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[WP] "Too bad, Fairy Queen. I never had a kid, so no firstborn for you to take" you say on your deathbed. "Oh I love it when they don't read the fine print" she responds with a wicked smile. | My eyes trembled as she held the paper close to me, my limbs unable to move from old age. My eyes were barely any better, but I had just enough panic to let me see.
As the words written in fine gold became clear, a feeling of calm despair washed over me, my body sinking into the bed. " Ha," my voice rasped, nearly unr... | “I will make that firstborn with you”
I looked at her. She was ozing sex appeal, from her sheer thorugh dress, generous curves and a pretty face.
I couldn’t help but gulp in anticipation.
I also blinked at that moment and everything changed.
Form fairy-like beauty she turned into-
“I will make that baby from you”
... | |
[WP] "Too bad, Fairy Queen. I never had a kid, so no firstborn for you to take" you say on your deathbed. "Oh I love it when they don't read the fine print" she responds with a wicked smile. | "A deal with the fae can not be broken" She said with an air of finality.
"Well tough luck your majesty, this one has, and the tumor in my chest means there's nothing you can do about it."
"No, you do not understand mortal. The deal CAN NOT be broken, the universe will not allow it."
I flinch a little, thinking mayb... | “I will make that firstborn with you”
I looked at her. She was ozing sex appeal, from her sheer thorugh dress, generous curves and a pretty face.
I couldn’t help but gulp in anticipation.
I also blinked at that moment and everything changed.
Form fairy-like beauty she turned into-
“I will make that baby from you”
... | |
[WP] "Too bad, Fairy Queen. I never had a kid, so no firstborn for you to take" you say on your deathbed. "Oh I love it when they don't read the fine print" she responds with a wicked smile. | My eyes trembled as she held the paper close to me, my limbs unable to move from old age. My eyes were barely any better, but I had just enough panic to let me see.
As the words written in fine gold became clear, a feeling of calm despair washed over me, my body sinking into the bed. " Ha," my voice rasped, nearly unr... | " and i have waited forever for this day" i said as i hit the button on the bedrail. a flash of flame traced around the boundary of the room and lit off the powder on the walls and ceiling is further whooshes of flame. in a matter of seconds every wall, the floor, and the ceiling we covered in runes and patterns. on th... | |
[WP] "Too bad, Fairy Queen. I never had a kid, so no firstborn for you to take" you say on your deathbed. "Oh I love it when they don't read the fine print" she responds with a wicked smile. | "A deal with the fae can not be broken" She said with an air of finality.
"Well tough luck your majesty, this one has, and the tumor in my chest means there's nothing you can do about it."
"No, you do not understand mortal. The deal CAN NOT be broken, the universe will not allow it."
I flinch a little, thinking mayb... | "What? Let me see that," I mumble, clearly dying. The Fairy queen hands me the contract out of her clipboard. With the thick layer of dust and the dim fluorescent lighting I can't read a thing. I try and blow off the dust, but my lungs are so old they just blow more dust onto the page.
"I don't see any fine print." I ... | |
[WP] You're a witch with a penchant to bargain for firstborn children... to adopt and train as apprentices. You've done it hundreds of times now, and considering how wretched the biological parents tend to be you're really doing the kids a favor. | "And Rose," the child asked, grinding sage leaves to a fine dust, "were there other children? Like me? Before me?"
A melancholy smiled played at the corners of my mouth. A tear drops from my eye. I allow its slow descent while my mind travels back to the others. The ones before her. All so hopeless when they arrive. B... | "You call me a witch like that's a bad thing you monster!" Hyra exclaimed
"You're trying to buy my child, what would you have me call you? And what you're offering, peanuts. With a magical child I can have all you offer plus more"
Hyra laughed internally, it was over, the child would be returning with her. The negoti... | |
[WP] You're a witch with a penchant to bargain for firstborn children... to adopt and train as apprentices. You've done it hundreds of times now, and considering how wretched the biological parents tend to be you're really doing the kids a favor. | The door opened unaided as she stepped up the wooden stairs. Not pausing for a moment, she walked across the moonlit threshold, her movements loud in the dark of the night. She made no effort to silence the thud of her heel or the creaking of the dusty wood floor.
She looked straight into the corner, finding her quar... | "You call me a witch like that's a bad thing you monster!" Hyra exclaimed
"You're trying to buy my child, what would you have me call you? And what you're offering, peanuts. With a magical child I can have all you offer plus more"
Hyra laughed internally, it was over, the child would be returning with her. The negoti... | |
[WP] You're a witch with a penchant to bargain for firstborn children... to adopt and train as apprentices. You've done it hundreds of times now, and considering how wretched the biological parents tend to be you're really doing the kids a favor. | \[Trigger Warning: Horrible Family Life/Parents\]
Nobody knew it was a doll unless Julia told them. Some sticks and bits of grass tied up with ribbon into the general shape of a human. But it was the only toy that Julia had, and the ribbon was the only thing left she had of her mother.
She clutched it to herself whil... | "You call me a witch like that's a bad thing you monster!" Hyra exclaimed
"You're trying to buy my child, what would you have me call you? And what you're offering, peanuts. With a magical child I can have all you offer plus more"
Hyra laughed internally, it was over, the child would be returning with her. The negoti... | |
[WP] You're a witch with a penchant to bargain for firstborn children... to adopt and train as apprentices. You've done it hundreds of times now, and considering how wretched the biological parents tend to be you're really doing the kids a favor. | "I am very careful-" I begin, fixing the man across the table with a look that was at once uncompromising and empathetic. "-to never demand it in return for... vital services. I won't ask for a firstborn to save a life, to repair a limb, or anything like that. Just..." A frown grows across my face as I try to come up w... | "You call me a witch like that's a bad thing you monster!" Hyra exclaimed
"You're trying to buy my child, what would you have me call you? And what you're offering, peanuts. With a magical child I can have all you offer plus more"
Hyra laughed internally, it was over, the child would be returning with her. The negoti... | |
[WP] You're a witch with a penchant to bargain for firstborn children... to adopt and train as apprentices. You've done it hundreds of times now, and considering how wretched the biological parents tend to be you're really doing the kids a favor. | Walking around the marketplace, Rhiannon paused to peer closely at a cart of turnips. She had only been in this town for a few weeks, but the last time she'd gone to the market, one of her potatoes had been moldy. This time, she would be more careful. Carefully selecting one of the root vegetables, she lifted it up to ... | "You call me a witch like that's a bad thing you monster!" Hyra exclaimed
"You're trying to buy my child, what would you have me call you? And what you're offering, peanuts. With a magical child I can have all you offer plus more"
Hyra laughed internally, it was over, the child would be returning with her. The negoti... | |
[WP] You're a witch with a penchant to bargain for firstborn children... to adopt and train as apprentices. You've done it hundreds of times now, and considering how wretched the biological parents tend to be you're really doing the kids a favor. | \[Trigger Warning: Horrible Family Life/Parents\]
Nobody knew it was a doll unless Julia told them. Some sticks and bits of grass tied up with ribbon into the general shape of a human. But it was the only toy that Julia had, and the ribbon was the only thing left she had of her mother.
She clutched it to herself whil... | The door opened unaided as she stepped up the wooden stairs. Not pausing for a moment, she walked across the moonlit threshold, her movements loud in the dark of the night. She made no effort to silence the thud of her heel or the creaking of the dusty wood floor.
She looked straight into the corner, finding her quar... | |
[WP] One day you help an old lady cross the road. The next day, you find three old ladies waiting in the same spot, seeking your help. It's now day eight and you need to figure out how to help 932 old ladies cross the road before work. | I could hear the beep of the crosswalk signal, it is letting the old blind lady know that it's time to cross the busy intersection. As she steps onto the crisp white lines painted in the crosswalk I hear the loud roar of a 60s muscle car approach, I grab the elderly woman's shoulder and pull her back off the road. "W... | On one Sunday morning, I had helped an old woman cross the street. She was very sweet, walking to church as she said she only lived a block away. I was happy to help, of course.
Monday morning on my daily walk, I encountered the same nice woman with two other friends of hers. We chatted along the way as I helped them... | |
[WP] A dragon found a baby human in the woods. However since they are incapable of caring for a human child they decide the best way to help is to simply bring a human to raise them. This is where you come in, as you and your house are now being carried hundreds of feet above the ground by a dragon. | "That was very rude," I said, folding my arms.
*What care do I have for human social customs?* was the response from the dragon. The sound she made was a thundering grumble so low it was more akin to vibration than true sound, but the meaning was loud and clear in my head.
"That's just not how you ask for help. You d... | For a house that was always roaming through the vast wilderness, movement was a known and often unnoticed thing.
Had a mind of its own, really. Sometimes it wanted to stand proud on the side of a mountain. Other times it walked to the lake to cool its splayed feet at the water's edge. Or maybe it wanted to squat down ... | |
[WP] A dragon found a baby human in the woods. However since they are incapable of caring for a human child they decide the best way to help is to simply bring a human to raise them. This is where you come in, as you and your house are now being carried hundreds of feet above the ground by a dragon. | "That was very rude," I said, folding my arms.
*What care do I have for human social customs?* was the response from the dragon. The sound she made was a thundering grumble so low it was more akin to vibration than true sound, but the meaning was loud and clear in my head.
"That's just not how you ask for help. You d... | *Part One*
I wake up with a start to panicking horses, and a gust of wind strong enough to rip the shutters off my bedroom window. Before I really have time to process what in the Seven Hells is happening, the house groans, cracks, and tears with a jolt that sends me tumbling from the bed and onto my ass.
"Sonuva- *o... | |
[WP] A dragon found a baby human in the woods. However since they are incapable of caring for a human child they decide the best way to help is to simply bring a human to raise them. This is where you come in, as you and your house are now being carried hundreds of feet above the ground by a dragon. | It had started out as a fairly normal day, all things considered.
I had just woken up to the light of the sun shining through the window. Tired and groggy from staying up all night.
It seemed that even a vacation at a lakeside cabin couldn't break me of the habit. I believe I had continued writing for hours before re... | The last light of day was fading as the sun dipped behind the horizon. Already, the chill of the forest evening was beginning to settle into Fafnir's bones. The babe's lips were already beginning to turn blue from the whipping winds.
Fafnir remembered little about how to care for flesh and blood, for it had been many ... | |
[WP] In a violent metropolis, taxidrivers don’t just get you from A to B - they also serve as your bodyguard along the way. | Call me crash cab, call me taxi raver, call me whatever the hell you want. But call me the best damn driver in this city, you hear? Because that's the truth.
After all, I've been running these streets since the Concords decided to give us this nightmare paradise we call Moon City. Place is filthier than a dump. Got g... | I pulled on my coat and sighed. Since the crime surge last year, leaving my home, something I'd once loved, had now become an activity I dreaded. Unfortunately today, I had no choice as I was out of food. I quickly opened my Nokia (all the other kinds of phones had been destroyed, thankfully this brand was seemingly in... | |
[WP] In a violent metropolis, taxidrivers don’t just get you from A to B - they also serve as your bodyguard along the way. | "You want me to do what!?" Fred, the taxi driver eyeballed the green young lady standing in front of him and she flung the look back at him, adding a squint.
"I thought you said that you could get anybody anywhere."
"Well, I can." He cleared his throat, then burst out. "But I didn't know you wanted to go through THER... | I pulled on my coat and sighed. Since the crime surge last year, leaving my home, something I'd once loved, had now become an activity I dreaded. Unfortunately today, I had no choice as I was out of food. I quickly opened my Nokia (all the other kinds of phones had been destroyed, thankfully this brand was seemingly in... | |
[WP] In a violent metropolis, taxidrivers don’t just get you from A to B - they also serve as your bodyguard along the way. | The Mercedes' door was flush to the exit of the hotel. They ducked through the aperture, moving from a half crouch to collapse on the cushions lining the interior. Their companion, a squirrelly boy they'd brought from the party in the projects they'd attended sniffed the air, eyes scanning opulence presented. The boy ... | I pulled on my coat and sighed. Since the crime surge last year, leaving my home, something I'd once loved, had now become an activity I dreaded. Unfortunately today, I had no choice as I was out of food. I quickly opened my Nokia (all the other kinds of phones had been destroyed, thankfully this brand was seemingly in... | |
[WP] You've figured out how to hack real life. As a sniper in the military, one of your team just noticed you fired three consecutive shots from your bolt-action rifle without ever chambering a new round. They're asking how you're doing that... | "172 confirmed extreme long range kills, 0 bullets fired. I figured it out in basic, I closed the chamber before saying something to Sam, when I looked back I was convinced I had already loaded a round. I was convinced it was loaded. I was convinced when I pulled the trigger I would hit the target. And I did, the best ... | “Magic,” snickered Brad as he turned back to his scope. Salt tinged wind blew all about the team as the ocean waves crashed against the cliff face below them. The two men lay down, studying the target on the boat way out on the waves.
“No seriously, Brad,” demanded Troy, who had crouched walked over to Brad’s positi... | |
[WP] Everyone thought it was going to be chimpanzees or dolphins that first approached human level intelligence and somehow started an interspecies dialog. But as the first self aware giant octopus, you have a few things you'd like to talk about with those messy, inconsiderate bipeds. | Well this is awkward, the 7 meter tall sentient octopus thought as the humans of the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk fled in terror. They reminded Everflow of a school of fish all fleeing the same direction as if the rippling reactions carried through from one animal to the next. Saltwater taffy stands were up-ended and una... | The room was tense, no one had said a word yet. The only sound was from the ticking clock. And all Willem could think about was how much this reminded him of those Lovecraft tales from the days of old. He was both not qualified enough for the job yet the only one capable of it: Direct Translation.
He looked beyond the... | |
[WP] After stumbling upon ancient, cosmic secrets, a forgotten God has made you an offer. With fractions of his power, you hunt and kill others who seek to summon the Old Gods back into the world. You are the keeper of Forgotten Lore, the Hunter of the Dark. | I pressed myself against the stone, my stomach feeling gravity's siren lure all too well. Fifty feet below, the jungle floor begged for me to fall, but my feet were wedged well into the wall's aged cracks. My climb would not have been possible when this temple had first been built, but time had given me, given us, a se... | My job, my life, has not been a pretty one. It has not been filled with love, happiness or friendship as any normal human’s life should be. But it has been a life of purpose, and it will continue as long as I am needed. As long as there are those that seek to wake the old ones, I will continue to hunt. My methods may c... | |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | I sit on my rocking chair, rocking back and forth. The sun is setting, and I see someone on horse riding towards me.
I haven’t seen anyone ever since my defeat because I am ashamed that the hero could beat me. I tried being nice, but no one took me seriously. So I became meaner and became the “villain“ of the story (... | I was once a different man, power, greed, hatred fueled me. I needed no one, nothing stood in my path for achieving my goal of world domination. Until the heroes came, they decimated all my plans, machines, minions, My evil insurance premium went up 100% that day! The plans, which were cultivated through many years of ... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | And the Yi Empire was collapsed. All the effort I have spent to form my empire ended in one week. All my army betrayed me. The arth is same again, and every scapegoat of all problems is me. Who am I? I am Dark Lord Theodor, or as in my non-regal name Sahaba. Well, I was the Dark Lord Theodor. I always hated politics. F... | If I told you I was once the ruler of this world would you belive me? Would you belive they used to call me the dark one? I have run my own little far on the coutryside for about 10 years now, the older people know who I am and fear me, but the young ones see me only as the guy who wears "silly" dark capes and keeps ... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | I sighed, tending to my plants. The aloe-vera swayed gently in the breeze, and I carefully made a shallow cut on the leaves. The spines rose, the leaves shriveled and curled together as if forming a protective dome while the plant bled. Drops of crimson trickled down the intricate rifts, valleys, and folds of the sea-g... | If I told you I was once the ruler of this world would you belive me? Would you belive they used to call me the dark one? I have run my own little far on the coutryside for about 10 years now, the older people know who I am and fear me, but the young ones see me only as the guy who wears "silly" dark capes and keeps ... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | ((Part 1/2))
\*\*cracks knuckles and laughs in Dungeon Master\*\*Y’all can’t stop me this time…
\~\~\~
“What part of ‘this is a tomb’ is incomprehensible to you and your party?” The lich’s normally intimidating voice was laced with an ancient weariness only the defeated yet spared villains could muster. “You know I ... | If I told you I was once the ruler of this world would you belive me? Would you belive they used to call me the dark one? I have run my own little far on the coutryside for about 10 years now, the older people know who I am and fear me, but the young ones see me only as the guy who wears "silly" dark capes and keeps ... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | Moving slowly as had always been his way the figure would sweep his hands through the long grass as he traversed the meadow of his own creation. A place devoid of all life save the plants he had nurtured into existence in what was once a barren wasteland, his own small plot of peace and solitude tucked away from the no... | If I told you I was once the ruler of this world would you belive me? Would you belive they used to call me the dark one? I have run my own little far on the coutryside for about 10 years now, the older people know who I am and fear me, but the young ones see me only as the guy who wears "silly" dark capes and keeps ... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | The heavy fall of a booted foot being extremely out of place alerts Josin that something is wrong. The metal striking the wooden floorboards sends a tingle down her spine from memories best left long buried.
"Mortana?" the gruff voice asks.
She reflexively holds her breath at being addressed by a name she had not hea... | If I told you I was once the ruler of this world would you belive me? Would you belive they used to call me the dark one? I have run my own little far on the coutryside for about 10 years now, the older people know who I am and fear me, but the young ones see me only as the guy who wears "silly" dark capes and keeps ... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | Part 1/2
I could taste rads on the air, again. They usually blew in from the wasteland where the capital used to be towards the end of the year, but this was sharper and earlier than I had been expecting.
Some wannabe Warlord had probably found another cache of missiles or one of the old governmental munition bunkers... | If I told you I was once the ruler of this world would you belive me? Would you belive they used to call me the dark one? I have run my own little far on the coutryside for about 10 years now, the older people know who I am and fear me, but the young ones see me only as the guy who wears "silly" dark capes and keeps ... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | There really is something special about the smell of a new delivery of parchment. You never know quite what you'll get, and this new shipment has a crisp and slightly spicy scent, a hint of its more exotic origins. I carefully took the loose leaf and placed the sheaf in the hopper, preparing it for binding into my late... | If I told you I was once the ruler of this world would you belive me? Would you belive they used to call me the dark one? I have run my own little far on the coutryside for about 10 years now, the older people know who I am and fear me, but the young ones see me only as the guy who wears "silly" dark capes and keeps ... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | I sighed, tending to my plants. The aloe-vera swayed gently in the breeze, and I carefully made a shallow cut on the leaves. The spines rose, the leaves shriveled and curled together as if forming a protective dome while the plant bled. Drops of crimson trickled down the intricate rifts, valleys, and folds of the sea-g... | And the Yi Empire was collapsed. All the effort I have spent to form my empire ended in one week. All my army betrayed me. The arth is same again, and every scapegoat of all problems is me. Who am I? I am Dark Lord Theodor, or as in my non-regal name Sahaba. Well, I was the Dark Lord Theodor. I always hated politics. F... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | ((Part 1/2))
\*\*cracks knuckles and laughs in Dungeon Master\*\*Y’all can’t stop me this time…
\~\~\~
“What part of ‘this is a tomb’ is incomprehensible to you and your party?” The lich’s normally intimidating voice was laced with an ancient weariness only the defeated yet spared villains could muster. “You know I ... | And the Yi Empire was collapsed. All the effort I have spent to form my empire ended in one week. All my army betrayed me. The arth is same again, and every scapegoat of all problems is me. Who am I? I am Dark Lord Theodor, or as in my non-regal name Sahaba. Well, I was the Dark Lord Theodor. I always hated politics. F... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | The heavy fall of a booted foot being extremely out of place alerts Josin that something is wrong. The metal striking the wooden floorboards sends a tingle down her spine from memories best left long buried.
"Mortana?" the gruff voice asks.
She reflexively holds her breath at being addressed by a name she had not hea... | Moving slowly as had always been his way the figure would sweep his hands through the long grass as he traversed the meadow of his own creation. A place devoid of all life save the plants he had nurtured into existence in what was once a barren wasteland, his own small plot of peace and solitude tucked away from the no... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | Part 1/2
I could taste rads on the air, again. They usually blew in from the wasteland where the capital used to be towards the end of the year, but this was sharper and earlier than I had been expecting.
Some wannabe Warlord had probably found another cache of missiles or one of the old governmental munition bunkers... | Tomorrow marked 10 years. 10 years since I fell at the hands of the Champion. 10 years. I didn’t hate the Champion. I never have. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be about to deliver a baby in my clinic. I wouldn’t have found my place as a doctor in my village. I was happy here. It is kind of funny that I, who was onc... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | There really is something special about the smell of a new delivery of parchment. You never know quite what you'll get, and this new shipment has a crisp and slightly spicy scent, a hint of its more exotic origins. I carefully took the loose leaf and placed the sheaf in the hopper, preparing it for binding into my late... | Tomorrow marked 10 years. 10 years since I fell at the hands of the Champion. 10 years. I didn’t hate the Champion. I never have. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be about to deliver a baby in my clinic. I wouldn’t have found my place as a doctor in my village. I was happy here. It is kind of funny that I, who was onc... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | A light wisp of smoke rose over the small house in the middle of the cabbage farm. The setting sun had bathed the house in blood red, reminding its occupant of a distant past. As the farmer tied his ox and was about to retire into his house for the night, he heard his old dog growling. He hadn't heard that growl in man... | Tomorrow marked 10 years. 10 years since I fell at the hands of the Champion. 10 years. I didn’t hate the Champion. I never have. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be about to deliver a baby in my clinic. I wouldn’t have found my place as a doctor in my village. I was happy here. It is kind of funny that I, who was onc... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | Part 1
"Hello, old friend."
The man looked at me, his eyes that once held purity and innocence now held the same hatred and anger that mine held a decade past. I sighed, taking off my hat and wiping off the sweat that had accumulated on my forehead.
"What do you want, *hero*?" I said with barely concealed... | Tomorrow marked 10 years. 10 years since I fell at the hands of the Champion. 10 years. I didn’t hate the Champion. I never have. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be about to deliver a baby in my clinic. I wouldn’t have found my place as a doctor in my village. I was happy here. It is kind of funny that I, who was onc... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | Part 1/2
I could taste rads on the air, again. They usually blew in from the wasteland where the capital used to be towards the end of the year, but this was sharper and earlier than I had been expecting.
Some wannabe Warlord had probably found another cache of missiles or one of the old governmental munition bunkers... | [Poem]
For one thousand years, I ruled over this land.
And for one thousand years, it all was quite grand.
Admittedly rife with mass devastation
Terror and strife and torturous frustration,
But grand nonetheless with my castle so dark
No envading army would ever embark
On a quest so futile, so sure of defeat.
... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | There really is something special about the smell of a new delivery of parchment. You never know quite what you'll get, and this new shipment has a crisp and slightly spicy scent, a hint of its more exotic origins. I carefully took the loose leaf and placed the sheaf in the hopper, preparing it for binding into my late... | [Poem]
For one thousand years, I ruled over this land.
And for one thousand years, it all was quite grand.
Admittedly rife with mass devastation
Terror and strife and torturous frustration,
But grand nonetheless with my castle so dark
No envading army would ever embark
On a quest so futile, so sure of defeat.
... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | The dull thud of metal greaves on stone resounded through the hall in front of the throne room reverberating through the slightly parted doors left open from their last visit. The ostentatious main hall of the castle left the party trudging across its breadth for much more than a moment as they approached me. Somber fa... | Part 1/2
I was relaxing in front of my fireplace, and the only sound in my small cottage was the crackling as the logs burned. Sat in a comfy chair with a book and a blanket, I was content with my lot in life.
A decade had passed. A decade since, the eponymous Hero defeated me and knocked me from my thr... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | Part 1
"Hello, old friend."
The man looked at me, his eyes that once held purity and innocence now held the same hatred and anger that mine held a decade past. I sighed, taking off my hat and wiping off the sweat that had accumulated on my forehead.
"What do you want, *hero*?" I said with barely concealed... | Part 1/2
I was relaxing in front of my fireplace, and the only sound in my small cottage was the crackling as the logs burned. Sat in a comfy chair with a book and a blanket, I was content with my lot in life.
A decade had passed. A decade since, the eponymous Hero defeated me and knocked me from my thr... |
I saw that this prompt was originally posted 4 years ago, and I liked it, so I copy-pasted it. | [WP] You are a retired Dark Lord living in the countryside. 10 years after your crushing defeat, the heroes come for your help. | Part 1
"Hello, old friend."
The man looked at me, his eyes that once held purity and innocence now held the same hatred and anger that mine held a decade past. I sighed, taking off my hat and wiping off the sweat that had accumulated on my forehead.
"What do you want, *hero*?" I said with barely concealed... | The dull thud of metal greaves on stone resounded through the hall in front of the throne room reverberating through the slightly parted doors left open from their last visit. The ostentatious main hall of the castle left the party trudging across its breadth for much more than a moment as they approached me. Somber fa... |
[WP] Someone makes an anonymous book publish, the book is called "Everything Is a weapon. -By Humans", it immediatly becomes a best seller, it becomes a required read when entering any alien military and a must read for every alien interested in self-defense. | “And besides your required reading, fitness is another absolute must for cadets. And because of that, every morning…” the cadre droned on.
Con stopped paying attention. His attention was focused on the holoscreen in front of him, glowing lightly with the list of scripts, ancient texts, books and other written materia... | "Don't crush the skull of your enemy if you are planning to drink from it later" X'ona cited. "'Everything is a Weapon', of course".
Of course, we thought. Pretentious prick, always wrongly citing the "Weapon", talking like they understand humans at all. Our partial-parent was an expert on human tactics but as usual w... | |
[WP] Someone makes an anonymous book publish, the book is called "Everything Is a weapon. -By Humans", it immediatly becomes a best seller, it becomes a required read when entering any alien military and a must read for every alien interested in self-defense. | Admiral Mori was sitting in a contemplative pose while watching the computer at her desk when the rear admiral entered her office. She called him in without leaving her seat, somberly watching the computer process her program as he entered and took a seat opposite her. Unlike the other offices on this floor, her office... | "Don't crush the skull of your enemy if you are planning to drink from it later" X'ona cited. "'Everything is a Weapon', of course".
Of course, we thought. Pretentious prick, always wrongly citing the "Weapon", talking like they understand humans at all. Our partial-parent was an expert on human tactics but as usual w... | |
[WP] Someone makes an anonymous book publish, the book is called "Everything Is a weapon. -By Humans", it immediatly becomes a best seller, it becomes a required read when entering any alien military and a must read for every alien interested in self-defense. | "How is this noteworthy? A weapon is anything used to inflict damage on a being. That is the definition of a weapon. It could be anything you pick up, anything you use."
"Yes, but don't forget that with their nimble hands and tough fingers, humans can pick up almost anything they are strong enough to lift."
Algo s... | "Don't crush the skull of your enemy if you are planning to drink from it later" X'ona cited. "'Everything is a Weapon', of course".
Of course, we thought. Pretentious prick, always wrongly citing the "Weapon", talking like they understand humans at all. Our partial-parent was an expert on human tactics but as usual w... | |
[WP] You live in a world where karma is real and where you get what you deserve. The thing is that you want to be the ruler of the world, so you decide to become the nicest person on earth. | Daniel sat patiently in the waiting room of the KARM4 Initiative office, looking at the large poster on the wall opposite him. The words “EVERYONE GETS WHAT THEY DESERVE” were printed in bright blue letters underneath a picture of a smiling couple enjoying a glass of wine on a beach at sunset. Daniel noticed how brilli... | "Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce to you, the next ruler of Earth, Jeffery Patel!!!!"
The crowd goes wild as I take the stage. "Thank you folks from the great State of California!" "Under Ruler Patel your dreams will come true!" How did I get here? The main stage, announcing my candidacy for ruler of Earth in fr... | |
[WP] You live in a world where karma is real and where you get what you deserve. The thing is that you want to be the ruler of the world, so you decide to become the nicest person on earth. | Dennis Poe stayed calm, despite his growing frustration with being treated like he was less than a full-grown adult. It was what a good person would do.
“I don’t understand,” Dennis said. “What do you mean, intentions matter?”
“Intentions count as much as your actions when it comes to karma, young one,” the vaguely-h... | It had been an awful amount of time since I started this project. I went out of my way to help other people, help my family, helping generally. I worked hard, spent my money to charity, helped out where I could.
And now it would be time to get my karma reward back. I was asked to take a seat and I nodded nicely whils... | |
[WP] You live in a world where karma is real and where you get what you deserve. The thing is that you want to be the ruler of the world, so you decide to become the nicest person on earth. | "Ever since I was little I dreamt of ruling over this world as a supreme emperor. For years I've been in hiding thinking of a plan to take over the world and that plan has finally been set in motion" said Adrian as he helped an old lady cross the road.
The old lady thanked Adrian by giving him a packet of cookies. "Nu... | It had been an awful amount of time since I started this project. I went out of my way to help other people, help my family, helping generally. I worked hard, spent my money to charity, helped out where I could.
And now it would be time to get my karma reward back. I was asked to take a seat and I nodded nicely whils... | |
[WP] You live in a world where karma is real and where you get what you deserve. The thing is that you want to be the ruler of the world, so you decide to become the nicest person on earth. | Daniel sat patiently in the waiting room of the KARM4 Initiative office, looking at the large poster on the wall opposite him. The words “EVERYONE GETS WHAT THEY DESERVE” were printed in bright blue letters underneath a picture of a smiling couple enjoying a glass of wine on a beach at sunset. Daniel noticed how brilli... | It had been an awful amount of time since I started this project. I went out of my way to help other people, help my family, helping generally. I worked hard, spent my money to charity, helped out where I could.
And now it would be time to get my karma reward back. I was asked to take a seat and I nodded nicely whils... | |
[WP] You live in a world where karma is real and where you get what you deserve. The thing is that you want to be the ruler of the world, so you decide to become the nicest person on earth. | Curled up in sleep, the kindest man in all the world snored. It was a chainsaw snore, the motor sputtering and failing before ripping into sudden, frantic life. When Lily complained about it her friends always laughed. They said that if a snore was the worst Malcolm had to offer then she was even luckier than they had ... | It had been an awful amount of time since I started this project. I went out of my way to help other people, help my family, helping generally. I worked hard, spent my money to charity, helped out where I could.
And now it would be time to get my karma reward back. I was asked to take a seat and I nodded nicely whils... | |
[WP] You live in a world where karma is real and where you get what you deserve. The thing is that you want to be the ruler of the world, so you decide to become the nicest person on earth. | Daniel sat patiently in the waiting room of the KARM4 Initiative office, looking at the large poster on the wall opposite him. The words “EVERYONE GETS WHAT THEY DESERVE” were printed in bright blue letters underneath a picture of a smiling couple enjoying a glass of wine on a beach at sunset. Daniel noticed how brilli... | Dennis Poe stayed calm, despite his growing frustration with being treated like he was less than a full-grown adult. It was what a good person would do.
“I don’t understand,” Dennis said. “What do you mean, intentions matter?”
“Intentions count as much as your actions when it comes to karma, young one,” the vaguely-h... | |
[WP] You live in a world where karma is real and where you get what you deserve. The thing is that you want to be the ruler of the world, so you decide to become the nicest person on earth. | Curled up in sleep, the kindest man in all the world snored. It was a chainsaw snore, the motor sputtering and failing before ripping into sudden, frantic life. When Lily complained about it her friends always laughed. They said that if a snore was the worst Malcolm had to offer then she was even luckier than they had ... | Dennis Poe stayed calm, despite his growing frustration with being treated like he was less than a full-grown adult. It was what a good person would do.
“I don’t understand,” Dennis said. “What do you mean, intentions matter?”
“Intentions count as much as your actions when it comes to karma, young one,” the vaguely-h... | |
[WP] You live in a world where karma is real and where you get what you deserve. The thing is that you want to be the ruler of the world, so you decide to become the nicest person on earth. | Daniel sat patiently in the waiting room of the KARM4 Initiative office, looking at the large poster on the wall opposite him. The words “EVERYONE GETS WHAT THEY DESERVE” were printed in bright blue letters underneath a picture of a smiling couple enjoying a glass of wine on a beach at sunset. Daniel noticed how brilli... | "Ever since I was little I dreamt of ruling over this world as a supreme emperor. For years I've been in hiding thinking of a plan to take over the world and that plan has finally been set in motion" said Adrian as he helped an old lady cross the road.
The old lady thanked Adrian by giving him a packet of cookies. "Nu... | |
[WP] You live in a world where karma is real and where you get what you deserve. The thing is that you want to be the ruler of the world, so you decide to become the nicest person on earth. | Curled up in sleep, the kindest man in all the world snored. It was a chainsaw snore, the motor sputtering and failing before ripping into sudden, frantic life. When Lily complained about it her friends always laughed. They said that if a snore was the worst Malcolm had to offer then she was even luckier than they had ... | "Ever since I was little I dreamt of ruling over this world as a supreme emperor. For years I've been in hiding thinking of a plan to take over the world and that plan has finally been set in motion" said Adrian as he helped an old lady cross the road.
The old lady thanked Adrian by giving him a packet of cookies. "Nu... | |
[WP] Pinocchio is able to create infinite wood by lying constantly. He sacrifices his lifetime by telling falsehoods nonstop in order to feed the hungry and reduce scarcity. The Pinocchio tree has been growing for 500 years, some people question what is really underground. | \*loosely based on prompt\* My boy made all of my wishes come true. I never thought he would do the same for all of humanity. Every caretaker has the best intentions for their offspring. I was no different. I did not dream of fortune or fame for ‘Chio – I had long learned in my life that these were not such things to b... | We are at the back of line of a puppet show, the lines moved one by one as my mother looked at me, My mom patted my head
"Just talk with it okay! After that we can go home and you can play all day".
Our village has the weekly show, adult called it the puppet show. The bald man who was at the front of us move... | |
[WP] Pinocchio is able to create infinite wood by lying constantly. He sacrifices his lifetime by telling falsehoods nonstop in order to feed the hungry and reduce scarcity. The Pinocchio tree has been growing for 500 years, some people question what is really underground. | I breathed slowly and carefully, unsure if these caverns would have enough fresh air to keep us alive. Was there enough air for the puppet boy of the old stories? For the thousandth time, I wondered if that was why the tree had stopped growing and, as always, was left without an answer.
For generations the tree ha... | [Poem]
To the tree they ponder
What lieth below
With the will to give
The wood it would bestow
They knock and knock
Yet it gives no answer
For under the ground lies a cock | |
[WP] Pinocchio is able to create infinite wood by lying constantly. He sacrifices his lifetime by telling falsehoods nonstop in order to feed the hungry and reduce scarcity. The Pinocchio tree has been growing for 500 years, some people question what is really underground. | “O, creature of the Unmarked Deep, Giver of Life, this I call to thee: what be thou origin?”
Roots covered covered every inch of the sparse underground cavern, coating the crevices and submerging the rock wall beneath. Above grew the Evertree. Beneath, in the center of this tangled, bark-infested hell…
A beast shaped... |
Centuries ago there lived—
“A king!” my little readers would say.
Again, settle down children, no. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. I wasn’t any particularly expensive piece of wood, far from it. The kind that would light up fireplaces and kept warm the common children as well as the regal, the ol’ janit... | |
[WP] Pinocchio is able to create infinite wood by lying constantly. He sacrifices his lifetime by telling falsehoods nonstop in order to feed the hungry and reduce scarcity. The Pinocchio tree has been growing for 500 years, some people question what is really underground. | They say that if you press your ears to the ground and hold your breath, you will hear a faint murmur. So soft and muffled is this sound that most will dismiss it as a shifting of the earth, a strange amalgamation of the clicking of beetle legs and the footsteps of soldier ants. The brain tricking itself into hearing w... |
Centuries ago there lived—
“A king!” my little readers would say.
Again, settle down children, no. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. I wasn’t any particularly expensive piece of wood, far from it. The kind that would light up fireplaces and kept warm the common children as well as the regal, the ol’ janit... | |
[WP] Pinocchio is able to create infinite wood by lying constantly. He sacrifices his lifetime by telling falsehoods nonstop in order to feed the hungry and reduce scarcity. The Pinocchio tree has been growing for 500 years, some people question what is really underground. | It was easy at first. "I'm a potato". "The Moon belongs to Spain". "There's no such thing as a horse". An endless stream of petty falsehoods, easy to churn out as often as you want. The tree grew eternally, and with it grew a new age. Infinite energy, if you just kept burning the wood- with each new lie, the tree grew ... |
Centuries ago there lived—
“A king!” my little readers would say.
Again, settle down children, no. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. I wasn’t any particularly expensive piece of wood, far from it. The kind that would light up fireplaces and kept warm the common children as well as the regal, the ol’ janit... | |
[WP] Pinocchio is able to create infinite wood by lying constantly. He sacrifices his lifetime by telling falsehoods nonstop in order to feed the hungry and reduce scarcity. The Pinocchio tree has been growing for 500 years, some people question what is really underground. | I took a deep breath. They were all depending on me. The last trees were gone. The last grass. The air was full of smoke.
The gaunt-faced survivors circled me with desperate eyes.
"Bury me," I said at last, holding out my arms to them.
They did.
The sprout grew quickly taller above the gravelly grave. It seemed to... |
Centuries ago there lived—
“A king!” my little readers would say.
Again, settle down children, no. Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. I wasn’t any particularly expensive piece of wood, far from it. The kind that would light up fireplaces and kept warm the common children as well as the regal, the ol’ janit... | |
[WP] Pinocchio is able to create infinite wood by lying constantly. He sacrifices his lifetime by telling falsehoods nonstop in order to feed the hungry and reduce scarcity. The Pinocchio tree has been growing for 500 years, some people question what is really underground. | It was easy at first. "I'm a potato". "The Moon belongs to Spain". "There's no such thing as a horse". An endless stream of petty falsehoods, easy to churn out as often as you want. The tree grew eternally, and with it grew a new age. Infinite energy, if you just kept burning the wood- with each new lie, the tree grew ... | They say that if you press your ears to the ground and hold your breath, you will hear a faint murmur. So soft and muffled is this sound that most will dismiss it as a shifting of the earth, a strange amalgamation of the clicking of beetle legs and the footsteps of soldier ants. The brain tricking itself into hearing w... | |
[WP] Pinocchio is able to create infinite wood by lying constantly. He sacrifices his lifetime by telling falsehoods nonstop in order to feed the hungry and reduce scarcity. The Pinocchio tree has been growing for 500 years, some people question what is really underground. | I took a deep breath. They were all depending on me. The last trees were gone. The last grass. The air was full of smoke.
The gaunt-faced survivors circled me with desperate eyes.
"Bury me," I said at last, holding out my arms to them.
They did.
The sprout grew quickly taller above the gravelly grave. It seemed to... | They say that if you press your ears to the ground and hold your breath, you will hear a faint murmur. So soft and muffled is this sound that most will dismiss it as a shifting of the earth, a strange amalgamation of the clicking of beetle legs and the footsteps of soldier ants. The brain tricking itself into hearing w... | |
[WP] “We’re super strong, we can move faster than anyone can see, and we can fly. Now tell me why we shouldn’t be superheroes.” “Because we’re not superheroes we’re vampires!” | "I don't think those two are necessarily mutually exclusive." Count Velkan said.
"Of course they're mutually exclusive!" Dorin the Blooded replied. "Have you ever heard of a vampire superhero? Superheroes fight crime and save people, we kill people and/or turn them into unthinking thralls!"
"Well just because we kill... | I hope someone picks this up, because I can see a dumb anime plot easily flying off this premise. Either going for light hearted comedy or some edgy seinen.
Vampire council displeased, Duke or baron's youngest was spoiled when a servant's comic books were accidentally discovered by him, or a newly turned who's always... | |
[WP]You're not a mad scientist or a supervillain. You just like to clone dinosaurs and turn them into heavily armed cyborgs. | It’s surprising the things you learn while working on your hobbies. I may have gone a bit overboard with cosplay, but I’m solidly convinced that the results were worth it.
I started small, breeding lizards to get the horns here, the neck flare just so, but it could never be quite good enough. For one, they didn’t bree... | This sounds like a musical.
I’m thinking there’ll be a scene right after the first fight between the “hero” and the mad villain’s cybersaurs. It will be the mad villain’s first solo:
And now… the time has come
For me to set aside my heart, and do what must be done
And now…. There is nowhere left to run
I must s... | |
[WP]You bought a pocket watch. Whenever you stop it time freezes, but only in a one mile radius. | “Stop moving or I’ll blow his brains ou-” click
Time stops, as I hold my breath and move towards the hostage taker. I reach the scared fifty-something year old man and pick him up. I move him behind our police line. I then walk back to the hostage taker, and slightly force his grip open to pry the gun from his hands.... | *Domsliv's Magical Emporium* they told me, *get something nice why don't you.*
Broken thing, the darn doesn't even keep time proper. The hands are stuck dead twelve o'clock on the arcanium brass watch behind some magically treated glass and they *assured* me that this watch is right proper.
Figures the artificers tin... | |
[WP] All alien species are universally religious. The concept of atheism is completely foreign to them. | The starship Faces of the Creator orbited Earth in a polar orbit in order to fully map the planet.
The assembled species, who categorized aliens beliefs, gazed stunned at each other as a hologram of Jerusalem spun gently in the center of the room.
"They have the usual variety of concentrated holy spots of a multiling... | When humans were discovered, they also had religious believes, like all species. They even had hundreds of different religions across the world, how wonderful. Humans are normal beings right....Right?
Wrong. Ever since technology began to explain how genetics worked and the Earth had evolution, many humans lost belie... | |
[WP] “Well Death,” you say, “I never thought it would end this way. But it’s definitely in my top three, you know?” “It’s how I’d want to go.” Death agrees supportively. | Ninety feet below the surface, there are no waves. Fan corals wave gently. A sea turtle munches on some algae and a clownfish pokes its face out of an anemone. A silhouette of a reef shark in the distance promises some good pictures for my GoPro, should she decide to come closer. A complete silence surrounds me except ... | Death stood over me as I laid face up in a bloody puddle of mud. His face was hooded but he seemed pensive. Watching that pompous aristocrat, who watched the battle from his throne, being carried by prisoners so he could see over the crowd.
"there's nothing I am so passionate about as much as your hatred for this king... | |
[WP] “Well Death,” you say, “I never thought it would end this way. But it’s definitely in my top three, you know?” “It’s how I’d want to go.” Death agrees supportively. | "You know what I have always liked?" I asked the impeccably dressed gentleman sitting beside me.
"Cheesy romantic comedies which you pretend you hate." He said wryly.
I looked at him with a look of faux betrayal. "You didn't need to say it out loud."
He looked at me confused. "But you asked."
I rolled my eyes. "D... | Death stood over me as I laid face up in a bloody puddle of mud. His face was hooded but he seemed pensive. Watching that pompous aristocrat, who watched the battle from his throne, being carried by prisoners so he could see over the crowd.
"there's nothing I am so passionate about as much as your hatred for this king... | |
[WP] “Well Death,” you say, “I never thought it would end this way. But it’s definitely in my top three, you know?” “It’s how I’d want to go.” Death agrees supportively. | "You know what I have always liked?" I asked the impeccably dressed gentleman sitting beside me.
"Cheesy romantic comedies which you pretend you hate." He said wryly.
I looked at him with a look of faux betrayal. "You didn't need to say it out loud."
He looked at me confused. "But you asked."
I rolled my eyes. "D... | I had a near-death experience once. I swung too high on a playground swing, and landed on my head, and I felt my breathing grow shorter and faster, until black overtook my vision.
And I saw Death. I knew he was him, and how I knew the end was near. Though his face was but bone, there was forlorn sorrow in those empty ... | |
[WP] “Well Death,” you say, “I never thought it would end this way. But it’s definitely in my top three, you know?” “It’s how I’d want to go.” Death agrees supportively. | "You know what I have always liked?" I asked the impeccably dressed gentleman sitting beside me.
"Cheesy romantic comedies which you pretend you hate." He said wryly.
I looked at him with a look of faux betrayal. "You didn't need to say it out loud."
He looked at me confused. "But you asked."
I rolled my eyes. "D... | "Best. Orgy. Ever." I say as we walk towards the light.
"I SAW, IT WAS PRETTY GOOD", said Death and he paused for a moment, awkwardly raising a bony hand up next to where i presume his face would be. "I BELIEVE YOU MORTALS CALL THIS AN 'UP FIVE'?".
I playfully give him a high five, not correcting him, we've got an et... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | Mimo, black-tailed and otherwise white as snow, hopped onto the kitchen counter and presented her master with her most recent catch: an ear.
"M-Mimo! Not again. I've told you, I--"
Her innocent eyes sparkled and her tail danced behind her as she plopped the ear down on the cool granite. Konrad sighed. Yesterday it ha... | I couldn’t turn away fast enough. I immediately slammed the door closed and screamed “WHAT THE FUCK!!” in utter disbelief of the image forever now branded into my deepest synapsis. Atoms overloaded, neurons on all cylinders, new pathways forged instantaneously. Milliseconds turned into centuries as I barely made two st... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | It's getting to the point I don't want to wake up. Yes, I know; giving presents is how cats show their love...or their superior ability to hunt. Honestly, either's possible.
And I want you to know, I *do* play with the cat. No, he's not my cat. A neighborhood stray, I think, or maybe he's just got a lot of homes. Poin... | I couldn’t turn away fast enough. I immediately slammed the door closed and screamed “WHAT THE FUCK!!” in utter disbelief of the image forever now branded into my deepest synapsis. Atoms overloaded, neurons on all cylinders, new pathways forged instantaneously. Milliseconds turned into centuries as I barely made two st... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | I thought it was adorable at first. It started a few days after I brought her home. I had a giant potted plant in my living room. It's leaves were bigger than the cats head. She would rip an entire leaf off the plant, and carry it all the way up the stairs, down the hall to my bedroom and leave it on my bed.
It was ... | I couldn’t turn away fast enough. I immediately slammed the door closed and screamed “WHAT THE FUCK!!” in utter disbelief of the image forever now branded into my deepest synapsis. Atoms overloaded, neurons on all cylinders, new pathways forged instantaneously. Milliseconds turned into centuries as I barely made two st... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | When Mrs. Blanchard rolled onto her side and tugged on her blanket, sunlight hit her face. Her eyes opened, then she screamed.
A dead mouse's glassy eyes stared at her.
Mrs. Blanchard's hands reacted without conscious choice, and she sent the little carcass flying to the other end of the room.
She sat up in bed, sti... | I couldn’t turn away fast enough. I immediately slammed the door closed and screamed “WHAT THE FUCK!!” in utter disbelief of the image forever now branded into my deepest synapsis. Atoms overloaded, neurons on all cylinders, new pathways forged instantaneously. Milliseconds turned into centuries as I barely made two st... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | I blinked hard, rubbed my eyes, and blinked again. Nope, still there. But I tried again, shaking my head this time, as if that would change things. But no, still here. Jason Momoa was sprawled out on my bed, looking around in abject confusion.
I sighed, hard. 'Look what the cat dragged in,' I muttered. Jason stare... | I couldn’t turn away fast enough. I immediately slammed the door closed and screamed “WHAT THE FUCK!!” in utter disbelief of the image forever now branded into my deepest synapsis. Atoms overloaded, neurons on all cylinders, new pathways forged instantaneously. Milliseconds turned into centuries as I barely made two st... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | Naxos was a long slim cat, half Siamese with a light mottled coloring that reminded Julia of the marble from the Greek island that gave the cat her name. Julia wasn't usually one to take in stray animals, but when she first saw the cat hiding from the rain on her doorstep, soaked, she let her in to warm by the fire, an... | I couldn’t turn away fast enough. I immediately slammed the door closed and screamed “WHAT THE FUCK!!” in utter disbelief of the image forever now branded into my deepest synapsis. Atoms overloaded, neurons on all cylinders, new pathways forged instantaneously. Milliseconds turned into centuries as I barely made two st... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | From the moment Elliot found the cat he knew it was a little odd. Most obviously there was the coat. A tabby cat, at least by day, by night the cat sported a coat of many colors. Its thin bands of black fur changed to suit its mood or environment, and the warm brown could grow very much warmer, or chill all the way to ... | I couldn’t turn away fast enough. I immediately slammed the door closed and screamed “WHAT THE FUCK!!” in utter disbelief of the image forever now branded into my deepest synapsis. Atoms overloaded, neurons on all cylinders, new pathways forged instantaneously. Milliseconds turned into centuries as I barely made two st... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | It was a calico cat, shaded by darkness on half its scruffy face, scorched by flame on the other. The moon and sun heading towards an eclipse over a pale mountain of white fur.
For weeks after Josh had moved back to the family home, the cat had watched him. Sat outside the windows, or lay in the yard in the maple-sha... | I couldn’t turn away fast enough. I immediately slammed the door closed and screamed “WHAT THE FUCK!!” in utter disbelief of the image forever now branded into my deepest synapsis. Atoms overloaded, neurons on all cylinders, new pathways forged instantaneously. Milliseconds turned into centuries as I barely made two st... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | It's getting to the point I don't want to wake up. Yes, I know; giving presents is how cats show their love...or their superior ability to hunt. Honestly, either's possible.
And I want you to know, I *do* play with the cat. No, he's not my cat. A neighborhood stray, I think, or maybe he's just got a lot of homes. Poin... | Mimo, black-tailed and otherwise white as snow, hopped onto the kitchen counter and presented her master with her most recent catch: an ear.
"M-Mimo! Not again. I've told you, I--"
Her innocent eyes sparkled and her tail danced behind her as she plopped the ear down on the cool granite. Konrad sighed. Yesterday it ha... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | When Mrs. Blanchard rolled onto her side and tugged on her blanket, sunlight hit her face. Her eyes opened, then she screamed.
A dead mouse's glassy eyes stared at her.
Mrs. Blanchard's hands reacted without conscious choice, and she sent the little carcass flying to the other end of the room.
She sat up in bed, sti... | Mimo, black-tailed and otherwise white as snow, hopped onto the kitchen counter and presented her master with her most recent catch: an ear.
"M-Mimo! Not again. I've told you, I--"
Her innocent eyes sparkled and her tail danced behind her as she plopped the ear down on the cool granite. Konrad sighed. Yesterday it ha... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | I blinked hard, rubbed my eyes, and blinked again. Nope, still there. But I tried again, shaking my head this time, as if that would change things. But no, still here. Jason Momoa was sprawled out on my bed, looking around in abject confusion.
I sighed, hard. 'Look what the cat dragged in,' I muttered. Jason stare... | Mimo, black-tailed and otherwise white as snow, hopped onto the kitchen counter and presented her master with her most recent catch: an ear.
"M-Mimo! Not again. I've told you, I--"
Her innocent eyes sparkled and her tail danced behind her as she plopped the ear down on the cool granite. Konrad sighed. Yesterday it ha... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | Naxos was a long slim cat, half Siamese with a light mottled coloring that reminded Julia of the marble from the Greek island that gave the cat her name. Julia wasn't usually one to take in stray animals, but when she first saw the cat hiding from the rain on her doorstep, soaked, she let her in to warm by the fire, an... | Mimo, black-tailed and otherwise white as snow, hopped onto the kitchen counter and presented her master with her most recent catch: an ear.
"M-Mimo! Not again. I've told you, I--"
Her innocent eyes sparkled and her tail danced behind her as she plopped the ear down on the cool granite. Konrad sighed. Yesterday it ha... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | From the moment Elliot found the cat he knew it was a little odd. Most obviously there was the coat. A tabby cat, at least by day, by night the cat sported a coat of many colors. Its thin bands of black fur changed to suit its mood or environment, and the warm brown could grow very much warmer, or chill all the way to ... | Mimo, black-tailed and otherwise white as snow, hopped onto the kitchen counter and presented her master with her most recent catch: an ear.
"M-Mimo! Not again. I've told you, I--"
Her innocent eyes sparkled and her tail danced behind her as she plopped the ear down on the cool granite. Konrad sighed. Yesterday it ha... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | It was a calico cat, shaded by darkness on half its scruffy face, scorched by flame on the other. The moon and sun heading towards an eclipse over a pale mountain of white fur.
For weeks after Josh had moved back to the family home, the cat had watched him. Sat outside the windows, or lay in the yard in the maple-sha... | Mimo, black-tailed and otherwise white as snow, hopped onto the kitchen counter and presented her master with her most recent catch: an ear.
"M-Mimo! Not again. I've told you, I--"
Her innocent eyes sparkled and her tail danced behind her as she plopped the ear down on the cool granite. Konrad sighed. Yesterday it ha... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | I blinked hard, rubbed my eyes, and blinked again. Nope, still there. But I tried again, shaking my head this time, as if that would change things. But no, still here. Jason Momoa was sprawled out on my bed, looking around in abject confusion.
I sighed, hard. 'Look what the cat dragged in,' I muttered. Jason stare... | It's getting to the point I don't want to wake up. Yes, I know; giving presents is how cats show their love...or their superior ability to hunt. Honestly, either's possible.
And I want you to know, I *do* play with the cat. No, he's not my cat. A neighborhood stray, I think, or maybe he's just got a lot of homes. Poin... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | Naxos was a long slim cat, half Siamese with a light mottled coloring that reminded Julia of the marble from the Greek island that gave the cat her name. Julia wasn't usually one to take in stray animals, but when she first saw the cat hiding from the rain on her doorstep, soaked, she let her in to warm by the fire, an... | It's getting to the point I don't want to wake up. Yes, I know; giving presents is how cats show their love...or their superior ability to hunt. Honestly, either's possible.
And I want you to know, I *do* play with the cat. No, he's not my cat. A neighborhood stray, I think, or maybe he's just got a lot of homes. Poin... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | When Mrs. Blanchard rolled onto her side and tugged on her blanket, sunlight hit her face. Her eyes opened, then she screamed.
A dead mouse's glassy eyes stared at her.
Mrs. Blanchard's hands reacted without conscious choice, and she sent the little carcass flying to the other end of the room.
She sat up in bed, sti... | I thought it was adorable at first. It started a few days after I brought her home. I had a giant potted plant in my living room. It's leaves were bigger than the cats head. She would rip an entire leaf off the plant, and carry it all the way up the stairs, down the hall to my bedroom and leave it on my bed.
It was ... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | I blinked hard, rubbed my eyes, and blinked again. Nope, still there. But I tried again, shaking my head this time, as if that would change things. But no, still here. Jason Momoa was sprawled out on my bed, looking around in abject confusion.
I sighed, hard. 'Look what the cat dragged in,' I muttered. Jason stare... | I thought it was adorable at first. It started a few days after I brought her home. I had a giant potted plant in my living room. It's leaves were bigger than the cats head. She would rip an entire leaf off the plant, and carry it all the way up the stairs, down the hall to my bedroom and leave it on my bed.
It was ... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | Naxos was a long slim cat, half Siamese with a light mottled coloring that reminded Julia of the marble from the Greek island that gave the cat her name. Julia wasn't usually one to take in stray animals, but when she first saw the cat hiding from the rain on her doorstep, soaked, she let her in to warm by the fire, an... | I thought it was adorable at first. It started a few days after I brought her home. I had a giant potted plant in my living room. It's leaves were bigger than the cats head. She would rip an entire leaf off the plant, and carry it all the way up the stairs, down the hall to my bedroom and leave it on my bed.
It was ... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | From the moment Elliot found the cat he knew it was a little odd. Most obviously there was the coat. A tabby cat, at least by day, by night the cat sported a coat of many colors. Its thin bands of black fur changed to suit its mood or environment, and the warm brown could grow very much warmer, or chill all the way to ... | I thought it was adorable at first. It started a few days after I brought her home. I had a giant potted plant in my living room. It's leaves were bigger than the cats head. She would rip an entire leaf off the plant, and carry it all the way up the stairs, down the hall to my bedroom and leave it on my bed.
It was ... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | It was a calico cat, shaded by darkness on half its scruffy face, scorched by flame on the other. The moon and sun heading towards an eclipse over a pale mountain of white fur.
For weeks after Josh had moved back to the family home, the cat had watched him. Sat outside the windows, or lay in the yard in the maple-sha... | I thought it was adorable at first. It started a few days after I brought her home. I had a giant potted plant in my living room. It's leaves were bigger than the cats head. She would rip an entire leaf off the plant, and carry it all the way up the stairs, down the hall to my bedroom and leave it on my bed.
It was ... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | I blinked hard, rubbed my eyes, and blinked again. Nope, still there. But I tried again, shaking my head this time, as if that would change things. But no, still here. Jason Momoa was sprawled out on my bed, looking around in abject confusion.
I sighed, hard. 'Look what the cat dragged in,' I muttered. Jason stare... | When Mrs. Blanchard rolled onto her side and tugged on her blanket, sunlight hit her face. Her eyes opened, then she screamed.
A dead mouse's glassy eyes stared at her.
Mrs. Blanchard's hands reacted without conscious choice, and she sent the little carcass flying to the other end of the room.
She sat up in bed, sti... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | Naxos was a long slim cat, half Siamese with a light mottled coloring that reminded Julia of the marble from the Greek island that gave the cat her name. Julia wasn't usually one to take in stray animals, but when she first saw the cat hiding from the rain on her doorstep, soaked, she let her in to warm by the fire, an... | When Mrs. Blanchard rolled onto her side and tugged on her blanket, sunlight hit her face. Her eyes opened, then she screamed.
A dead mouse's glassy eyes stared at her.
Mrs. Blanchard's hands reacted without conscious choice, and she sent the little carcass flying to the other end of the room.
She sat up in bed, sti... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | From the moment Elliot found the cat he knew it was a little odd. Most obviously there was the coat. A tabby cat, at least by day, by night the cat sported a coat of many colors. Its thin bands of black fur changed to suit its mood or environment, and the warm brown could grow very much warmer, or chill all the way to ... | When Mrs. Blanchard rolled onto her side and tugged on her blanket, sunlight hit her face. Her eyes opened, then she screamed.
A dead mouse's glassy eyes stared at her.
Mrs. Blanchard's hands reacted without conscious choice, and she sent the little carcass flying to the other end of the room.
She sat up in bed, sti... | |
[WP]You adopt a stray cat. The gifts it leaves on your bed are getting more concerning. | It was a calico cat, shaded by darkness on half its scruffy face, scorched by flame on the other. The moon and sun heading towards an eclipse over a pale mountain of white fur.
For weeks after Josh had moved back to the family home, the cat had watched him. Sat outside the windows, or lay in the yard in the maple-sha... | I found the most precious little thing near our street today. It's a beautiful red and white furball and I have decided to name it Crookwig because I'm a potterhead and it reminds of Hermione's cat, Crookshanks and Harry's owl, Hedwig. Anyway, I could see a new friendship blossoming. I'm so happy.
~
She's adorable. ... | |
[WP] Despite common misconception, you're not marrying the local hero. You met him less than ten times, all for emergency issues. You're betrothed to a prince who will create a very good political alliance. You've known him since childhood. You're not letting that go for a goat herder! | I didn’t want to marry the local ‘Hero,’ Calvex was just a highly skilled knight, only without the title, more arrogance than you could fit in a member of the Royal family, and without the regret for his actions or the abnormal reactions to a piece of metal dropping to the ground and clanging. He thought that by ‘savin... | Silence, a commodity too valuable in desperate times. Beats, fleeing moments, echoed while uninviting cityscape. Towers erected in sandbox of houses, each sparkling as grains of dust soon to be blown away. Is house, now lost to horizon of glass and metal visible right now? There is no dust on sims, no wind lifting heav... | |
[WP] “Is that a….” The nuke explodes harmlessly against the alien starships shields. “Child’s toy? Yes,” the tired alien said. They were part of a group that helped the more…dumb races of the universe develop and evolve. But this race of “humans” would soon prove rather…difficult to educate. | Like stars, explosions dotted the sky above the Human homeworld. Each one the culmination of centuries worth of scientific advancement. Yet as each one faded, payload delivered with extreme prejudice, the alien vessels continued their descent.
Aboard the largest of these vessels sat a man. A ruler, a conqueror, an enl... | We wrapped up the meeting on the fancy deck of the alien ship with our version of formality in pressed suits, powdered makeup, and human servants, their group carrying ancestors’ tentacles dry-pressed to golden clarity, shellacked, held aloft. Both species had a similar formality around eye contact and antagonism.
Jas... | |
[WP] “Is that a….” The nuke explodes harmlessly against the alien starships shields. “Child’s toy? Yes,” the tired alien said. They were part of a group that helped the more…dumb races of the universe develop and evolve. But this race of “humans” would soon prove rather…difficult to educate. | "OK... Let's try this one more time... You are used to three dimensions, and in those three VERY SPECIFIC dimensions, yes life has a start and an end. Things could be damaged and entropy destroyed those things over time, but the vast majority of life does not actually exist in those dimensions. Your species was a part ... | We wrapped up the meeting on the fancy deck of the alien ship with our version of formality in pressed suits, powdered makeup, and human servants, their group carrying ancestors’ tentacles dry-pressed to golden clarity, shellacked, held aloft. Both species had a similar formality around eye contact and antagonism.
Jas... | |
[WP] “Is that a….” The nuke explodes harmlessly against the alien starships shields. “Child’s toy? Yes,” the tired alien said. They were part of a group that helped the more…dumb races of the universe develop and evolve. But this race of “humans” would soon prove rather…difficult to educate. | Through the shields, the bombs were little flashes in the night. Occasionally the shields sparked blue and the dissipating energies blotted out the stars. In those times Siala gripped the armrests of her chair a little tighter, glancing over at Maitresse for support.
Nothing moved except her eyes. Maitresse was a crea... | We wrapped up the meeting on the fancy deck of the alien ship with our version of formality in pressed suits, powdered makeup, and human servants, their group carrying ancestors’ tentacles dry-pressed to golden clarity, shellacked, held aloft. Both species had a similar formality around eye contact and antagonism.
Jas... | |
[WP] “Is that a….” The nuke explodes harmlessly against the alien starships shields. “Child’s toy? Yes,” the tired alien said. They were part of a group that helped the more…dumb races of the universe develop and evolve. But this race of “humans” would soon prove rather…difficult to educate. | "OK... Let's try this one more time... You are used to three dimensions, and in those three VERY SPECIFIC dimensions, yes life has a start and an end. Things could be damaged and entropy destroyed those things over time, but the vast majority of life does not actually exist in those dimensions. Your species was a part ... | Like stars, explosions dotted the sky above the Human homeworld. Each one the culmination of centuries worth of scientific advancement. Yet as each one faded, payload delivered with extreme prejudice, the alien vessels continued their descent.
Aboard the largest of these vessels sat a man. A ruler, a conqueror, an enl... | |
[WP] A man who has amnesia asks a warlock to help him remember his past, but the spell goes awry and now the man can see everything that has ever happened in the entire universe at once, able to recall everything with perfect accuracy. | "I know you're wondering why I called you here" The Warlock began. "I just wanted to discuss some complications with the spell. Please, do have some tea." he gestured whilst reaching to drink his own.
"Complications?" Marcus said with a grin, "complications are bad things Doc, this is a blessing. I can take any degre... | “I do not know who I am or my past. Please with the little information I have gathered from feelings and others I believe you can help me. Please I’ll give you any physical possession I own of your choice.” I stood there in the little cabin as the warlock sat there thinking for a moment. Then he went over to a mirror a... | |
[WP] We have made first contact and luckily the aliens already have universal translation tech. "Greetings Humans" says the ambassador, "we call ourselves elves, wait, no we don't. how do you already have a name for us?" | "Now engaging retrograde thrusters" stated Collins into the commlink.
I noted the reducing angular momentum immediately by the airier, less weighty feeling of my arm movements as I checked the engine rates on my interface panel. The display of the entire octagonal ship showed, with each thruster on external arms that ... | \[Poem\]
"How do you already have a name for us?"
Geeble Gobble, Geeble Gobble.
"When we say, 'How do you already have a name for us?', what we mean is, 'We call ourselves elves, and amongst your 6,500 spoken languages, how is it possible that one of them has a word which sounds just like our name, 'elves'? Me stup... |
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