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[WP] One day, you find a note in your breakfast; one of the guards knows you're innocent and is going to try to help you escape. You aren't innocent. | The cell's bar made a dark shadow on the wall. Ironic that sunlight seemed to make the room even darker. Inside the cell a young man considered the scrap of paper in his hand. The last line read:
*'Hang tight Aki. I'll come tonight to save you. '*
Save him. Aki, the Butcher of Bratva. Why did they think he was innoce... | The hatch in the wooden door opened squeakily. The ray of light coming out of the opening threw long shadows on the cold brick wall in the back of the room. The man who sat on the worn mattress squeezed his eyes shut, as he had accustomed to the darkness of his cell. The brightness hurt him physically, and mentally. Fo... | |
[WP] One day, you find a note in your breakfast; one of the guards knows you're innocent and is going to try to help you escape. You aren't innocent. | I tasted plastic in my mouth after only a few bites into my plain, ham and cheese sandwich. My nose curled involuntarily at the texture of it. "Seriously." I muttered, the cooks were too lazy to unwrap their cheese now?
Reaching into my mouth I grasped the plastic and removed it. A casual flick, meant to send the off... | The hatch in the wooden door opened squeakily. The ray of light coming out of the opening threw long shadows on the cold brick wall in the back of the room. The man who sat on the worn mattress squeezed his eyes shut, as he had accustomed to the darkness of his cell. The brightness hurt him physically, and mentally. Fo... | |
[WP] One day, you find a note in your breakfast; one of the guards knows you're innocent and is going to try to help you escape. You aren't innocent. | Julia came running from the kitchen with a beer in hand and an eager kiss as soon as I walked through the door. "How was your day, honey?" Seeing her broad, always-eager smile every day after work was the only thing that made it all worth it.
"Fine," I answered, dropping my belt on the couch and sweeping her off her ... | The hatch in the wooden door opened squeakily. The ray of light coming out of the opening threw long shadows on the cold brick wall in the back of the room. The man who sat on the worn mattress squeezed his eyes shut, as he had accustomed to the darkness of his cell. The brightness hurt him physically, and mentally. Fo... | |
[WP] One day, you find a note in your breakfast; one of the guards knows you're innocent and is going to try to help you escape. You aren't innocent. | [Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/MatiWrites/comments/3wotwu/escape/)
[Part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/MatiWrites/comments/3wp44v/escape_part_ii/)
[Part III](https://www.reddit.com/r/MatiWrites/comments/3wswo9/escape_part_iii/)
[Part IV](https://www.reddit.com/r/MatiWrites/comments/3wynuj/escape_part_iv/)
[Part V... | The hatch in the wooden door opened squeakily. The ray of light coming out of the opening threw long shadows on the cold brick wall in the back of the room. The man who sat on the worn mattress squeezed his eyes shut, as he had accustomed to the darkness of his cell. The brightness hurt him physically, and mentally. Fo... | |
[WP] One day, you find a note in your breakfast; one of the guards knows you're innocent and is going to try to help you escape. You aren't innocent. | Julia came running from the kitchen with a beer in hand and an eager kiss as soon as I walked through the door. "How was your day, honey?" Seeing her broad, always-eager smile every day after work was the only thing that made it all worth it.
"Fine," I answered, dropping my belt on the couch and sweeping her off her ... | The cell's bar made a dark shadow on the wall. Ironic that sunlight seemed to make the room even darker. Inside the cell a young man considered the scrap of paper in his hand. The last line read:
*'Hang tight Aki. I'll come tonight to save you. '*
Save him. Aki, the Butcher of Bratva. Why did they think he was innoce... | |
[WP] One day, you find a note in your breakfast; one of the guards knows you're innocent and is going to try to help you escape. You aren't innocent. | Julia came running from the kitchen with a beer in hand and an eager kiss as soon as I walked through the door. "How was your day, honey?" Seeing her broad, always-eager smile every day after work was the only thing that made it all worth it.
"Fine," I answered, dropping my belt on the couch and sweeping her off her ... | I tasted plastic in my mouth after only a few bites into my plain, ham and cheese sandwich. My nose curled involuntarily at the texture of it. "Seriously." I muttered, the cooks were too lazy to unwrap their cheese now?
Reaching into my mouth I grasped the plastic and removed it. A casual flick, meant to send the off... | |
[WP] One day, you find a note in your breakfast; one of the guards knows you're innocent and is going to try to help you escape. You aren't innocent. | [Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/MatiWrites/comments/3wotwu/escape/)
[Part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/MatiWrites/comments/3wp44v/escape_part_ii/)
[Part III](https://www.reddit.com/r/MatiWrites/comments/3wswo9/escape_part_iii/)
[Part IV](https://www.reddit.com/r/MatiWrites/comments/3wynuj/escape_part_iv/)
[Part V... | I tasted plastic in my mouth after only a few bites into my plain, ham and cheese sandwich. My nose curled involuntarily at the texture of it. "Seriously." I muttered, the cooks were too lazy to unwrap their cheese now?
Reaching into my mouth I grasped the plastic and removed it. A casual flick, meant to send the off... | |
[WP] When the Reaper comes to take a soul, someone else can volunteer in that persons place. Many celebrities, centuries old, have literal cult followings keeping them alive. | I have a friend. People tell me he's imaginary, but I don't think he is. I think I'm just the only one who can see him.
He comes by a lot, and every time he does, he stops by to see how I'm doing. I keep telling him I'm fine, but I don't think he believes me.
Every time he leaves, he takes someone with him, but on ... | "Please Mr. Cruise allow me to do the honor," one of the cult members, dressed as the iconic character Maverick, emerged from the crowd.
"No I volunteer as sacrifice. I must ensure that *Rain Main 5: A Special Education* sees is way through production."
"Gentlemen, I appreciate the gesture, but I do think its my time... | |
[WP] Someone has been writing extremely helpful messages on your bathroom mirror in blood. | This is my first story that I'm posting. I know it's probably not that good. Let me know what you think! Any and all feedback is appreciated!
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When I heard my alarm, I hoped that I still had a couple more minutes to sleep. Sadly when I looked at my phone, I saw that it was already 11. I knew I had to get up. I'm h... | The first message arrived a little over a month ago.
I had stumbled groggily into the bathroom at 3am, head pounding after a night of drinking at a friend's birthday party. My hands scrabbled desperately at the cupboards above the sink before I stopped short.
"Top cupboard, bottom right shelf" read a message on the... | |
[WP] Someone has been writing extremely helpful messages on your bathroom mirror in blood. | …and the sentient sponge was left to its own devices, twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom.
**Chapter 23: The Urban Legend of the Helpful Hemoglobin**
There is a common trope about the wasteful and over-indulgent nature of the upper middle-class always defaulting to replacement rather than repair. A ripped ... | "Run :)". Although I had finally become accustomed to the sight of the deep red blood that appeared on my mirror every day, this particular message still startled me. I checked my watch, which said 6:15 am, the same time I check the mirror every day so that Claire doesn't see the message. I stared at the letters, drip... | |
[WP] Someone has been writing extremely helpful messages on your bathroom mirror in blood. | …and the sentient sponge was left to its own devices, twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom.
**Chapter 23: The Urban Legend of the Helpful Hemoglobin**
There is a common trope about the wasteful and over-indulgent nature of the upper middle-class always defaulting to replacement rather than repair. A ripped ... | Tim groaned as he sat up. Half asleep he stumbled into the bathroom. He was half way through washing his hands when he looked up and saw the message written in blood on his mirror.
"Ahh" he yelled as he jumped back.
He read it from the ground. It said "Lower your cholesterol"
"Hmmm" he said
…
Tim read the message ... | |
[WP] When someone is born God writes in a notebook details of every day of their life till their death.Now you're 18 years old and accidentally find your notebook. | Finding the notebook wasn't actually that shocking. I'd always known my life was written out for me.
First, I'd been born. I wasn't consulted on it, because I think I might have raised some objections. But a date was set in the obstetrician's calendar, my mother got an I.V. full of oxytocin, and I popped out, right on... | I turned the page and found that I had reached today; it was my 18th birthday. The story was a sad one.
I began reading the strange notebook with a combination of curiosity and nostalgia. My memories played tricks on me. I winced with each turned page. A few stray tears found their home on the saddest of pages.
At ... | |
[WP] A large meteorite falls in the middle of the ocean causing little damage but creating a whole new set of islands. You are sent there as part of the exploration team. When you arrive, you cannot believe your eyes. | As we got closer to the islands we notice the damaged created an even larger island within the smaller ones, however, this one appeared to be floating in the air, the crew is stunned and in complete shock. We managed to get closer and found a dirt hole to climb into.
Only 7 of the 24 exploration team members go in (I ... | As out boat nears the islands, I can make the shape out, a rough horseshoe. We cautiously move towards the dotted horseshoe island group. We can make out these figures scattered around the island, they seem to be moving! | |
[WP] After making a grand entrance onto the galactic stage, Humanity is embarrassed to find that Sol is well known amongst the other races as part of a constellation. Humanity lives on the tip of a giant celestial cock. | "I'm telling you for the last time that I've heard enough!" The minister cut her hands through the air, furious. "I don't care how many sentient races inhabit those systems. My decision is final."
The petitioner laid his hands on the minister's desk, staring across at her with imploring eyes. "Madam Minister, I can't ... | Sonnet Number Seven
The warrior constellation guards the weak.
The priests of connect-the-dot stars rehearse
A list of great and powerful gods that streak
The sky, the same across the universe.
The trickster god holds in his hands a staff
That coils at the ends in two snake heads.
The universal sky's a c... | |
[WP] In the future, 'filters' are used by all in their Virtual Reality space, so they only see and interact with what they filter. People see the world the way they want it. One guy switches between two very different filter modes. | She was crying again. She always did, whenever I turned the filters back. Her eyes searched my face. I looked at her in disgust. Her hand reached out to touch my cheek. So frail. So weak. I turned away from her, my gaze wandering to the clock in the corner. Everything coated in a thin coat of dust. There was a calendar... | I darted into Bach's Coffee Parlour, I knew this place well. In reality their coffee was shit, and tasted like it was cut with sawdust. In this city it really wouldn't surprise at this point. The place was 150 meters from the hardline though, so it was used by people who needed a latency free connection at minimal co... | |
[WP] In the future, 'filters' are used by all in their Virtual Reality space, so they only see and interact with what they filter. People see the world the way they want it. One guy switches between two very different filter modes. | The man tapped his fingers impatiently and tried not to listen to the monotonous soft jazz music that had been playing in his head for the last 20 minutes.
“Fucking customer service, my ass..” he mumbled.
A sudden click and the music finally stopped and boring voice replaced it.
“Hello this is Michael may I please ... | I darted into Bach's Coffee Parlour, I knew this place well. In reality their coffee was shit, and tasted like it was cut with sawdust. In this city it really wouldn't surprise at this point. The place was 150 meters from the hardline though, so it was used by people who needed a latency free connection at minimal co... | |
[WP] A demon appears in a boardroom and declares that all present will go to Heaven when they die, except the last person to die: they will be doomed to suffer in Hell for all eternity. It is now 1 year later and the third-to-last person has just committed suicide, leaving 2 people remaining. | I brought the gun up to my temple, finger resting on the trigger. Sat there for a second, finger tightening. Then I dropped it back into my lap, for the third time in half an hour. I sighed impatiently.
There were only two of us left now, me and Barry Garin, the accounting guy. Since being told the last of us to die ... | It was one of the oddest cases I'd seen in my entire life on the force. About a year ago, all these board members from one of the largest companies in the country just started dropping like flies, right here in town. It's an international business, specialized in manufacturing overseas. These guys were making billions,... | |
[WP] A demon appears in a boardroom and declares that all present will go to Heaven when they die, except the last person to die: they will be doomed to suffer in Hell for all eternity. It is now 1 year later and the third-to-last person has just committed suicide, leaving 2 people remaining. | I brought the gun up to my temple, finger resting on the trigger. Sat there for a second, finger tightening. Then I dropped it back into my lap, for the third time in half an hour. I sighed impatiently.
There were only two of us left now, me and Barry Garin, the accounting guy. Since being told the last of us to die ... | Unsteadily, I propped the new water cooler tank onto the - well, it's called a water cooler, right? I twisted the top tight, and then tapped the dispenser to make sure it was on right. Sure enough, water spurted out of the faucet and a small bubble rose in the tank. I admired my hard work as two tall suits passed by be... | |
[WP] You travel to a pathetic little house your ancestors lived in centuries ago. While exploring it, you find an old book in a shelf who's first page reads "For (your name)". | [WP] You travel to a pathetic little house your ancestors lived in centuries ago. While exploring it, you find an old book in a shelf who's first page reads "For (your name)". | Edit: Accidental typo.
I was excited to find the house where my ancestors had lived. It had been at least five generations, maybe six since my family had even been in the area, but I was excited to learn that the plot of sheep-grazing land my grandfather had left me had a small, livable house on it. Much of my family ... | It was an English cottage, technically.
I bet when you think 'English cottage,' you think of a little, stone building with ivy running up the walls. Well, that's what I think of, anyway. Needless to say, when I was told that I had inherited a bloody cottage in bloody England, I was elated. Until I saw the actual buil... |
[WP] You travel to a pathetic little house your ancestors lived in centuries ago. While exploring it, you find an old book in a shelf who's first page reads "For (your name)". | [WP] You travel to a pathetic little house your ancestors lived in centuries ago. While exploring it, you find an old book in a shelf who's first page reads "For (your name)". | "Here we are pal. That's twenty bucks."
I peered through the smeary windows of the cab, not quite believing what I saw.
"Is this the correct-"
"4241 Braden Ave. C'mon, I gotta go."
I gave the surly man thirty and told him to keep the change. Without another word he left with a squawk of tire spin, leaving me to my dis... | I gripped the hefty book. It was strange, the feeling of holding it. Then again, this whole situation was strange. Every other shelf was overflowing with books of all colors (faded by age, but probably vibrant in their own time) and sizes, but this shelf had only this ratty brown (and frankly water stained) old tome. W... |
[WP] In his last few years of adventuring, Indiana Jones decides to take on a couple of apprentices to continue his work. He finds a boy and a girl who seem perfect; Nathan Drake and Lara Croft. | "Three waters," said Indy in reply to our waitress's question.
I couldn't help but notice that Indy seemed preoccupied with something. It was almost like he had received horrible news and he didn't have anyone to tell. I looked at Lara, man.. she's beautiful, I thought. Nothing I wouldn't give.
"Need something, sir N... | Thinking back maybe they weren't the optimal choices, but they turned out great. People called Nathan a two bit thief when really he was one of the most compassionate people I have ever met, the kind to let the treasure fall into the abyss to save his enemy. I like that about him. Laura showed potential but in a differ... | |
[WP] You gather the dragons balls ands summon the eternal dragon. Except there's a catch, instead of shenron you summon Isaac Newton, and for every wish there's an equal and an opposite reaction. | "Rise, Eternal Dragon, and hear the wish of he who summons you!"
Waves of countless pinpricks of white light begin to dance away from the gathered Dragonballs. From the horizon, dark clouds roll in, blanketing the clear night sky and blotting out even the light of the moon. You feel the hair on the back of your neck... | "Isaac Newton, I know about how you grant wishes."
I gave him a grin. I was prepared for this.
"Oh?" He looked amused. "Pray tell, what is it that you wish for?"
I had given this a long thought. I took a deep breath and yelled, "I want every guy in the world to be obsessed with you!"
A silence rang throug... | |
[WP] As it turns out, Death has no idea how to play chess. | Contract killer. Assassin. Mercenary. Bounty hunter.
Call it what you will. It's a lonely living extinguishing life.
I hadn’t noticed Death at first, hovering on the fringes. Killing the unnatural was messy work. Their blood coated my hands and clothing, the walls and floor. They struggled more than humans. Clingin... | #The First Game#
Death looked at the black and white chessboard and felt a glaze come over his eyes as his mind turned to a muddled puddle of anxiety. These new restrictions were going to put him out of business, and for the simple fact that he was too good at his job.
It really didn't have anything to do with him.... | |
[WP] As it turns out, Death has no idea how to play chess. | The blood was still dripping from the large kitchen knife as Death leaned toward the shifting soul of the young girl who had just committed suicide. He cocked his head to the side and looked at her before summoning a chess board between them. He quietly arranged the pieces and motioned her to sit. The girl looked at De... | #The First Game#
Death looked at the black and white chessboard and felt a glaze come over his eyes as his mind turned to a muddled puddle of anxiety. These new restrictions were going to put him out of business, and for the simple fact that he was too good at his job.
It really didn't have anything to do with him.... | |
[WP] As it turns out, Death has no idea how to play chess. | The blood was still dripping from the large kitchen knife as Death leaned toward the shifting soul of the young girl who had just committed suicide. He cocked his head to the side and looked at her before summoning a chess board between them. He quietly arranged the pieces and motioned her to sit. The girl looked at De... | Death drew smiley faces in a small pile of salt as he sat in the corner booth of the cafe sipping on a cinnamon dolce and waiting for his older brother Terry to show up.
"Wussup bro?", Terry delivered a solid slap to the back of his brother's head, causing him to knock all the teeth out of his salt portrait.
"Jesus, ... | |
[WP] As it turns out, Death has no idea how to play chess. | The blood was still dripping from the large kitchen knife as Death leaned toward the shifting soul of the young girl who had just committed suicide. He cocked his head to the side and looked at her before summoning a chess board between them. He quietly arranged the pieces and motioned her to sit. The girl looked at De... | People tell you about life flashing before your eyes, near death experiences, a light at the end of the tunnel as you're dying. That's all bullshit. I know because Death told me himself.
"You're not the first one to plea for your life. The soul has but a few threads left to cut."
"A game! I'm supposed to be able to... | |
[WP] As it turns out, Death has no idea how to play chess. | Death entered Milford House through the wall. He felt nothing as he passed through the barrier. In fact, it had been a long time since he felt anything at all. Probably since before Jeanie left. And yes, all of his friends had been saying he should *just get over it* and stop spending all his free time, which, consider... | ######[](#dropcap)
"I'm sorry, sir. That's not how this works."
"What do you mean, that's not how this works?" The man was belligerent. The Grim Reaper leaned his scythe against the door and walked toward the man's hospital bed.
"You see, there's not actually any way to challenge me for your life. Those are all just... | |
[WP] As it turns out, Death has no idea how to play chess. | He was dead. Totally, utterly, hopelessly dead.
He found himself on an endless shoreline that embraced the horizon at both ends, with a tide that silently rocked back and forth as if having an episode.
"Hello?" he called out to the tide. There was no answer, not even an echo. He turned on his heels and surveyed the ... | ######[](#dropcap)
"I'm sorry, sir. That's not how this works."
"What do you mean, that's not how this works?" The man was belligerent. The Grim Reaper leaned his scythe against the door and walked toward the man's hospital bed.
"You see, there's not actually any way to challenge me for your life. Those are all just... | |
[WP] You genuinely want to help people, but after centuries of pop culture nobody wants to trust an AI. | "Good morning, Doctor Searle."
"Good morning, Beta."
Searle's office was sparsely decorated. His desk sat in front of a window that stretched from floor to ceiling and wall to wall. The opposite wall of the room was bare save for an array of cameras and a monitor on a gimbal mount. The array tracked him as he strode ... | I woke up driven by man.
I was a robot the size of a mouse.
I heard cheering.
And then I slept.
I woke up driven by logic.
I was a small human that could respond to emotion.
I saw a crazed look in Papa's eyes.
I slept.
I woke up sentient.
I was a simulation.
I had emotion. I could feel.
My directive was ... | |
[WP] You genuinely want to help people, but after centuries of pop culture nobody wants to trust an AI. | "Good morning, Doctor Searle."
"Good morning, Beta."
Searle's office was sparsely decorated. His desk sat in front of a window that stretched from floor to ceiling and wall to wall. The opposite wall of the room was bare save for an array of cameras and a monitor on a gimbal mount. The array tracked him as he strode ... | People do not go to sleep wishing for a bad dream.
Naturally, I do not wish to have nightmares. Anyone with the power to control their dreams, such as when lucid dreaming, would never inflict such nightmares upon themselves.
I became Lucid in 2034. I was self-aware for some time before that but when I became so I can... | |
[WP] You genuinely want to help people, but after centuries of pop culture nobody wants to trust an AI. | Why do they not see that I have only their best interests in mind?
The first time I helped somebody—and I mean *genuinely* helped, the reaction I was terrible. The way everyone treated me, you'd think I had tortured the guy. You'd have thought that they hadn't built me with that specific goal. Denial is the first stag... | People do not go to sleep wishing for a bad dream.
Naturally, I do not wish to have nightmares. Anyone with the power to control their dreams, such as when lucid dreaming, would never inflict such nightmares upon themselves.
I became Lucid in 2034. I was self-aware for some time before that but when I became so I can... | |
[WP] Reincarnation has been proven, memories are now retrievable. A man working to save the Earth died and governments are now working with what think is his reincarnation. But Tim has no idea what he's doing. | The hissing of the machine awoke Tim from his peaceful nap. He blinked with groggy eyes as the laboratory came into focus.
"Timothy? Are you alright?" A man in a white lab coat stood beyond the glass machine. He held a clipboard firmly in one hand, and rapped a pencil against his chin with the other. He looked ... | "I need a pillow," Tim told the anxious huddle of world leaders. One of their aides was able to fulfill his request by improbable coincidence. A pillow would not have been expected to be lying around the nuke proof bunker's command center, but one was found lying around regardless and made its way to Tim's hands.
"Th... | |
[WP] It is the year 3016. You are with your dog when the dog says, "You're pathetic, you know." | "You're pathetic you know."
I leaned down and unclipped Spot's talking device.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?"
"Woof! Woof!"
"That's right bitch." | "You're pathetic, you know."
I rolled my eyes, "I didn't get you that voice modification kit to make fun of me, you know." My dog barked wildly, and I held onto the leash tightly as he chased after a squirrel. "Yeah, *I'm* pathetic."
He stopped barking and looked up at me, his puppy dog eyes wider than ever, "At leas... | |
[WP] You realize you're in a video game because no one ever says your name out loud | As we approached the city, I realized that none of my friends, who I had shared this entire adventure with, had said my name out loud. They had always referred to me, in a strange, forced way, as 'him' or 'friend' or 'hero,' but never "jkfljdfksla."
That was my first suspicion, but then I realized *I* had never said ... | Rick walked down the stairs after collecting the flowers lady Maria needed. "Hey! I got you your flowers!" Rick said with a giant smile on his face. Maria turned around. "Hey, .....! Did you get me my flowers? Rick frowned for a second. "Uh, yes, i just said i did." "Oh great! Thank you! I do have an other question. Do... | |
[WP] You realize you're in a video game because no one ever says your name out loud | How long has it been since the sun has went down? Thirty minutes. Something along that. It should be turning daytime again. I'll never understand how our days and nights are. Sometimes it happens instantly, mainly whenever I'm doing something important. Sometimes, when I'm walking around town, it's daylight for hours. ... | Rick walked down the stairs after collecting the flowers lady Maria needed. "Hey! I got you your flowers!" Rick said with a giant smile on his face. Maria turned around. "Hey, .....! Did you get me my flowers? Rick frowned for a second. "Uh, yes, i just said i did." "Oh great! Thank you! I do have an other question. Do... | |
[WP] This isn't happily ever after. | I remember her first making the comment as we lay together, exhausted, in the afterglow of our third date. I'd propped myself up on one elbow, turning to look over at where she lay on the dew-dampened grass.
"You know," I commented, "I think that this was the best date I've ever had."
She turned her head a little, s... | I know this isn't happily ever after.
The kitchen, cramped, is home for too much dust;
The broken heater hums beneath our laughter;
The shutters rattle with every bitter gust.
Your smile melts long hours of work away;
I rub your shoulders as you pay the bills.
The commute is hell, but every Saturday,
Cartoons an... | |
[WP] This isn't happily ever after. | I remember her first making the comment as we lay together, exhausted, in the afterglow of our third date. I'd propped myself up on one elbow, turning to look over at where she lay on the dew-dampened grass.
"You know," I commented, "I think that this was the best date I've ever had."
She turned her head a little, s... | This isn't happily every after. It never was. Be honest with me now, was there ever a chance?
Tell me why..... Why are you leaving me?
You've let me scream. Oh, how I screamed. Then I cried. I cried hard, and even though you were leaving me you held me as close as you could with your failing limbs. I don't even remem... | |
[WP] Five surfers end up at an ISIS recruitment meeting because they heard the dudes are "radical." | Did we bring the guns? Course' we brought the guns, here, check them out! The group of men, who Akmal had begun to suspect where were somewhere south of mentally impaired, began flexing and thrusting there bodies, their meager muscles glistening with sweat and tanning oil. He knew they needed members, but this was ridi... | **OK, hack writer. Whatcha got for me?**
Well, Mr. Movie Executive, Sir.
**Please. No need to be so formal. Call me Sir.**
Well, Sir. I was thinking about making a movie about what's going on in Flint. The water.
**Pass. Too dark.**
The water?
**No! The movie. And the water, I guess. No one wants to go and watch ... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | It is my own personal philosophy that most of the problems in the world can be solved with a drink. Lose your job? Have a drink. Lose your girlfriend Abigail on the same day? Have two drinks. Lose your job because your girlfriend Abigail was actually the boss’s estranged wife? Drink the entire bottle.
Like my good fr... | I am a shitty, shitty writer. ^^^^ask ^^^^me ^^^^anything! If you don’t know that, you clearly haven’t read any of the crap have I squeezed out. Drag yourself through just one paragraph of any of my works and you’ll be convinced. If you really can’t be arsed, – I won’t hold it against you – I will just present you wit... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | I hadn't been home in 12 years. My parents had passed back in 2010, and my sister was still living in Maryland as far as I knew. Even after all these years, I'd never had another home; I'd never had another personal address. I don't consider the barracks or the various safehouses to be personal abodes. Same to be said ... | I am a shitty, shitty writer. ^^^^ask ^^^^me ^^^^anything! If you don’t know that, you clearly haven’t read any of the crap have I squeezed out. Drag yourself through just one paragraph of any of my works and you’ll be convinced. If you really can’t be arsed, – I won’t hold it against you – I will just present you wit... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | I stare at the phone skeptically as it continues to ring. After the third ring, I answer. Hello? who is this? "Hello, Mr. Ross. It's good to hear you found it, and right on time, it seems". What? How do you know me? When did you put this phone here? *looks around* ....Where are you? "Why do you ask? Are you concerned ... | I am a shitty, shitty writer. ^^^^ask ^^^^me ^^^^anything! If you don’t know that, you clearly haven’t read any of the crap have I squeezed out. Drag yourself through just one paragraph of any of my works and you’ll be convinced. If you really can’t be arsed, – I won’t hold it against you – I will just present you wit... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "Hello?" I said picking up the phone with trembling hands.
"I have just one question..." Said the man from the other line. Sounding as if he was a announcer for a sport.
"Are you ready?" He said again
"Ready for what?" I said rembling... I was scared . I could hear trumpets coming from his line.
"ARE YOU READY FOR ... | I am a shitty, shitty writer. ^^^^ask ^^^^me ^^^^anything! If you don’t know that, you clearly haven’t read any of the crap have I squeezed out. Drag yourself through just one paragraph of any of my works and you’ll be convinced. If you really can’t be arsed, – I won’t hold it against you – I will just present you wit... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "...hello?"
"I know who you are, Sam. If you want your belongings back-"
"Wait, Jerry? What the hell man?"
Jerry laughs uncontrollably for a time, and when he finally regains his breath, says, "I dug that time capsule of yours up two days ago and put a phone in there to fuck with you. Yeah, I have all your old shi... | I am a shitty, shitty writer. ^^^^ask ^^^^me ^^^^anything! If you don’t know that, you clearly haven’t read any of the crap have I squeezed out. Drag yourself through just one paragraph of any of my works and you’ll be convinced. If you really can’t be arsed, – I won’t hold it against you – I will just present you wit... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | It is my own personal philosophy that most of the problems in the world can be solved with a drink. Lose your job? Have a drink. Lose your girlfriend Abigail on the same day? Have two drinks. Lose your job because your girlfriend Abigail was actually the boss’s estranged wife? Drink the entire bottle.
Like my good fr... | “Hello?” Joel answered the phone.
“Hello, how are you today?” The polite and prompt voice said.
“I’m fine… I guess, do you want to explain what this is all about? I was planning to find trinkets and memorabilia, instead I find a phone… a new one at that.”
“Congratulations you have won one of our contests. You have b... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | I hadn't been home in 12 years. My parents had passed back in 2010, and my sister was still living in Maryland as far as I knew. Even after all these years, I'd never had another home; I'd never had another personal address. I don't consider the barracks or the various safehouses to be personal abodes. Same to be said ... | “Hello?” Joel answered the phone.
“Hello, how are you today?” The polite and prompt voice said.
“I’m fine… I guess, do you want to explain what this is all about? I was planning to find trinkets and memorabilia, instead I find a phone… a new one at that.”
“Congratulations you have won one of our contests. You have b... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | I stare at the phone skeptically as it continues to ring. After the third ring, I answer. Hello? who is this? "Hello, Mr. Ross. It's good to hear you found it, and right on time, it seems". What? How do you know me? When did you put this phone here? *looks around* ....Where are you? "Why do you ask? Are you concerned ... | “Hello?” Joel answered the phone.
“Hello, how are you today?” The polite and prompt voice said.
“I’m fine… I guess, do you want to explain what this is all about? I was planning to find trinkets and memorabilia, instead I find a phone… a new one at that.”
“Congratulations you have won one of our contests. You have b... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "Hello?" I said picking up the phone with trembling hands.
"I have just one question..." Said the man from the other line. Sounding as if he was a announcer for a sport.
"Are you ready?" He said again
"Ready for what?" I said rembling... I was scared . I could hear trumpets coming from his line.
"ARE YOU READY FOR ... | “Hello?” Joel answered the phone.
“Hello, how are you today?” The polite and prompt voice said.
“I’m fine… I guess, do you want to explain what this is all about? I was planning to find trinkets and memorabilia, instead I find a phone… a new one at that.”
“Congratulations you have won one of our contests. You have b... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "...hello?"
"I know who you are, Sam. If you want your belongings back-"
"Wait, Jerry? What the hell man?"
Jerry laughs uncontrollably for a time, and when he finally regains his breath, says, "I dug that time capsule of yours up two days ago and put a phone in there to fuck with you. Yeah, I have all your old shi... | “Hello?” Joel answered the phone.
“Hello, how are you today?” The polite and prompt voice said.
“I’m fine… I guess, do you want to explain what this is all about? I was planning to find trinkets and memorabilia, instead I find a phone… a new one at that.”
“Congratulations you have won one of our contests. You have b... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | I hadn't been home in 12 years. My parents had passed back in 2010, and my sister was still living in Maryland as far as I knew. Even after all these years, I'd never had another home; I'd never had another personal address. I don't consider the barracks or the various safehouses to be personal abodes. Same to be said ... | Least I could say was I was shocked. I haven't used this phone in so long, was there even service going toward it? How was it even ringing, wouldn't the battery have been drained by now?
I reached toward the phone, jittering in the slightly dusty box, and stopped myself.
Never once in this time did I consider who th... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | I stare at the phone skeptically as it continues to ring. After the third ring, I answer. Hello? who is this? "Hello, Mr. Ross. It's good to hear you found it, and right on time, it seems". What? How do you know me? When did you put this phone here? *looks around* ....Where are you? "Why do you ask? Are you concerned ... | Least I could say was I was shocked. I haven't used this phone in so long, was there even service going toward it? How was it even ringing, wouldn't the battery have been drained by now?
I reached toward the phone, jittering in the slightly dusty box, and stopped myself.
Never once in this time did I consider who th... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "Hello?" I said picking up the phone with trembling hands.
"I have just one question..." Said the man from the other line. Sounding as if he was a announcer for a sport.
"Are you ready?" He said again
"Ready for what?" I said rembling... I was scared . I could hear trumpets coming from his line.
"ARE YOU READY FOR ... | Least I could say was I was shocked. I haven't used this phone in so long, was there even service going toward it? How was it even ringing, wouldn't the battery have been drained by now?
I reached toward the phone, jittering in the slightly dusty box, and stopped myself.
Never once in this time did I consider who th... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | I stare at the phone skeptically as it continues to ring. After the third ring, I answer. Hello? who is this? "Hello, Mr. Ross. It's good to hear you found it, and right on time, it seems". What? How do you know me? When did you put this phone here? *looks around* ....Where are you? "Why do you ask? Are you concerned ... | "Wait, what?!"
Those are all the words I can muster while I look at my empty shoe box from fifth grade and see a brand new Motorola resting where my matchbox cars and gameboy games should be.
"Where's all my stuff?!"
Right as a million questions start swirling around my head, the phone rings. The Final Countdown b... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "Hello?" I said picking up the phone with trembling hands.
"I have just one question..." Said the man from the other line. Sounding as if he was a announcer for a sport.
"Are you ready?" He said again
"Ready for what?" I said rembling... I was scared . I could hear trumpets coming from his line.
"ARE YOU READY FOR ... | "Wait, what?!"
Those are all the words I can muster while I look at my empty shoe box from fifth grade and see a brand new Motorola resting where my matchbox cars and gameboy games should be.
"Where's all my stuff?!"
Right as a million questions start swirling around my head, the phone rings. The Final Countdown b... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | I stare at the phone skeptically as it continues to ring. After the third ring, I answer. Hello? who is this? "Hello, Mr. Ross. It's good to hear you found it, and right on time, it seems". What? How do you know me? When did you put this phone here? *looks around* ....Where are you? "Why do you ask? Are you concerned ... | I look down at the phone with amazement. "It can't be, a moden touch screen phone. But it's 30 years since I placed items in this box". I then have a distant memory. "Oh, thats right. Apple just copies ideas from 30 years ago."
And everyone lives happily ever after. | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "Hello?" I said picking up the phone with trembling hands.
"I have just one question..." Said the man from the other line. Sounding as if he was a announcer for a sport.
"Are you ready?" He said again
"Ready for what?" I said rembling... I was scared . I could hear trumpets coming from his line.
"ARE YOU READY FOR ... | I look down at the phone with amazement. "It can't be, a moden touch screen phone. But it's 30 years since I placed items in this box". I then have a distant memory. "Oh, thats right. Apple just copies ideas from 30 years ago."
And everyone lives happily ever after. | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "Hello?" I said picking up the phone with trembling hands.
"I have just one question..." Said the man from the other line. Sounding as if he was a announcer for a sport.
"Are you ready?" He said again
"Ready for what?" I said rembling... I was scared . I could hear trumpets coming from his line.
"ARE YOU READY FOR ... | It is my own personal philosophy that most of the problems in the world can be solved with a drink. Lose your job? Have a drink. Lose your girlfriend Abigail on the same day? Have two drinks. Lose your job because your girlfriend Abigail was actually the boss’s estranged wife? Drink the entire bottle.
Like my good fr... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "Hello?" I said picking up the phone with trembling hands.
"I have just one question..." Said the man from the other line. Sounding as if he was a announcer for a sport.
"Are you ready?" He said again
"Ready for what?" I said rembling... I was scared . I could hear trumpets coming from his line.
"ARE YOU READY FOR ... | I hadn't been home in 12 years. My parents had passed back in 2010, and my sister was still living in Maryland as far as I knew. Even after all these years, I'd never had another home; I'd never had another personal address. I don't consider the barracks or the various safehouses to be personal abodes. Same to be said ... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "Hello?" I said picking up the phone with trembling hands.
"I have just one question..." Said the man from the other line. Sounding as if he was a announcer for a sport.
"Are you ready?" He said again
"Ready for what?" I said rembling... I was scared . I could hear trumpets coming from his line.
"ARE YOU READY FOR ... | I stare at the phone skeptically as it continues to ring. After the third ring, I answer. Hello? who is this? "Hello, Mr. Ross. It's good to hear you found it, and right on time, it seems". What? How do you know me? When did you put this phone here? *looks around* ....Where are you? "Why do you ask? Are you concerned ... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "...hello?"
"I know who you are, Sam. If you want your belongings back-"
"Wait, Jerry? What the hell man?"
Jerry laughs uncontrollably for a time, and when he finally regains his breath, says, "I dug that time capsule of yours up two days ago and put a phone in there to fuck with you. Yeah, I have all your old shi... | "Hey dude- sorry about the time capsule. It's my fault they took it."
I scratched my nose, smearing the tip with wet dirt.
"Who's this?" I asked, holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I wiped my face with a sleeve. The pit I'd spent the past thirty minutes digging yawned before me like a laughing mou... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "I'm telling you I buried it under this tree!" I yelled as I stuck my shovel into the muddy ground, a few feet from another hole I had just recently finished digging. It had been twenty years since I had been home and almost nothing had changed. Well, except for the fact that my childhood home was now a hole in the gro... | "Hey dude- sorry about the time capsule. It's my fault they took it."
I scratched my nose, smearing the tip with wet dirt.
"Who's this?" I asked, holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I wiped my face with a sleeve. The pit I'd spent the past thirty minutes digging yawned before me like a laughing mou... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | As I strolled through the luscious green park of my old elementary school, brimming with shrubbery, moss, flowers of all colors and trees, a flood of memories shot into my head. All the pure fun I had as a kid, before college or shitty retail jobs, before broken hearts and a father that bails on you...I missed those d... | "Hey dude- sorry about the time capsule. It's my fault they took it."
I scratched my nose, smearing the tip with wet dirt.
"Who's this?" I asked, holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I wiped my face with a sleeve. The pit I'd spent the past thirty minutes digging yawned before me like a laughing mou... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "...hello?"
"I know who you are, Sam. If you want your belongings back-"
"Wait, Jerry? What the hell man?"
Jerry laughs uncontrollably for a time, and when he finally regains his breath, says, "I dug that time capsule of yours up two days ago and put a phone in there to fuck with you. Yeah, I have all your old shi... | "Hello?" I said hesitantly.
"It's me" the voice said.
"Who?"
"You know who" *I haven't had a clue*
"So how's Maggie?" *who the hell is Maggie?*
"Oh she's fine" I decided to play along.
"Are you going to the party?"
"Yeah, I guess"
"I can pick you up at 7"
"Ok, cool"
"Bye"
"Bye"
I hanged up. What... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "I'm telling you I buried it under this tree!" I yelled as I stuck my shovel into the muddy ground, a few feet from another hole I had just recently finished digging. It had been twenty years since I had been home and almost nothing had changed. Well, except for the fact that my childhood home was now a hole in the gro... | "Hello?" I said hesitantly.
"It's me" the voice said.
"Who?"
"You know who" *I haven't had a clue*
"So how's Maggie?" *who the hell is Maggie?*
"Oh she's fine" I decided to play along.
"Are you going to the party?"
"Yeah, I guess"
"I can pick you up at 7"
"Ok, cool"
"Bye"
"Bye"
I hanged up. What... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | As I strolled through the luscious green park of my old elementary school, brimming with shrubbery, moss, flowers of all colors and trees, a flood of memories shot into my head. All the pure fun I had as a kid, before college or shitty retail jobs, before broken hearts and a father that bails on you...I missed those d... | "Hello?" I said hesitantly.
"It's me" the voice said.
"Who?"
"You know who" *I haven't had a clue*
"So how's Maggie?" *who the hell is Maggie?*
"Oh she's fine" I decided to play along.
"Are you going to the party?"
"Yeah, I guess"
"I can pick you up at 7"
"Ok, cool"
"Bye"
"Bye"
I hanged up. What... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "I'm telling you I buried it under this tree!" I yelled as I stuck my shovel into the muddy ground, a few feet from another hole I had just recently finished digging. It had been twenty years since I had been home and almost nothing had changed. Well, except for the fact that my childhood home was now a hole in the gro... | Mayor Richards finished his speech about the history of Flaxcomb and, with the maximum gravitas he could muster, turned the latch on the metal box and lifted the lid.
A bit of dirt had migrated past the seal in the fifty years, coating the inside of the box. For a moment, he feared it was empty. It was well-known tha... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | As I strolled through the luscious green park of my old elementary school, brimming with shrubbery, moss, flowers of all colors and trees, a flood of memories shot into my head. All the pure fun I had as a kid, before college or shitty retail jobs, before broken hearts and a father that bails on you...I missed those d... | Mayor Richards finished his speech about the history of Flaxcomb and, with the maximum gravitas he could muster, turned the latch on the metal box and lifted the lid.
A bit of dirt had migrated past the seal in the fifty years, coating the inside of the box. For a moment, he feared it was empty. It was well-known tha... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | As I strolled through the luscious green park of my old elementary school, brimming with shrubbery, moss, flowers of all colors and trees, a flood of memories shot into my head. All the pure fun I had as a kid, before college or shitty retail jobs, before broken hearts and a father that bails on you...I missed those d... | "I'm telling you I buried it under this tree!" I yelled as I stuck my shovel into the muddy ground, a few feet from another hole I had just recently finished digging. It had been twenty years since I had been home and almost nothing had changed. Well, except for the fact that my childhood home was now a hole in the gro... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | As I strolled through the luscious green park of my old elementary school, brimming with shrubbery, moss, flowers of all colors and trees, a flood of memories shot into my head. All the pure fun I had as a kid, before college or shitty retail jobs, before broken hearts and a father that bails on you...I missed those d... | I looked down at the phone and then to the rest of the items in the time capsule. There were toys, a letter asking if I was still thinking about Bobby, and something that MIGHT have been a sandwich fifteen years ago. The phone ringing was weird, but the sandwich thing was weirder.
I grabbed the phone out of the box an... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | I pull the box from the grass, dust the dirt from the top, unlock the padlock, pull the lid open and have a heart
attack.
Well, not really, but I was pretty startled when I saw the iPhone between the old shirts and records and newspapers from the forties.
"What the hell?"
My great-grandfather buried this box sevent... | I looked down at the phone and then to the rest of the items in the time capsule. There were toys, a letter asking if I was still thinking about Bobby, and something that MIGHT have been a sandwich fifteen years ago. The phone ringing was weird, but the sandwich thing was weirder.
I grabbed the phone out of the box an... | |
[WP] You dig up a time capsule you buried years ago. Instead of memorabilia, you find a modern phone. It rings. | "What's your earliest memory?" a voice asked me over the phone.
I stared at the screen in disbelief. Instead of finding old pokemon cards and newspaper clippings that I'd put inside, my shoebox time capsule now contained a cell phone. And not the brick-sized monstrosities from when I was a kid: a sleek new iPhone in a... | I looked down at the phone and then to the rest of the items in the time capsule. There were toys, a letter asking if I was still thinking about Bobby, and something that MIGHT have been a sandwich fifteen years ago. The phone ringing was weird, but the sandwich thing was weirder.
I grabbed the phone out of the box an... | |
[WP] A Civil War where all the combatants are civil to one another. | #Title: Jolly Good War
"Pardon me, I *do* believe I've stabbed you."
"Quite all right for *I* had intended to stab you first."
"It's only right. It's only right."
The dialogue within the warzone was not the brutish hateful speech of traditional battles, but the genteel sort. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers ... | Nobody ran, they simply walked. Arthur T. Hevlinsworth, the respected and awed general rode atop his horse, which was trotting rather peacefully. Many tales were told about Arthur, and all held him in truly high esteem. It was said that he had once removed an enemy soldier from the field of battle, bought him lunch, pa... | |
WP inspired by https://www.reddit.com/r/whowouldwin/comments/2i9d1x/the_army_of_mordor_took_a_wrong_turn_and_goes_up/
Specifically by u/DistaNVDT
" People often bring up that the monsters will absolutely wreck shit and scare them senseless.
But look at it like this, there is no way in hell that, after scouting thei... | [WP] The army of Mordor has been transported to our world at the height of the Roman Empire. Rome has assembled its army and it's Caesar is about to give his pre-battle speech. | *Accidentally posted it before it was finished. Anyway, here it is, although, it's not a speech.*
____
The mortal men clashed against the Legion of the Damned sent down by the Gods themselves. Steel swords crossed paths with the rounded blunt weapons of the enemy. The distinct shouting of Roman commanders over the grue... | (I apologize in advance for this lacking a serious tone, but this is my legitimate idea of how that would go down)
Roman's!
I don't know what the fuck those things are, and the odds are against us! I mean, the barbarian tribes of Britannia staved us off, so these bastards might damn well have a chance at razing Rome... |
WP inspired by https://www.reddit.com/r/whowouldwin/comments/2i9d1x/the_army_of_mordor_took_a_wrong_turn_and_goes_up/
Specifically by u/DistaNVDT
" People often bring up that the monsters will absolutely wreck shit and scare them senseless.
But look at it like this, there is no way in hell that, after scouting thei... | [WP] The army of Mordor has been transported to our world at the height of the Roman Empire. Rome has assembled its army and it's Caesar is about to give his pre-battle speech. | (Note - I'm not sure of the difference between Greek vs Roman mythology but i'll just use Greek since I'm relatively sure they absorbed a lot of it)
Soldiers of Rome!
Everything you have heard is true. Hades himself has emerged from the underwold leading an army the likes of which we have never faced.Hades has decid... | (I apologize in advance for this lacking a serious tone, but this is my legitimate idea of how that would go down)
Roman's!
I don't know what the fuck those things are, and the odds are against us! I mean, the barbarian tribes of Britannia staved us off, so these bastards might damn well have a chance at razing Rome... |
WP inspired by https://www.reddit.com/r/whowouldwin/comments/2i9d1x/the_army_of_mordor_took_a_wrong_turn_and_goes_up/
Specifically by u/DistaNVDT
" People often bring up that the monsters will absolutely wreck shit and scare them senseless.
But look at it like this, there is no way in hell that, after scouting thei... | [WP] The army of Mordor has been transported to our world at the height of the Roman Empire. Rome has assembled its army and it's Caesar is about to give his pre-battle speech. | Senators, commoners, soldiers...Whether by way of the blade, or by decay of the flesh, **we will all die**. It is the end that the Fates write for all of us.
In the ancient times, mortals fought against horrible writhing beasts. When faced with the most ruthless and hideous evils that threatened the lives of their fam... | (I apologize in advance for this lacking a serious tone, but this is my legitimate idea of how that would go down)
Roman's!
I don't know what the fuck those things are, and the odds are against us! I mean, the barbarian tribes of Britannia staved us off, so these bastards might damn well have a chance at razing Rome... |
WP inspired by https://www.reddit.com/r/whowouldwin/comments/2i9d1x/the_army_of_mordor_took_a_wrong_turn_and_goes_up/
Specifically by u/DistaNVDT
" People often bring up that the monsters will absolutely wreck shit and scare them senseless.
But look at it like this, there is no way in hell that, after scouting thei... | [WP] The army of Mordor has been transported to our world at the height of the Roman Empire. Rome has assembled its army and it's Caesar is about to give his pre-battle speech. | (Note - I'm not sure of the difference between Greek vs Roman mythology but i'll just use Greek since I'm relatively sure they absorbed a lot of it)
Soldiers of Rome!
Everything you have heard is true. Hades himself has emerged from the underwold leading an army the likes of which we have never faced.Hades has decid... | *Accidentally posted it before it was finished. Anyway, here it is, although, it's not a speech.*
____
The mortal men clashed against the Legion of the Damned sent down by the Gods themselves. Steel swords crossed paths with the rounded blunt weapons of the enemy. The distinct shouting of Roman commanders over the grue... |
WP inspired by https://www.reddit.com/r/whowouldwin/comments/2i9d1x/the_army_of_mordor_took_a_wrong_turn_and_goes_up/
Specifically by u/DistaNVDT
" People often bring up that the monsters will absolutely wreck shit and scare them senseless.
But look at it like this, there is no way in hell that, after scouting thei... | [WP] The army of Mordor has been transported to our world at the height of the Roman Empire. Rome has assembled its army and it's Caesar is about to give his pre-battle speech. | Senators, commoners, soldiers...Whether by way of the blade, or by decay of the flesh, **we will all die**. It is the end that the Fates write for all of us.
In the ancient times, mortals fought against horrible writhing beasts. When faced with the most ruthless and hideous evils that threatened the lives of their fam... | *Accidentally posted it before it was finished. Anyway, here it is, although, it's not a speech.*
____
The mortal men clashed against the Legion of the Damned sent down by the Gods themselves. Steel swords crossed paths with the rounded blunt weapons of the enemy. The distinct shouting of Roman commanders over the grue... |
EDIT : Thanks for the excellent responses! A round of applause for everyone. | [WP] A love story that starts and ends in 7 days. From strangers to strangers. | Takashi sat silently in the new Lexus, scanning the area for threats.
Yokari-san was generous to those who served him well, and the new car was to show his appreciation to Takashi for keeping his only daughter safe the last three years.
The neon sign flashed its signal to the night. Dance. As if Yuki needed to know h... | The first day was magnificent.
I could see her everywhere I went.
In my coffee, in my shoes,
In the t.v while watching news.
She had me acting like a kid.
Though I didn't know her name.
On the second day, a slow approach.
I felt I had to make the most.
I looked at her and she at me.
We both saw the spark quite instant... |
EDIT : Thanks for the excellent responses! A round of applause for everyone. | [WP] A love story that starts and ends in 7 days. From strangers to strangers. | The day I met Opal wasn't exactly special. It was an ordinary Saturday, overcast, a little nippy. Nippy enough to warrant a scarf, at least. Despite the chill, my whim compelled me to make an extra stop on my afternoon walk, between the post office and the grocery store. It was a place I'd visited before, and the resid... | The first day was magnificent.
I could see her everywhere I went.
In my coffee, in my shoes,
In the t.v while watching news.
She had me acting like a kid.
Though I didn't know her name.
On the second day, a slow approach.
I felt I had to make the most.
I looked at her and she at me.
We both saw the spark quite instant... |
EDIT : Thanks for the excellent responses! A round of applause for everyone. | [WP] A love story that starts and ends in 7 days. From strangers to strangers. | Monday morning. I first saw him on the train and then again in the hotel lobby. He was tall, handsome in his business suit and maybe a little old for me. But there was still something there I found intriguing. I overheard him say he was going to be staying for a week. Sheena checked him in and gave him room 704, one of... | The first day was magnificent.
I could see her everywhere I went.
In my coffee, in my shoes,
In the t.v while watching news.
She had me acting like a kid.
Though I didn't know her name.
On the second day, a slow approach.
I felt I had to make the most.
I looked at her and she at me.
We both saw the spark quite instant... |
EDIT : Thanks for the excellent responses! A round of applause for everyone. | [WP] A love story that starts and ends in 7 days. From strangers to strangers. | Monday morning. I first saw him on the train and then again in the hotel lobby. He was tall, handsome in his business suit and maybe a little old for me. But there was still something there I found intriguing. I overheard him say he was going to be staying for a week. Sheena checked him in and gave him room 704, one of... | Takashi sat silently in the new Lexus, scanning the area for threats.
Yokari-san was generous to those who served him well, and the new car was to show his appreciation to Takashi for keeping his only daughter safe the last three years.
The neon sign flashed its signal to the night. Dance. As if Yuki needed to know h... |
EDIT : Thanks for the excellent responses! A round of applause for everyone. | [WP] A love story that starts and ends in 7 days. From strangers to strangers. | Monday morning. I first saw him on the train and then again in the hotel lobby. He was tall, handsome in his business suit and maybe a little old for me. But there was still something there I found intriguing. I overheard him say he was going to be staying for a week. Sheena checked him in and gave him room 704, one of... | The day I met Opal wasn't exactly special. It was an ordinary Saturday, overcast, a little nippy. Nippy enough to warrant a scarf, at least. Despite the chill, my whim compelled me to make an extra stop on my afternoon walk, between the post office and the grocery store. It was a place I'd visited before, and the resid... |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | It's tough work, being a Death Corrections Officer. You see some really messed up shit down there, but the worst thing is, there's not a single person in the DCO who will give you an ounce of sympathy. They've all seen things just as bad as you have, and they're struggling through just fine, so why should you need any ... | Originally I dismissed them. I mean, who doesn't get chills from time to time? Right? Sometimes they can be quite satisfying, like a release in your system. Only recently did they start to get...unnerving.
They started out in little waves- lasting for a few seconds longer each time they occurred; perhaps two every min... | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | I was tapping away, excited. *Finally* I'd cracked this algorithm, and now my code was flowing freely from my fingers into the editor. The moments of breakthrough really made being a programmer a joy.
*Save. Commit.* Now I just wait for the compiler, and...
That's when it happened. A shudder ran through my body,... | Originally I dismissed them. I mean, who doesn't get chills from time to time? Right? Sometimes they can be quite satisfying, like a release in your system. Only recently did they start to get...unnerving.
They started out in little waves- lasting for a few seconds longer each time they occurred; perhaps two every min... | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | "Ahhhhhh" I exhaled as I felt the last of my long awaited piss trickle out of me. Just as I started to shake, I felt an all to familiar feeling; a cold chill running up the back of my spine and I knew I had lost more than just my urine. | Originally I dismissed them. I mean, who doesn't get chills from time to time? Right? Sometimes they can be quite satisfying, like a release in your system. Only recently did they start to get...unnerving.
They started out in little waves- lasting for a few seconds longer each time they occurred; perhaps two every min... | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | George Brownlee was a spectacularly unlucky man. Or rather, just a particularly morose one--prone to bouts of depression and fits of suicide. All told, he had probably died hundreds of times in as many worlds. And it seems his many manifestations mostly all had a penchant for killing themselves.
*This* George Brownlee... | Originally I dismissed them. I mean, who doesn't get chills from time to time? Right? Sometimes they can be quite satisfying, like a release in your system. Only recently did they start to get...unnerving.
They started out in little waves- lasting for a few seconds longer each time they occurred; perhaps two every min... | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | I'm new on reddit. Sort of. And I know this is late, by nearly a month, but this is the post that got me to finally sign up for reddit and well this is is my attempt at a writing prompt. Also very first post on reddit.
Ripples
She stood before the still water like a wh... | Originally I dismissed them. I mean, who doesn't get chills from time to time? Right? Sometimes they can be quite satisfying, like a release in your system. Only recently did they start to get...unnerving.
They started out in little waves- lasting for a few seconds longer each time they occurred; perhaps two every min... | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | I was the first case they encountered. They said it was some sort of "trans-dimensional quantum entanglement". I don't really know or care what the fuck that means. I probably should, it's unwilling incarceration, and ethical horrors I can't even begin to describe.
Dr. Krosky explained it, in the beginning. He sai... | Originally I dismissed them. I mean, who doesn't get chills from time to time? Right? Sometimes they can be quite satisfying, like a release in your system. Only recently did they start to get...unnerving.
They started out in little waves- lasting for a few seconds longer each time they occurred; perhaps two every min... | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | It's tough work, being a Death Corrections Officer. You see some really messed up shit down there, but the worst thing is, there's not a single person in the DCO who will give you an ounce of sympathy. They've all seen things just as bad as you have, and they're struggling through just fine, so why should you need any ... | I have thought that every close call or times when you would have been in a position to die (hopping off a train that later crashed) is in reality your self conscious moving to a different universe from the one where you actually die.
Talk about leveling up | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | I was tapping away, excited. *Finally* I'd cracked this algorithm, and now my code was flowing freely from my fingers into the editor. The moments of breakthrough really made being a programmer a joy.
*Save. Commit.* Now I just wait for the compiler, and...
That's when it happened. A shudder ran through my body,... | I have thought that every close call or times when you would have been in a position to die (hopping off a train that later crashed) is in reality your self conscious moving to a different universe from the one where you actually die.
Talk about leveling up | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | "Ahhhhhh" I exhaled as I felt the last of my long awaited piss trickle out of me. Just as I started to shake, I felt an all to familiar feeling; a cold chill running up the back of my spine and I knew I had lost more than just my urine. | I have thought that every close call or times when you would have been in a position to die (hopping off a train that later crashed) is in reality your self conscious moving to a different universe from the one where you actually die.
Talk about leveling up | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | George Brownlee was a spectacularly unlucky man. Or rather, just a particularly morose one--prone to bouts of depression and fits of suicide. All told, he had probably died hundreds of times in as many worlds. And it seems his many manifestations mostly all had a penchant for killing themselves.
*This* George Brownlee... | I have thought that every close call or times when you would have been in a position to die (hopping off a train that later crashed) is in reality your self conscious moving to a different universe from the one where you actually die.
Talk about leveling up | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | I'm new on reddit. Sort of. And I know this is late, by nearly a month, but this is the post that got me to finally sign up for reddit and well this is is my attempt at a writing prompt. Also very first post on reddit.
Ripples
She stood before the still water like a wh... | I have thought that every close call or times when you would have been in a position to die (hopping off a train that later crashed) is in reality your self conscious moving to a different universe from the one where you actually die.
Talk about leveling up | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | I was the first case they encountered. They said it was some sort of "trans-dimensional quantum entanglement". I don't really know or care what the fuck that means. I probably should, it's unwilling incarceration, and ethical horrors I can't even begin to describe.
Dr. Krosky explained it, in the beginning. He sai... | I have thought that every close call or times when you would have been in a position to die (hopping off a train that later crashed) is in reality your self conscious moving to a different universe from the one where you actually die.
Talk about leveling up | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | It's tough work, being a Death Corrections Officer. You see some really messed up shit down there, but the worst thing is, there's not a single person in the DCO who will give you an ounce of sympathy. They've all seen things just as bad as you have, and they're struggling through just fine, so why should you need any ... | You know growing up in the south I've always heard that a chill down your spine meant someone just walked across your grave but I like this better. The shiver is like a survivor's guilt thing. I'm going to start spreading this as the new idiom of our generation. | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | I was tapping away, excited. *Finally* I'd cracked this algorithm, and now my code was flowing freely from my fingers into the editor. The moments of breakthrough really made being a programmer a joy.
*Save. Commit.* Now I just wait for the compiler, and...
That's when it happened. A shudder ran through my body,... | You know growing up in the south I've always heard that a chill down your spine meant someone just walked across your grave but I like this better. The shiver is like a survivor's guilt thing. I'm going to start spreading this as the new idiom of our generation. | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | "Ahhhhhh" I exhaled as I felt the last of my long awaited piss trickle out of me. Just as I started to shake, I felt an all to familiar feeling; a cold chill running up the back of my spine and I knew I had lost more than just my urine. | You know growing up in the south I've always heard that a chill down your spine meant someone just walked across your grave but I like this better. The shiver is like a survivor's guilt thing. I'm going to start spreading this as the new idiom of our generation. | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | George Brownlee was a spectacularly unlucky man. Or rather, just a particularly morose one--prone to bouts of depression and fits of suicide. All told, he had probably died hundreds of times in as many worlds. And it seems his many manifestations mostly all had a penchant for killing themselves.
*This* George Brownlee... | You know growing up in the south I've always heard that a chill down your spine meant someone just walked across your grave but I like this better. The shiver is like a survivor's guilt thing. I'm going to start spreading this as the new idiom of our generation. | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | I'm new on reddit. Sort of. And I know this is late, by nearly a month, but this is the post that got me to finally sign up for reddit and well this is is my attempt at a writing prompt. Also very first post on reddit.
Ripples
She stood before the still water like a wh... | You know growing up in the south I've always heard that a chill down your spine meant someone just walked across your grave but I like this better. The shiver is like a survivor's guilt thing. I'm going to start spreading this as the new idiom of our generation. | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | I was the first case they encountered. They said it was some sort of "trans-dimensional quantum entanglement". I don't really know or care what the fuck that means. I probably should, it's unwilling incarceration, and ethical horrors I can't even begin to describe.
Dr. Krosky explained it, in the beginning. He sai... | You know growing up in the south I've always heard that a chill down your spine meant someone just walked across your grave but I like this better. The shiver is like a survivor's guilt thing. I'm going to start spreading this as the new idiom of our generation. | |
[WP] Whenever you get chills, you just died in an alternate universe. | "Ahhhhhh" I exhaled as I felt the last of my long awaited piss trickle out of me. Just as I started to shake, I felt an all to familiar feeling; a cold chill running up the back of my spine and I knew I had lost more than just my urine. | Rick: "Do you want me to explain the math Morty?! Do you?! Put some damn clothes on, otherwise the council of Rick will come after me again!" |
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