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[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | I step forward into a well lit bar. The place is completely empty except for Al Pachino sitting on a bar stool under a pin spot on the center stage wailing on a harmonica. I look down and I’m dressed in a perfectly tailored three piece suit, and my shoes glow in the light softened by red gels. Al is now playing hook... | For a while, there had been silence.
Have you ever been on a ride at an amusement park that goes at once from a high speed to a complete stop, or been in a car accident and found yourself thrown against the seat-belt? That is precisely what it felt like when Elliot went to Hell: like he had been going very fast and ha... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | The soft tones of the ancient wind instrument trailed off as the Lord of Hell finally acknowledged my presence in his domain
“You…play the harmonica?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around the features that now surrounded me.
He set his harmonica down on a nearby table that was formed out of pumice, and had s... | For a while, there had been silence.
Have you ever been on a ride at an amusement park that goes at once from a high speed to a complete stop, or been in a car accident and found yourself thrown against the seat-belt? That is precisely what it felt like when Elliot went to Hell: like he had been going very fast and ha... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | All around me were the ruins of what once must have been a great city, now deserted, and devoid of any life - human or otherwise. Snowflakes kept falling from the ever-grey sky, covering the broken buildings and streets with a thin, white dusting. I shivered.
In the distance someone was playing the harmonica, a sad an... | I died screaming. That kind of happens when a 300lb hell cat was eating your face. But I woke up so it was a little anticlimactic. I always thought I'd be awed by what I saw on the other side, but nah the last couple years of apocalypse level jackassery beat it out of me.
The landscape was a ruin of burnt trees and b... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | I step forward into a well lit bar. The place is completely empty except for Al Pachino sitting on a bar stool under a pin spot on the center stage wailing on a harmonica. I look down and I’m dressed in a perfectly tailored three piece suit, and my shoes glow in the light softened by red gels. Al is now playing hook... | I died screaming. That kind of happens when a 300lb hell cat was eating your face. But I woke up so it was a little anticlimactic. I always thought I'd be awed by what I saw on the other side, but nah the last couple years of apocalypse level jackassery beat it out of me.
The landscape was a ruin of burnt trees and b... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | The soft tones of the ancient wind instrument trailed off as the Lord of Hell finally acknowledged my presence in his domain
“You…play the harmonica?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around the features that now surrounded me.
He set his harmonica down on a nearby table that was formed out of pumice, and had s... | I died screaming. That kind of happens when a 300lb hell cat was eating your face. But I woke up so it was a little anticlimactic. I always thought I'd be awed by what I saw on the other side, but nah the last couple years of apocalypse level jackassery beat it out of me.
The landscape was a ruin of burnt trees and b... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | All around me were the ruins of what once must have been a great city, now deserted, and devoid of any life - human or otherwise. Snowflakes kept falling from the ever-grey sky, covering the broken buildings and streets with a thin, white dusting. I shivered.
In the distance someone was playing the harmonica, a sad an... | Satan sat there, the Harmonica dangling from his hands as I arrived.
Poof! of brimstone, a flash of light was all it took...very theatrical and a bit cliche to be honest.
"So....so...I'm condemned to Hell for all Eternity?", I whispered to the demonic shape sitting on an ordinary sofa, a sad lost look on his face.
"... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | I step forward into a well lit bar. The place is completely empty except for Al Pachino sitting on a bar stool under a pin spot on the center stage wailing on a harmonica. I look down and I’m dressed in a perfectly tailored three piece suit, and my shoes glow in the light softened by red gels. Al is now playing hook... | Satan sat there, the Harmonica dangling from his hands as I arrived.
Poof! of brimstone, a flash of light was all it took...very theatrical and a bit cliche to be honest.
"So....so...I'm condemned to Hell for all Eternity?", I whispered to the demonic shape sitting on an ordinary sofa, a sad lost look on his face.
"... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | The soft tones of the ancient wind instrument trailed off as the Lord of Hell finally acknowledged my presence in his domain
“You…play the harmonica?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around the features that now surrounded me.
He set his harmonica down on a nearby table that was formed out of pumice, and had s... | Satan sat there, the Harmonica dangling from his hands as I arrived.
Poof! of brimstone, a flash of light was all it took...very theatrical and a bit cliche to be honest.
"So....so...I'm condemned to Hell for all Eternity?", I whispered to the demonic shape sitting on an ordinary sofa, a sad lost look on his face.
"... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | It sounds weird to think that to myself, but I was dead and now here I am. I was old when I died, lived a very good life, or at least it was entertaining.
Oh, the things I've done, the places I visited, the girls I loved, I can remember them very well; too well in fact. Every small detail I forgot in my old age I cou... | Satan sat there, the Harmonica dangling from his hands as I arrived.
Poof! of brimstone, a flash of light was all it took...very theatrical and a bit cliche to be honest.
"So....so...I'm condemned to Hell for all Eternity?", I whispered to the demonic shape sitting on an ordinary sofa, a sad lost look on his face.
"... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | The soft tones of the ancient wind instrument trailed off as the Lord of Hell finally acknowledged my presence in his domain
“You…play the harmonica?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around the features that now surrounded me.
He set his harmonica down on a nearby table that was formed out of pumice, and had s... | Over the crackling of the fire, a soft tune floated on the sulfuric air. Crossing the caverns and tunnels of Hell, the tune echoed through Hell's empty halls.
When Dave awoke, it was to find himself alone, save for fire, and that sad tune. Dave scratched his head. How did he end up here? Where even was her-.
"Oh." Da... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | It sounds weird to think that to myself, but I was dead and now here I am. I was old when I died, lived a very good life, or at least it was entertaining.
Oh, the things I've done, the places I visited, the girls I loved, I can remember them very well; too well in fact. Every small detail I forgot in my old age I cou... | Over the crackling of the fire, a soft tune floated on the sulfuric air. Crossing the caverns and tunnels of Hell, the tune echoed through Hell's empty halls.
When Dave awoke, it was to find himself alone, save for fire, and that sad tune. Dave scratched his head. How did he end up here? Where even was her-.
"Oh." Da... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | It sounds weird to think that to myself, but I was dead and now here I am. I was old when I died, lived a very good life, or at least it was entertaining.
Oh, the things I've done, the places I visited, the girls I loved, I can remember them very well; too well in fact. Every small detail I forgot in my old age I cou... | He followed the lilting notes down empty corridors crusted with flecks of blood and gore.
He walked past cages crafted of bone that stood wide open, past the scattered and abandoned tools of torture. It was all too visceral to provide him with the illusion that he was drifting in some never-ending nightmare and would... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | I expected to go to hell, I expected the lava, the spiky grass, hell I even expected the solidarity. I had used it myself on many people, its delightful to watch.
I did not expect music.
Someone was playing the harmonica, and awfully at that. The notes were completely off, the person, if it was a person, repeated t... | He followed the lilting notes down empty corridors crusted with flecks of blood and gore.
He walked past cages crafted of bone that stood wide open, past the scattered and abandoned tools of torture. It was all too visceral to provide him with the illusion that he was drifting in some never-ending nightmare and would... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | For ages, at least that's how it seemed, there was only darkness. I couldn't count my breaths, because it seemed as if I didn't need to breathe anymore. So I counted as high as I could possibly count. Three times. Finally, I could see muted yellow light.
In an instant my feet touched solid ground. My legs shook, but ... | He followed the lilting notes down empty corridors crusted with flecks of blood and gore.
He walked past cages crafted of bone that stood wide open, past the scattered and abandoned tools of torture. It was all too visceral to provide him with the illusion that he was drifting in some never-ending nightmare and would... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | There he was. He wasn't big or muscular. He didn't even give off an otherworldly feeling of terror like Jones always suspected he would. Instead, he gave Jones the impression of someone terribly lonely. Without Jones realizing, the Devil had stopped quietly playing his harmonica and had been staring as openly as Jones ... | He followed the lilting notes down empty corridors crusted with flecks of blood and gore.
He walked past cages crafted of bone that stood wide open, past the scattered and abandoned tools of torture. It was all too visceral to provide him with the illusion that he was drifting in some never-ending nightmare and would... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | There he sat on the stool, the same red-faced ruler of the underworld that I'd heard so much about. He wore a suit, his tie hanging loose and his collar unbuttoned, revealing a bit of his crimson chest. His Panama hat was tilted to just above his eyes, which gazed down at his harp and payed me no heed.
He played a ba... | He followed the lilting notes down empty corridors crusted with flecks of blood and gore.
He walked past cages crafted of bone that stood wide open, past the scattered and abandoned tools of torture. It was all too visceral to provide him with the illusion that he was drifting in some never-ending nightmare and would... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | There he was. The devil sat there by himself, legs dangling off of a ledge. He grasped a harmonica in his hands and between his lips, out of which came music that was not as sad as one might expect in such a situation. Rather, it was an utterly beautiful, complex piece that moved me to sadness because it had no audien... | He followed the lilting notes down empty corridors crusted with flecks of blood and gore.
He walked past cages crafted of bone that stood wide open, past the scattered and abandoned tools of torture. It was all too visceral to provide him with the illusion that he was drifting in some never-ending nightmare and would... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | “Next stop, the inner circle of Hell,” our tour guide angel announced in a cheery voice. I looked at my wife and raised my eyebrows. She took my hand and patted it.
“Probably where you would have ended up if you hadn’t met me,” she whispered.
Our cloud train came to a stop before a large glass window. Beyond the w... | He followed the lilting notes down empty corridors crusted with flecks of blood and gore.
He walked past cages crafted of bone that stood wide open, past the scattered and abandoned tools of torture. It was all too visceral to provide him with the illusion that he was drifting in some never-ending nightmare and would... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | When you consider that Judgement isn't graded on a bell curve and is, in fact, a super stringent set of requirements that one was meant to follow over what seemed, at the time, an incredibly long amount of time one would assume hell would be practically filled to the brim.
So when I found myself utterly alone in an e... | He followed the lilting notes down empty corridors crusted with flecks of blood and gore.
He walked past cages crafted of bone that stood wide open, past the scattered and abandoned tools of torture. It was all too visceral to provide him with the illusion that he was drifting in some never-ending nightmare and would... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | For ages, at least that's how it seemed, there was only darkness. I couldn't count my breaths, because it seemed as if I didn't need to breathe anymore. So I counted as high as I could possibly count. Three times. Finally, I could see muted yellow light.
In an instant my feet touched solid ground. My legs shook, but ... | I expected to go to hell, I expected the lava, the spiky grass, hell I even expected the solidarity. I had used it myself on many people, its delightful to watch.
I did not expect music.
Someone was playing the harmonica, and awfully at that. The notes were completely off, the person, if it was a person, repeated t... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | There he was. He wasn't big or muscular. He didn't even give off an otherworldly feeling of terror like Jones always suspected he would. Instead, he gave Jones the impression of someone terribly lonely. Without Jones realizing, the Devil had stopped quietly playing his harmonica and had been staring as openly as Jones ... | I expected to go to hell, I expected the lava, the spiky grass, hell I even expected the solidarity. I had used it myself on many people, its delightful to watch.
I did not expect music.
Someone was playing the harmonica, and awfully at that. The notes were completely off, the person, if it was a person, repeated t... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | There he was. The devil sat there by himself, legs dangling off of a ledge. He grasped a harmonica in his hands and between his lips, out of which came music that was not as sad as one might expect in such a situation. Rather, it was an utterly beautiful, complex piece that moved me to sadness because it had no audien... | I expected to go to hell, I expected the lava, the spiky grass, hell I even expected the solidarity. I had used it myself on many people, its delightful to watch.
I did not expect music.
Someone was playing the harmonica, and awfully at that. The notes were completely off, the person, if it was a person, repeated t... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | “Next stop, the inner circle of Hell,” our tour guide angel announced in a cheery voice. I looked at my wife and raised my eyebrows. She took my hand and patted it.
“Probably where you would have ended up if you hadn’t met me,” she whispered.
Our cloud train came to a stop before a large glass window. Beyond the w... | I expected to go to hell, I expected the lava, the spiky grass, hell I even expected the solidarity. I had used it myself on many people, its delightful to watch.
I did not expect music.
Someone was playing the harmonica, and awfully at that. The notes were completely off, the person, if it was a person, repeated t... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | When you consider that Judgement isn't graded on a bell curve and is, in fact, a super stringent set of requirements that one was meant to follow over what seemed, at the time, an incredibly long amount of time one would assume hell would be practically filled to the brim.
So when I found myself utterly alone in an e... | I expected to go to hell, I expected the lava, the spiky grass, hell I even expected the solidarity. I had used it myself on many people, its delightful to watch.
I did not expect music.
Someone was playing the harmonica, and awfully at that. The notes were completely off, the person, if it was a person, repeated t... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | There he was. He wasn't big or muscular. He didn't even give off an otherworldly feeling of terror like Jones always suspected he would. Instead, he gave Jones the impression of someone terribly lonely. Without Jones realizing, the Devil had stopped quietly playing his harmonica and had been staring as openly as Jones ... |
"It's not really *such* a bad place, I think." Said the man.
He had set down his harmonica the moment that Jobe had come into the chamber, but the mysterious notes he had been playing still resonated darkly off of the smooth stone. Jobe stared at him. The man seemed so normal, so *ordinary*, that he almost didn't... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | There he sat on the stool, the same red-faced ruler of the underworld that I'd heard so much about. He wore a suit, his tie hanging loose and his collar unbuttoned, revealing a bit of his crimson chest. His Panama hat was tilted to just above his eyes, which gazed down at his harp and payed me no heed.
He played a ba... |
"It's not really *such* a bad place, I think." Said the man.
He had set down his harmonica the moment that Jobe had come into the chamber, but the mysterious notes he had been playing still resonated darkly off of the smooth stone. Jobe stared at him. The man seemed so normal, so *ordinary*, that he almost didn't... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | There he was. The devil sat there by himself, legs dangling off of a ledge. He grasped a harmonica in his hands and between his lips, out of which came music that was not as sad as one might expect in such a situation. Rather, it was an utterly beautiful, complex piece that moved me to sadness because it had no audien... |
"It's not really *such* a bad place, I think." Said the man.
He had set down his harmonica the moment that Jobe had come into the chamber, but the mysterious notes he had been playing still resonated darkly off of the smooth stone. Jobe stared at him. The man seemed so normal, so *ordinary*, that he almost didn't... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | “Next stop, the inner circle of Hell,” our tour guide angel announced in a cheery voice. I looked at my wife and raised my eyebrows. She took my hand and patted it.
“Probably where you would have ended up if you hadn’t met me,” she whispered.
Our cloud train came to a stop before a large glass window. Beyond the w... |
"It's not really *such* a bad place, I think." Said the man.
He had set down his harmonica the moment that Jobe had come into the chamber, but the mysterious notes he had been playing still resonated darkly off of the smooth stone. Jobe stared at him. The man seemed so normal, so *ordinary*, that he almost didn't... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | When you consider that Judgement isn't graded on a bell curve and is, in fact, a super stringent set of requirements that one was meant to follow over what seemed, at the time, an incredibly long amount of time one would assume hell would be practically filled to the brim.
So when I found myself utterly alone in an e... |
"It's not really *such* a bad place, I think." Said the man.
He had set down his harmonica the moment that Jobe had come into the chamber, but the mysterious notes he had been playing still resonated darkly off of the smooth stone. Jobe stared at him. The man seemed so normal, so *ordinary*, that he almost didn't... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | “Next stop, the inner circle of Hell,” our tour guide angel announced in a cheery voice. I looked at my wife and raised my eyebrows. She took my hand and patted it.
“Probably where you would have ended up if you hadn’t met me,” she whispered.
Our cloud train came to a stop before a large glass window. Beyond the w... | There he was. He wasn't big or muscular. He didn't even give off an otherworldly feeling of terror like Jones always suspected he would. Instead, he gave Jones the impression of someone terribly lonely. Without Jones realizing, the Devil had stopped quietly playing his harmonica and had been staring as openly as Jones ... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | There he was. The devil sat there by himself, legs dangling off of a ledge. He grasped a harmonica in his hands and between his lips, out of which came music that was not as sad as one might expect in such a situation. Rather, it was an utterly beautiful, complex piece that moved me to sadness because it had no audien... | There he sat on the stool, the same red-faced ruler of the underworld that I'd heard so much about. He wore a suit, his tie hanging loose and his collar unbuttoned, revealing a bit of his crimson chest. His Panama hat was tilted to just above his eyes, which gazed down at his harp and payed me no heed.
He played a ba... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | “Next stop, the inner circle of Hell,” our tour guide angel announced in a cheery voice. I looked at my wife and raised my eyebrows. She took my hand and patted it.
“Probably where you would have ended up if you hadn’t met me,” she whispered.
Our cloud train came to a stop before a large glass window. Beyond the w... | There he sat on the stool, the same red-faced ruler of the underworld that I'd heard so much about. He wore a suit, his tie hanging loose and his collar unbuttoned, revealing a bit of his crimson chest. His Panama hat was tilted to just above his eyes, which gazed down at his harp and payed me no heed.
He played a ba... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | When you consider that Judgement isn't graded on a bell curve and is, in fact, a super stringent set of requirements that one was meant to follow over what seemed, at the time, an incredibly long amount of time one would assume hell would be practically filled to the brim.
So when I found myself utterly alone in an e... | There he sat on the stool, the same red-faced ruler of the underworld that I'd heard so much about. He wore a suit, his tie hanging loose and his collar unbuttoned, revealing a bit of his crimson chest. His Panama hat was tilted to just above his eyes, which gazed down at his harp and payed me no heed.
He played a ba... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | “Next stop, the inner circle of Hell,” our tour guide angel announced in a cheery voice. I looked at my wife and raised my eyebrows. She took my hand and patted it.
“Probably where you would have ended up if you hadn’t met me,” she whispered.
Our cloud train came to a stop before a large glass window. Beyond the w... | There he was. The devil sat there by himself, legs dangling off of a ledge. He grasped a harmonica in his hands and between his lips, out of which came music that was not as sad as one might expect in such a situation. Rather, it was an utterly beautiful, complex piece that moved me to sadness because it had no audien... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | When you consider that Judgement isn't graded on a bell curve and is, in fact, a super stringent set of requirements that one was meant to follow over what seemed, at the time, an incredibly long amount of time one would assume hell would be practically filled to the brim.
So when I found myself utterly alone in an e... | I never thought meeting Satan would be so sad. He sat on his thrones of charred bones all alone, with his tail lashing behind him and his horns protruding into the black and red sky. The shrill noise of the harmonica he was playing beat against my ears over the rumble of distant thunder and the crackling of Hellfire.
... | |
[WP] Due to a loophole in the system, people can escape hell and get to heaven after death. You go to hell and all you see is Satan, just sitting there playing the harmonica. Everyone left him and now he's all alone. | I sit for a while and listen to the Devil play the exquisite, golden instrument. He has not even seen me; his eyes are closed and it seems as if he is in a trance. In his great hands the harmonica looks like a miniature, but he plays it so fast and loud, that somehow, the music it produces is more full than any orchest... | I never thought meeting Satan would be so sad. He sat on his thrones of charred bones all alone, with his tail lashing behind him and his horns protruding into the black and red sky. The shrill noise of the harmonica he was playing beat against my ears over the rumble of distant thunder and the crackling of Hellfire.
... | |
[WP] You were bitten by a zombie, but kept your mind. While other zombies are running around killing for brains, you are trying to figure out what to do next. | *Pain.*
You look down. You see the item fall out of your head.
*Metal. It is metal.*
You recall with perfect clarity what the object is made out of.
Wait, what?
That can't be right. You know this because...because...
You think for awhile-give or take five minutes, but eventually it comes to you.
*You were bitten... | The first thing I heard was the screaming. My vision was blurry, and there were people all around me.. Someone was screaming something, my name? It called out desperately, "THOMAS! THOMAS ARE YOU THERE?" Slowly the mess of blurry colors sharpened to show 2 people in front of a fortified building, one of them was callin... | |
[WP] Since birth, you've had the ability to detect the happiest person in any room, marked by a bright light only visible to you. You are at your grandmother's funeral, and you see an orange glow coming from your grandfather. | "You don't know how much I miss you, Ethel," he sighed, his eulogy coming to a close. "But I know how much pain you were in. I'll miss you, my darling, but I'll be with you soon, and we really will dance among the stars. Have fun up there, and keep my seat warm." | After the service I went up to him. He was dabbing the tears from his eyes. Or at least that's how it looked from a distance. Upon closer inspection, however, he seemed just to be going through the motions. There were no tears in his eyes, and there was no moisture on his handkerchief.
"So Gramps," I said.
"Yes, Jo... | |
[WP] Since birth, you've had the ability to detect the happiest person in any room, marked by a bright light only visible to you. You are at your grandmother's funeral, and you see an orange glow coming from your grandfather. | "Grandpa?" I joined him at the casket and searched his face. He leaned heavily on his cane, but his expression was peaceful and lit from within by the light only I could see: he was the happiest person in the room.
"Amy, my dear, it's good to see you." His eyes left the casket and Grandma's body to cut over to mine. "... | After the service I went up to him. He was dabbing the tears from his eyes. Or at least that's how it looked from a distance. Upon closer inspection, however, he seemed just to be going through the motions. There were no tears in his eyes, and there was no moisture on his handkerchief.
"So Gramps," I said.
"Yes, Jo... | |
[WP] Since birth, you've had the ability to detect the happiest person in any room, marked by a bright light only visible to you. You are at your grandmother's funeral, and you see an orange glow coming from your grandfather. | "Grandpa?" I joined him at the casket and searched his face. He leaned heavily on his cane, but his expression was peaceful and lit from within by the light only I could see: he was the happiest person in the room.
"Amy, my dear, it's good to see you." His eyes left the casket and Grandma's body to cut over to mine. "... | "You don't know how much I miss you, Ethel," he sighed, his eulogy coming to a close. "But I know how much pain you were in. I'll miss you, my darling, but I'll be with you soon, and we really will dance among the stars. Have fun up there, and keep my seat warm." | |
[WP] "Do you trust me?" | "Do you trust me?"
Louise looked over at Bob, dumbfounded by the question that had just left his lips. "How can you ask me that in this situation, Bob? No, I don't trust you!"
Bob looked down at his fiancé, "How can you say that now? We are supposed to be getting married later this week, and now you say you don't ... | "Do you trust me?" Thebes asks of Coraline, as they dangle from the window sill. She hadn't paid attention to the question. Instead, her focus gazes on a mound of jewels and coin, nestled deep in the kings treasury.
"Coraline?"
"Hmm?" She responds, her imagination running wild with what she could do with such loot.
... | |
[WP] No one was surprised by the villain's typical 'Join me and we can rule the world!' offer. Everyone was surprised at the hero's response. | Villain: "Join me and we can rule the world!"
Hero: "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and... | "I would love to," Robo-Woman replied. Dr. Devious was stunned. It was this easy? After all this time? "You see, ever since my conversion, these pitiful humans have been a thorn in my side. They do not understand anything. If only I could show them what I have seen. I will convert them into superior beings, so that the... | |
[WP] No one was surprised by the villain's typical 'Join me and we can rule the world!' offer. Everyone was surprised at the hero's response. | "No, you join me."
"Then you shall d- I'm sorry, what did you just say?" asked a suddenly-bewildered Tyranicus, Lord of Blight and Bringer of Shadows.
"I said you should join me." replied Sir Palador, his golden-armored hand outstretched toward Tyranicus.
Tyranicus sat on the stolen throne at the top of the flight o... | "I would love to," Robo-Woman replied. Dr. Devious was stunned. It was this easy? After all this time? "You see, ever since my conversion, these pitiful humans have been a thorn in my side. They do not understand anything. If only I could show them what I have seen. I will convert them into superior beings, so that the... | |
[WP] No one was surprised by the villain's typical 'Join me and we can rule the world!' offer. Everyone was surprised at the hero's response. | 'Pardon?'
'Sorry,' Krathnar said. 'I thought you were serious.' He paused, and gestured with his sword at the two halves of what had, up until a few minutes earlier, been Count Dagnar's second-favourite henchman. 'I guess we can do the whole fighting thing if you want. I don't mind either way.'
Dagnar lowered his cow... | "I would love to," Robo-Woman replied. Dr. Devious was stunned. It was this easy? After all this time? "You see, ever since my conversion, these pitiful humans have been a thorn in my side. They do not understand anything. If only I could show them what I have seen. I will convert them into superior beings, so that the... | |
[WP] No one was surprised by the villain's typical 'Join me and we can rule the world!' offer. Everyone was surprised at the hero's response. | Villain: "Join me and we can rule the world!"
Hero: "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and... | "Join me, Regit, and we shall rule the world together!" The masked hooded figure said. Her dark, indigo cloak billowing in the wind as he directed his attention towards me. I cleared my mind and focused on one thing: her mind. My powers allow me to do various things, mind reading included. Surprisingly enough, this vil... | |
[WP] No one was surprised by the villain's typical 'Join me and we can rule the world!' offer. Everyone was surprised at the hero's response. | "No, you join me."
"Then you shall d- I'm sorry, what did you just say?" asked a suddenly-bewildered Tyranicus, Lord of Blight and Bringer of Shadows.
"I said you should join me." replied Sir Palador, his golden-armored hand outstretched toward Tyranicus.
Tyranicus sat on the stolen throne at the top of the flight o... | "Join me, Regit, and we shall rule the world together!" The masked hooded figure said. Her dark, indigo cloak billowing in the wind as he directed his attention towards me. I cleared my mind and focused on one thing: her mind. My powers allow me to do various things, mind reading included. Surprisingly enough, this vil... | |
[WP] No one was surprised by the villain's typical 'Join me and we can rule the world!' offer. Everyone was surprised at the hero's response. | "It figures," hissed the baron as he spit out another small mouthful of blood and dragged himself up another stair. "How poetic that it'd be some masked, nameless hero that'd be my undoing."
The hero simply watched him bleed out.
"It's a shame, truly." He propped himself into a seated position, trying in vain to hold... | "Join me, Regit, and we shall rule the world together!" The masked hooded figure said. Her dark, indigo cloak billowing in the wind as he directed his attention towards me. I cleared my mind and focused on one thing: her mind. My powers allow me to do various things, mind reading included. Surprisingly enough, this vil... | |
[WP] No one was surprised by the villain's typical 'Join me and we can rule the world!' offer. Everyone was surprised at the hero's response. | 'Pardon?'
'Sorry,' Krathnar said. 'I thought you were serious.' He paused, and gestured with his sword at the two halves of what had, up until a few minutes earlier, been Count Dagnar's second-favourite henchman. 'I guess we can do the whole fighting thing if you want. I don't mind either way.'
Dagnar lowered his cow... | "Join me, Regit, and we shall rule the world together!" The masked hooded figure said. Her dark, indigo cloak billowing in the wind as he directed his attention towards me. I cleared my mind and focused on one thing: her mind. My powers allow me to do various things, mind reading included. Surprisingly enough, this vil... | |
[WP] No one was surprised by the villain's typical 'Join me and we can rule the world!' offer. Everyone was surprised at the hero's response. | "No, you join me."
"Then you shall d- I'm sorry, what did you just say?" asked a suddenly-bewildered Tyranicus, Lord of Blight and Bringer of Shadows.
"I said you should join me." replied Sir Palador, his golden-armored hand outstretched toward Tyranicus.
Tyranicus sat on the stolen throne at the top of the flight o... | Villain: "Join me and we can rule the world!"
Hero: "What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and... | |
[WP] No one was surprised by the villain's typical 'Join me and we can rule the world!' offer. Everyone was surprised at the hero's response. | 'Pardon?'
'Sorry,' Krathnar said. 'I thought you were serious.' He paused, and gestured with his sword at the two halves of what had, up until a few minutes earlier, been Count Dagnar's second-favourite henchman. 'I guess we can do the whole fighting thing if you want. I don't mind either way.'
Dagnar lowered his cow... | "It figures," hissed the baron as he spit out another small mouthful of blood and dragged himself up another stair. "How poetic that it'd be some masked, nameless hero that'd be my undoing."
The hero simply watched him bleed out.
"It's a shame, truly." He propped himself into a seated position, trying in vain to hold... | |
[WP] You're a superhero. Your nemesis is bent on conquering the world and has you in his grips. As he explains his plans for world domination and his plans after, you begin to realize, he might actually be onto something... | The Hawk had no choice now but to plead. King Cobra surprised him, ambushing him in his own hideout. Now, the world would bow down to his every last whim with no one to stop him. King Cobra was capable of killing the entire population of humans if he wasn't checked.
"If only you'd been a little more careful," King Cob... | "Want help?" I smile, knowing the interruption will catch him off guard. Indeed it does, sending him whirling towards me.
"What did you just say?" He nearly stammered, trying so desperately to keep his poise.
"I wasn't aware you were deaf, but I asked if you wanted help."
" is... this a joke?" He was hesitant, unde... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | The heavy door thudds shut behind me, silencing the pleas and cries. The noise echos in my ears, lingering. As my back hits the wall and I begin to slide down I find myself thinking of my own sister, Maggie, and wondering what would drive a sweet, innocent 9 year old girl like her to this request. I can picture her, st... | Luco open the door of his penthouse. The last job was a tricky one, the target was an executive of a private mercenary company. The reason he got hit? He tried to shed light on the true about what their contractors did in Central Africa. Dirty stuff that would knock the company to the ground. Of course the big shot don... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | Stay in this line of work long enough and you begin to pick out patterns. Some months, there'll be a hit a day, the blood lust of the human race manifesting itself, painting its picture through my hand. Other months, eerily few contracts present themselves. Like the world has had enough killing for the time being an... | Luco open the door of his penthouse. The last job was a tricky one, the target was an executive of a private mercenary company. The reason he got hit? He tried to shed light on the true about what their contractors did in Central Africa. Dirty stuff that would knock the company to the ground. Of course the big shot don... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | Marcus Winters sat at the dead-drop inside his beat to shit, red 1964 Chevrolet Biscayne. He was scanning a crudely written letter on what appeared to be blue construction paper and done in pencil crayons. He took a drag on the cigarette and tossed it out the window of the car. He's wearing what appears to be a ragged,... | Luco open the door of his penthouse. The last job was a tricky one, the target was an executive of a private mercenary company. The reason he got hit? He tried to shed light on the true about what their contractors did in Central Africa. Dirty stuff that would knock the company to the ground. Of course the big shot don... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | 'Fuck', Jonathan says as he puts down the letter, which page was probably ripped out of an exercise book. He looks at the bad, scrawly handwriting and lets out another 'Fuck'.
He was a contract killer for several years now and for the most part had no problem with killing people. Of course he had his fair share of vo... | Luco open the door of his penthouse. The last job was a tricky one, the target was an executive of a private mercenary company. The reason he got hit? He tried to shed light on the true about what their contractors did in Central Africa. Dirty stuff that would knock the company to the ground. Of course the big shot don... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | 'Fuck', Jonathan says as he puts down the letter, which page was probably ripped out of an exercise book. He looks at the bad, scrawly handwriting and lets out another 'Fuck'.
He was a contract killer for several years now and for the most part had no problem with killing people. Of course he had his fair share of vo... | The heavy door thudds shut behind me, silencing the pleas and cries. The noise echos in my ears, lingering. As my back hits the wall and I begin to slide down I find myself thinking of my own sister, Maggie, and wondering what would drive a sweet, innocent 9 year old girl like her to this request. I can picture her, st... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | 'Fuck', Jonathan says as he puts down the letter, which page was probably ripped out of an exercise book. He looks at the bad, scrawly handwriting and lets out another 'Fuck'.
He was a contract killer for several years now and for the most part had no problem with killing people. Of course he had his fair share of vo... | Stay in this line of work long enough and you begin to pick out patterns. Some months, there'll be a hit a day, the blood lust of the human race manifesting itself, painting its picture through my hand. Other months, eerily few contracts present themselves. Like the world has had enough killing for the time being an... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | 'Fuck', Jonathan says as he puts down the letter, which page was probably ripped out of an exercise book. He looks at the bad, scrawly handwriting and lets out another 'Fuck'.
He was a contract killer for several years now and for the most part had no problem with killing people. Of course he had his fair share of vo... | Marcus Winters sat at the dead-drop inside his beat to shit, red 1964 Chevrolet Biscayne. He was scanning a crudely written letter on what appeared to be blue construction paper and done in pencil crayons. He took a drag on the cigarette and tossed it out the window of the car. He's wearing what appears to be a ragged,... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | "Dear Mr X.
There is a monster in my closet and it is relly scary. My dad sed he killed it but it survivd and sed it was going to kill my famly plese help. This is all the mony that I have. I live at 1983 S Murklow way. Come quik. I'll leve my window open for you.
Sally Kraus "
Well this was different. How does a l... | Dear Mr. Killer Sir, I know this isn't much money, but it's all I could get my hands on, my daddy only uses credit cards. I need you to kill my best friend Sally. Last week I told her I was going to wear my purple dress with the lace, and that Little back stabbing whore wore the same outfit!"
Make it long and painful,... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | When I was 9 years old I was considered by most people who knew me as a prodigy
At age 5 I could speak my native language plus 2 more thanks to my interracial parents
I could play the violin by age 7 and had mastered high school math by 8.
I also had a very good vocabulary for a kid my age at 9
I have always be... | This was something new. I had never gotten any letters from illiterate kids before.
"Hey dath,
Plese come bak to us. I and Mom is mising yu.
Love Sara
PS: I hop this enough mony for a plain ticket"
Cant really blame the post service, that this ended up here either. Maybe i should tell her, that her dad wont ever c... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | "You don't have to enjoy it," she said. "No one ever really enjoys it."
"But you have to do it," she cocked the gun. "It's hard, I know. Sympathy is the only thing keeping us from following through. Some people say we're tough, that we don't ever feel anything for anyone else. But I'm not tough. You're not tough eithe... | This was something new. I had never gotten any letters from illiterate kids before.
"Hey dath,
Plese come bak to us. I and Mom is mising yu.
Love Sara
PS: I hop this enough mony for a plain ticket"
Cant really blame the post service, that this ended up here either. Maybe i should tell her, that her dad wont ever c... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | "You don't have to enjoy it," she said. "No one ever really enjoys it."
"But you have to do it," she cocked the gun. "It's hard, I know. Sympathy is the only thing keeping us from following through. Some people say we're tough, that we don't ever feel anything for anyone else. But I'm not tough. You're not tough eithe... | Finally, after various tests and scans ensured not to disturb the contents of the envelope, the man in grey and red dared to examine it under his own gloved fingers. The contents felt like small change- possibly American, judging by the size of some of the individual disks. A flick of his knife, a puff of his cigarette... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | I'm usually clinical about my work, like a doctor. Emotions tend to cause mistakes. I got a letter from a little girl and it said "He hurts me at night. I just want it to stop. Please help me." so this job was a little different. It felt good to use a knife again, it had been a while since i'd been up close and persona... | I knew something was wrong the moment I picked up the envelope, first of all it was to light, secondly it rattled. Bills do not rattle, only coins do, and unless I was very much mistaken there were not $100 coins.
I shook the envelope again confirming the noise before looking at the man who had brought me the envelop... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | "You don't have to enjoy it," she said. "No one ever really enjoys it."
"But you have to do it," she cocked the gun. "It's hard, I know. Sympathy is the only thing keeping us from following through. Some people say we're tough, that we don't ever feel anything for anyone else. But I'm not tough. You're not tough eithe... | I knew something was wrong the moment I picked up the envelope, first of all it was to light, secondly it rattled. Bills do not rattle, only coins do, and unless I was very much mistaken there were not $100 coins.
I shook the envelope again confirming the noise before looking at the man who had brought me the envelop... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | I had a reputation for working for cheap but this was ridiculous. Kind of scary even. I considered the kid's $23.42 and read her letter for a 3rd time.
*'tere is a bully who is mean to me. he keeps stealing my lunch money and says if i tell my mommy he would do bad things to me. he showed me a REAL!! gun when he said ... | I knew something was wrong the moment I picked up the envelope, first of all it was to light, secondly it rattled. Bills do not rattle, only coins do, and unless I was very much mistaken there were not $100 coins.
I shook the envelope again confirming the noise before looking at the man who had brought me the envelop... | |
[WP] A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in small change and a letter hand-written by a 9-year-old girl. | "You don't have to enjoy it," she said. "No one ever really enjoys it."
"But you have to do it," she cocked the gun. "It's hard, I know. Sympathy is the only thing keeping us from following through. Some people say we're tough, that we don't ever feel anything for anyone else. But I'm not tough. You're not tough eithe... | I'm usually clinical about my work, like a doctor. Emotions tend to cause mistakes. I got a letter from a little girl and it said "He hurts me at night. I just want it to stop. Please help me." so this job was a little different. It felt good to use a knife again, it had been a while since i'd been up close and persona... | |
[WP] Each droplet that fell from the sky was glittering like a diamond, pure and clean. | Each droplet that fell from the sky was glittering like a diamond, pure and clean. The air on Deneb VII, an exotic mixture of helium and nitrogen at around 50 Kelvin, made for a dazzling display at sunset. Even out on the inner fringe of Deneb's Oort cloud, the white supergiant casts harsh shadows and just enough warmt... | Each droplet that fell from the sky was glittering like a diamond, pure and clean.
Very much like the thoughts that visited Jim's head - wholesome, wonderful ideas that would sometimes come in a downpour of exquisite clarity about life and purpose. But he knew it never lasted, never for long aside from those moments. ... | |
[WP] Each droplet that fell from the sky was glittering like a diamond, pure and clean. | Each droplet that fell from the sky was glittering like a diamond, pure and clean. The air on Deneb VII, an exotic mixture of helium and nitrogen at around 50 Kelvin, made for a dazzling display at sunset. Even out on the inner fringe of Deneb's Oort cloud, the white supergiant casts harsh shadows and just enough warmt... | If a sword could rot, this one had. Even as Kyra gripped it in his hand, it seemed to be falling apart, ever so slowly destroying itself. A hint of green writhed around the blade, and it would have accented the shining silver but for the fact that the silver had long lost its shine.
The sword, then, fit in well with t... | |
[WP] You are the subject of the world's first successful cryogenic experiment, and you wake up to a world ruled by... | Kyle pushed open the heavy hospital door and emerged into sunlight. He breathed deep and shielded his face. It was bright and burning, as if the sun was too close to the surface of the earth. It was hot. He felt sweat bead at his hairline immediately. Rubbing his eyes, he blinked and tried to adjust.
It had been ... | "Harmincnégy..."
...
"Harmincöt..."
...
"Harminchat."
"whaaaaa..."
"Tizenkettő, hátra!"
"wheee... am i?"
"Mehet!"
A flash of light, and i saw my last moments. 2018, i was terminally ill. I wanted to live. My family!
"WHEEE .. IIIS MAH... FAMLEEE"
Damn it, it hurts! I feel like... like i'm half fr... | |
[WP] You are the subject of the world's first successful cryogenic experiment, and you wake up to a world ruled by... | Kyle pushed open the heavy hospital door and emerged into sunlight. He breathed deep and shielded his face. It was bright and burning, as if the sun was too close to the surface of the earth. It was hot. He felt sweat bead at his hairline immediately. Rubbing his eyes, he blinked and tried to adjust.
It had been ... | "He's waking up!" The voice sounded almost exactly like my little sister's. I was half lying, half sitting on what felt like a couch with an armrest torn off. "Don't get up too quickly," said a voice that must have belonged to a kid no older than twelve. I raised a slimy hand to wipe off some of the cryogenic coagulant... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | "Listen closely Sarah, you know that if it was two or three dragons I'd have said a couple of dragons..." He paused as she started to scold him for assuming that the dragons were dating each other, he cut her off "It's a figure of speech, listen we are getting off topic here! There's a few *DRAGONS*, fire breathing one... | Everyone tends to turn towards loud sounds, which makes sense in non-explosive cases. At this point it just meant that Dave, Greg and Sue got to see John lean his back against the door he had just slammed shut and slowly sink to the floor.
“Dude,” Dave said. “Duuuude,” Greg agreed. “You look sweaty,” Sue said, she al... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | "Ehh. Thats kind of difficult to awnser. I mean, how do you personally count multiple headed dragons? Do you consider it a single dragon because its one body, or since each head is conscious does each head count as its own dragon? What about younger ones? Do they get a full point or because they arent as big do they ge... | Everyone tends to turn towards loud sounds, which makes sense in non-explosive cases. At this point it just meant that Dave, Greg and Sue got to see John lean his back against the door he had just slammed shut and slowly sink to the floor.
“Dude,” Dave said. “Duuuude,” Greg agreed. “You look sweaty,” Sue said, she al... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | "*Really*?" Kevrel asked, incredulously waving his arm, "That's the word you're focusing on? *Few*?"
Durai opened her mouth to speak again but Kevrel cut her off before another word could escape her lips.
"You heard what I said, right? *Dragons*? Plural? As in, more than one? There are *a few dragons* outside th... | Everyone tends to turn towards loud sounds, which makes sense in non-explosive cases. At this point it just meant that Dave, Greg and Sue got to see John lean his back against the door he had just slammed shut and slowly sink to the floor.
“Dude,” Dave said. “Duuuude,” Greg agreed. “You look sweaty,” Sue said, she al... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | "What's going on out there?!" screamed Commander Hilliard over the thunderous rumbles and otherworldly screeches, "Has anyone seen the threat?"
Fresh ground pebbles and fine dust fell from the stone ceiling as another impact shook the Central Tower. It was hard to tell if the voices were friend or foe, their echoes c... | Everyone tends to turn towards loud sounds, which makes sense in non-explosive cases. At this point it just meant that Dave, Greg and Sue got to see John lean his back against the door he had just slammed shut and slowly sink to the floor.
“Dude,” Dave said. “Duuuude,” Greg agreed. “You look sweaty,” Sue said, she al... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | "Objectively I'd say there are two and a quarter dragons, sir."
"Two and a quarter? How in the world could you possible come up with answer that specific?" Remarked the guard captain.
"Well sir, one seems like more of wyvern than a dragon so I figured..."
"A what?
"A wyvern, sir."
"Well what the hell is a wyvern?"... | Everyone tends to turn towards loud sounds, which makes sense in non-explosive cases. At this point it just meant that Dave, Greg and Sue got to see John lean his back against the door he had just slammed shut and slowly sink to the floor.
“Dude,” Dave said. “Duuuude,” Greg agreed. “You look sweaty,” Sue said, she al... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | "What's going on out there?!" screamed Commander Hilliard over the thunderous rumbles and otherworldly screeches, "Has anyone seen the threat?"
Fresh ground pebbles and fine dust fell from the stone ceiling as another impact shook the Central Tower. It was hard to tell if the voices were friend or foe, their echoes c... | "Listen closely Sarah, you know that if it was two or three dragons I'd have said a couple of dragons..." He paused as she started to scold him for assuming that the dragons were dating each other, he cut her off "It's a figure of speech, listen we are getting off topic here! There's a few *DRAGONS*, fire breathing one... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | "Objectively I'd say there are two and a quarter dragons, sir."
"Two and a quarter? How in the world could you possible come up with answer that specific?" Remarked the guard captain.
"Well sir, one seems like more of wyvern than a dragon so I figured..."
"A what?
"A wyvern, sir."
"Well what the hell is a wyvern?"... | "Listen closely Sarah, you know that if it was two or three dragons I'd have said a couple of dragons..." He paused as she started to scold him for assuming that the dragons were dating each other, he cut her off "It's a figure of speech, listen we are getting off topic here! There's a few *DRAGONS*, fire breathing one... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | "What's going on out there?!" screamed Commander Hilliard over the thunderous rumbles and otherworldly screeches, "Has anyone seen the threat?"
Fresh ground pebbles and fine dust fell from the stone ceiling as another impact shook the Central Tower. It was hard to tell if the voices were friend or foe, their echoes c... | "Ehh. Thats kind of difficult to awnser. I mean, how do you personally count multiple headed dragons? Do you consider it a single dragon because its one body, or since each head is conscious does each head count as its own dragon? What about younger ones? Do they get a full point or because they arent as big do they ge... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | King Norton's eyes fluttered as he heard a crack. "Thunder" he said to himself before closing them again and attempting to go back to sleep. There was another. He tried to ignore it. A third, a fourth, and a fifth all came within rapid succession of the last few. Norton was awake now.
He stepped up, dressed himself, ... |
I sighed, why did it always have to be so hard? All I wanted was to be back in my office, cheerfully drinking away this month's pay and ogling wood elf woodcuts. Instead I was having this conversation.
"As I was saying, the Dark Lord Zelbreth has dispatched me--"
A voice interrupted me again, "No, Zelbreth's the pr... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | King Norton's eyes fluttered as he heard a crack. "Thunder" he said to himself before closing them again and attempting to go back to sleep. There was another. He tried to ignore it. A third, a fourth, and a fifth all came within rapid succession of the last few. Norton was awake now.
He stepped up, dressed himself, ... | I have to resist the urge to freeze.
"No time, duck!" I scream.
A roar of fire and wind fills my ears.
"Dammit Melanie! You've been my apprentice for three years and you still can't count?!"
"I can count, but when you a bunch of dragons, the first thing on your mind is to get out, not to count them!"
My mentor, ... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | I fumbled over my thoughts as I stood before Jovian, King Winstar's most revered adviser. I only had a limited time to gain his trust.
Before I could utter a response, a giant claw emerged from the window followed by a deafening screech and a crash as the wall crumbled from the impact of a mighty dragon.
"Follow me!"... | I have to resist the urge to freeze.
"No time, duck!" I scream.
A roar of fire and wind fills my ears.
"Dammit Melanie! You've been my apprentice for three years and you still can't count?!"
"I can count, but when you a bunch of dragons, the first thing on your mind is to get out, not to count them!"
My mentor, ... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | King Norton's eyes fluttered as he heard a crack. "Thunder" he said to himself before closing them again and attempting to go back to sleep. There was another. He tried to ignore it. A third, a fourth, and a fifth all came within rapid succession of the last few. Norton was awake now.
He stepped up, dressed himself, ... | "Riight.. Yea, so I don't know if ten really is 'a few'?"
"Ten?! I wouldn't call.."
"Yea and now one of them seems to have taken interest in us. See?" I interrupted when the purple one of the bunch started to waddle towards us.
"Those aren't the kind of dragons I thought of, when you said there were 'a few' **dragon... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | I fumbled over my thoughts as I stood before Jovian, King Winstar's most revered adviser. I only had a limited time to gain his trust.
Before I could utter a response, a giant claw emerged from the window followed by a deafening screech and a crash as the wall crumbled from the impact of a mighty dragon.
"Follow me!"... | "Riight.. Yea, so I don't know if ten really is 'a few'?"
"Ten?! I wouldn't call.."
"Yea and now one of them seems to have taken interest in us. See?" I interrupted when the purple one of the bunch started to waddle towards us.
"Those aren't the kind of dragons I thought of, when you said there were 'a few' **dragon... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | I fumbled over my thoughts as I stood before Jovian, King Winstar's most revered adviser. I only had a limited time to gain his trust.
Before I could utter a response, a giant claw emerged from the window followed by a deafening screech and a crash as the wall crumbled from the impact of a mighty dragon.
"Follow me!"... | ######[](#dropcap)
The Ranger squirmed and winced, rightly fearful of what he'd have to say.
"...Five?"
Hilary Flint snarled and slammed his fist down onto the table, knocking the map's colored unit markers down as he rose from his seat. His spurs clicked on the stone floor as he strode from the room, flanked by his... | |
[WP] "You know the difference between subjective and objective, right? 'Some rabbits' is the former, 'three rabbits' is the latter, and much more accurate. So I'm going to need you to be very clear when you say there are 'a few' dragons outside." | "I *know* there are a *few* Dragons out there," Kai growled. As if to emphasize *how* exactly he knew this fact, the entire house shook violently. One of the dragons must have come in for a landing on what remained of the roof. Plaster rained from the ceiling, covering the entire party in a coating of dust. Kai missed ... | ######[](#dropcap)
The Ranger squirmed and winced, rightly fearful of what he'd have to say.
"...Five?"
Hilary Flint snarled and slammed his fist down onto the table, knocking the map's colored unit markers down as he rose from his seat. His spurs clicked on the stone floor as he strode from the room, flanked by his... | |
[WP] The year is 3126, and mankind has scouted across hundreds of thousands of light years in search of similar sentient life forms, only to discover that they may truly be alone in their universe and all others. That is, until they come across a guy named Tim. | We stared at the man, dumbfounded. No-one had expected anyone else to be here.
You see, for over a thousand years, humanity had set out in search of other intelligent life. First in sleeper ships. Then, as we developed faster than light travel, warp ships took up the flag, intercepting the sleeper ships and integratin... | We left our home world when we discovered how our ignorance of our planet affected our lives. It was not a course of action to save the planet, but rather
ourselves. The first to leave were high authority figures. Presidents, prime ministers, kings and queens. I remember so vividly seeing the first;
my eyes drawn to th... | |
[WP] The year is 3126, and mankind has scouted across hundreds of thousands of light years in search of similar sentient life forms, only to discover that they may truly be alone in their universe and all others. That is, until they come across a guy named Tim. | We stared at the man, dumbfounded. No-one had expected anyone else to be here.
You see, for over a thousand years, humanity had set out in search of other intelligent life. First in sleeper ships. Then, as we developed faster than light travel, warp ships took up the flag, intercepting the sleeper ships and integratin... | "Sir, we have everything set up. When you're ready." With no response, the young man leaves and closes the door.
An older gentleman stands in front of a mirror while combing his hair. The black hair accompanied by streaks of grey and even white continued to be set in place just right. His dark eyebrows furrowed with ... | |
[WP] You've lived on an island all by yourself for over a year. You decide to venture to the other side, and are surprised by what you find. | "You've got to be kidding me," I said to myself as I made it over the ridge that ran through the middle of the island. I was standing on a plateau, overlooking the neglected half of my prison. It was 20 acres of jungle and beach that I avoided at all costs up to this point. If I wanted to stay alive I had to. Because t... | 1 year ago this day was when I walked the plank, I was the captain of shitty-grey, but due to mutiny I was overthrown from my position and was forced to walk the plank, there was an island nearby so I swam there after untying the knots....I am a sailor for crying out loud what do you think I don't know how to untie a k... | |
[WP] A note is slipped under your door; your closet door. | He'd been seeing the client for about three months now. A young girl named Sarah, she was going through the abrupt death of her mother. Her father was nervous and clearly traumatized himself, but he was devoted to her, and she'd never missed any of her weekly appointments since the incident, except for last week. There... | I glanced at the note, unable to believe my eyes. Was it not as it seemed?
Who could be hiding in my closet?
A ghost? Without a host? A locket without a pocket? I didn't know.
I grabbed the door and opened it wide.
There was nobody there.
I turned back around and awoke in surprise. What was going to be my demise?... | |
[WP] A note is slipped under your door; your closet door. | Involving the same characters as [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/3yq1un/wp_a_child_realizes_that_there_is_a_monster_in/cyfr31i/) story.
Kai was supposed to be writing his history paper of Charlemagne or whatever, but instead he was on reddit. He was on /r/nosleep reading a story about a kid who... | I glanced at the note, unable to believe my eyes. Was it not as it seemed?
Who could be hiding in my closet?
A ghost? Without a host? A locket without a pocket? I didn't know.
I grabbed the door and opened it wide.
There was nobody there.
I turned back around and awoke in surprise. What was going to be my demise?... | |
[WP] The year is 1969. Aliens are headed to Mars to look for humans, but make a stop on the moon to have a picnic. Apollo 11 lands, and we don't know who is more confused. | "One small step for a man, one giant leap for - what the - Houston, we have a problem."
"What seems to be the problem?"
"There's aliens here. Honest to god, aliens."
The aliens looked at the astronauts and asked, "are you humans?" The astronauts responded: "Yes, we're humans." The aliens then said, "Awesome. We have ... | One lovely Sunday afternoon in the pitch black Moon.
A team of three young earthly astronauts land a strange object. Everything around them is in the most secretly loud silence.
Two days go by and finally two of them get out of the ship. They set foot on the moon in a innocuous fashion with some strange and cumbersom... | |
[WP] The Deadweb, the internet for the afterlife only has one website worth looking at. Deddit. You are the Moderator for AskDeddit, and someone has just asked "what do I do if I am here, but still alive?". | Ben stares at his computer screen, his mouth agape as he reads the message. “Do you think this is legit?”
I close my eyes and sigh. All new moderators tend to be naïve about other peoples’ deaths, but even by those standards, Ben is pretty green. “He’s not alive,” I say, shaking my head. “He just isn’t able to face re... | Alright let's not panic here. Are you sure you're still alive?
I think so I don't feel any different.
That's normal a lot of us didn't when we died. Were you doing anything lethal or deadly like?
Nope just sitting on my bed.
Heart attack?
I'm 22 and healthy I doubt that's the case.
Maybe a Donnie Darko like situ... | |
[WP] Using one of your favorite songs as inspiration, tell me a story that utilizes the music as a soundtrack and/or is based off the lyrics. | The raindrops patter on the bus window, the light from the street lamps reflecting in the droplets that settle.
*This is the right choice*
The radio is on but the music is barely audible over the static and I can only make out the occasional line.
"I'm trying to find my place... might not be here where I feel safe"... | [Song](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS6n2Hx9Ykk)
*****
**Yorkshire 1969**
He watched her zigzag through the audience – her flowing white dress, like the sails of a keelboat on a heaving ocean of people. There was something genuine about Linda. Sure, she was naïve and quite the stargazer, but she was real. She was ... | |
[WP] Using one of your favorite songs as inspiration, tell me a story that utilizes the music as a soundtrack and/or is based off the lyrics. | The cloaked figure walked down the streets covered in what had once been an invincible army. He looked up at the warming color of the black sky as he recollected on why he was sent here.
These humans, as they often referred to themselves, once lived in peace and harmony, or as close as possible at least. But not long ... | [Song](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS6n2Hx9Ykk)
*****
**Yorkshire 1969**
He watched her zigzag through the audience – her flowing white dress, like the sails of a keelboat on a heaving ocean of people. There was something genuine about Linda. Sure, she was naïve and quite the stargazer, but she was real. She was ... | |
[WP] Using one of your favorite songs as inspiration, tell me a story that utilizes the music as a soundtrack and/or is based off the lyrics. | A thought is still there. Something happened but I just can't remember, something important. Something impossible happened, I just can't explain it. The clock slowly ticks by in my breast pocket as I get into the carriage.
We drive through a tunnel, an impossible tunnel. I sink into holes deeper than anything, I'm tr... | [Song](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS6n2Hx9Ykk)
*****
**Yorkshire 1969**
He watched her zigzag through the audience – her flowing white dress, like the sails of a keelboat on a heaving ocean of people. There was something genuine about Linda. Sure, she was naïve and quite the stargazer, but she was real. She was ... | |
[WP] Using one of your favorite songs as inspiration, tell me a story that utilizes the music as a soundtrack and/or is based off the lyrics. | The cloaked figure walked down the streets covered in what had once been an invincible army. He looked up at the warming color of the black sky as he recollected on why he was sent here.
These humans, as they often referred to themselves, once lived in peace and harmony, or as close as possible at least. But not long ... | The man approached the woman under the tree. They had been here many times before, when the tree changed from its autumn leaves to its spring cherry blossom buds. Under this tree, they had shared meals, kisses, and dreams. Unlike his past visits to the tree, he wasn't happy. Clouds were rolling in, but it wouldn't rain... | |
[WP] Using one of your favorite songs as inspiration, tell me a story that utilizes the music as a soundtrack and/or is based off the lyrics. | A thought is still there. Something happened but I just can't remember, something important. Something impossible happened, I just can't explain it. The clock slowly ticks by in my breast pocket as I get into the carriage.
We drive through a tunnel, an impossible tunnel. I sink into holes deeper than anything, I'm tr... | The man approached the woman under the tree. They had been here many times before, when the tree changed from its autumn leaves to its spring cherry blossom buds. Under this tree, they had shared meals, kisses, and dreams. Unlike his past visits to the tree, he wasn't happy. Clouds were rolling in, but it wouldn't rain... | |
[WP] You stand among a council of the spirits of your warrior ancestors. Though they never faced photon cannons or an alien fleet, they're still trying their best to advise you on how to save Earth. | “As you can see, we’re fighting a war, ladies and gentlemen. The stronghold at Neo York has fallen, and…”
“What’s the big deal? If it’s just sacking a city, most of us have done it before!”
“Shut up, Uncle Scipio, and let me finish my damn presentation.”
“…Doesn’t look as bad as what we did to Carthage.”
“Sit down ... | I stood to one side of the arc, both half in and half out. My father sat to my right, whispering with my great great great grandfather. I looked around the circle, hardly believing what I saw. Ghosts, although I'm not sure that's the right word. Hundreds of them, arranged in rows that reminded me of drawings of the anc... | |
[WP] You stand among a council of the spirits of your warrior ancestors. Though they never faced photon cannons or an alien fleet, they're still trying their best to advise you on how to save Earth. | I pinched the bridge of my nose tightly with thumb and forefinger. I took a deep calming breath before speaking.
"Honored Ancestor Thalrog," I began, "as I've said on numerous occasions, the Drelians - our enemy - do not have vaginas. We cannot rape their women. They don't have women. Even if they did have women, no ... | I stood to one side of the arc, both half in and half out. My father sat to my right, whispering with my great great great grandfather. I looked around the circle, hardly believing what I saw. Ghosts, although I'm not sure that's the right word. Hundreds of them, arranged in rows that reminded me of drawings of the anc... | |
[WP] You stand among a council of the spirits of your warrior ancestors. Though they never faced photon cannons or an alien fleet, they're still trying their best to advise you on how to save Earth. | “As you can see, we’re fighting a war, ladies and gentlemen. The stronghold at Neo York has fallen, and…”
“What’s the big deal? If it’s just sacking a city, most of us have done it before!”
“Shut up, Uncle Scipio, and let me finish my damn presentation.”
“…Doesn’t look as bad as what we did to Carthage.”
“Sit down ... | These were dark times, calling for desperate measures.
What happened was, our A.I. ran a simulation of our world. Common enough so far, this was often done by A.I.s to extract historical knowledge from the past in order to inform us humans in our activities, but this time, we asked for it to extract the minds of the ... |
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