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Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | I am a scholar.
I have spent many years at my studies. I am rightly regarded as the finest mind in my field. I have the rare privilege of effectively eternal life.
I am an executioner. I am the last—the rest have retired or been abolished long ago. Some are still living out their long lives, counting the days or tryi... | They brought me another child today. It's always the same conversation each time they do. Comments about how I lucky I am, how they could be worth 100 years, how no one would miss the little brats anyway, they all float around the room in murmurs and scoffs. The few who know the truth stand silently above us on the obs... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | I've always hated hospitals. The smell... I've smelt worse, but it felt caustic, washing through my nose and lungs. I hadn't needed to be in one for over 3,000 years, but this one smells the same as the last time.
Since taking a wife offered to me by President... Whatsisname. How jaded am I? Anyway, I took a wife, he... | They brought me another child today. It's always the same conversation each time they do. Comments about how I lucky I am, how they could be worth 100 years, how no one would miss the little brats anyway, they all float around the room in murmurs and scoffs. The few who know the truth stand silently above us on the obs... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | It's never occurred to me to write any fiction. Or anything creatively at all. I've followed this sub and think I'll start posting my stupid attempts... maybe they will improve :) anyways, here's mine:
"I find you guilty."
A moment of silence passes through the courtroom. All eyes, including the magistrates', are f... | ##*Yet Death May Come*
I am not the man I once was.
It's easy enough to say. I have a driver's license, a Social Security number, fingerprints in police records here and there. These past couple decades, *having* a footprint was less conspicuous than the opposite. It was an identity. So what. I'd had many over t... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | I've always hated hospitals. The smell... I've smelt worse, but it felt caustic, washing through my nose and lungs. I hadn't needed to be in one for over 3,000 years, but this one smells the same as the last time.
Since taking a wife offered to me by President... Whatsisname. How jaded am I? Anyway, I took a wife, he... | ##*Yet Death May Come*
I am not the man I once was.
It's easy enough to say. I have a driver's license, a Social Security number, fingerprints in police records here and there. These past couple decades, *having* a footprint was less conspicuous than the opposite. It was an identity. So what. I'd had many over t... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | "At least $16,000." The old man said.
"No, I won't go higher than $10,000." Richard Brooks said, his tone was intimidating.
Mr. Carter looked at me, his old, tired eyes were pleading.
"Mr. Brooks," I said to the businessman, "my client was diagnosed at only Stage 2. He will reasonably have anywhere between six to t... | ##*Yet Death May Come*
I am not the man I once was.
It's easy enough to say. I have a driver's license, a Social Security number, fingerprints in police records here and there. These past couple decades, *having* a footprint was less conspicuous than the opposite. It was an identity. So what. I'd had many over t... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth," lectured the preacher.
*And I'm the Angel of Death. Well.. I kinda am.. Only when I need to be.*
"and there was li-"
"There he is!" interrupted a man armed from head to toe as he breached the doors leading a squad full of men dressed in a similar fashion.... | ##*Yet Death May Come*
I am not the man I once was.
It's easy enough to say. I have a driver's license, a Social Security number, fingerprints in police records here and there. These past couple decades, *having* a footprint was less conspicuous than the opposite. It was an identity. So what. I'd had many over t... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | I saw his lips move as he was telling me the reasoning behind the task. I wasn't paying attention, my eyes wandered the oddly shaped office. Oh how the times have changed. There used to be many of us around the world, we've gone under many names, my favourite one was executioner although that time has since passed. I'v... | ##*Yet Death May Come*
I am not the man I once was.
It's easy enough to say. I have a driver's license, a Social Security number, fingerprints in police records here and there. These past couple decades, *having* a footprint was less conspicuous than the opposite. It was an identity. So what. I'd had many over t... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | I've always hated hospitals. The smell... I've smelt worse, but it felt caustic, washing through my nose and lungs. I hadn't needed to be in one for over 3,000 years, but this one smells the same as the last time.
Since taking a wife offered to me by President... Whatsisname. How jaded am I? Anyway, I took a wife, he... | "Frank J. Smith, serial killer, convicted for killing 3 families including 5 children under the age of 5," the judge read from his papers in his most official and matter-of-fact tone. I was excited. Serial killers were rare, but meant I didn't have to worry about anything for a long time. 5 kids under the age of 5 was ... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth," lectured the preacher.
*And I'm the Angel of Death. Well.. I kinda am.. Only when I need to be.*
"and there was li-"
"There he is!" interrupted a man armed from head to toe as he breached the doors leading a squad full of men dressed in a similar fashion.... | They call me the Crone, the Wizened One, the Reaper, and a thousand other names, in a thousand different tongues. I've heard them all already, in my infinite years of living. I've lost track of just how many names I've had. They say that the last sight anyone sees is the flash of my black robes, tatters and scraps blow... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | I saw his lips move as he was telling me the reasoning behind the task. I wasn't paying attention, my eyes wandered the oddly shaped office. Oh how the times have changed. There used to be many of us around the world, we've gone under many names, my favourite one was executioner although that time has since passed. I'v... | They call me the Crone, the Wizened One, the Reaper, and a thousand other names, in a thousand different tongues. I've heard them all already, in my infinite years of living. I've lost track of just how many names I've had. They say that the last sight anyone sees is the flash of my black robes, tatters and scraps blow... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth," lectured the preacher.
*And I'm the Angel of Death. Well.. I kinda am.. Only when I need to be.*
"and there was li-"
"There he is!" interrupted a man armed from head to toe as he breached the doors leading a squad full of men dressed in a similar fashion.... | "At least $16,000." The old man said.
"No, I won't go higher than $10,000." Richard Brooks said, his tone was intimidating.
Mr. Carter looked at me, his old, tired eyes were pleading.
"Mr. Brooks," I said to the businessman, "my client was diagnosed at only Stage 2. He will reasonably have anywhere between six to t... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | I saw his lips move as he was telling me the reasoning behind the task. I wasn't paying attention, my eyes wandered the oddly shaped office. Oh how the times have changed. There used to be many of us around the world, we've gone under many names, my favourite one was executioner although that time has since passed. I'v... | "At least $16,000." The old man said.
"No, I won't go higher than $10,000." Richard Brooks said, his tone was intimidating.
Mr. Carter looked at me, his old, tired eyes were pleading.
"Mr. Brooks," I said to the businessman, "my client was diagnosed at only Stage 2. He will reasonably have anywhere between six to t... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth," lectured the preacher.
*And I'm the Angel of Death. Well.. I kinda am.. Only when I need to be.*
"and there was li-"
"There he is!" interrupted a man armed from head to toe as he breached the doors leading a squad full of men dressed in a similar fashion.... | The king and queen lie dead on the floor of the throne room. A tall man in tactical gear stood over them with a 9mm in hand. Others were dead also: guards, concubines, and servants. The dark of the night blackened every window. Others garbed in night Ops darkened corridors and hallways. Those dressed in black held thei... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | I saw his lips move as he was telling me the reasoning behind the task. I wasn't paying attention, my eyes wandered the oddly shaped office. Oh how the times have changed. There used to be many of us around the world, we've gone under many names, my favourite one was executioner although that time has since passed. I'v... | The king and queen lie dead on the floor of the throne room. A tall man in tactical gear stood over them with a 9mm in hand. Others were dead also: guards, concubines, and servants. The dark of the night blackened every window. Others garbed in night Ops darkened corridors and hallways. Those dressed in black held thei... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | I saw his lips move as he was telling me the reasoning behind the task. I wasn't paying attention, my eyes wandered the oddly shaped office. Oh how the times have changed. There used to be many of us around the world, we've gone under many names, my favourite one was executioner although that time has since passed. I'v... | "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth," lectured the preacher.
*And I'm the Angel of Death. Well.. I kinda am.. Only when I need to be.*
"and there was li-"
"There he is!" interrupted a man armed from head to toe as he breached the doors leading a squad full of men dressed in a similar fashion.... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | The people ambulated about in the moonlit street. I gazed upon them from above, processing the late-night folk of the city. Tonight was like any other; I had my orders, and would carry them out to the letter. That's what I kept telling myself anyway. I have brought empires to their knees, served as the bodyguard of sco... | This wasn't the life I would have chosen to lead, but it's the one that was chosen for me. Some of you have probably heard of me, but for those that haven't know that I'm not a good person. My brother wasn't a good person either, but it seems I proved myself the worse man when I caved his skull in. That's a long ways b... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | It was a young girl this time. Pretty thing. She had fiery red hair. Couldn't be a day past fifteen.
"Julia!" A man cried out from the crowd, his voice a shattered scream. A pair of guards grappled his flailing limbs as he struggled in vain to reach his daughter.
"Papa! Save me!" The poor lass looked up and her blood... | This wasn't the life I would have chosen to lead, but it's the one that was chosen for me. Some of you have probably heard of me, but for those that haven't know that I'm not a good person. My brother wasn't a good person either, but it seems I proved myself the worse man when I caved his skull in. That's a long ways b... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | To all those reading this, whether this is your first read, or you're rereading, please know that I've created a subreddit specifically for this story. It has grown beyond what I could possible expect, and you can find it at /r/TheNamelessMan/!
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Emperor Xen So waved a wrinkled hand from the podium he stood behi... | This wasn't the life I would have chosen to lead, but it's the one that was chosen for me. Some of you have probably heard of me, but for those that haven't know that I'm not a good person. My brother wasn't a good person either, but it seems I proved myself the worse man when I caved his skull in. That's a long ways b... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | It was a young girl this time. Pretty thing. She had fiery red hair. Couldn't be a day past fifteen.
"Julia!" A man cried out from the crowd, his voice a shattered scream. A pair of guards grappled his flailing limbs as he struggled in vain to reach his daughter.
"Papa! Save me!" The poor lass looked up and her blood... | When I was a boy, my father told me of the executioners, the great immortal heroes of the past. He spun complex tales of intrigue and adventure, of the great deeds some performed, and of the decimation that others wrought upon the world. The battles for kingdoms that were waged, the men who trained for hundreds of year... |
Just seemed like an interesting concept. | [WP] In a world where killing someone means you gain the victim's lifespan, you are an executioner who has served great leaders for thousands of years. | To all those reading this, whether this is your first read, or you're rereading, please know that I've created a subreddit specifically for this story. It has grown beyond what I could possible expect, and you can find it at /r/TheNamelessMan/!
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Emperor Xen So waved a wrinkled hand from the podium he stood behi... | When I was a boy, my father told me of the executioners, the great immortal heroes of the past. He spun complex tales of intrigue and adventure, of the great deeds some performed, and of the decimation that others wrought upon the world. The battles for kingdoms that were waged, the men who trained for hundreds of year... |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | He wanted to hurt the kid. Not bad or anything, but just the look on his face was enough to make this timeless genie hate him and the parents that bore him. But what could he possibly do about a fucking door?
"I wish my bedroom door would stop creaking at night."
These words actually tumbled from the frumpy eleven y... | Title: The Wish
Genie: You have found me and thus I grant you 3 wishes. What is your first wish?
Little kid: Go away. That's my wish.
Genie: ...drat.
The end | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | Colour drained from the nearby antiques as the shop became enshrouded by the darkness that emanated from the gleaming lamp grasped tightly in the young child’s tiny hands.
Tony gazed, mouth agape, as a cyclone of sand burst forth from the lamp, majestic ruby in hue, it made a mockery of the feeble faerie lights whi... | Title: The Wish
Genie: You have found me and thus I grant you 3 wishes. What is your first wish?
Little kid: Go away. That's my wish.
Genie: ...drat.
The end | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | The little boy stood with regal humility in a frozen world. His neck craned back to look up at the strange figure who now silently contemplated what it wanted to do most. He had no fear of taking too much time in his musing. Neither time nor worldly things had meaning to one such as he. He merely was.
He wasn't bound ... | Title: The Wish
Genie: You have found me and thus I grant you 3 wishes. What is your first wish?
Little kid: Go away. That's my wish.
Genie: ...drat.
The end | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | The lamp clattered in the alleyway, still warm from the deathgrip of the princely figure who held it before.
A girl looked at the shiny thing, and then took it.
> CONTACT.
> New User, Temporary User 095455591.
> Activating Hologram Interface...
"Who holds the lamp? Who commands me, the great Djinn of this... | Title: The Wish
Genie: You have found me and thus I grant you 3 wishes. What is your first wish?
Little kid: Go away. That's my wish.
Genie: ...drat.
The end | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | I have three iron-clad rules. No making people fall in love, no bringing people back from the dead, no making people immortal. There are a whole host of *other* rules, ones that I've come up with after a millenea of existence. If forced, I'll contradict my personal rules, but the one rule that I never break, my one sec... | Title: The Wish
Genie: You have found me and thus I grant you 3 wishes. What is your first wish?
Little kid: Go away. That's my wish.
Genie: ...drat.
The end | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | "I want you to make the monsters go away."
I stared at the little girl. Her eyes were large, her clothing disheveled, as she sat upright in her bed.
Could I twist this wish?
"What monsters are you talking about?"
She lowered her eyes, murmuring something. I heard footsteps on the stairs- her father's, probably.
... | Title: The Wish
Genie: You have found me and thus I grant you 3 wishes. What is your first wish?
Little kid: Go away. That's my wish.
Genie: ...drat.
The end | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | Colour drained from the nearby antiques as the shop became enshrouded by the darkness that emanated from the gleaming lamp grasped tightly in the young child’s tiny hands.
Tony gazed, mouth agape, as a cyclone of sand burst forth from the lamp, majestic ruby in hue, it made a mockery of the feeble faerie lights whi... | "I want to see the northern lights." Very sickly as a boy Josh could not help but wish upon his greatest dream.
"That's it?" The Genie exclaimed loudly. *Not a shred of selfishness in this one, impossible.*
"I thought you're supposed to grant wishes, not question them..." Josh sulked.
*What wit, how charming.* Clear... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | I have three iron-clad rules. No making people fall in love, no bringing people back from the dead, no making people immortal. There are a whole host of *other* rules, ones that I've come up with after a millenea of existence. If forced, I'll contradict my personal rules, but the one rule that I never break, my one sec... | "I want to see the northern lights." Very sickly as a boy Josh could not help but wish upon his greatest dream.
"That's it?" The Genie exclaimed loudly. *Not a shred of selfishness in this one, impossible.*
"I thought you're supposed to grant wishes, not question them..." Josh sulked.
*What wit, how charming.* Clear... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | I have three iron-clad rules. No making people fall in love, no bringing people back from the dead, no making people immortal. There are a whole host of *other* rules, ones that I've come up with after a millenea of existence. If forced, I'll contradict my personal rules, but the one rule that I never break, my one sec... | He wanted to hurt the kid. Not bad or anything, but just the look on his face was enough to make this timeless genie hate him and the parents that bore him. But what could he possibly do about a fucking door?
"I wish my bedroom door would stop creaking at night."
These words actually tumbled from the frumpy eleven y... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | "I want you to make the monsters go away."
I stared at the little girl. Her eyes were large, her clothing disheveled, as she sat upright in her bed.
Could I twist this wish?
"What monsters are you talking about?"
She lowered her eyes, murmuring something. I heard footsteps on the stairs- her father's, probably.
... | He wanted to hurt the kid. Not bad or anything, but just the look on his face was enough to make this timeless genie hate him and the parents that bore him. But what could he possibly do about a fucking door?
"I wish my bedroom door would stop creaking at night."
These words actually tumbled from the frumpy eleven y... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | The lamp clattered in the alleyway, still warm from the deathgrip of the princely figure who held it before.
A girl looked at the shiny thing, and then took it.
> CONTACT.
> New User, Temporary User 095455591.
> Activating Hologram Interface...
"Who holds the lamp? Who commands me, the great Djinn of this... | A glow spread through the antique lamp, growing from a gentle and reassuring warmth to a blistering heat which forced Emily to release the light. The old and dusty piece clattered to the ground, and she quickly dove down to pick it back up.
After a hurried inspection to make sure it was still intact, she popped her h... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | I have three iron-clad rules. No making people fall in love, no bringing people back from the dead, no making people immortal. There are a whole host of *other* rules, ones that I've come up with after a millenea of existence. If forced, I'll contradict my personal rules, but the one rule that I never break, my one sec... | A glow spread through the antique lamp, growing from a gentle and reassuring warmth to a blistering heat which forced Emily to release the light. The old and dusty piece clattered to the ground, and she quickly dove down to pick it back up.
After a hurried inspection to make sure it was still intact, she popped her h... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | "I want you to make the monsters go away."
I stared at the little girl. Her eyes were large, her clothing disheveled, as she sat upright in her bed.
Could I twist this wish?
"What monsters are you talking about?"
She lowered her eyes, murmuring something. I heard footsteps on the stairs- her father's, probably.
... | A glow spread through the antique lamp, growing from a gentle and reassuring warmth to a blistering heat which forced Emily to release the light. The old and dusty piece clattered to the ground, and she quickly dove down to pick it back up.
After a hurried inspection to make sure it was still intact, she popped her h... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | "C'mon kid. Something more?"
The boy shook his head solemnly.
I looked around us, the filth, the squalor, the emaciated people lying on bunks around us. So hungry they didn't have the strength to stand.
Four thousand years of negotiating with the greedy, the saintly and the stupid doesn't prepare you for this.
H... | A glow spread through the antique lamp, growing from a gentle and reassuring warmth to a blistering heat which forced Emily to release the light. The old and dusty piece clattered to the ground, and she quickly dove down to pick it back up.
After a hurried inspection to make sure it was still intact, she popped her h... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | I have three iron-clad rules. No making people fall in love, no bringing people back from the dead, no making people immortal. There are a whole host of *other* rules, ones that I've come up with after a millenea of existence. If forced, I'll contradict my personal rules, but the one rule that I never break, my one sec... | The little boy stood with regal humility in a frozen world. His neck craned back to look up at the strange figure who now silently contemplated what it wanted to do most. He had no fear of taking too much time in his musing. Neither time nor worldly things had meaning to one such as he. He merely was.
He wasn't bound ... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | "I want you to make the monsters go away."
I stared at the little girl. Her eyes were large, her clothing disheveled, as she sat upright in her bed.
Could I twist this wish?
"What monsters are you talking about?"
She lowered her eyes, murmuring something. I heard footsteps on the stairs- her father's, probably.
... | The little boy stood with regal humility in a frozen world. His neck craned back to look up at the strange figure who now silently contemplated what it wanted to do most. He had no fear of taking too much time in his musing. Neither time nor worldly things had meaning to one such as he. He merely was.
He wasn't bound ... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | "I want you to make the monsters go away."
I stared at the little girl. Her eyes were large, her clothing disheveled, as she sat upright in her bed.
Could I twist this wish?
"What monsters are you talking about?"
She lowered her eyes, murmuring something. I heard footsteps on the stairs- her father's, probably.
... | The lamp clattered in the alleyway, still warm from the deathgrip of the princely figure who held it before.
A girl looked at the shiny thing, and then took it.
> CONTACT.
> New User, Temporary User 095455591.
> Activating Hologram Interface...
"Who holds the lamp? Who commands me, the great Djinn of this... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | As a part of another grand adventure, Sara makes her way to the attic. The light switch inside doesn't work and it's pitch black.
"Explorers always come prepared!"
She switches on her battery lantern and gets to work. Sara told her younger brother that their parents keep treasure in the attic, so now she must find so... | "I wish for the Nile!"
The familiar line in a timeless classic seemed like a well timed sprinkling of humor, if nothing else. The kids in the nursery were engrossed in the movie. Their eyes glittered, a bit like the materials they were playing with just a while ago. I smiled slightly before looking back at the televis... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | "C'mon kid. Something more?"
The boy shook his head solemnly.
I looked around us, the filth, the squalor, the emaciated people lying on bunks around us. So hungry they didn't have the strength to stand.
Four thousand years of negotiating with the greedy, the saintly and the stupid doesn't prepare you for this.
H... | "I wish for the Nile!"
The familiar line in a timeless classic seemed like a well timed sprinkling of humor, if nothing else. The kids in the nursery were engrossed in the movie. Their eyes glittered, a bit like the materials they were playing with just a while ago. I smiled slightly before looking back at the televis... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | "C'mon kid. Something more?"
The boy shook his head solemnly.
I looked around us, the filth, the squalor, the emaciated people lying on bunks around us. So hungry they didn't have the strength to stand.
Four thousand years of negotiating with the greedy, the saintly and the stupid doesn't prepare you for this.
H... | As a part of another grand adventure, Sara makes her way to the attic. The light switch inside doesn't work and it's pitch black.
"Explorers always come prepared!"
She switches on her battery lantern and gets to work. Sara told her younger brother that their parents keep treasure in the attic, so now she must find so... | |
[WP] A small kid finds a magic lamp and asks a very innocent, almost mundane wish. The genie ponders whether it can or even wants to twist and 'misunderstand' the request. | I am what you might consider the oldest being alive. The spirit of an Egyptian slave, trapped with dark sorcery within the confines of a lamp, I am forced to grant one wish to anyone who asks it of me. You just have to rub my lamp...
It's really fucking demeaning. I mean, come on. Rub a lamp, get whatever the hell you... | After the rubbing, a burst of light, and a dark voice.
"You now have one wish, Timmy!"
"Oh! Who are you? How did you know my name?"
"Don't be scared. Don't cry. I work in this magic lamp and you now get one wish. Make it count!"
"Mooooommmmmyyy!!"
"You are frozen in this light bubble until you make a wish. Do ... | |
[WP] You've just died. You wake up and realize you are now a character in a video game you spent a lot of time playing while you were alive. | It was a while before I could see anything apart from blinding white. The walls, the floor, all made of a sterile white material that seemed somehow familiar.
I wondered whether this was heaven - perhaps I would soon see my sister and parents! But as my vision cleared it seemed more like a hospital.
Slowly, I noticed... | It's painful.
I mean, You don't get shot out of nowhere everyday, you know?
And then there was this skeleton horses and bizzare-smelling giants and ghouls around me.
I held my supposedly bleeding head, only to find a long, white hair.
"What' wrong, my King?" I looked at the sword on my waist, and cursed. Dangling t... | |
[WP] You've just died. You wake up and realize you are now a character in a video game you spent a lot of time playing while you were alive. | The darkness finally subsides and I see a light at a great distance ahead. I try to move towards it but can't. The light is getting closer. It's as if I'm being pulled in to it. More darkness. I feel my hands, legs, my body. I manage to rub my eyes. I open them and I'm suddenly no longer behind the wheel. The truck spe... | The pain is subsiding, but it is replaced in slow increments by two somethings far worse, the stench of decay and the feeling of hard metal beneath my cheek.
Where is the asphalt? The sounds of traffic? Why does everything smell like old rebar baking in the sun? I slowly open my eyes, blinking in the harsh light po... | |
[WP] You've just died. You wake up and realize you are now a character in a video game you spent a lot of time playing while you were alive. | Falling. Stop.
It's like being in a downgoing elevator that stops every half floor. Except there's no elevator. Or floor.
Instead, there are walls. Solid brick walls that stretch up towards the void above.
Falling. Stop.
Is it a street under me? Or am I in a warehouse? What are those cubes?
Falling. Stop.
Without... | The last thing I remembered was being swept up into a tornado, and a sharp pain in the back of my head.
I woke up kneeling, gazing out of a window with decorative metal reinforcement lining it, in the shape of a flower I vaguely recognized. The enormous vista of space greeted me, a shattered moon with golden structure... | |
[WP] You've just died. You wake up and realize you are now a character in a video game you spent a lot of time playing while you were alive. | It all went black. There was nothing.
When all of a sudden your eyes crack open.
Your eyes are blurry from the long sleep, your muscles fatigued - but somehow stronger.
Orange lines seem to float in the air and your vision is seemingly marred by some electronic visor.
You wriggle your fingers and toes, there is so... | The last thing I remembered was being swept up into a tornado, and a sharp pain in the back of my head.
I woke up kneeling, gazing out of a window with decorative metal reinforcement lining it, in the shape of a flower I vaguely recognized. The enormous vista of space greeted me, a shattered moon with golden structure... | |
[WP] A couple brings a baby into a motel room. The baby isn't theirs. | "Don't look at me, I didn't bring him in here." Said Martha, leaning over the nightstand to collect her earrings from the night before. They were embedded point down into the carpet, left that way as Jim carried her into the motel, sweeping her off her feet and into the scratchy bed. They hadn't even stopped to remo... | It all started when my wife, Janet, wanted a kid. I was ecstatic and thought, 'Finally, I get to be a dad and get my kid interesting in Pokemon and D&D.' So, anyway, we tried for 2 years, doing everything we could. IVF, copious amounts of sex :), hormone treatments, voodoo, psychics, everything. We decided to final... | |
[WP] A couple brings a baby into a motel room. The baby isn't theirs. | "Don't look at me, I didn't bring him in here." Said Martha, leaning over the nightstand to collect her earrings from the night before. They were embedded point down into the carpet, left that way as Jim carried her into the motel, sweeping her off her feet and into the scratchy bed. They hadn't even stopped to remo... | “I know..I KNOW!” Shelagh shouted, a cigarette dangling from her lips, the ash falling haphazardly on the carpet. Patrick with his smart suit was sitting on the bed wringing his hat. “Where did the baby come from, Shelagh, I won’t ask again,” his tone was firm and it startled the contented baby into a fit of wails.
“O... | |
[WP] You are a police sketch artist by day, and expert serial killer by night. But, last night, you made a mistake and left a witness. This morning you are called to the scene of the crime to sketch the person the witness saw. | Thursday started off the same as it always does. Wake up at 8 am to sound of the neighborhood school bus sputtering past the front of my house, then morning coffee after a quick splash of water to the face to jolt myself to consciousness. I used to shower in the morning when I was younger, but these days I prefer to sh... | I don't know what I had expected. I mean, leave a witness, show up the next day and try to pass yourself off as someone else. At first it wasn't going so bad, though. But when we got around to the finer details of facial structure, her gaze became elongated and the eyebrows started to furrow ever so slightly. I really ... | |
Based on a dream I had last night. | [WP] A man awakens without any memory, completely alone, on a hot sunny day on the deck of a mid-sized sloop in the middle of an ocean. On his wrist he sees a simple tattoo bearing the text "REMEMBER: 3112." | In the shadow of a dream I remembered the letter.
It had been sent to me from the past, having stayed abandoned in a post office box, the 'RETURN TO SENDER' still faintly stamped across the front. It had been forgotten until two weeks before I set sail, delivered hastily in the night by a panting and red sixteen-year ... | Harry awoke with a start and immediately felt the wave of confusion one might expect from a strange set of circumstances such as his. Scrambling to his feet amidst the slippery deck, Harry looked around for anything he could recognize, only to realize he couldn't recall anything to look for. A new wave of emotion rolle... |
Based on a dream I had last night. | [WP] A man awakens without any memory, completely alone, on a hot sunny day on the deck of a mid-sized sloop in the middle of an ocean. On his wrist he sees a simple tattoo bearing the text "REMEMBER: 3112." | A set of gulls perched on the mast cried out incessantly. Each call made my head pound in protest, and I gave a primal roar, hoping to frighten the pests away. It didn't work; instead, more seagulls seemed to join them.
I slowly became aware of the bright sun beating down on me, and the uncomfortable wooden surface b... | Harry awoke with a start and immediately felt the wave of confusion one might expect from a strange set of circumstances such as his. Scrambling to his feet amidst the slippery deck, Harry looked around for anything he could recognize, only to realize he couldn't recall anything to look for. A new wave of emotion rolle... |
[WP] At magic school graduation everyone's familiar for life is introduced to them. Tigers, snakes, and even foxes. When it is your turn your magic summons moth. | The graduates all stood in a line on the grassy field. We were all wearing our best robes. The sun shone high in the sky. Some of us were nervous, though they tried to hide it to the best of their abilities. Others were merely trying to hold back their excitement. What would happen today would impact the rest of our li... | "it's...a moth."
"A moth!"
"The devil's butterfly!"
"Oh forgive me oh great one for I did not know it was you."
"Wait what. You just asked me what my summon was."
"Do you not know the significance of a moth summon oh great one?"
"Its just a moth right. I mean a black panther like yours would have been so much bet... | |
[WP] The serum for immortality never moved past the animal testing phase. You have just inheritted the family pet and they're over 200 years old. | The first thing anyone notices about Hamford is the smell. They do not expect the smell. I had thought, as a child, that the smell came from my grandfather, because, as most people know, senior citizens are our nation's third leading producer of strange, mildly upsetting aromas, directly behind Arby's and that spot bel... | *I never wanted a brilliant mind.*
Running away from home, I felt the November rain soaking the soles of my boots and remembered my father’s words. Looking back one more time at the colossal mansion that stared blankly back at me, the drive for freedom led me to continue my journey through stems and trees with blacken... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | Sara had gone first. *No fair,* Lilian thought. Sara always got to go first. But this time, Lilian got to go second! The gate was very beautiful, she thought as she moved next to someone who called himself an angel, or something.
"Name, please." He spared a glance at her. "Lilian, and I like ponies! They're my favorit... | The year is 2989. It was six of us. We were on a mission to save the human race. The planet earth is no longer sustainable for us humans.
We were on a spaceship. I don't have a name anymore, and it really does not matter. I'll explain why it doesn't matter later.
I remember being on that spaceship. The six of us we... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | **PART I**
It was new house, brightly painted, with a white picket fence. The back yard was a little on the smallish side, and with all of the new housing having only four different shapes it lacked perhaps a little in individuality, but it was still the American dream.
"Oh dear Lord, Johnny, it's perfect!" came the... | The year is 2989. It was six of us. We were on a mission to save the human race. The planet earth is no longer sustainable for us humans.
We were on a spaceship. I don't have a name anymore, and it really does not matter. I'll explain why it doesn't matter later.
I remember being on that spaceship. The six of us we... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | **PART I**
It was new house, brightly painted, with a white picket fence. The back yard was a little on the smallish side, and with all of the new housing having only four different shapes it lacked perhaps a little in individuality, but it was still the American dream.
"Oh dear Lord, Johnny, it's perfect!" came the... | The tiny bunny named Marvin hopped happily through the forest brush. His little whiskers twitched as his tiny pink nose caught a scent of something strange, something new. He shrugged his furry shoulders and hopped over to his friend Barry the Badger's home.
Knock, knock, Marvin's tiny paw knocked on Barry's door.... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | It was almost time. The full moon was at it's highest point in the night sky, and the warm Summer night breeze wafted softly through the willows.
The gentlemen had formed a line directly across the pond from each of their fair lady counterparts. To gaze upon them was as if to walk down a beautiful candle-lit castle ha... | The tiny bunny named Marvin hopped happily through the forest brush. His little whiskers twitched as his tiny pink nose caught a scent of something strange, something new. He shrugged his furry shoulders and hopped over to his friend Barry the Badger's home.
Knock, knock, Marvin's tiny paw knocked on Barry's door.... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | It was just Sara and I right now. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Only the silent beeping of the heart machines interrupted the silence of the night. I'm used to those now. They don't keep me up anymore. Instead, I spent the last hour near Sara just reminiscing on all the memories we made. Oh what good ol' days!... | The tiny bunny named Marvin hopped happily through the forest brush. His little whiskers twitched as his tiny pink nose caught a scent of something strange, something new. He shrugged his furry shoulders and hopped over to his friend Barry the Badger's home.
Knock, knock, Marvin's tiny paw knocked on Barry's door.... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | “… and then I said, that’s no bulldog, THAT’S MY WIFE!”
The guests in the cramped living room erupted in laughter.
“Jesus, Frank…” Frank’s wife muttered.
“Oh it’s just a joke, honey.” Frank replied, “Oh I have one for you Charlie.”
The host cautiously entered the room carrying a tray of tea as the gracious guests e... | The tiny bunny named Marvin hopped happily through the forest brush. His little whiskers twitched as his tiny pink nose caught a scent of something strange, something new. He shrugged his furry shoulders and hopped over to his friend Barry the Badger's home.
Knock, knock, Marvin's tiny paw knocked on Barry's door.... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | **PART I**
It was new house, brightly painted, with a white picket fence. The back yard was a little on the smallish side, and with all of the new housing having only four different shapes it lacked perhaps a little in individuality, but it was still the American dream.
"Oh dear Lord, Johnny, it's perfect!" came the... | Sara had gone first. *No fair,* Lilian thought. Sara always got to go first. But this time, Lilian got to go second! The gate was very beautiful, she thought as she moved next to someone who called himself an angel, or something.
"Name, please." He spared a glance at her. "Lilian, and I like ponies! They're my favorit... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | It was almost time. The full moon was at it's highest point in the night sky, and the warm Summer night breeze wafted softly through the willows.
The gentlemen had formed a line directly across the pond from each of their fair lady counterparts. To gaze upon them was as if to walk down a beautiful candle-lit castle ha... | A hush fell over the ballroom - a heavy, permeating silence that seemed to linger like fog in the air. The crowd of 30 stood at attention, their stiff formal wear pointed toward the large stage set at the center of the room. Tinny music gave way to a graduating crescendo of Beethoven's 5th, followed by the entrance of ... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | It was just Sara and I right now. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Only the silent beeping of the heart machines interrupted the silence of the night. I'm used to those now. They don't keep me up anymore. Instead, I spent the last hour near Sara just reminiscing on all the memories we made. Oh what good ol' days!... | A hush fell over the ballroom - a heavy, permeating silence that seemed to linger like fog in the air. The crowd of 30 stood at attention, their stiff formal wear pointed toward the large stage set at the center of the room. Tinny music gave way to a graduating crescendo of Beethoven's 5th, followed by the entrance of ... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | “… and then I said, that’s no bulldog, THAT’S MY WIFE!”
The guests in the cramped living room erupted in laughter.
“Jesus, Frank…” Frank’s wife muttered.
“Oh it’s just a joke, honey.” Frank replied, “Oh I have one for you Charlie.”
The host cautiously entered the room carrying a tray of tea as the gracious guests e... | A hush fell over the ballroom - a heavy, permeating silence that seemed to linger like fog in the air. The crowd of 30 stood at attention, their stiff formal wear pointed toward the large stage set at the center of the room. Tinny music gave way to a graduating crescendo of Beethoven's 5th, followed by the entrance of ... | |
[WP] Write a light, happy story in which everyone dies. | “… and then I said, that’s no bulldog, THAT’S MY WIFE!”
The guests in the cramped living room erupted in laughter.
“Jesus, Frank…” Frank’s wife muttered.
“Oh it’s just a joke, honey.” Frank replied, “Oh I have one for you Charlie.”
The host cautiously entered the room carrying a tray of tea as the gracious guests e... | It was just Sara and I right now. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Only the silent beeping of the heart machines interrupted the silence of the night. I'm used to those now. They don't keep me up anymore. Instead, I spent the last hour near Sara just reminiscing on all the memories we made. Oh what good ol' days!... | |
[WP] You are a supervillain with no superpowers, but all the other villains fear and respect you. | “Get her out of here.” The voice came from the far end of the table.
“Excuse me?” I looked up, my eyebrow furrowing slightly as I tried to pinpoint who exactly had spoken out of turn. Several of the others in the group quickly averted their gaze, while yet others had blank looks on their faces, clearly unaware of the ... | I wasn't always a supervillain. It was when I was twelve that I became a supervillain, respected and feared by other villains. And for what reason? Let me tell you...
I was formerly the child of two big heroes who were powerful and strong and all that. The villains came together, though they usually fought, just to de... | |
[WP] You are only able to speak 1000 words over your entire life. No one else knows about your condition. You've rationed carefully for many years, but today ridiculous circumstance has forced you to use more than half of your remaining words. | I've led a rather quiet life. That tends to happen when a doctor tells your mom that you have a rare disease that destroys your vocal cords with every word you utter. The doctor estimated I could get about 1000 words out in my lifetime before I couldn't talk anymore. I didn't really care. I was used to it.
Most of th... | "Sir. Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"........................."
"Sir, I asked you a question"
"..................yes....."
"Okay, so you know why I pulled you over?"
".........I guess........"
"Your left head light is broken"
"..........................."
"Sir, is there a problem? Or you just having fun w... | |
[WP]A terrorist cell plans to break into a major manufacturing plant to blow it up. Their target: The Wonka Chocolate Factory. | We'd been watching them for months. Every phone call they made, every journey they took and every meeting they held - all observed, logged and analysed.
*I flick the ash from my cigarette.*
It had not been difficult to get on their trail. A higher-up of the self-titled 'Diabetic State' had demonstrated the organisati... | oompa loompa doompeedee doo
i've got a perfect puzzle for you
oompa loompa doompeedee dee
if you are wise you'll listen to me
what do you get when you blow up our plant?
using your bombs and your allah akbar chant?
what do do when come after you?
cut off your dicks and make you eat your own poo?
| |
[WP] You are your best friend both run highly successful companies. To fight the boredom of the eight hours you pretend to work, you’ve both hired corporate spies to steal “classified information” from the other. You may have lost the last several games, but you have a good feeling about this one. | I sat behind my desk waiting for word from my agent. It began as a game, but now things were serious.
It had started when, out of boredom, I had hired a private investigator to find out Heinrich's password. I used it to get into his systems and leave little notes for him all over company files.
If had he not seen th... | I stared out the window expectantly at the black car circling the parking lot below. Cursing after its eight lap around the place, I pulled out my phone to call my secretary.
“Melissa,” I yelled into the phone. “Get Jensen up here this very instant. If I see him making one more round, I swear I’m going to lose it.”
A... | |
[WP] You are your best friend both run highly successful companies. To fight the boredom of the eight hours you pretend to work, you’ve both hired corporate spies to steal “classified information” from the other. You may have lost the last several games, but you have a good feeling about this one. | It's a pretty simple game. It started out as kind of a joke between Sohil and I, from back when we were both in business school. We learned about corporate espionage in class, and I leaned over and whispered that I was going to steal all of his secrets; he replied: "not if I steal yours first."
Fast forward twenty yea... | I stared out the window expectantly at the black car circling the parking lot below. Cursing after its eight lap around the place, I pulled out my phone to call my secretary.
“Melissa,” I yelled into the phone. “Get Jensen up here this very instant. If I see him making one more round, I swear I’m going to lose it.”
A... | |
[WP] You are your best friend both run highly successful companies. To fight the boredom of the eight hours you pretend to work, you’ve both hired corporate spies to steal “classified information” from the other. You may have lost the last several games, but you have a good feeling about this one. | It's a pretty simple game. It started out as kind of a joke between Sohil and I, from back when we were both in business school. We learned about corporate espionage in class, and I leaned over and whispered that I was going to steal all of his secrets; he replied: "not if I steal yours first."
Fast forward twenty yea... | I sat behind my desk waiting for word from my agent. It began as a game, but now things were serious.
It had started when, out of boredom, I had hired a private investigator to find out Heinrich's password. I used it to get into his systems and leave little notes for him all over company files.
If had he not seen th... | |
[WP] You are your best friend both run highly successful companies. To fight the boredom of the eight hours you pretend to work, you’ve both hired corporate spies to steal “classified information” from the other. You may have lost the last several games, but you have a good feeling about this one. | It's a pretty simple game. It started out as kind of a joke between Sohil and I, from back when we were both in business school. We learned about corporate espionage in class, and I leaned over and whispered that I was going to steal all of his secrets; he replied: "not if I steal yours first."
Fast forward twenty yea... | Ocean's Eleven ain't got shit on us.
That's what I said when we got out of the van and started this, now nearly two hundred feet in the air I have changed my mind.
I don't remember anyone crying and nearly shitting themselves in Ocean's Eleven.
I suppose the sentiment is still true though.
There are five of us. I'v... | |
an IT guy* | [WP] In the year 2088 you're a IT guy working on the Immortality Project. A project where humans are uploaded as AIs when they die. You accidentally spill your coffee and crash a server. Killing 3 million people. | The part where I killed three million people was the easy part.
I was managing the Immortality Drives- room sized servers into which the dying uploaded their personalities, attaining a sort of disembodied eternal life. And I spilled my coffee, which normally wouldn't be a problem, but the thermal and moisture guards ... | Damn it all to hell, you were running super late today. The newborn next door had cried every hour on the hour. This was it's first night home and it cried all night. Weren't newborns relatively quiet until they got a little older? You shook your head, you didn't know as you never had kids of your own. No, you had spen... |
an IT guy* | [WP] In the year 2088 you're a IT guy working on the Immortality Project. A project where humans are uploaded as AIs when they die. You accidentally spill your coffee and crash a server. Killing 3 million people. | "You did what?"
My boss was livid. Understandably so, I suppose - with one stupid mistake I had wiped out about as many people as died during the Korean War. But it wasn't helping anything really.
"I spilled coffee on the SAN."
"What the fuck were you doing in the DC with coffee?"
"Well, it's like this..." I repl... | Damn it all to hell, you were running super late today. The newborn next door had cried every hour on the hour. This was it's first night home and it cried all night. Weren't newborns relatively quiet until they got a little older? You shook your head, you didn't know as you never had kids of your own. No, you had spen... |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | It was a white, sterile room that felt like sort of a camouflage for something brutal; a taboo, I believed as every year I went to the huge building just to get my "Immune Boosters", since I was a child. Such a silly name it was, always wondered what it stood for.
After a long waiting among almost hypnotized people, i... | The needle bent and immediately my instincts took over. Deflect left, pull back, strike right, feign right, dip low and elbow to temple. I was already in full motion without even having to consciously think about it. I guess years of training will do that to you.
*We will make you a machine* they would say.
He was qu... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I look down at the bent needle. Why is it bent? I slowly glance upward to see a bead of sweat trickling down the doctors forehead. His eyes are staring at the needle. He stands there stoic like a statue. I look back down at the needle.
'GET OUT OF THERE' screams a voice in the back of my mind. I push it back a... | The needle bent and immediately my instincts took over. Deflect left, pull back, strike right, feign right, dip low and elbow to temple. I was already in full motion without even having to consciously think about it. I guess years of training will do that to you.
*We will make you a machine* they would say.
He was qu... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | The air became crisp for that moment. Neither of us moved even slightly...
Until finally he turned towards me, "hah! Rubber needle! It always gets the vets going."
"Greg, you're an asshole you know that?" | The needle bent and immediately my instincts took over. Deflect left, pull back, strike right, feign right, dip low and elbow to temple. I was already in full motion without even having to consciously think about it. I guess years of training will do that to you.
*We will make you a machine* they would say.
He was qu... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I came in with some soreness in my back, we do the checkup.
Look, piss, stand, turn, cough, say ahhh. Then the needle goes in, it comes out code looks... the same as I ever saw it. Shad puts it to spin, machine comes up and I need an update. No biggie. Shad pulls out a big syringe downloads it. I haven't been afraid... | April sighed in exasperation and pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand.
" I'm sorry Terrance, this usually doesn't happen to me. We are going to have to try again."
Terrance nervously shifted in his chair; his tattooed face showing only the slightest emotion. "That's ok, Doc. But you know I always kinda hated... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I look down at the bent needle. Why is it bent? I slowly glance upward to see a bead of sweat trickling down the doctors forehead. His eyes are staring at the needle. He stands there stoic like a statue. I look back down at the needle.
'GET OUT OF THERE' screams a voice in the back of my mind. I push it back a... | April sighed in exasperation and pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand.
" I'm sorry Terrance, this usually doesn't happen to me. We are going to have to try again."
Terrance nervously shifted in his chair; his tattooed face showing only the slightest emotion. "That's ok, Doc. But you know I always kinda hated... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I don't remember it happening. How could I? I was just a baby at the time. My mom tells the story all the time though.
"There he was, my precious little baby," Mom would start. I always rolled my eyes when she told the story. Gave a long suffering "Mooooooom" to show my annoyance. Mom's don't care, they think it... | April sighed in exasperation and pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand.
" I'm sorry Terrance, this usually doesn't happen to me. We are going to have to try again."
Terrance nervously shifted in his chair; his tattooed face showing only the slightest emotion. "That's ok, Doc. But you know I always kinda hated... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | The air became crisp for that moment. Neither of us moved even slightly...
Until finally he turned towards me, "hah! Rubber needle! It always gets the vets going."
"Greg, you're an asshole you know that?" | April sighed in exasperation and pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand.
" I'm sorry Terrance, this usually doesn't happen to me. We are going to have to try again."
Terrance nervously shifted in his chair; his tattooed face showing only the slightest emotion. "That's ok, Doc. But you know I always kinda hated... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I hate flu shots. I have a bit of a fear of needles, if we're being honest. All my work in construction, welding, and general contracting, I have no problems. I've had Jeremy shoot that damned nail gun into my forearm on his second damn day (he's damned lucky to be my wife's nephew, or I'd have fired him for showing... | April sighed in exasperation and pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand.
" I'm sorry Terrance, this usually doesn't happen to me. We are going to have to try again."
Terrance nervously shifted in his chair; his tattooed face showing only the slightest emotion. "That's ok, Doc. But you know I always kinda hated... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I don't like doc.
no one does.
he's weirdly enthusiasic 'bout *everything*, like the time lawrence got cancer and he freaking *squealed* like a little girl in excitment.
but anyways, I gotta go. got a bit of rebar in my foot the other day and now I gotta tetnus shots or something.
I open the door his office and... | April sighed in exasperation and pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand.
" I'm sorry Terrance, this usually doesn't happen to me. We are going to have to try again."
Terrance nervously shifted in his chair; his tattooed face showing only the slightest emotion. "That's ok, Doc. But you know I always kinda hated... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | Many ancient scholars speculated that *if* the universe is a computer program, life should never, under any circumstances, know this fact, for *if* it ever figured it out, modern civilization would instantly crumble. Of course, those scholars never went a step ahead to see the ultimate truth; That *if* the universe is ... | April sighed in exasperation and pushed her glasses up with the back of her hand.
" I'm sorry Terrance, this usually doesn't happen to me. We are going to have to try again."
Terrance nervously shifted in his chair; his tattooed face showing only the slightest emotion. "That's ok, Doc. But you know I always kinda hated... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I came in with some soreness in my back, we do the checkup.
Look, piss, stand, turn, cough, say ahhh. Then the needle goes in, it comes out code looks... the same as I ever saw it. Shad puts it to spin, machine comes up and I need an update. No biggie. Shad pulls out a big syringe downloads it. I haven't been afraid... | "Well doc, at least we gave it a SHOT... see what I did there?"
"I'm glad you still got your sense of humour, because I'm at the end of my wits here."
"Don't sweat it doc, I just wanted to give it a try although we both know deep down inside that there's no hope for me."
"I'm sorry James... but with chemotherapy no... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I look down at the bent needle. Why is it bent? I slowly glance upward to see a bead of sweat trickling down the doctors forehead. His eyes are staring at the needle. He stands there stoic like a statue. I look back down at the needle.
'GET OUT OF THERE' screams a voice in the back of my mind. I push it back a... | "Well doc, at least we gave it a SHOT... see what I did there?"
"I'm glad you still got your sense of humour, because I'm at the end of my wits here."
"Don't sweat it doc, I just wanted to give it a try although we both know deep down inside that there's no hope for me."
"I'm sorry James... but with chemotherapy no... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | The air became crisp for that moment. Neither of us moved even slightly...
Until finally he turned towards me, "hah! Rubber needle! It always gets the vets going."
"Greg, you're an asshole you know that?" | "Well doc, at least we gave it a SHOT... see what I did there?"
"I'm glad you still got your sense of humour, because I'm at the end of my wits here."
"Don't sweat it doc, I just wanted to give it a try although we both know deep down inside that there's no hope for me."
"I'm sorry James... but with chemotherapy no... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I look down at the bent needle. Why is it bent? I slowly glance upward to see a bead of sweat trickling down the doctors forehead. His eyes are staring at the needle. He stands there stoic like a statue. I look back down at the needle.
'GET OUT OF THERE' screams a voice in the back of my mind. I push it back a... | It was a white, sterile room that felt like sort of a camouflage for something brutal; a taboo, I believed as every year I went to the huge building just to get my "Immune Boosters", since I was a child. Such a silly name it was, always wondered what it stood for.
After a long waiting among almost hypnotized people, i... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | The air became crisp for that moment. Neither of us moved even slightly...
Until finally he turned towards me, "hah! Rubber needle! It always gets the vets going."
"Greg, you're an asshole you know that?" | It was a white, sterile room that felt like sort of a camouflage for something brutal; a taboo, I believed as every year I went to the huge building just to get my "Immune Boosters", since I was a child. Such a silly name it was, always wondered what it stood for.
After a long waiting among almost hypnotized people, i... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I look down at the bent needle. Why is it bent? I slowly glance upward to see a bead of sweat trickling down the doctors forehead. His eyes are staring at the needle. He stands there stoic like a statue. I look back down at the needle.
'GET OUT OF THERE' screams a voice in the back of my mind. I push it back a... | I came in with some soreness in my back, we do the checkup.
Look, piss, stand, turn, cough, say ahhh. Then the needle goes in, it comes out code looks... the same as I ever saw it. Shad puts it to spin, machine comes up and I need an update. No biggie. Shad pulls out a big syringe downloads it. I haven't been afraid... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | The air became crisp for that moment. Neither of us moved even slightly...
Until finally he turned towards me, "hah! Rubber needle! It always gets the vets going."
"Greg, you're an asshole you know that?" | I came in with some soreness in my back, we do the checkup.
Look, piss, stand, turn, cough, say ahhh. Then the needle goes in, it comes out code looks... the same as I ever saw it. Shad puts it to spin, machine comes up and I need an update. No biggie. Shad pulls out a big syringe downloads it. I haven't been afraid... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | The air became crisp for that moment. Neither of us moved even slightly...
Until finally he turned towards me, "hah! Rubber needle! It always gets the vets going."
"Greg, you're an asshole you know that?" | I look down at the bent needle. Why is it bent? I slowly glance upward to see a bead of sweat trickling down the doctors forehead. His eyes are staring at the needle. He stands there stoic like a statue. I look back down at the needle.
'GET OUT OF THERE' screams a voice in the back of my mind. I push it back a... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | The air became crisp for that moment. Neither of us moved even slightly...
Until finally he turned towards me, "hah! Rubber needle! It always gets the vets going."
"Greg, you're an asshole you know that?" | I don't remember it happening. How could I? I was just a baby at the time. My mom tells the story all the time though.
"There he was, my precious little baby," Mom would start. I always rolled my eyes when she told the story. Gave a long suffering "Mooooooom" to show my annoyance. Mom's don't care, they think it... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | I hate flu shots. I have a bit of a fear of needles, if we're being honest. All my work in construction, welding, and general contracting, I have no problems. I've had Jeremy shoot that damned nail gun into my forearm on his second damn day (he's damned lucky to be my wife's nephew, or I'd have fired him for showing... | I don't remember it happening. How could I? I was just a baby at the time. My mom tells the story all the time though.
"There he was, my precious little baby," Mom would start. I always rolled my eyes when she told the story. Gave a long suffering "Mooooooom" to show my annoyance. Mom's don't care, they think it... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | Many ancient scholars speculated that *if* the universe is a computer program, life should never, under any circumstances, know this fact, for *if* it ever figured it out, modern civilization would instantly crumble. Of course, those scholars never went a step ahead to see the ultimate truth; That *if* the universe is ... | "Are you ready?" The nurse's voice was always kind, but one could hear the deep concern buried beneath the kindness. Kyle nodded his head, his heart pounding in his chest, a tear racing from his eye to his chin and onto the silvery blue tile floor.
"*Please,*" Kyle begged silently. "*Please let it work this time... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | *(Fair warning, for whatever reason, I read the title as "you ARE the doctor" and wrote a story. Still fits the prompt though so I'm posting)*
I sit down comfortably in the patient's chair. For whatever reason, Mark, our nurse here is taking a while in back. I feel a little pang of irritation, Mark's always rubbed me ... | "Morning, Jackass." The doctor entered the office and tossed the clipboard onto the counter. "Let me guess: you're here to ask if there's some cure for your micropenis again." He nodded toward the section of the paper-thin fabric covering my junk. There was no need for me to wear the gown, but Doctor Evans insisted on ... | |
[WP] PVP has been turned off for years. Everyone now knows, that no blade can pierce the skin with the INTENT to kill or harm. You are at the doctor getting a shot when the needle bends upon touching your upper arm... | *(Fair warning, for whatever reason, I read the title as "you ARE the doctor" and wrote a story. Still fits the prompt though so I'm posting)*
I sit down comfortably in the patient's chair. For whatever reason, Mark, our nurse here is taking a while in back. I feel a little pang of irritation, Mark's always rubbed me ... | "I know you don't like injections but this will only take a moment," Doctor Sloan murmured, his tongue wedged between his teeth in concentration. He picked up a needle full of a clear liquid "It's just a quick insertion into your antecubital -- you won't feel a thing." He squeezed the top of the syringe gently, letting... | |
[WP] The protagonist and the antagonist fight for the love of the narrator. | “You cannot win!” shouted Heloise, “We have cut down your dragon, defeated your general, and captured your bodyguards. Your plot is over. Come with us now.” She wiped her sword on the tunic of a fallen goblin, then held it menacingly forward.
Ysabel replied from her throne, “Ha, it is hardly that simple. You have acco... | My phone had been constantly buzzing from Jimmy’s texts and David’s calls. I had been purposely avoiding them for about a week now, staying inside my apartment to be sure. Wouldn’t want to risk running into either of them. A few quick trips to the corner store for cigarettes and wine were the only thing breaking up the... | |
[WP] You are captured by Abstergo Industries and are sent through the Animus onto the lives of your ancestors, Assassin's Creed style. | Number 24.
That's me.
Or at least, I thought that was me. I honestly couldn't tell you anymore. I'd been back to times before Christ. I'd been to times shortly after his death, sometimes Christian, sometimes a Jew. I'd been to the crusades, sometimes a killer, others a victim. One time, I was an eastern European... | I am dragged in, I am in pain, and I can't move. They've me onto a chair after rushing me through the building. I see a giant screen, and some machine in the center of the room I'm in. The screen flashes on. It says:
HELLO....WELCOME TO THE ANIMUS. YOU ARE HERE TO HELP WITH RESEARCH, FOR THE BETTER OF THIS WORLD. PLEAS... | |
Come on, you weasely wimps! | [WP] After a long and exciting life, Mrs. Frizzle has died. Her long-ago students meet at her funeral - for the first time in a while - to reminisce about their experiences with her and how it's shaped them. | As soon as I enter the sanctuary I knew something is wrong. There are no flowers. There is no music. There is no casket. And there are only a handful of individuals standing at the front of the room, though I know every single one. They’re all solemnly chuckling at something, and I hear a low murmur of “Carlos…”
... | Arnold pulled into the parking lot of the church where a funeral is being held for his favorite elementary school teacher, Ms. Frizzle. He sighed and pushed his glasses back up on his nose and got out. He wondered if any of his other former classmates would be in attendance. Since becoming a renowned doctor, Arnold ha... |
[WP] The gods have commissioned a very skilled but very old blacksmith to create a divine weapon for a great hero. However due to his age, he mishears and makes a frying pan and gives it to the Hero. It works out quite well. | The hammer smashed with cold shiver, and panic. A flash of light from eyeball's edge, sparks unfamiliar.
"Please, Hephaestus! Don't let me die without a few more strikes, my masterpiece is in this iron.”
“Your sweat alone keeps you alive.
The Gods appear to seal your fate.
Accept our will or die in deb... | Along the banks of the Boyne Fionn sits and prepares camp, The bright heads of his spears point towards the heavens and his horses graze contently among the watercrests and rushes that line the mighty river.
Ferchra and Durmid have been sent on ahead to rouse Finn and let him know that the salmon has been caught, wit... | |
[WP] The gods have commissioned a very skilled but very old blacksmith to create a divine weapon for a great hero. However due to his age, he mishears and makes a frying pan and gives it to the Hero. It works out quite well. | The gods looked upon the potential hero and they knew he had a destiny before him. They saw him fighting against the demonic scourge plaguing the land, but none could see if he would be victorious. As was there way, they bickered over who would take the boy as their champion, knowing full well whoever did would have fu... | Along the banks of the Boyne Fionn sits and prepares camp, The bright heads of his spears point towards the heavens and his horses graze contently among the watercrests and rushes that line the mighty river.
Ferchra and Durmid have been sent on ahead to rouse Finn and let him know that the salmon has been caught, wit... |
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