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[WP] You are the local village inn keeper, and one night the Princess of the kingdom comes in and asks for a job at the inn. | The Dirty Duck was the easiest place in the city to find at night, all you had to do was follow the sounds of singing and merriment and within a short while, you would be at the large oak door.
The night was like any other, a bard sat within a group of rowdy shipwrights, guiding them through drunken renditions of e... | The bells rings and the door closes gently. The inn keeper turns to see a beautiful woman that only the village idiot couldn't identify. A smile crosses his face as the Princess glides towards him.
"Princess, what can I do for you?"
"I would like a job."
"A job?" Asks the inn keeper, his smile fading.
"Yes."
... | |
[WP] You are the local village inn keeper, and one night the Princess of the kingdom comes in and asks for a job at the inn. | She was confident with her story, though her clean, new clothes and sparkling eyes didn't match the tale of a poor, lonely orphan with nowhere else to go. He chose to keep quiet about the holes that were in her story instead of her frock, merely turning to his wife and asking her to show the new hand where she would be... | The bells rings and the door closes gently. The inn keeper turns to see a beautiful woman that only the village idiot couldn't identify. A smile crosses his face as the Princess glides towards him.
"Princess, what can I do for you?"
"I would like a job."
"A job?" Asks the inn keeper, his smile fading.
"Yes."
... | |
[WP] One day, you discover that whenever you use finger guns, they actually shoot real bullets instead of blanks. | *bang*
I did my signature move, the finger guns. It was meant as a joke, but no one laughed as the girl slowly crumbled to the ground, lifeless.
"Isabella?" I asked out loud as the others looked on. A few men went up to her to check up on her. They checked her vital signs and noticed a small hole near her chest. Ther... | Look, it’s not like I ever *tried* hurting anybody. I just made, you know, finger guns and pointed them at the hot girl who had just arrived at the party. Corny, I know, but I was a bit intoxicated at the time. I clicked my tongue as I “pulled” the trigger, and the next thing everybody saw was a girl lying on the groun... | |
[WP] It's been twenty years since the global nuclear war. Countries fell, government's disintegrated, everyone who survived had to fend for fend for themselves. Radiation didn't kill everyone, mutated some. What's it all like now? | The cursing started the moment he hit the water, and I turned back expecting to see the river water roiling with mawfish or worse. Instead I just saw him standing there, head down and far too still.
"Kane?" He looked up at his name and his face was visibly pale even under his mask.
"It's a nice temperature, Lily." ... | The stag dipped its head to the pool in front, the water brackish and dark. It lapped quietly, two misshapen eyes on the side of its snout swivelling to look for predators. It raised its head swiftly at the skittering of rocks but saw nothing. It swung its hand to the side, dislodging some of the bloody skin stuck to i... | |
[WP] After a recent consultation you discover there is in fact a spirit living in your home. Fed up, you jokingly write a note to the spirit asking for half of the rent. You come home the next day to find that the spirit has payed the rent, but in an unexpected way. | “Embrace the spirit, let it know it is welcome,” April told me, dimples and blue eyes irresistible. It had taken months of eating at the crappy diner where she was a waitress to work up the nerve to ask her out. And while trying, one stupid joke about wanting company to ward off the ghost in my apartment had led to a n... | Splintered wood and chipped green paint held my long dreamlike gaze as I stared at the numbers. '313' stared back at me flaunting an old rust-covered look.
*Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. I've got to be the biggest dumb-ass in all of Manhattan.* My head erupted with a furious ache. I still couldn't accept it. I ... | |
[WP] You are a Lich, a fearsome undead necromancer with magical powers beyond comprehension. Unfortunately, the economy is really rough so you have taken a job as a Middle School Teacher. | "As this is your first day, Mr. Necrostis, I'd like to warn you that the kids in this school have had a hard time recently. The recent attacks on the property have left a number of students pretty traumatized. Do you anticipate any trouble helping them cope?"
I considered this--probably longer than the assistant vice... | The bell rings, and the nervous sixth graders look around anxiously. I smile. Homeroom on the first day of school is always amusing.
They look at me with confusion and fear. One kid looks like she is about to throw up. They probably think I was in some sort of horrific accident, cause my skin to turn ashy and parts of... | |
[WP] You are a Lich, a fearsome undead necromancer with magical powers beyond comprehension. Unfortunately, the economy is really rough so you have taken a job as a Middle School Teacher. | “No Tommy I wasn’t-“
“Was he a good rapper?”
“Tommy I never met Alexander Hamilton. Now can we please get back to-“
“Did you meet Washington?” A girl in the back row asked.
This was my second day teaching. Yesterday the children were terrified of me. Once they got over my decaying appearance they wouldn’t stop pes... | The bell rings, and the nervous sixth graders look around anxiously. I smile. Homeroom on the first day of school is always amusing.
They look at me with confusion and fear. One kid looks like she is about to throw up. They probably think I was in some sort of horrific accident, cause my skin to turn ashy and parts of... | |
[WP] You are a Lich, a fearsome undead necromancer with magical powers beyond comprehension. Unfortunately, the economy is really rough so you have taken a job as a Middle School Teacher. | “No Tommy I wasn’t-“
“Was he a good rapper?”
“Tommy I never met Alexander Hamilton. Now can we please get back to-“
“Did you meet Washington?” A girl in the back row asked.
This was my second day teaching. Yesterday the children were terrified of me. Once they got over my decaying appearance they wouldn’t stop pes... | The devil is in the details. Sometimes figuratively. Sometimes literally.
Look here: the better side of town, better being relative. The economy has taken a turn for the worse, though stratification and distance ensure this sleepy rural community bears the brunt in the most ethereal of ways. Perhaps the bus station is... | |
Inspired by something I read on another sub suggesting Groundhog Day would have had to repeat for over 30 years to learn the piano, achieve other skills, etc.
**Edit: Wow, I didn't realise this would be so popular! It's been really cool reading all the responses, thank you! :D (And thanks for all the upvotes!)** | [WP] You have lived the same day over and over for 30 years whilst in another town. You complete whatever the goal is and finally the day stops repeating. You go home but because it's been 30 years, you don't remember things you should. You struggle to cope with not knowing what's going to happen. | 4 days
I has been 4 days since David has been home. 4 days of his family carrying on like nothing happened, 4 days of the regular news, the regular weather, 4 days of the week passing by as normal. During that time he lay in his bed staring at the ceiling of seeing his bedroom, as if for the first time. For him it wa... | What's in a day?
I know. I've lived one for thirty years. I haven't aged a day, literally. You think I would be happy to finally be free from this mental prison. But I have second thoughts about leaving the place I called home for the last three decades. I knew everything about that little town. What would transpire t... |
Inspired by something I read on another sub suggesting Groundhog Day would have had to repeat for over 30 years to learn the piano, achieve other skills, etc.
**Edit: Wow, I didn't realise this would be so popular! It's been really cool reading all the responses, thank you! :D (And thanks for all the upvotes!)** | [WP] You have lived the same day over and over for 30 years whilst in another town. You complete whatever the goal is and finally the day stops repeating. You go home but because it's been 30 years, you don't remember things you should. You struggle to cope with not knowing what's going to happen. | “I....im....free...” that’s what Alan could say when he found out when he woke up at August 17, 2018.
For the first time, it wasn’t August 16 again. And for the first time since decades, he was confused. No longer trapped in a static world where everything would repeat itself by the morning, with nothing moving forwa... | What's in a day?
I know. I've lived one for thirty years. I haven't aged a day, literally. You think I would be happy to finally be free from this mental prison. But I have second thoughts about leaving the place I called home for the last three decades. I knew everything about that little town. What would transpire t... |
Inspired by something I read on another sub suggesting Groundhog Day would have had to repeat for over 30 years to learn the piano, achieve other skills, etc.
**Edit: Wow, I didn't realise this would be so popular! It's been really cool reading all the responses, thank you! :D (And thanks for all the upvotes!)** | [WP] You have lived the same day over and over for 30 years whilst in another town. You complete whatever the goal is and finally the day stops repeating. You go home but because it's been 30 years, you don't remember things you should. You struggle to cope with not knowing what's going to happen. | It always began the same way.
I'd wake up suddenly in the middle of nowhere. But that nowhere quickly became a somewhere. It was a place where everything began. I called it the 'starting point' because that was where I always returned to.
Yes, that *somewhere* was the starting point of my day. A day that was trappe... | What's in a day?
I know. I've lived one for thirty years. I haven't aged a day, literally. You think I would be happy to finally be free from this mental prison. But I have second thoughts about leaving the place I called home for the last three decades. I knew everything about that little town. What would transpire t... |
Inspired by something I read on another sub suggesting Groundhog Day would have had to repeat for over 30 years to learn the piano, achieve other skills, etc.
**Edit: Wow, I didn't realise this would be so popular! It's been really cool reading all the responses, thank you! :D (And thanks for all the upvotes!)** | [WP] You have lived the same day over and over for 30 years whilst in another town. You complete whatever the goal is and finally the day stops repeating. You go home but because it's been 30 years, you don't remember things you should. You struggle to cope with not knowing what's going to happen. | "Honey, I'm home."
Alan walked into what he thought was his house, after 30 years of living the same day, over and over and over again.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
Suddenly, he heard someone come down the stairs, in a rush. Little feet tapping on the stairs, like a child.
2 children, a boy and a girl, ran towards Ala... | What's in a day?
I know. I've lived one for thirty years. I haven't aged a day, literally. You think I would be happy to finally be free from this mental prison. But I have second thoughts about leaving the place I called home for the last three decades. I knew everything about that little town. What would transpire t... |
Inspired by something I read on another sub suggesting Groundhog Day would have had to repeat for over 30 years to learn the piano, achieve other skills, etc.
**Edit: Wow, I didn't realise this would be so popular! It's been really cool reading all the responses, thank you! :D (And thanks for all the upvotes!)** | [WP] You have lived the same day over and over for 30 years whilst in another town. You complete whatever the goal is and finally the day stops repeating. You go home but because it's been 30 years, you don't remember things you should. You struggle to cope with not knowing what's going to happen. | The funny thing about time is, without a way to track it, it doesn't take long to lose all sense of it. I can't tell you how many times I've relived May 5, 2017 because at some point you're not really sure if it's the fifteenth time you've waken up in a cold sweat at 1 am or the fiftieth and by that point you really do... | What's in a day?
I know. I've lived one for thirty years. I haven't aged a day, literally. You think I would be happy to finally be free from this mental prison. But I have second thoughts about leaving the place I called home for the last three decades. I knew everything about that little town. What would transpire t... |
Inspired by something I read on another sub suggesting Groundhog Day would have had to repeat for over 30 years to learn the piano, achieve other skills, etc.
**Edit: Wow, I didn't realise this would be so popular! It's been really cool reading all the responses, thank you! :D (And thanks for all the upvotes!)** | [WP] You have lived the same day over and over for 30 years whilst in another town. You complete whatever the goal is and finally the day stops repeating. You go home but because it's been 30 years, you don't remember things you should. You struggle to cope with not knowing what's going to happen. | The first thing to go was my ability to drive.
Accident on the second day, bleary eyed panic attack in the middle of the road, screaming voices as for once in my miserable life, more than decades passed without a hint of chaos, someone turned when they weren't supposed to. Car smashed in, glass shattered, gas in the ... | What's in a day?
I know. I've lived one for thirty years. I haven't aged a day, literally. You think I would be happy to finally be free from this mental prison. But I have second thoughts about leaving the place I called home for the last three decades. I knew everything about that little town. What would transpire t... |
Inspired by something I read on another sub suggesting Groundhog Day would have had to repeat for over 30 years to learn the piano, achieve other skills, etc.
**Edit: Wow, I didn't realise this would be so popular! It's been really cool reading all the responses, thank you! :D (And thanks for all the upvotes!)** | [WP] You have lived the same day over and over for 30 years whilst in another town. You complete whatever the goal is and finally the day stops repeating. You go home but because it's been 30 years, you don't remember things you should. You struggle to cope with not knowing what's going to happen. | It always began the same way.
I'd wake up suddenly in the middle of nowhere. But that nowhere quickly became a somewhere. It was a place where everything began. I called it the 'starting point' because that was where I always returned to.
Yes, that *somewhere* was the starting point of my day. A day that was trappe... | “I....im....free...” that’s what Alan could say when he found out when he woke up at August 17, 2018.
For the first time, it wasn’t August 16 again. And for the first time since decades, he was confused. No longer trapped in a static world where everything would repeat itself by the morning, with nothing moving forwa... |
Inspired by something I read on another sub suggesting Groundhog Day would have had to repeat for over 30 years to learn the piano, achieve other skills, etc.
**Edit: Wow, I didn't realise this would be so popular! It's been really cool reading all the responses, thank you! :D (And thanks for all the upvotes!)** | [WP] You have lived the same day over and over for 30 years whilst in another town. You complete whatever the goal is and finally the day stops repeating. You go home but because it's been 30 years, you don't remember things you should. You struggle to cope with not knowing what's going to happen. | The funny thing about time is, without a way to track it, it doesn't take long to lose all sense of it. I can't tell you how many times I've relived May 5, 2017 because at some point you're not really sure if it's the fifteenth time you've waken up in a cold sweat at 1 am or the fiftieth and by that point you really do... | “I....im....free...” that’s what Alan could say when he found out when he woke up at August 17, 2018.
For the first time, it wasn’t August 16 again. And for the first time since decades, he was confused. No longer trapped in a static world where everything would repeat itself by the morning, with nothing moving forwa... |
Inspired by something I read on another sub suggesting Groundhog Day would have had to repeat for over 30 years to learn the piano, achieve other skills, etc.
**Edit: Wow, I didn't realise this would be so popular! It's been really cool reading all the responses, thank you! :D (And thanks for all the upvotes!)** | [WP] You have lived the same day over and over for 30 years whilst in another town. You complete whatever the goal is and finally the day stops repeating. You go home but because it's been 30 years, you don't remember things you should. You struggle to cope with not knowing what's going to happen. | The funny thing about time is, without a way to track it, it doesn't take long to lose all sense of it. I can't tell you how many times I've relived May 5, 2017 because at some point you're not really sure if it's the fifteenth time you've waken up in a cold sweat at 1 am or the fiftieth and by that point you really do... | It always began the same way.
I'd wake up suddenly in the middle of nowhere. But that nowhere quickly became a somewhere. It was a place where everything began. I called it the 'starting point' because that was where I always returned to.
Yes, that *somewhere* was the starting point of my day. A day that was trappe... |
Inspired by something I read on another sub suggesting Groundhog Day would have had to repeat for over 30 years to learn the piano, achieve other skills, etc.
**Edit: Wow, I didn't realise this would be so popular! It's been really cool reading all the responses, thank you! :D (And thanks for all the upvotes!)** | [WP] You have lived the same day over and over for 30 years whilst in another town. You complete whatever the goal is and finally the day stops repeating. You go home but because it's been 30 years, you don't remember things you should. You struggle to cope with not knowing what's going to happen. | The funny thing about time is, without a way to track it, it doesn't take long to lose all sense of it. I can't tell you how many times I've relived May 5, 2017 because at some point you're not really sure if it's the fifteenth time you've waken up in a cold sweat at 1 am or the fiftieth and by that point you really do... | "Honey, I'm home."
Alan walked into what he thought was his house, after 30 years of living the same day, over and over and over again.
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
Suddenly, he heard someone come down the stairs, in a rush. Little feet tapping on the stairs, like a child.
2 children, a boy and a girl, ran towards Ala... |
[WP] One day you bang your head but when you wake up you're suddenly able to understand animals. You hear some squirrels causally talking about global domination. | Flipping through the TV again...
The President did something stupid again, some idiot got fired for saying the n word, and a repeat of Rick and Morty was on, one of those season 3 episodes again, I think it was the memory one... yawn
'That does it, I'm going out for a walk'.
It was a... day I guess, not sunny, not q... | I heard squirrels chittering away outside, happily going about their squirrelly day. They were in the upper branches of the old oak tree that grows up alongside the house. It was a warm and quiet morning, so I had my upstairs bedroom window open. I was at my desk typing an essay for my English class when I heard them s... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | 10 days.
You see, it felt like 10 days but really it was more like 10 years.
Not that I have a good sense of time anymore.
Sure Georgie would come to check up on me, bring me food the like.
But its maddening, truly, you see I'm an immortal being, I can't die even if I wanted to.
When my mother discovered that I was imm... | One in a million. That was the phrase that defined people, no, beings like me. Always one in a million.
I was old. Old enough that I remembered the first hunts on the savannahs of Africa, old enough that I was there at the first fire, old enough that I have died thousands of times.
Death for us is never the end. We... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Long ago, I walked an empty, nameless world. I gained and lost many companions as I wandered. Names elude my reckoning as I ponder that time so long before this. Cultures rose and fell in my wake. Myself, and companions, becoming myth and legend within the legacies of those that came before. Languages long dead, and ot... | One in a million. That was the phrase that defined people, no, beings like me. Always one in a million.
I was old. Old enough that I remembered the first hunts on the savannahs of Africa, old enough that I was there at the first fire, old enough that I have died thousands of times.
Death for us is never the end. We... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Long ago, I walked an empty, nameless world. I gained and lost many companions as I wandered. Names elude my reckoning as I ponder that time so long before this. Cultures rose and fell in my wake. Myself, and companions, becoming myth and legend within the legacies of those that came before. Languages long dead, and ot... | 10 days.
You see, it felt like 10 days but really it was more like 10 years.
Not that I have a good sense of time anymore.
Sure Georgie would come to check up on me, bring me food the like.
But its maddening, truly, you see I'm an immortal being, I can't die even if I wanted to.
When my mother discovered that I was imm... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | The walls were bare, windowless and had the look of abandoned ruins. The guard, for lack of a better word, would stop by often. Most of the time with food and drink but that stopped not too long ago and ever since, I've gone without. It is unpleasant, but I survive. I always do.
My name is Arlen, I was born in a smal... | The metal clanking of the door latch rattles through the black, cement room once again. The piercing light hits your eyes briefly before disappearing behind the figure looking in on you. You can remember a time when you desperately tried to communicate with this figure, begging for any kind of explanation as to where y... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | I don’t remember much from the room, not that there *was* much to remember. I think that was the point though. A toilet, a bed, a sink, a door. That’s it. About 20 or 30 times a day I would see a dim eyeball peer through the little circular latch in the door. Whoever it was never spoke, they only looked me over and sca... | The metal clanking of the door latch rattles through the black, cement room once again. The piercing light hits your eyes briefly before disappearing behind the figure looking in on you. You can remember a time when you desperately tried to communicate with this figure, begging for any kind of explanation as to where y... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Memory is relative. The circumstances, the person, the neurological chemicals, the existence of trauma. There are so many variables that determine how someone’s memory works. Me? For people like me memory is complicated. See the “condition” I have coupled with my human brain makes my long term memory... incomplete, I g... | The metal clanking of the door latch rattles through the black, cement room once again. The piercing light hits your eyes briefly before disappearing behind the figure looking in on you. You can remember a time when you desperately tried to communicate with this figure, begging for any kind of explanation as to where y... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | The walls were bare, windowless and had the look of abandoned ruins. The guard, for lack of a better word, would stop by often. Most of the time with food and drink but that stopped not too long ago and ever since, I've gone without. It is unpleasant, but I survive. I always do.
My name is Arlen, I was born in a smal... | "AHHHH BAHHH DADADADA AHAHAHHA," I scream, whilst wildly whipping fecal matter at the man.
"MAAHA FEDDA DARUPPPP!" I ball up in the corner, and rock back and forth with my hands over my head. The room is stained brown and yellow. Along with my concept of time, most of my humanity is long gone.
The man looks in, shake... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | I don’t remember much from the room, not that there *was* much to remember. I think that was the point though. A toilet, a bed, a sink, a door. That’s it. About 20 or 30 times a day I would see a dim eyeball peer through the little circular latch in the door. Whoever it was never spoke, they only looked me over and sca... | "AHHHH BAHHH DADADADA AHAHAHHA," I scream, whilst wildly whipping fecal matter at the man.
"MAAHA FEDDA DARUPPPP!" I ball up in the corner, and rock back and forth with my hands over my head. The room is stained brown and yellow. Along with my concept of time, most of my humanity is long gone.
The man looks in, shake... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Memory is relative. The circumstances, the person, the neurological chemicals, the existence of trauma. There are so many variables that determine how someone’s memory works. Me? For people like me memory is complicated. See the “condition” I have coupled with my human brain makes my long term memory... incomplete, I g... | "AHHHH BAHHH DADADADA AHAHAHHA," I scream, whilst wildly whipping fecal matter at the man.
"MAAHA FEDDA DARUPPPP!" I ball up in the corner, and rock back and forth with my hands over my head. The room is stained brown and yellow. Along with my concept of time, most of my humanity is long gone.
The man looks in, shake... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | I don’t remember much from the room, not that there *was* much to remember. I think that was the point though. A toilet, a bed, a sink, a door. That’s it. About 20 or 30 times a day I would see a dim eyeball peer through the little circular latch in the door. Whoever it was never spoke, they only looked me over and sca... | Had it been months? Years? Days?
My mind was in a whirlwhind when the light seared my eyes.
The silhouette stayed there, and soon two more were standing behind it.
I tried to open my mouth but the words fell out.
As it walked in the two behind set a table down and another two brought in some chairs.
I could tell i... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | It's been long, how long I can't recall, but I know it's been very long.
I have no idea what day it is or even if it's day or night. I really do miss the dark, it is always light in here.
_SNAP_
"Are you still there?"
_SNAP_ _SNAP_ _SNAP_
"Helloooooo."
Ugh, that annoying voice, I haven't heard voices for a long ... | Had it been months? Years? Days?
My mind was in a whirlwhind when the light seared my eyes.
The silhouette stayed there, and soon two more were standing behind it.
I tried to open my mouth but the words fell out.
As it walked in the two behind set a table down and another two brought in some chairs.
I could tell i... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | I had been locked inside there for somewhere nearing one thousand years. Well, I didn't know it was nearing one thousand years at the time, and in truth I hadn't been locked up at all.
But none the less I thought I had been locked up, and it had been nearing one thousand years when a man opened the door, and it creak... | Had it been months? Years? Days?
My mind was in a whirlwhind when the light seared my eyes.
The silhouette stayed there, and soon two more were standing behind it.
I tried to open my mouth but the words fell out.
As it walked in the two behind set a table down and another two brought in some chairs.
I could tell i... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Some days, the attendees annoy me with their voices or their bad breath or the stupid things they say. Some days, I enjoy the gruffness or a witty attitude. Most days, I just long for solitude. Real solitude. After thousands of years, I’ve had my fill of people. And yet, it’s the people who come to do check-ins that pr... | Had it been months? Years? Days?
My mind was in a whirlwhind when the light seared my eyes.
The silhouette stayed there, and soon two more were standing behind it.
I tried to open my mouth but the words fell out.
As it walked in the two behind set a table down and another two brought in some chairs.
I could tell i... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Need me? The words echoed in my head, as if I had desired to hear it a million times before. The cage was my home now, the cage was my entire line of memories. The same walls, the same cold, empty feeling. Loneliness, is a weakness to any social creature, and I was no different. They continued to open the doors, making... | Had it been months? Years? Days?
My mind was in a whirlwhind when the light seared my eyes.
The silhouette stayed there, and soon two more were standing behind it.
I tried to open my mouth but the words fell out.
As it walked in the two behind set a table down and another two brought in some chairs.
I could tell i... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Memory is relative. The circumstances, the person, the neurological chemicals, the existence of trauma. There are so many variables that determine how someone’s memory works. Me? For people like me memory is complicated. See the “condition” I have coupled with my human brain makes my long term memory... incomplete, I g... | Had it been months? Years? Days?
My mind was in a whirlwhind when the light seared my eyes.
The silhouette stayed there, and soon two more were standing behind it.
I tried to open my mouth but the words fell out.
As it walked in the two behind set a table down and another two brought in some chairs.
I could tell i... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | They'd taken to giving me paper books a long time ago. Too many painful experiences with what I could do to their networks from even a device as simple as an eReader. Their screams as I turned their own stun turret on them brought a smirk to my face. Or perhaps it was the improvised fragmentation grenade I'd rigged up ... | Had it been months? Years? Days?
My mind was in a whirlwhind when the light seared my eyes.
The silhouette stayed there, and soon two more were standing behind it.
I tried to open my mouth but the words fell out.
As it walked in the two behind set a table down and another two brought in some chairs.
I could tell i... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Memory is relative. The circumstances, the person, the neurological chemicals, the existence of trauma. There are so many variables that determine how someone’s memory works. Me? For people like me memory is complicated. See the “condition” I have coupled with my human brain makes my long term memory... incomplete, I g... | I don’t remember much from the room, not that there *was* much to remember. I think that was the point though. A toilet, a bed, a sink, a door. That’s it. About 20 or 30 times a day I would see a dim eyeball peer through the little circular latch in the door. Whoever it was never spoke, they only looked me over and sca... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | I had been locked inside there for somewhere nearing one thousand years. Well, I didn't know it was nearing one thousand years at the time, and in truth I hadn't been locked up at all.
But none the less I thought I had been locked up, and it had been nearing one thousand years when a man opened the door, and it creak... | It's been long, how long I can't recall, but I know it's been very long.
I have no idea what day it is or even if it's day or night. I really do miss the dark, it is always light in here.
_SNAP_
"Are you still there?"
_SNAP_ _SNAP_ _SNAP_
"Helloooooo."
Ugh, that annoying voice, I haven't heard voices for a long ... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Memory is relative. The circumstances, the person, the neurological chemicals, the existence of trauma. There are so many variables that determine how someone’s memory works. Me? For people like me memory is complicated. See the “condition” I have coupled with my human brain makes my long term memory... incomplete, I g... | It's been long, how long I can't recall, but I know it's been very long.
I have no idea what day it is or even if it's day or night. I really do miss the dark, it is always light in here.
_SNAP_
"Are you still there?"
_SNAP_ _SNAP_ _SNAP_
"Helloooooo."
Ugh, that annoying voice, I haven't heard voices for a long ... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Memory is relative. The circumstances, the person, the neurological chemicals, the existence of trauma. There are so many variables that determine how someone’s memory works. Me? For people like me memory is complicated. See the “condition” I have coupled with my human brain makes my long term memory... incomplete, I g... | I had been locked inside there for somewhere nearing one thousand years. Well, I didn't know it was nearing one thousand years at the time, and in truth I hadn't been locked up at all.
But none the less I thought I had been locked up, and it had been nearing one thousand years when a man opened the door, and it creak... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Memory is relative. The circumstances, the person, the neurological chemicals, the existence of trauma. There are so many variables that determine how someone’s memory works. Me? For people like me memory is complicated. See the “condition” I have coupled with my human brain makes my long term memory... incomplete, I g... | Some days, the attendees annoy me with their voices or their bad breath or the stupid things they say. Some days, I enjoy the gruffness or a witty attitude. Most days, I just long for solitude. Real solitude. After thousands of years, I’ve had my fill of people. And yet, it’s the people who come to do check-ins that pr... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Light. Sudden white light exploded into my vision. The chains on my wrists and up my arms chaffed the leather strap holding my neck to the wall was sweaty and warm and the specially crafted gag was uncomfortable in my mouth preventing me from swallowing or biting anything. This was a system of chains and straps design... | Anxious to exit the cell, where the endless doldrums have pushed your mind to forgetfulness and the edge of insanity, you follow the man down a long, empty hall. Turning multiple corners, trudging down long passages, passing empty walls, you soon lose track of direction . You couldn't find your way back to the cell m... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Need me? The words echoed in my head, as if I had desired to hear it a million times before. The cage was my home now, the cage was my entire line of memories. The same walls, the same cold, empty feeling. Loneliness, is a weakness to any social creature, and I was no different. They continued to open the doors, making... | Anxious to exit the cell, where the endless doldrums have pushed your mind to forgetfulness and the edge of insanity, you follow the man down a long, empty hall. Turning multiple corners, trudging down long passages, passing empty walls, you soon lose track of direction . You couldn't find your way back to the cell m... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Memory is relative. The circumstances, the person, the neurological chemicals, the existence of trauma. There are so many variables that determine how someone’s memory works. Me? For people like me memory is complicated. See the “condition” I have coupled with my human brain makes my long term memory... incomplete, I g... | Anxious to exit the cell, where the endless doldrums have pushed your mind to forgetfulness and the edge of insanity, you follow the man down a long, empty hall. Turning multiple corners, trudging down long passages, passing empty walls, you soon lose track of direction . You couldn't find your way back to the cell m... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | They'd taken to giving me paper books a long time ago. Too many painful experiences with what I could do to their networks from even a device as simple as an eReader. Their screams as I turned their own stun turret on them brought a smirk to my face. Or perhaps it was the improvised fragmentation grenade I'd rigged up ... | Anxious to exit the cell, where the endless doldrums have pushed your mind to forgetfulness and the edge of insanity, you follow the man down a long, empty hall. Turning multiple corners, trudging down long passages, passing empty walls, you soon lose track of direction . You couldn't find your way back to the cell m... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Need me? The words echoed in my head, as if I had desired to hear it a million times before. The cage was my home now, the cage was my entire line of memories. The same walls, the same cold, empty feeling. Loneliness, is a weakness to any social creature, and I was no different. They continued to open the doors, making... | Light. Sudden white light exploded into my vision. The chains on my wrists and up my arms chaffed the leather strap holding my neck to the wall was sweaty and warm and the specially crafted gag was uncomfortable in my mouth preventing me from swallowing or biting anything. This was a system of chains and straps design... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Memory is relative. The circumstances, the person, the neurological chemicals, the existence of trauma. There are so many variables that determine how someone’s memory works. Me? For people like me memory is complicated. See the “condition” I have coupled with my human brain makes my long term memory... incomplete, I g... | Light. Sudden white light exploded into my vision. The chains on my wrists and up my arms chaffed the leather strap holding my neck to the wall was sweaty and warm and the specially crafted gag was uncomfortable in my mouth preventing me from swallowing or biting anything. This was a system of chains and straps design... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | They'd taken to giving me paper books a long time ago. Too many painful experiences with what I could do to their networks from even a device as simple as an eReader. Their screams as I turned their own stun turret on them brought a smirk to my face. Or perhaps it was the improvised fragmentation grenade I'd rigged up ... | Light. Sudden white light exploded into my vision. The chains on my wrists and up my arms chaffed the leather strap holding my neck to the wall was sweaty and warm and the specially crafted gag was uncomfortable in my mouth preventing me from swallowing or biting anything. This was a system of chains and straps design... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | Memory is relative. The circumstances, the person, the neurological chemicals, the existence of trauma. There are so many variables that determine how someone’s memory works. Me? For people like me memory is complicated. See the “condition” I have coupled with my human brain makes my long term memory... incomplete, I g... | Need me? The words echoed in my head, as if I had desired to hear it a million times before. The cage was my home now, the cage was my entire line of memories. The same walls, the same cold, empty feeling. Loneliness, is a weakness to any social creature, and I was no different. They continued to open the doors, making... | |
[WP] - You are immortal, locked up in a room with no windows, with only a toilet, a bed, a sink and a door with a latch where every hour someone checks on you. You don't remember why or how long you have been locked up there or where 'there' is. Then the door opens and a man says "we need you". | “That’s cute.” I glanced past the nervous man in the white coat, down a silent hallway of identical steel doors. “You might need me, but I can’t see much use for you.” Strong disinfectant wafting from the hall makes my head spin.
I’ve no idea how long I’ve been in this cell, but now that the door is open, there’s no w... | Someone rapped at the door. A slot near eye level slid open and a pair of blue-tinted goggles peered into the crisp, white room.
Toilet, unoccupied. Good.
Sink, dripping slowly. Less good.
Bed, empty. Problematic.
The man cocked his head and caught a shadow hovering on the other side, near the door frame. He peered... | |
[WP] Though you usually consider yourself strong-willed, you are nonetheless horrified to see one of the body bags suddenly sit upright with a muffled voice saying: "Oh for Christ's sake not again!" | "Hey buddy, you're dead." I said to the bag. A hand came out of the hole in the top and started flopping around, obviously searching for the zipper. "I'm not dead, I was just drunk! Can't a guy sleep on the street anymore without people thinking he's dead!"
Grabbing a frying pan I kept by my computer I walked over and... | I've seen a lot of shit working in the morgue over the years - so much so that it takes a lot to get a reaction out of me these days. Seeing a body bag sit up and mutter something like "Christ, not again!" as it's trying to get out will do it, though.
As I practically jumped out of my chair, the bag finally opened and... | |
[WP] Though you usually consider yourself strong-willed, you are nonetheless horrified to see one of the body bags suddenly sit upright with a muffled voice saying: "Oh for Christ's sake not again!" | Maybe if it was a heart attack, or some disease it wouldn't have been that shocking. Louis could have detached himself enough to say they could have mistakenly called the young man dead. But he'd seen the body, even before opening up the bag. No way he hadn't, with all the news reports and talk online. The guy had appa... | I've seen a lot of shit working in the morgue over the years - so much so that it takes a lot to get a reaction out of me these days. Seeing a body bag sit up and mutter something like "Christ, not again!" as it's trying to get out will do it, though.
As I practically jumped out of my chair, the bag finally opened and... | |
[WP] Though you usually consider yourself strong-willed, you are nonetheless horrified to see one of the body bags suddenly sit upright with a muffled voice saying: "Oh for Christ's sake not again!" | Seeing the body bag sit up was really more exciting than anything else.
"Finally," I thought. "Something is happening to me."
I was breaking the hospital bed down and getting ready to move it out when the body bag got up and started thrashing around.
"I swear to God," said the body bag. "THREE TIMES! If they do this... | I've seen a lot of shit working in the morgue over the years - so much so that it takes a lot to get a reaction out of me these days. Seeing a body bag sit up and mutter something like "Christ, not again!" as it's trying to get out will do it, though.
As I practically jumped out of my chair, the bag finally opened and... | |
[WP] Though you usually consider yourself strong-willed, you are nonetheless horrified to see one of the body bags suddenly sit upright with a muffled voice saying: "Oh for Christ's sake not again!" | "Hey buddy, you're dead." I said to the bag. A hand came out of the hole in the top and started flopping around, obviously searching for the zipper. "I'm not dead, I was just drunk! Can't a guy sleep on the street anymore without people thinking he's dead!"
Grabbing a frying pan I kept by my computer I walked over and... | The wide-eyed rookie froze, a breath caught on his lips, this is the stuff of nightmares. He dropped his gaze to his reports. “Oh god! Oh God! Oh god!”, his head whipped around to the veteran cop that was his partner, a solidly build black man thrice his size. The pint-sized officer’s gaze softened from panic to confus... | |
[WP] Though you usually consider yourself strong-willed, you are nonetheless horrified to see one of the body bags suddenly sit upright with a muffled voice saying: "Oh for Christ's sake not again!" | Seeing the body bag sit up was really more exciting than anything else.
"Finally," I thought. "Something is happening to me."
I was breaking the hospital bed down and getting ready to move it out when the body bag got up and started thrashing around.
"I swear to God," said the body bag. "THREE TIMES! If they do this... | The wide-eyed rookie froze, a breath caught on his lips, this is the stuff of nightmares. He dropped his gaze to his reports. “Oh god! Oh God! Oh god!”, his head whipped around to the veteran cop that was his partner, a solidly build black man thrice his size. The pint-sized officer’s gaze softened from panic to confus... | |
[WP] Though you usually consider yourself strong-willed, you are nonetheless horrified to see one of the body bags suddenly sit upright with a muffled voice saying: "Oh for Christ's sake not again!" | Seeing the body bag sit up was really more exciting than anything else.
"Finally," I thought. "Something is happening to me."
I was breaking the hospital bed down and getting ready to move it out when the body bag got up and started thrashing around.
"I swear to God," said the body bag. "THREE TIMES! If they do this... | « Every fucking time, « oh, it’s just business », stabbed in the fucking throat !»
The guy in the body bag started rummaging around in search of the zipper while I witnessed, pressed against the wall terrified. This guy was definitely dead, brutally slaughtered, I closed the body bag myself, this guy was definitely d... | |
[WP] Though you usually consider yourself strong-willed, you are nonetheless horrified to see one of the body bags suddenly sit upright with a muffled voice saying: "Oh for Christ's sake not again!" | After working in a morgue for a while, you start to consider yourself unflappable. Sure, every once in a while something really nasty comes in, but you can keep yourself professionally detached while the greenhorns turn green and look around for the trashcan.
So when one of the body bags I was examining sat up, I did... | « Every fucking time, « oh, it’s just business », stabbed in the fucking throat !»
The guy in the body bag started rummaging around in search of the zipper while I witnessed, pressed against the wall terrified. This guy was definitely dead, brutally slaughtered, I closed the body bag myself, this guy was definitely d... | |
[WP] Though you usually consider yourself strong-willed, you are nonetheless horrified to see one of the body bags suddenly sit upright with a muffled voice saying: "Oh for Christ's sake not again!" | Seeing the body bag sit up was really more exciting than anything else.
"Finally," I thought. "Something is happening to me."
I was breaking the hospital bed down and getting ready to move it out when the body bag got up and started thrashing around.
"I swear to God," said the body bag. "THREE TIMES! If they do this... | "Seriously? Again? Oh, hey, it's you. I remember you. Dan, right? Or was it, Don? Oh god, it's blurring together."
Dan stammered out an answer that his brain decided for him in that moment was appropriate to the situation, "Uh- wha-?"
The girl got free of the body bag and leapt to her feet, looking dazed but spirited... | |
[WP] Though you usually consider yourself strong-willed, you are nonetheless horrified to see one of the body bags suddenly sit upright with a muffled voice saying: "Oh for Christ's sake not again!" | Seeing the body bag sit up was really more exciting than anything else.
"Finally," I thought. "Something is happening to me."
I was breaking the hospital bed down and getting ready to move it out when the body bag got up and started thrashing around.
"I swear to God," said the body bag. "THREE TIMES! If they do this... | Maybe if it was a heart attack, or some disease it wouldn't have been that shocking. Louis could have detached himself enough to say they could have mistakenly called the young man dead. But he'd seen the body, even before opening up the bag. No way he hadn't, with all the news reports and talk online. The guy had appa... | |
[WP] Being the grim reaper you’re used to the elderly screaming and kicking after their death, meanwhile, you are starting to become concerned at the amount of high fives from the younger generations. | Death shook his head mournfully as he approached his latest appointment. He'd read the case file, and already knew what to expect. The confused ones were always hard, the young and confused the worst. So shocked at the realization of their own demise that processing them properly almost always necessitated half a thera... | Reaper:"You are dead. Do you understand the consequences?
Laura:"OMG! This is the afterlife !? Am I a freakin Ghost !?
I've got to tweat about that !
Reaper:"You understand that you will never see your family and friends again?"
Laura"Yeah yeah just get me to heaven or hell or something. I don't even mind."
Reaper:"Its... | |
[WP] Being the grim reaper you’re used to the elderly screaming and kicking after their death, meanwhile, you are starting to become concerned at the amount of high fives from the younger generations. | As the plush leather couch sinks beneath me, my hip bone gives a click and a general feeling of discomfort settles in. These old bones just aren't used to such a comfortable chair and it does nothing to help put me at ease.
Looking at the doctor, he doesn't fit the image I had of him in my mind. He's short, balding an... | Reaper:"You are dead. Do you understand the consequences?
Laura:"OMG! This is the afterlife !? Am I a freakin Ghost !?
I've got to tweat about that !
Reaper:"You understand that you will never see your family and friends again?"
Laura"Yeah yeah just get me to heaven or hell or something. I don't even mind."
Reaper:"Its... | |
[WP] Being the grim reaper you’re used to the elderly screaming and kicking after their death, meanwhile, you are starting to become concerned at the amount of high fives from the younger generations. | 08-2016 [H.A.D.]
I have discovered a new reaction among those humans below the age of seventeen that I can no longer ignore. While in previous centuries, their forlorn cries would have torn my heart asunder had I still retained possession of one, this new reaction scares me. Death should not be afraid. For every one sc... | Reaper:"You are dead. Do you understand the consequences?
Laura:"OMG! This is the afterlife !? Am I a freakin Ghost !?
I've got to tweat about that !
Reaper:"You understand that you will never see your family and friends again?"
Laura"Yeah yeah just get me to heaven or hell or something. I don't even mind."
Reaper:"Its... | |
[WP] Being the grim reaper you’re used to the elderly screaming and kicking after their death, meanwhile, you are starting to become concerned at the amount of high fives from the younger generations. | As I awoke from my afternoon slumber, my soul clock begins ticking down from 60 seconds. I get out of my bed and take a look at the death notice; "Hunter Jones, 24 would you like to go there now?" I ignore the message and do a few stretches, in a few moments I'll be sucked away to where ever Hunter is currently dying, ... | Reaper:"You are dead. Do you understand the consequences?
Laura:"OMG! This is the afterlife !? Am I a freakin Ghost !?
I've got to tweat about that !
Reaper:"You understand that you will never see your family and friends again?"
Laura"Yeah yeah just get me to heaven or hell or something. I don't even mind."
Reaper:"Its... | |
[WP] Being the grim reaper you’re used to the elderly screaming and kicking after their death, meanwhile, you are starting to become concerned at the amount of high fives from the younger generations. | Felix, he was the first. He overdosed on crystal meth, lsd and coke. Kind of an overkill if you ask me. He was only 27 and he didnt go without so much a kick or a scream. He just high fived me and called me fam.
I just assumed he was drugged of his mind and followed protocol, judged him and brought him to the line fo... | Reaper:"You are dead. Do you understand the consequences?
Laura:"OMG! This is the afterlife !? Am I a freakin Ghost !?
I've got to tweat about that !
Reaper:"You understand that you will never see your family and friends again?"
Laura"Yeah yeah just get me to heaven or hell or something. I don't even mind."
Reaper:"Its... | |
[WP] Being the grim reaper you’re used to the elderly screaming and kicking after their death, meanwhile, you are starting to become concerned at the amount of high fives from the younger generations. | As the plush leather couch sinks beneath me, my hip bone gives a click and a general feeling of discomfort settles in. These old bones just aren't used to such a comfortable chair and it does nothing to help put me at ease.
Looking at the doctor, he doesn't fit the image I had of him in my mind. He's short, balding an... | Death shook his head mournfully as he approached his latest appointment. He'd read the case file, and already knew what to expect. The confused ones were always hard, the young and confused the worst. So shocked at the realization of their own demise that processing them properly almost always necessitated half a thera... | |
[WP] A dark anti-hero and an upbeat hero meet in a tavern, and form a strange friendship. | The Second Post was one of those inns. You know the kind. The ones set on a crossroads where three out of four paths lead nowhere. The only people here were wanderers and adventurers, fugitives from the city, and the unfortunate folk who actually had to live around these parts. The only thing for miles around was a cou... | "Yeah, another beer."
"Isn't that your third?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Oh, sorry, very rude of me. Name's Richard. Don't take this badly but you seem lonely and currently, I'm completely by myself and I wanted to talk to you. Mostly because I'm a bit drunk."
"Good on you."
"Can I ask your name?"
"Sure."
"Oh. R... | |
[WP] A new surgery puts a chip into your brain that makes you superhuman. It gives you strength, speed, etc. But only the rich and middle class can afford it. One day, everyone with a chip in their head goes rabid and begins killing each other. | The silence is deafening and there's no natural light but at least I'm safe. For now anyway. They don't know about the shelter. The only other who does know built it and he's as good as dead.
It started about 2 years ago. I'd been micro-chipping animals for a few years and was bored. I experimented with the chip and c... | In 2025 they came up with a new device. It's called The Chip . It gives you superhuman strength. Only rich people or the middle class could afford to have it implanted. See it's literally just a small computer chip that's implanted in a certain area of the brain. When it's activated you all of a sudden have this power ... | |
[WP] You found a hatch in floor of your decrepit, dark cellar, that led to an even lower, darker and weirder cellar. And that to another. And that to another... Armed with a powerful flash-light and a backpack full of food and water, you went to find the bottom. That was 3 weeks ago. | Day 22, floor… 58.
I had to check which floor was the last one I marked. Honestly, part of me wants to go back up to my house and forget this ever happened, but I’d be lying if I said that I’d always be curious about what’s underneath all these floors. I swear to God, I’m leading myself to my own death.
I guess in al... | Few had been to this stage. No rotting corpses. No leftovers. The stench wasn't nearly as bad. Whatever lurked in these depths had not been fed in a long time.
There is a sense that overcomes you at times of great pressure. You're no longer walking. You're being walked. Freud called these 'oceanic feelings'. The momen... | |
And don't just say "Megamind"! | [WP] A handful of Villains appear at a fallen Hero's funeral to show their respects. | With his fist toward the sky and his knees shaky beneath him Crusader drew his last breath and faded from this life. There she found him, still standing, fist still raised, as if death itself couldn't topple him. The audacity of the man stunned Alistair, even now, even with the color drained from his face and the blood... | They all stood around the open casket. Some wept, but all had a dark look that was complimented by the overcast sky. The first to speak was dressed in an jet-black leather suit. “I-I-I can’t believe he’s gone... H-H-He was always in such good h-h-health... Did I do this?” The next speaker was dressed in green and blue.... |
[WP] There is a fortress, in a time and dimension apart, where people of a bygone era research magic. They've already mastered the basics, Elemental magic, Necromancy, Illusions, what have you. But now they are bringing beings from outside dimensions to learn magic and discover new forms of magic. | A blinding light filled her vision and for a moment she felt completely weightless.
 
A voice in the light spoke to her. "Please proceed through the portal and watch your step upon exit."
 
Taking a step forward she halted. *What if this was the end for her?* *Had she died?* The last thing she co... | "Sign here, here, and here." A gnarled finger pointed at each blank in the stacks of paper, then handed me a quill dipped in ink. It belonged to a very short (and fairly old) man, who was sitting on a stack of books to even see over the table.
I took it, then looked at askance. "Never used one of these," I muttered, ... | |
[WP] There is a fortress, in a time and dimension apart, where people of a bygone era research magic. They've already mastered the basics, Elemental magic, Necromancy, Illusions, what have you. But now they are bringing beings from outside dimensions to learn magic and discover new forms of magic. | Alonso Bruja, renowned stage magician, prepared himself for his final act. He, unfortunately, did not realize it was his last, so instead he treated it like any other; which was to say, some warm-ups, a glass of water, getting a read on the audience, and taking a moment to focus himself. Alonso opened his eyes as a s... | "Sign here, here, and here." A gnarled finger pointed at each blank in the stacks of paper, then handed me a quill dipped in ink. It belonged to a very short (and fairly old) man, who was sitting on a stack of books to even see over the table.
I took it, then looked at askance. "Never used one of these," I muttered, ... | |
[WP] There is a fortress, in a time and dimension apart, where people of a bygone era research magic. They've already mastered the basics, Elemental magic, Necromancy, Illusions, what have you. But now they are bringing beings from outside dimensions to learn magic and discover new forms of magic. | Alonso Bruja, renowned stage magician, prepared himself for his final act. He, unfortunately, did not realize it was his last, so instead he treated it like any other; which was to say, some warm-ups, a glass of water, getting a read on the audience, and taking a moment to focus himself. Alonso opened his eyes as a s... | A blinding light filled her vision and for a moment she felt completely weightless.
 
A voice in the light spoke to her. "Please proceed through the portal and watch your step upon exit."
 
Taking a step forward she halted. *What if this was the end for her?* *Had she died?* The last thing she co... | |
[WP] You have died. Much to your surprise, you don't find yourself in heaven or hell. Instead, you are driving along a dark desert highway, cool wind in your hair. | I hate that name so much. Everything about it is just weird. Couldn’t they have thought of something else. Now. I’m nice and dead. Good going. This is kind of nice though. At least I think it’s nice. Convertible. Desert. Never ending tank of gas. Whatever I want on the radio. It’s nice. What is that smell though. Kind ... | I jolt up and grip the steering wheel tightly, I'd just witnessed the last few moments of my life yet here I am gripping the familiar steering wheel of the family car.
My wife asleep beside me in the passenger seat and our baby girl asleep in the backseat. I feel at peace and hopeful. I haven't felt this way in a lon... | |
[WP] You have died. Much to your surprise, you don't find yourself in heaven or hell. Instead, you are driving along a dark desert highway, cool wind in your hair. | I hate that name so much. Everything about it is just weird. Couldn’t they have thought of something else. Now. I’m nice and dead. Good going. This is kind of nice though. At least I think it’s nice. Convertible. Desert. Never ending tank of gas. Whatever I want on the radio. It’s nice. What is that smell though. Kind ... | John didn’t realize he was dead until he tried to kill someone and couldn’t.
He was flying down the desert highway, full moon and dazzling stars reflecting off the asphalt ahead of him like rattlesnake scales in the sun, when a mad impulse took hold of him.
John gripped the rubbery steering wheel of the 1967 red ... | |
[WP] You have died. Much to your surprise, you don't find yourself in heaven or hell. Instead, you are driving along a dark desert highway, cool wind in your hair. | "God dammit."
"Language."
Opal scowled. Glancing briefly to her right, fear of crashing abandoning her, she saw her passenger. Lounging in the passenger's seat, an army of corkscrew curls waved wildly behind them. They rivaled spring raindrops. Her legs were propped leisurely on the dashboard; her arm was rolled over... | “This is it” Jack thought.
Jack knew he made a grave mistake coming out to the cliffside for some evening riding on his Harley motorcycle. Even as an adult, his parents, friends, peers, and colleagues always chiseled him over the dangers from riding motorcycles. Now they’re opinions would be validated, as Jack stood ... | |
[WP] You have died. Much to your surprise, you don't find yourself in heaven or hell. Instead, you are driving along a dark desert highway, cool wind in your hair. | I'm not sure what car I'm driving.
All I know is that its a manual transmission, 5 gear system, though my feet has been on the gas for a while now and I haven't had to slow down yet. I don't know where I am, or where I'm headed to. I'm just driving.
The last thing I remember was laying in the hospital bed speaking ... | You've been driving for several hours, on the verge of falling asleep at the wheel, when you spot a sign advertising lodging up ahead on the right. *Hotel California: No Vacancy*. "God Fucking Damnit!" You say out loud. "There is supposed to be plenty of room at the Hotel California..." You chuckle to yourself, proud... | |
[WP] The world's top scientists have discovered an extreme form of space travel, which they've called "leaping". A leap allows a ship and its crew to travel immense distances in a random direction via teleportation. The first manned instance is scheduled for today, and you're part of that crew. | “The Leap. The pinnacle of human innovation. An invention one can only see as a tribute; To all the knowledge humanity has built and maintained over the many millennia. We’ve pursued the stars and at the end, we’ve obtained the ability to take our first step past the starting line. Never before has such a revolutionary... | I cannot tell you who I am!
I can see that I am here later than I thought, I was supposed to post this before anyone else got to your WP.
All I can hope is that I am close enough to what is not supposed to happen for this to work. This is my 3rd time trying.
We have proved the "Leap" technology works, it works. B... | |
[WP] The world's top scientists have discovered an extreme form of space travel, which they've called "leaping". A leap allows a ship and its crew to travel immense distances in a random direction via teleportation. The first manned instance is scheduled for today, and you're part of that crew. | “The Leap. The pinnacle of human innovation. An invention one can only see as a tribute; To all the knowledge humanity has built and maintained over the many millennia. We’ve pursued the stars and at the end, we’ve obtained the ability to take our first step past the starting line. Never before has such a revolutionary... | "So, let me get this straight. The ship will be sent to a random location somewhere in the universe." I ask.
"Yes." He replied.
"It could be anywhere. A random point out of the entire universe." I press.
"Correct. The leap space drive uses quantum teleportation to move which makes it impossible to set a destination.... | |
[WP] The world's top scientists have discovered an extreme form of space travel, which they've called "leaping". A leap allows a ship and its crew to travel immense distances in a random direction via teleportation. The first manned instance is scheduled for today, and you're part of that crew. | “The Leap. The pinnacle of human innovation. An invention one can only see as a tribute; To all the knowledge humanity has built and maintained over the many millennia. We’ve pursued the stars and at the end, we’ve obtained the ability to take our first step past the starting line. Never before has such a revolutionary... | Looking around I’m proud to see I’m surrounded by such elite company. Politicians, entertainers, news writers, Hollywood’s screenwriters and directors and TV show hosts plus mobs of cheering moms and kids. I seem a great representation among minorities and alternative lifestyle folks of every color, even a few undocume... | |
[WP] "Are you sure that translation is accurate?" "Yes sir." "But we nuked them, we threw everything we have at their mothership!" "I'm afraid we've barely scratched it." "Are they being sarcastic then?" "No sir, the aliens honestly think we're the most adorable thing in the galaxy." | It was weird once I recognized it. It was a complete roll reversal. We could understand them, but they couldn't understand us. They picked individuals out to go back to their homes and stay with them, far away in another galaxy I presume. They chose by whatever their ethnic preference was, which was pretty evenly sp... | (This is my first writing prompt so apologises if it's terrible)
"Aw whose a cute little doggo"
What.
This was humiliating. In all his years in this ship, Captain Fluffer the second had never been like this. After trying to throwing everything at them; it seemed to fail, Although brutes they could survive. So they sen... | |
[WP] "Are you sure that translation is accurate?" "Yes sir." "But we nuked them, we threw everything we have at their mothership!" "I'm afraid we've barely scratched it." "Are they being sarcastic then?" "No sir, the aliens honestly think we're the most adorable thing in the galaxy." | Qwazno strolled through the small town taking in the fresh air. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, it was a lovely day.
*"AHHHHHHH!"* the humans screamed as Qwazno strolled by, his two front feet lifting up his torso so his posterior foot could swing through the middle. These shiny black roads were perfect for ... | (This is my first writing prompt so apologises if it's terrible)
"Aw whose a cute little doggo"
What.
This was humiliating. In all his years in this ship, Captain Fluffer the second had never been like this. After trying to throwing everything at them; it seemed to fail, Although brutes they could survive. So they sen... | |
[WP] "Are you sure that translation is accurate?" "Yes sir." "But we nuked them, we threw everything we have at their mothership!" "I'm afraid we've barely scratched it." "Are they being sarcastic then?" "No sir, the aliens honestly think we're the most adorable thing in the galaxy." | Qwazno strolled through the small town taking in the fresh air. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, it was a lovely day.
*"AHHHHHHH!"* the humans screamed as Qwazno strolled by, his two front feet lifting up his torso so his posterior foot could swing through the middle. These shiny black roads were perfect for ... | It was weird once I recognized it. It was a complete roll reversal. We could understand them, but they couldn't understand us. They picked individuals out to go back to their homes and stay with them, far away in another galaxy I presume. They chose by whatever their ethnic preference was, which was pretty evenly sp... | |
[WP] "Are you sure that translation is accurate?" "Yes sir." "But we nuked them, we threw everything we have at their mothership!" "I'm afraid we've barely scratched it." "Are they being sarcastic then?" "No sir, the aliens honestly think we're the most adorable thing in the galaxy." | Qwazno strolled through the small town taking in the fresh air. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, it was a lovely day.
*"AHHHHHHH!"* the humans screamed as Qwazno strolled by, his two front feet lifting up his torso so his posterior foot could swing through the middle. These shiny black roads were perfect for ... | Gabe was in a state of pure confusion. "What should we do now, sir? It seems like.. "
He pauses, as he starts listening to the alien language.
"They don't wanna attack us, sir. Should we try to make peace with them?" Gabe asked his superior, in pure confusion.
The Captain pauses, as he slowly passes his hand, index ... | |
[WP] "Are you sure that translation is accurate?" "Yes sir." "But we nuked them, we threw everything we have at their mothership!" "I'm afraid we've barely scratched it." "Are they being sarcastic then?" "No sir, the aliens honestly think we're the most adorable thing in the galaxy." | The President of the United States sat in a darkened oval office. He had called for privacy only moments before, over the protests and curses of the Joint Chiefs and his cabinet. The silence and dark provided room for his thoughts to expand and fill the void.
The President had been a child of luxury, practically bred ... | Gabe was in a state of pure confusion. "What should we do now, sir? It seems like.. "
He pauses, as he starts listening to the alien language.
"They don't wanna attack us, sir. Should we try to make peace with them?" Gabe asked his superior, in pure confusion.
The Captain pauses, as he slowly passes his hand, index ... | |
[WP] "Are you sure that translation is accurate?" "Yes sir." "But we nuked them, we threw everything we have at their mothership!" "I'm afraid we've barely scratched it." "Are they being sarcastic then?" "No sir, the aliens honestly think we're the most adorable thing in the galaxy." | The President of the United States sat in a darkened oval office. He had called for privacy only moments before, over the protests and curses of the Joint Chiefs and his cabinet. The silence and dark provided room for his thoughts to expand and fill the void.
The President had been a child of luxury, practically bred ... | The air was frigid and cold, even dressed in parkas and extra layers everyone was shivering.
Blankets and trash littered the ancient bunker, and the only noise was the clatter of the old diesel generator. A large grizzled man clambered down the ladder and addressed the small group of 15 people in a voice thick with em... | |
[WP] "Are you sure that translation is accurate?" "Yes sir." "But we nuked them, we threw everything we have at their mothership!" "I'm afraid we've barely scratched it." "Are they being sarcastic then?" "No sir, the aliens honestly think we're the most adorable thing in the galaxy." | "What are they again?"
"They call themselves 'humans', but the Intergalactic Repository lists them as 'terrans', after the planet Terra, which they call 'Earth'."
"Terrans? I've heard of them before. Liked to throw nukes at each other, it makes our assault just now look like kids playing with toys."
"Apparently a fe... | The air was frigid and cold, even dressed in parkas and extra layers everyone was shivering.
Blankets and trash littered the ancient bunker, and the only noise was the clatter of the old diesel generator. A large grizzled man clambered down the ladder and addressed the small group of 15 people in a voice thick with em... | |
[WP] "Are you sure that translation is accurate?" "Yes sir." "But we nuked them, we threw everything we have at their mothership!" "I'm afraid we've barely scratched it." "Are they being sarcastic then?" "No sir, the aliens honestly think we're the most adorable thing in the galaxy." | "Look, no claws, no spikes, they aren't even poisonous. Just soft and pink," Servik says, presenting the holographic layout to his audience. The viewer and share rate for this augmented reality bit was going through the roof. It turns out the rest of galactic space thought they were as adorable as he did.
"And that's ... | The air was frigid and cold, even dressed in parkas and extra layers everyone was shivering.
Blankets and trash littered the ancient bunker, and the only noise was the clatter of the old diesel generator. A large grizzled man clambered down the ladder and addressed the small group of 15 people in a voice thick with em... | |
[WP] "Are you sure that translation is accurate?" "Yes sir." "But we nuked them, we threw everything we have at their mothership!" "I'm afraid we've barely scratched it." "Are they being sarcastic then?" "No sir, the aliens honestly think we're the most adorable thing in the galaxy." | There was chaos in the streets of Beijing, Mumbai, London, and Mexico City that day. Roads closed with gridlock traffic and trains were crowded beyond the point of safe occupancy as people flooded away in a panic. Those who did not scramble away stood on roofs and decks and fire escapes, staring upwards as the four l... | The air was frigid and cold, even dressed in parkas and extra layers everyone was shivering.
Blankets and trash littered the ancient bunker, and the only noise was the clatter of the old diesel generator. A large grizzled man clambered down the ladder and addressed the small group of 15 people in a voice thick with em... | |
[WP] Your phone rings. You answer it and on the other end is you from a alternate reality wondering if he/she could crash with you for a night or two at your place. | A phone call from my number?
These spam calls just get worse and worse.
Oh well, I'll play along. Maybe screw with their heads a bit. Let's see how long they can pretend to be part of Windows Tech Support.
I wonder how far I can take it? Let's see what to do exactly?
I always have fun with these? Pretend to have a f... | The beat-up red Bronco rumbled down the interstate carrying John, like so many others, home after a long day at work. Inside the car, NPR played over the sound of the tires on the concrete and John cracked his window while he smoked a cigarette. Over the din, the classic Nokia ringtone suddenly blared from John’s shi... | |
[WP] Your phone rings. You answer it and on the other end is you from a alternate reality wondering if he/she could crash with you for a night or two at your place. | A phone call from my number?
These spam calls just get worse and worse.
Oh well, I'll play along. Maybe screw with their heads a bit. Let's see how long they can pretend to be part of Windows Tech Support.
I wonder how far I can take it? Let's see what to do exactly?
I always have fun with these? Pretend to have a f... | My phone rang. The voice on the other end was hesitant and awkward. But familiar.
“Hey. Uh. You aren’t going to believe this, but I swear it’s true. It’s me, I’m you. Don’t worry, I’m not dead, it’s actually pretty complex to explain over the phone - but I’m you, trust me. I know what you did in 1987 in the darkroom ... | |
[WP] Your phone rings. You answer it and on the other end is you from a alternate reality wondering if he/she could crash with you for a night or two at your place. | "Woah," she said. Her green eyes widened, and she took a sip of tea as she read over the paper. "This is. Uhm. I mean, don't get me wrong. It's good...really good. But it's...darker...than I thought..."
"Darker?"
"Uh, sad, maybe? I dunno. I mean, I'm a romance writer, so I guess I'm just used to a happy ending. Espec... | My phone rang. The voice on the other end was hesitant and awkward. But familiar.
“Hey. Uh. You aren’t going to believe this, but I swear it’s true. It’s me, I’m you. Don’t worry, I’m not dead, it’s actually pretty complex to explain over the phone - but I’m you, trust me. I know what you did in 1987 in the darkroom ... | |
[WP] Your phone rings. You answer it and on the other end is you from a alternate reality wondering if he/she could crash with you for a night or two at your place. | I closed the oven and promised myself to get the food out later. This was a particularly distracting dilemma and I didn't want to burn myself.
"Are you still there?" they asked. Typical of them to be insecure when I'm quiet for like 5 seconds.
"Yep, yep, I'm just processing this whole... why can't you crash with anyo... | My phone rang. The voice on the other end was hesitant and awkward. But familiar.
“Hey. Uh. You aren’t going to believe this, but I swear it’s true. It’s me, I’m you. Don’t worry, I’m not dead, it’s actually pretty complex to explain over the phone - but I’m you, trust me. I know what you did in 1987 in the darkroom ... | |
[WP] Gods can only view the mortal world through their followers’ eyes. As one of the few humans to survive the apocalypse, you have dozens of bored gods in your head competing for your worship. | More consistent than any physical law and more powerful than any gods, supply and demand is the only truth that has outlasted the apocalypse. In a world where the sun no longer runs on a fixed schedule and the ground before you can collapse just as easily as it can suddenly rise, I am one of the lasts humans.
The god... | Virtual and augmented realities are a vital part of modern civilization in Western Junos whose inhabitants are all immortal beings. These beings have the ability to manifest anything their minds can imagine instantaneously. Most citizens of Western Junos grow bored with their omnipotent powers, fantasizing what... | |
[WP] Gods can only view the mortal world through their followers’ eyes. As one of the few humans to survive the apocalypse, you have dozens of bored gods in your head competing for your worship. | It was....lonely.
Most had died out a year ago. A strange plague wiped them out. Most animals survived, so f you could hunt you could live. But most humans were gone. I knew a few survived. I’d seen their footprints, to recent in the dust. Graffiti marking dates that are to recent to be a remnant of civilization, or... | Virtual and augmented realities are a vital part of modern civilization in Western Junos whose inhabitants are all immortal beings. These beings have the ability to manifest anything their minds can imagine instantaneously. Most citizens of Western Junos grow bored with their omnipotent powers, fantasizing what... | |
[WP] Gods can only view the mortal world through their followers’ eyes. As one of the few humans to survive the apocalypse, you have dozens of bored gods in your head competing for your worship. | The daemon stared at me from across the cafeteria. A dozen cans clicked together in my bag.
Upside down face, fangs drooling black ink. Face taker; had a half dozen borrowed lifetimes under it's belt.
I'd been hoping to avoid this.
The mouth opened and the forked tongue flicked out, eyes flicking across my body. Get... | I misread the title as flowers of the gods at first, So here is my interpretation. =D
***
I tend to my garden and water my hydrangeas. The peonies screech out with the voice of Poseidon, “You would feed mine enemy mortal? Your family shall be lost to the tides!”
This of course as it always does sets off the rest o... | |
[WP] You die and awake in the afterlife, but to your surprise, Death and Satan are engaged in a match of blackjack, and God is downing a bottle of jack while shaping a “new” animal, and everyone looks washed up. Suddenly, Death turns and says “Welcome to the afterlife kid, grab a beer and settle up” | For a few seconds after my death, I felt a warm blanket a darkness wrap around my consciousness. I was at total peace. Than, I started seeing light again. Soon enough, I was able to make out a room. It looked like a living room, with so many people in it. Hundreds, In fact.
“Oh, hey, your that guy Duncan Brady, right... | "Wait, what?" I was about to play blackjack... with God, Death, and Satan?
"Come now, we're about to get dealt a hand." I sat, figuring that I had nothing better to do. I knew I'd die. I just didn't expect... Well... Anything after it. Then I looked at the dealer. It was rude to stare, but I couldn't help myself. Four... | |
[WP] You die and awake in the afterlife, but to your surprise, Death and Satan are engaged in a match of blackjack, and God is downing a bottle of jack while shaping a “new” animal, and everyone looks washed up. Suddenly, Death turns and says “Welcome to the afterlife kid, grab a beer and settle up” | "Al kuhul for the newbie, is it?" God intones with a facetious chuckle "Sure have sum' me spirits here instead of the beer my boy, ye want to be hop-in? You're barley here!"
The room erupts into raucous laughter. Everyone seems bored to tears—God's words merely a performance—an exhibition of Father jokes and quips rep... | "Wait, what?" I was about to play blackjack... with God, Death, and Satan?
"Come now, we're about to get dealt a hand." I sat, figuring that I had nothing better to do. I knew I'd die. I just didn't expect... Well... Anything after it. Then I looked at the dealer. It was rude to stare, but I couldn't help myself. Four... | |
[WP] You die and awake in the afterlife, but to your surprise, Death and Satan are engaged in a match of blackjack, and God is downing a bottle of jack while shaping a “new” animal, and everyone looks washed up. Suddenly, Death turns and says “Welcome to the afterlife kid, grab a beer and settle up” | *"I'm Lucifer. Good to see you again"*
"Afterlife? Is this Heaven?"
*"Yes it is"*
"If this is heaven, then what are *you* doing here?"
*"Your Father invited me to play a game"*
"I thought heaven would be more shiny. There would be streets of gold or something"
*"Oh there's plenty of that. But the Big Guy likes to... | "Wait, what?" I was about to play blackjack... with God, Death, and Satan?
"Come now, we're about to get dealt a hand." I sat, figuring that I had nothing better to do. I knew I'd die. I just didn't expect... Well... Anything after it. Then I looked at the dealer. It was rude to stare, but I couldn't help myself. Four... | |
[WP] You die and awake in the afterlife, but to your surprise, Death and Satan are engaged in a match of blackjack, and God is downing a bottle of jack while shaping a “new” animal, and everyone looks washed up. Suddenly, Death turns and says “Welcome to the afterlife kid, grab a beer and settle up” | Larry Holcomb wasn't much of a drinker in life. However, considering the gruesome details of his unexpected demise he thought, "why not?"
"Exactly," Satan said as he shuffled the deck, "why not?"
Larry grabbed an Allagash Black and took a seat next to God who wasn't paying much attention to the Devil's cut. Well, to ... | I looked around, a little unshaken. “Is this.. really the afterlife?” Death chuckled and shook his head. “Yup. You humans have the whole afterlife thing all twisted up. It’s no paradise. But it’s no hell either.” “But, in church we learned...” “Oh whatever. Churches have never been about religion. It’s all about sucker... | |
[WP]. Timetravel is real and it has been done multiple times. There is a secret organization hunting timetravelers, their method is highly effective and has always been the same: lotteries. | “Dammit!” Agent Jones punched the wall. “Not again.”
Agent Smith didn’t say anything, just patted his young partner on the shoulder.
Fifth time now. The fifth time they’d tracked a time traveler attempting to upset the monetary apple cart.
He had no idea how they’d originally figured it out. Before his time, no ma... | A smile played on Mark's lips. A dazed expression was on his face. The camera's were clicking in his face.
Toward the back of the room, two men watched carefully.
"Is this one of them?" one said, with dark trimmed hair and a dark suit.
"Yes" the other said, who was bald and also wearing a dark suit.
Mark left the b... | |
[WP]. Timetravel is real and it has been done multiple times. There is a secret organization hunting timetravelers, their method is highly effective and has always been the same: lotteries. | *It's go time. My first sting. How can my heart be pumping so fast? I didn't know that was possible!*
Daryl points to my M16, "You remember how to use that thing?"
I answer with a nervous chuckle, paired with a nod.
They drew the MaxMillions last night. One winning ticket. 43.8 million dollars. We dug into the winne... | A smile played on Mark's lips. A dazed expression was on his face. The camera's were clicking in his face.
Toward the back of the room, two men watched carefully.
"Is this one of them?" one said, with dark trimmed hair and a dark suit.
"Yes" the other said, who was bald and also wearing a dark suit.
Mark left the b... |
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