Rider starring Shia LaBeouf and Bumblebee. After stewing about it all day in school, I decide this government no longer represents the best interests of me or the American people ... | |
[WP] Humans are the only sapient species to naturally evolve. All of the other races had a " Caretaker " race that guided their evolution. Naturally, the aliens are horrified, thinking that our " Caretaker " race abandoned us. | Chelak regarded the being with cautious eyes. His hands tightened around his laser spear, and he fought the urge to outright destroy it. Chelak had let his home mate with theirs out of pure curiosity, but he began to regret his decision when he saw the being for the first time. It came into his home clad in white garb ... | The Caretakers Take Notice
As a caretaker race, we’ve never thought that there could be an abandoned species. Nurture, grow, and create; our species has always had a plan. We are the top; nothing is above us. The creator becomes ourselves. So many races, so much to guide.
How could a race develop without guidance? Th... | |
[WP] Humans are the only sapient species to naturally evolve. All of the other races had a " Caretaker " race that guided their evolution. Naturally, the aliens are horrified, thinking that our " Caretaker " race abandoned us. | "What do you mean you don't know about the Caretaker? It was single most predominant species in the Galaxy!"
"Yes, but if the Caretaker uplifts many species in the Galaxy, then the Caretaker themselves must be evolved naturally, so...." The human ambassador sighed. She never thought the first meeting on Galactic Congr... | The Caretakers Take Notice
As a caretaker race, we’ve never thought that there could be an abandoned species. Nurture, grow, and create; our species has always had a plan. We are the top; nothing is above us. The creator becomes ourselves. So many races, so much to guide.
How could a race develop without guidance? Th... | |
[WP] Humans are the only sapient species to naturally evolve. All of the other races had a " Caretaker " race that guided their evolution. Naturally, the aliens are horrified, thinking that our " Caretaker " race abandoned us. | Fear.
It’s something that had molded our species, in many ways dominated it. Yet with it we had grown. Fear of the dark? Fire. Fear of the other? Weapons to conquer them. Fear of fear itself? Peace. The primitive parts of our brains could still give into the old primal fears at times but as a species we had learned t... | The Caretakers Take Notice
As a caretaker race, we’ve never thought that there could be an abandoned species. Nurture, grow, and create; our species has always had a plan. We are the top; nothing is above us. The creator becomes ourselves. So many races, so much to guide.
How could a race develop without guidance? Th... | |
[WP] Humans are the only sapient species to naturally evolve. All of the other races had a " Caretaker " race that guided their evolution. Naturally, the aliens are horrified, thinking that our " Caretaker " race abandoned us. | "What do you mean you don't know about the Caretaker? It was single most predominant species in the Galaxy!"
"Yes, but if the Caretaker uplifts many species in the Galaxy, then the Caretaker themselves must be evolved naturally, so...." The human ambassador sighed. She never thought the first meeting on Galactic Congr... | Chelak regarded the being with cautious eyes. His hands tightened around his laser spear, and he fought the urge to outright destroy it. Chelak had let his home mate with theirs out of pure curiosity, but he began to regret his decision when he saw the being for the first time. It came into his home clad in white garb ... | |
[WP] Humans are the only sapient species to naturally evolve. All of the other races had a " Caretaker " race that guided their evolution. Naturally, the aliens are horrified, thinking that our " Caretaker " race abandoned us. | Fear.
It’s something that had molded our species, in many ways dominated it. Yet with it we had grown. Fear of the dark? Fire. Fear of the other? Weapons to conquer them. Fear of fear itself? Peace. The primitive parts of our brains could still give into the old primal fears at times but as a species we had learned t... | Chelak regarded the being with cautious eyes. His hands tightened around his laser spear, and he fought the urge to outright destroy it. Chelak had let his home mate with theirs out of pure curiosity, but he began to regret his decision when he saw the being for the first time. It came into his home clad in white garb ... |
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