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[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 ... | 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... | |
[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 ... | Fuck, a beautiful word.
Can be used in any sentence, any conversation, any context, any moment, it fits. If common courtesy disallowed Alex from using it too often, he still secretely admired the grace with which this word flowed seamlessly in his vocabulary.
Fuck.
Fuck it.
Fuck this.
Fuck me.
Fuck me indeed, tho... | |
[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 ... | It had been a long day and was only getting longer. Jessie needed to get some screenwash. Partner Gaz had been a prick and left the car completely empty.
It had been fine earlier but now it was dark and late, upcoming headlights completely obscured her vision. Can you imagine being trained to handle xenos from everyw... | |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | \[Poem\] The demon took possession of his victim’s soul. Causing mayhem was his goal. As soon as he got in and was about to begin, he questioned if he could win. His patience grew thin. On his victim’s face appeared a broad grin. Thousands of voices of his kin? The voices even scared the demon. How can this be, what is... | Chaos was normally home for a demon; its plaything, its toy. The cacophony of thought, so utterly random and coming from several different directions at once almost stunned him.
*A series of events, commonplace enough in Hell but as punishment- she'd been one like the damned had taken as a child, then.*
He banished ... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | A man in his thirties takes a drag from his cigarrette as he stares at the winding Blackstone River. At a state park reserve, where one part looked like a wonderful passage besides a river and the other a sand-filled swamp with many faerie rings and the occasional elemental burst of primal magic. No one could see these... | Blinding, wretched, cursed light pierced my head like an ice pick driven by a freight train. My skin was too tight, tingling. Without even the ability to think, I wretched in agony.
My calendar incomprehensible to me, to another, I knew it would show desperation. Two months ago this started. Last month I found the so... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | I was hungry. And there was a mortal soul nearby. It reeked of vulnerability. They were already in a graveyard, where the connection between worlds is stronger. It was conscious, but empty bottles surrounded it and it was staring blankly at the ground as it sat and leaned against a tombstone.
This will be easy. I wra... | Blinding, wretched, cursed light pierced my head like an ice pick driven by a freight train. My skin was too tight, tingling. Without even the ability to think, I wretched in agony.
My calendar incomprehensible to me, to another, I knew it would show desperation. Two months ago this started. Last month I found the so... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | "Good luck, you'll need it", said the human as he drew the knife down his palm, the warm blood opening a conduit for the demon to enter his malnourished and broken body. His skin undulated under the changing physiology, the demon's essence changing the chemistry of his blood, rearranging organs and invading the synapti... | Blinding, wretched, cursed light pierced my head like an ice pick driven by a freight train. My skin was too tight, tingling. Without even the ability to think, I wretched in agony.
My calendar incomprehensible to me, to another, I knew it would show desperation. Two months ago this started. Last month I found the so... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | The screaming began soon after. This man’s head was just full of it. The screaming wasn’t even screams of pain or sorrow, just absent yelling. Screaming out of boredom. Somehow that was worse.
The demon thought it could get used to screaming. Hell was full of it, after all. But more sounds surfaced. Music was the wor... | Blinding, wretched, cursed light pierced my head like an ice pick driven by a freight train. My skin was too tight, tingling. Without even the ability to think, I wretched in agony.
My calendar incomprehensible to me, to another, I knew it would show desperation. Two months ago this started. Last month I found the so... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | "Good luck, you'll need it", said the human as he drew the knife down his palm, the warm blood opening a conduit for the demon to enter his malnourished and broken body. His skin undulated under the changing physiology, the demon's essence changing the chemistry of his blood, rearranging organs and invading the synapti... | I was hungry. And there was a mortal soul nearby. It reeked of vulnerability. They were already in a graveyard, where the connection between worlds is stronger. It was conscious, but empty bottles surrounded it and it was staring blankly at the ground as it sat and leaned against a tombstone.
This will be easy. I wra... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | The screaming began soon after. This man’s head was just full of it. The screaming wasn’t even screams of pain or sorrow, just absent yelling. Screaming out of boredom. Somehow that was worse.
The demon thought it could get used to screaming. Hell was full of it, after all. But more sounds surfaced. Music was the wor... | I was hungry. And there was a mortal soul nearby. It reeked of vulnerability. They were already in a graveyard, where the connection between worlds is stronger. It was conscious, but empty bottles surrounded it and it was staring blankly at the ground as it sat and leaned against a tombstone.
This will be easy. I wra... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | The screaming began soon after. This man’s head was just full of it. The screaming wasn’t even screams of pain or sorrow, just absent yelling. Screaming out of boredom. Somehow that was worse.
The demon thought it could get used to screaming. Hell was full of it, after all. But more sounds surfaced. Music was the wor... | "Good luck, you'll need it", said the human as he drew the knife down his palm, the warm blood opening a conduit for the demon to enter his malnourished and broken body. His skin undulated under the changing physiology, the demon's essence changing the chemistry of his blood, rearranging organs and invading the synapti... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | The screaming began soon after. This man’s head was just full of it. The screaming wasn’t even screams of pain or sorrow, just absent yelling. Screaming out of boredom. Somehow that was worse.
The demon thought it could get used to screaming. Hell was full of it, after all. But more sounds surfaced. Music was the wor... | It tore through him like wildfire. Consuming his energies as it should be. As it'd always been. Oh yes, such succulence, strength, power and what focus! The demon stopped to gloat inside of the man's mind. But instead of the abject terror, it only felt a muted attention, as if the man was studying him.
"We need to fi... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | Upon the tranference of his being into the young man's body, Baleron the demon, found himself posessed by a strong sense of ennui. Whisps of long ago experienced manuscripts, moving images and waves of musical poetry flooded his hellish mind.
Great, he thought. Some artist again. They were so dramatic. Did they not un... | Gregor punched through the curtains of reality, cascading through dimensions, and sweeping over humanity's collective consciousness like a sulfurous wind. The triple-reinforced wards on Faith's room fluttered pointlessly in the wind, and stirred up the layer of dust in her room. The demon reached through its imp's spid... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | It’s the small towns that make the best hunting grounds. Their people are isolated, both from each other and the greater world. And in that isolation grows fear. Anger. Resentment. A cocktail of simmering grudges that persist and grow over generations, until each and every one of those outwardly hospitable individuals ... | Gregor punched through the curtains of reality, cascading through dimensions, and sweeping over humanity's collective consciousness like a sulfurous wind. The triple-reinforced wards on Faith's room fluttered pointlessly in the wind, and stirred up the layer of dust in her room. The demon reached through its imp's spid... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | Xullufiti couldn't believe this luck, finally, an escape from the clutches of Hell! Not a crack, not a nightmare, but a veritable door from one reality to the next. A vessel! A passage between worlds!
He cackled loudly as he swarmed into the human body, their soul swapped away almost effortlessly in the exchange. But ... | Gregor punched through the curtains of reality, cascading through dimensions, and sweeping over humanity's collective consciousness like a sulfurous wind. The triple-reinforced wards on Faith's room fluttered pointlessly in the wind, and stirred up the layer of dust in her room. The demon reached through its imp's spid... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | Thraxis smiled as the human signed the contract. A simple thing, possession for a few years in exchange for a long life and wealth. He stepped forward and turned to a mist as the ink on the contract dried. He expected a last second struggle but was surprised to hear, "Good luck... You'll need it." He wasn't sure what ... | Gregor punched through the curtains of reality, cascading through dimensions, and sweeping over humanity's collective consciousness like a sulfurous wind. The triple-reinforced wards on Faith's room fluttered pointlessly in the wind, and stirred up the layer of dust in her room. The demon reached through its imp's spid... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | Xullufiti couldn't believe this luck, finally, an escape from the clutches of Hell! Not a crack, not a nightmare, but a veritable door from one reality to the next. A vessel! A passage between worlds!
He cackled loudly as he swarmed into the human body, their soul swapped away almost effortlessly in the exchange. But ... | Upon the tranference of his being into the young man's body, Baleron the demon, found himself posessed by a strong sense of ennui. Whisps of long ago experienced manuscripts, moving images and waves of musical poetry flooded his hellish mind.
Great, he thought. Some artist again. They were so dramatic. Did they not un... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | Xullufiti couldn't believe this luck, finally, an escape from the clutches of Hell! Not a crack, not a nightmare, but a veritable door from one reality to the next. A vessel! A passage between worlds!
He cackled loudly as he swarmed into the human body, their soul swapped away almost effortlessly in the exchange. But ... | It’s the small towns that make the best hunting grounds. Their people are isolated, both from each other and the greater world. And in that isolation grows fear. Anger. Resentment. A cocktail of simmering grudges that persist and grow over generations, until each and every one of those outwardly hospitable individuals ... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | Xullufiti couldn't believe this luck, finally, an escape from the clutches of Hell! Not a crack, not a nightmare, but a veritable door from one reality to the next. A vessel! A passage between worlds!
He cackled loudly as he swarmed into the human body, their soul swapped away almost effortlessly in the exchange. But ... | The man just let me take over completely. The lust was upon me, the blood-rage roaring in my ears, claws extended in both dimensions, pulling, rending, scraping... Only then when it was too late did I realise something was wrong. My victims had never reacted like this before, in all the millennia.
'Good luck,' the man... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | Thraxis smiled as the human signed the contract. A simple thing, possession for a few years in exchange for a long life and wealth. He stepped forward and turned to a mist as the ink on the contract dried. He expected a last second struggle but was surprised to hear, "Good luck... You'll need it." He wasn't sure what ... | The man just let me take over completely. The lust was upon me, the blood-rage roaring in my ears, claws extended in both dimensions, pulling, rending, scraping... Only then when it was too late did I realise something was wrong. My victims had never reacted like this before, in all the millennia.
'Good luck,' the man... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | *Look. This is your first time, is it?*
**Silence, Mortal.**
*No, I'm serious. Being a disembodied soul really seems to broaden the perspective. I can see you struggling with my body. Exhale, by the way. You need to do that so you can inhale again. That's right, just... blow. Now inhale... And exhale... Good. Is this... | The man just let me take over completely. The lust was upon me, the blood-rage roaring in my ears, claws extended in both dimensions, pulling, rending, scraping... Only then when it was too late did I realise something was wrong. My victims had never reacted like this before, in all the millennia.
'Good luck,' the man... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | I never expected humans to be so delectable. I smelled her as soon as I clawed my way out of the portal—a lingering trail of sweetness perfuming the air. The trail led me to this sleeping beauty. Her hair fanned behind her head in a fiery halo, and her pale skin glowed beneath the moonlight like a beckoning beacon.
He... | The man just let me take over completely. The lust was upon me, the blood-rage roaring in my ears, claws extended in both dimensions, pulling, rending, scraping... Only then when it was too late did I realise something was wrong. My victims had never reacted like this before, in all the millennia.
'Good luck,' the man... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | *Look. This is your first time, is it?*
**Silence, Mortal.**
*No, I'm serious. Being a disembodied soul really seems to broaden the perspective. I can see you struggling with my body. Exhale, by the way. You need to do that so you can inhale again. That's right, just... blow. Now inhale... And exhale... Good. Is this... | Buvolell -- Fell Lord of the Doomkeep -- padded after his prey. His steps were whisper soft as they went down the stairs to the basement apartment. The demon dragged his long nails as delicious expectation flared inside him.
Peter Jensen. 26. There was something about him that struck Buvolell as intriguing. Something ... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | The demon haunted the rooftops as it stalked its victim below. She walked through the alleyways as if nothing in the world mattered, unaware of the nightmare about to befall her. The demon waited until she walked into a dead-end, trapped by walls on all sides. It ran along the rooftops and pounced, aiming for its targe... | Buvolell -- Fell Lord of the Doomkeep -- padded after his prey. His steps were whisper soft as they went down the stairs to the basement apartment. The demon dragged his long nails as delicious expectation flared inside him.
Peter Jensen. 26. There was something about him that struck Buvolell as intriguing. Something ... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | As a demon I'd never seen a woman accept possession.
I would devour her soul after years of hungering for one. She would be my sixth. And it came so easy until I stabbed my claws in her neck to absorb her spirit she boomed, "Good luck. You're going to need it."
Then I felt my whole body get sucked into my victim.
Or... | Buvolell -- Fell Lord of the Doomkeep -- padded after his prey. His steps were whisper soft as they went down the stairs to the basement apartment. The demon dragged his long nails as delicious expectation flared inside him.
Peter Jensen. 26. There was something about him that struck Buvolell as intriguing. Something ... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | I never expected humans to be so delectable. I smelled her as soon as I clawed my way out of the portal—a lingering trail of sweetness perfuming the air. The trail led me to this sleeping beauty. Her hair fanned behind her head in a fiery halo, and her pale skin glowed beneath the moonlight like a beckoning beacon.
He... | Buvolell -- Fell Lord of the Doomkeep -- padded after his prey. His steps were whisper soft as they went down the stairs to the basement apartment. The demon dragged his long nails as delicious expectation flared inside him.
Peter Jensen. 26. There was something about him that struck Buvolell as intriguing. Something ... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | As his throat closed over, the blonde man fell to his knees and pressed both hands against his neck. The room darkened, then dissolved, leaving him stranded in an endless, empty void. Now he was no longer choking.
"HELPPPPP," he screamed. His voice echoed infinitely
WELCOME MORTAL
The blonde man spun around, surpris... | Buvolell -- Fell Lord of the Doomkeep -- padded after his prey. His steps were whisper soft as they went down the stairs to the basement apartment. The demon dragged his long nails as delicious expectation flared inside him.
Peter Jensen. 26. There was something about him that struck Buvolell as intriguing. Something ... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | I never expected humans to be so delectable. I smelled her as soon as I clawed my way out of the portal—a lingering trail of sweetness perfuming the air. The trail led me to this sleeping beauty. Her hair fanned behind her head in a fiery halo, and her pale skin glowed beneath the moonlight like a beckoning beacon.
He... | The demon haunted the rooftops as it stalked its victim below. She walked through the alleyways as if nothing in the world mattered, unaware of the nightmare about to befall her. The demon waited until she walked into a dead-end, trapped by walls on all sides. It ran along the rooftops and pounced, aiming for its targe... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | As his throat closed over, the blonde man fell to his knees and pressed both hands against his neck. The room darkened, then dissolved, leaving him stranded in an endless, empty void. Now he was no longer choking.
"HELPPPPP," he screamed. His voice echoed infinitely
WELCOME MORTAL
The blonde man spun around, surpris... | The demon haunted the rooftops as it stalked its victim below. She walked through the alleyways as if nothing in the world mattered, unaware of the nightmare about to befall her. The demon waited until she walked into a dead-end, trapped by walls on all sides. It ran along the rooftops and pounced, aiming for its targe... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | I never expected humans to be so delectable. I smelled her as soon as I clawed my way out of the portal—a lingering trail of sweetness perfuming the air. The trail led me to this sleeping beauty. Her hair fanned behind her head in a fiery halo, and her pale skin glowed beneath the moonlight like a beckoning beacon.
He... | As a demon I'd never seen a woman accept possession.
I would devour her soul after years of hungering for one. She would be my sixth. And it came so easy until I stabbed my claws in her neck to absorb her spirit she boomed, "Good luck. You're going to need it."
Then I felt my whole body get sucked into my victim.
Or... |
EDIT: Thanks for the awards guys! I've been on this site for 7 years and this is the first time I've received any. | [WP] The demon couldn't believe his luck to find such a willing victim to possess. As it possessed them, instead of fighting back like they usually do, this one said "Good luck. You'll need it." | As his throat closed over, the blonde man fell to his knees and pressed both hands against his neck. The room darkened, then dissolved, leaving him stranded in an endless, empty void. Now he was no longer choking.
"HELPPPPP," he screamed. His voice echoed infinitely
WELCOME MORTAL
The blonde man spun around, surpris... | As a demon I'd never seen a woman accept possession.
I would devour her soul after years of hungering for one. She would be my sixth. And it came so easy until I stabbed my claws in her neck to absorb her spirit she boomed, "Good luck. You're going to need it."
Then I felt my whole body get sucked into my victim.
Or... |
[WP]you work during the entire morning and only come home during the night, your roommate works during the night and comes back in the morning. You don't see each other. You only interact with sticky-notes, a notebook, and a chess board in the livingroom where each of you move once per day. | 9.00pm.
Home time. I can feel the anticipation building inside me as I get in the car and make my way home through the slumbering city.
When I moved here two months ago I had no friends, no contacts whatsoever. I took a huge leap of faith coming here, but the job offer I got was too tempting to turn down, whatever t... | It was just bad luck, I suppose. Five days, and I hadn’t seen him awake for a minute of it.
I woke at 4 a.m. on the sixth day to an empty bed, but sliding my hand over to his side, the sheets were still warm. Sound echoed in from the bathroom, the wood panels on the floor creaking under his weight, the flush of a toil... | |
[WP] You are an alien representative in the Galactic Federation who just started observing Earth, in what happens to be WW2. Shocked at what you see, you show the entire federation the war occurring. It ends up being the deadliest in the known universe. | *"We interrupt our regular program for a high class transmission from Terak Prime, please observe carefully the following announcement*:
*Hailing all ships within the Sol, Tonbar and Biier Sytems. You are to leave the area immediately, as ordered by the Federal Security Council. You have two cycles to comply, after wh... | Report of war on the newly discovered planet: Earth
As a previous report has brought up the populated resource-rich world of Earth which has had wars in the past, but the most recent once has already turn out be one of the bloodiest and brutal wars in the Federation history, to the west part of the Continent known as... | |
[WP] You are a crusading journalist who broke the story that the detective made up the serial killer and the murders for attention and fame. At home, before you go to sleep, your lovely wife whispers into your ear “thanks babe, you just made my life a whole lot easier.” | Atlas went still as the words left his wife's mouth. He pretended to already be asleep. It was hell to school his breathing to be calm and deep, to keep from ripping himself out of the bed and demanding to know what she meant.
With his eyes shut and feigned sleep he had time to think. Surely she couldn't mean about hi... | "Thanks babe, you just made my life a whole lot easier."
"...have you been listening to the scanner again?"
"Yes. No! I mean, come on. You do it all the time."
"Yeah, for work. We're done with that life!"
"If someone's out there doing bad things, baby, aren't we supposed to stop them? That's what you're doing."
"Y... | |
[WP] You are a crusading journalist who broke the story that the detective made up the serial killer and the murders for attention and fame. At home, before you go to sleep, your lovely wife whispers into your ear “thanks babe, you just made my life a whole lot easier.” | ##It Was All an Accident
Miles Vern finishes the fifth chapter to his mystery novel before looking at the time. Midnight, he worked late again. He does not know how his wife, Danielle, puts up with his workaholic nature. She says she is fine with it for now as long as he promises not to work through their vacation tha... | Cool premise! I just woke up wrote a bit for it. Going to try to finish it off when I get some time later in the day.
"Thanks babe, you just made my life a whole lot easier." I never thought a sentence of nine words could reorganize my whole world view. I try to push to get my words out, I want to know what the mother... | |
[WP] "So when we said you could take a hunting partner with you, we meant like another person, or a bloodhound or something." you said looking at their "+1" | Look. I'm not one to judge.
I've seen demon hunters of all different shapes and sizes, from fragile women with huge magical aptitude to gruff men with battle axes in hand.
Some people work better in pairs, others don't.
This is why I always allow new party members the option to invite a partner.
The other day, we hire... | The annual Jones County duos hunting competition was the biggest event of the fall. The location is chosen by whoever’s land has evidence of the largest Buck. This year old Tim Gifford got some footage of a massive 15-point behemoth on his land. Its a pretty dangerous competition actually. You throw 30 camouflaged redn... | |
[WP] "So when we said you could take a hunting partner with you, we meant like another person, or a bloodhound or something." you said looking at their "+1" | It was...more than a little difficult to get a good look at it. Your eyes continually insisted that there was nothing there, tried to fill in the blank space based on the scenery around it.
Still, with concerted effort, you could, in fact, see that Bvrit had brought a living void to the kings hunt.
"Well, why not? ... | The annual Jones County duos hunting competition was the biggest event of the fall. The location is chosen by whoever’s land has evidence of the largest Buck. This year old Tim Gifford got some footage of a massive 15-point behemoth on his land. Its a pretty dangerous competition actually. You throw 30 camouflaged redn... | |
[WP] "So when we said you could take a hunting partner with you, we meant like another person, or a bloodhound or something." you said looking at their "+1" | It was...more than a little difficult to get a good look at it. Your eyes continually insisted that there was nothing there, tried to fill in the blank space based on the scenery around it.
Still, with concerted effort, you could, in fact, see that Bvrit had brought a living void to the kings hunt.
"Well, why not? ... | Look. I'm not one to judge.
I've seen demon hunters of all different shapes and sizes, from fragile women with huge magical aptitude to gruff men with battle axes in hand.
Some people work better in pairs, others don't.
This is why I always allow new party members the option to invite a partner.
The other day, we hire... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | The King was dead. Long live the new King. Though the length of his reign was rather questionable as the boy dashed through the halls, the whimpers of servants and the moans of loyal guards filling the corridors in discordant chorus with his footfalls. He turned into a servant's passage and paused to catch his breath, ... | She thinks to herself, this shit sent back the stew not once but thrice just last night.
The prince is doing his best to cower in the corner between the far stove and the stack of washed pots and pans but it’s not going well. His ornate clothes stand out against the steel of the huge cooking vessels and the white was... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | She thinks to herself, this shit sent back the stew not once but thrice just last night.
The prince is doing his best to cower in the corner between the far stove and the stack of washed pots and pans but it’s not going well. His ornate clothes stand out against the steel of the huge cooking vessels and the white was... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | **WC: 2,036 words in 3 parts (because I kept getting an error)**
The prince slumped against the doorway to the kitchens, hand on the gaping wound at his side. He could hear the mercenaries as they stormed down the castle's stairwell. They'd only have to turn one corner before the royal bloodline ended with his chopped... | She thinks to herself, this shit sent back the stew not once but thrice just last night.
The prince is doing his best to cower in the corner between the far stove and the stack of washed pots and pans but it’s not going well. His ornate clothes stand out against the steel of the huge cooking vessels and the white was... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "I think he went in here!"
Liesl heard the gruff voice from the other room, and looked down at the terrified nineteen-year-old royal scion beside her. *Yes*, *he did*, she thought. The expression on Prince Karl's face was starkly at odds with the ermine-trimmed velvet robe. She could see what had to have been his d... | She thinks to herself, this shit sent back the stew not once but thrice just last night.
The prince is doing his best to cower in the corner between the far stove and the stack of washed pots and pans but it’s not going well. His ornate clothes stand out against the steel of the huge cooking vessels and the white was... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | The King was dead. Long live the new King. Though the length of his reign was rather questionable as the boy dashed through the halls, the whimpers of servants and the moans of loyal guards filling the corridors in discordant chorus with his footfalls. He turned into a servant's passage and paused to catch his breath, ... | A calm voice emerges from the hefty cook as she shifts the sack of flour from one shoulder to the other.
"You need the prince alive to hold the throne."
A dirty hand levels a recently used spear in her direction.
"We'll need a cook for the victory feast, stand aside wench and you may live until the end of it."
The ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | A calm voice emerges from the hefty cook as she shifts the sack of flour from one shoulder to the other.
"You need the prince alive to hold the throne."
A dirty hand levels a recently used spear in her direction.
"We'll need a cook for the victory feast, stand aside wench and you may live until the end of it."
The ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | **WC: 2,036 words in 3 parts (because I kept getting an error)**
The prince slumped against the doorway to the kitchens, hand on the gaping wound at his side. He could hear the mercenaries as they stormed down the castle's stairwell. They'd only have to turn one corner before the royal bloodline ended with his chopped... | A calm voice emerges from the hefty cook as she shifts the sack of flour from one shoulder to the other.
"You need the prince alive to hold the throne."
A dirty hand levels a recently used spear in her direction.
"We'll need a cook for the victory feast, stand aside wench and you may live until the end of it."
The ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "I think he went in here!"
Liesl heard the gruff voice from the other room, and looked down at the terrified nineteen-year-old royal scion beside her. *Yes*, *he did*, she thought. The expression on Prince Karl's face was starkly at odds with the ermine-trimmed velvet robe. She could see what had to have been his d... | A calm voice emerges from the hefty cook as she shifts the sack of flour from one shoulder to the other.
"You need the prince alive to hold the throne."
A dirty hand levels a recently used spear in her direction.
"We'll need a cook for the victory feast, stand aside wench and you may live until the end of it."
The ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | The King was dead. Long live the new King. Though the length of his reign was rather questionable as the boy dashed through the halls, the whimpers of servants and the moans of loyal guards filling the corridors in discordant chorus with his footfalls. He turned into a servant's passage and paused to catch his breath, ... | She smiles. The assassins laugh and spread out “What are you going to do with that? Impress us with your culinary flourishes? There are five of us. You little knife is not going to stop us.”
Berta smiled broader. She replied “Do I go to the tailor and tell him how to sew in his own shop? You come into my world and tel... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | She smiles. The assassins laugh and spread out “What are you going to do with that? Impress us with your culinary flourishes? There are five of us. You little knife is not going to stop us.”
Berta smiled broader. She replied “Do I go to the tailor and tell him how to sew in his own shop? You come into my world and tel... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | **WC: 2,036 words in 3 parts (because I kept getting an error)**
The prince slumped against the doorway to the kitchens, hand on the gaping wound at his side. He could hear the mercenaries as they stormed down the castle's stairwell. They'd only have to turn one corner before the royal bloodline ended with his chopped... | She smiles. The assassins laugh and spread out “What are you going to do with that? Impress us with your culinary flourishes? There are five of us. You little knife is not going to stop us.”
Berta smiled broader. She replied “Do I go to the tailor and tell him how to sew in his own shop? You come into my world and tel... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "I think he went in here!"
Liesl heard the gruff voice from the other room, and looked down at the terrified nineteen-year-old royal scion beside her. *Yes*, *he did*, she thought. The expression on Prince Karl's face was starkly at odds with the ermine-trimmed velvet robe. She could see what had to have been his d... | She smiles. The assassins laugh and spread out “What are you going to do with that? Impress us with your culinary flourishes? There are five of us. You little knife is not going to stop us.”
Berta smiled broader. She replied “Do I go to the tailor and tell him how to sew in his own shop? You come into my world and tel... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | The King was dead. Long live the new King. Though the length of his reign was rather questionable as the boy dashed through the halls, the whimpers of servants and the moans of loyal guards filling the corridors in discordant chorus with his footfalls. He turned into a servant's passage and paused to catch his breath, ... | In the Style of Brian Jacques:
The young dibbun came running into the great hall’s kitchen, careening past the long prep stations and ovens, past the sinks and mixers. The strangeness of being in the kitchen without it being full of delicious smells and busy critters barely registering in his panic.
He rounded the... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | In the Style of Brian Jacques:
The young dibbun came running into the great hall’s kitchen, careening past the long prep stations and ovens, past the sinks and mixers. The strangeness of being in the kitchen without it being full of delicious smells and busy critters barely registering in his panic.
He rounded the... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "I think he went in here!"
Liesl heard the gruff voice from the other room, and looked down at the terrified nineteen-year-old royal scion beside her. *Yes*, *he did*, she thought. The expression on Prince Karl's face was starkly at odds with the ermine-trimmed velvet robe. She could see what had to have been his d... | In the Style of Brian Jacques:
The young dibbun came running into the great hall’s kitchen, careening past the long prep stations and ovens, past the sinks and mixers. The strangeness of being in the kitchen without it being full of delicious smells and busy critters barely registering in his panic.
He rounded the... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | Long ago the king and her had spoken about the training required for a chef befitting the standards of the royal family.
"Combat training!" She asked incredulously. "I-im a cook my Lord!"
"Yes and of that I have no doubt in your skills. But being of the nature we are. Royalty. I believe there can never be too much pr... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "I think he went in here!"
Liesl heard the gruff voice from the other room, and looked down at the terrified nineteen-year-old royal scion beside her. *Yes*, *he did*, she thought. The expression on Prince Karl's face was starkly at odds with the ermine-trimmed velvet robe. She could see what had to have been his d... | Long ago the king and her had spoken about the training required for a chef befitting the standards of the royal family.
"Combat training!" She asked incredulously. "I-im a cook my Lord!"
"Yes and of that I have no doubt in your skills. But being of the nature we are. Royalty. I believe there can never be too much pr... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | Balon and his thegns held them in the courtyard for a few precious moments, until they were overrun and lost beneath the axes rising and falling. Kellan Marshall barred the doors to the Prince's tower, then he and three of his knights fought them unarmoured in the blood-slick stone spiral staircases, and held them back... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | "Now what do you think your trying to do?" the cook said to the people storming in after the prince.
"We aren't here for you, we want *him"* the invaders said slowly approaching "You hand him over and we wont hurt you"
"As tempting as that is, i don't think i will" The cook said, while grabbing a knife. "I am quite f... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | Largathia was by no means versed in knife fighting. Nor was she exceptionally keen on math. Still, she knew that she, as well as that shitstain of a Prince who always changed his mind about dinner exactly as it came out of the oven, faired no plausible chance of escape. The four burly men in front, armed with the stand... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | The prince screamed and ran. Behind him, the elite guard of his family battled and died, metal shrieking and blood spraying across the marble walls.
The proud crests were burned, the treasures looted.
Without anywhere, to run, he came to the Kitchen, where the lone cook left still chopped carrots.
The cook expected... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | The low Scottish brogue of the kitchen cook finally broke the stillness of the air.
“Do as I say lad. Stay behind me”
“You can’t tell me what to do. I am the Prince!”
A bit stunned by her impudence at addressing him so informally. Who did she think she was?
Shaking her head with a sigh the kitchen cook tightene... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | They snarl and laugh.
"Oi! Wha' do we 'ave 'ere?" Their jeers don't bother me. I've heard and seen worse, but the smell...
"Was yer father an octopus? Ye smell like a bloated carcass!" I scan them for clues. Obviously pirates, betrayed by their unsteady stances and sea crusted boots. But why...
I don't wait for them... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | First prompt, guys. Be less critical :)
The young prince contemplates the irony that has befallen him. He remembers the time when he and a group of his friends went on a picnic in the fields and were surrounded by his personal guards. He also remembered his friends praising the roasted lamb made by the same cook that s... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | [Poem]
The cook takes her knife and stands her ground,
bold, brave, and stunning she's told.
She had been in charge of the kitchen,
And believed her sharp tongue would protect her.
But she didn't train, any combat sports,
And violent men came and killed her and the the prince.
It just goes to show you the weak d... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Opening the door slowly, the Cook surveyed the room. It was a basic castle kitchen. Her kitchen. The far wall was a massive fireplace with a spit sticking out of one side. The other half was a brick oven, where the underchef made the daily bread. Running along the wall near the oven is a stained wooden bench, just over... | Rice pudding and ratatouille, beef wellington and broccoli, caviar and cornflakes: she had seen it all. But this time was different; this time, it was the flesh of infidels that was on the menu.
The way she handled her knife would make any sensible person say "Sous chef? Who chef?" This was a professional at work, ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | **WC: 2,036 words in 3 parts (because I kept getting an error)**
The prince slumped against the doorway to the kitchens, hand on the gaping wound at his side. He could hear the mercenaries as they stormed down the castle's stairwell. They'd only have to turn one corner before the royal bloodline ended with his chopped... | 'Who do you think you are? Child-murderers?'
They stopped.
'He is the prince, ma'am,' one of them said, but he didn't lift his sword.
'Yeah, and you're nothing but the dung-gatherer, but you don't hear me going on about that, do you?'
'We'll spare you if you hand over the kid,' someone said. He was wearing leathe... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "I think he went in here!"
Liesl heard the gruff voice from the other room, and looked down at the terrified nineteen-year-old royal scion beside her. *Yes*, *he did*, she thought. The expression on Prince Karl's face was starkly at odds with the ermine-trimmed velvet robe. She could see what had to have been his d... | 'Who do you think you are? Child-murderers?'
They stopped.
'He is the prince, ma'am,' one of them said, but he didn't lift his sword.
'Yeah, and you're nothing but the dung-gatherer, but you don't hear me going on about that, do you?'
'We'll spare you if you hand over the kid,' someone said. He was wearing leathe... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "I think he went in here!"
Liesl heard the gruff voice from the other room, and looked down at the terrified nineteen-year-old royal scion beside her. *Yes*, *he did*, she thought. The expression on Prince Karl's face was starkly at odds with the ermine-trimmed velvet robe. She could see what had to have been his d... | The King was dead. Long live the new King. Though the length of his reign was rather questionable as the boy dashed through the halls, the whimpers of servants and the moans of loyal guards filling the corridors in discordant chorus with his footfalls. He turned into a servant's passage and paused to catch his breath, ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Whether she was gutting a fish, chopping vegetables or dicing beef for her famous stew, the cook's tool always seemed an extension of her hand. She was deft and dextrous, but a slight thing, not unlike the young Prince himself. "Let the knife do the work," she would tell him. He loved to watch her, finding all the food... | Tha assassin grew nervous. The proficiency with which the cook handled his knife paid homage to the years of experience he had in handling this deadly tool. Suddenly his own short sword didn't seem that intimidating anymore.
Confidently the cook looked into his opponents eyes, a smile danced over his lips. "I am takin... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | \[Chef. Skill.\]
"That doesn't make any sense," Andy whined at Jessie. The [pair of guildmates](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/b09g38/wp_hey_whys_there_a_chef_in_our_dungeon_party/) stood in the center of the castle's kitchen. Wooden chairs were over-turned and food dripped from the stone walls. Fe... | Tha assassin grew nervous. The proficiency with which the cook handled his knife paid homage to the years of experience he had in handling this deadly tool. Suddenly his own short sword didn't seem that intimidating anymore.
Confidently the cook looked into his opponents eyes, a smile danced over his lips. "I am takin... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "Get behind me master Edward" the portly cook says as she gets between the young prince and the ruffians who breached the castle.
She twirls a steak knife in her hands, and with a glint in her eye smirks at Edward and says "now you'll find out the reason why I can make you any dish from anywhere you've heard about..."... | Tha assassin grew nervous. The proficiency with which the cook handled his knife paid homage to the years of experience he had in handling this deadly tool. Suddenly his own short sword didn't seem that intimidating anymore.
Confidently the cook looked into his opponents eyes, a smile danced over his lips. "I am takin... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "Gentlemen, I'd like to tell you a story."
The invaders might have been a rag-tag bunch of tavern roaches, but the looks of disbelief they exchanged would have put the theatre's finest to shame. They were used to their victims screaming, crying, and perhaps trying to bargain if they still had enough of their wits left... | Tha assassin grew nervous. The proficiency with which the cook handled his knife paid homage to the years of experience he had in handling this deadly tool. Suddenly his own short sword didn't seem that intimidating anymore.
Confidently the cook looked into his opponents eyes, a smile danced over his lips. "I am takin... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | The doors to the kitchen were broken into as the screams from the outside raged on. The intruders had made their way inside the castle, and soon found just who they were looking for. The prince cowered in the corner as the cook looked unamused by the ruffians' attempts at intimidation.
"There you are, you're coming wi... | Tha assassin grew nervous. The proficiency with which the cook handled his knife paid homage to the years of experience he had in handling this deadly tool. Suddenly his own short sword didn't seem that intimidating anymore.
Confidently the cook looked into his opponents eyes, a smile danced over his lips. "I am takin... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | \[Chef. Skill.\]
"That doesn't make any sense," Andy whined at Jessie. The [pair of guildmates](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/b09g38/wp_hey_whys_there_a_chef_in_our_dungeon_party/) stood in the center of the castle's kitchen. Wooden chairs were over-turned and food dripped from the stone walls. Fe... | Whether she was gutting a fish, chopping vegetables or dicing beef for her famous stew, the cook's tool always seemed an extension of her hand. She was deft and dextrous, but a slight thing, not unlike the young Prince himself. "Let the knife do the work," she would tell him. He loved to watch her, finding all the food... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "Get behind me master Edward" the portly cook says as she gets between the young prince and the ruffians who breached the castle.
She twirls a steak knife in her hands, and with a glint in her eye smirks at Edward and says "now you'll find out the reason why I can make you any dish from anywhere you've heard about..."... | Whether she was gutting a fish, chopping vegetables or dicing beef for her famous stew, the cook's tool always seemed an extension of her hand. She was deft and dextrous, but a slight thing, not unlike the young Prince himself. "Let the knife do the work," she would tell him. He loved to watch her, finding all the food... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "Gentlemen, I'd like to tell you a story."
The invaders might have been a rag-tag bunch of tavern roaches, but the looks of disbelief they exchanged would have put the theatre's finest to shame. They were used to their victims screaming, crying, and perhaps trying to bargain if they still had enough of their wits left... | Ps: I’m bad at punctuation 🥴. I hope you enjoy it though
“Stay here my prince while I go distract the invaders. Once you hear me scream I need you to run out the back door with all your might and not look back. Run with everything and do not stop” She tells me.
“No Ms Linda please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | “Tell me you cat! The Prince boy was seen by my men earlier!” Spat an aging man draped in cheap furs as he held a Neko maid to the wall, dagger against her throat. Her ears were flattened against her skull and she shivered in fear, refusing to speak. “TELL ME!” He threw her to the ground. Just before he delivered a kil... | Ps: I’m bad at punctuation 🥴. I hope you enjoy it though
“Stay here my prince while I go distract the invaders. Once you hear me scream I need you to run out the back door with all your might and not look back. Run with everything and do not stop” She tells me.
“No Ms Linda please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | The doors to the kitchen were broken into as the screams from the outside raged on. The intruders had made their way inside the castle, and soon found just who they were looking for. The prince cowered in the corner as the cook looked unamused by the ruffians' attempts at intimidation.
"There you are, you're coming wi... | Ps: I’m bad at punctuation 🥴. I hope you enjoy it though
“Stay here my prince while I go distract the invaders. Once you hear me scream I need you to run out the back door with all your might and not look back. Run with everything and do not stop” She tells me.
“No Ms Linda please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Eddies of fresh sawdust swirled in the unnatural draft, cold and dry doing doomed battle against the clammy mist of the Kitchen. The Hall door was ajar, and that was at odds with the natural order of things. It might have been a forgivable offense, of course, given the joyous occasion. For an heir had in fact been born... | Ps: I’m bad at punctuation 🥴. I hope you enjoy it though
“Stay here my prince while I go distract the invaders. Once you hear me scream I need you to run out the back door with all your might and not look back. Run with everything and do not stop” She tells me.
“No Ms Linda please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | “Grace?”
“Of course.”
“Grace, let’s be reasonable.”
“Have I ever been anything else?”
“Of course not. I’m sorry. But we need the prince.”
“No.”
“But-“
“Did I stutter?”
“No, Grace, I’m sorry.”
“Y’all need to to go.”
“We were tasked with the prince.”
“And?”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“Boys, I can make you s... | Ps: I’m bad at punctuation 🥴. I hope you enjoy it though
“Stay here my prince while I go distract the invaders. Once you hear me scream I need you to run out the back door with all your might and not look back. Run with everything and do not stop” She tells me.
“No Ms Linda please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. ... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "Gentlemen, I'd like to tell you a story."
The invaders might have been a rag-tag bunch of tavern roaches, but the looks of disbelief they exchanged would have put the theatre's finest to shame. They were used to their victims screaming, crying, and perhaps trying to bargain if they still had enough of their wits left... | Though her effort was valiant, she was immediately overrun by the mob and knocked unconscious. The peasants turn the kitchen over and eventually find the prince hiding in a potato closet. The stench of urine overpowers the starchy smell of potatoes. He screamed and struggled with all his might, but was quickly bound an... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | The doors to the kitchen were broken into as the screams from the outside raged on. The intruders had made their way inside the castle, and soon found just who they were looking for. The prince cowered in the corner as the cook looked unamused by the ruffians' attempts at intimidation.
"There you are, you're coming wi... | Though her effort was valiant, she was immediately overrun by the mob and knocked unconscious. The peasants turn the kitchen over and eventually find the prince hiding in a potato closet. The stench of urine overpowers the starchy smell of potatoes. He screamed and struggled with all his might, but was quickly bound an... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Eddies of fresh sawdust swirled in the unnatural draft, cold and dry doing doomed battle against the clammy mist of the Kitchen. The Hall door was ajar, and that was at odds with the natural order of things. It might have been a forgivable offense, of course, given the joyous occasion. For an heir had in fact been born... | “Tell me you cat! The Prince boy was seen by my men earlier!” Spat an aging man draped in cheap furs as he held a Neko maid to the wall, dagger against her throat. Her ears were flattened against her skull and she shivered in fear, refusing to speak. “TELL ME!” He threw her to the ground. Just before he delivered a kil... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | Without warning, the castle gate had exploded into a million microscopic splinters the moment the sun began to rise. What was to be a quiet sunrise on the advent of the week’s holy Sunday was turned into a maelstrom of violence. Like erratic thunderbolts, attackers dressed in fur and iron armor charged past the kingdom... | Changed it a bit, hope you dont mind.
————
“Im gonna die! Oh my god. Please dont let them kill me.”
She didnt even listen to him, she was doing a dance, sort of. She did it couple of times now. He did not know how that would be of any help.
“Why are you dancing! Are you crazy?!”
“Go stand in that c... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | “Grace?”
“Of course.”
“Grace, let’s be reasonable.”
“Have I ever been anything else?”
“Of course not. I’m sorry. But we need the prince.”
“No.”
“But-“
“Did I stutter?”
“No, Grace, I’m sorry.”
“Y’all need to to go.”
“We were tasked with the prince.”
“And?”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“Boys, I can make you s... | Changed it a bit, hope you dont mind.
————
“Im gonna die! Oh my god. Please dont let them kill me.”
She didnt even listen to him, she was doing a dance, sort of. She did it couple of times now. He did not know how that would be of any help.
“Why are you dancing! Are you crazy?!”
“Go stand in that c... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | “We’ll kill ya, down with the prince.” The ruffians charged the halls of the royal castle, finding their way into the castle through a hidden gap in the castle’s walls. The poor prince desperately sprinted away from the group, holding his robes up to his knees, trying not to trip on the exotic fabric, a feat he failed,... | Changed it a bit, hope you dont mind.
————
“Im gonna die! Oh my god. Please dont let them kill me.”
She didnt even listen to him, she was doing a dance, sort of. She did it couple of times now. He did not know how that would be of any help.
“Why are you dancing! Are you crazy?!”
“Go stand in that c... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "Alright, my prince," said Gertrude, keeping her eyes on the three intruders, "to your right is a knife block. I want you to take the smallest one and just hold onto it—like we practiced—okay?"
The young Prince Ralph looked to his left. "I don't see a knife block, Gerty."
As she took a deep breath to focus on the fee... | Changed it a bit, hope you dont mind.
————
“Im gonna die! Oh my god. Please dont let them kill me.”
She didnt even listen to him, she was doing a dance, sort of. She did it couple of times now. He did not know how that would be of any help.
“Why are you dancing! Are you crazy?!”
“Go stand in that c... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | The voice was sharp. “What in Hel’s name are you doing in MY KITCHEN?”
The scullions knew that tone and scrambled away from the cook before moving away from the lightly armored men who had chased the Prince of the Realm through the servants’ door. It had already been a day of trying to not have that voice turned towar... | Changed it a bit, hope you dont mind.
————
“Im gonna die! Oh my god. Please dont let them kill me.”
She didnt even listen to him, she was doing a dance, sort of. She did it couple of times now. He did not know how that would be of any help.
“Why are you dancing! Are you crazy?!”
“Go stand in that c... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | He let a yelp of fright escape him, then quickly covered his mouth with both hands. It wasn’t Kingly to show others one’s fear, Papa would say. And he really, really wanted to please Papa. Actually, he would love nothing more to climb up and sit on Papa’s lap right now. A big, warm hand that would gently stroke his bac... | Changed it a bit, hope you dont mind.
————
“Im gonna die! Oh my god. Please dont let them kill me.”
She didnt even listen to him, she was doing a dance, sort of. She did it couple of times now. He did not know how that would be of any help.
“Why are you dancing! Are you crazy?!”
“Go stand in that c... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | “Grace?”
“Of course.”
“Grace, let’s be reasonable.”
“Have I ever been anything else?”
“Of course not. I’m sorry. But we need the prince.”
“No.”
“But-“
“Did I stutter?”
“No, Grace, I’m sorry.”
“Y’all need to to go.”
“We were tasked with the prince.”
“And?”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“Boys, I can make you s... | Without warning, the castle gate had exploded into a million microscopic splinters the moment the sun began to rise. What was to be a quiet sunrise on the advent of the week’s holy Sunday was turned into a maelstrom of violence. Like erratic thunderbolts, attackers dressed in fur and iron armor charged past the kingdom... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | "Alright, my prince," said Gertrude, keeping her eyes on the three intruders, "to your right is a knife block. I want you to take the smallest one and just hold onto it—like we practiced—okay?"
The young Prince Ralph looked to his left. "I don't see a knife block, Gerty."
As she took a deep breath to focus on the fee... | “We’ll kill ya, down with the prince.” The ruffians charged the halls of the royal castle, finding their way into the castle through a hidden gap in the castle’s walls. The poor prince desperately sprinted away from the group, holding his robes up to his knees, trying not to trip on the exotic fabric, a feat he failed,... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | The voice was sharp. “What in Hel’s name are you doing in MY KITCHEN?”
The scullions knew that tone and scrambled away from the cook before moving away from the lightly armored men who had chased the Prince of the Realm through the servants’ door. It had already been a day of trying to not have that voice turned towar... | “We’ll kill ya, down with the prince.” The ruffians charged the halls of the royal castle, finding their way into the castle through a hidden gap in the castle’s walls. The poor prince desperately sprinted away from the group, holding his robes up to his knees, trying not to trip on the exotic fabric, a feat he failed,... | |
[WP] The castle is stormed and ruffians run about through the halls. The young prince hides in the kitchen, but is found. Now all that stands between him and his would be assassins is the castle cook. She twirls a steak knife in her hand and squares off against the invaders. | He let a yelp of fright escape him, then quickly covered his mouth with both hands. It wasn’t Kingly to show others one’s fear, Papa would say. And he really, really wanted to please Papa. Actually, he would love nothing more to climb up and sit on Papa’s lap right now. A big, warm hand that would gently stroke his bac... | “We’ll kill ya, down with the prince.” The ruffians charged the halls of the royal castle, finding their way into the castle through a hidden gap in the castle’s walls. The poor prince desperately sprinted away from the group, holding his robes up to his knees, trying not to trip on the exotic fabric, a feat he failed,... | |
[WP] When you found a genie, you decided to wish that all clothes you wore always fit you perfectly. What you soon find out, however, is that the clothes don’t resize, you do. | It had been a long trip. The plane had landed in Japan and I had to go through all the usual health measures.. Two weeks later I was finally free to roam the country. I had only one destination.
I had discovered the "twist" to my wish fairly quickly. I bet the genie was laughing his ass off but he is going to pay. Oh ... | In what used to be the Horsehead Nebula, where the final gods fell, each ring of woven mail on my breast was ten thousand kilometers across.
By then, so many years into the war we had started, the dread machine that I bore as exoskeleton held the writhing mass of hundreds of trillions of the others. Not merely cities... | |
[WP] When you found a genie, you decided to wish that all clothes you wore always fit you perfectly. What you soon find out, however, is that the clothes don’t resize, you do. | Things were awkward at first and even painful at times. However, with clothes sculpted to contain a muscular physique, I was able to pull off a similar effect to what I intended.
"You're beautiful." I tell the woman in front of me. The club was susprisingly well lit considering how cheap the drinks were.
Sh... | In what used to be the Horsehead Nebula, where the final gods fell, each ring of woven mail on my breast was ten thousand kilometers across.
By then, so many years into the war we had started, the dread machine that I bore as exoskeleton held the writhing mass of hundreds of trillions of the others. Not merely cities... | |
[WP] When you found a genie, you decided to wish that all clothes you wore always fit you perfectly. What you soon find out, however, is that the clothes don’t resize, you do. | *tiny squeak* "YES I know I am smaller than my wallet, YES I KNOW that these are hockey jerseys, PLEASE JUST LET ME PAY YOU!"
"*snrk*. Sure, sure fine. You, uh, you want help carrying those out?"
"... can i please change in the changing room?"
"... Sure. Let's get you rung up. Sorry to make you feel, uh..."
*Veheme... | In what used to be the Horsehead Nebula, where the final gods fell, each ring of woven mail on my breast was ten thousand kilometers across.
By then, so many years into the war we had started, the dread machine that I bore as exoskeleton held the writhing mass of hundreds of trillions of the others. Not merely cities... | |
[WP] When you found a genie, you decided to wish that all clothes you wore always fit you perfectly. What you soon find out, however, is that the clothes don’t resize, you do. | Things were awkward at first and even painful at times. However, with clothes sculpted to contain a muscular physique, I was able to pull off a similar effect to what I intended.
"You're beautiful." I tell the woman in front of me. The club was susprisingly well lit considering how cheap the drinks were.
Sh... | It had been a long trip. The plane had landed in Japan and I had to go through all the usual health measures.. Two weeks later I was finally free to roam the country. I had only one destination.
I had discovered the "twist" to my wish fairly quickly. I bet the genie was laughing his ass off but he is going to pay. Oh ... | |
[WP] You die at a young age. You think, because you are Christian and a good person, you would go to Heaven. But, in the afterlife, you see a desk attendant who asks you "Heaven or Hell?" While filling out files. This is a test, but you don't know that. | I never thought that going to Heaven or Hell would have more steps than I thought it should. I believe that when you die, your soul just gets put into Heaven or Hell, depending on how you’ve lived your life. As soon as I opened my eyes after the crash, I knew that I was dead, but I was still confused on where I was.
B... | Silence surrounded him. Only a few seconds ago, did he realize that he stood in an office with someone staring at him from behind a desk. He looked around, yet it couldn't look anything beyond what he's seen before in his life; a digital clock on the wall to his right, some motivational poster in bright colors on his l... | |
[WP] "When travelling through space, it's crucial to remember all safety protocols; Always stand one foot away from opening and closing doors, remember to evaluate your AI assistant for any form of corrupt coding every day, and never trust the words of any ghosts you may pass while travelling." | Captain Diane Buckley woke up in the pilot chair of her one and only Hope. It took a few seconds for all the pain and sore muscles to kick in. The chair didn’t make for a good bed, but it sure beat the depressurized cabin. The main diagnostics panel was littered with a plethora of orange warnings. Hope was without a do... | "...They'll tell you things as you drift by." the old man said. "They'll shout horrible, nasty things. They'll scream, and pound on the airlock doors, and beg to be let in." he took a short breath. "Under no circumstances can you let them in."
"Ghosts aren't real." One of the new recruits said confidently. "When you d... | |
[deleted] | [WP] The rumors were true. The moon landing WAS faked. The astronauts went to Alpha Centauri instead. | The first thing John noticed was how much everything hurt. Next was the cold. Last was the blaring alarm and flashing red lights.
He tried to sit up, but something was wrong. Why was his vision fading?
BREATHE!
He opened his mouth and gasped for air for the first time in over one hundred years. Immediately the pain ... | A “pale blue dot”, as Carl Sagan would once come to refer to Earth as, was the last glimpse of home Major Tom and his crew would catch in a long time. 85 years had passed since the solar system shrunk into the dark nothingness that once surrounded it, and yet, that light blue gleam vividly haunted the minds of every hu... |
[WP] The human stood, eyes pleading for everyone to listen. "Members of the Galactic Senate, please, trust me when I say this: war has no winners." | You know us as a careful, reasonable species. Some of you mock our insistence on consensus, or our refusal to use currency of any kind. Your encyclopaedia galactica calls us a commensal species with hive-like traits. We are famous for our avoidance of conflict and our willingness to help.
Difficult as it may be for y... | WIP
None. Not the victorious, their hearts broken by the blood that drenches their hands. Not the survivors of the vanquished, crippled and vowing their revenge. Not even those who chose to abstain, haunted by the evil they allowed and good deeds never done.
I've seen the craters left behind, when revenge goes too fa... |
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