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Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | Nothingness.
A video labeled Nothingness. It was 10 hours long. It had a black screen. Nothing played. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. No music. No movement. Nothing at all. It seemed eerily similar to the dark of the night that had engulfed my home.
There were no cars zipping by on the street below. There were no... | Apocalypse Log, Personal Entry.
Day 1,334 since the Abomination of Desolation stood in the Temple in Jerusalem, and the collapse of the [Thwaites glacier](https://www.wired.com/story/antarctica-thwaites-glacier-breaking-point/) in Antarctica. We fled to the mountains as soon as we heard the news, didn't even bother to... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | As I clicked on yet another link, a glance at the title woke me from my stupor.
**US attack on Iran sparks new wave of WWIII memes**
It seemed inconceivable that not so long ago this was the reality. Fresh internet humor about the planet's impending doom. The latest bunch of pop culture references and dark jokes to r... | Apocalypse Log, Personal Entry.
Day 1,334 since the Abomination of Desolation stood in the Temple in Jerusalem, and the collapse of the [Thwaites glacier](https://www.wired.com/story/antarctica-thwaites-glacier-breaking-point/) in Antarctica. We fled to the mountains as soon as we heard the news, didn't even bother to... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | [Poem]
Who is this person?
I've been the last, for ages.
Oh joy... a dumb bot
But wait a second,
Nothing responded prior.
Who would have wrote this?
What? Another "like"?
Has an AI have found me?
Are they friend or foe? | *Last*, I pressed the enter button on the cracked screen of my phone as I commented on another YouTube video. It was another MrBeast challenge. Sure, these videos were old, and frankly—cringeworthy. But it wasn’t like I had much else to do nowadays. WWIII ended last month with the end of mankind. Well, most of it anyw... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | Nothingness.
A video labeled Nothingness. It was 10 hours long. It had a black screen. Nothing played. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. No music. No movement. Nothing at all. It seemed eerily similar to the dark of the night that had engulfed my home.
There were no cars zipping by on the street below. There were no... | *Last*, I pressed the enter button on the cracked screen of my phone as I commented on another YouTube video. It was another MrBeast challenge. Sure, these videos were old, and frankly—cringeworthy. But it wasn’t like I had much else to do nowadays. WWIII ended last month with the end of mankind. Well, most of it anyw... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | As I clicked on yet another link, a glance at the title woke me from my stupor.
**US attack on Iran sparks new wave of WWIII memes**
It seemed inconceivable that not so long ago this was the reality. Fresh internet humor about the planet's impending doom. The latest bunch of pop culture references and dark jokes to r... | *Last*, I pressed the enter button on the cracked screen of my phone as I commented on another YouTube video. It was another MrBeast challenge. Sure, these videos were old, and frankly—cringeworthy. But it wasn’t like I had much else to do nowadays. WWIII ended last month with the end of mankind. Well, most of it anyw... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | [Poem]
Who is this person?
I've been the last, for ages.
Oh joy... a dumb bot
But wait a second,
Nothing responded prior.
Who would have wrote this?
What? Another "like"?
Has an AI have found me?
Are they friend or foe? | Autumn leaves fall on the empty road, joining piles of debris being tossed around in the wind. There is no-one to clean them. Empty silence, the only soundtrack to this lonely street for nearly 3 years is broken with a faint hum. Steadily the noise grows until the dead leaves flee with the arrival of a Tesla car as it ... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | Nothingness.
A video labeled Nothingness. It was 10 hours long. It had a black screen. Nothing played. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. No music. No movement. Nothing at all. It seemed eerily similar to the dark of the night that had engulfed my home.
There were no cars zipping by on the street below. There were no... | Autumn leaves fall on the empty road, joining piles of debris being tossed around in the wind. There is no-one to clean them. Empty silence, the only soundtrack to this lonely street for nearly 3 years is broken with a faint hum. Steadily the noise grows until the dead leaves flee with the arrival of a Tesla car as it ... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | As I clicked on yet another link, a glance at the title woke me from my stupor.
**US attack on Iran sparks new wave of WWIII memes**
It seemed inconceivable that not so long ago this was the reality. Fresh internet humor about the planet's impending doom. The latest bunch of pop culture references and dark jokes to r... | Autumn leaves fall on the empty road, joining piles of debris being tossed around in the wind. There is no-one to clean them. Empty silence, the only soundtrack to this lonely street for nearly 3 years is broken with a faint hum. Steadily the noise grows until the dead leaves flee with the arrival of a Tesla car as it ... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | Nothingness.
A video labeled Nothingness. It was 10 hours long. It had a black screen. Nothing played. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. No music. No movement. Nothing at all. It seemed eerily similar to the dark of the night that had engulfed my home.
There were no cars zipping by on the street below. There were no... | [Poem]
Who is this person?
I've been the last, for ages.
Oh joy... a dumb bot
But wait a second,
Nothing responded prior.
Who would have wrote this?
What? Another "like"?
Has an AI have found me?
Are they friend or foe? |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | As I clicked on yet another link, a glance at the title woke me from my stupor.
**US attack on Iran sparks new wave of WWIII memes**
It seemed inconceivable that not so long ago this was the reality. Fresh internet humor about the planet's impending doom. The latest bunch of pop culture references and dark jokes to r... | [Poem]
Who is this person?
I've been the last, for ages.
Oh joy... a dumb bot
But wait a second,
Nothing responded prior.
Who would have wrote this?
What? Another "like"?
Has an AI have found me?
Are they friend or foe? |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | Nothingness.
A video labeled Nothingness. It was 10 hours long. It had a black screen. Nothing played. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. No music. No movement. Nothing at all. It seemed eerily similar to the dark of the night that had engulfed my home.
There were no cars zipping by on the street below. There were no... | “Is this what rock bottom looks like?” Lane asked himself, his fingers danced lazily over the keyboard as he exercised futility to its breaking point, he submitted another comment, “Last!”
He should be grateful, he supposed, the amount of content on YouTube far exceeds what remains of his dreary life, the site’s algo... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | As I clicked on yet another link, a glance at the title woke me from my stupor.
**US attack on Iran sparks new wave of WWIII memes**
It seemed inconceivable that not so long ago this was the reality. Fresh internet humor about the planet's impending doom. The latest bunch of pop culture references and dark jokes to r... | “Is this what rock bottom looks like?” Lane asked himself, his fingers danced lazily over the keyboard as he exercised futility to its breaking point, he submitted another comment, “Last!”
He should be grateful, he supposed, the amount of content on YouTube far exceeds what remains of his dreary life, the site’s algo... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | *“Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying 'End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH', the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.”*
I chuckled to myself as I reread my old Terry Pratchett novels. Good thing he wasn't... | I scrolled rather unenthusiastically down to the comments section of the video. I typed my typical "Last" comment, which I really just did to pass the time. It had been....weeks? I didn't know. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted for this all to be over. To wake up from whatever sadistic nightmare this was.
I slipped... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | Nothingness.
A video labeled Nothingness. It was 10 hours long. It had a black screen. Nothing played. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. No music. No movement. Nothing at all. It seemed eerily similar to the dark of the night that had engulfed my home.
There were no cars zipping by on the street below. There were no... | I scrolled rather unenthusiastically down to the comments section of the video. I typed my typical "Last" comment, which I really just did to pass the time. It had been....weeks? I didn't know. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted for this all to be over. To wake up from whatever sadistic nightmare this was.
I slipped... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | As I clicked on yet another link, a glance at the title woke me from my stupor.
**US attack on Iran sparks new wave of WWIII memes**
It seemed inconceivable that not so long ago this was the reality. Fresh internet humor about the planet's impending doom. The latest bunch of pop culture references and dark jokes to r... | I scrolled rather unenthusiastically down to the comments section of the video. I typed my typical "Last" comment, which I really just did to pass the time. It had been....weeks? I didn't know. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted for this all to be over. To wake up from whatever sadistic nightmare this was.
I slipped... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | *“Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying 'End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH', the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.”*
I chuckled to myself as I reread my old Terry Pratchett novels. Good thing he wasn't... | I stared out at the street. The lamps lighting up the night, houses automatic lights turning on to prevent burglary. At a glance no one would know it was deserted, of course they wouldn’t, they were all dead. All of them. Apart from me.
I didn’t know how I had survived, maybe the fact I had been locked in a bunker or ... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | Nothingness.
A video labeled Nothingness. It was 10 hours long. It had a black screen. Nothing played. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. No music. No movement. Nothing at all. It seemed eerily similar to the dark of the night that had engulfed my home.
There were no cars zipping by on the street below. There were no... | I stared out at the street. The lamps lighting up the night, houses automatic lights turning on to prevent burglary. At a glance no one would know it was deserted, of course they wouldn’t, they were all dead. All of them. Apart from me.
I didn’t know how I had survived, maybe the fact I had been locked in a bunker or ... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | As I clicked on yet another link, a glance at the title woke me from my stupor.
**US attack on Iran sparks new wave of WWIII memes**
It seemed inconceivable that not so long ago this was the reality. Fresh internet humor about the planet's impending doom. The latest bunch of pop culture references and dark jokes to r... | I stared out at the street. The lamps lighting up the night, houses automatic lights turning on to prevent burglary. At a glance no one would know it was deserted, of course they wouldn’t, they were all dead. All of them. Apart from me.
I didn’t know how I had survived, maybe the fact I had been locked in a bunker or ... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | Nothingness.
A video labeled Nothingness. It was 10 hours long. It had a black screen. Nothing played. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. No music. No movement. Nothing at all. It seemed eerily similar to the dark of the night that had engulfed my home.
There were no cars zipping by on the street below. There were no... | *“Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying 'End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH', the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.”*
I chuckled to myself as I reread my old Terry Pratchett novels. Good thing he wasn't... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | As I clicked on yet another link, a glance at the title woke me from my stupor.
**US attack on Iran sparks new wave of WWIII memes**
It seemed inconceivable that not so long ago this was the reality. Fresh internet humor about the planet's impending doom. The latest bunch of pop culture references and dark jokes to r... | *“Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying 'End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH', the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.”*
I chuckled to myself as I reread my old Terry Pratchett novels. Good thing he wasn't... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | I don't know exactly why I was immune. It probably had to do with the fact that I was genetically engineered. Yes, I had a surrogate mother, but I was a test tube baby. So I was told, at least. The only time it ever really became noticeable was when everyone in the world started dropping dead. Besides me. With all the ... | He resisted the immediate thought of another survivor…there were just too many other possibilities. An AI bot, usually too quiet and interjected so softly to be noticed, now beaconing proudly as the sole surviving human partner. Originally the algorithm was designed to incite conversation on otherwise stagnant threads... |
Wow, I did *not* expect such a huge turnout for my first ever prompt. The prompt itself arose from a friend and I doing some random banter back and forth, and I just posted up part of that banter as the prompt, essentially. XD
Thanks to everyone who posted a response and gave an upvote, this meant a lot to me! | [WP] As the last survivor of the apocalypse, in a fit of boredom, you start commenting "last" on every video on YouTube. One day, you receive a notification that your comment has been liked. | I chuckle mirthlessly to myself as I glance at the title of the next video. *Top 10 Ways the World Might End*. WatchMojo, of course. One of those old retro channels. I don't even bother paying the actual video any attention, scrolling straight to the comment section. I already know that the truth won't be on the list. ... | I was laying on my driveway, staring up at the stars. As a child, I spent a lot of time laying around and looking up at the night sky — but it was always in the grass. It was a little bit softer, but it was also wetter and scratchier and well…full of bugs.
And too tall now that no one mowed it.
So I chose the driv... |
[WP] Humanity has fled a dying Earth and embarked on an interstellar voyage to a new home. Generations will live and die in the close confines of the ship before the destination is reached. This makes things tricky for you, an immortal. | The last lots were drawn, and the final set of people who would be getting off of earth herded into the shuttle that would take them to Dawn, the starship that was about to take us to the stars. The shuttle lifted off, shaking more and more until it left Earth's grasp, after which it was silent. Only the sniffles of th... | Disclaimer: This may not be the best writing I have to offer, I’m rushed, and a bit tired. I’ll pick up the next part of the story soon!
*The Dark of Voyage*
Part 1:
[102 days earlier]
“Please, let me on!” Oliver West stood at the gate of the docking station, for a ship built for voyages he would hopefully take n... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | "Colin, get the bat!" Stacy sails clear across the room, smashing through an antique coffee table and groans in pain. "Colin!!" Mom yelled hysterically as dad was being flung around like a rag doll. "Don't do it, dear! Remember how lovely those cookies I baked you last Christmas were?" Grannie huffed sweetly as she blo... | I look at my friends. My closest mates. Some only joined us recently, others have been with me for years. Some have got some scars, but were able to walk away from the fight.
Here we are again. Ready to face the biggest enemy mankind has encountered untill now: older mankind. Also called the Elder, for convenience.
... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | "Colin, get the bat!" Stacy sails clear across the room, smashing through an antique coffee table and groans in pain. "Colin!!" Mom yelled hysterically as dad was being flung around like a rag doll. "Don't do it, dear! Remember how lovely those cookies I baked you last Christmas were?" Grannie huffed sweetly as she blo... | <First time actually writing a prompt. I hope it comes out okay.>
She wanted to get stronger, so she did. She may not have had the strength she had before, but she had the brains that get by. Everyday she was learning something new, and progress was in the making. Whether it be science or political news, she ... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | Geldra had been preparing for this day. For centuries she had plotted, schemed and fought. She placed herself at the head of an elvish kingdom, used it to hide her true nature. Now she flew in a form rarely used, her gargantuan wings spread wide.
She flew high above the battlefield, the cloud giant’s fortress was ... | The explosion destroyed a huge part of the mountain. The smoke coming from the aftermath of the explosion clouded the whole place, while the boulders all fell down in the bottomless crevasse between the two snowy giants. The sillhouette of two mascular figures stood atop of the snowy hill trying to find the intruders t... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | They say that once you hit the age of 100, you're allowed to meet the God King, dine in his presence, and ascend to the heavens. Very few have done it in the past, but it's always a huge celebration in the kingdom. Everyone gets dressed, the God King makes an appearance, food is distributed, a day full of celebration. ... | Michael rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble scratch against the palm of his hand. As he watched the ambulance pull away, through the small opening in his curtains, he wondered to himself whether he should just resign himself to his fate. He gently let the curtain close and plodded towards his bathroom.
Michael had ... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | They say that once you hit the age of 100, you're allowed to meet the God King, dine in his presence, and ascend to the heavens. Very few have done it in the past, but it's always a huge celebration in the kingdom. Everyone gets dressed, the God King makes an appearance, food is distributed, a day full of celebration. ... | "After 40 years of service, losing and regrowing limbs 7 times, and capturing 4 high class oldies, its finally time to kill me." Said a man who looked to be in his early 60's.
"Sad to say, but yes, your time has come, so we will make this your last mission, please die, and make this easy on us". Said a female voice.
... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | Wren was just a whisp of a girl - nineteen, slim, with baby-fine blonde hair down to the waist on her stonewashed jeans. Her plain, red v-neck fit her like a glove, and she was quite the sight with that goddamn shotgun.
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"Give up, Rickard. Me an' Mick are cleanin' house and gettin' the hell outta here! Wh... | "After 40 years of service, losing and regrowing limbs 7 times, and capturing 4 high class oldies, its finally time to kill me." Said a man who looked to be in his early 60's.
"Sad to say, but yes, your time has come, so we will make this your last mission, please die, and make this easy on us". Said a female voice.
... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | From his hidden roost in the bushes, Tin Tang suppressed the urge to vomit as the stench of the Elder's meal forced it's way into his nostrils. The rest of his hunting squad, not a one of them older than sixteen, remained safely behind the cover of trees and rocks. Waiting. Watching.
The Elder had been a man, once. As... | "After 40 years of service, losing and regrowing limbs 7 times, and capturing 4 high class oldies, its finally time to kill me." Said a man who looked to be in his early 60's.
"Sad to say, but yes, your time has come, so we will make this your last mission, please die, and make this easy on us". Said a female voice.
... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | They call him the Ruined King.
Noone knows if he's real, not really. He's just another tale children tell to scare the old.
They say he was a powerful and just ruler at the dawn of time, and that he was the first to unite the hearts of men and form a society of untold power. Egypt, perhaps. Or maybe a society even ol... | "After 40 years of service, losing and regrowing limbs 7 times, and capturing 4 high class oldies, its finally time to kill me." Said a man who looked to be in his early 60's.
"Sad to say, but yes, your time has come, so we will make this your last mission, please die, and make this easy on us". Said a female voice.
... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | Dear Mr Smith-White
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Congratulations on your 100th birthday. I am so happy to hear you've reached this venerable age, including escaping various traps lain by your nephews, a gang of youths with knives last Tuesday, and a rudimentary car-bomb the other week.
Yes, i have been watching you. I have been wat... | "After 40 years of service, losing and regrowing limbs 7 times, and capturing 4 high class oldies, its finally time to kill me." Said a man who looked to be in his early 60's.
"Sad to say, but yes, your time has come, so we will make this your last mission, please die, and make this easy on us". Said a female voice.
... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | They call him the Ruined King.
Noone knows if he's real, not really. He's just another tale children tell to scare the old.
They say he was a powerful and just ruler at the dawn of time, and that he was the first to unite the hearts of men and form a society of untold power. Egypt, perhaps. Or maybe a society even ol... | Wren was just a whisp of a girl - nineteen, slim, with baby-fine blonde hair down to the waist on her stonewashed jeans. Her plain, red v-neck fit her like a glove, and she was quite the sight with that goddamn shotgun.
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"Give up, Rickard. Me an' Mick are cleanin' house and gettin' the hell outta here! Wh... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | They call him the Ruined King.
Noone knows if he's real, not really. He's just another tale children tell to scare the old.
They say he was a powerful and just ruler at the dawn of time, and that he was the first to unite the hearts of men and form a society of untold power. Egypt, perhaps. Or maybe a society even ol... | From his hidden roost in the bushes, Tin Tang suppressed the urge to vomit as the stench of the Elder's meal forced it's way into his nostrils. The rest of his hunting squad, not a one of them older than sixteen, remained safely behind the cover of trees and rocks. Waiting. Watching.
The Elder had been a man, once. As... | |
[WP] People do not get weaker and more frail as they age - they get stronger and stronger. "Dying of old age" is when groups of young people band together to kill off their elders before they become too strong to defeat. | Dear Mr Smith-White
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Congratulations on your 100th birthday. I am so happy to hear you've reached this venerable age, including escaping various traps lain by your nephews, a gang of youths with knives last Tuesday, and a rudimentary car-bomb the other week.
Yes, i have been watching you. I have been wat... | George had volunteered for three assignments to get this one. Three miserable assignments to eliminate three innocent targets. Innocent of everything but aging, as if they could help that.
Now, as the platoon waited in combat gear outside the suburban home, his heart pounded in his chest. Sweat beaded on his brow ben... | |
[WP] You're working a minimum wage fast food job when you make an offhanded comment about the weather to a customer. He looks confused, and starts muttering about how you're "an NPC" and "shouldn't be able to do that" | Looking out the window I could see a blue car making an illegal left turn while a stray rottweiler relieved itself on the side of a rusted old train car across the street. A jet soared close as it went to land while the chirping of birds echoed the far off music being played by some distant boombox.
"He kept saying '... | I remember the whole incident. I was only 18 at the time and it was somewhere in Chamberlin Hills. That place brought about all the weird fellas. Half of the people who came in were probably off their chops and almost everyone, from the hood. So anyways, yeah. Your typical McD’s, a kitchen full of sweaty underaged kids... | |
[WP] You're working a minimum wage fast food job when you make an offhanded comment about the weather to a customer. He looks confused, and starts muttering about how you're "an NPC" and "shouldn't be able to do that" | Looking out the window I could see a blue car making an illegal left turn while a stray rottweiler relieved itself on the side of a rusted old train car across the street. A jet soared close as it went to land while the chirping of birds echoed the far off music being played by some distant boombox.
"He kept saying '... | The graveyard shift at the O'Gwendo's was always the worst. Weird customers, weirder weather, what seemed to be a glowing ominously humming football-sized eyeball in the bathroom crying purple drink all over the floor, forcing you to move it over a sink and mopping up the sticky stuff. At least I didn't have clean up d... | |
[WP] You're working a minimum wage fast food job when you make an offhanded comment about the weather to a customer. He looks confused, and starts muttering about how you're "an NPC" and "shouldn't be able to do that" | "Sir?" Valerie forced as much politeness into her voice as she could. "If there's nothing else, may I help the next customer?" She gestured at the growing line behind the portly man. His confusion shifted to anger; his eyebrows angled and his eyes hardened.
"Excuse me?" he asked. "This is my game, and I'll move when I... | The graveyard shift at the O'Gwendo's was always the worst. Weird customers, weirder weather, what seemed to be a glowing ominously humming football-sized eyeball in the bathroom crying purple drink all over the floor, forcing you to move it over a sink and mopping up the sticky stuff. At least I didn't have clean up d... | |
[WP] You’re in your regular Tuesday yoga class when a SWAT team comes rolling in and they are ruining your good vibes. | "good morning" i welcomed the day by heading straight to my yoga class, a group of old ladies go here everyday and are delighted whenever i come, being one of the few young people in here
"oh dear, you came early, the class isn't starting until half an hour later" they gave me their gentle smiles and extended a bag of... | *Loud fart sounds
“Wow this goat yoga really is a lot grosser than I thought it would be” I looked over at my sister, a 5’10, 220lbs monster of a women.
“Girl, chill” her eyebrows had started to run with the sweat dripping from her hair “after this, we getting some tacos!”
My sister was going through some sort of “ch... | |
[WP] You’re the priest assigned to Death Row, and as the convict finishes their confession, you cross yourself and motion hastily for the guard before signing off for the night. Their words still haunt you as you leave. | I watched him leave. Feet and wrists shackled, dressed in a neon orange jumpsuit he shuffled towards the entrance, flanked by two large guards. He moved like a man already dead, back bent, chin against his chest. I went to stand, to leave but he stopped suddenly, right before the door and I froze. I remember it so vivi... | I walked out of the prison after getting the necessary clearance to leave, and got in my car. There was nothing I wanted to do more than head home, but I couldn't. That meant being on the road for the next half hour until I got back to the church.
Desperately trying to make sense of what happened, I tried to tell myse... | |
[WP] It's your first deployment as a member of a SWAT unit. You begin to panic a little when your equipment includes magazines with silver bullets, a bottle of holy water, a container full of salt, grenades with engraved runes, a helmet lined with what appears to be some sort of foil... | James looked up as Sergeant Hoskins entered the ready room. "Feldman!" the older man barked. "Your specialist equipment just arrived!"
"Thanks, Sarge." James got up and headed over, taking the cardboard carton from him. But as he slit the tape holding the top closed, his nostrils wrinkled. "Oh, fuck. They didn't give ... | "Here's your equipment. Go fuck those zombies something good, huh?"
The requisitioned items were rarely ordinary.
Runes that glowed with the promise of something more were engraved on the flashbangs, and over-engineered water pistols supposedly filled to the brim with holy water.
This felt like an elaborate prank at t... | |
[WP] It's your first deployment as a member of a SWAT unit. You begin to panic a little when your equipment includes magazines with silver bullets, a bottle of holy water, a container full of salt, grenades with engraved runes, a helmet lined with what appears to be some sort of foil... | PART ONE
Cheyenne was not the kind of city Mazelina was expecting, but in its own unique way, it was the one she needed. For as long as she could remember, she’d been fighting something. Or doing protective duty. Her actual education was so far in the distant past that she could do her job by rote.
Which was probably... | John looked carefully at his bag and then, he stared up at David.
"First time, huh?" David asked. John nodded.
None of it made any sense, but he didn't get recruited in the SWAT division to question his seniors. He packed his bag and headed for the copters, following everyone else.
In his mind, he knew that he was... | |
[WP] It's your first deployment as a member of a SWAT unit. You begin to panic a little when your equipment includes magazines with silver bullets, a bottle of holy water, a container full of salt, grenades with engraved runes, a helmet lined with what appears to be some sort of foil... | *What's going on here?*
The more that he looked through his supplies, complete with a checklist of materials, the more confusion showed upon Private Jacobson's face. There were primarily people from his division of trainees that hadn't washed out of the program, and each of them wore a similar expression upon their fa... | John looked carefully at his bag and then, he stared up at David.
"First time, huh?" David asked. John nodded.
None of it made any sense, but he didn't get recruited in the SWAT division to question his seniors. He packed his bag and headed for the copters, following everyone else.
In his mind, he knew that he was... | |
[WP] It's your first deployment as a member of a SWAT unit. You begin to panic a little when your equipment includes magazines with silver bullets, a bottle of holy water, a container full of salt, grenades with engraved runes, a helmet lined with what appears to be some sort of foil... | *What's going on here?*
The more that he looked through his supplies, complete with a checklist of materials, the more confusion showed upon Private Jacobson's face. There were primarily people from his division of trainees that hadn't washed out of the program, and each of them wore a similar expression upon their fa... | PART ONE
Cheyenne was not the kind of city Mazelina was expecting, but in its own unique way, it was the one she needed. For as long as she could remember, she’d been fighting something. Or doing protective duty. Her actual education was so far in the distant past that she could do her job by rote.
Which was probably... | |
[WP] There is a secret government agency to make sure teleportation is never "invented" & your job is to sabotage any attempts of a teleportation machine. Your favourite tactic is to fuse the inventor with an animal or an insect when they test it on themselves. You love to watch the results. | It really wasn’t a secret agency it was just the department of transportation. It’s just that this particular branch was a little more secretive. See the economy is heavily tied to transportation, in a big big way. Millions of jobs are in trucking and airlines, and then there are the parts that go into building all the... | Crunch.
The onomatopoeia that's as much fun to say, as it is to hear. I felt singularly blessed that this particular journey should come to such a satisfying end.
And reflecting on this moment I realized...
On this day that the inventor was crushed under my boot like the cockroach that he was, we all learned a valua... | |
[WP] As the International Space Station makes another pass over the Bermuda Triangle, the crew notice what looks like an immensely bright light in the water. “Negative, Houston. The light is...well, it appears to be blinking. It looks...this is gonna sound weird, but it looks like Morse code.” | One of the worst things we subconsciously fear when we peer into the darkness is to find ourselves looking back, as with most instinctive fears, this can be traced back to a natural response built into our survival instincts...
"I'm telling you it's a pattern, it's definitely Morse! Get something to write this down!" ... | Captain Park couldn’t believe it, it was just like a movie he’d seen as a boy. But as he listened, and marveled down at the great blue abyss below him, he wondered if that director, bless his soul, hadn’t known in a primordial place, of this creature before time
And his mind connected the dots, wondered how long this... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | *We all have heard the childhood stories of the dreaded monster in the closet. Depending on the child, the monster could be an eight feet tall brute or a little ball of fear. What if I told you that these monsters were actually demons that feed on the innocence of children? There are many things that happen under the c... | And at that moment I realized that I fucked up.
It's never a good sign to see a middle aged man going through your 8 year old daughters closet in the middle of the night as she is sleeping while holding a shot gun in one hand and her underwear in the other.
Some think of demon hunters as what they see on TV. Two g... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | PSYCHIATRIC OUTPATIENT CLINIC
14th Main Street
Anywhere, USA
Evaluator: Psychiatrist/Slayer Dr. Malachi Jackson, MD
Date of Treatment: 02/02/2020- 02/03/2020
Date of follow-up: 02/25/2020
Patient Name: Alexis, Uri
Patient Number: 0100010659748
History: Mr. Alexis is a African-American Male; 8 years of age. T... | And at that moment I realized that I fucked up.
It's never a good sign to see a middle aged man going through your 8 year old daughters closet in the middle of the night as she is sleeping while holding a shot gun in one hand and her underwear in the other.
Some think of demon hunters as what they see on TV. Two g... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | I was a young therapist working in a psychiatric facility in England. I had one patient that I remember talking with. The young patient sat before me. Elenor was her name. This would be my 7th “therapy” session with her. Over the course of these “therapy” sessions, Elenor would explain to me what this monster looked li... | And at that moment I realized that I fucked up.
It's never a good sign to see a middle aged man going through your 8 year old daughters closet in the middle of the night as she is sleeping while holding a shot gun in one hand and her underwear in the other.
Some think of demon hunters as what they see on TV. Two g... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | Billy sat in an overlarge leather chair, looking at his feet swinging above the floor. “How was school today?” Dr. Julian asked. “It was good”. Billy replied without looking up. “Do you have many friends Billy?” Billy looked up, shrugged and looked away. “How about a best friend? What is your best friend’s name?” “My... | And at that moment I realized that I fucked up.
It's never a good sign to see a middle aged man going through your 8 year old daughters closet in the middle of the night as she is sleeping while holding a shot gun in one hand and her underwear in the other.
Some think of demon hunters as what they see on TV. Two g... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | "I saved the board just how it was last time. Nobody's touched it but me." I walked over to the Game Room, Jordan by my side.
He nodded, long black ponytail bouncing with every step. I slid the heavy, soundproof door open and stepped inside.
For the past three weeks, Jordan and I had been the only ones in the Game Ro... | And at that moment I realized that I fucked up.
It's never a good sign to see a middle aged man going through your 8 year old daughters closet in the middle of the night as she is sleeping while holding a shot gun in one hand and her underwear in the other.
Some think of demon hunters as what they see on TV. Two g... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | **A Monster Comes**
The clock tics. The lights are off and the child is nervous. We’d been sitting there for twelve minutes. It usually doesn’t take longer than ten. My eyes narrow. *He’s faking*, I think to myself.
My business card reads Pediaparapsychologist. There is no way to make the word sound good, and I’... | And at that moment I realized that I fucked up.
It's never a good sign to see a middle aged man going through your 8 year old daughters closet in the middle of the night as she is sleeping while holding a shot gun in one hand and her underwear in the other.
Some think of demon hunters as what they see on TV. Two g... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | PSYCHIATRIC OUTPATIENT CLINIC
14th Main Street
Anywhere, USA
Evaluator: Psychiatrist/Slayer Dr. Malachi Jackson, MD
Date of Treatment: 02/02/2020- 02/03/2020
Date of follow-up: 02/25/2020
Patient Name: Alexis, Uri
Patient Number: 0100010659748
History: Mr. Alexis is a African-American Male; 8 years of age. T... | "Alright, Tyler was it?" Asked Dr. Nathanial Pain to the small five year old sitting on a large reclining chair "What can you tell me about the monster?"
"Its big... and scary, and it has bad eyes, lots of them, I want it to go away but it just sits there staring"
"Tyler, You're having a nightly encounter with a Nig... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | I was a young therapist working in a psychiatric facility in England. I had one patient that I remember talking with. The young patient sat before me. Elenor was her name. This would be my 7th “therapy” session with her. Over the course of these “therapy” sessions, Elenor would explain to me what this monster looked li... | "Alright, Tyler was it?" Asked Dr. Nathanial Pain to the small five year old sitting on a large reclining chair "What can you tell me about the monster?"
"Its big... and scary, and it has bad eyes, lots of them, I want it to go away but it just sits there staring"
"Tyler, You're having a nightly encounter with a Nig... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | Billy sat in an overlarge leather chair, looking at his feet swinging above the floor. “How was school today?” Dr. Julian asked. “It was good”. Billy replied without looking up. “Do you have many friends Billy?” Billy looked up, shrugged and looked away. “How about a best friend? What is your best friend’s name?” “My... | "Alright, Tyler was it?" Asked Dr. Nathanial Pain to the small five year old sitting on a large reclining chair "What can you tell me about the monster?"
"Its big... and scary, and it has bad eyes, lots of them, I want it to go away but it just sits there staring"
"Tyler, You're having a nightly encounter with a Nig... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | "I saved the board just how it was last time. Nobody's touched it but me." I walked over to the Game Room, Jordan by my side.
He nodded, long black ponytail bouncing with every step. I slid the heavy, soundproof door open and stepped inside.
For the past three weeks, Jordan and I had been the only ones in the Game Ro... | "Alright, Tyler was it?" Asked Dr. Nathanial Pain to the small five year old sitting on a large reclining chair "What can you tell me about the monster?"
"Its big... and scary, and it has bad eyes, lots of them, I want it to go away but it just sits there staring"
"Tyler, You're having a nightly encounter with a Nig... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | I was a young therapist working in a psychiatric facility in England. I had one patient that I remember talking with. The young patient sat before me. Elenor was her name. This would be my 7th “therapy” session with her. Over the course of these “therapy” sessions, Elenor would explain to me what this monster looked li... | It’s been hard to face all these trauma, so much fear.
I had to grow resilient so I could endure hours and hours of what would let me to fulfill my goal.
Little Timmy, little Sharon, little Ed... they were all terrified. Up to the last moment.
The monsters in the closet they said. Their parents be levied that on... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | Billy sat in an overlarge leather chair, looking at his feet swinging above the floor. “How was school today?” Dr. Julian asked. “It was good”. Billy replied without looking up. “Do you have many friends Billy?” Billy looked up, shrugged and looked away. “How about a best friend? What is your best friend’s name?” “My... | It’s been hard to face all these trauma, so much fear.
I had to grow resilient so I could endure hours and hours of what would let me to fulfill my goal.
Little Timmy, little Sharon, little Ed... they were all terrified. Up to the last moment.
The monsters in the closet they said. Their parents be levied that on... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | Billy sat in an overlarge leather chair, looking at his feet swinging above the floor. “How was school today?” Dr. Julian asked. “It was good”. Billy replied without looking up. “Do you have many friends Billy?” Billy looked up, shrugged and looked away. “How about a best friend? What is your best friend’s name?” “My... | Blue and red lights are flashing by, two men are pointing their guns at me while I stand still in front of a dead body. "Put your hands in the air where I can see them", shouts one of the two men while going towards me quickly. "Get down on your knees", shouts the other. "You have the right to remain silent, anything y... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | Billy sat in an overlarge leather chair, looking at his feet swinging above the floor. “How was school today?” Dr. Julian asked. “It was good”. Billy replied without looking up. “Do you have many friends Billy?” Billy looked up, shrugged and looked away. “How about a best friend? What is your best friend’s name?” “My... | "He's always staring at me when I sleep." His patient croaked, chin resting on his knees. Damian had seen that behavior before. Worried parents often mistook it for autism or other such conditions.
Little did they know their child had an unfriendly visitor every night.
"Does he ever speak, Vincent?" Damian inquired.
... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | "I saved the board just how it was last time. Nobody's touched it but me." I walked over to the Game Room, Jordan by my side.
He nodded, long black ponytail bouncing with every step. I slid the heavy, soundproof door open and stepped inside.
For the past three weeks, Jordan and I had been the only ones in the Game Ro... | *We all have heard the childhood stories of the dreaded monster in the closet. Depending on the child, the monster could be an eight feet tall brute or a little ball of fear. What if I told you that these monsters were actually demons that feed on the innocence of children? There are many things that happen under the c... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | **A Monster Comes**
The clock tics. The lights are off and the child is nervous. We’d been sitting there for twelve minutes. It usually doesn’t take longer than ten. My eyes narrow. *He’s faking*, I think to myself.
My business card reads Pediaparapsychologist. There is no way to make the word sound good, and I’... | "So, tell me again Johnathan. What did Mr. Fuzzy look like?"
"He is vewy big, bigge than the doow. He is really scwawy. He has this big howns on his head and a long tail".
"Go on".
"He has shawp teeth and goes like RAWR!".
"Anything else special about him?".
"Yeah, sometimes purple water drops from his tail".
"Wh... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | DISCLAIMER: sorry if my english is not correct at all times, I am Italian. Thanks in advance for your understanding.
"Therapy Hunter"
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"So How is going your new treatment?"
The boy didn't reply, he was still too shy. Three weeks of therapy and still he didn't trust me.
"Don't worry, Kevin" I said, "You know y... | Monsters were everywhere. They creeped in your head to see your innermost fears before eating you. Most of the time, they’d attack kids, which was why, as a Hunter, I was trying my best to soothe one.
“Sweetie, take deep breaths,” I consoled. “Here, want a sweet?”
The kid, one of many Jacobs, sniffed before putting... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | **A Monster Comes**
The clock tics. The lights are off and the child is nervous. We’d been sitting there for twelve minutes. It usually doesn’t take longer than ten. My eyes narrow. *He’s faking*, I think to myself.
My business card reads Pediaparapsychologist. There is no way to make the word sound good, and I’... | Monsters were everywhere. They creeped in your head to see your innermost fears before eating you. Most of the time, they’d attack kids, which was why, as a Hunter, I was trying my best to soothe one.
“Sweetie, take deep breaths,” I consoled. “Here, want a sweet?”
The kid, one of many Jacobs, sniffed before putting... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | **A Monster Comes**
The clock tics. The lights are off and the child is nervous. We’d been sitting there for twelve minutes. It usually doesn’t take longer than ten. My eyes narrow. *He’s faking*, I think to myself.
My business card reads Pediaparapsychologist. There is no way to make the word sound good, and I’... | DISCLAIMER: sorry if my english is not correct at all times, I am Italian. Thanks in advance for your understanding.
"Therapy Hunter"
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"So How is going your new treatment?"
The boy didn't reply, he was still too shy. Three weeks of therapy and still he didn't trust me.
"Don't worry, Kevin" I said, "You know y... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | **A Monster Comes**
The clock tics. The lights are off and the child is nervous. We’d been sitting there for twelve minutes. It usually doesn’t take longer than ten. My eyes narrow. *He’s faking*, I think to myself.
My business card reads Pediaparapsychologist. There is no way to make the word sound good, and I’... | Poor, young James, was one of my best clients.
I still hadn’t been able to pinpoint what the cause was, but there was obviously something very special about him, since he was constantly visited by new and more grotesque monsters.
His parents believed that it was simply bad dreams; his prior therapist believed that it... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | Sunlight streamed in between the black venetian blinds through the window of Dr Sam Hale's office, the luminous bars patterning the deep blue carpet and breathing life into the off-white walls. The sound of a quietly squeaking ceiling fan was heard, joined by the rustling of papers as Dr Hale ruminated over their conte... | Poor, young James, was one of my best clients.
I still hadn’t been able to pinpoint what the cause was, but there was obviously something very special about him, since he was constantly visited by new and more grotesque monsters.
His parents believed that it was simply bad dreams; his prior therapist believed that it... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | "He says he's going to gobble me up one day, and there's nothing I can do about it," said the 5-year-old sitting with his uncomfortably shifting parents on Eliza Turnbaugh's therapy couch.*Fear and damnation,* she thought, *haven't had one this serious in years.*
"What does this monster look like, Jason?" Eliza asked,... | In a world that believed vaccinations cause autism, even then none could grasp that there were real monsters in the world. Hunters had a challenging time researching those tied to mass murders, trending crimes and often were placed in an investigative role like the FBI.
Most those jobs came with too many strings and ... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | The stairs creaked as Rosie’s parents led me to the second floor. They held hands, the mother leading the way, dodging around the string that hung low from the dim light. We rounded the turn and came into a dark hallway that stretched in both directions. A nightlight plugged into the wall did little to cast any morsel ... | In a world that believed vaccinations cause autism, even then none could grasp that there were real monsters in the world. Hunters had a challenging time researching those tied to mass murders, trending crimes and often were placed in an investigative role like the FBI.
Most those jobs came with too many strings and ... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | Suzy set rocking back and forth in the oversized plush chair. I had an assortment of toys and dolls for her to chose from, and she currently had a stuffed dragon clasped to her chest.
Her eyes were wide, and her breathing shallow. I could see her gripping the doll as tightly as she could.
The poor baby was terrified... | In a world that believed vaccinations cause autism, even then none could grasp that there were real monsters in the world. Hunters had a challenging time researching those tied to mass murders, trending crimes and often were placed in an investigative role like the FBI.
Most those jobs came with too many strings and ... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | It's late when I get the call. I take a final swig of the grain alcohol before setting the bottle down on my bed, which is a plain mattress on the concrete floor. My equipment is in a black satchel by the door. I only take things out for cleaning or use. Otherwise it's at all times ready for action, just as I'm suppose... | In a world that believed vaccinations cause autism, even then none could grasp that there were real monsters in the world. Hunters had a challenging time researching those tied to mass murders, trending crimes and often were placed in an investigative role like the FBI.
Most those jobs came with too many strings and ... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | The stairs creaked as Rosie’s parents led me to the second floor. They held hands, the mother leading the way, dodging around the string that hung low from the dim light. We rounded the turn and came into a dark hallway that stretched in both directions. A nightlight plugged into the wall did little to cast any morsel ... | "He says he's going to gobble me up one day, and there's nothing I can do about it," said the 5-year-old sitting with his uncomfortably shifting parents on Eliza Turnbaugh's therapy couch.*Fear and damnation,* she thought, *haven't had one this serious in years.*
"What does this monster look like, Jason?" Eliza asked,... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | Suzy set rocking back and forth in the oversized plush chair. I had an assortment of toys and dolls for her to chose from, and she currently had a stuffed dragon clasped to her chest.
Her eyes were wide, and her breathing shallow. I could see her gripping the doll as tightly as she could.
The poor baby was terrified... | Dr. Black's office gave off the impression that his PhD was in medieval weaponry rather than child psychology. His grand desk bent in ways that made it seem like trapped souls were attempting to escape the charred wood; behind it, a crossbow modified with modern mechanisms clung to the wall by two steel hooks. Cuirasse... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | It's late when I get the call. I take a final swig of the grain alcohol before setting the bottle down on my bed, which is a plain mattress on the concrete floor. My equipment is in a black satchel by the door. I only take things out for cleaning or use. Otherwise it's at all times ready for action, just as I'm suppose... | Dr. Black's office gave off the impression that his PhD was in medieval weaponry rather than child psychology. His grand desk bent in ways that made it seem like trapped souls were attempting to escape the charred wood; behind it, a crossbow modified with modern mechanisms clung to the wall by two steel hooks. Cuirasse... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | The child before me is calm, unblinking. So is the monster hulking behind the boy. The monster is the color of fear: liquid black and churning. The white eyes follow me, burning like wolf eyes at night.
But I'm good at my job. I'm a professional.
I don't even flinch as I smile at the boy. We sit in my therapy space,... | Dr. Black's office gave off the impression that his PhD was in medieval weaponry rather than child psychology. His grand desk bent in ways that made it seem like trapped souls were attempting to escape the charred wood; behind it, a crossbow modified with modern mechanisms clung to the wall by two steel hooks. Cuirasse... | |
[WP] You are a child therapist who treats extreme cases of children terrified of a monster in their closet. They're extreme because they're real, and you're actually secretly a demon hunter using these therapy sessions to gather intel on the monsters before killing them. | It's late when I get the call. I take a final swig of the grain alcohol before setting the bottle down on my bed, which is a plain mattress on the concrete floor. My equipment is in a black satchel by the door. I only take things out for cleaning or use. Otherwise it's at all times ready for action, just as I'm suppose... | Suzy set rocking back and forth in the oversized plush chair. I had an assortment of toys and dolls for her to chose from, and she currently had a stuffed dragon clasped to her chest.
Her eyes were wide, and her breathing shallow. I could see her gripping the doll as tightly as she could.
The poor baby was terrified... | |
[WP] There is a fungus that affects ants nervous system, compelling them to climb to the highest point they can so they get eaten by birds, helping the fungus to spread. A similar fungus has just been discovered in people who have an urge to go to space. | No one knew where it'd come from, or why it even existed. They only knew how dangerous it was.
Humanity have always tried to push the limits. Sometimes it works and we change the course of history forever- but sometimes it doesn't and we risk destroying everything that could be. This was one of those times.
I still... | From the leaves outside the window, escaped rays of light as lightsabers cracking through the poverty of the room and projecting a monochromatic visual which is aligned with the nature of Pavan.
His name, like his compatriots, had a significant meaning to the course of actions they might take. It's literal meaning, t... | |
[WP] There is a fungus that affects ants nervous system, compelling them to climb to the highest point they can so they get eaten by birds, helping the fungus to spread. A similar fungus has just been discovered in people who have an urge to go to space. | “I just... don’t you think that setting your sights a little... lower... might be better?”
My mother shot a dagger laden glare at my father.
“Are puns really what we need right now?”
“I didn’t realise when I said it...”
“Perhaps try think before you speak? I really don’t think that we need to ..... | From the leaves outside the window, escaped rays of light as lightsabers cracking through the poverty of the room and projecting a monochromatic visual which is aligned with the nature of Pavan.
His name, like his compatriots, had a significant meaning to the course of actions they might take. It's literal meaning, t... | |
[WP] There is a fungus that affects ants nervous system, compelling them to climb to the highest point they can so they get eaten by birds, helping the fungus to spread. A similar fungus has just been discovered in people who have an urge to go to space. | No one knew where it'd come from, or why it even existed. They only knew how dangerous it was.
Humanity have always tried to push the limits. Sometimes it works and we change the course of history forever- but sometimes it doesn't and we risk destroying everything that could be. This was one of those times.
I still... | We don't know who the first to be infected was. How could we? It infected people at such a low rate and the symptom was ridiculous a desire to go to space. The first wave of infections was probably minor.
Things got worse after the accident. Finding out years later that multiple rockets and satellites all funded... | |
[WP] As the demons of sleep paralysis become more present in our world, people begin employing “Dream Hunters” to finish the nightmares for good. This is your first assignment. | "So I'm supposed to continue doing *exactly* what I've been doing, and you're going to cure me?" my client balked.
My training didn't prepare me on how to engage with angry customers. "Yes, sir. You go ahead and attempt to fall asleep as you typically do, and I'll take care of the rest." I said unsure of myself. It w... | "Finally!" I cried out excited as Chief Gareth led me to the door behind which was the Conscience Tranfer Device, a machine that would free my conscience to travel into another person's mind. I took one last look at the information in the sheet.
Destiny Richards. Twenty-four. SP category: unclassified.
"Sir, why is t... | |
[WP] As the demons of sleep paralysis become more present in our world, people begin employing “Dream Hunters” to finish the nightmares for good. This is your first assignment. | "So I'm supposed to continue doing *exactly* what I've been doing, and you're going to cure me?" my client balked.
My training didn't prepare me on how to engage with angry customers. "Yes, sir. You go ahead and attempt to fall asleep as you typically do, and I'll take care of the rest." I said unsure of myself. It w... | I look down at the sleeping form of my client, leaning against the wall of their room. *Dream Hunters,* I think, *what a name.* I tap my fingers against the wall and wait for my client to enter her sleep paralysis. That’s when she’s most vulnerable, so that’s when I need to be the most active.
It’s boring work, though... | |
[WP] you are the prophesied evil, the reincarnated demon, destined to conquer the world until you are slain by the hero. The problem? You're already content living on your small farm. | The parasite known as Destiny was becoming annoyed. It had been a small thing once, barely more than a whisper on the wind, but it had been carefully spreading its influence for millennia. It spent its limited power to set up narratives and fed on their completion.
For most of its existence it had to hide from the god... | I grabbed a fistful of dirt and poured it into the wind. “It was supposed to rain this week.”
“You can’t trust the weatherman, Honey. We’ll just get Bob to come by with his hydro trailer if it doesn’t come by tomorrow.”
I shook a tiny corn stalk with my foot and the light cracking sound hurt. “Be hard to pay for sila... | |
[WP] you are the prophesied evil, the reincarnated demon, destined to conquer the world until you are slain by the hero. The problem? You're already content living on your small farm. | "So you see, my lord. You are the anti-messiah. You are become death, destroyer of worlds."
I did not look at his prostrated form. My eyes unfocused as I glanced out of the tiny cottage overseeing my cornfields. I was not sure what to say next, so I said nothing. In truth, what he had said had not really registered wi... | I grabbed a fistful of dirt and poured it into the wind. “It was supposed to rain this week.”
“You can’t trust the weatherman, Honey. We’ll just get Bob to come by with his hydro trailer if it doesn’t come by tomorrow.”
I shook a tiny corn stalk with my foot and the light cracking sound hurt. “Be hard to pay for sila... | |
[WP] "Lucid dreaming is fun, sure, but don't become too obsessed..." The man across from you stares aimlessly ahead, barely blinking. "If you go in too deep, you may learn something you wish you hadn't. I would wake up now if I were you. You're getting too close." | Dreams never begin, nor do they ever end. They simply are. Streams of unconscious that flow through the mindscapes of individuals, groups, nations, galaxies. Collections of impression and memory that tie us together yet somehow set us apart. Sometimes they're steady. Sometimes they're a blur. Sometimes they're vibrant.... | "Too close to what?" I asked, shifting my gaze from the cloudless night sky to him. The moon's light reflected across his face, giving him an unnatural glow.
He shook his head and sighed. "It's better if you don't know."
"How do you know that?"
He stroked his beard in silence, his expression remaining unchanged as i... | |
[WP] "Lucid dreaming is fun, sure, but don't become too obsessed..." The man across from you stares aimlessly ahead, barely blinking. "If you go in too deep, you may learn something you wish you hadn't. I would wake up now if I were you. You're getting too close." | Lucille had a weird dream last night.
In her dream, she woke from her single bed as on any day. But while stretching off the night's taughtness, she knocked over the bedside lamp from its grey stand. The lamp tumbled to the floor in a thousand shards of glass and rainbow light scattered across the ceiling like stars.
... | "Too close to what?" I asked, shifting my gaze from the cloudless night sky to him. The moon's light reflected across his face, giving him an unnatural glow.
He shook his head and sighed. "It's better if you don't know."
"How do you know that?"
He stroked his beard in silence, his expression remaining unchanged as i... | |
[WP] "Lucid dreaming is fun, sure, but don't become too obsessed..." The man across from you stares aimlessly ahead, barely blinking. "If you go in too deep, you may learn something you wish you hadn't. I would wake up now if I were you. You're getting too close." | Lucille had a weird dream last night.
In her dream, she woke from her single bed as on any day. But while stretching off the night's taughtness, she knocked over the bedside lamp from its grey stand. The lamp tumbled to the floor in a thousand shards of glass and rainbow light scattered across the ceiling like stars.
... | Entry One
I've never had much control. The first time I fell into a lucid dream it was awful. The edges of everything were blurred grey and black, and anything that moved did so with little definition. The world felt thick, and there was an intense pressure holding my every muscle in place. I was aware that He was the... | |
[WP] After accepting a steaming cup of coffee from their large green skinned co-worker and dodging past two dwarves discussing last night's game, they sat at their station right when the crystal lit up. "Magical Dispatch, what is your emergency?" | Kevin took the sweet brown liquid in it's nearly bottomless mug graciously from his coworker Gnearbash, a rather portly orc, and began his trek back to his station. Behind him ran his partner, an elf suffering from the elvish version of dwarfism, where one grew to a grand height measurable in inches, as opposed to feet... | It was yet another young alchemical wizard call. You know the ones. A young wizard or alchemist thinks they have solved the anti life spell or whatever and trys it out, only to find they had made yet another recipe for barkskin or fireball. My first day on the job I had to explain to a very worried mother that no, her ... | |
[WP] There's a website where you can input any decision you may take and it will tell you how many people will die from that decision. One day you're bored and decide to type for fun "Kill my neighbour". The number on screen is negative. | I yawn as I scroll through reddit. It’s three in the morning, and I have work tomorrow. I glance at the clock and sigh, I’m going to be falling asleep at work again.
Just as I’m about to put my phone away, I get a pop-up ad. As I go to close it, something catches my eye. “How many people could it kill??” In bold t... | There is a website called www.ContingentMortalityInference.com which is just a login page and a single clue, after seeing this I just couldn’t help myself. I solved the clue, which was bloody difficult, but all I got was another clue on another site, which lead to another, and that lead to another, and after a month of... | |
[WP] There's a website where you can input any decision you may take and it will tell you how many people will die from that decision. One day you're bored and decide to type for fun "Kill my neighbour". The number on screen is negative. | I yawn as I scroll through reddit. It’s three in the morning, and I have work tomorrow. I glance at the clock and sigh, I’m going to be falling asleep at work again.
Just as I’m about to put my phone away, I get a pop-up ad. As I go to close it, something catches my eye. “How many people could it kill??” In bold t... | *''I know that you’ll find me one day...''*
This is not an ordinary day... at least not for me. I’m graduating from college, today. All the sacrifices I made for years all the tough times will payback starting now.
It’s 12:00 AM and I can’t sleep. It's not because I’m too excited it’s because I’m confused about what... | |
[WP] There's a website where you can input any decision you may take and it will tell you how many people will die from that decision. One day you're bored and decide to type for fun "Kill my neighbour". The number on screen is negative. | *Son, I know this will be hard for you to understand. Maybe one day, when you're older, you'll read this letter and know why I did what I did. I acted without caution, without thought. But sometimes, it is the things we do in the spur of the moment- without caution or thought- that can make the most difference in anoth... | *''I know that you’ll find me one day...''*
This is not an ordinary day... at least not for me. I’m graduating from college, today. All the sacrifices I made for years all the tough times will payback starting now.
It’s 12:00 AM and I can’t sleep. It's not because I’m too excited it’s because I’m confused about what... | |
[WP] There's a website where you can input any decision you may take and it will tell you how many people will die from that decision. One day you're bored and decide to type for fun "Kill my neighbour". The number on screen is negative. | I can’t believe it... sweet old miss Jenkins, a killer. I stare at the negative 17 on the screen. That means she would kill 18 people in her remaining short life. Miss Jenkins the 85 year old neighbor who greets me every morning. At first I felt discussed by even typing in her name as a joke. But now, I had to know.
... | *''I know that you’ll find me one day...''*
This is not an ordinary day... at least not for me. I’m graduating from college, today. All the sacrifices I made for years all the tough times will payback starting now.
It’s 12:00 AM and I can’t sleep. It's not because I’m too excited it’s because I’m confused about what... | |
[WP] There's a website where you can input any decision you may take and it will tell you how many people will die from that decision. One day you're bored and decide to type for fun "Kill my neighbour". The number on screen is negative. | \[ -7 billion\]
"Huh?" Murphy sat up straighter in his seat. It was the first time he'd seen negative numbers on the website. It was a lazy Monday morning that didn't need him at work; he was awake early anyway. He found himself browsing the web and ended up at the relatively new Timeline site.
The site was old enoug... | *''I know that you’ll find me one day...''*
This is not an ordinary day... at least not for me. I’m graduating from college, today. All the sacrifices I made for years all the tough times will payback starting now.
It’s 12:00 AM and I can’t sleep. It's not because I’m too excited it’s because I’m confused about what... | |
[WP] There's a website where you can input any decision you may take and it will tell you how many people will die from that decision. One day you're bored and decide to type for fun "Kill my neighbour". The number on screen is negative. | The first thing that ran through my mind was that I couldn't kill my neighbor.
Not shouldn't, not wouldn't. Couldn't. Sarah Wylan was currently under arrest, suspected for arson when my house burnt down. Even if I knew where she was right now, there was no way I could fight through an army of cops and off her.
And ye... | *''I know that you’ll find me one day...''*
This is not an ordinary day... at least not for me. I’m graduating from college, today. All the sacrifices I made for years all the tough times will payback starting now.
It’s 12:00 AM and I can’t sleep. It's not because I’m too excited it’s because I’m confused about what... | |
[WP] There's a website where you can input any decision you may take and it will tell you how many people will die from that decision. One day you're bored and decide to type for fun "Kill my neighbour". The number on screen is negative. | I can’t believe it... sweet old miss Jenkins, a killer. I stare at the negative 17 on the screen. That means she would kill 18 people in her remaining short life. Miss Jenkins the 85 year old neighbor who greets me every morning. At first I felt discussed by even typing in her name as a joke. But now, I had to know.
... | *Son, I know this will be hard for you to understand. Maybe one day, when you're older, you'll read this letter and know why I did what I did. I acted without caution, without thought. But sometimes, it is the things we do in the spur of the moment- without caution or thought- that can make the most difference in anoth... | |
[WP] There's a website where you can input any decision you may take and it will tell you how many people will die from that decision. One day you're bored and decide to type for fun "Kill my neighbour". The number on screen is negative. | The first thing that ran through my mind was that I couldn't kill my neighbor.
Not shouldn't, not wouldn't. Couldn't. Sarah Wylan was currently under arrest, suspected for arson when my house burnt down. Even if I knew where she was right now, there was no way I could fight through an army of cops and off her.
And ye... | \[ -7 billion\]
"Huh?" Murphy sat up straighter in his seat. It was the first time he'd seen negative numbers on the website. It was a lazy Monday morning that didn't need him at work; he was awake early anyway. He found himself browsing the web and ended up at the relatively new Timeline site.
The site was old enoug... | |
[WP] There's a website where you can input any decision you may take and it will tell you how many people will die from that decision. One day you're bored and decide to type for fun "Kill my neighbour". The number on screen is negative. | The first thing that ran through my mind was that I couldn't kill my neighbor.
Not shouldn't, not wouldn't. Couldn't. Sarah Wylan was currently under arrest, suspected for arson when my house burnt down. Even if I knew where she was right now, there was no way I could fight through an army of cops and off her.
And ye... | The grass is always greener. It seems like everyone has a neighbor that magically has everything go well for them. New cars, a new addition to the house, a new pool - whatever you dream for yourself ends up becoming their reality. It all feels so unfair and unjust.
And what's worse, it's always the neighborhood ass.
... | |
[WP] You meet the goddess of love and beauty, but she's not exactly what you expected. Instead of abundant beauty, she just seems normal and kind of boring. But as you get to know her, she starts to grow on you... | I’m not sure what had made her approach me, sitting all alone in the food court of the movie theater. The movie I had watched just ended not to long ago, though I should say we as it turns out we both had came from watching the same thing. Thinking back to just before the movie started she was in line right in front of... | What else was I going to do? I had just been temporarily deployed to a duty station. While they ripped the flight line up from my base, but work can never stop. Grease stained my hands, my knuckles bloodied from breaking lug nuts off tires and replacing them. Now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, with the only plac... | |
[WP] You meet the goddess of love and beauty, but she's not exactly what you expected. Instead of abundant beauty, she just seems normal and kind of boring. But as you get to know her, she starts to grow on you... | Twelve thirty-three was what his watch mocked as Colwyn stared in agitation at its face. Of course it could be smug, behind that glass cover and all, its hands unabated by its master's need to be somewhere in twelve minutes that would probably take close to twenty. The watch had no care in the world that he'd been sitt... | What else was I going to do? I had just been temporarily deployed to a duty station. While they ripped the flight line up from my base, but work can never stop. Grease stained my hands, my knuckles bloodied from breaking lug nuts off tires and replacing them. Now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, with the only plac... | |
[WP] You meet the goddess of love and beauty, but she's not exactly what you expected. Instead of abundant beauty, she just seems normal and kind of boring. But as you get to know her, she starts to grow on you... | Rachel was a rather plain-looking woman. The kind you'd see on the street, or in a bar, and dismiss without a second thought. But she made herself distinct to me by making the first move.
It was the early evening, and I was sitting at the bar, looking into a Bloody Mary. Zing-Zang's mix, my favorite brand; that crap C... | What else was I going to do? I had just been temporarily deployed to a duty station. While they ripped the flight line up from my base, but work can never stop. Grease stained my hands, my knuckles bloodied from breaking lug nuts off tires and replacing them. Now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, with the only plac... | |
[WP] You meet the goddess of love and beauty, but she's not exactly what you expected. Instead of abundant beauty, she just seems normal and kind of boring. But as you get to know her, she starts to grow on you... | The Goddess of Beauty, surprisingly humble in her charms
Looks up at you with bundles of roses on her arms
Face of no note, flower-adorned hair of plain coloration
Yet in no time at all you feel adoration
Every week you meet in a garden, surrounded by flowers
Eating, laughing, wasting the day's hours
Each m... | What else was I going to do? I had just been temporarily deployed to a duty station. While they ripped the flight line up from my base, but work can never stop. Grease stained my hands, my knuckles bloodied from breaking lug nuts off tires and replacing them. Now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, with the only plac... |
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