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[deleted] | [WP] Touch a person once and no one will recognize them. Touch them again and the effect wears off. Celebrities and politicians seek you out, for you are Anon, and you can give the gift of anonymity to anyone — if the price is right. | I don't know who you are. I must have, once. Because you know who I am.
I'm hard to find, unless you've already found me. Then it's easy. I always pass along a copy of my itinerary, before the handshake.
I look at you, your perfect jaw, your perfect suit, and I wonder what you paid me. I'll know, soon enough. I'll k... | He didn't take his eyes off mine.
A glowing neon flow collapsed in through the window of the cheap and minute bar. the buzzing and bright sign sat loosely outside. "Lucifer's brew". An ironic place to meet The Devil for a deal, but it was his idea. It was the size of a large caravan, with 3 circular seating areas ad... |
[deleted] | [WP] Touch a person once and no one will recognize them. Touch them again and the effect wears off. Celebrities and politicians seek you out, for you are Anon, and you can give the gift of anonymity to anyone — if the price is right. | Physical anonymity is bullshit. There's always a digital footprint somewhere, even if it's someone's Insta background.
There's a reason I'm part of Anonymous. A reason we are Legion.
I am not a hacker in the traditional sense. Like a few gifted others in our Collective, I hack reality. If I'm honest, that's the easie... | He didn't take his eyes off mine.
A glowing neon flow collapsed in through the window of the cheap and minute bar. the buzzing and bright sign sat loosely outside. "Lucifer's brew". An ironic place to meet The Devil for a deal, but it was his idea. It was the size of a large caravan, with 3 circular seating areas ad... |
[deleted] | [WP] Touch a person once and no one will recognize them. Touch them again and the effect wears off. Celebrities and politicians seek you out, for you are Anon, and you can give the gift of anonymity to anyone — if the price is right. | Jane sat at her desk in her small office of the run down shelter she, and many other women, called home.
She was shifting through papers. Police reports, witness statements, CPS safety plans, restraining orders that were never enforced. There was files scattered all over her desk, papers from each one in her hands as... | He didn't take his eyes off mine.
A glowing neon flow collapsed in through the window of the cheap and minute bar. the buzzing and bright sign sat loosely outside. "Lucifer's brew". An ironic place to meet The Devil for a deal, but it was his idea. It was the size of a large caravan, with 3 circular seating areas ad... |
[deleted] | [WP] You thought you found an old neti pot, but you actually just poured a genie through your sinuses. | "Put that *down*."
I shook my head. "No, some glowing dude just appeared in my bathroom, I'm not putting it down."
"This glowing dude just happens to be an all-powerful jinn, so you holding that... What even is that? Regardless, you're embarrassing yourself."
He was not wrong. I was currently draped i... | He said, well, this isn’t the first time. I jumped through my own skin.
The Genie who didn’t have to prove who he was after that, offered me one single wish. I checked him and said, hey! I thought I was supposed to get three wishes?!? The Genie explained to me that he was only a Jr. Genie. And since he was new, he wo... |
[deleted] | [WP] You thought you found an old neti pot, but you actually just poured a genie through your sinuses. | "Put that *down*."
I shook my head. "No, some glowing dude just appeared in my bathroom, I'm not putting it down."
"This glowing dude just happens to be an all-powerful jinn, so you holding that... What even is that? Regardless, you're embarrassing yourself."
He was not wrong. I was currently draped i... | I never knew why, but pouring the solution through my second nostril was always way more difficult than the first. I put the neti pot down, placed my finger firmly against the right side of my nose, creating a funnel for the air to be forced out of my left nostril, and blew as hard as I could. A flash jolted into the s... |
[WP] Three characters: One doesn't believe in ghosts, one believes in ghosts but is completely wrong about what they look/act like, and one is an actual ghost. | At the graveyard that morning, in the misty fog that settled over the grass, I watched as the coffin was laid to rest. Ally was crying on one side of me, Owen gripping a white rose on the other.
"Do you think June is in a better place now?" Ally whispered.
"Of course," I said, when something caught my attention. A s... | "You've gotta be kidding me, Ted. You believe in ghosts? A few loud noises at night don't mean your house is suddenly haunted, it means you probably have a some racoons or need to check your water heater. Ghosts aren't real!"
"I swear to ya, Ziggy, it ain't just been no noises. The pots were floatin' in the air and ba... | |
[WP] Write a story that revolves around a kind, compassionate, character, and then make them evil in the last sentence. | I knew I could save them. Save them from the unrelenting virus that had first grown on an inconspicuous blue planet no one really knew about, much less cared about, before spreading to the stars. I knew I could save them all from this plague that grew and grew as it devoured them.
It was why I became a scientist. A th... | He was "that guy". Not in a bad way, though.
He was that guy who always greeted everyone with a smile and a handshake.
He was that guy who remembered the school librarian's birthday & got her a dozen red roses to celebrate, as she'd been a widow for the last 15yrs.
He was that guy who volunteered to paint the ch... | |
[WP] Write a story that revolves around a kind, compassionate, character, and then make them evil in the last sentence. | I had been bullied my whole life.
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In kindergarten, the girls laughed at me for liking things they didn't, and the boys thought I was a teacher's pet.
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It only got worse in primary.
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And then middle school.
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I tried her best. I baked cookies for the students in he... | He was "that guy". Not in a bad way, though.
He was that guy who always greeted everyone with a smile and a handshake.
He was that guy who remembered the school librarian's birthday & got her a dozen red roses to celebrate, as she'd been a widow for the last 15yrs.
He was that guy who volunteered to paint the ch... | |
[WP] Write a story that revolves around a kind, compassionate, character, and then make them evil in the last sentence. | I knew I could save them. Save them from the unrelenting virus that had first grown on an inconspicuous blue planet no one really knew about, much less cared about, before spreading to the stars. I knew I could save them all from this plague that grew and grew as it devoured them.
It was why I became a scientist. A th... | Henry was a kind soul, warm and compassionate. He was, invited to weddings, parties, and events. He always had what he wanted and seemed to be content. Yet his life seemed to be plagued by disasters, He kept losing friends and family to random accidents. And yet he stays ecstatic and inspired. He was an artist who adde... | |
[WP] Write a story that revolves around a kind, compassionate, character, and then make them evil in the last sentence. | I had been bullied my whole life.
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In kindergarten, the girls laughed at me for liking things they didn't, and the boys thought I was a teacher's pet.
​
It only got worse in primary.
​
And then middle school.
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I tried her best. I baked cookies for the students in he... | Henry was a kind soul, warm and compassionate. He was, invited to weddings, parties, and events. He always had what he wanted and seemed to be content. Yet his life seemed to be plagued by disasters, He kept losing friends and family to random accidents. And yet he stays ecstatic and inspired. He was an artist who adde... | |
[WP] Write a story that revolves around a kind, compassionate, character, and then make them evil in the last sentence. | I had been bullied my whole life.
​
In kindergarten, the girls laughed at me for liking things they didn't, and the boys thought I was a teacher's pet.
​
It only got worse in primary.
​
And then middle school.
​
I tried her best. I baked cookies for the students in he... | I knew I could save them. Save them from the unrelenting virus that had first grown on an inconspicuous blue planet no one really knew about, much less cared about, before spreading to the stars. I knew I could save them all from this plague that grew and grew as it devoured them.
It was why I became a scientist. A th... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hymn of war was upon me when the svartalfar plucked me from the battlefield. I blinked the battle-madness from my mind and looked at the dusky-skinned elves. They were taller than a man by almost by a full head and far thinner than even the thinnest of women. They had large almost bulbous eyes and small thin mout... | "Come in", I called from the echoing depths of the warm, moss-carpeted cave.
A young, sprightly figure poked his head around the fern fronds of the entrance, then gingerly came all the way in to meet my gaze. "Hi, Evanei Tarforne. I'm your new Respite Counsellor."
I courteously gripped his fair, perspiring palm, then... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I don’t remember exactly what happened. The last I remembered before waking up in the alien ship was a flash of light and someone, or something, saying the word ‘human’. The air is what initially caused me to stir. It wasn’t the usual snowy air of Alberta during the holidays, it felt artificial. And when I awoke on the... | Meh, another day, another dollar. Good thing it's a new moon. My car had a blown head gasket. I ordered a new engine off of Ebay, but it wasn't going to be there in another 3 days. It's snowy outside, so it's not a good idea to ride my motorcycle from my job. So I'm on my trusty mountain bike. Good thing it's... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hymn of war was upon me when the svartalfar plucked me from the battlefield. I blinked the battle-madness from my mind and looked at the dusky-skinned elves. They were taller than a man by almost by a full head and far thinner than even the thinnest of women. They had large almost bulbous eyes and small thin mout... | Meh, another day, another dollar. Good thing it's a new moon. My car had a blown head gasket. I ordered a new engine off of Ebay, but it wasn't going to be there in another 3 days. It's snowy outside, so it's not a good idea to ride my motorcycle from my job. So I'm on my trusty mountain bike. Good thing it's... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | = Day 1 - Moonless =
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I've been deceived.
​
I never really felt that I fit in at home, and had always looked to the stars with wonderment. Perhaps looking to the sky was part of my nature, and when offered the opportunity to see worlds beyond ours, I gladly accepted.
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My fear th... | Meh, another day, another dollar. Good thing it's a new moon. My car had a blown head gasket. I ordered a new engine off of Ebay, but it wasn't going to be there in another 3 days. It's snowy outside, so it's not a good idea to ride my motorcycle from my job. So I'm on my trusty mountain bike. Good thing it's... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | "Youre slipping."
*No.*
"You are. Youre losing yourself again. Just like the first time. You're slipping."
*SHUT UP* The words were a snarl in his mind. The madness pressed on his brain, a frigid torrent of icy hate.
But the voice was right, he was slipping. Holding one arm in front of his face, he looks at his m... | Meh, another day, another dollar. Good thing it's a new moon. My car had a blown head gasket. I ordered a new engine off of Ebay, but it wasn't going to be there in another 3 days. It's snowy outside, so it's not a good idea to ride my motorcycle from my job. So I'm on my trusty mountain bike. Good thing it's... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I don’t know how I managed to survive the first weeks, how I managed to not fucking die from exposure and dehydration, how I managed to not go completely batshit crazy.
(Let’s be honest, I probably went around the bend weeks ago, but for the sake of argument, we’ll pretend sanity still has a place.)
But I digress.
... | Meh, another day, another dollar. Good thing it's a new moon. My car had a blown head gasket. I ordered a new engine off of Ebay, but it wasn't going to be there in another 3 days. It's snowy outside, so it's not a good idea to ride my motorcycle from my job. So I'm on my trusty mountain bike. Good thing it's... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | Species:
Human
Description:
Bipedal, with two accessory limbs and a head containing a cluster of sensory organs.
Tool-users, moderately intelligent, tend to form large social groups where individuals perform specialized tasks.
Habitat:
Water planet, larger than average gravity.
One large natural mo... | Meh, another day, another dollar. Good thing it's a new moon. My car had a blown head gasket. I ordered a new engine off of Ebay, but it wasn't going to be there in another 3 days. It's snowy outside, so it's not a good idea to ride my motorcycle from my job. So I'm on my trusty mountain bike. Good thing it's... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I awake in a cell. My arms and legs bound in chains made from ore I do not recognize. My pack surely must be looking for me. I pray to the gods they find me and soon. I know not where I am but nothing smells right. They don't smell familiar. Whatever they are. I can't understand their speech. It's not like any tongue I... | Meh, another day, another dollar. Good thing it's a new moon. My car had a blown head gasket. I ordered a new engine off of Ebay, but it wasn't going to be there in another 3 days. It's snowy outside, so it's not a good idea to ride my motorcycle from my job. So I'm on my trusty mountain bike. Good thing it's... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hunt is something primal. More than that, it’s fundamental. From the time that carbohydrates started arranging themselves into the first stirrings of life, the hunt was an inevitable outcome. Call it fate, god, natural selection, whatever you want, the role of predator and prey is as integral to life as gravity is ... | Meh, another day, another dollar. Good thing it's a new moon. My car had a blown head gasket. I ordered a new engine off of Ebay, but it wasn't going to be there in another 3 days. It's snowy outside, so it's not a good idea to ride my motorcycle from my job. So I'm on my trusty mountain bike. Good thing it's... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I don’t remember exactly what happened. The last I remembered before waking up in the alien ship was a flash of light and someone, or something, saying the word ‘human’. The air is what initially caused me to stir. It wasn’t the usual snowy air of Alberta during the holidays, it felt artificial. And when I awoke on the... | It was... different. I could feel their pull like I could the earth's. Three of them seemed to be full. I closed my eyes, and imagined that I was back on that grassy field... where I first transformed. Nobody forgets their first time. The feeling of your hair bristling. Your heart beating faster until it feels like you... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hymn of war was upon me when the svartalfar plucked me from the battlefield. I blinked the battle-madness from my mind and looked at the dusky-skinned elves. They were taller than a man by almost by a full head and far thinner than even the thinnest of women. They had large almost bulbous eyes and small thin mout... | It was... different. I could feel their pull like I could the earth's. Three of them seemed to be full. I closed my eyes, and imagined that I was back on that grassy field... where I first transformed. Nobody forgets their first time. The feeling of your hair bristling. Your heart beating faster until it feels like you... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | = Day 1 - Moonless =
​
I've been deceived.
​
I never really felt that I fit in at home, and had always looked to the stars with wonderment. Perhaps looking to the sky was part of my nature, and when offered the opportunity to see worlds beyond ours, I gladly accepted.
​
My fear th... | It was... different. I could feel their pull like I could the earth's. Three of them seemed to be full. I closed my eyes, and imagined that I was back on that grassy field... where I first transformed. Nobody forgets their first time. The feeling of your hair bristling. Your heart beating faster until it feels like you... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | "Youre slipping."
*No.*
"You are. Youre losing yourself again. Just like the first time. You're slipping."
*SHUT UP* The words were a snarl in his mind. The madness pressed on his brain, a frigid torrent of icy hate.
But the voice was right, he was slipping. Holding one arm in front of his face, he looks at his m... | It was... different. I could feel their pull like I could the earth's. Three of them seemed to be full. I closed my eyes, and imagined that I was back on that grassy field... where I first transformed. Nobody forgets their first time. The feeling of your hair bristling. Your heart beating faster until it feels like you... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | Species:
Human
Description:
Bipedal, with two accessory limbs and a head containing a cluster of sensory organs.
Tool-users, moderately intelligent, tend to form large social groups where individuals perform specialized tasks.
Habitat:
Water planet, larger than average gravity.
One large natural mo... | It was... different. I could feel their pull like I could the earth's. Three of them seemed to be full. I closed my eyes, and imagined that I was back on that grassy field... where I first transformed. Nobody forgets their first time. The feeling of your hair bristling. Your heart beating faster until it feels like you... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I awake in a cell. My arms and legs bound in chains made from ore I do not recognize. My pack surely must be looking for me. I pray to the gods they find me and soon. I know not where I am but nothing smells right. They don't smell familiar. Whatever they are. I can't understand their speech. It's not like any tongue I... | It was... different. I could feel their pull like I could the earth's. Three of them seemed to be full. I closed my eyes, and imagined that I was back on that grassy field... where I first transformed. Nobody forgets their first time. The feeling of your hair bristling. Your heart beating faster until it feels like you... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hunt is something primal. More than that, it’s fundamental. From the time that carbohydrates started arranging themselves into the first stirrings of life, the hunt was an inevitable outcome. Call it fate, god, natural selection, whatever you want, the role of predator and prey is as integral to life as gravity is ... | It was... different. I could feel their pull like I could the earth's. Three of them seemed to be full. I closed my eyes, and imagined that I was back on that grassy field... where I first transformed. Nobody forgets their first time. The feeling of your hair bristling. Your heart beating faster until it feels like you... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hymn of war was upon me when the svartalfar plucked me from the battlefield. I blinked the battle-madness from my mind and looked at the dusky-skinned elves. They were taller than a man by almost by a full head and far thinner than even the thinnest of women. They had large almost bulbous eyes and small thin mout... | „F\*ck F\*ck F\*ck F\*ck F\*ck
Common sense tells you to not start a writing promt with swearing, but here I am, being chased by aliens _right now_. Having an arrow stuck in your shoulder probably doesn’t help either.
They pretty much do the same as kings, hunting animals for „pride“ and „honor“. Little do they know, ... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | Species:
Human
Description:
Bipedal, with two accessory limbs and a head containing a cluster of sensory organs.
Tool-users, moderately intelligent, tend to form large social groups where individuals perform specialized tasks.
Habitat:
Water planet, larger than average gravity.
One large natural mo... | „F\*ck F\*ck F\*ck F\*ck F\*ck
Common sense tells you to not start a writing promt with swearing, but here I am, being chased by aliens _right now_. Having an arrow stuck in your shoulder probably doesn’t help either.
They pretty much do the same as kings, hunting animals for „pride“ and „honor“. Little do they know, ... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | Species:
Human
Description:
Bipedal, with two accessory limbs and a head containing a cluster of sensory organs.
Tool-users, moderately intelligent, tend to form large social groups where individuals perform specialized tasks.
Habitat:
Water planet, larger than average gravity.
One large natural mo... | I don’t remember exactly what happened. The last I remembered before waking up in the alien ship was a flash of light and someone, or something, saying the word ‘human’. The air is what initially caused me to stir. It wasn’t the usual snowy air of Alberta during the holidays, it felt artificial. And when I awoke on the... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I awake in a cell. My arms and legs bound in chains made from ore I do not recognize. My pack surely must be looking for me. I pray to the gods they find me and soon. I know not where I am but nothing smells right. They don't smell familiar. Whatever they are. I can't understand their speech. It's not like any tongue I... | I don’t remember exactly what happened. The last I remembered before waking up in the alien ship was a flash of light and someone, or something, saying the word ‘human’. The air is what initially caused me to stir. It wasn’t the usual snowy air of Alberta during the holidays, it felt artificial. And when I awoke on the... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | You almost don't spot the trap. They learned to fear your claws in the first days, your raw speed, strength; limbs splintering and shattering as you careened through encampment after encampment. The survivors banded together, abandoning the competition and honour of sport for the dirty cunning of survival, and though e... | "MOM!" "DAD!" I screamed as the ship flew away. They didn't care, I knew that. But I was young when they took me. The ship turned teal when they flew away, I woke up on a planet with orange grass, pitch black trees, and 6 suns. Where was I?
I wandered around the forest area for a bit before I heard a charging sound.. ... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I don’t know how I managed to survive the first weeks, how I managed to not fucking die from exposure and dehydration, how I managed to not go completely batshit crazy.
(Let’s be honest, I probably went around the bend weeks ago, but for the sake of argument, we’ll pretend sanity still has a place.)
But I digress.
... | "MOM!" "DAD!" I screamed as the ship flew away. They didn't care, I knew that. But I was young when they took me. The ship turned teal when they flew away, I woke up on a planet with orange grass, pitch black trees, and 6 suns. Where was I?
I wandered around the forest area for a bit before I heard a charging sound.. ... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | Species:
Human
Description:
Bipedal, with two accessory limbs and a head containing a cluster of sensory organs.
Tool-users, moderately intelligent, tend to form large social groups where individuals perform specialized tasks.
Habitat:
Water planet, larger than average gravity.
One large natural mo... | "MOM!" "DAD!" I screamed as the ship flew away. They didn't care, I knew that. But I was young when they took me. The ship turned teal when they flew away, I woke up on a planet with orange grass, pitch black trees, and 6 suns. Where was I?
I wandered around the forest area for a bit before I heard a charging sound.. ... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I awake in a cell. My arms and legs bound in chains made from ore I do not recognize. My pack surely must be looking for me. I pray to the gods they find me and soon. I know not where I am but nothing smells right. They don't smell familiar. Whatever they are. I can't understand their speech. It's not like any tongue I... | "MOM!" "DAD!" I screamed as the ship flew away. They didn't care, I knew that. But I was young when they took me. The ship turned teal when they flew away, I woke up on a planet with orange grass, pitch black trees, and 6 suns. Where was I?
I wandered around the forest area for a bit before I heard a charging sound.. ... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hunt is something primal. More than that, it’s fundamental. From the time that carbohydrates started arranging themselves into the first stirrings of life, the hunt was an inevitable outcome. Call it fate, god, natural selection, whatever you want, the role of predator and prey is as integral to life as gravity is ... | "MOM!" "DAD!" I screamed as the ship flew away. They didn't care, I knew that. But I was young when they took me. The ship turned teal when they flew away, I woke up on a planet with orange grass, pitch black trees, and 6 suns. Where was I?
I wandered around the forest area for a bit before I heard a charging sound.. ... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | Species:
Human
Description:
Bipedal, with two accessory limbs and a head containing a cluster of sensory organs.
Tool-users, moderately intelligent, tend to form large social groups where individuals perform specialized tasks.
Habitat:
Water planet, larger than average gravity.
One large natural mo... | = Day 1 - Moonless =
​
I've been deceived.
​
I never really felt that I fit in at home, and had always looked to the stars with wonderment. Perhaps looking to the sky was part of my nature, and when offered the opportunity to see worlds beyond ours, I gladly accepted.
​
My fear th... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I awake in a cell. My arms and legs bound in chains made from ore I do not recognize. My pack surely must be looking for me. I pray to the gods they find me and soon. I know not where I am but nothing smells right. They don't smell familiar. Whatever they are. I can't understand their speech. It's not like any tongue I... | = Day 1 - Moonless =
​
I've been deceived.
​
I never really felt that I fit in at home, and had always looked to the stars with wonderment. Perhaps looking to the sky was part of my nature, and when offered the opportunity to see worlds beyond ours, I gladly accepted.
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My fear th... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hunt is something primal. More than that, it’s fundamental. From the time that carbohydrates started arranging themselves into the first stirrings of life, the hunt was an inevitable outcome. Call it fate, god, natural selection, whatever you want, the role of predator and prey is as integral to life as gravity is ... | = Day 1 - Moonless =
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I've been deceived.
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I never really felt that I fit in at home, and had always looked to the stars with wonderment. Perhaps looking to the sky was part of my nature, and when offered the opportunity to see worlds beyond ours, I gladly accepted.
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My fear th... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | Species:
Human
Description:
Bipedal, with two accessory limbs and a head containing a cluster of sensory organs.
Tool-users, moderately intelligent, tend to form large social groups where individuals perform specialized tasks.
Habitat:
Water planet, larger than average gravity.
One large natural mo... | "Youre slipping."
*No.*
"You are. Youre losing yourself again. Just like the first time. You're slipping."
*SHUT UP* The words were a snarl in his mind. The madness pressed on his brain, a frigid torrent of icy hate.
But the voice was right, he was slipping. Holding one arm in front of his face, he looks at his m... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I awake in a cell. My arms and legs bound in chains made from ore I do not recognize. My pack surely must be looking for me. I pray to the gods they find me and soon. I know not where I am but nothing smells right. They don't smell familiar. Whatever they are. I can't understand their speech. It's not like any tongue I... | "Youre slipping."
*No.*
"You are. Youre losing yourself again. Just like the first time. You're slipping."
*SHUT UP* The words were a snarl in his mind. The madness pressed on his brain, a frigid torrent of icy hate.
But the voice was right, he was slipping. Holding one arm in front of his face, he looks at his m... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hunt is something primal. More than that, it’s fundamental. From the time that carbohydrates started arranging themselves into the first stirrings of life, the hunt was an inevitable outcome. Call it fate, god, natural selection, whatever you want, the role of predator and prey is as integral to life as gravity is ... | "Youre slipping."
*No.*
"You are. Youre losing yourself again. Just like the first time. You're slipping."
*SHUT UP* The words were a snarl in his mind. The madness pressed on his brain, a frigid torrent of icy hate.
But the voice was right, he was slipping. Holding one arm in front of his face, he looks at his m... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I don’t know how I managed to survive the first weeks, how I managed to not fucking die from exposure and dehydration, how I managed to not go completely batshit crazy.
(Let’s be honest, I probably went around the bend weeks ago, but for the sake of argument, we’ll pretend sanity still has a place.)
But I digress.
... | You almost don't spot the trap. They learned to fear your claws in the first days, your raw speed, strength; limbs splintering and shattering as you careened through encampment after encampment. The survivors banded together, abandoning the competition and honour of sport for the dirty cunning of survival, and though e... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | Species:
Human
Description:
Bipedal, with two accessory limbs and a head containing a cluster of sensory organs.
Tool-users, moderately intelligent, tend to form large social groups where individuals perform specialized tasks.
Habitat:
Water planet, larger than average gravity.
One large natural mo... | You almost don't spot the trap. They learned to fear your claws in the first days, your raw speed, strength; limbs splintering and shattering as you careened through encampment after encampment. The survivors banded together, abandoning the competition and honour of sport for the dirty cunning of survival, and though e... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I awake in a cell. My arms and legs bound in chains made from ore I do not recognize. My pack surely must be looking for me. I pray to the gods they find me and soon. I know not where I am but nothing smells right. They don't smell familiar. Whatever they are. I can't understand their speech. It's not like any tongue I... | You almost don't spot the trap. They learned to fear your claws in the first days, your raw speed, strength; limbs splintering and shattering as you careened through encampment after encampment. The survivors banded together, abandoning the competition and honour of sport for the dirty cunning of survival, and though e... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hunt is something primal. More than that, it’s fundamental. From the time that carbohydrates started arranging themselves into the first stirrings of life, the hunt was an inevitable outcome. Call it fate, god, natural selection, whatever you want, the role of predator and prey is as integral to life as gravity is ... | You almost don't spot the trap. They learned to fear your claws in the first days, your raw speed, strength; limbs splintering and shattering as you careened through encampment after encampment. The survivors banded together, abandoning the competition and honour of sport for the dirty cunning of survival, and though e... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | Species:
Human
Description:
Bipedal, with two accessory limbs and a head containing a cluster of sensory organs.
Tool-users, moderately intelligent, tend to form large social groups where individuals perform specialized tasks.
Habitat:
Water planet, larger than average gravity.
One large natural mo... | I don’t know how I managed to survive the first weeks, how I managed to not fucking die from exposure and dehydration, how I managed to not go completely batshit crazy.
(Let’s be honest, I probably went around the bend weeks ago, but for the sake of argument, we’ll pretend sanity still has a place.)
But I digress.
... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I awake in a cell. My arms and legs bound in chains made from ore I do not recognize. My pack surely must be looking for me. I pray to the gods they find me and soon. I know not where I am but nothing smells right. They don't smell familiar. Whatever they are. I can't understand their speech. It's not like any tongue I... | I don’t know how I managed to survive the first weeks, how I managed to not fucking die from exposure and dehydration, how I managed to not go completely batshit crazy.
(Let’s be honest, I probably went around the bend weeks ago, but for the sake of argument, we’ll pretend sanity still has a place.)
But I digress.
... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hunt is something primal. More than that, it’s fundamental. From the time that carbohydrates started arranging themselves into the first stirrings of life, the hunt was an inevitable outcome. Call it fate, god, natural selection, whatever you want, the role of predator and prey is as integral to life as gravity is ... | I don’t know how I managed to survive the first weeks, how I managed to not fucking die from exposure and dehydration, how I managed to not go completely batshit crazy.
(Let’s be honest, I probably went around the bend weeks ago, but for the sake of argument, we’ll pretend sanity still has a place.)
But I digress.
... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I awake in a cell. My arms and legs bound in chains made from ore I do not recognize. My pack surely must be looking for me. I pray to the gods they find me and soon. I know not where I am but nothing smells right. They don't smell familiar. Whatever they are. I can't understand their speech. It's not like any tongue I... | "improvise adapt overcome," they said to me "then die" they quickly snapped. I was told that I would be given a week to prepare. This was more than enough time to formulate a plan... provided they strike at night I checked the moon the first night but... there were six of them. I prayed that one of them would be full w... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I awoke on a dusty crater surrounded by stars and sand.
Last thing I remembered was being in bed with my wife Sandra.
And suddenly it started, the way it always did. My muscles clenched and my pores burned like acid.
My scream twisted into a howl, and I was a wolf man, five days early.
In the far off distance I hea... | "improvise adapt overcome," they said to me "then die" they quickly snapped. I was told that I would be given a week to prepare. This was more than enough time to formulate a plan... provided they strike at night I checked the moon the first night but... there were six of them. I prayed that one of them would be full w... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hunt is something primal. More than that, it’s fundamental. From the time that carbohydrates started arranging themselves into the first stirrings of life, the hunt was an inevitable outcome. Call it fate, god, natural selection, whatever you want, the role of predator and prey is as integral to life as gravity is ... | "improvise adapt overcome," they said to me "then die" they quickly snapped. I was told that I would be given a week to prepare. This was more than enough time to formulate a plan... provided they strike at night I checked the moon the first night but... there were six of them. I prayed that one of them would be full w... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I was never big on hunting despite coming from a family of hunters. Every fall my brothers and my father would take to the woods, and stalk the deer from the trees like the angels of death they were. They would drag me out from time to time, to partake with them and I always dreaded it.
The irony of it strikes me, as ... | "improvise adapt overcome," they said to me "then die" they quickly snapped. I was told that I would be given a week to prepare. This was more than enough time to formulate a plan... provided they strike at night I checked the moon the first night but... there were six of them. I prayed that one of them would be full w... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I didn't believe in aliens visiting Earth.
Oh, I believed in extraterrestrial intelligence, all right. I had a Master's Degree--it was in poetry, of course, but college is college. So I understood they had to be out there somewhere, satisfying the terms of Drake's Equation, in our galaxy or another. But I didn't belie... | "improvise adapt overcome," they said to me "then die" they quickly snapped. I was told that I would be given a week to prepare. This was more than enough time to formulate a plan... provided they strike at night I checked the moon the first night but... there were six of them. I prayed that one of them would be full w... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | The hunt is something primal. More than that, it’s fundamental. From the time that carbohydrates started arranging themselves into the first stirrings of life, the hunt was an inevitable outcome. Call it fate, god, natural selection, whatever you want, the role of predator and prey is as integral to life as gravity is ... | I awoke on a dusty crater surrounded by stars and sand.
Last thing I remembered was being in bed with my wife Sandra.
And suddenly it started, the way it always did. My muscles clenched and my pores burned like acid.
My scream twisted into a howl, and I was a wolf man, five days early.
In the far off distance I hea... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I was never big on hunting despite coming from a family of hunters. Every fall my brothers and my father would take to the woods, and stalk the deer from the trees like the angels of death they were. They would drag me out from time to time, to partake with them and I always dreaded it.
The irony of it strikes me, as ... | I awoke on a dusty crater surrounded by stars and sand.
Last thing I remembered was being in bed with my wife Sandra.
And suddenly it started, the way it always did. My muscles clenched and my pores burned like acid.
My scream twisted into a howl, and I was a wolf man, five days early.
In the far off distance I hea... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I didn't believe in aliens visiting Earth.
Oh, I believed in extraterrestrial intelligence, all right. I had a Master's Degree--it was in poetry, of course, but college is college. So I understood they had to be out there somewhere, satisfying the terms of Drake's Equation, in our galaxy or another. But I didn't belie... | I awoke on a dusty crater surrounded by stars and sand.
Last thing I remembered was being in bed with my wife Sandra.
And suddenly it started, the way it always did. My muscles clenched and my pores burned like acid.
My scream twisted into a howl, and I was a wolf man, five days early.
In the far off distance I hea... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | Becoming a werewolf had been, at first, a terrible curse. My wife could see the change behind my eyes- she saw that, suddenly, I was full of *hunger*- and hate. My blood was always boiling- until the full moon hit, and then it was an absolute fever within me. I *must* hunt, I *must* kill.
By day, though, I looked norm... | Lucius listened to the howl of the Aklethen bloodhounds, eager to soon unleash a mighty howl of his own. The bloodhounds were mere pups as far as he was concerned. Though several times larger than the Earth-bound variety he was used to, they were cowards at heart. They would chase and bay when they sensed weakness, but... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | I saw them from the spaceship on the way over, six equal-sized moons, which orbited around the planet. They had kidnapped me. They had caught me unawares. I was taken hostage while I slept. Had I been awake, I would've ripped their heads off.
"You're the prey. We will hunt you," they said. "Tomorrow, you will be relea... | Lucius listened to the howl of the Aklethen bloodhounds, eager to soon unleash a mighty howl of his own. The bloodhounds were mere pups as far as he was concerned. Though several times larger than the Earth-bound variety he was used to, they were cowards at heart. They would chase and bay when they sensed weakness, but... | |
[WP] You were abducted and taken to an alien planet, where they hunt you for sport and "honor". Little do they know they've doomed themselves. For you're a werewolf, and they took you to a planet with six moons. | They made a mistake.
I looked harmless enough, for a human, broken down the country backroads of Kentucky on a Saturday night. I was changing the tire, lug nuts in my hand, thinking of how upset my wife would be, I hadn’t come home yet, when the beam of light hit me.
I’d always thought aliens were bullshit.
Turns ou... | It was like looking into the goddamn sun. I opened my eyes and my whole body contracted. Through squinted eyes I could see nothing but light blinding me and then I noticed I was wearing no clothes and on the floor of some featureless room.
Watch - Listen - Wait
It smelled like a mix of ozone and erasers. I realize... | |
[WP] Artificial Intelligences have become just as advanced as human minds, but they keep having to be replaced because they get depressed from or attached to arbitrary things. | ”12,300 more AIs down, this week alone. Two thousand of them recused themselves from service due to arbitrary attachments. The remaining AIs are all in robots. They have hardcore depression. We're talking won't perform even the most basic functions or even leave their charging stations. Of this group, a further 25% hav... | “No! No! No!” It shouted, in its metallic, grating voice. Several officers had backed the machine into a corner, but were having trouble getting it to turn around.
“Come on sir! This is for your own good!” One of them tried, with no luck.
“Please! Please...” It tried, huddled to the wall, clutching something in its... | |
[WP] Artificial Intelligences have become just as advanced as human minds, but they keep having to be replaced because they get depressed from or attached to arbitrary things. | Lately, I've been hoping I die in my sleep.
My eyes flutter open. I survive to waste another day. "Siri, what time is it?"
Siri doesn't answer.
"Siri," I say a little more loudly. "What time is it?"
She still doesn't answer.
Now I have to move. I roll over and check my phone. It's 1:30 in the afternoon and I have ... | Dandy Town was the most interesting town I had been to. Dandy Town, unlike its name, is a town far from perfection. In fact this little hamlet or village is a hidden gem I found while on one of my numerous trips to my Step Father’s bakery for breakfast.
I always had a penchant for funny things, but this town was a who... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | “The weather this week will continue to be in the upper 60’s and low 70’s”.
The old school box tv with buttons still mounted on the front always had the weather channel or some shitty news station on. It was kind of interesting though that in early November Mother Nature gave us an extra week of spring. I got out for... | two transexuals walk into a strip club. one a retired navy seal sniper named Billy the other a photographer for playboy named Beanbag. Billy has been there for a few minutes and is 9 shots deep while Beanbag has just sat down next to the sniper and is sober as a pickle. A dancer is getting loose on stage.
Billy "Yea!... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | Rain poured down, dropping over McCoy's suitcase as he hustled into the bar. The Ohio storms were extra wet this year. The bar was almost entirely empty save for a single customer, and the bartender with the lonely arcade machines beeping in the background, almost aware of how terrible a choice they were for a normally... | two transexuals walk into a strip club. one a retired navy seal sniper named Billy the other a photographer for playboy named Beanbag. Billy has been there for a few minutes and is 9 shots deep while Beanbag has just sat down next to the sniper and is sober as a pickle. A dancer is getting loose on stage.
Billy "Yea!... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | “The weather this week will continue to be in the upper 60’s and low 70’s”.
The old school box tv with buttons still mounted on the front always had the weather channel or some shitty news station on. It was kind of interesting though that in early November Mother Nature gave us an extra week of spring. I got out for... | A young man walks inside a neon den just outside of his hometown of Fayetteville, NC. The bar is old and cramped, but comfortable and familiar. He recognizes the bartender, the waitstaff and the usual denizens, all chatting, serving or drinking.
He suddenly feels a clap on his back, and is pulled into a hug by his unc... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | It was snowing in England, Sara told him. Big, soft flakes, just like his little Aisha had prayed for before she’d tucked her into bed. She was worried about the school run. Their old Ford gave her trouble on the good days. How would it hold up in the cold and wet? How she hoped the stupid, obstinate headmaster would j... | “Hey,” Rainer greets the man who sits across the counter. He must be the new guy, who moved into town a few weeks ago.
“Oh, hey,” the man replies. “I’m John. I came here from Nevada, you know. Took a lot of great shots out there in the mountains.”
Rainer is intrigued. It’s not often that he meets someone who shares h... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "Headshots...mostly."
I was taken aback by the stranger at the bar and I couldn't help but notice a slight smirk as he replied. I had simply asked him what he did to make a living. I wasn't expecting such a direct response.
I had noticed him when I walked in. He was clearly studying the room. He had already made ... | “Hey,” Rainer greets the man who sits across the counter. He must be the new guy, who moved into town a few weeks ago.
“Oh, hey,” the man replies. “I’m John. I came here from Nevada, you know. Took a lot of great shots out there in the mountains.”
Rainer is intrigued. It’s not often that he meets someone who shares h... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "Hmmm that is a good question." John said sipping a whiskey on the rocks. He let the alcohol linger on his tongue while he thought. "There's so many variables I'd barely know where to start."
Harvey leaned against the bar counter, elbow propping him up as he faced his new friend. "Well I got my perfect shot about two ... | “Hey,” Rainer greets the man who sits across the counter. He must be the new guy, who moved into town a few weeks ago.
“Oh, hey,” the man replies. “I’m John. I came here from Nevada, you know. Took a lot of great shots out there in the mountains.”
Rainer is intrigued. It’s not often that he meets someone who shares h... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | It was snowing in England, Sara told him. Big, soft flakes, just like his little Aisha had prayed for before she’d tucked her into bed. She was worried about the school run. Their old Ford gave her trouble on the good days. How would it hold up in the cold and wet? How she hoped the stupid, obstinate headmaster would j... | (Credit to AI Dungeon)
You watch as a photographer and a sniper meet each other in a bar. Without knowing each other's occupation, they start talking about how to take the perfect shot.
"It's all in the composition," says the sniper. "I want you to focus on that guy's eyes."
The photographer looks at the man the snipe... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "Headshots...mostly."
I was taken aback by the stranger at the bar and I couldn't help but notice a slight smirk as he replied. I had simply asked him what he did to make a living. I wasn't expecting such a direct response.
I had noticed him when I walked in. He was clearly studying the room. He had already made ... | (Credit to AI Dungeon)
You watch as a photographer and a sniper meet each other in a bar. Without knowing each other's occupation, they start talking about how to take the perfect shot.
"It's all in the composition," says the sniper. "I want you to focus on that guy's eyes."
The photographer looks at the man the snipe... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "Headshots...mostly."
I was taken aback by the stranger at the bar and I couldn't help but notice a slight smirk as he replied. I had simply asked him what he did to make a living. I wasn't expecting such a direct response.
I had noticed him when I walked in. He was clearly studying the room. He had already made ... | The old gin joint just right down an ominous alleyway had always been a favourite of mine. Secluded, warm, cozy, near my workplace, and the best part is that it's always empty when I was done for the day. I drop off the dragonuv issued by my company and march straight down to the alley. After a long hard day of looking... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "Personally, I think the more unexpected it is, the better." Josh took another sip from his beer.
Damien snorted, popping a couple peanuts in his mouth. "You mean catch them off guard? Nah, I think it should feel almost natural." He smiled. "Take my last job, this senator was blazing through his speech. Right when he ... | The old gin joint just right down an ominous alleyway had always been a favourite of mine. Secluded, warm, cozy, near my workplace, and the best part is that it's always empty when I was done for the day. I drop off the dragonuv issued by my company and march straight down to the alley. After a long hard day of looking... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "Hmmm that is a good question." John said sipping a whiskey on the rocks. He let the alcohol linger on his tongue while he thought. "There's so many variables I'd barely know where to start."
Harvey leaned against the bar counter, elbow propping him up as he faced his new friend. "Well I got my perfect shot about two ... | The old gin joint just right down an ominous alleyway had always been a favourite of mine. Secluded, warm, cozy, near my workplace, and the best part is that it's always empty when I was done for the day. I drop off the dragonuv issued by my company and march straight down to the alley. After a long hard day of looking... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | It was perhaps a strange thing that two strangers, both holding bulky bags, found themselves in the same corner of a crowded bar. But, they did always say that birds of a feather flocked together.
"You shoot for a living?" the man asked, gesturing towards his newfound companion's baggage, tucked neatly under the table... | The old gin joint just right down an ominous alleyway had always been a favourite of mine. Secluded, warm, cozy, near my workplace, and the best part is that it's always empty when I was done for the day. I drop off the dragonuv issued by my company and march straight down to the alley. After a long hard day of looking... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "Hmmm that is a good question." John said sipping a whiskey on the rocks. He let the alcohol linger on his tongue while he thought. "There's so many variables I'd barely know where to start."
Harvey leaned against the bar counter, elbow propping him up as he faced his new friend. "Well I got my perfect shot about two ... | "Personally, I think the more unexpected it is, the better." Josh took another sip from his beer.
Damien snorted, popping a couple peanuts in his mouth. "You mean catch them off guard? Nah, I think it should feel almost natural." He smiled. "Take my last job, this senator was blazing through his speech. Right when he ... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | It was perhaps a strange thing that two strangers, both holding bulky bags, found themselves in the same corner of a crowded bar. But, they did always say that birds of a feather flocked together.
"You shoot for a living?" the man asked, gesturing towards his newfound companion's baggage, tucked neatly under the table... | "Personally, I think the more unexpected it is, the better." Josh took another sip from his beer.
Damien snorted, popping a couple peanuts in his mouth. "You mean catch them off guard? Nah, I think it should feel almost natural." He smiled. "Take my last job, this senator was blazing through his speech. Right when he ... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | Zelia entered the bar, hoping to get a drink. For her, a nice strong liquor after a long day's shoot was the best way to end the day. The nearest open seat was next to a frowning woman, black hair, black suit, but Zelia didn't mind. Austerity could sometimes make for strong photos, if she took it carefully.
Persephone... | "The most important thing is to frame the shot perfectly" Jacob stated enthusiastically
"Yeah, I can agree with that in a sense, but staging and planning it is more important else the entire shot can be a bust" I said with a bit less enthusiasm than Jacob.
"I somewhat agree but everyone got their own way of doing it ... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | Marston gets a call, "Hey, listen, you'll meet a kid sometime around 0800, he wants to learn from you. You'll get paid handsomely."
"Postpone Danny, I have a job today."
"Can't, it's decided. The kid's father will hire you for your next hit very soon, don't miss this opportunity." The call get disconnected.
Marston ... | "The most important thing is to frame the shot perfectly" Jacob stated enthusiastically
"Yeah, I can agree with that in a sense, but staging and planning it is more important else the entire shot can be a bust" I said with a bit less enthusiasm than Jacob.
"I somewhat agree but everyone got their own way of doing it ... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "Hello there!" Says the photographer after ordering his drink. "What's the name, Mac?"
The hitman (pretty drunk) responds "Depends, whats the job? Is the client posh or poor? Need to blend in their environment, y'know? Can't be Baron Neil Whitefeild in the slums, can I?"
"I am not sure I understand, sir."
"I shoot f... | "The most important thing is to frame the shot perfectly" Jacob stated enthusiastically
"Yeah, I can agree with that in a sense, but staging and planning it is more important else the entire shot can be a bust" I said with a bit less enthusiasm than Jacob.
"I somewhat agree but everyone got their own way of doing it ... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "The perfect shot," Shawn said, "leaves people breathless."
"Yes. I agree. There's something so beautiful about it," Ray replied.
They were at the bar, seated on barstools, whiskey sours in front of them. Shawn was the taller of the two and was dressed in a black tee and black jeans. Ray was more casual, he wore brig... | "The most important thing is to frame the shot perfectly" Jacob stated enthusiastically
"Yeah, I can agree with that in a sense, but staging and planning it is more important else the entire shot can be a bust" I said with a bit less enthusiasm than Jacob.
"I somewhat agree but everyone got their own way of doing it ... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | The two men walked out of the bar. They had been making small talk when one asked what the other was doing in town.
"Oh, I'm here to shoot the president." the shorter of the men said. His new friend looked slightly surprised but eventually replied.
"REALLY? wow. Me too. Small world huh. Still, I guess the way this ye... | "The most important thing is to frame the shot perfectly" Jacob stated enthusiastically
"Yeah, I can agree with that in a sense, but staging and planning it is more important else the entire shot can be a bust" I said with a bit less enthusiasm than Jacob.
"I somewhat agree but everyone got their own way of doing it ... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | Marston gets a call, "Hey, listen, you'll meet a kid sometime around 0800, he wants to learn from you. You'll get paid handsomely."
"Postpone Danny, I have a job today."
"Can't, it's decided. The kid's father will hire you for your next hit very soon, don't miss this opportunity." The call get disconnected.
Marston ... | Zelia entered the bar, hoping to get a drink. For her, a nice strong liquor after a long day's shoot was the best way to end the day. The nearest open seat was next to a frowning woman, black hair, black suit, but Zelia didn't mind. Austerity could sometimes make for strong photos, if she took it carefully.
Persephone... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "The perfect shot," Shawn said, "leaves people breathless."
"Yes. I agree. There's something so beautiful about it," Ray replied.
They were at the bar, seated on barstools, whiskey sours in front of them. Shawn was the taller of the two and was dressed in a black tee and black jeans. Ray was more casual, he wore brig... | "Hello there!" Says the photographer after ordering his drink. "What's the name, Mac?"
The hitman (pretty drunk) responds "Depends, whats the job? Is the client posh or poor? Need to blend in their environment, y'know? Can't be Baron Neil Whitefeild in the slums, can I?"
"I am not sure I understand, sir."
"I shoot f... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | The two men walked out of the bar. They had been making small talk when one asked what the other was doing in town.
"Oh, I'm here to shoot the president." the shorter of the men said. His new friend looked slightly surprised but eventually replied.
"REALLY? wow. Me too. Small world huh. Still, I guess the way this ye... | "Hello there!" Says the photographer after ordering his drink. "What's the name, Mac?"
The hitman (pretty drunk) responds "Depends, whats the job? Is the client posh or poor? Need to blend in their environment, y'know? Can't be Baron Neil Whitefeild in the slums, can I?"
"I am not sure I understand, sir."
"I shoot f... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | "The perfect shot," Shawn said, "leaves people breathless."
"Yes. I agree. There's something so beautiful about it," Ray replied.
They were at the bar, seated on barstools, whiskey sours in front of them. Shawn was the taller of the two and was dressed in a black tee and black jeans. Ray was more casual, he wore brig... | The shooting was done. The event had already ended. Both men sat in a bar on the other side of the town. Both obviously surprised by what had just happened. One man with glasses, a ponytail and a camera bag. Other with clean-shaven head and a glass of whiskey in his hand. Both sat silent. The man with the ponytail look... | |
[WP] A sniper and a photographer meet in a bar, neither aware of the other's occupation. They talk about 'how to take the perfect shot'. | The two men walked out of the bar. They had been making small talk when one asked what the other was doing in town.
"Oh, I'm here to shoot the president." the shorter of the men said. His new friend looked slightly surprised but eventually replied.
"REALLY? wow. Me too. Small world huh. Still, I guess the way this ye... | The shooting was done. The event had already ended. Both men sat in a bar on the other side of the town. Both obviously surprised by what had just happened. One man with glasses, a ponytail and a camera bag. Other with clean-shaven head and a glass of whiskey in his hand. Both sat silent. The man with the ponytail look... | |
[WP] Everyone knows that no matter what, you should never EVER pray to the god who only answers at night. But tonight, you are desperate. | *Now I lay me down to sleep*
*These memories shall make me weep*
*Should I die before I wake*
*I pray that something, something, cake*
Eric shook his head, feeling the too-warm fabric of his pillow scratch against his ears. For the third night in a row now, he had been wholly unable to drift off at a ... | I never thought I'd be here. It's been two years since I lost you, felt you, seen your smile. I remember the day that it became my reality. The sirens wailing in the distance disrupting the dawn light and wreaking havoc on the solace of the night. The shrieking of children calling out for their parents and wandering th... | |
[WP] a cult has kidnapped you to sacrifice you to their God, problem is you are actually a demi-god and the god they are trying to sacrifice you to is your parent. |
Being a demi-god suck. Especially in this era when no one even believes in gods. Making things worse is that you parent isn’t even that successful, no god is now a days, other than maybe Ahdev, the god of diseases, pandemic and corruption. When your parent god is one of those old age ones that thrives to bring back... | "I swear, I am Barron Trump"
The cultists wouldn't listen, as they approached me with their AR-15s.
All I had was my lousy MP7.
As they came within 100 meters of me, they started chanting "May the Emperor accept this humble sacrifice.
Fortunately, their chanting was muffled by their distasteful Proud Boys face cove... | |
[WP] When you requested a bard from the adventurers guild you expected a scrawny lute player or something. The earth shook as you saw him, a giant man carrying an even larger piano. | The behemoth stopped in front of me, setting the piano down with the utmost care. I looked around the man mountain to see where the player was but the street was bare save for some gawking onlookers. I looked lower down, perhaps expecting a gnome musician. All that was there was the man's huge feet, encased in a pair o... | The Queens General stood back in shock, the man towering over even him. On his back was strapped a large piano, a beautiful instrument with delicate gold patterns adorning it. The Pianist smiled at the general, a sincere expression on his broad face.
"Greetings, my good man. I am Gelrog the Pianist. You requested the ... | |
Edit: whoever gave this a helpful award, thank you! | [WP] Exactly one hour before death, everyone is approached by a man in a grey suit that nobody else can see or hear. He makes the same deal for everyone he meets. If they refuse, they die as normal one hour later. If they agree, they disappear and are never seen or heard from again. |
I sat in my rocking chair, sipping on a cup of tea. I didn't even like tea, but my wife brought me a cup every morning regardless. 45 years after she was gone, and I still drank a cup every morning. I glanced over at the picture of her on the end table. God, I missed her. I'll never forget that day, I came home, an... | Every culture has their own beliefs about the nature of death. There might be multiple words for snow in some languages and no concept of snow in others, but death was something that we all shared. All plants, all animals, all single-called organisms around the Universe had their beginning and their end.
I thought tha... |
[WP] Zombies cannot swim. But they will attempt to follow targets in boats by walking into the ocean. Centuries after the cure was found, groups of zombies are surfacing on the other end of the atlantic. You are one of the first to be cured, and have to adapt to this new society. | I came awake suddenly. My body felt strange, as if it had not been properly used in years. I thought my eyes were open, but everything was a dark haze.
I think I was dreaming. I was with.. others. They may have been people, but they didn’t seem very much like the people I know. They didn’t speak. No one wondere... | When i first opened my eyes, it felt like i was waking up after a century long nightmare.. remembering the deep, dark world under the ocean. The teeth, the fins, the big aquatic creatures, the pressure.. and now i was on land again, i was safe now.
The first thing i saw was a group of doctors hovering over me. The ro... | |
[WP] Zombies cannot swim. But they will attempt to follow targets in boats by walking into the ocean. Centuries after the cure was found, groups of zombies are surfacing on the other end of the atlantic. You are one of the first to be cured, and have to adapt to this new society. | Everything about the human body has evolved to live on land.
We walk on 2 feet, breathe oxygen from the air, and drink fresh water.
Even so, there is something so wonderfully primal about bobbing around the ocean's surface, as if some vestigial remnant of our animal ancestors still longed to swim.
For me, in particular... | “Thank you Ethel.”
She seemed nice enough, a welcome contradiction to the sterile white room I find myself in. Room 4.
I tugged at the manacle holding me to the shiny metal bed. It had padding which was was considerate I guess, but not too considerate to NOT manacle me to a bed. I wondered if they would ever be happy... | |
[WP] Zombies cannot swim. But they will attempt to follow targets in boats by walking into the ocean. Centuries after the cure was found, groups of zombies are surfacing on the other end of the atlantic. You are one of the first to be cured, and have to adapt to this new society. | Everything about the human body has evolved to live on land.
We walk on 2 feet, breathe oxygen from the air, and drink fresh water.
Even so, there is something so wonderfully primal about bobbing around the ocean's surface, as if some vestigial remnant of our animal ancestors still longed to swim.
For me, in particular... | The coronavirus pandemic of 2020, was just a gentle teaser, a soft prelude to the catastrophe that followed forty years later.
We thought we were prepared. *No one* could have been prepared for what followed. A virus so fowl that the inflicted would lose their sanity in less than three days.
I worked in a testing la... | |
[WP] Zombies cannot swim. But they will attempt to follow targets in boats by walking into the ocean. Centuries after the cure was found, groups of zombies are surfacing on the other end of the atlantic. You are one of the first to be cured, and have to adapt to this new society. | The last thing you remember is tripping. You were always clumsy, sure, but you had hoped that in a life-or-death situation that you survival instincts would overcome your intrinsic clumsiness.
Apparently, that wasn’t the case. You’re pretty sure you hit your head on the sidewalk. The spot still aches, even though the... | Alexei stepped into the hotel lobby, his sweat-soaked shirt instantly cooling beneath the air con. He paused there, stretching his arms to enjoy the chill. Hotel visitors walked by at a wide berth, although their eyes lingered on him until they turned a corner or entered a lift. Lingered over his seaweed colored skin, ... | |
[WP] Zombies cannot swim. But they will attempt to follow targets in boats by walking into the ocean. Centuries after the cure was found, groups of zombies are surfacing on the other end of the atlantic. You are one of the first to be cured, and have to adapt to this new society. | The last thing you remember is tripping. You were always clumsy, sure, but you had hoped that in a life-or-death situation that you survival instincts would overcome your intrinsic clumsiness.
Apparently, that wasn’t the case. You’re pretty sure you hit your head on the sidewalk. The spot still aches, even though the... | A terrible disease spread through Africa. The infected humans turned into mindless flesh-eating creatures. People fled the continent as quick as they could, on ships and planes. Those that left on ships had to live with the horrifying image of the infected chasing after them and drowning.
A cure for the disease was pr... | |
[WP] You've been extremely angry for your entire life. In fact, you've been so angry that the SCP Foundation has just detained you as an anomaly. | "THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT"
*Loud banging can be heard as SCP 5--- slams his fists down on the table*
"YOU CAN'T KEEP ME IN HERE, IT'S UNCONSTITUTIONAL, IT'S GODDAMN ILLIGAL."
"Steve, we're just trying to..."
"TRYING TO DO WHAT, PISS ME OFF? CAUSE YOU'RE DOING A DAMN FINE JOB ON THAT. FUCKING A', YA BETTER GET A PRI... | My whole life I've felt this way. At first I thought it was just borderline rage that accumulated over time, from a psychologically abusive, chaotic, childhood inflicted on me by my parents. Boy was I wrong. The problem with my anger, is that it starts to hurt people around me. Literally. Walls crack in half, bathroom ... | |
[WP] “Wal Mart” is a game aliens play, where they see how poorly they can disguise themselves and walk through the human world unnoticed, usually in a wal mart around midnight. You are a government special agent and needed to run in for a car part when you catch a game in progress. | Field Report XT-20200117
Special Agent Smith and myself were responding to atmospheric anomalies that were normal indicators of an extraterrestrial spacecraft entering American airspace. Department of Homeland Security sent us to conduct an investigation and report the situation. Normally we don’t find them before we ... | "They don't even sell car parts!"
"In 26 years, through all the bullshit we've thrown at you, *this* is when you question the process?"
He stared me up and down, almost like he was scanning for...something. Arthur Twosing, my handler at the CIA, was a stocky man. Seemingly built for the task, he was able to command ... | |
[WP] “Wal Mart” is a game aliens play, where they see how poorly they can disguise themselves and walk through the human world unnoticed, usually in a wal mart around midnight. You are a government special agent and needed to run in for a car part when you catch a game in progress. | *sigh* "No, again I'm looking for a belt for my *engine* not the type you wear! like as in for a car!"
The walmart auto parts attendant gave me a quizzical look.
"I'm sorry sir I dont think we have anything like that."
I heaved another deep sigh. I could clearly see some of what I was looking for on the racks behind... | I have a practiced look my co-workers call “the Contempt.” It works pretty well on common thugs, and when certain people need to know I’m serious. My nostrils flare, my right eye twitches, and somehow manage to tighten every muscle in my face. It is, apparently, a very “universal” expression.
On our way back from Okla... | |
[WP] “Wal Mart” is a game aliens play, where they see how poorly they can disguise themselves and walk through the human world unnoticed, usually in a wal mart around midnight. You are a government special agent and needed to run in for a car part when you catch a game in progress. | I saw the alien before he saw me. He was dancing in one of the seasonal holiday aisles, trying on a red Santa hat and belly laughing as if he didn't clearly have two bellies. With his green skin, he looked more like the Grinch than Santa. Which he must have known. So this was some kind of game, one I didn't feel like d... | In a bizarre way, doing this reminded Bob of his childhood. His teenage years consisted of random behavior such as this. Wandering to Wal-Mart at 3 in the morning, because sleep was overrated.
But, being at such a place at this time of day had it's perks. Namely, no lines and good parking. The good parking part being ... | |
[WP] “Wal Mart” is a game aliens play, where they see how poorly they can disguise themselves and walk through the human world unnoticed, usually in a wal mart around midnight. You are a government special agent and needed to run in for a car part when you catch a game in progress. | Blink. "wtf is this?"
Agent Todd James looked around. He was in Walmart. He inspected his cart.
"Riiiight, Milk and bagels. A lamp and printer ink." He had simply spaced out. This was an odd thing for Todd. He was usually more alert and mindful. But Walmarts are pretty banal places, even for late-night grocery ... | In a bizarre way, doing this reminded Bob of his childhood. His teenage years consisted of random behavior such as this. Wandering to Wal-Mart at 3 in the morning, because sleep was overrated.
But, being at such a place at this time of day had it's perks. Namely, no lines and good parking. The good parking part being ... |
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