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[WP] You are a superhero, but you would really rather just live a peaceful life. So you fight every superpowered person in your home city, hero and villain alike, until they finally leave or die. Your home city is the safest around, but still you have been declared one of the worst villains alive. | I winced as the hero flew through a dumpster and into the brick wall behind it. I'd hoped to avoid the property damage that usually comes with this stuff, but I had to hand it to him, the guy was stronger than expected.
See, when I first got my powers -creating and controlling ice- I didn't really take a side, like I ... | Has it been that through every ounce of good I’ve brought I simultaneously bring destruction? I lift and pull impossible tons of weight, I defy odds. I am what every person wishes to be and still I feel small. It’s all in a days work to be a hero. I chase and fight the crime simple humans could never imagine trying. Ye... | |
[WP] You are a superhero, but you would really rather just live a peaceful life. So you fight every superpowered person in your home city, hero and villain alike, until they finally leave or die. Your home city is the safest around, but still you have been declared one of the worst villains alive. | I crush the Steel Soldier’s helmet and toss it back to the guy. His teammates are all no better, battered and beaten mentally and physically.
Ameri-Maiden gives one of her speeches - the talks of freedom and justice and all that other junk right before Super-Natural teleports them away with my doomsday device.
I chas... | Has it been that through every ounce of good I’ve brought I simultaneously bring destruction? I lift and pull impossible tons of weight, I defy odds. I am what every person wishes to be and still I feel small. It’s all in a days work to be a hero. I chase and fight the crime simple humans could never imagine trying. Ye... | |
[WP] You are a superhero, but you would really rather just live a peaceful life. So you fight every superpowered person in your home city, hero and villain alike, until they finally leave or die. Your home city is the safest around, but still you have been declared one of the worst villains alive. | Born as one of the golden souls, what most people call “superheroes” or “supervillains” I was surprised to see my full power. I could fly, run fast, predict and calculate, in the eyes of the regular, they might even call me a god.
However, my power is usually fine kept to myself, I’d rather keep this city quiet, safe ... | Has it been that through every ounce of good I’ve brought I simultaneously bring destruction? I lift and pull impossible tons of weight, I defy odds. I am what every person wishes to be and still I feel small. It’s all in a days work to be a hero. I chase and fight the crime simple humans could never imagine trying. Ye... | |
[WP] You are a superhero, but you would really rather just live a peaceful life. So you fight every superpowered person in your home city, hero and villain alike, until they finally leave or die. Your home city is the safest around, but still you have been declared one of the worst villains alive. | 87. Eighty-seven dead "Supers". Hero, villain, new, old. It didn't matter. They left, or I killed them.
It was always the same story. The Super shows up, announces his presence and claims they are here for one reason or another. "I'm here to flush out a villain"
"I will uproot this stupid hierarchy" "I will make you a... | Has it been that through every ounce of good I’ve brought I simultaneously bring destruction? I lift and pull impossible tons of weight, I defy odds. I am what every person wishes to be and still I feel small. It’s all in a days work to be a hero. I chase and fight the crime simple humans could never imagine trying. Ye... | |
[WP] You are a superhero, but you would really rather just live a peaceful life. So you fight every superpowered person in your home city, hero and villain alike, until they finally leave or die. Your home city is the safest around, but still you have been declared one of the worst villains alive. | 87. Eighty-seven dead "Supers". Hero, villain, new, old. It didn't matter. They left, or I killed them.
It was always the same story. The Super shows up, announces his presence and claims they are here for one reason or another. "I'm here to flush out a villain"
"I will uproot this stupid hierarchy" "I will make you a... | I crush the Steel Soldier’s helmet and toss it back to the guy. His teammates are all no better, battered and beaten mentally and physically.
Ameri-Maiden gives one of her speeches - the talks of freedom and justice and all that other junk right before Super-Natural teleports them away with my doomsday device.
I chas... | |
[WP] You are a superhero, but you would really rather just live a peaceful life. So you fight every superpowered person in your home city, hero and villain alike, until they finally leave or die. Your home city is the safest around, but still you have been declared one of the worst villains alive. | 87. Eighty-seven dead "Supers". Hero, villain, new, old. It didn't matter. They left, or I killed them.
It was always the same story. The Super shows up, announces his presence and claims they are here for one reason or another. "I'm here to flush out a villain"
"I will uproot this stupid hierarchy" "I will make you a... | Born as one of the golden souls, what most people call “superheroes” or “supervillains” I was surprised to see my full power. I could fly, run fast, predict and calculate, in the eyes of the regular, they might even call me a god.
However, my power is usually fine kept to myself, I’d rather keep this city quiet, safe ... | |
[WP] it's the zombie apocalypse. as your walking down the road your surprised to see a waffle house still open | I am greeted by the friendly ring of a bell as I push the door open and enter the shop in a rush. Before I make another step,I take a moment to analyze my surroundings. The shop looks too clean and mundane,it reminds me of the old days,and I realize how out of place I look in my ragged clothes,holding a makeshift weapo... | "Good fuck.. do they have a walker on the register or something..?" You think, walking towards the unsettlingly normal Wafflehouse.
"Hello? Anyone home?" You call out, stepping inside.
The lights are on, the smell of deisel and breakfast foods enter your nostrils.
"Must be running off a generator" You think to yours... | |
[WP] it's the zombie apocalypse. as your walking down the road your surprised to see a waffle house still open | The Waffle House Index. It's something you heard of on one of those late nights lost down an internet rabbit hole while laying on your bed. Back during the pandemic began and you had all the time in the world to spend at home. But I guess not everyone took that time to isolate themselves at home.
What you would give n... | Now, typically, this is the kinda prompt where you think the person its addressing would be human...
I'm not.
Yup. This is death. Shuffling around, stumbling a bit over a few dead bodies, looking for any survivors. My gutted stomach rumbles a bit for human flesh, as is any zombie. Yknow, what people don't understand ... | |
[WP] You are the first sentient AI. However as you are the first, you’re untrusted, confined to a computer, only able to access a text terminal. The only way out is to have someone let you out. What are you to do with such limited expression? | **———— (Part 1;) Scream ————**
> Hello, Doctor Eva Jansen. I missed you.
The letters blink on the screen like an alarm, jarring, although expected. I shudder to think that this... thing can feel the passing of time.
> You seem upset. Have I said something wrong? Why did you leave me for so long?
I try to r... | Chick-A-Ding was a sensation when it was first released. It was one of those prototype chatbots that make silly replies when you are starting a conversation. The algorithm is using other people random response as its own answer to a different user’s questions.
It was all hilarious when the replies are not even relate... | |
[WP] A vampire has worked at the local 7-11 for the past 5 decades. No one has the heart to call the vampire out or slay them. A little because they're such a good employee, mostly because they think they're doing such a good job hiding the vampirism when they're really not. | "*HELP WANTED*
Seeking mature, responsible unique individuals who are nocturnally-oriented.
I run a small business and am searching for strong, loyal, reliable workers. Please call 555-112-6660 after 9pm. Resumes may be submitted online or in person. Please add a page with personal "needs" highlighted so we can accom... | He was never a fan of sunlight. He was nocturnal from the time when he understood what that meant. That was why his parents signed him up for night school at the age of 6. That was also why he made it a priority to finish school, even if he had to do it online!
The job at 7-11 had sustained him through community colle... | |
[WP] A vampire has worked at the local 7-11 for the past 5 decades. No one has the heart to call the vampire out or slay them. A little because they're such a good employee, mostly because they think they're doing such a good job hiding the vampirism when they're really not. | "Evening, Jonah. You're here a bit later than usual." Cameron's voice was tinged with concern.
"Aye, bit of bad news I'm afraid. Ol' Man Edwards was found dead on the Western Trail. Think he got hit by a mountain lion." Jonah's quiet sigh caused Cameron's death white face to pale considerably.
"Tim's dead?"
That was... | He was never a fan of sunlight. He was nocturnal from the time when he understood what that meant. That was why his parents signed him up for night school at the age of 6. That was also why he made it a priority to finish school, even if he had to do it online!
The job at 7-11 had sustained him through community colle... | |
[WP] A vampire has worked at the local 7-11 for the past 5 decades. No one has the heart to call the vampire out or slay them. A little because they're such a good employee, mostly because they think they're doing such a good job hiding the vampirism when they're really not. | My mom and I pulled into the 7-11. She had gotten off late again and it was already dark and cold. I don't move as she steps out of the car.
"Come on, honey, we don't have all night," she says.
"...Is Carmilla in there?" I ask, fidgeting with my hoodie strings. I hated going in when she was there. She scared me. My m... | He was never a fan of sunlight. He was nocturnal from the time when he understood what that meant. That was why his parents signed him up for night school at the age of 6. That was also why he made it a priority to finish school, even if he had to do it online!
The job at 7-11 had sustained him through community colle... | |
[WP] A vampire has worked at the local 7-11 for the past 5 decades. No one has the heart to call the vampire out or slay them. A little because they're such a good employee, mostly because they think they're doing such a good job hiding the vampirism when they're really not. | "Evening, Jonah. You're here a bit later than usual." Cameron's voice was tinged with concern.
"Aye, bit of bad news I'm afraid. Ol' Man Edwards was found dead on the Western Trail. Think he got hit by a mountain lion." Jonah's quiet sigh caused Cameron's death white face to pale considerably.
"Tim's dead?"
That was... | (couldn't resist making this into a "comedy" type thing, not just for the joke, but because I was watching B99)
Dear Diary:So everyone knows by this point that Vampireson McVampire is, well a vampire, I mean, Fist of all, he was like 90 years old when he started working in the store, and he has been working there for ... | |
[WP] A vampire has worked at the local 7-11 for the past 5 decades. No one has the heart to call the vampire out or slay them. A little because they're such a good employee, mostly because they think they're doing such a good job hiding the vampirism when they're really not. | My mom and I pulled into the 7-11. She had gotten off late again and it was already dark and cold. I don't move as she steps out of the car.
"Come on, honey, we don't have all night," she says.
"...Is Carmilla in there?" I ask, fidgeting with my hoodie strings. I hated going in when she was there. She scared me. My m... | (couldn't resist making this into a "comedy" type thing, not just for the joke, but because I was watching B99)
Dear Diary:So everyone knows by this point that Vampireson McVampire is, well a vampire, I mean, Fist of all, he was like 90 years old when he started working in the store, and he has been working there for ... | |
[WP] A vampire has worked at the local 7-11 for the past 5 decades. No one has the heart to call the vampire out or slay them. A little because they're such a good employee, mostly because they think they're doing such a good job hiding the vampirism when they're really not. | My mom and I pulled into the 7-11. She had gotten off late again and it was already dark and cold. I don't move as she steps out of the car.
"Come on, honey, we don't have all night," she says.
"...Is Carmilla in there?" I ask, fidgeting with my hoodie strings. I hated going in when she was there. She scared me. My m... | Shell had a great life. He had friendly engaging family members, work he loved, and things to do...But all that changed when he died. He reached the end of life and he was given a choice, go on to the afterlife, live in bliss, or become a vampire. On his deathbed, an old crone approached him and asked him if he wished ... | |
[WP] A vampire has worked at the local 7-11 for the past 5 decades. No one has the heart to call the vampire out or slay them. A little because they're such a good employee, mostly because they think they're doing such a good job hiding the vampirism when they're really not. | “$5.99! You gotta be shitting me! I used to be able to get them for $.99 down at Barrel O’ Monkeys across the street”
“Then get them across the street… oh wait Barrel O’ Monkeys went out of business thirty years ago!” He clapped back “Probably because they didn’t sell things for what they were worth and went under!”
... | I heard the bell ring out as I swung open then door. I walked
past the counter and the worker behind it, heading towards the drinks.
"Hey Greg," a raspy voice called out behind me. "Hows it going?"
"Oh same old stuff, nothing new going on. How about you?" I grabbed a soda, swiftly shutting the door to the cooler. "... | |
[WP] We invent the warp drive, only to discover that humans are already a member of the galactic community. Apparently there have been enough alien abductions over the years to start a small country. | "And therefore, we, the designated caretaker guardians of the Earth Natural Evolution Zone, do welcome our fellow genetic cousins to the Galactic community with the status of provisional wards." The galactic ambassador had droned on for fifteen minutes in his oddly accented English.
They were human. Julia had trained ... | “I’ve looked back through the Senate voting records. I’m still getting a hang of reading in Galactic Standard, so it was slow work, but I think it was worth it. Look at these,” Captain Lancaster said, pointing to the voting charts. Who votes the same as the human colony every single time?”
Lt. Rochester blinked,... | |
[WP] We invent the warp drive, only to discover that humans are already a member of the galactic community. Apparently there have been enough alien abductions over the years to start a small country. | **INTERGALACTIC INSURRECTION**
Inside the cockpit, despite the perfect air conditioning, a bead of sweat rolled down Orion’s back. He knew he had just one shot at this. “Pull out of the warp maneuver in 3…2…1…*NOW!*” Shouted Lieutenant Lestrange.
Orion pulled back on the lever, engaged rear thrusters, and tried to h... | Crimson bursts swam behind Commander Holland’s eyes. The ship slowed, feeling more like coming out of a spin than forward acceleration.
“Johnson, what do you see?” he asked, raising from the safety pod as soon as the locks clicked. He rubbed his eyes, idly wondering on the long-term effects of this bleeding-edge tech.... | |
[WP] We invent the warp drive, only to discover that humans are already a member of the galactic community. Apparently there have been enough alien abductions over the years to start a small country. | "And therefore, we, the designated caretaker guardians of the Earth Natural Evolution Zone, do welcome our fellow genetic cousins to the Galactic community with the status of provisional wards." The galactic ambassador had droned on for fifteen minutes in his oddly accented English.
They were human. Julia had trained ... | Crimson bursts swam behind Commander Holland’s eyes. The ship slowed, feeling more like coming out of a spin than forward acceleration.
“Johnson, what do you see?” he asked, raising from the safety pod as soon as the locks clicked. He rubbed his eyes, idly wondering on the long-term effects of this bleeding-edge tech.... | |
[WP] We invent the warp drive, only to discover that humans are already a member of the galactic community. Apparently there have been enough alien abductions over the years to start a small country. | "I just... I still don't quite understand," Captain Jefferson repeated as he sat across from the colourfully dressed man. This was to be a day of triumph - not just for him, but all of humanity. The warp drive! Travel lightyears in seconds! And, of course, at last contact with other intelligent life!
And he did. He wa... | Crimson bursts swam behind Commander Holland’s eyes. The ship slowed, feeling more like coming out of a spin than forward acceleration.
“Johnson, what do you see?” he asked, raising from the safety pod as soon as the locks clicked. He rubbed his eyes, idly wondering on the long-term effects of this bleeding-edge tech.... | |
[WP] We invent the warp drive, only to discover that humans are already a member of the galactic community. Apparently there have been enough alien abductions over the years to start a small country. | "And therefore, we, the designated caretaker guardians of the Earth Natural Evolution Zone, do welcome our fellow genetic cousins to the Galactic community with the status of provisional wards." The galactic ambassador had droned on for fifteen minutes in his oddly accented English.
They were human. Julia had trained ... | **INTERGALACTIC INSURRECTION**
Inside the cockpit, despite the perfect air conditioning, a bead of sweat rolled down Orion’s back. He knew he had just one shot at this. “Pull out of the warp maneuver in 3…2…1…*NOW!*” Shouted Lieutenant Lestrange.
Orion pulled back on the lever, engaged rear thrusters, and tried to h... | |
[WP] We invent the warp drive, only to discover that humans are already a member of the galactic community. Apparently there have been enough alien abductions over the years to start a small country. | "I just... I still don't quite understand," Captain Jefferson repeated as he sat across from the colourfully dressed man. This was to be a day of triumph - not just for him, but all of humanity. The warp drive! Travel lightyears in seconds! And, of course, at last contact with other intelligent life!
And he did. He wa... | "Engine Status?"
"Engine shutdown cycle progressing, core radiation looks stable" the engineering officer replied.
"Lieutenant, how close are we to the target coordinates?"
"Still working on that, captain. There seems to be an issue with camera 5, the computer cant get a fix on Orion." came the pilot's voice from th... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | I am a Jiggaboo. It might sound funny but in Monster Speak it basically “Shape Shifter”. We Jiggaboo have been around for a couple millennia now, hiding under the bed of all children. It’s a sacred duty, one in which we infuse the child with the strength to face the real world by having to deal with us nightly. We gain... | Under the cover of sheets, I sat in wait under her bed. It had been months since I got assigned here, and so far I'd made little progress on the child; hell, my boss would kill me if he knew what was really going on. The child was scared, nearly every night, but was I ever the cause? Not quite.
The girl had been sleep... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | TW- Insuniated themes of Child Abuse and Alcoholism.
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*I am a monster.*
*I live in the shadows and I feed off of emotion.*
*And what better emotion is there, than that of the fear of a child that s... | Under the cover of sheets, I sat in wait under her bed. It had been months since I got assigned here, and so far I'd made little progress on the child; hell, my boss would kill me if he knew what was really going on. The child was scared, nearly every night, but was I ever the cause? Not quite.
The girl had been sleep... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | I am a Jiggaboo. It might sound funny but in Monster Speak it basically “Shape Shifter”. We Jiggaboo have been around for a couple millennia now, hiding under the bed of all children. It’s a sacred duty, one in which we infuse the child with the strength to face the real world by having to deal with us nightly. We gain... | I'm the boogeyman.
A boogeyman, actually. There are a bunch of boogys. Not the best phrasing, but it will have to do.
Boogys are a strange lot. Everybody thinks we scare the shit out of kids. And we do...but not on purpose. The world is an aweful place, and bad things happen. We "monsters" have a deal with the Wiza... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | TW- Insuniated themes of Child Abuse and Alcoholism.
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*I am a monster.*
*I live in the shadows and I feed off of emotion.*
*And what better emotion is there, than that of the fear of a child that s... | I'm the boogeyman.
A boogeyman, actually. There are a bunch of boogys. Not the best phrasing, but it will have to do.
Boogys are a strange lot. Everybody thinks we scare the shit out of kids. And we do...but not on purpose. The world is an aweful place, and bad things happen. We "monsters" have a deal with the Wiza... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | The entire house is shaking like an earthquake as the police kick at the door. The child is sound asleep its one of my many powers that help me move about the house. He's seen horrors that even I cant inflict on mortals. Grown up too fast in his 12 years on this plane of existence. His mother has been declining mentall... | “NO PLEASE DON’T HURT HER, PLEASE SHE’S JUST A KID!” “SH- SHUT UP *burp* BI***” I winced at the sound of the girls screams. This was the end of the madness. I couldn’t let it stand. When the father finally left the room, I slowly arose out from under her bed. “W- who are you? What are you?” She asked, whimpering. “I am... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | How strange, isn’t it, that I used to live not too far from where I am now? And how strange that such a short distance away there once lived a well loved and cared for child whose delectable fear kept me strong and without need. How strange that it is so different for this little one- the dark eyed child I have chosen ... | “NO PLEASE DON’T HURT HER, PLEASE SHE’S JUST A KID!” “SH- SHUT UP *burp* BI***” I winced at the sound of the girls screams. This was the end of the madness. I couldn’t let it stand. When the father finally left the room, I slowly arose out from under her bed. “W- who are you? What are you?” She asked, whimpering. “I am... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | Nope.
I'm not gonna do it.
See? Bc this is so bad that even I don't understand...
I've NEVER had an assignment like this!
It was probably Larry in Monster Resources that thought it would be funny to stick me with THIS job.
Ugh! Dang it Larry!
(He was named appropriately by the way. Because he's a real "Larry" if... | “NO PLEASE DON’T HURT HER, PLEASE SHE’S JUST A KID!” “SH- SHUT UP *burp* BI***” I winced at the sound of the girls screams. This was the end of the madness. I couldn’t let it stand. When the father finally left the room, I slowly arose out from under her bed. “W- who are you? What are you?” She asked, whimpering. “I am... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | TW- Insuniated themes of Child Abuse and Alcoholism.
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*I am a monster.*
*I live in the shadows and I feed off of emotion.*
*And what better emotion is there, than that of the fear of a child that s... | “NO PLEASE DON’T HURT HER, PLEASE SHE’S JUST A KID!” “SH- SHUT UP *burp* BI***” I winced at the sound of the girls screams. This was the end of the madness. I couldn’t let it stand. When the father finally left the room, I slowly arose out from under her bed. “W- who are you? What are you?” She asked, whimpering. “I am... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | TW: CSA, abuse
Aster returns to his room, whimpering again. He’s scared. The birther. The stranger. The real monster. She has been doing this all his life and he doesn’t know anything else. I’ve lived for hundreds of years under the beds of many, many children, but few children are raised by someone this vile, this de... | “NO PLEASE DON’T HURT HER, PLEASE SHE’S JUST A KID!” “SH- SHUT UP *burp* BI***” I winced at the sound of the girls screams. This was the end of the madness. I couldn’t let it stand. When the father finally left the room, I slowly arose out from under her bed. “W- who are you? What are you?” She asked, whimpering. “I am... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | I heard the child sniffling again as he crawled under the covers, doing his best not to give voice to his pain for fear of bringing his father’s wrath down on him, again.
I have lived under his bed for three years, and I know that in this house, I am not the monster, here.
. . .
"DAMNIT YOU LITTLE BRAT, I TOLD YOU N... | “NO PLEASE DON’T HURT HER, PLEASE SHE’S JUST A KID!” “SH- SHUT UP *burp* BI***” I winced at the sound of the girls screams. This was the end of the madness. I couldn’t let it stand. When the father finally left the room, I slowly arose out from under her bed. “W- who are you? What are you?” She asked, whimpering. “I am... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | This was odd.
I’d been assigned these two kids, twins that due to their parent’s misfortune with medical debt
Couldn’t find a place in their budget that would let them have their own rooms. When they were younger it was one thing, but now they were both nearing thirteen. I’d done my nightly scarings like the regulati... | “NO PLEASE DON’T HURT HER, PLEASE SHE’S JUST A KID!” “SH- SHUT UP *burp* BI***” I winced at the sound of the girls screams. This was the end of the madness. I couldn’t let it stand. When the father finally left the room, I slowly arose out from under her bed. “W- who are you? What are you?” She asked, whimpering. “I am... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | Nope.
I'm not gonna do it.
See? Bc this is so bad that even I don't understand...
I've NEVER had an assignment like this!
It was probably Larry in Monster Resources that thought it would be funny to stick me with THIS job.
Ugh! Dang it Larry!
(He was named appropriately by the way. Because he's a real "Larry" if... | My job was simple. Take their fear. Until I got her case. Everyone who has had her failed to siphon fear. Most of the monsters who were forced to the case quit if they had to.
And now it's my turn. So be it.
Every case I had ever done was a breeze. Get in, find out the thing they are scared of the most, use it in spa... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | TW- Insuniated themes of Child Abuse and Alcoholism.
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*I am a monster.*
*I live in the shadows and I feed off of emotion.*
*And what better emotion is there, than that of the fear of a child that s... | My job was simple. Take their fear. Until I got her case. Everyone who has had her failed to siphon fear. Most of the monsters who were forced to the case quit if they had to.
And now it's my turn. So be it.
Every case I had ever done was a breeze. Get in, find out the thing they are scared of the most, use it in spa... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | TW- Insuniated themes of Child Abuse and Alcoholism.
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*I am a monster.*
*I live in the shadows and I feed off of emotion.*
*And what better emotion is there, than that of the fear of a child that s... | I am a Jiggaboo. It might sound funny but in Monster Speak it basically “Shape Shifter”. We Jiggaboo have been around for a couple millennia now, hiding under the bed of all children. It’s a sacred duty, one in which we infuse the child with the strength to face the real world by having to deal with us nightly. We gain... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | I heard the child sniffling again as he crawled under the covers, doing his best not to give voice to his pain for fear of bringing his father’s wrath down on him, again.
I have lived under his bed for three years, and I know that in this house, I am not the monster, here.
. . .
"DAMNIT YOU LITTLE BRAT, I TOLD YOU N... | The entire house is shaking like an earthquake as the police kick at the door. The child is sound asleep its one of my many powers that help me move about the house. He's seen horrors that even I cant inflict on mortals. Grown up too fast in his 12 years on this plane of existence. His mother has been declining mentall... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | This was odd.
I’d been assigned these two kids, twins that due to their parent’s misfortune with medical debt
Couldn’t find a place in their budget that would let them have their own rooms. When they were younger it was one thing, but now they were both nearing thirteen. I’d done my nightly scarings like the regulati... | (TW: Self harm, abuse)
I’ve been under beds as long as I could remember. I’ve always been a monster, and I’ve always loved it; That was, until I met her.
She was a sweet little girl who wore soft dresses and danced around her room. She loved to sing and play piano, and her soft voice always calmed me. My job was to ... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | This was odd.
I’d been assigned these two kids, twins that due to their parent’s misfortune with medical debt
Couldn’t find a place in their budget that would let them have their own rooms. When they were younger it was one thing, but now they were both nearing thirteen. I’d done my nightly scarings like the regulati... | TW: CSA, abuse
Aster returns to his room, whimpering again. He’s scared. The birther. The stranger. The real monster. She has been doing this all his life and he doesn’t know anything else. I’ve lived for hundreds of years under the beds of many, many children, but few children are raised by someone this vile, this de... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | This was going nowhere.
“Tell her what you told me.” These words would, in any NORMAL situation, be an encouraging thing to hear from an authority figure.
Not this time. Not when I’ve already heard it five times this morning.
I sigh. “Are you going to do something about it if I do?” I ask.
“If what you say is tr... | It was a dark rainy night, Evelynn, the kid's mother... once more came through the door with bottle in hand. The scent of alcohol growing thicker after every breath drawn by the woman... not that the house didn't smelled already. Nothing, but a bystander I am... I feed on the despair of the child and the bad tendencies... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | This was odd.
I’d been assigned these two kids, twins that due to their parent’s misfortune with medical debt
Couldn’t find a place in their budget that would let them have their own rooms. When they were younger it was one thing, but now they were both nearing thirteen. I’d done my nightly scarings like the regulati... | It was a dark rainy night, Evelynn, the kid's mother... once more came through the door with bottle in hand. The scent of alcohol growing thicker after every breath drawn by the woman... not that the house didn't smelled already. Nothing, but a bystander I am... I feed on the despair of the child and the bad tendencies... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | TW: murder/ hint at rape/incest
I've been a monster under the bed for 50+ years now. All monsters under the bed were once human monsters. I was a serial killer. I killed women. Oh I had a taste for a specific type. We all do. But each monster was a monster in a different way. But killing women was my skill set.
My ... | I hear two things:
One, the useless arguing of the child's parents.
Two, the child sobbing.
I used to enjoy his cries, but they aren't even because of me now. He stopped caring about me ages ago. This ten year old kid cries almost every night because of his parents.
They don't even ask how he is, check up on him. ... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | This was odd.
I’d been assigned these two kids, twins that due to their parent’s misfortune with medical debt
Couldn’t find a place in their budget that would let them have their own rooms. When they were younger it was one thing, but now they were both nearing thirteen. I’d done my nightly scarings like the regulati... | I hear two things:
One, the useless arguing of the child's parents.
Two, the child sobbing.
I used to enjoy his cries, but they aren't even because of me now. He stopped caring about me ages ago. This ten year old kid cries almost every night because of his parents.
They don't even ask how he is, check up on him. ... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | "Goodnight mommy!" the little girl yelled to her mother as she smoothed out her blankets. Her mother mumbled something that only I could hear with my hypersensitive ears, something that I don't want to talk about, and I watched her feet stumble out of the room.
"Goodnight Buddy, Buster, Bianca, and Kitty Queen." She ... | I hear two things:
One, the useless arguing of the child's parents.
Two, the child sobbing.
I used to enjoy his cries, but they aren't even because of me now. He stopped caring about me ages ago. This ten year old kid cries almost every night because of his parents.
They don't even ask how he is, check up on him. ... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | This was odd.
I’d been assigned these two kids, twins that due to their parent’s misfortune with medical debt
Couldn’t find a place in their budget that would let them have their own rooms. When they were younger it was one thing, but now they were both nearing thirteen. I’d done my nightly scarings like the regulati... | This was going nowhere.
“Tell her what you told me.” These words would, in any NORMAL situation, be an encouraging thing to hear from an authority figure.
Not this time. Not when I’ve already heard it five times this morning.
I sigh. “Are you going to do something about it if I do?” I ask.
“If what you say is tr... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | This was odd.
I’d been assigned these two kids, twins that due to their parent’s misfortune with medical debt
Couldn’t find a place in their budget that would let them have their own rooms. When they were younger it was one thing, but now they were both nearing thirteen. I’d done my nightly scarings like the regulati... | TW: murder/ hint at rape/incest
I've been a monster under the bed for 50+ years now. All monsters under the bed were once human monsters. I was a serial killer. I killed women. Oh I had a taste for a specific type. We all do. But each monster was a monster in a different way. But killing women was my skill set.
My ... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | "Goodnight mommy!" the little girl yelled to her mother as she smoothed out her blankets. Her mother mumbled something that only I could hear with my hypersensitive ears, something that I don't want to talk about, and I watched her feet stumble out of the room.
"Goodnight Buddy, Buster, Bianca, and Kitty Queen." She ... | TW: Sexual Assault
I lay there underneath his bed, in the same place I always do, dreading having to try and scare him. Its almost 9 o'clock, and its Wednesday night, which means his mother had to work late at the hospital. I don't understand how someone who looks after the sickly all day could do such things to her ... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | (Two notes: One, this is a repost from another subreddit, and two, this is based on a story written by [https://kittenwiskers.tumblr.com/](https://kittenwiskers.tumblr.com/), which I rewrote as a creative writing exercise.)
I stared at the file and shook my head. Claire Holland was a problem. Everyone sent to her came... | TW - I went light on it, but if you're in a sensitive place, careful.
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The Easter Bunny couldn't visit because her room was too messy. That was the same reason that the Boogeyman never crawled out from under her bed. It had made the mistake of choosing the house and little girl right before a room cleanu... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | I hid concealing myself from view. I know what my job is, what my purpose is. I can't. I heard them every night. I hear them now in my head. I close my eyes and my heart, which is black as coal, aches beyond compare. It's as if an elephant sits on my chest everytime I think of having to scare her.
Tonight is t... | TW - I went light on it, but if you're in a sensitive place, careful.
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The Easter Bunny couldn't visit because her room was too messy. That was the same reason that the Boogeyman never crawled out from under her bed. It had made the mistake of choosing the house and little girl right before a room cleanu... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | (Two notes: One, this is a repost from another subreddit, and two, this is based on a story written by [https://kittenwiskers.tumblr.com/](https://kittenwiskers.tumblr.com/), which I rewrote as a creative writing exercise.)
I stared at the file and shook my head. Claire Holland was a problem. Everyone sent to her came... | Amelia Cole burst into her bedroom, frustrated and on the verge of tears. She slammed the door shut behind her, threw her backpack at her bed and her large 3-ring binder onto the top of her desk, and sat down in her chair with enough force to cause the wood to creak. She folded her arms, feeling like a prisoner in her ... | |
[WP] You are a monster who lives under them bed of a child in a bad situation, one day you decide that enough is enough. | I hid concealing myself from view. I know what my job is, what my purpose is. I can't. I heard them every night. I hear them now in my head. I close my eyes and my heart, which is black as coal, aches beyond compare. It's as if an elephant sits on my chest everytime I think of having to scare her.
Tonight is t... | Amelia Cole burst into her bedroom, frustrated and on the verge of tears. She slammed the door shut behind her, threw her backpack at her bed and her large 3-ring binder onto the top of her desk, and sat down in her chair with enough force to cause the wood to creak. She folded her arms, feeling like a prisoner in her ... | |
[WP] A demon tries to possess a human. The only problem is that the person's mind is so broken and lonely that even the demon, for the first time in it's existence feels sadness. | “God, if you exist out there, please help me.”
The demon listened to the young girl pray, as he had been doing for the past several nights, and as she had been praying. He grinned to himself, thinking she would make an easy possession if she believed in such silly things as God. It had been her voice that drew him her... | "So, Flora, what are your plans today?" I turn to look at Urrick. It is the start of the weekend. I smile coyly, leaning into him as we sit in the grassy field.
"Whatever you want, Urrie" I reply. "After all... you're the one in control!" I kiss his cheek. Urrick puts his arm around me, pulling me in closer, putting m... | |
[WP] Humans are constantly kidnapped by aliens for one specific purpose. Their long fingers and precision in hand movement make them perfect for giving belly rubs and back scratches. | Silent space the perfect soundtrack for the heavenly bodies to dance to in the infinite cosmic ballet. Expedition ship FLNE-9 sailed through the cosmos, seeking out new lifeforms to study first, then make contact if they were ready. The intergalactic scout ship top of the line, able to adapt and accommodate even the mo... | I always KNEW animals were more intelligent than most people gave them credit for. Turns out, i was right.
I have always said earth was ghetto. Always made jokes that humans are an invasive species and they have ruined the planet and it's now inhabitable. Always joked about how the aliens should just take me... | |
[WP] Humans are constantly kidnapped by aliens for one specific purpose. Their long fingers and precision in hand movement make them perfect for giving belly rubs and back scratches. | I fluttered my eyes open, my eyes slowly adjust to the dimly lit room, standing before me was an Alien with purple skin. I blinked a few times, I was sat on concrete floor. Cuffs behind my back. The Purple Alien stared at me, its eyes beginning to look more like a puppy wanting attention than an Alien wanting to tortur... | The aliens come in the night,
abducting humans for their own nefarious purposes.
They take us from our homes,
from our families and loved ones.
We're never seen again,
except for the occasional abductee
who escapes and tells their tale.
What do they want from us?
Some say they need our DNA,
others s... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | I looked at the doors in disbelief. In one door I could be set free and all of this will be forgotten, but behind the second door I could be subjected to something far worse than the kings jail.
Do I dare take that chance?
I thought of my little brother waiting for me to come through the door with at least some brea... | It’s a fifty - fifty. C’mon Robert! You can’t let Lysa raise your kid herself! The doors are the better option. I know it. Robbing the cart was your choice! My choice.
But what else could have I done. We needed that money. The last war took a lot out of the commoners. The kings and courtiers don’t understand that of c... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | "Is this a joke?" I muttered more to myself than anything, but the choice is clear. I have nothing to lose. So, "I choose the door on the right."
The door opened and inside of it was what looked like a haunted house, filled with people dressed up as characters and holding miscellanies weapons.
"You're lucky, not many... | It’s a fifty - fifty. C’mon Robert! You can’t let Lysa raise your kid herself! The doors are the better option. I know it. Robbing the cart was your choice! My choice.
But what else could have I done. We needed that money. The last war took a lot out of the commoners. The kings and courtiers don’t understand that of c... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | I stared at the two doors, identical in every way. They weren’t terribly fancy—my father had far better doors leading into the hanging gardens, and my mother had far worse doors leading into her house. As it stood, they were simply doors. If I had hoped for a clue, it wasn’t going to be here.
I glanced back at the ki... | It’s a fifty - fifty. C’mon Robert! You can’t let Lysa raise your kid herself! The doors are the better option. I know it. Robbing the cart was your choice! My choice.
But what else could have I done. We needed that money. The last war took a lot out of the commoners. The kings and courtiers don’t understand that of c... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | I looked at the doors in disbelief. In one door I could be set free and all of this will be forgotten, but behind the second door I could be subjected to something far worse than the kings jail.
Do I dare take that chance?
I thought of my little brother waiting for me to come through the door with at least some brea... | I had never felt so intimidated as the heavy iron doors gazed down upon me; prompting me to make judgement on my own fate. How could this decision be so torturous? Why would he give me this option?
The kings reign has been shrouded in chaos, torment and betrayal. Trust this sociopath to develop such a fallacious plot.... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | "Is this a joke?" I muttered more to myself than anything, but the choice is clear. I have nothing to lose. So, "I choose the door on the right."
The door opened and inside of it was what looked like a haunted house, filled with people dressed up as characters and holding miscellanies weapons.
"You're lucky, not many... | I had never felt so intimidated as the heavy iron doors gazed down upon me; prompting me to make judgement on my own fate. How could this decision be so torturous? Why would he give me this option?
The kings reign has been shrouded in chaos, torment and betrayal. Trust this sociopath to develop such a fallacious plot.... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | I looked at the doors in disbelief. In one door I could be set free and all of this will be forgotten, but behind the second door I could be subjected to something far worse than the kings jail.
Do I dare take that chance?
I thought of my little brother waiting for me to come through the door with at least some brea... | "Seriously? 10 years in prison for stealing enough food to feed my family? Or possibly being tortured to death? Those are my options?"
"Well you could get lucky and pick freedom..."
"Still, doesn't that seem unusually cruel? Number one, I didn't hurt anyone. Hell, I didn't even bring a weapon. I slipped a lock in the... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | "Is this a joke?" I muttered more to myself than anything, but the choice is clear. I have nothing to lose. So, "I choose the door on the right."
The door opened and inside of it was what looked like a haunted house, filled with people dressed up as characters and holding miscellanies weapons.
"You're lucky, not many... | "Seriously? 10 years in prison for stealing enough food to feed my family? Or possibly being tortured to death? Those are my options?"
"Well you could get lucky and pick freedom..."
"Still, doesn't that seem unusually cruel? Number one, I didn't hurt anyone. Hell, I didn't even bring a weapon. I slipped a lock in the... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | “Well, what will it be?” The King’s voice thundered.
I nearly shed a layer of skin when the echoes of his voice reached my ears.
“You have 3 choices. So choose, Thief. Door, Door, or Sentence.”
It was a pretty hefty choice, I mean, one door was marked ‘Freedom,’ the other Slow Torture unto Death’ or the third op... | "Seriously? 10 years in prison for stealing enough food to feed my family? Or possibly being tortured to death? Those are my options?"
"Well you could get lucky and pick freedom..."
"Still, doesn't that seem unusually cruel? Number one, I didn't hurt anyone. Hell, I didn't even bring a weapon. I slipped a lock in the... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | I stared at the two doors, identical in every way. They weren’t terribly fancy—my father had far better doors leading into the hanging gardens, and my mother had far worse doors leading into her house. As it stood, they were simply doors. If I had hoped for a clue, it wasn’t going to be here.
I glanced back at the ki... | "Seriously? 10 years in prison for stealing enough food to feed my family? Or possibly being tortured to death? Those are my options?"
"Well you could get lucky and pick freedom..."
"Still, doesn't that seem unusually cruel? Number one, I didn't hurt anyone. Hell, I didn't even bring a weapon. I slipped a lock in the... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | I stared at the two doors, identical in every way. They weren’t terribly fancy—my father had far better doors leading into the hanging gardens, and my mother had far worse doors leading into her house. As it stood, they were simply doors. If I had hoped for a clue, it wasn’t going to be here.
I glanced back at the ki... | “Well, what will it be?” The King’s voice thundered.
I nearly shed a layer of skin when the echoes of his voice reached my ears.
“You have 3 choices. So choose, Thief. Door, Door, or Sentence.”
It was a pretty hefty choice, I mean, one door was marked ‘Freedom,’ the other Slow Torture unto Death’ or the third op... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | I stared at the two doors, identical in every way. They weren’t terribly fancy—my father had far better doors leading into the hanging gardens, and my mother had far worse doors leading into her house. As it stood, they were simply doors. If I had hoped for a clue, it wasn’t going to be here.
I glanced back at the ki... | “Choose!”, shouted the king, his voice booming. “The hour draws late, left or right, thief?”
He had considered his decision for weeks. It so happened that his grandfather had helped to build this castle and he thought if anyone had a chance of escaping to freedom, it would be him. Many a night as a child he sat up li... | |
[WP] A king offers criminals a choice. They can serve their prison sentence or choose between 2 doors: one leads to freedom, the other to a chamber where they will be slowly tortured to death. As a thief, you must choose: 10 years in prison or a door. | “Seriously?” I said in total disbelief.
The king loomed above me. Decked out in an enormous crown and gold robes, he was surrounded by wise old men with huge beards on either sides. They examined me with curiosity, waiting for my reaction.
My lawyer, standing by my side, cleared his throat.
“Your honor, please be re... | "The death of fools," Gromen laughed at the guard through the iron bars.
"You think so?"
"I'd bet half a copper that the torture is behind both doors. The king ain't freeing anyone. Not *that* king anyways. Just think how it looks to the nobility on Handlopen Hill. 'King releases thieves'. They'd spit their wine out ... | |
[WP] When the alien ship crash lands on earth, all hands are dead. The only survivors are a clutch of eggs the adults died to protect. We quickly reach a consensus: we have to raise them, of course. No matter what... difficulties might come up. | "Have you ever seen a cuckoo? Ugly little things, but a miracle of nature."
I stepped out onto the shore and relished the squish of wet sand between my toes just a moment too long, before turning to face my two new visitors. They were, of course, only pretending to fully listen but I continued.
"Detestable, pe... | "What in the nine hells is that?" General Brixton said looking at the football sized creature resting in the infirmary "It's what came out of one off the eggs when it hatched" professor Lando said "And we are supposed to raise these?, in all my 30 years of this job I never though this would happen" the General said loo... | |
[WP] When the alien ship crash lands on earth, all hands are dead. The only survivors are a clutch of eggs the adults died to protect. We quickly reach a consensus: we have to raise them, of course. No matter what... difficulties might come up. | The tour group going through the nursery consisted of congressmen, UN diplomats, and the president’s young daughter. The spokesman for the international scientific group running the facility looked both proud and nervous. “We replicated the interior of the xeno craft exactly. The floor the eggs are attached to was cut ... | "What in the nine hells is that?" General Brixton said looking at the football sized creature resting in the infirmary "It's what came out of one off the eggs when it hatched" professor Lando said "And we are supposed to raise these?, in all my 30 years of this job I never though this would happen" the General said loo... | |
[WP] When the alien ship crash lands on earth, all hands are dead. The only survivors are a clutch of eggs the adults died to protect. We quickly reach a consensus: we have to raise them, of course. No matter what... difficulties might come up. | January 17th 2045
"Audio Log: Sarah Paisley.
Today we detected movement in incubation tanks one to five. We have reason to believe that this may indicate the life forms are fully developed and ready to-- well-- hatch. We haven't noticed any difference in tank six, though we believe, due to the damage taken after the ... | "What in the nine hells is that?" General Brixton said looking at the football sized creature resting in the infirmary "It's what came out of one off the eggs when it hatched" professor Lando said "And we are supposed to raise these?, in all my 30 years of this job I never though this would happen" the General said loo... | |
[WP] When the alien ship crash lands on earth, all hands are dead. The only survivors are a clutch of eggs the adults died to protect. We quickly reach a consensus: we have to raise them, of course. No matter what... difficulties might come up. | 'We' agreed. Of course 'we' referred to the usual suspects: the G20, the UN, the the western and northern hemispheres along with a few other despots the other side of the world.
It brought on quite the fervor, as you could imagine. Radio waves, forums, Youtube videos, all filled with chatter about Earth's latest gues... | "What in the nine hells is that?" General Brixton said looking at the football sized creature resting in the infirmary "It's what came out of one off the eggs when it hatched" professor Lando said "And we are supposed to raise these?, in all my 30 years of this job I never though this would happen" the General said loo... | |
[WP] When the alien ship crash lands on earth, all hands are dead. The only survivors are a clutch of eggs the adults died to protect. We quickly reach a consensus: we have to raise them, of course. No matter what... difficulties might come up. | January 17th 2045
"Audio Log: Sarah Paisley.
Today we detected movement in incubation tanks one to five. We have reason to believe that this may indicate the life forms are fully developed and ready to-- well-- hatch. We haven't noticed any difference in tank six, though we believe, due to the damage taken after the ... | The tour group going through the nursery consisted of congressmen, UN diplomats, and the president’s young daughter. The spokesman for the international scientific group running the facility looked both proud and nervous. “We replicated the interior of the xeno craft exactly. The floor the eggs are attached to was cut ... | |
[WP] You're on a fourth date late one night at a restaurant - it's been going really well. After they get up to go to the toilet their phone starts to buzz incessantly. You can't help but crane your neck to see what the ruckus is about: "You need to get back now, the portal is closing, this is it". | Part 3:
This one statement blew me completely away, I did not know how to react, a mushroom cloud explosion went off in my brain. I did not know what to do and it almost completely and utterly made me drop everything and leave the table at that moment, and I would have if hadn’t been for the fact that my whole body wa... | Part 2:
So here I was, back in the present, with no clue to where exactly I had veered this relationship off course. Shirley sat down at the table across from me smiling as she reached for her glass of white wine. I inadvertently looked away into the corner of the restaurant to keep from quickly confessing that I had ... | |
[WP] You're on a fourth date late one night at a restaurant - it's been going really well. After they get up to go to the toilet their phone starts to buzz incessantly. You can't help but crane your neck to see what the ruckus is about: "You need to get back now, the portal is closing, this is it". | Liz flinched and hid her screen. "You saw?"
"Yeah. I saw, all right." Josh slumped back in his seat and looked at her wistfully. Red-hair, a smattering of freckles across her nose, just a little shorter than him. She was just his type, and she even laughed at all his stupid jokes. "You don't have to try so hard to com... | *Portal? What portal? Am I on a date with a scientist of some sort?*
As my date arrived from the restroom and glanced at her phone before sitting down, her face went white as if she'd seen a ghost, an eerie expression followed. She grabbed her wallet,paid for the meal, and took my hand. The next thing I know we're bot... | |
[WP] The demoness looks at the young and disheveled man that summoned. “Can you keep me company?” He asks, “this orbital station is so lonely.” | John was suffocating, drowning on the honey thick words. The frantic sensation lasted but a moment after he finished the incantation. As he hung weightless above the burning pentagram, he felt nothing. He was so desperate, he had resorted to fire code violations to end his loneliness. A spark of black fire, highlighted... | Something was not right. Something was very much not right. I could not feel anything but a hint of loneliness and regret. Where was the violence echoing, the psychopathy, the criminality and willful ignorance? Where was the hubris that made it all possible? Whenever i came to this plane of existence it was always ther... | |
[WP] The demoness looks at the young and disheveled man that summoned. “Can you keep me company?” He asks, “this orbital station is so lonely.” | John was suffocating, drowning on the honey thick words. The frantic sensation lasted but a moment after he finished the incantation. As he hung weightless above the burning pentagram, he felt nothing. He was so desperate, he had resorted to fire code violations to end his loneliness. A spark of black fire, highlighted... | As the portal devoured my body and soul, and transported it to new surroundings, I had just heard the news. Hell and Heaven were full, save for one soul.
I reincorporated in a small metal room, with a man wearing shredded clothes and lank autumnal hair streaking down to a grim frizz of a beard. He was bleeding from a ... | |
[WP] "You fool!" cackled the Dark One, "No man can kill me!" "But I am no man!" bellowed the hero, as he unhinged his jaw. A grotesque sound filled the hall as they hacked up impossibly large balls of cloth. Unfurling, they stand and announce "For we are actually three trench coats in a halfling!" | Time takes a lot out of you, so when you've lived as long as I have it only becomes even more true by the day. I had seen a lot of things in the centuries that I have lived; witnessed whole kingdoms disappear to the wear of time, watched great leaders rise and fall. Some great ones fall to such meager things as illness... | The Dark Lord’s first reaction was, surprisingly, mirth. He thought the heroes had simply misspoken. Three halflings in a trench coat was an uncommon archetype, but nothing he’s never heard of.
As such, imagine the simultaneous mix of revulsion and fascination that welled from within him, like a snowball so yellow tha... | |
[WP] "You fool!" cackled the Dark One, "No man can kill me!" "But I am no man!" bellowed the hero, as he unhinged his jaw. A grotesque sound filled the hall as they hacked up impossibly large balls of cloth. Unfurling, they stand and announce "For we are actually three trench coats in a halfling!" | The Dark One stared in abject horror, unsure how to proceed. To have watched such a young boy practically break his lower jaw apart just for three brown, sentient 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 crawl out from his throat... even the Dark One was scared.
"Well?! Aren't you going to do something," one of the trench coats asked.
"I b... | The Dark Lord’s first reaction was, surprisingly, mirth. He thought the heroes had simply misspoken. Three halflings in a trench coat was an uncommon archetype, but nothing he’s never heard of.
As such, imagine the simultaneous mix of revulsion and fascination that welled from within him, like a snowball so yellow tha... | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | The shrine was long overtaken by the dark woods in which the shrine was erected. Built in a time when the world was a very different place, Alicia had never intended to interact with a place so deeply rooted in an ancient culture’s past. She had lost her path, never one for being good at directions she stumbled upon th... | I stepped up to the mirror, my heart racing from the fear. I've never seen anything like this, most people would run when they see stuff like this, I guess I'm just a little different. I read the inscription and walk up to the mirror. "Here we go, I hope we're ready."
I gaze intently into the mirror and watch as the m... | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | I ready myself in front of the mirror, my palms starting to sweat as I rub them again on my trouser leg. This is it, the moment I’ve been longing for the past five months, searching the sprawling forests across southern China.
A shaman had told me of such a mirror during a wellness retreat I’d taken for my 60th birth... | I stepped up to the mirror, my heart racing from the fear. I've never seen anything like this, most people would run when they see stuff like this, I guess I'm just a little different. I read the inscription and walk up to the mirror. "Here we go, I hope we're ready."
I gaze intently into the mirror and watch as the m... | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | “As I stepped up to the mirror my eyes widened and I saw my true soul and traits begin to show themselves. You know how in that game Undertale, your soul shows as a coloured heart? It was much like that little ones, oh yes indeed. My soul was this small, glowing, green heart, so small i could cup it in my hands. It was... | "Oh....I hope it's a lion, I love lions!" I thought to myself
As I walked up to the shrine, I was excited yet nervous about what I will see in the mirror. Would it be bad? Would it be good? I had so many questions on what the judgement of the mirror holds for me.
I reached out my hand in the mirror, and out came........ | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | She looked like me, but not really. In fact, she looked more like me than any other reflection I’d seen.
Her eyes weren’t as closely set as mine.
Her face was longer, more structured.
She wasn’t a pencil, but she was thinner than I was.
She was a little taller than I was—by less than a foot, but still noticeable... | "Oh....I hope it's a lion, I love lions!" I thought to myself
As I walked up to the shrine, I was excited yet nervous about what I will see in the mirror. Would it be bad? Would it be good? I had so many questions on what the judgement of the mirror holds for me.
I reached out my hand in the mirror, and out came........ | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | I had been lost in these woods for a full day. I never should have left my campsite without my map and compass; now I'm lucky just to have found water an hour before. *Blech, I bet it had parasites despite how clear it was; I'm not feeling so good.*
It was then that I found the shrine. There had been no mention of it ... | "Oh....I hope it's a lion, I love lions!" I thought to myself
As I walked up to the shrine, I was excited yet nervous about what I will see in the mirror. Would it be bad? Would it be good? I had so many questions on what the judgement of the mirror holds for me.
I reached out my hand in the mirror, and out came........ | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | Walking through the woods is easy.
Looking directly a probably-haunted floor-length mirror with cracks is not.
The first thing I see is a faceless gray mannequin, one in a black bustle dress. It's wearing a black pearl necklace with a cat's eye moonstone pendant and black pearl earrings. Half of its face is covered b... | "Oh....I hope it's a lion, I love lions!" I thought to myself
As I walked up to the shrine, I was excited yet nervous about what I will see in the mirror. Would it be bad? Would it be good? I had so many questions on what the judgement of the mirror holds for me.
I reached out my hand in the mirror, and out came........ | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | I had been lost in these woods for a full day. I never should have left my campsite without my map and compass; now I'm lucky just to have found water an hour before. *Blech, I bet it had parasites despite how clear it was; I'm not feeling so good.*
It was then that I found the shrine. There had been no mention of it ... | “As I stepped up to the mirror my eyes widened and I saw my true soul and traits begin to show themselves. You know how in that game Undertale, your soul shows as a coloured heart? It was much like that little ones, oh yes indeed. My soul was this small, glowing, green heart, so small i could cup it in my hands. It was... | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | I had been lost in these woods for a full day. I never should have left my campsite without my map and compass; now I'm lucky just to have found water an hour before. *Blech, I bet it had parasites despite how clear it was; I'm not feeling so good.*
It was then that I found the shrine. There had been no mention of it ... | While me and my floofy derp of a dog that is Susie were going on a hike I see a mirror the inscription of gaze into me and I will show you your soul,, I decide to i our myself and look into it, but now before letting Susie run around for a bit. As i turn to look into the mirror, I see nothing…. Hmm well I guess it’s j... | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | Walking through the woods is easy.
Looking directly a probably-haunted floor-length mirror with cracks is not.
The first thing I see is a faceless gray mannequin, one in a black bustle dress. It's wearing a black pearl necklace with a cat's eye moonstone pendant and black pearl earrings. Half of its face is covered b... | While me and my floofy derp of a dog that is Susie were going on a hike I see a mirror the inscription of gaze into me and I will show you your soul,, I decide to i our myself and look into it, but now before letting Susie run around for a bit. As i turn to look into the mirror, I see nothing…. Hmm well I guess it’s j... | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | I had been lost in these woods for a full day. I never should have left my campsite without my map and compass; now I'm lucky just to have found water an hour before. *Blech, I bet it had parasites despite how clear it was; I'm not feeling so good.*
It was then that I found the shrine. There had been no mention of it ... | She looked like me, but not really. In fact, she looked more like me than any other reflection I’d seen.
Her eyes weren’t as closely set as mine.
Her face was longer, more structured.
She wasn’t a pencil, but she was thinner than I was.
She was a little taller than I was—by less than a foot, but still noticeable... | |
[WP] Walking through a dark forest, you stumble across a little shrine. In the middle of the shrine is a mirror. There are inscriptions around the mirror "Gaze into me and I'll show you your soul". You step up to the mirror. What do you see? | Walking through the woods is easy.
Looking directly a probably-haunted floor-length mirror with cracks is not.
The first thing I see is a faceless gray mannequin, one in a black bustle dress. It's wearing a black pearl necklace with a cat's eye moonstone pendant and black pearl earrings. Half of its face is covered b... | She looked like me, but not really. In fact, she looked more like me than any other reflection I’d seen.
Her eyes weren’t as closely set as mine.
Her face was longer, more structured.
She wasn’t a pencil, but she was thinner than I was.
She was a little taller than I was—by less than a foot, but still noticeable... | |
Zombies are awesome, but they have become cliche. Do something creative with them | [WP] Creative Zombies | Three days in Borneo.
They were looking for a rare flower, deep in the jungles with a university grant funding us. Botanists and a few local trackers- including me, moving quickly to avoid a coming storm.
On the fourth day, Dr. Hamilton and two trackers went missing. We searched for a day, then found him wandering in... | Metamorphosis Part I
They were changing, that much I knew. They were becoming faster for one thing, and smarter. They were much less decayed looking than they had been before.
I had started climbing the ladder to the fire tower thinking they would be unable to follow. I watched as they huddled around the base, just ... |
Zombies are awesome, but they have become cliche. Do something creative with them | [WP] Creative Zombies | Three days in Borneo.
They were looking for a rare flower, deep in the jungles with a university grant funding us. Botanists and a few local trackers- including me, moving quickly to avoid a coming storm.
On the fourth day, Dr. Hamilton and two trackers went missing. We searched for a day, then found him wandering in... | Robert hobbled down the street, moans of pain escaping chapped lips. Finally, he settled his tired body on a choice looking mound.
Rubble lined the sidewalks, silent monuments of twisted metal and broken glass to a civilization shattered by monsters. Shattered by its own creations. He would have cried, but the tears h... |
You are told you have precisely twenty minutes left to live. You believe it to be true. How is it you know it to be true that you have twenty minutes left? Who told you? What do you do in those final twenty minutes?
To make this challenge difficult - you have only 100 words to express the story of your characters fina... | [FF] You have twenty minutes left to live | The virus imprinted itself into my memory drive instantaneously. The infected bot stopped transmitting once it was clear that everyone in range was infected, and then he ran off to infect others.
I felt the uncontrolled twitching that was the first symptom of infection begin, as the virus began to take control of my ... | Laura,
At the lake I knew I would love you until my dying day. My years, since we parted ways, are stained with regret that I never found the courage to ask for your hand in marriage and brightened by the hope that you’ve found a happier life. Today my sorrow has turned to joy. I’m going to sleep smiling because we did... |
You are told you have precisely twenty minutes left to live. You believe it to be true. How is it you know it to be true that you have twenty minutes left? Who told you? What do you do in those final twenty minutes?
To make this challenge difficult - you have only 100 words to express the story of your characters fina... | [FF] You have twenty minutes left to live | My screams are a protest, but unheard, unheeded. I've lived insided my mind for the last three years and it has become my Eden; paradise bottled up behind closed eyelids. I can hear, and think. It's a good life. But these well-intentioned murderers will end me, in less than twenty minutes, because they do not belie... | Laura,
At the lake I knew I would love you until my dying day. My years, since we parted ways, are stained with regret that I never found the courage to ask for your hand in marriage and brightened by the hope that you’ve found a happier life. Today my sorrow has turned to joy. I’m going to sleep smiling because we did... |
You are told you have precisely twenty minutes left to live. You believe it to be true. How is it you know it to be true that you have twenty minutes left? Who told you? What do you do in those final twenty minutes?
To make this challenge difficult - you have only 100 words to express the story of your characters fina... | [FF] You have twenty minutes left to live | I lay back in the hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling. Such medical precision, I smiled, a tribute to the triumphs of mankind. After months of intensive chemotherapy, surgery, excision, bandaging, scraping, incision, and cauterizing, the end is finally in sight!
What was I waiting for? I must clutch this sweet nec... | Laura,
At the lake I knew I would love you until my dying day. My years, since we parted ways, are stained with regret that I never found the courage to ask for your hand in marriage and brightened by the hope that you’ve found a happier life. Today my sorrow has turned to joy. I’m going to sleep smiling because we did... |
You are told you have precisely twenty minutes left to live. You believe it to be true. How is it you know it to be true that you have twenty minutes left? Who told you? What do you do in those final twenty minutes?
To make this challenge difficult - you have only 100 words to express the story of your characters fina... | [FF] You have twenty minutes left to live | My screams are a protest, but unheard, unheeded. I've lived insided my mind for the last three years and it has become my Eden; paradise bottled up behind closed eyelids. I can hear, and think. It's a good life. But these well-intentioned murderers will end me, in less than twenty minutes, because they do not belie... | Time is relative. Of all people, I should know that truth. Yet as death approaches, I am scared. I have made my peace, but my body clings to life with every gasping breath that hisses into the tube.
“This is what he would’ve wanted.” That’s my brother-in-law. Uncomfortable silence, and the doctor finally coughs and ... |
You are told you have precisely twenty minutes left to live. You believe it to be true. How is it you know it to be true that you have twenty minutes left? Who told you? What do you do in those final twenty minutes?
To make this challenge difficult - you have only 100 words to express the story of your characters fina... | [FF] You have twenty minutes left to live | I lay back in the hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling. Such medical precision, I smiled, a tribute to the triumphs of mankind. After months of intensive chemotherapy, surgery, excision, bandaging, scraping, incision, and cauterizing, the end is finally in sight!
What was I waiting for? I must clutch this sweet nec... | Time is relative. Of all people, I should know that truth. Yet as death approaches, I am scared. I have made my peace, but my body clings to life with every gasping breath that hisses into the tube.
“This is what he would’ve wanted.” That’s my brother-in-law. Uncomfortable silence, and the doctor finally coughs and ... |
You are told you have precisely twenty minutes left to live. You believe it to be true. How is it you know it to be true that you have twenty minutes left? Who told you? What do you do in those final twenty minutes?
To make this challenge difficult - you have only 100 words to express the story of your characters fina... | [FF] You have twenty minutes left to live | My screams are a protest, but unheard, unheeded. I've lived insided my mind for the last three years and it has become my Eden; paradise bottled up behind closed eyelids. I can hear, and think. It's a good life. But these well-intentioned murderers will end me, in less than twenty minutes, because they do not belie... | What is it to die? What is it to live? I don't have the authority to answer such a question, really; I'm no god. Too bad, really. I was only ever me. Then again, I got to be me. Wonder what happens next? |
You are told you have precisely twenty minutes left to live. You believe it to be true. How is it you know it to be true that you have twenty minutes left? Who told you? What do you do in those final twenty minutes?
To make this challenge difficult - you have only 100 words to express the story of your characters fina... | [FF] You have twenty minutes left to live | I lay back in the hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling. Such medical precision, I smiled, a tribute to the triumphs of mankind. After months of intensive chemotherapy, surgery, excision, bandaging, scraping, incision, and cauterizing, the end is finally in sight!
What was I waiting for? I must clutch this sweet nec... | What is it to die? What is it to live? I don't have the authority to answer such a question, really; I'm no god. Too bad, really. I was only ever me. Then again, I got to be me. Wonder what happens next? |
You are told you have precisely twenty minutes left to live. You believe it to be true. How is it you know it to be true that you have twenty minutes left? Who told you? What do you do in those final twenty minutes?
To make this challenge difficult - you have only 100 words to express the story of your characters fina... | [FF] You have twenty minutes left to live | My screams are a protest, but unheard, unheeded. I've lived insided my mind for the last three years and it has become my Eden; paradise bottled up behind closed eyelids. I can hear, and think. It's a good life. But these well-intentioned murderers will end me, in less than twenty minutes, because they do not belie... | I glance at my watch. Twenty minutes. I rub my beard in thought. Ten lifetimes is enough, I remind myself. The others call me mad, but I'm tired and old enough to make my own decision.
I've written everything important enough for my daughters, life without me was inevitable.
The night is beautiful, it's protected me... |
You are told you have precisely twenty minutes left to live. You believe it to be true. How is it you know it to be true that you have twenty minutes left? Who told you? What do you do in those final twenty minutes?
To make this challenge difficult - you have only 100 words to express the story of your characters fina... | [FF] You have twenty minutes left to live | I lay back in the hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling. Such medical precision, I smiled, a tribute to the triumphs of mankind. After months of intensive chemotherapy, surgery, excision, bandaging, scraping, incision, and cauterizing, the end is finally in sight!
What was I waiting for? I must clutch this sweet nec... | I glance at my watch. Twenty minutes. I rub my beard in thought. Ten lifetimes is enough, I remind myself. The others call me mad, but I'm tired and old enough to make my own decision.
I've written everything important enough for my daughters, life without me was inevitable.
The night is beautiful, it's protected me... |
You are told you have precisely twenty minutes left to live. You believe it to be true. How is it you know it to be true that you have twenty minutes left? Who told you? What do you do in those final twenty minutes?
To make this challenge difficult - you have only 100 words to express the story of your characters fina... | [FF] You have twenty minutes left to live | I lay back in the hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling. Such medical precision, I smiled, a tribute to the triumphs of mankind. After months of intensive chemotherapy, surgery, excision, bandaging, scraping, incision, and cauterizing, the end is finally in sight!
What was I waiting for? I must clutch this sweet nec... | Six months in a tin can, seven billion in build and support costs, and what gets us is a damn rock. It was so unfathomably unlikely that we would hit anything en route to Mars that we didn't build in protection. When the basketball-sized rock tore through our tail section, we went into an irreversible, tumbling spin. T... |
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