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[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | The entrance to the Edge of the Void bar is hard to find, partly because it doesn’t exist in time and space. I made sure of that myself. The normal rules of civility apply here, as well as a few others you wouldn’t normally find: no cult activities, no driving weaker patrons insane (see the above rule for details), and... | "Yeah, so I hear it's harder to make people go mad," the bartender says.
"Gurgle Gurgle Blah," a slightly drunk elder god says.
"Politics ruin everything, man but how about we change the topic, your drink seems to be empty, want another one," the bartender hates talking about politics, he hated it in a normal bar an... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | The bar on the edge of reality, or Id's, as it's affectionately called by customers, doesn't have a sign on the outside. In fact, for as long as I've been here, I've never been quite sure it has an outside. The inside, on the other hand, has a certain ethereal charm that never quite gets old, probably literally. Its pa... | "Yeah, so I hear it's harder to make people go mad," the bartender says.
"Gurgle Gurgle Blah," a slightly drunk elder god says.
"Politics ruin everything, man but how about we change the topic, your drink seems to be empty, want another one," the bartender hates talking about politics, he hated it in a normal bar an... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "I suck... "
"No you don't"
"She left me"
"She left you because you caught her"
Right on cue, a burst of sickly green cloud of spores erupts. In the distance, I heard sobbing.
I turn on the atmospheric generisis, some of my other patrons have allergies. Sure enough, all the spores are disappearing.
I tapped one o... | "Yeah, so I hear it's harder to make people go mad," the bartender says.
"Gurgle Gurgle Blah," a slightly drunk elder god says.
"Politics ruin everything, man but how about we change the topic, your drink seems to be empty, want another one," the bartender hates talking about politics, he hated it in a normal bar an... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | When Death walked into the bar, those who could die, did. The rest mostly ignored the effects, some due to a prolonged case of immortality, others feeling that their pre-existing lack of any life signs did not warrant a reaction. I sighed, anticipating an evening cleaning up corpses, but noticeably remained breathing a... | "Yeah, so I hear it's harder to make people go mad," the bartender says.
"Gurgle Gurgle Blah," a slightly drunk elder god says.
"Politics ruin everything, man but how about we change the topic, your drink seems to be empty, want another one," the bartender hates talking about politics, he hated it in a normal bar an... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | (wasn't inspired to full story, but had this visual thought.)
The monitors beeped as she lay in the hospital bed, she strained struggling to get a few words out.
"No, no, David, I'm ready now, I'll be ok, you have to try to explain to the kids. I love you and I will always be watching over you all."
She never h... | "Yeah, so I hear it's harder to make people go mad," the bartender says.
"Gurgle Gurgle Blah," a slightly drunk elder god says.
"Politics ruin everything, man but how about we change the topic, your drink seems to be empty, want another one," the bartender hates talking about politics, he hated it in a normal bar an... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | First time /r/writingprompts, also I wrote this up on my phone while waiting for class to start, thank you!
“Things just aren't the same anymore Lucy.”
The greenskinned, grotesque elder god mumbled as he slammed another shot of whiskey.
“I'm terrifying! I make mortals go mad, Lucy, MAD. Simply laying their ey... | "Yeah, so I hear it's harder to make people go mad," the bartender says.
"Gurgle Gurgle Blah," a slightly drunk elder god says.
"Politics ruin everything, man but how about we change the topic, your drink seems to be empty, want another one," the bartender hates talking about politics, he hated it in a normal bar an... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | I reach for a glass to pour my next customers drink. My hand and arm curves through space, spiralling through dimensions and shifting state before landing on target. I don’t have to draw it back. I was already handing the full glass to the customer before I began to move. Strands of time knot around me and effect follo... | "Yeah, so I hear it's harder to make people go mad," the bartender says.
"Gurgle Gurgle Blah," a slightly drunk elder god says.
"Politics ruin everything, man but how about we change the topic, your drink seems to be empty, want another one," the bartender hates talking about politics, he hated it in a normal bar an... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | The bar itself is much smaller than you’d think. Considering the patrons, their various titles, deeds, existences, powers... you might expect the place itself to be unfathomable.
Luckily, or unfortunately, it’s actually rather quaint.
The bar is always nearly empty, and the customers are rarely the chatty type. One, ... | Here he comes again. My favorite patron. I say he, for lack of background on this gruffly suit of armor that always sits at the third stool from the left, and orders a club soda. This guy doesn’t even have eyeballs. The first time he came in was a nightmare; a cocky young demigod wanted a conversation with the entity, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | When Death walked into the bar, those who could die, did. The rest mostly ignored the effects, some due to a prolonged case of immortality, others feeling that their pre-existing lack of any life signs did not warrant a reaction. I sighed, anticipating an evening cleaning up corpses, but noticeably remained breathing a... | Here he comes again. My favorite patron. I say he, for lack of background on this gruffly suit of armor that always sits at the third stool from the left, and orders a club soda. This guy doesn’t even have eyeballs. The first time he came in was a nightmare; a cocky young demigod wanted a conversation with the entity, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | (wasn't inspired to full story, but had this visual thought.)
The monitors beeped as she lay in the hospital bed, she strained struggling to get a few words out.
"No, no, David, I'm ready now, I'll be ok, you have to try to explain to the kids. I love you and I will always be watching over you all."
She never h... | Here he comes again. My favorite patron. I say he, for lack of background on this gruffly suit of armor that always sits at the third stool from the left, and orders a club soda. This guy doesn’t even have eyeballs. The first time he came in was a nightmare; a cocky young demigod wanted a conversation with the entity, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | First time /r/writingprompts, also I wrote this up on my phone while waiting for class to start, thank you!
“Things just aren't the same anymore Lucy.”
The greenskinned, grotesque elder god mumbled as he slammed another shot of whiskey.
“I'm terrifying! I make mortals go mad, Lucy, MAD. Simply laying their ey... | Here he comes again. My favorite patron. I say he, for lack of background on this gruffly suit of armor that always sits at the third stool from the left, and orders a club soda. This guy doesn’t even have eyeballs. The first time he came in was a nightmare; a cocky young demigod wanted a conversation with the entity, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | I reach for a glass to pour my next customers drink. My hand and arm curves through space, spiralling through dimensions and shifting state before landing on target. I don’t have to draw it back. I was already handing the full glass to the customer before I began to move. Strands of time knot around me and effect follo... | Here he comes again. My favorite patron. I say he, for lack of background on this gruffly suit of armor that always sits at the third stool from the left, and orders a club soda. This guy doesn’t even have eyeballs. The first time he came in was a nightmare; a cocky young demigod wanted a conversation with the entity, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | It was that time of day again. The Love rush. All of the stuff people back on Earth thought was made up by that Lovecraft guy. Oh how wrong they were.
First through the doors, as always, was a Shoggoth. He sat down in his usual spot. “Give me the usual,” he told me. I had to glance down at the paper on the counter to ... | Here he comes again. My favorite patron. I say he, for lack of background on this gruffly suit of armor that always sits at the third stool from the left, and orders a club soda. This guy doesn’t even have eyeballs. The first time he came in was a nightmare; a cocky young demigod wanted a conversation with the entity, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "Alright, Mil'gtÿπt'roth, I think you've had enough."
"╘╪=╧╞▼╧=├┬τk!"
"Not with that attitude, you're not."
"ԇԂӨԂӽᴞᴽᵹ?"
"C'mon, you think I was born yesterday?"
Mil'gtÿπt'roth, Greatlord of Oblivion and Bringer of Ends, shakily pushed himself up off the bar and onto his 4 million legs.
"ᵳᵾᵠᵮᶋԇẛὯ."
"Oh, please. ... | Here he comes again. My favorite patron. I say he, for lack of background on this gruffly suit of armor that always sits at the third stool from the left, and orders a club soda. This guy doesn’t even have eyeballs. The first time he came in was a nightmare; a cocky young demigod wanted a conversation with the entity, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "Do you know why your patrons don't fuss about a human running the tavern at the edge of all existence?"
My hand had just pulled away from shelving the bourbon when the customer spoke. I took my time in returning my attention to the Q. He was dressed in some space-aged uniform from a corner of time I was unfamiliar wi... | Here he comes again. My favorite patron. I say he, for lack of background on this gruffly suit of armor that always sits at the third stool from the left, and orders a club soda. This guy doesn’t even have eyeballs. The first time he came in was a nightmare; a cocky young demigod wanted a conversation with the entity, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | When Death walked into the bar, those who could die, did. The rest mostly ignored the effects, some due to a prolonged case of immortality, others feeling that their pre-existing lack of any life signs did not warrant a reaction. I sighed, anticipating an evening cleaning up corpses, but noticeably remained breathing a... | Our shitters are gender neutral. Well, let’s just say neutral since most of these lowlifes have too many holes and parts to be useful for anything resembling sex. When these jerks come in from the bar, all semblance of civility goes right down the commode with their excretions when they manage to get it in the actual c... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | (wasn't inspired to full story, but had this visual thought.)
The monitors beeped as she lay in the hospital bed, she strained struggling to get a few words out.
"No, no, David, I'm ready now, I'll be ok, you have to try to explain to the kids. I love you and I will always be watching over you all."
She never h... | The bar itself is much smaller than you’d think. Considering the patrons, their various titles, deeds, existences, powers... you might expect the place itself to be unfathomable.
Luckily, or unfortunately, it’s actually rather quaint.
The bar is always nearly empty, and the customers are rarely the chatty type. One, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | First time /r/writingprompts, also I wrote this up on my phone while waiting for class to start, thank you!
“Things just aren't the same anymore Lucy.”
The greenskinned, grotesque elder god mumbled as he slammed another shot of whiskey.
“I'm terrifying! I make mortals go mad, Lucy, MAD. Simply laying their ey... | The bar itself is much smaller than you’d think. Considering the patrons, their various titles, deeds, existences, powers... you might expect the place itself to be unfathomable.
Luckily, or unfortunately, it’s actually rather quaint.
The bar is always nearly empty, and the customers are rarely the chatty type. One, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | I reach for a glass to pour my next customers drink. My hand and arm curves through space, spiralling through dimensions and shifting state before landing on target. I don’t have to draw it back. I was already handing the full glass to the customer before I began to move. Strands of time knot around me and effect follo... | The bar itself is much smaller than you’d think. Considering the patrons, their various titles, deeds, existences, powers... you might expect the place itself to be unfathomable.
Luckily, or unfortunately, it’s actually rather quaint.
The bar is always nearly empty, and the customers are rarely the chatty type. One, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "Alright, Mil'gtÿπt'roth, I think you've had enough."
"╘╪=╧╞▼╧=├┬τk!"
"Not with that attitude, you're not."
"ԇԂӨԂӽᴞᴽᵹ?"
"C'mon, you think I was born yesterday?"
Mil'gtÿπt'roth, Greatlord of Oblivion and Bringer of Ends, shakily pushed himself up off the bar and onto his 4 million legs.
"ᵳᵾᵠᵮᶋԇẛὯ."
"Oh, please. ... | The bar itself is much smaller than you’d think. Considering the patrons, their various titles, deeds, existences, powers... you might expect the place itself to be unfathomable.
Luckily, or unfortunately, it’s actually rather quaint.
The bar is always nearly empty, and the customers are rarely the chatty type. One, ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "Alright, Mil'gtÿπt'roth, I think you've had enough."
"╘╪=╧╞▼╧=├┬τk!"
"Not with that attitude, you're not."
"ԇԂӨԂӽᴞᴽᵹ?"
"C'mon, you think I was born yesterday?"
Mil'gtÿπt'roth, Greatlord of Oblivion and Bringer of Ends, shakily pushed himself up off the bar and onto his 4 million legs.
"ᵳᵾᵠᵮᶋԇẛὯ."
"Oh, please. ... | ”Can I get a Bloody Drowner?” He demanded with a snappy voice and looked into me with his black separated eyes.
I kept my attention directed at him, displeased by his kind none the least. I resisted the urge to call him…or her what it deserves. They try to tell me what to do and demand free drinks as they loiter and... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | The metal door slid open. I played my usual game. Was it Stretch, Gannon, Coms? Or maybe it was a new face. Someone with an untold story or some fresh new intel.
The tall, bent over figure lurched slowly into the light and walked towards the bar. I exhaled slowly.
Gannondorp slammed thirty units down onto the bar, th... | ”Can I get a Bloody Drowner?” He demanded with a snappy voice and looked into me with his black separated eyes.
I kept my attention directed at him, displeased by his kind none the least. I resisted the urge to call him…or her what it deserves. They try to tell me what to do and demand free drinks as they loiter and... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | Ink-black black; fine-in-trial|underwhelmed-in-present rejoinder--[Tripping through]<nervous idles and [flying afore ^ aft]<for after: gusts of guests|host of host||black>[sit loud in din].
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Port>[parted] ^ YHWH>[thresh threshold]; attentive attendees>[attend-in-attention]; inattentive ina... | ”Can I get a Bloody Drowner?” He demanded with a snappy voice and looked into me with his black separated eyes.
I kept my attention directed at him, displeased by his kind none the least. I resisted the urge to call him…or her what it deserves. They try to tell me what to do and demand free drinks as they loiter and... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | My place wasn't the sort of place you heard about, or the type of place that you looked for. No, my place was the place you stumbled across, like that one cheap restaurant by the liquor store that has really good chicken wings. Only, mine served beer, ale, mead, wine and the occasional suckling boar.
I was the only ba... | ”Can I get a Bloody Drowner?” He demanded with a snappy voice and looked into me with his black separated eyes.
I kept my attention directed at him, displeased by his kind none the least. I resisted the urge to call him…or her what it deserves. They try to tell me what to do and demand free drinks as they loiter and... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "Do you know why your patrons don't fuss about a human running the tavern at the edge of all existence?"
My hand had just pulled away from shelving the bourbon when the customer spoke. I took my time in returning my attention to the Q. He was dressed in some space-aged uniform from a corner of time I was unfamiliar wi... | ”Can I get a Bloody Drowner?” He demanded with a snappy voice and looked into me with his black separated eyes.
I kept my attention directed at him, displeased by his kind none the least. I resisted the urge to call him…or her what it deserves. They try to tell me what to do and demand free drinks as they loiter and... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "Alright, Mil'gtÿπt'roth, I think you've had enough."
"╘╪=╧╞▼╧=├┬τk!"
"Not with that attitude, you're not."
"ԇԂӨԂӽᴞᴽᵹ?"
"C'mon, you think I was born yesterday?"
Mil'gtÿπt'roth, Greatlord of Oblivion and Bringer of Ends, shakily pushed himself up off the bar and onto his 4 million legs.
"ᵳᵾᵠᵮᶋԇẛὯ."
"Oh, please. ... | It was that time of day again. The Love rush. All of the stuff people back on Earth thought was made up by that Lovecraft guy. Oh how wrong they were.
First through the doors, as always, was a Shoggoth. He sat down in his usual spot. “Give me the usual,” he told me. I had to glance down at the paper on the counter to ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | Ink-black black; fine-in-trial|underwhelmed-in-present rejoinder--[Tripping through]<nervous idles and [flying afore ^ aft]<for after: gusts of guests|host of host||black>[sit loud in din].
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Port>[parted] ^ YHWH>[thresh threshold]; attentive attendees>[attend-in-attention]; inattentive ina... | The metal door slid open. I played my usual game. Was it Stretch, Gannon, Coms? Or maybe it was a new face. Someone with an untold story or some fresh new intel.
The tall, bent over figure lurched slowly into the light and walked towards the bar. I exhaled slowly.
Gannondorp slammed thirty units down onto the bar, th... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | My place wasn't the sort of place you heard about, or the type of place that you looked for. No, my place was the place you stumbled across, like that one cheap restaurant by the liquor store that has really good chicken wings. Only, mine served beer, ale, mead, wine and the occasional suckling boar.
I was the only ba... | The metal door slid open. I played my usual game. Was it Stretch, Gannon, Coms? Or maybe it was a new face. Someone with an untold story or some fresh new intel.
The tall, bent over figure lurched slowly into the light and walked towards the bar. I exhaled slowly.
Gannondorp slammed thirty units down onto the bar, th... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "Do you know why your patrons don't fuss about a human running the tavern at the edge of all existence?"
My hand had just pulled away from shelving the bourbon when the customer spoke. I took my time in returning my attention to the Q. He was dressed in some space-aged uniform from a corner of time I was unfamiliar wi... | The metal door slid open. I played my usual game. Was it Stretch, Gannon, Coms? Or maybe it was a new face. Someone with an untold story or some fresh new intel.
The tall, bent over figure lurched slowly into the light and walked towards the bar. I exhaled slowly.
Gannondorp slammed thirty units down onto the bar, th... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "Do you know why your patrons don't fuss about a human running the tavern at the edge of all existence?"
My hand had just pulled away from shelving the bourbon when the customer spoke. I took my time in returning my attention to the Q. He was dressed in some space-aged uniform from a corner of time I was unfamiliar wi... | Ink-black black; fine-in-trial|underwhelmed-in-present rejoinder--[Tripping through]<nervous idles and [flying afore ^ aft]<for after: gusts of guests|host of host||black>[sit loud in din].
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Port>[parted] ^ YHWH>[thresh threshold]; attentive attendees>[attend-in-attention]; inattentive ina... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "Do you know why your patrons don't fuss about a human running the tavern at the edge of all existence?"
My hand had just pulled away from shelving the bourbon when the customer spoke. I took my time in returning my attention to the Q. He was dressed in some space-aged uniform from a corner of time I was unfamiliar wi... | My place wasn't the sort of place you heard about, or the type of place that you looked for. No, my place was the place you stumbled across, like that one cheap restaurant by the liquor store that has really good chicken wings. Only, mine served beer, ale, mead, wine and the occasional suckling boar.
I was the only ba... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | There are bad years and then there are the years where a hive mind walks into your bar - well, walking is putting it lightly. Think more of a swollen stormwater pipe during heavy rain. Hopefully that will give you an image of what the doorway looked like for a good six months.
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I waited, at least three ae... | The bar at the edge of reality screams in silence. It's always ghost packed, our customers laugh in mourning and yell their secrets across the room. Music plays. No one dances. Everyone drinks their steaming cups of cold coffee. The living dead wander the bar. They kiss their enemies. Fight with their lovers. All the ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | I am a good bartender.
This is somewhat surprising, since I do not do many of the things that bartenders usually do. Bartenders, for one thing, usually provide their patrons with drinks, but I do not. I do provide my patrons with the *memories* of drinks - memories I have borrowed from other patrons from other parts o... | The bar at the edge of reality screams in silence. It's always ghost packed, our customers laugh in mourning and yell their secrets across the room. Music plays. No one dances. Everyone drinks their steaming cups of cold coffee. The living dead wander the bar. They kiss their enemies. Fight with their lovers. All the ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | For a moment, I flushed pale. No possible education or study could have prepared me for what I was witnessing. But, as with all things, I calmed my mind. The incomprehensible beings filled row after row of booths and chairs in the quaint, old pub I had found myself in. My arrival was a mystery to me, but my curiosity o... | The bar at the edge of reality screams in silence. It's always ghost packed, our customers laugh in mourning and yell their secrets across the room. Music plays. No one dances. Everyone drinks their steaming cups of cold coffee. The living dead wander the bar. They kiss their enemies. Fight with their lovers. All the ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | "Morn." Nod to the patrons, untap taps get the alcohol fermenting take tips get paid find change give change quick snack sort mugs take orders deal with leftovers.
Quiet morning. So quiet that two of my arms started playing rock paper scissors to determine who washes the bar.
The Old One in isle 5 wanted a refill so ... | The bar at the edge of reality screams in silence. It's always ghost packed, our customers laugh in mourning and yell their secrets across the room. Music plays. No one dances. Everyone drinks their steaming cups of cold coffee. The living dead wander the bar. They kiss their enemies. Fight with their lovers. All the ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | “Did she really have to take the dog? Like, really? It isn’t frickin’ enough to break all my hearts?”
He flailed his tentacles to emphasise the point, but he was more morose than angry, and he did little damage other than sending a couple of empty shot glasses crashing to the floor. It was ok, he tipped well enough to... | The bar at the edge of reality screams in silence. It's always ghost packed, our customers laugh in mourning and yell their secrets across the room. Music plays. No one dances. Everyone drinks their steaming cups of cold coffee. The living dead wander the bar. They kiss their enemies. Fight with their lovers. All the ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | I am a good bartender.
This is somewhat surprising, since I do not do many of the things that bartenders usually do. Bartenders, for one thing, usually provide their patrons with drinks, but I do not. I do provide my patrons with the *memories* of drinks - memories I have borrowed from other patrons from other parts o... | There are bad years and then there are the years where a hive mind walks into your bar - well, walking is putting it lightly. Think more of a swollen stormwater pipe during heavy rain. Hopefully that will give you an image of what the doorway looked like for a good six months.
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I waited, at least three ae... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | For a moment, I flushed pale. No possible education or study could have prepared me for what I was witnessing. But, as with all things, I calmed my mind. The incomprehensible beings filled row after row of booths and chairs in the quaint, old pub I had found myself in. My arrival was a mystery to me, but my curiosity o... | There are bad years and then there are the years where a hive mind walks into your bar - well, walking is putting it lightly. Think more of a swollen stormwater pipe during heavy rain. Hopefully that will give you an image of what the doorway looked like for a good six months.
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I waited, at least three ae... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | “Did she really have to take the dog? Like, really? It isn’t frickin’ enough to break all my hearts?”
He flailed his tentacles to emphasise the point, but he was more morose than angry, and he did little damage other than sending a couple of empty shot glasses crashing to the floor. It was ok, he tipped well enough to... | There are bad years and then there are the years where a hive mind walks into your bar - well, walking is putting it lightly. Think more of a swollen stormwater pipe during heavy rain. Hopefully that will give you an image of what the doorway looked like for a good six months.
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I waited, at least three ae... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | “Did she really have to take the dog? Like, really? It isn’t frickin’ enough to break all my hearts?”
He flailed his tentacles to emphasise the point, but he was more morose than angry, and he did little damage other than sending a couple of empty shot glasses crashing to the floor. It was ok, he tipped well enough to... | "Morn." Nod to the patrons, untap taps get the alcohol fermenting take tips get paid find change give change quick snack sort mugs take orders deal with leftovers.
Quiet morning. So quiet that two of my arms started playing rock paper scissors to determine who washes the bar.
The Old One in isle 5 wanted a refill so ... | |
[WP] You run a bar that exists on the edge of reality. Your usual patrons include cosmic horrors, eldritch abominations and elder gods. | “Did she really have to take the dog? Like, really? It isn’t frickin’ enough to break all my hearts?”
He flailed his tentacles to emphasise the point, but he was more morose than angry, and he did little damage other than sending a couple of empty shot glasses crashing to the floor. It was ok, he tipped well enough to... | "Ah. Horrors beyond the material made manifest..." Said a girl with eyes like windows to thousands of realities. "And they choose to be here. The thought was interesting enough. I had to bare witness for myself."
A drink was being poured for the girl by a man behind the bar. The contents of said drink made an inaudibl... | |
[WP] It's your first day on the job as a police officer. You are playing around with your radar gun when it clocks in at 125 mph. The only problem: you were aiming at a brick wall. | Officer Gonzales is a rookie cop who doesn't play by the rules. Since the day he was born, clocking out of his mother at 125 miles per hour, he learned the hard way there's nobody you can depend on in this world. They always leave you behind.
Born on the road with the wind in his face, and 125 miles of land an hour be... | Arthur was not supposed to fry PD equipment so soon.
Of course, that was somewhat inevitable. The Conduit inside of him had the energy of a raging storm. Anything bigger than a small flashlight tended to go haywire near him, if he wasn't very careful. His life had taken a turn towards the strange since he gained it, ... | |
[WP] It's your first day on the job as a police officer. You are playing around with your radar gun when it clocks in at 125 mph. The only problem: you were aiming at a brick wall. | Due to extensive research done by the University of Pittsburgh, diamond has been confirmed as the hardest metal known to man. The research is as follows:
Pocket-protected scientists built a wall made of iron and crashed a diamond car into it at 400 miles per hour, and the car was unharmed. They then built a wall out o... | I looled at the screen - 125 mph.
"Oh shit" I thought, as I was well ware this gun had never failed me, I had it for years.
I looked off the screen and saw... nothing. I couldn't have possible seen anything as the bricks were covering my eyes comoletely and by the time you, the reader, understands what happened, they... | |
[WP] In the galaxy, magic is the pinnacle of technology. Humans have just achieved the pinnacle of technology which isn't magic. | Major Jayce Andrews, Terran Space Marine Corps., stood at one end of the atrium, and looked across the many species of aliens lining either side. At the far side, Boran, a poly-pedal Gumbit with both an endo/exo hybrid skeleton, stood holding a silver rod.
"Thank you," Major Andrews addressed the crowd, and waited fo... | The humans have always been a strange race compared to the in the galaxy choosing to use with more tangible technology instead of "magic" but now they have surpassed any other group in the galaxy with the new fully realistic sound, feel, and visual fuck bot 1000000 it is 110% perfect and once you use it you could never... | |
[WP] An AI controlled government forces people to upload their DNA for duplication and editing in attempts to make a better stronger copy of you after which forces you to fight to the death to see who emerges. While everyone else is almost always killed you have survived 8 rounds why? | “I never would have guessed that my code would go on to kill every other human being on Earth, especially since I designed it specifically to prevent peoples’ deaths to avoidable genetic disorders. Oh well, at least the Program compiled without any errors. Hopefully it’ll give up when it realizes- SHIT”
The massive, m... | *The crowd around the gladiator was pounding the glass, yelling for the natural human.*
"Who's next? Ah... I never knew, myself. What do you have on me now! Pitiful machine, I will tear you to shreds."
"Ah, now, you will die."
"I will die?"
"You will die."
"Is that all you say? You will learn when you have the blo... | |
[WP] Describe, with the butterfly effect, how your coworker's fuckup led to world war III and the destruction of humanity. | Everybody makes mistakes. That is what my mom used to say back in the day whenever my little brother destroyed one of my toys or decided to use my homework to make confetti or the time he drowned my tortoise in our neighbours swimming pool. Well, I have since forgiven him and when my mother asked me to put in a good wo... | David was my best friend. We literally met at our births, our moms found each other on /r/community-births and happened to deliver us to the Netherlands at exactly the same time. During the next 26 years we were together. Mostly because our moms went on to be friends, incredibly close friends, they married three years ... | |
[WP] Describe, with the butterfly effect, how your coworker's fuckup led to world war III and the destruction of humanity. | "Oh please fucking tell us!"
"Are you kidding? Screaming?!? I just said we are SEALED IN, as in no more oxygen. Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"No. This mother fucker is always muttering about how 'this is my fault.' and all that bullshit. Maybe he's not a doppy sad-sack and caused all this. Maybe before I die I want to wrap ... | He throws used battery in the bin, sure lots of people does that but this time it explodes at the landfill and unfortunately the methane gas was so dense it explodes and splash junk all over the town. The crazy old conspiracy theorist stuck in the cold war era blames the Russian, and now people believe him. The mayor c... | |
[WP] Describe, with the butterfly effect, how your coworker's fuckup led to world war III and the destruction of humanity. | Everybody makes mistakes. That is what my mom used to say back in the day whenever my little brother destroyed one of my toys or decided to use my homework to make confetti or the time he drowned my tortoise in our neighbours swimming pool. Well, I have since forgiven him and when my mother asked me to put in a good wo... | He throws used battery in the bin, sure lots of people does that but this time it explodes at the landfill and unfortunately the methane gas was so dense it explodes and splash junk all over the town. The crazy old conspiracy theorist stuck in the cold war era blames the Russian, and now people believe him. The mayor c... | |
[WP] Describe, with the butterfly effect, how your coworker's fuckup led to world war III and the destruction of humanity. | "...and so, the return, no matter what, should be, about 50.5%. Plus or minus a few hundredths. Slow and steady, but bankable."
"How does that work out?"
"Physics."
"Like electrical engineering? Close to the metal stuff?"
"No, not even. I just borrowed a model from a physics paper I was using. It's some crazy stuff... | He throws used battery in the bin, sure lots of people does that but this time it explodes at the landfill and unfortunately the methane gas was so dense it explodes and splash junk all over the town. The crazy old conspiracy theorist stuck in the cold war era blames the Russian, and now people believe him. The mayor c... | |
[WP] Describe, with the butterfly effect, how your coworker's fuckup led to world war III and the destruction of humanity. | My buddy Steve at work, he fucked up. Fucked up bad.
Steve has to sort out shipping. Or at least he used to have sort out shipping. We make bespoke machined cogs, specialist stuff. Goes all around the world. We have some pretty serious customers. I can’t talk about them really as it’s secret, classified. Although it ... | He throws used battery in the bin, sure lots of people does that but this time it explodes at the landfill and unfortunately the methane gas was so dense it explodes and splash junk all over the town. The crazy old conspiracy theorist stuck in the cold war era blames the Russian, and now people believe him. The mayor c... | |
[WP] Describe, with the butterfly effect, how your coworker's fuckup led to world war III and the destruction of humanity. | Everybody makes mistakes. That is what my mom used to say back in the day whenever my little brother destroyed one of my toys or decided to use my homework to make confetti or the time he drowned my tortoise in our neighbours swimming pool. Well, I have since forgiven him and when my mother asked me to put in a good wo... | "Oh please fucking tell us!"
"Are you kidding? Screaming?!? I just said we are SEALED IN, as in no more oxygen. Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"No. This mother fucker is always muttering about how 'this is my fault.' and all that bullshit. Maybe he's not a doppy sad-sack and caused all this. Maybe before I die I want to wrap ... | |
From [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/ImaginaryTechnology/comments/7apvaw/looks_like_a_helmet_let_me_try_it_on_by_yintion_j/) cool thread. | [WP] You're a young member of a remote tribe. You find an alien cybernetic looking helmet next to a crash site out in the wild. You strap it on, the ship starts re-assembling itself. The engines fire up --on the HUD you see seven incoming red objects. | I had snuck off from my gathering party… again. I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but my curiosity always got the better of me. I hopped along the path, my feet first landing on soft spongy grass and then the solid black stone. Papa said the black stone made a path that stretched the entire world. It was from the Ones Befor... | I am out biking in the woods when I see a comet or shooting star or something. It's getting...oh shit I say as I dive into a ditch. The explosion is crazy but blows right over me. I stand up dazed and see lots of smoke. I am lucky it happened so fast that the ditch I was in was untouched. I start walking crazily toward... |
From [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/ImaginaryTechnology/comments/7apvaw/looks_like_a_helmet_let_me_try_it_on_by_yintion_j/) cool thread. | [WP] You're a young member of a remote tribe. You find an alien cybernetic looking helmet next to a crash site out in the wild. You strap it on, the ship starts re-assembling itself. The engines fire up --on the HUD you see seven incoming red objects. | There are many dead spirits within the tall trees. When Mother Moon is full and the crickets quiet you can hear them whisper the legends of its people. One such legend, whispered from the forest to the elders and the elders to the children, is the tale of EElock-Hi. The Fire Bird King.
Before the Fire Bird King gained... | I am out biking in the woods when I see a comet or shooting star or something. It's getting...oh shit I say as I dive into a ditch. The explosion is crazy but blows right over me. I stand up dazed and see lots of smoke. I am lucky it happened so fast that the ditch I was in was untouched. I start walking crazily toward... |
[WP] You attempt to pronounce some of the furniture names at Ikea. In doing so, you've summoned a demon. | *Maindel vaamb Maratae. Maindel smer Michael. Maindel vaamb...IKEA, this is Jeff speaking.*
You know that feeling when you realize that you've really messed up? You're feeling that right now. It's not obvious just what you've done, but holy shit, you've done something.
The IKEA where you just got through training as ... | So, picture this: I'm at Ikea, looking around a new section with Some furniture with the Swedish names still on the label. I look at a piece of furniture I liked. It was a kind of cupboard. I decided I was going to buy it, and looked at the name. I had learned a bit of Swedish for no reason, just because I wanted to. I... | |
[WP] You attempt to pronounce some of the furniture names at Ikea. In doing so, you've summoned a demon. | Umlauts... fucking umlauts, I swear to... whoever, whatever idiot decided to wed the Roman alphabet to a culture that had previously only used runes for writing deserves to be dealing with this catastrophe more than me. Then again, maybe they did.
Furniture; cheap, crap-tier furniture is all I'd mentally prepared my... | So, picture this: I'm at Ikea, looking around a new section with Some furniture with the Swedish names still on the label. I look at a piece of furniture I liked. It was a kind of cupboard. I decided I was going to buy it, and looked at the name. I had learned a bit of Swedish for no reason, just because I wanted to. I... | |
[WP] You attempt to pronounce some of the furniture names at Ikea. In doing so, you've summoned a demon. | “Riiiiktig,” whispered Skylar, squinting as she gritted her teeth and tried to push the pronunciation out of her mouth. “Ooooogla? Weird ass way to spell ‘curtain rings’ amirite?”
Skylar tapped at the curtain rings and sort of laughed awkwardly to herself. There was nobody else around her. She’d gotten herself pretty... | So, picture this: I'm at Ikea, looking around a new section with Some furniture with the Swedish names still on the label. I look at a piece of furniture I liked. It was a kind of cupboard. I decided I was going to buy it, and looked at the name. I had learned a bit of Swedish for no reason, just because I wanted to. I... | |
[WP] You attempt to pronounce some of the furniture names at Ikea. In doing so, you've summoned a demon. | Umlauts... fucking umlauts, I swear to... whoever, whatever idiot decided to wed the Roman alphabet to a culture that had previously only used runes for writing deserves to be dealing with this catastrophe more than me. Then again, maybe they did.
Furniture; cheap, crap-tier furniture is all I'd mentally prepared my... | *Maindel vaamb Maratae. Maindel smer Michael. Maindel vaamb...IKEA, this is Jeff speaking.*
You know that feeling when you realize that you've really messed up? You're feeling that right now. It's not obvious just what you've done, but holy shit, you've done something.
The IKEA where you just got through training as ... | |
Bonus points if a therapist is involved. | [WP] In a world where mental illness is literally a battle in someone's mind, describe a fight between someone and their illness. | "Hello. It's been a while."
Panic cut me all the way through. That voice. That feigned friendliness. That irresistible draw.
She was back.
"What the fuck do you want?"
My words came out in spite of me, dripping black with venom, the tip of my tongue stained dark with its malice.
She smiled.
"I want the same th... | “Oh my gosh,” I sighed, flopping onto the bed, tired from my busy day at work. That was the great thing about my life, work. It keeps me focused, distracted, making sure I don’t sink to ‘it’s’ level. I closed my eyes, smelling my sheets of the faint soapy smell before opening my eyes and seeing the open field. It was c... |
Bonus points if a therapist is involved. | [WP] In a world where mental illness is literally a battle in someone's mind, describe a fight between someone and their illness. | "Hello. It's been a while."
Panic cut me all the way through. That voice. That feigned friendliness. That irresistible draw.
She was back.
"What the fuck do you want?"
My words came out in spite of me, dripping black with venom, the tip of my tongue stained dark with its malice.
She smiled.
"I want the same th... | "You're weak."
She rose before me, slender and beautiful, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and curling at her waist. She moved with the grace of a lion stalking its prey. The cruel smirk she wore told me I was her prey.
"You can't do anything right," she said, her voice cutting my like swords. As I thought it... |
[WP] The greatest mistake they made was stealing your heart. You are the Tin Man, and Oz is under attack. | Wings flapped and monkeys shrieked all around as the Tin Man brandished his axe. The Emperor of the Winkies had lost the one thing that mattered to him. His heart, and he would find it no matter what.
The wandering pack of the Wicked Witches' monkeys were to be the first of his victims. Not out of anger, but necessity... | The lion's battle roar had turned to a half-hearted, distant chuckle.
The scarecrow's strategies and observations had dimmed to submission.
The girl and her dog no longer sought after a place called home, wandering, attached to neither place nor persons.
They had all haphazardly gathered, guarded by myself, a man of... | |
[WP] You can freeze time only if you're holding your breath. You were halfway across the busy intersection when you spotted it: A bullet, aimed at her chest, about to impact the windscreen. | The light turned red just seconds before I arrived at the intersection. Cars leapt from their starting positions, electric engines buzzing angrily as they surged down the road.
I sighed heavily and checked my watch.
15:15
I still had 15 minutes and my destination in the Howard-Phillips Complex was another few mi... | Sorry for changing it up boys but I liked the prompt
Jeremy was halfway across the street when he noticed the bullet. He hadn't even heard the shot yet. He held his breath to buy time.
Jeremy's ability to freeze time gave him an unusual attentiveness to his surroundings, although nothing this big had ever come across... | |
[WP] Humanity is known throughout the galaxy for being kind of shit at everything they do. But today, humanity launches its first spacefaring warship. | There was no way of knowing what to expect, but Lt. Hayes felt a little better knowing his ship was equipped with 2 long-range cybermortars. This was his first excursion into space. For years Earth had committed to a peaceful presence in the solar system, but every gun, shield, and laser-guided missile in the ARES Batt... | The Xio have magnificent music, so great that it soothes the molecules of their planet to their side. It appears to be magic, something out of a fairy tale. Their cultural and artistic ways would outshine Monet, Bach, Pollock, anything in any form.
The Yver know technology at birth. It is part of their species gestal... | |
[WP] Humanity is known throughout the galaxy for being kind of shit at everything they do. But today, humanity launches its first spacefaring warship. | There was no way of knowing what to expect, but Lt. Hayes felt a little better knowing his ship was equipped with 2 long-range cybermortars. This was his first excursion into space. For years Earth had committed to a peaceful presence in the solar system, but every gun, shield, and laser-guided missile in the ARES Batt... | “Ten gloids they don’t make it off the ground.”
Inhret sighs through their eight stacked mandibles, “Baltrek, no one is taking that bet. And we can’t exchange gloids here, our armbanks aren’t compatible with Earth’s frequencies.”
Perching cross-limbed in the corner booth of an Earth diner, watching the newsreel flick... | |
Just go wild with this one, I guess. I can’t come up with a better title. | [WP] When a person reincarnates, they grow more resistant to whatever killed them in their previous lives. | Have you ever wondered why your friend can touch a pan on the hot stove, stay underwater for a lot longer than you would think is possible, or take a beating in a fight and be fine the next day? Well, to keep it simple, they've adapted to it. Not in the sense that they've experienced it in their current form and have c... | I need to go, I need to hurry up. The queen needs more nutrition! We don't have much time, summer won't last long, I need to hurry up!
Terry took the route on the left, it is clear then, I should go that way too. I got quite the haul, a pure sweet crystal of brown. It is heavy, but I can carry it. If onl-
Hey, who to... |
Just go wild with this one, I guess. I can’t come up with a better title. | [WP] When a person reincarnates, they grow more resistant to whatever killed them in their previous lives. | Have you ever wondered why your friend can touch a pan on the hot stove, stay underwater for a lot longer than you would think is possible, or take a beating in a fight and be fine the next day? Well, to keep it simple, they've adapted to it. Not in the sense that they've experienced it in their current form and have c... | Everyone starts out with a blank slate. As vulnerable as a newborn babe to whatever so decides to take a strike at them. The one's that seem to die from the most mundane things, like tripping and cracking their head open, rather than just skinning a knee; like getting the flu, and having their entire immune system shut... |
Just go wild with this one, I guess. I can’t come up with a better title. | [WP] When a person reincarnates, they grow more resistant to whatever killed them in their previous lives. | The first time was a truck. A really big one. You know the ones that carry oil or something? Yeah, one of those.
On my second life I burned. I was just a baby back then but still, fire is fire. So unlucky it was fire and some impact related accident. I'd have survived the latter.
My third life was quite eventful. A... | How many times must one die to become a god?
I don't know. But after 44 deaths, I've become too hard to stop by anyone you'd call normal.
And there's an awful lot of normal in this world.
All the typical ways to kill a man don't even slow me down anymore.
I've been shot many times, many calibers and gauges and pou... |
[WP] Everyone prepared for a zombie apocalypse; the werewolf apocalypse caught people by surprise. | The warnings were wrong. Sure, we got everything boarded up, but that was when the threat moved at an elderly pace and went down from a baseball bat to the dome. Had we known to invest in silver and military style combat training, we might be better off.
I'll never forget when I learned what I'd be up against for esse... | The virus shows no significant symptoms. A few light fever, following by eye bleeding, everyone thought it has stopped there.
Things turned out not that simple.
When the first full moon came after the incident, on the night, the White House shut all of its light. A convoy of government office moved all the officers ... | |
[WP] In the animal realm it is believed that if you save a human, it will grant you three wishes. | Bruno paced the floor in a small circle before lying down, dejectedly. The rain was hammering down, and the roof of his dog-house was shoddy, letting in big drops of rain that pelted him continuously. He let out a high-pitched whine that did nothing to stop the rain, and closed his eyes to try to go to sleep.
"Why are... | I'm not entirely sure how I got here. Michael has been my best friend since as long as I can remember. I've lived with him, I've chased girls with him, we hang out together every day, we eat together, I've seen all of his failed relationships, I'm happy to be a part of his current successful one, he knows all of my rel... | |
[WP] When you kill someone, their remaining life span is added to yours. Archaeologists have just found a cavern, apparently sealed off for thousands of years, with a single person living inside. | "What do you mean youve found a cave in the midlands? With the soil composition there that should be impossible!" Joseph sat at his desk listening to the phone in disbelief.
"It has some sort of carved door you say?" This piqued his interest, "Where did you say you found this cave? Near Lincoln? Isn't Lincoln a city? ... | "Another body, a fresh one."
Excitement fell into horror as pipeliners found their little archeological prize was more like a mass grave left behind by El Chapo. Horror then fell into concern when they found this corpse, perhaps 50, wasn't a corpse at all. Critically emaciated, unable to speak or move on his own, his h... | |
[WP] When you kill someone, their remaining life span is added to yours. Archaeologists have just found a cavern, apparently sealed off for thousands of years, with a single person living inside. | "Do you know where you are?" the man in the white robe asked.
"απελευθερώστε με, θνητό, και ο θάνατός σας θα είναι λιγότερο επώδυνος" I replied.
"Where are you from?" the man asked, again.
"θα σπάσω τα οστά σας, ένα προς ένα, μέχρι να ζητήσετε την απελευθέρωση του θανάτου..."
The man touched his ear and spoke, perh... | "Another body, a fresh one."
Excitement fell into horror as pipeliners found their little archeological prize was more like a mass grave left behind by El Chapo. Horror then fell into concern when they found this corpse, perhaps 50, wasn't a corpse at all. Critically emaciated, unable to speak or move on his own, his h... | |
[WP] When you kill someone, their remaining life span is added to yours. Archaeologists have just found a cavern, apparently sealed off for thousands of years, with a single person living inside. | "Still sealed?"
"Ground penetrating radar confirms. Airtight."
"Alright." I rubbed my chin, a day's worth of stubble rasping against my skin. "I just... I can't believe this. *Thousands* of years?!"
"Carbon-14 dating on the tree branches trapped in the pyroclastic flow gave us a good estimate. Obviously, it's not p... | "Another body, a fresh one."
Excitement fell into horror as pipeliners found their little archeological prize was more like a mass grave left behind by El Chapo. Horror then fell into concern when they found this corpse, perhaps 50, wasn't a corpse at all. Critically emaciated, unable to speak or move on his own, his h... | |
[WP] When you kill someone, their remaining life span is added to yours. Archaeologists have just found a cavern, apparently sealed off for thousands of years, with a single person living inside. | The archaeologists' picks rang in the icy north as they hacked and chipped at the stone leading to the entrance.
Jeb had been working with the team for months to find the cave. It was rare for such a long excavation assignment to be contracted as most employers weren't interested in history. But fortunately for Jeb, ... | "Hello? Please? Oh god, let me out of here. Has English come back? Can you understand me? I need help."
Yerik and I stood at the top of the cave near the cliff edge the creature must have fallen down. Poor thing. I shone a light down to see whether or not it was worth helping, and in the light a human being with facia... | |
[WP] When you kill someone, their remaining life span is added to yours. Archaeologists have just found a cavern, apparently sealed off for thousands of years, with a single person living inside. | I remember watching, on TV, as they pulled the woman through the courtroom and set our so-called justice on her. The proof was right before us, the lawyers said. Clearly this woman was a monster in a human skin, a long-lost relic from those forgotten ages of barbarism and endless war.
But she was hardly lucid. Millenn... | "Hello? Please? Oh god, let me out of here. Has English come back? Can you understand me? I need help."
Yerik and I stood at the top of the cave near the cliff edge the creature must have fallen down. Poor thing. I shone a light down to see whether or not it was worth helping, and in the light a human being with facia... | |
[WP] When you kill someone, their remaining life span is added to yours. Archaeologists have just found a cavern, apparently sealed off for thousands of years, with a single person living inside. | I remember watching, on TV, as they pulled the woman through the courtroom and set our so-called justice on her. The proof was right before us, the lawyers said. Clearly this woman was a monster in a human skin, a long-lost relic from those forgotten ages of barbarism and endless war.
But she was hardly lucid. Millenn... | As I opened the cavern with the new cutting edge technology of the 31st century , I was shocked to find inside of the cave a monster in shaped of a yellow clown. He looked at me with his pale white eyes and flaming red hair and whispered quietly "I'm lovin it " | |
[WP] When you kill someone, their remaining life span is added to yours. Archaeologists have just found a cavern, apparently sealed off for thousands of years, with a single person living inside. | When they come, armed to the teeth and hungry, you are not ready.
Their skin is not like yours; their mouths form shapes and create sound but you cannot understand them. They _were_ human, at some stage.
You know this like you know your own name.
The passage of time must have made them bitter, you realise, as thei... | As I opened the cavern with the new cutting edge technology of the 31st century , I was shocked to find inside of the cave a monster in shaped of a yellow clown. He looked at me with his pale white eyes and flaming red hair and whispered quietly "I'm lovin it " | |
[WP] When you kill someone, their remaining life span is added to yours. Archaeologists have just found a cavern, apparently sealed off for thousands of years, with a single person living inside. | Weeks. Years. Days? Months? Centuries?
Long. Trapped here, cold and dark and stifling. He lifts a trembling hand. Yes. Jagged rock. A cave. He remembers.
He remembers his brothers and sisters, those high and shining beings. He thinks- he thinks he shone once, too, as brightly as they. Days of glory, those were. Any... | It was a simple trick really, a bit of myth, a touch of meteorology, some carpentry.
It turns out it doesn't matter how you kill.
I turned away thousands, perhaps millions. Some asked for help and advice and I refused. I pretended they were too wicked to live, but it turns out it is I that is wicked.
The flood came.... | |
[WP] When you kill someone, their remaining life span is added to yours. Archaeologists have just found a cavern, apparently sealed off for thousands of years, with a single person living inside. | He looked about twenty five years old. Handsome, in a classical sort of way. The kind of person around whom statues get carved.
She’s never seen anything like him.
Nor had she heard anything quite like him. His language was guttural, something long dead and forgotten. Assuming, of course, it was a language. No one ha... | *To whom it may concern,*
"Greetings. Although you probably don't see me, I am most definitely here...somewhere. My name is Xavius au Titus, and I am a remnant from a lost age.
I was born in Rome, in the glorious days of Trajan, where life was undoubtedly si... | |
[WP] The Zombie apocalypse has finally happened. The dead rose from their graves all over the world. They do not however, crave flesh, eat brains or hunt humans. Honestly they don't do much of anything except shuffle around. The Zombie hordes are more of an inconvenience than the end of the world. | Bobby Wilson scanned the numbers posted on the mailboxes looking for the right address of his client. His GPS usually gave him the right place, but time was of the essence in his line of work and he preferred not to trust technology prone to error. Once he saw the house, he parked on the side of the street, downed the ... | Entry 1: This is it. The end. Well, I should explain myself. I’m Joseph Casimir, and I work at a CVS pharmacy of 10th and Main. My parents are Sara and Paul Casimir, and I’m 24.
Yesterday, the dead started rising. They would rise up from their graves and began parading around. That was it. It was just like all the zo... | |
[WP] The Zombie apocalypse has finally happened. The dead rose from their graves all over the world. They do not however, crave flesh, eat brains or hunt humans. Honestly they don't do much of anything except shuffle around. The Zombie hordes are more of an inconvenience than the end of the world. | Bobby Wilson scanned the numbers posted on the mailboxes looking for the right address of his client. His GPS usually gave him the right place, but time was of the essence in his line of work and he preferred not to trust technology prone to error. Once he saw the house, he parked on the side of the street, downed the ... | Wasn’t long ago now, the dead started walkin. I remember one Sunday morning when we were all leaving church, a whole crowd of them, Indians and cavalry men alike came shuffling in straight from a nearby battlefield, looking like the scourge of god. Didn’t take long for our own to join them.
I remember old Pastor Brow... | |
[WP] The Zombie apocalypse has finally happened. The dead rose from their graves all over the world. They do not however, crave flesh, eat brains or hunt humans. Honestly they don't do much of anything except shuffle around. The Zombie hordes are more of an inconvenience than the end of the world. | BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEP
Colin pressed the button on the answering machine.
“hello, this is Mr’s Royce, another ones gott-”
He pressed skip
“Err, Hi, I’m calling from the McGrath farm, we’ve gotten a whole flock, wait no…herd, horde? Anyway, I require your services, they are *everywhere*.”
Colin shuffled his way to t... | After the initial panic died down we took account of the situation. Yes, the dead were walking but that wasn't the worst of it. Carbon and green house gases were on the rise. The stumbling and mobs made transportation spotty at best. How could we know? The weeks that followed brought no answers from our scientific bodi... | |
[WP] The Zombie apocalypse has finally happened. The dead rose from their graves all over the world. They do not however, crave flesh, eat brains or hunt humans. Honestly they don't do much of anything except shuffle around. The Zombie hordes are more of an inconvenience than the end of the world. | Gareth sighed in frustration as his car ground to a halt behind a long stream of traffic. Yet again his journey into work was to be delayed. He would have had another hour in bed if he’d known it was going to happen again.
A week ago, when the zombie “apocalypse” first started, people the world over began panicking as... | After the initial panic died down we took account of the situation. Yes, the dead were walking but that wasn't the worst of it. Carbon and green house gases were on the rise. The stumbling and mobs made transportation spotty at best. How could we know? The weeks that followed brought no answers from our scientific bodi... | |
[WP] The Zombie apocalypse has finally happened. The dead rose from their graves all over the world. They do not however, crave flesh, eat brains or hunt humans. Honestly they don't do much of anything except shuffle around. The Zombie hordes are more of an inconvenience than the end of the world. | BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEP
Colin pressed the button on the answering machine.
“hello, this is Mr’s Royce, another ones gott-”
He pressed skip
“Err, Hi, I’m calling from the McGrath farm, we’ve gotten a whole flock, wait no…herd, horde? Anyway, I require your services, they are *everywhere*.”
Colin shuffled his way to t... | “Oi!” John announced as the rotting corpse shuffled in front of his shopping cart. “We didn’t have this kind of shite in Glasgow.”
A worried stockboy jogged up to the zombie and helped it across the aisle. “I’m very sorry, sir, that shouldn’t happen, I’m sorry.”
John grumbled forgiveness as the employee walked off, d... | |
[WP] The Zombie apocalypse has finally happened. The dead rose from their graves all over the world. They do not however, crave flesh, eat brains or hunt humans. Honestly they don't do much of anything except shuffle around. The Zombie hordes are more of an inconvenience than the end of the world. | Gareth sighed in frustration as his car ground to a halt behind a long stream of traffic. Yet again his journey into work was to be delayed. He would have had another hour in bed if he’d known it was going to happen again.
A week ago, when the zombie “apocalypse” first started, people the world over began panicking as... | “Oi!” John announced as the rotting corpse shuffled in front of his shopping cart. “We didn’t have this kind of shite in Glasgow.”
A worried stockboy jogged up to the zombie and helped it across the aisle. “I’m very sorry, sir, that shouldn’t happen, I’m sorry.”
John grumbled forgiveness as the employee walked off, d... | |
[WP] The Zombie apocalypse has finally happened. The dead rose from their graves all over the world. They do not however, crave flesh, eat brains or hunt humans. Honestly they don't do much of anything except shuffle around. The Zombie hordes are more of an inconvenience than the end of the world. | Gareth sighed in frustration as his car ground to a halt behind a long stream of traffic. Yet again his journey into work was to be delayed. He would have had another hour in bed if he’d known it was going to happen again.
A week ago, when the zombie “apocalypse” first started, people the world over began panicking as... | BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEP
Colin pressed the button on the answering machine.
“hello, this is Mr’s Royce, another ones gott-”
He pressed skip
“Err, Hi, I’m calling from the McGrath farm, we’ve gotten a whole flock, wait no…herd, horde? Anyway, I require your services, they are *everywhere*.”
Colin shuffled his way to t... | |
[WP] It's 3am. Groaning in frustration, you moan "I would do *anything* to get out of writing this paper" and smash your head into the desk. "Anything?" says the voice behind you. | Huh? I said groggily. I smacked my head a little harder than I meant to, and was seeing stars.
"You said you'd do *anything* to get out of that paper, right?
I turn around to be greeted by an elderly man, dressed in a black suit, smiling at me.
"Uhhh, yeaa... this paper is due tomorrow and I'm just bored of this cla... | ""YO WHAT?!", I say in shock.
"You said you'd do anything to get out of doing this paper so I'm just trying to get a confirmation on that", says the black figure standing at the furthest corner from me.
"Uh I was just exaggerating. Ya know? A hyperbole. Funny enough this paper is about the uses of hyperboles. Could I u... | |
[WP] It's 3am. Groaning in frustration, you moan "I would do *anything* to get out of writing this paper" and smash your head into the desk. "Anything?" says the voice behind you. | "Anything?"
Darren almost fell out of his chair as he twisted around. He was alone in his dorm room. His roommate had gone home on Friday. Hell, half of the school went home on the weekends, so there shouldn't be anyone here!
Except there was.
A man sat on the top bunk of the room's bunk bed. He had dark skin, a wi... | ""YO WHAT?!", I say in shock.
"You said you'd do anything to get out of doing this paper so I'm just trying to get a confirmation on that", says the black figure standing at the furthest corner from me.
"Uh I was just exaggerating. Ya know? A hyperbole. Funny enough this paper is about the uses of hyperboles. Could I u... | |
Basically, write a story about an infohazardous entity, where knowing or conveying information about the entity is dangerous in some way. | [WP] Do not talk about █████. Do not write about █████. Do not refer to █████ using any name. The more you know about █████, the more █████ knows about you. | "The one who shall not be named...?" Garrick offered hopefully, his aged whisper of a voice rising in question as he spoke.
Carris shook her head, her once dark hair now tinged with grey shimmying with the motion. She sat back in the wooden chair, dejectedly, frowning at the collection of tomes and scrolls scattered a... | "Hello," the man on the screen said, "I want you to pay very close attention. This could be your only warning, I don't know if anyone else will be able to get the message out. I don't know if anyone else is even still alive. This is very, very important. Don't look at *it,* don't listen to *it,* don't even think about ... |
Basically, write a story about an infohazardous entity, where knowing or conveying information about the entity is dangerous in some way. | [WP] Do not talk about █████. Do not write about █████. Do not refer to █████ using any name. The more you know about █████, the more █████ knows about you. | "The one who shall not be named...?" Garrick offered hopefully, his aged whisper of a voice rising in question as he spoke.
Carris shook her head, her once dark hair now tinged with grey shimmying with the motion. She sat back in the wooden chair, dejectedly, frowning at the collection of tomes and scrolls scattered a... | Here I am, Dr. Blackley. You are Manfred Blackley, PhD. How do I know this? You spoke a name once, a name that sticks to me, almost as effectively as your name sticks to you.
You can keep trying to ignore me. You are quite good at it. For thirty and one risings of your sun you have ignored me. Amazing, really. You hav... |
[WP] You're sitting around bored fiddling with stuff in your pocket when suddenly the text "CHEAT ACTIVATED" appears in-front of you for several seconds. | Johnny knew what to do next. He jumped up twice, squatted twice, leaned to the left and then the right twice, tapped a Bee, thought of the final letter of his country, and clicked the any key to start.
“The Konami Code” he thought to himself.
He decided to test his new limits, the text couldn’t have been fake. He decid... | This is my first story. Hope you enjoy. :)
“Finally! Can’t wait to get home!”
Honestly, couldn’t tell you how dull my job was. Sitting behind a computer screen and typing, just boring I tell you, boring! Wish something interesting could just happen. The moon was as high as it could ever be. Of course, that’s somet... | |
[WP] You're sitting around bored fiddling with stuff in your pocket when suddenly the text "CHEAT ACTIVATED" appears in-front of you for several seconds. | "CHEAT ACTIVATED"
The giant glowing message just sat there in the air. It was a blinding white-ish color, and very blocky. To be honest, It wouldn't've looked out of place in Pong. I have no idea what it meant, or how I even activated it. All I knew in the moment were the confused stares from onlookers as I just stood... | "What is this?" I think to myself, scratching at a place on my chin.
Suddenly the text blinks and changes: "Chin scratched at 12032017144655"
I stop suddenly and turn my head, trying to see what everyone else is doing. The room is full of people and there's a buzz of conversation everywhere. They don't seem to be bot... | |
[WP] You're sitting around bored fiddling with stuff in your pocket when suddenly the text "CHEAT ACTIVATED" appears in-front of you for several seconds. | Johnny knew what to do next. He jumped up twice, squatted twice, leaned to the left and then the right twice, tapped a Bee, thought of the final letter of his country, and clicked the any key to start.
“The Konami Code” he thought to himself.
He decided to test his new limits, the text couldn’t have been fake. He decid... | "What is this?" I think to myself, scratching at a place on my chin.
Suddenly the text blinks and changes: "Chin scratched at 12032017144655"
I stop suddenly and turn my head, trying to see what everyone else is doing. The room is full of people and there's a buzz of conversation everywhere. They don't seem to be bot... | |
[WP] You're sitting around bored fiddling with stuff in your pocket when suddenly the text "CHEAT ACTIVATED" appears in-front of you for several seconds. | Johnny knew what to do next. He jumped up twice, squatted twice, leaned to the left and then the right twice, tapped a Bee, thought of the final letter of his country, and clicked the any key to start.
“The Konami Code” he thought to himself.
He decided to test his new limits, the text couldn’t have been fake. He decid... | "CHEAT ACTIVATED"
The giant glowing message just sat there in the air. It was a blinding white-ish color, and very blocky. To be honest, It wouldn't've looked out of place in Pong. I have no idea what it meant, or how I even activated it. All I knew in the moment were the confused stares from onlookers as I just stood... | |
[WP] You accidentally kill a person. You instantly absorb all of their memories, intelligence, and talents. You find it feels euphoric and quite addicting. | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
- [/r/highlander] [\[WP\] You accidentally kill a person. You instantly absorb all of their memories, intelligence, and talents. You find it feels euphoric and quite addicting.](https://www.reddit.com/r/highlander/comments/7ig... | Journal entry # 1 (Day 1):
As I shot the man I felt as lifeless as the cold, dead body he was about to be. For a while. Then it hit me, everything that was him was now me. Even the pain. It burns. So. Much. But everything else, oh so delightful. Surreal in other words.
The rush of taking a man's life has no equal. Th... | |
[WP] You accidentally kill a person. You instantly absorb all of their memories, intelligence, and talents. You find it feels euphoric and quite addicting. | I am an Irish or maybe Scottish character from a show called highlander in which I weild a monster of a sword and as an eventuality will become the last of my kind since we are all trying to kill each other and I'm the main character of the show.
Also I created /r/iamverybadass | Journal entry # 1 (Day 1):
As I shot the man I felt as lifeless as the cold, dead body he was about to be. For a while. Then it hit me, everything that was him was now me. Even the pain. It burns. So. Much. But everything else, oh so delightful. Surreal in other words.
The rush of taking a man's life has no equal. Th... | |
[WP] You accidentally kill a person. You instantly absorb all of their memories, intelligence, and talents. You find it feels euphoric and quite addicting. | I'm not sure if it's appropriate to post here or not, but for those that are interested in the concept behind this writing prompt, there's a novel by Eric Nylund, named "A Game of Universe" that incorporates this concept. I enjoyed the book and thought others might like it too, if they're interested in this concept. | Journal entry # 1 (Day 1):
As I shot the man I felt as lifeless as the cold, dead body he was about to be. For a while. Then it hit me, everything that was him was now me. Even the pain. It burns. So. Much. But everything else, oh so delightful. Surreal in other words.
The rush of taking a man's life has no equal. Th... | |
[WP] You accidentally kill a person. You instantly absorb all of their memories, intelligence, and talents. You find it feels euphoric and quite addicting. | Followed by a tall figure, wearing pink sunglasses and a wide umbrella-hat, I weave in and out of garbage cans in a damp alley, catching him in my peripheral as I move past broke-down cars with shattered mirrors hanging carelessly by dismembered cables.
He moves closer still, his footsteps heard in the puddles of milk... | Journal entry # 1 (Day 1):
As I shot the man I felt as lifeless as the cold, dead body he was about to be. For a while. Then it hit me, everything that was him was now me. Even the pain. It burns. So. Much. But everything else, oh so delightful. Surreal in other words.
The rush of taking a man's life has no equal. Th... | |
[WP] You accidentally kill a person. You instantly absorb all of their memories, intelligence, and talents. You find it feels euphoric and quite addicting. | Apologies for formatting, also first attempt. Please be gentle.
I awoke feeling a strange mixture of dread, quiet acceptance, and anticipation. Beside me lay my loving wife of many years. I gently nudged her awake, and she woke lightly. We gently held hands and lay together for a long time, simply enjoying each oth... | Journal entry # 1 (Day 1):
As I shot the man I felt as lifeless as the cold, dead body he was about to be. For a while. Then it hit me, everything that was him was now me. Even the pain. It burns. So. Much. But everything else, oh so delightful. Surreal in other words.
The rush of taking a man's life has no equal. Th... | |
[WP] You accidentally kill a person. You instantly absorb all of their memories, intelligence, and talents. You find it feels euphoric and quite addicting. | Rey Crave, he was a normal traveler, he appeared one day in this village filled with dirt, horse shit, and sand asking for temporal refuge. He looked suspicious as all hell, but even so, they accepted him. It might have had to do with the fact that he had a lot of money in his person or because he was really charming.
... | Journal entry # 1 (Day 1):
As I shot the man I felt as lifeless as the cold, dead body he was about to be. For a while. Then it hit me, everything that was him was now me. Even the pain. It burns. So. Much. But everything else, oh so delightful. Surreal in other words.
The rush of taking a man's life has no equal. Th... | |
[WP] You accidentally kill a person. You instantly absorb all of their memories, intelligence, and talents. You find it feels euphoric and quite addicting. | The trembling finally subsided, but even as I gazed at my hands there was still a sort of ethereal aftershock subtly and persistently effecting my perception. Even the normal exercise of recalling memories seemed strained and foreign, as if the empty space normally occupied by only my mind was somehow finding resistanc... | Journal entry # 1 (Day 1):
As I shot the man I felt as lifeless as the cold, dead body he was about to be. For a while. Then it hit me, everything that was him was now me. Even the pain. It burns. So. Much. But everything else, oh so delightful. Surreal in other words.
The rush of taking a man's life has no equal. Th... | |
[WP] You accidentally kill a person. You instantly absorb all of their memories, intelligence, and talents. You find it feels euphoric and quite addicting. | *There's a monster inside everyone of us.*
The slow, calculated trickle of fresh blood announced the arrival of Darren Joyman in the sheer blackness. There wasn't even a flickering of light, only the damp, heavy darkness of an unknown place.
Darren was a truly smart man. Years ago, a lost bullet blew his best friend'... | Journal entry # 1 (Day 1):
As I shot the man I felt as lifeless as the cold, dead body he was about to be. For a while. Then it hit me, everything that was him was now me. Even the pain. It burns. So. Much. But everything else, oh so delightful. Surreal in other words.
The rush of taking a man's life has no equal. Th... |
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