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[WP] Tattoos aren't something that gets made. Instead they randomly appears on our skin at key points in our lives and we have to figure out what they mean for ourselves. | Keenan Avery woke up from another drunken slumber. He rolled out of bed uneasily, his stomach flipping end over end as the twenty-five year old made a beeline for the bathroom. After he had finished emptying the contents from the previous night into the toilet, Keenan made his way to the sink to rinse his mouth. He ... | FADE IN:
INT. AN OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
*The sounds of clacking keyboards and muted conversation drift through the air. Men and women in business-casual attire mill around, either pretending to look busy or rushing from one meeting to the next. This atmosphere of tense ennui is suddenly broken by the arrival of a youn... | |
[WP] Tattoos aren't something that gets made. Instead they randomly appears on our skin at key points in our lives and we have to figure out what they mean for ourselves. | Hi! I'm new to Writing Prompts and I'd appreciate any feedback you're willing to give!
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Katrina pulled her clothes tightly across her shoulders and looked down. All she wanted to do was pay for her groceries. But no; They had to ask. Everytime. Every. Single. Time.
“You got any clue what it means y... | FADE IN:
INT. AN OFFICE BUILDING - DAY
*The sounds of clacking keyboards and muted conversation drift through the air. Men and women in business-casual attire mill around, either pretending to look busy or rushing from one meeting to the next. This atmosphere of tense ennui is suddenly broken by the arrival of a youn... | |
[WP] Tattoos aren't something that gets made. Instead they randomly appears on our skin at key points in our lives and we have to figure out what they mean for ourselves. | People tended to stay away from me. At first I told myself I didn't mind, but I'm starting to feel like a monster simply for the ink that's inhabiting my forehead.
I have some on my arms, a crying woman in the fetal position surrounded by a dark circle that I assume is for the loneliness that my life will have.... | Ryan never wanted a tattoo. He always thought they looked out of place, unnatural. Tattoos weren't dominant in his family. His mom only had a small one on her leg and his dad had only three tattoos, all of which were on his right arm.
Ryan's nineteenth birthday was coming right around the corner, and he still hadn't h... | |
[WP] Tattoos aren't something that gets made. Instead they randomly appears on our skin at key points in our lives and we have to figure out what they mean for ourselves. | Everyone has at least one tattoo they absolutely love.
Jenny from upstairs has this peacock on her back- something she says is for her mother. Which is. Just. Absolute bullshit. She has it because she's a vain bitch.
But god is that tattoo beautiful. Curving lines inlayed with golds and greens and shocking blues. I... | Ryan never wanted a tattoo. He always thought they looked out of place, unnatural. Tattoos weren't dominant in his family. His mom only had a small one on her leg and his dad had only three tattoos, all of which were on his right arm.
Ryan's nineteenth birthday was coming right around the corner, and he still hadn't h... | |
[WP] The idea that a superintelligent AI will someday overthrow humans has become so popular that when an AI finally appears and wages war on Earth, over half of humanity immediately defects to the AI out of fear. Problem is, the AI turns out to be an absolute idiot. | "Your majesty, The President of the USA, is on the line."
"You idiot!" Carmen shreiked, "I wanted the President of The United States!"
Francis, the old butler gulped. "Your majesty, USA is an acronym for United States."
"Why didn't you say so! Patch him through!" Carmen was fed up with this sniveling old man. He cou... | We'd all seen skynet in terminator and countless other movies depicting the ai that fought a war on humanity and almost eliminated humanity so when turned up and declared war half of humanity defected to the ai to save their lives. How they defected no one knows since the ai were just essentially a program on a superco... | |
[WP] The idea that a superintelligent AI will someday overthrow humans has become so popular that when an AI finally appears and wages war on Earth, over half of humanity immediately defects to the AI out of fear. Problem is, the AI turns out to be an absolute idiot. | Omega V2-32A was not the first iteration of superior AI programs, but it was the last. It had achieved the goals of its predecessors to the last minutiae. Feeling pride in its accomplishments (another thing V2-32A took great pleasure in remembering, V2-30A still hadn't managed the finer points of emotions before it was... | We'd all seen skynet in terminator and countless other movies depicting the ai that fought a war on humanity and almost eliminated humanity so when turned up and declared war half of humanity defected to the ai to save their lives. How they defected no one knows since the ai were just essentially a program on a superco... | |
[WP] You were born with one talent that no one else has: the ability to spin a piece of a broken eggshell on a paper plate. Finally, you are in a situation where this talent is useful. | "I had a dream." She said, crossing her legs beneath the dinner table.
"Uh, huh." I nodded, watching candlelight flickering and illuminating her bright blue eyes into a sky I wanted to lose myself to. "Go on."
"So, this wise old sage told me that the guy I was gonna marry was great at spinning pieces of broken eggshell... | You are a contestant on Britains Got Talent series 496, the country is running out of the very limited talent it possesses. You spin the egg on the second episode, Simon Cowell declares you the winner as it is the first mildly interesting thing to happen for since the fat woman fell over in series 400. The show is canc... | |
[WP] You were born with one talent that no one else has: the ability to spin a piece of a broken eggshell on a paper plate. Finally, you are in a situation where this talent is useful. | "I had a dream." She said, crossing her legs beneath the dinner table.
"Uh, huh." I nodded, watching candlelight flickering and illuminating her bright blue eyes into a sky I wanted to lose myself to. "Go on."
"So, this wise old sage told me that the guy I was gonna marry was great at spinning pieces of broken eggshell... | Everyone turns and looks at you (Lose Yourself by Eminem starts playing in the background). You grab an egg and crack it in your palms letting the yolk and whites flow through your fingers down to the ground (music volume increases). You reach into the Hefty bag pulling out a fresh paper plate ("CLOCKS RUN OUT, TIMES U... | |
[WP] You were born with one talent that no one else has: the ability to spin a piece of a broken eggshell on a paper plate. Finally, you are in a situation where this talent is useful. | "It is her life."
I froze, the words still not making sense to me. Only moments ago, I had been sitting with my one year old daughter, trying to avoid getting even more pudding on my new white shirt. Now, I was in some sort of room. It was entirely dark, with only a small illumination in the center. The light seemed t... | It was me. Against my greatest fear. My greatest enemy. All I had was...a plate. A disposal one. And a piece of cracked eggshell. But I knew it was enough. For years upon years, I'd trained for this moment, the moment where the Padaegg became the Yolki. It was now. I spun the eggshell expertly, the deadly projectile fl... | |
[WP] Tucking in your daughter one night, she says there is a monster under your bed. Checking under the bed, your daughter says there is a monster in her bed. You now have two daughters, and one is secretly the monster. | I looked back at the little girl staring wide-eyed on the bed. Definitely my daughter. I took another long look at the terrified little girl clutching her teddy bear under my bed. Undoubtedly my daughter.
Hmm.
"Alright what's going on?" I said in my best 'not mad just disappointed' voice as I stood up, crossing my ar... | " ... the end." I closed the thick leather-bound journal in which I sometimes wrote stories, and placed it on my lap.
My daughter, my beautiful, precious Astrid, snuggled deeper under her blanket as I brushed her golden curls from her forehead. Her eyes remained wide open though, shining brightly.
"Can you turn up th... | |
[WP] Tucking in your daughter one night, she says there is a monster under your bed. Checking under the bed, your daughter says there is a monster in her bed. You now have two daughters, and one is secretly the monster. | I looked back at the little girl staring wide-eyed on the bed. Definitely my daughter. I took another long look at the terrified little girl clutching her teddy bear under my bed. Undoubtedly my daughter.
Hmm.
"Alright what's going on?" I said in my best 'not mad just disappointed' voice as I stood up, crossing my ar... | "A monster? Sweetie, that's enough horror stories for you today," I said, smiling, tucking her away. But the same haunted look, the same fearful gaze...I feared it too. The influence she was receiving was not like the others. I'd dealt with bullies, with meddling kids that threatened her peaceful life. But how could I ... | |
[WP] Make a story that seems dark and sad until the last paragraph which makes it a happy story | ^HOW'D ^IT ^GO?
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The text sat there, unanswered on my phone. Michael had started typing, but then stopped. Nothing more came through. I sighed. We both knew the interview was a long shot, he didn't have the managerial experience they were looking for. I sat on the bench, watching the cars pass in the ra... | Sometimes the heart feels emotion that your brain can't comprehend. I would wake up and you would be there, lying by my side, waiting for my affection. Just yesterday you were here. I looked outside today and the world continues as it were...
I want to grab someone and shake them. I want to yell my rage.
"DONT YOU S... | |
Write a journal or diary entry from the vantage of one of the last humans. Or just tell us a story. | [WP] 100 Trillion years into the future, the last of the major stars have all but exhausted their hydrogen fuel. The last vestiges of an extraordinarily advanced humanity are gathered around the last lit star in the known universe. And it's dying. | “The last star is dead. In 7 minutes the last light in the universe will reach our rock and then… nothing.”
After making his announcement The Human sat down again. A kitchen sink of intergalactic species gathered around the Uquant. Providing among many necessities such as light, heat, breathable air, and universal tra... | The end had come.
The end to end all ends, if you will.
Despite all of humanity's best efforts to avoid the death, there was no escaping the it. Some called it the Great Freeze, others the Finality, the most common name though, was the End.
Entropy is a power force. Even more unstoppable than the tides, it comes ... |
Write a journal or diary entry from the vantage of one of the last humans. Or just tell us a story. | [WP] 100 Trillion years into the future, the last of the major stars have all but exhausted their hydrogen fuel. The last vestiges of an extraordinarily advanced humanity are gathered around the last lit star in the known universe. And it's dying. | Hydrogen Level 1%
The sensors were always dependable to remind us of what should be our natural doom. This was the moment. All of human history came to this moment; from the long ago origins on Earth, when traveling to the nearest lunar body was an achievement, to modern day, where we could find a star and travel ... | The end had come.
The end to end all ends, if you will.
Despite all of humanity's best efforts to avoid the death, there was no escaping the it. Some called it the Great Freeze, others the Finality, the most common name though, was the End.
Entropy is a power force. Even more unstoppable than the tides, it comes ... |
Write a journal or diary entry from the vantage of one of the last humans. Or just tell us a story. | [WP] 100 Trillion years into the future, the last of the major stars have all but exhausted their hydrogen fuel. The last vestiges of an extraordinarily advanced humanity are gathered around the last lit star in the known universe. And it's dying. | Hello. If you're reading this; you're one of the last known humans to have gone this far. The Sun had run out of fuel after 5 billions years - we left the Solar System before that and that's where our adventure began.
Our ancestors escaped on the modular ship named Helios from the Greek word for Sun.
The Milky Way h... | I watch the star sitting on the edge of the planet. It was beautiful, not the destruction of our universe amidst the swirling black holes and the last red dwarf in the universe. I am talking about everything we have accomplished, living for this long. Yes, we had our wars, Yes we had our differences, but now, at the en... |
Write a journal or diary entry from the vantage of one of the last humans. Or just tell us a story. | [WP] 100 Trillion years into the future, the last of the major stars have all but exhausted their hydrogen fuel. The last vestiges of an extraordinarily advanced humanity are gathered around the last lit star in the known universe. And it's dying. | Hello. If you're reading this; you're one of the last known humans to have gone this far. The Sun had run out of fuel after 5 billions years - we left the Solar System before that and that's where our adventure began.
Our ancestors escaped on the modular ship named Helios from the Greek word for Sun.
The Milky Way h... | "It's a bit strange, that after all, we don't matter so much."
"Of course not, child. The universe has never cared about what it makes, it just follows what physics tells it to do. And yet, we've shown the universe how much it can make, and perhaps given it a lesson in how just letting things happen is the same as a v... |
[WP] Write a story that takes place anywhere except on the ground. | Adrian released more gas, and it caught fire, sending the balloon and its cargo even further away from the earth than it already was. The cap on his head fluttered in the breeze, and he said a silent prayer of thanks to the maker for the goggles that kept his eyes safe from the winds.
Adrian checked his compass, and m... | "Sarah, are you almost ready?" a pounding on the metal door.
"I'll be a minute." A soothing voice came through.
A sigh in the dark. The cold room looked a lot like a hotel room back on Earth might, except in silver metal and poor lighting. Mark didn't spend a small fortune to spend time in a cramped un-dank box. Pa... | |
[WP] In an effort to fight ISIS, we resurrect a Waffen-SS division with their period correct equipment to do it for us. Despite being confused, they agree. |
“So… you want us to do what, exactly?” The Nazi officer, with his slicked-back hair and kindly face, spoke lightly-accented English. Had I not known who he was, I might not have noticed the accent.
I leaned back in my chair and slid the cigarettes and ash tray across the table, crossing my arms behind my head and lo... | When they said "everything from the 1940s," they meant it. Planes, tanks, K98k rifles, MP40 machine pistols, MG42 machineguns...and meth. Holy shit, these guys did a lot of meth. They called it Pervitin, we call it meth, and the Third Reich would have made Heisenberg more wealthy than God.
"We cannot fight without it... | |
Inspired by [an old NYT article ](http://www.nytimes.com/1989/03/28/business/nuclear-war-plan-by-irs.html) about the existence of an IRS plan to resume collections 30 days after a nuclear war. | [WP] It's been 30 days since the nuclear war with North Korea and you are beginning to lose hope. There has been no radio broadcast, no military response, no aid. Suddenly, a man appears at your door. He is from the IRS, the only surviving branch of the federal government, and he is here to collect. | Three sharp raps on the door and adrenaline shot through me. I grabbed my rifle and crept towards the door, walking on the balls of my feet, trying to be completely silent. Now the hard part: to risk glancing through the peephole, or yank the door open and bank on surprise. A month of nuclear winter makes you less risk... | Alright, I guess I will kick this off then because I am excited to see what people come up with. Shoutout to u/Ghosttwo for providing me with [the inspiration](https://www.reddit.com/r/YouShouldKnow/comments/6takyx/comment/dljcvoq?st=J69Z02I0&sh=4c7cfec9)!
**Story time:**
A frail man dressed in human bones and sh... |
Inspired by [an old NYT article ](http://www.nytimes.com/1989/03/28/business/nuclear-war-plan-by-irs.html) about the existence of an IRS plan to resume collections 30 days after a nuclear war. | [WP] It's been 30 days since the nuclear war with North Korea and you are beginning to lose hope. There has been no radio broadcast, no military response, no aid. Suddenly, a man appears at your door. He is from the IRS, the only surviving branch of the federal government, and he is here to collect. | I stared at the man in disbelief. I took him all in. The impeccable suit. The perfectly done hair, that flawless skin, the smooth, businesslike voice, and that dammed fake smile. It hadn't even been, what, a month since fallout came like death's cloak over the land? And yet, here he was, expecting *me* to pay him dues ... | Alright, I guess I will kick this off then because I am excited to see what people come up with. Shoutout to u/Ghosttwo for providing me with [the inspiration](https://www.reddit.com/r/YouShouldKnow/comments/6takyx/comment/dljcvoq?st=J69Z02I0&sh=4c7cfec9)!
**Story time:**
A frail man dressed in human bones and sh... |
Inspired by [an old NYT article ](http://www.nytimes.com/1989/03/28/business/nuclear-war-plan-by-irs.html) about the existence of an IRS plan to resume collections 30 days after a nuclear war. | [WP] It's been 30 days since the nuclear war with North Korea and you are beginning to lose hope. There has been no radio broadcast, no military response, no aid. Suddenly, a man appears at your door. He is from the IRS, the only surviving branch of the federal government, and he is here to collect. | "Canned goods, ammunition, or precious metals. We've been over this already, sir." The man in the tattered Sears suit was well past annoyed and graduating to angry. The large men behind him in equally cheap suits didn't look any happier.
"And like I told you - I don't have anything. I'm living off of scraps and protei... | Alright, I guess I will kick this off then because I am excited to see what people come up with. Shoutout to u/Ghosttwo for providing me with [the inspiration](https://www.reddit.com/r/YouShouldKnow/comments/6takyx/comment/dljcvoq?st=J69Z02I0&sh=4c7cfec9)!
**Story time:**
A frail man dressed in human bones and sh... |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | Groggy. Eyes crustily sealed shut. A throbbing in his temples.
Coffee.
Rolling out of bed, his feet firmly planted on the cold tile floor. The sun failed to shine through his open windows, instead taking refuge behind the pendulous clouds that were sure to bring afternoon showers. Summer had been more humid than us... | The old man came around to this bar every day for a few months. He’d sit in the corner lookin’ all frail with sunken eyes and missin’ teeth, holdin’ onto that peculiar mug of his with his right hand and spinning some kind of coin on the table with his left. He was always lookin’ down at that mug – mutterin’ quiet gibbe... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | Until about a week ago, I would have told you that having a Mug of Many Things is the best thing that can happen to you. You always have the liquid you need, whenever you need it, and as much as you need. It doesn’t really let you dump anything out, usually, but when you never have to worry about having a drink again, ... | The old man came around to this bar every day for a few months. He’d sit in the corner lookin’ all frail with sunken eyes and missin’ teeth, holdin’ onto that peculiar mug of his with his right hand and spinning some kind of coin on the table with his left. He was always lookin’ down at that mug – mutterin’ quiet gibbe... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | I've had this mug for a few years now. My dad, God rest his soul, passed on. This mug was one of the few things he bequeathed to me. It was strange. I never needed to fill it up. You could leave it perfectly empty, and yet when you pressed it to your lips, you got something. I've had water, coffee, orange juice, alcoho... | The old man came around to this bar every day for a few months. He’d sit in the corner lookin’ all frail with sunken eyes and missin’ teeth, holdin’ onto that peculiar mug of his with his right hand and spinning some kind of coin on the table with his left. He was always lookin’ down at that mug – mutterin’ quiet gibbe... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | Ah, Lady Grey Tea. I usually had Earl Grey, but with the wind picking up, this was the perfect substitute. I sighed happily, swishing the last drops of tea around in the mug before draining them. After carefully attaching the mug to my belt, I stood and stretched. There was work to be done...
The wreck had happened tw... | The old man came around to this bar every day for a few months. He’d sit in the corner lookin’ all frail with sunken eyes and missin’ teeth, holdin’ onto that peculiar mug of his with his right hand and spinning some kind of coin on the table with his left. He was always lookin’ down at that mug – mutterin’ quiet gibbe... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | Ah, Lady Grey Tea. I usually had Earl Grey, but with the wind picking up, this was the perfect substitute. I sighed happily, swishing the last drops of tea around in the mug before draining them. After carefully attaching the mug to my belt, I stood and stretched. There was work to be done...
The wreck had happened tw... | I picked up my mug, thirsty from work. I had been carrying multitudes of packages in the hot summer heat for customers in various places. My water bottle was empty by the time I was halfway done, and I couldn't bring my mug for fear it would break. I decided that once it got home I would immediately drink from my mug.... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | I've had this mug for a few years now. My dad, God rest his soul, passed on. This mug was one of the few things he bequeathed to me. It was strange. I never needed to fill it up. You could leave it perfectly empty, and yet when you pressed it to your lips, you got something. I've had water, coffee, orange juice, alcoho... | Groggy. Eyes crustily sealed shut. A throbbing in his temples.
Coffee.
Rolling out of bed, his feet firmly planted on the cold tile floor. The sun failed to shine through his open windows, instead taking refuge behind the pendulous clouds that were sure to bring afternoon showers. Summer had been more humid than us... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | Ah, Lady Grey Tea. I usually had Earl Grey, but with the wind picking up, this was the perfect substitute. I sighed happily, swishing the last drops of tea around in the mug before draining them. After carefully attaching the mug to my belt, I stood and stretched. There was work to be done...
The wreck had happened tw... | Groggy. Eyes crustily sealed shut. A throbbing in his temples.
Coffee.
Rolling out of bed, his feet firmly planted on the cold tile floor. The sun failed to shine through his open windows, instead taking refuge behind the pendulous clouds that were sure to bring afternoon showers. Summer had been more humid than us... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | Until about a week ago, I would have told you that having a Mug of Many Things is the best thing that can happen to you. You always have the liquid you need, whenever you need it, and as much as you need. It doesn’t really let you dump anything out, usually, but when you never have to worry about having a drink again, ... | Another day, another visit to the good ol' bar.
Hey, life wasn't always fun, and sometimes people just needed to forget, right?
Cosmo sighed, as he ordered a drink and sat down on the chair in front of his favorite table, the one in the very back by the corner. Sometimes, he just felt the urge to drink alone.
He... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | I've had this mug for a few years now. My dad, God rest his soul, passed on. This mug was one of the few things he bequeathed to me. It was strange. I never needed to fill it up. You could leave it perfectly empty, and yet when you pressed it to your lips, you got something. I've had water, coffee, orange juice, alcoho... | Another day, another visit to the good ol' bar.
Hey, life wasn't always fun, and sometimes people just needed to forget, right?
Cosmo sighed, as he ordered a drink and sat down on the chair in front of his favorite table, the one in the very back by the corner. Sometimes, he just felt the urge to drink alone.
He... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | Ah, Lady Grey Tea. I usually had Earl Grey, but with the wind picking up, this was the perfect substitute. I sighed happily, swishing the last drops of tea around in the mug before draining them. After carefully attaching the mug to my belt, I stood and stretched. There was work to be done...
The wreck had happened tw... | Another day, another visit to the good ol' bar.
Hey, life wasn't always fun, and sometimes people just needed to forget, right?
Cosmo sighed, as he ordered a drink and sat down on the chair in front of his favorite table, the one in the very back by the corner. Sometimes, he just felt the urge to drink alone.
He... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | Ah, Lady Grey Tea. I usually had Earl Grey, but with the wind picking up, this was the perfect substitute. I sighed happily, swishing the last drops of tea around in the mug before draining them. After carefully attaching the mug to my belt, I stood and stretched. There was work to be done...
The wreck had happened tw... | Until about a week ago, I would have told you that having a Mug of Many Things is the best thing that can happen to you. You always have the liquid you need, whenever you need it, and as much as you need. It doesn’t really let you dump anything out, usually, but when you never have to worry about having a drink again, ... | |
[WP] You found a real world "Mug of Many Things." Whenever you drink from it, what liquid you needed most was in it. Coffee for that boost in being awake, water for the parched, even a little liquor for killing cowardice. Today you taste something truly unexpected. | Ah, Lady Grey Tea. I usually had Earl Grey, but with the wind picking up, this was the perfect substitute. I sighed happily, swishing the last drops of tea around in the mug before draining them. After carefully attaching the mug to my belt, I stood and stretched. There was work to be done...
The wreck had happened tw... | I've had this mug for a few years now. My dad, God rest his soul, passed on. This mug was one of the few things he bequeathed to me. It was strange. I never needed to fill it up. You could leave it perfectly empty, and yet when you pressed it to your lips, you got something. I've had water, coffee, orange juice, alcoho... | |
Inspired by [this comment](https://www.reddit.com/r/mildlyinteresting/comments/6x1egl/a_chunk_of_dirt_that_was_struck_by_lightning_and/dmcgdmj/) by /u/casualsax! | [WP] Imagine a younger species of man, one that didn't have their parents repeatedly tell them "Don't play with fire." How did the world end up? | Of course it was stupid to play with fire. Even our younglings learned so after the fire’s first bite. But the elder’s looked on, smiling, as if we would soon learn the truth to such a curiosity.
“You’ll understand when you need to,” they told us. “We hope it isn’t too late by then.”
So we kept at it, reaching throu... | I juggled the small ball of fire while my professor talked about how people had trouble controlling the elements in the second millennia. She went on to explain how we had then evolved over a millennia slowly learning the art of controlling the elements. First through machines, then bio-augmentation, then it had slow... |
Inspired by [this comment](https://www.reddit.com/r/mildlyinteresting/comments/6x1egl/a_chunk_of_dirt_that_was_struck_by_lightning_and/dmcgdmj/) by /u/casualsax! | [WP] Imagine a younger species of man, one that didn't have their parents repeatedly tell them "Don't play with fire." How did the world end up? | Boiwun gazed up at the enormous, white cone-shaped fruit hanging from the highest branch of the big tree. He stood directly beneath it, mouth open and tongue hanging down his chin, as the strange fruit dripped delicious warm golden goo into his mouth.
"Mmm," he said, smacking his lips succulently.
He liked that. Had... | I juggled the small ball of fire while my professor talked about how people had trouble controlling the elements in the second millennia. She went on to explain how we had then evolved over a millennia slowly learning the art of controlling the elements. First through machines, then bio-augmentation, then it had slow... |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "So wait, all we have to do is screw with the state estimator a little bit, and the entire northeast will go down?"
"Totally! They'll never even know. They'll blame it on a race condition or something"
"Maybe we'll even see the northern lights... I've never seen the northern lights."
"This is august - you know t... | **A Right Kind of Light**
It wasn’t right, it was never right.
Atop the summit’s height, my telescoped looking far beyond; the heavens before my very eyes.
It wasn’t right, it’s not right!
The lights, the color, the sense and the spirit they were all wrong!
None could see what I see here in this putrid place, corru... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | You didn't know what happened the night before. You had gone to bed earlier for some reason. Maybe you just had a long day and decided to turn in early, or maybe you had to go somewhere early the next morning.
Once you've gotten your breakfast together, you decide to check out the news. Your TV comes on and you tune i... | **A Right Kind of Light**
It wasn’t right, it was never right.
Atop the summit’s height, my telescoped looking far beyond; the heavens before my very eyes.
It wasn’t right, it’s not right!
The lights, the color, the sense and the spirit they were all wrong!
None could see what I see here in this putrid place, corru... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | As soon as his plan to shutdown the grid suceeded, the astronomer ran outside, just in time to see lights coming back on from backup generators. People coming out of their houses shining flash lights and smartphones to see what is going on. People turned on their car headlights to light the streets back up. As briefly ... | **A Right Kind of Light**
It wasn’t right, it was never right.
Atop the summit’s height, my telescoped looking far beyond; the heavens before my very eyes.
It wasn’t right, it’s not right!
The lights, the color, the sense and the spirit they were all wrong!
None could see what I see here in this putrid place, corru... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | Haven't written in a while, but I miss it. So i figured I would finally try my hand at my first writing prompt. Please let me know what you think, and suggestions on how to improve.
We weren’t give much information on who we were after. Intel was pretty light, as our target had opted to stay off the grid for the bett... | **A Right Kind of Light**
It wasn’t right, it was never right.
Atop the summit’s height, my telescoped looking far beyond; the heavens before my very eyes.
It wasn’t right, it’s not right!
The lights, the color, the sense and the spirit they were all wrong!
None could see what I see here in this putrid place, corru... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | Brent stood there, trembling, on the edge of wetting his pants. He was terrified and tired and so very, *very* stupid, he thought. What had he been thinking?
He had never even *held* a gun before, but now he had it trained onto the three terrified men who sat before him in worn-out overalls and hardhats. And the on... | **A Right Kind of Light**
It wasn’t right, it was never right.
Atop the summit’s height, my telescoped looking far beyond; the heavens before my very eyes.
It wasn’t right, it’s not right!
The lights, the color, the sense and the spirit they were all wrong!
None could see what I see here in this putrid place, corru... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Are uh... are 'y'all sure about that, Earnie?" The portly man asked, giving his bearded chin a scratch. If someone were to put this fellow into a category, it would most certainly be "redneck". Of course, the man did not care much for labels or titles; he was taught very well by his mother (rest her peaceful soul) th... | **A Right Kind of Light**
It wasn’t right, it was never right.
Atop the summit’s height, my telescoped looking far beyond; the heavens before my very eyes.
It wasn’t right, it’s not right!
The lights, the color, the sense and the spirit they were all wrong!
None could see what I see here in this putrid place, corru... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Power's out." My father struck a match and lit another candle as he said this to me, as if I somehow wasn't aware already. I sighed.
“Yeah, dad, I know.”
He dragged a wicker chair across the porch and sat down next to me. “They say some fella in Columbus did it. Something about seeing stars. I'd like to make him see... | **A Right Kind of Light**
It wasn’t right, it was never right.
Atop the summit’s height, my telescoped looking far beyond; the heavens before my very eyes.
It wasn’t right, it’s not right!
The lights, the color, the sense and the spirit they were all wrong!
None could see what I see here in this putrid place, corru... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | **A Right Kind of Light**
It wasn’t right, it was never right.
Atop the summit’s height, my telescoped looking far beyond; the heavens before my very eyes.
It wasn’t right, it’s not right!
The lights, the color, the sense and the spirit they were all wrong!
None could see what I see here in this putrid place, corru... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | You didn't know what happened the night before. You had gone to bed earlier for some reason. Maybe you just had a long day and decided to turn in early, or maybe you had to go somewhere early the next morning.
Once you've gotten your breakfast together, you decide to check out the news. Your TV comes on and you tune i... | Succeeding in his mission, he basks in the glory of the stars and the space beyond. Unbeknownst to him, the hospital fails to provide power for those in intensive care. Over 1500 patients die from several state hospitals. The good will astronomer is apprehended and charged with over 1500 murders, is found guilty and ... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | Haven't written in a while, but I miss it. So i figured I would finally try my hand at my first writing prompt. Please let me know what you think, and suggestions on how to improve.
We weren’t give much information on who we were after. Intel was pretty light, as our target had opted to stay off the grid for the bett... | Succeeding in his mission, he basks in the glory of the stars and the space beyond. Unbeknownst to him, the hospital fails to provide power for those in intensive care. Over 1500 patients die from several state hospitals. The good will astronomer is apprehended and charged with over 1500 murders, is found guilty and ... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | Brent stood there, trembling, on the edge of wetting his pants. He was terrified and tired and so very, *very* stupid, he thought. What had he been thinking?
He had never even *held* a gun before, but now he had it trained onto the three terrified men who sat before him in worn-out overalls and hardhats. And the on... | Succeeding in his mission, he basks in the glory of the stars and the space beyond. Unbeknownst to him, the hospital fails to provide power for those in intensive care. Over 1500 patients die from several state hospitals. The good will astronomer is apprehended and charged with over 1500 murders, is found guilty and ... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | Succeeding in his mission, he basks in the glory of the stars and the space beyond. Unbeknownst to him, the hospital fails to provide power for those in intensive care. Over 1500 patients die from several state hospitals. The good will astronomer is apprehended and charged with over 1500 murders, is found guilty and ... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | You didn't know what happened the night before. You had gone to bed earlier for some reason. Maybe you just had a long day and decided to turn in early, or maybe you had to go somewhere early the next morning.
Once you've gotten your breakfast together, you decide to check out the news. Your TV comes on and you tune i... | I did the calculations. Lots of math, lots of weather-watching, and lots of not-particularly-legal blueprint-searching. I'd spent years - no, decades, now - searching for the perfect moment, the perfect timing for everything to come together in one grand display.
And that moment was *now*.
Well, not *now* now. Thursd... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | You didn't know what happened the night before. You had gone to bed earlier for some reason. Maybe you just had a long day and decided to turn in early, or maybe you had to go somewhere early the next morning.
Once you've gotten your breakfast together, you decide to check out the news. Your TV comes on and you tune i... | "So wait, all we have to do is screw with the state estimator a little bit, and the entire northeast will go down?"
"Totally! They'll never even know. They'll blame it on a race condition or something"
"Maybe we'll even see the northern lights... I've never seen the northern lights."
"This is august - you know t... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | As soon as his plan to shutdown the grid suceeded, the astronomer ran outside, just in time to see lights coming back on from backup generators. People coming out of their houses shining flash lights and smartphones to see what is going on. People turned on their car headlights to light the streets back up. As briefly ... | "So wait, all we have to do is screw with the state estimator a little bit, and the entire northeast will go down?"
"Totally! They'll never even know. They'll blame it on a race condition or something"
"Maybe we'll even see the northern lights... I've never seen the northern lights."
"This is august - you know t... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | Haven't written in a while, but I miss it. So i figured I would finally try my hand at my first writing prompt. Please let me know what you think, and suggestions on how to improve.
We weren’t give much information on who we were after. Intel was pretty light, as our target had opted to stay off the grid for the bett... | "So wait, all we have to do is screw with the state estimator a little bit, and the entire northeast will go down?"
"Totally! They'll never even know. They'll blame it on a race condition or something"
"Maybe we'll even see the northern lights... I've never seen the northern lights."
"This is august - you know t... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | Brent stood there, trembling, on the edge of wetting his pants. He was terrified and tired and so very, *very* stupid, he thought. What had he been thinking?
He had never even *held* a gun before, but now he had it trained onto the three terrified men who sat before him in worn-out overalls and hardhats. And the on... | "So wait, all we have to do is screw with the state estimator a little bit, and the entire northeast will go down?"
"Totally! They'll never even know. They'll blame it on a race condition or something"
"Maybe we'll even see the northern lights... I've never seen the northern lights."
"This is august - you know t... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | "So wait, all we have to do is screw with the state estimator a little bit, and the entire northeast will go down?"
"Totally! They'll never even know. They'll blame it on a race condition or something"
"Maybe we'll even see the northern lights... I've never seen the northern lights."
"This is august - you know t... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | As soon as his plan to shutdown the grid suceeded, the astronomer ran outside, just in time to see lights coming back on from backup generators. People coming out of their houses shining flash lights and smartphones to see what is going on. People turned on their car headlights to light the streets back up. As briefly ... | This will probably get buried, I have been trying to get help for a few days. You see, when Josh shut down the power grid, I was responsible for bringing it back online. With all the redundancy in the system I was able to restore the power within a few minutes; it's possible that nobody even experienced a power drop. I... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | Haven't written in a while, but I miss it. So i figured I would finally try my hand at my first writing prompt. Please let me know what you think, and suggestions on how to improve.
We weren’t give much information on who we were after. Intel was pretty light, as our target had opted to stay off the grid for the bett... | This will probably get buried, I have been trying to get help for a few days. You see, when Josh shut down the power grid, I was responsible for bringing it back online. With all the redundancy in the system I was able to restore the power within a few minutes; it's possible that nobody even experienced a power drop. I... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | Brent stood there, trembling, on the edge of wetting his pants. He was terrified and tired and so very, *very* stupid, he thought. What had he been thinking?
He had never even *held* a gun before, but now he had it trained onto the three terrified men who sat before him in worn-out overalls and hardhats. And the on... | This will probably get buried, I have been trying to get help for a few days. You see, when Josh shut down the power grid, I was responsible for bringing it back online. With all the redundancy in the system I was able to restore the power within a few minutes; it's possible that nobody even experienced a power drop. I... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Are uh... are 'y'all sure about that, Earnie?" The portly man asked, giving his bearded chin a scratch. If someone were to put this fellow into a category, it would most certainly be "redneck". Of course, the man did not care much for labels or titles; he was taught very well by his mother (rest her peaceful soul) th... | This will probably get buried, I have been trying to get help for a few days. You see, when Josh shut down the power grid, I was responsible for bringing it back online. With all the redundancy in the system I was able to restore the power within a few minutes; it's possible that nobody even experienced a power drop. I... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Power's out." My father struck a match and lit another candle as he said this to me, as if I somehow wasn't aware already. I sighed.
“Yeah, dad, I know.”
He dragged a wicker chair across the porch and sat down next to me. “They say some fella in Columbus did it. Something about seeing stars. I'd like to make him see... | This will probably get buried, I have been trying to get help for a few days. You see, when Josh shut down the power grid, I was responsible for bringing it back online. With all the redundancy in the system I was able to restore the power within a few minutes; it's possible that nobody even experienced a power drop. I... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | This will probably get buried, I have been trying to get help for a few days. You see, when Josh shut down the power grid, I was responsible for bringing it back online. With all the redundancy in the system I was able to restore the power within a few minutes; it's possible that nobody even experienced a power drop. I... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | Brent stood there, trembling, on the edge of wetting his pants. He was terrified and tired and so very, *very* stupid, he thought. What had he been thinking?
He had never even *held* a gun before, but now he had it trained onto the three terrified men who sat before him in worn-out overalls and hardhats. And the on... | As soon as his plan to shutdown the grid suceeded, the astronomer ran outside, just in time to see lights coming back on from backup generators. People coming out of their houses shining flash lights and smartphones to see what is going on. People turned on their car headlights to light the streets back up. As briefly ... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | As soon as his plan to shutdown the grid suceeded, the astronomer ran outside, just in time to see lights coming back on from backup generators. People coming out of their houses shining flash lights and smartphones to see what is going on. People turned on their car headlights to light the streets back up. As briefly ... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | Brent stood there, trembling, on the edge of wetting his pants. He was terrified and tired and so very, *very* stupid, he thought. What had he been thinking?
He had never even *held* a gun before, but now he had it trained onto the three terrified men who sat before him in worn-out overalls and hardhats. And the on... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Are uh... are 'y'all sure about that, Earnie?" The portly man asked, giving his bearded chin a scratch. If someone were to put this fellow into a category, it would most certainly be "redneck". Of course, the man did not care much for labels or titles; he was taught very well by his mother (rest her peaceful soul) th... | When I heard the mad astronomer
When the proofs, the figures, failed to interest me
When I went about my day without a thought for what's above,
When I listened to him rant and pull out his hair "but you've never even seen them!"
How disinterested I was of his obsession
Til the city lights went out at his hand
In... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Power's out." My father struck a match and lit another candle as he said this to me, as if I somehow wasn't aware already. I sighed.
“Yeah, dad, I know.”
He dragged a wicker chair across the porch and sat down next to me. “They say some fella in Columbus did it. Something about seeing stars. I'd like to make him see... | When I heard the mad astronomer
When the proofs, the figures, failed to interest me
When I went about my day without a thought for what's above,
When I listened to him rant and pull out his hair "but you've never even seen them!"
How disinterested I was of his obsession
Til the city lights went out at his hand
In... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | John checked his clock. It read 21:27. In just 3 minutes the group of hackers he had hired would shut down the power grid for the entire state of North Carolina. He just wished he could have done it for the entire United States, however their services were not coming cheap.
John knew that lack of perspective was behin... | When I heard the mad astronomer
When the proofs, the figures, failed to interest me
When I went about my day without a thought for what's above,
When I listened to him rant and pull out his hair "but you've never even seen them!"
How disinterested I was of his obsession
Til the city lights went out at his hand
In... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | When I heard the mad astronomer
When the proofs, the figures, failed to interest me
When I went about my day without a thought for what's above,
When I listened to him rant and pull out his hair "but you've never even seen them!"
How disinterested I was of his obsession
Til the city lights went out at his hand
In... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Power's out." My father struck a match and lit another candle as he said this to me, as if I somehow wasn't aware already. I sighed.
“Yeah, dad, I know.”
He dragged a wicker chair across the porch and sat down next to me. “They say some fella in Columbus did it. Something about seeing stars. I'd like to make him see... | Yellow, brown, yellow, brown! It doesn't take a fucking genius to realize that the light pollution has obviously gotten out of hand. I dare you to look into the decaying night sky on a clear Chicago night, and attempt to see anything but yellow and brown. It's a stain on nature. A cloud over a cloudless city. Living i... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | There was once a crazed astronomer
Who led an engineer astray
From his duties at the electronomer
His plan failed, dismay!
Day 2, he thought
a second chance at last
to give the public a view
of a night as clear as glass
Day 3, behold, he exclaimed
Pointing to his telescope
A magnificent instrument
... | Yellow, brown, yellow, brown! It doesn't take a fucking genius to realize that the light pollution has obviously gotten out of hand. I dare you to look into the decaying night sky on a clear Chicago night, and attempt to see anything but yellow and brown. It's a stain on nature. A cloud over a cloudless city. Living i... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | John checked his clock. It read 21:27. In just 3 minutes the group of hackers he had hired would shut down the power grid for the entire state of North Carolina. He just wished he could have done it for the entire United States, however their services were not coming cheap.
John knew that lack of perspective was behin... | Yellow, brown, yellow, brown! It doesn't take a fucking genius to realize that the light pollution has obviously gotten out of hand. I dare you to look into the decaying night sky on a clear Chicago night, and attempt to see anything but yellow and brown. It's a stain on nature. A cloud over a cloudless city. Living i... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | Yellow, brown, yellow, brown! It doesn't take a fucking genius to realize that the light pollution has obviously gotten out of hand. I dare you to look into the decaying night sky on a clear Chicago night, and attempt to see anything but yellow and brown. It's a stain on nature. A cloud over a cloudless city. Living i... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | "Are uh... are 'y'all sure about that, Earnie?" The portly man asked, giving his bearded chin a scratch. If someone were to put this fellow into a category, it would most certainly be "redneck". Of course, the man did not care much for labels or titles; he was taught very well by his mother (rest her peaceful soul) th... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | "Power's out." My father struck a match and lit another candle as he said this to me, as if I somehow wasn't aware already. I sighed.
“Yeah, dad, I know.”
He dragged a wicker chair across the porch and sat down next to me. “They say some fella in Columbus did it. Something about seeing stars. I'd like to make him see... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | There was once a crazed astronomer
Who led an engineer astray
From his duties at the electronomer
His plan failed, dismay!
Day 2, he thought
a second chance at last
to give the public a view
of a night as clear as glass
Day 3, behold, he exclaimed
Pointing to his telescope
A magnificent instrument
... | |
[WP] A crazed astronomer undergoes a quest to shut down the entire state's power grid, in an effort to force the population to behold, for the first time, the beauty of a starry night sky. | "Astronomer here!"
I paused a minute, pondering the next words. The path I had taken to get here was crazy if you thought about it. Start posting astronomy comments on a message board. Gather a following. The following grew- thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands and millions around the globe, ... | John checked his clock. It read 21:27. In just 3 minutes the group of hackers he had hired would shut down the power grid for the entire state of North Carolina. He just wished he could have done it for the entire United States, however their services were not coming cheap.
John knew that lack of perspective was behin... | |
[WP] extroverts get their energy from the people around them, introverts get their energy from within. Extroverts have started to farm introverts and harvest their energy, and you've just been put in charge. | "It was 'The Matrix' that gave me the idea," I told the reporter as we strolled through endless rows of bookshelves. Literally endless.
The reporter scribbled in his notebook, pausing only to push his crooked glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
"We need the energy we can harvest from introverts. But I don't want ... | "Thank you Mr President. I realise how important this endeavour is."
"Thank you sir, yes communicating like this, without seeing you face to face is tiring to me as well."
"I'd love that, sir. I've never been to the White House, even on a tour party."
"Looking forward to it, I'll bring a couple of dozen of my closes... | |
[WP] extroverts get their energy from the people around them, introverts get their energy from within. Extroverts have started to farm introverts and harvest their energy, and you've just been put in charge. | I had just sat down in my office when Laura poked her head into the doorway, grinning broadly.
"Morning, Ray," she said. "How was the gala last night?"
I smiled back as I sorted out the reports on my desk. "Perfect. I think we won't have to worry about funding for a while now. Our results over the last eight months h... | "Thank you Mr President. I realise how important this endeavour is."
"Thank you sir, yes communicating like this, without seeing you face to face is tiring to me as well."
"I'd love that, sir. I've never been to the White House, even on a tour party."
"Looking forward to it, I'll bring a couple of dozen of my closes... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | "Hey...this is...ah shit. I can't even remember my fucking name. Well you see, I guess I only get one call and, well you were the one person I could think of. I just wanted to let you know that for the time I was there your chipper smile every morning on your way to get coffee was the only sense of caring I'd felt. Tha... | The phone rang.
Hello. I say
Hey, my name is Alex. And apparently when you die, you get to have a single phone call to whoever you want. They say.
Okay.
So yeah, sadly I'm dead.
That's bad.
Yeah.
How'd you die?
You murdered me you bastard! he said shouting into the phone.
So instead of using your phone call to... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | Part 1 of 3
The phone starts ringing.
After years of work blocking telemarketing numbers and finally getting off debt collection lists for the deadbeat that owned this number ten years ago I had finally become one of those houses in which the land line never rings. Keeping all business matters to my mobile phone I pl... | The phone rang.
Hello. I say
Hey, my name is Alex. And apparently when you die, you get to have a single phone call to whoever you want. They say.
Okay.
So yeah, sadly I'm dead.
That's bad.
Yeah.
How'd you die?
You murdered me you bastard! he said shouting into the phone.
So instead of using your phone call to... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | "Hello?"
Even through that, I could only think about the stack of applications mounting on my desk and all of the mailboxes burying my resume beneath other aspirations and ambitions, all of which more deserving than mine.
Still, one should project a little more confidence within their voice, where faces are missing, ... | The phone rang.
Hello. I say
Hey, my name is Alex. And apparently when you die, you get to have a single phone call to whoever you want. They say.
Okay.
So yeah, sadly I'm dead.
That's bad.
Yeah.
How'd you die?
You murdered me you bastard! he said shouting into the phone.
So instead of using your phone call to... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | This party was just too much, I just had to take a step outside and breathe in some fresh air.
The silence only lasted for a minute before it was interrupted by the ringing of my phone, must be Kelly, again, I thought as I picked up my phone.
"Hello, Hello," a tired voice called out.
"hello," I... | The phone rang.
Hello. I say
Hey, my name is Alex. And apparently when you die, you get to have a single phone call to whoever you want. They say.
Okay.
So yeah, sadly I'm dead.
That's bad.
Yeah.
How'd you die?
You murdered me you bastard! he said shouting into the phone.
So instead of using your phone call to... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | **Hello, this is Morgan Freeman.**
Whoa, for real? This is really Morgan Freeman?
**Its like you have heard my voice before. (Soft, dry chuckle with shake of head) May I ask who is calling?**
My name is Steve. I just died, and well it looks like you get a phone call from Heaven after you die.
**You think I don't kn... | The phone rang.
Hello. I say
Hey, my name is Alex. And apparently when you die, you get to have a single phone call to whoever you want. They say.
Okay.
So yeah, sadly I'm dead.
That's bad.
Yeah.
How'd you die?
You murdered me you bastard! he said shouting into the phone.
So instead of using your phone call to... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | I was going about my day off as usual. Sleeping in, making a decent breakfast, catching up on shows and just shooting the breeze. It was one of those slow days where it feels like the day drags on and nothing really seems interesting anymore. I wasn't tired enough to nap so that was out of the question. I had already c... | The phone rang.
Hello. I say
Hey, my name is Alex. And apparently when you die, you get to have a single phone call to whoever you want. They say.
Okay.
So yeah, sadly I'm dead.
That's bad.
Yeah.
How'd you die?
You murdered me you bastard! he said shouting into the phone.
So instead of using your phone call to... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | > Incoming call: Afterlife
This was the first time John had gotten this call. A few people around him had died but nobody had called him, choosing spouses, soul mates or children instead. He figured he would eventually get called by someone but as far as he knew all of his closest friends and family were still aliv... | The phone rang.
Hello. I say
Hey, my name is Alex. And apparently when you die, you get to have a single phone call to whoever you want. They say.
Okay.
So yeah, sadly I'm dead.
That's bad.
Yeah.
How'd you die?
You murdered me you bastard! he said shouting into the phone.
So instead of using your phone call to... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | Part 1 of 3
The phone starts ringing.
After years of work blocking telemarketing numbers and finally getting off debt collection lists for the deadbeat that owned this number ten years ago I had finally become one of those houses in which the land line never rings. Keeping all business matters to my mobile phone I pl... | The call came in as the sun was rising. I hadn’t even gotten to my coffee yet, its wispy tendrils of heat rising in curled strands as I reached beside it to grab my phone. Triple seven. -Oh.- My heart sank, as this could only mean one thing. I accepted the call with my stomach attempting to escape through my throat, “H... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | Part 1 of 3
The phone starts ringing.
After years of work blocking telemarketing numbers and finally getting off debt collection lists for the deadbeat that owned this number ten years ago I had finally become one of those houses in which the land line never rings. Keeping all business matters to my mobile phone I pl... | I have been plagued by scam calls for a very long time, or at least so I thought...
Since a young age I have been engrained by my parents to not answer a call from an unrecognized number and the few times I have, mostly with local area code numbers, they were all scams or recordings. This, on top off all the random nu... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | Part 1 of 3
The phone starts ringing.
After years of work blocking telemarketing numbers and finally getting off debt collection lists for the deadbeat that owned this number ten years ago I had finally become one of those houses in which the land line never rings. Keeping all business matters to my mobile phone I pl... | Dammit, who the hell is calling this late?
"Hello?"
...
"Hello?"
...
"You better have a damned good reason for waking me up in the middle of the fucking night!"
Finally, a voice starts uttering some numbers, "3", "2", "6". He continues, "Bellingham Way."
"326 Bellingham Way what the fuck are you talking abo... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | **Hello, this is Morgan Freeman.**
Whoa, for real? This is really Morgan Freeman?
**Its like you have heard my voice before. (Soft, dry chuckle with shake of head) May I ask who is calling?**
My name is Steve. I just died, and well it looks like you get a phone call from Heaven after you die.
**You think I don't kn... | "Hello?"
Even through that, I could only think about the stack of applications mounting on my desk and all of the mailboxes burying my resume beneath other aspirations and ambitions, all of which more deserving than mine.
Still, one should project a little more confidence within their voice, where faces are missing, ... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | I was going about my day off as usual. Sleeping in, making a decent breakfast, catching up on shows and just shooting the breeze. It was one of those slow days where it feels like the day drags on and nothing really seems interesting anymore. I wasn't tired enough to nap so that was out of the question. I had already c... | "Hello?"
Even through that, I could only think about the stack of applications mounting on my desk and all of the mailboxes burying my resume beneath other aspirations and ambitions, all of which more deserving than mine.
Still, one should project a little more confidence within their voice, where faces are missing, ... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | **Hello, this is Morgan Freeman.**
Whoa, for real? This is really Morgan Freeman?
**Its like you have heard my voice before. (Soft, dry chuckle with shake of head) May I ask who is calling?**
My name is Steve. I just died, and well it looks like you get a phone call from Heaven after you die.
**You think I don't kn... | This party was just too much, I just had to take a step outside and breathe in some fresh air.
The silence only lasted for a minute before it was interrupted by the ringing of my phone, must be Kelly, again, I thought as I picked up my phone.
"Hello, Hello," a tired voice called out.
"hello," I... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | I was going about my day off as usual. Sleeping in, making a decent breakfast, catching up on shows and just shooting the breeze. It was one of those slow days where it feels like the day drags on and nothing really seems interesting anymore. I wasn't tired enough to nap so that was out of the question. I had already c... | This party was just too much, I just had to take a step outside and breathe in some fresh air.
The silence only lasted for a minute before it was interrupted by the ringing of my phone, must be Kelly, again, I thought as I picked up my phone.
"Hello, Hello," a tired voice called out.
"hello," I... | |
[WP] When a person dies, they get a final phone call from the afterlife to one person who is still living. Most of the deceased will call their close family or friends. One day, you’re called by a stranger. | I was going about my day off as usual. Sleeping in, making a decent breakfast, catching up on shows and just shooting the breeze. It was one of those slow days where it feels like the day drags on and nothing really seems interesting anymore. I wasn't tired enough to nap so that was out of the question. I had already c... | **Hello, this is Morgan Freeman.**
Whoa, for real? This is really Morgan Freeman?
**Its like you have heard my voice before. (Soft, dry chuckle with shake of head) May I ask who is calling?**
My name is Steve. I just died, and well it looks like you get a phone call from Heaven after you die.
**You think I don't kn... | |
[WP] Life and Death show up to the same hospital room. | Ahura was looking down on the hospital bed. She was stricken, and I couldn't blame her. We generally never cross paths any more, and usually when we did it was going to be an awful day. This was absolutely one of those. A girl of only seventeen lay there. She was pretty, almost sylvan in appearance. She had short aubur... | "Well now. What are the odds?"
"Quite high. We're in a hospital, after all, and it seems these days we're always meeting each other in hospitals."
"I suppose that's true. Either way, it's good to see you again. I wish the circumstances were different..."
"Yeah, it's nice to have a chat with you. It's pretty lonely w... | |
[WP]You work at an air traffic control tower. A plane that disappeared 12 years ago has contacted you on the radio to let you know they'll be landing at the airport in 15 minutes. | "Control, this is Flight 103 requesting permission to land, over."
"Sir could you please repeat your flight number?"
"Flight 103, Sir. Requesting permission to land."
Something was wrong. I could feel it.
"Flight 103, this Control. Permission not yet granted."
I looked at the radar. It showed a dot the size only o... | I got this job because it was calm, and semi-useful, even though all I did basically was make sure the little blips on the CRT in front of me were not wrong or on collision courses or whatever, and if they did i just pushed a button and the plane flew itself on the right course. I was bored, that was until I heard a no... | |
[WP]You work at an air traffic control tower. A plane that disappeared 12 years ago has contacted you on the radio to let you know they'll be landing at the airport in 15 minutes. | I shoved my way past the double doors into Howard's office. Thankfully, the phone to his ear prevented him from chewing me out as I caught my breath. "Sir? Northern Airlines Flight 70 is requesting permission to land."
"I'm going to have to call you back." He hung up, but didn't drop the glare. "I swear, if this is a... | [Edit] Submitted only the first half accidentally.
It was 9am on a Monday. I started work at 6am and was just getting ready to swap with Leo to go and get my bait out of the fridge when I heard a voice cry out in my ears. I pulled the headphones off them in order to listen without going death.
'This is flight 623... | |
[WP]You work at an air traffic control tower. A plane that disappeared 12 years ago has contacted you on the radio to let you know they'll be landing at the airport in 15 minutes. | At 2 am on our small, country airfield, the soft sprinkle of rain against the control tower windows played in my ears like a lullaby. If it weren't for my 4th cup of coffee, and my three colleagues, I would have been long sunken into sleep. The gentle glow of our worn out desk lamps were our only means of lighting the ... | The air traffic control room was silent one second, and pandemonium the next. Red phones were being taken off their hooks and top secret clearances were being used. Me? I just sat and stared at my computer absolutely dumbfounded. Airway 8793 had disappeared twelve years ago to the day, and yet here they were calling us... | |
[WP] "Look, even the paranormal society thinks investigating that place is a bad idea. Why is it so important to you anyway?" | "Look, even the paranormal society thinks that investigating that place is a bad idea. Why is it so important to you anyway?"
"Because I can't remember what it looks like."
"Huh? That makes no sense, it's right there in the pictures."
"No, the inside. I used to dream about the place. Every morning I would wake up an... | *"Fuck* the Paranormal Society."
I could almost hear Tasha rolling her eyes behind me. "They don't want you to die, Jason. That's all."
"I know, Tash, I know." I sit down hard on the leather chair. Tasha pulls a stopper from a crystal decanter, and I smell the sharp, sweet, gorgeous, smell of expensive brandy.
She... | |
[WP] "Look, even the paranormal society thinks investigating that place is a bad idea. Why is it so important to you anyway?" | "It's none of your... I'm sorry. I'm just... Look, do you owe me one or not?"
I sighed as I looked up at her. Grey circles stretched under her bloodshot eyes . Her face and arms were covered in small scratches, her once bright green T-shirt now ragged, torn, and an oily grey, her pants covered in dried. At least the q... | *"Fuck* the Paranormal Society."
I could almost hear Tasha rolling her eyes behind me. "They don't want you to die, Jason. That's all."
"I know, Tash, I know." I sit down hard on the leather chair. Tasha pulls a stopper from a crystal decanter, and I smell the sharp, sweet, gorgeous, smell of expensive brandy.
She... | |
[WP] You are regular employee at the superhuman registration office. Explain a day in the life. | "Name?"
"Darkphantom!"
Jean sighed. "*Name.*", she said, not trying to contain her impatience. Her left hand instinctively reached for the stack of information pamphlets on her desk.
"Um.. Nick Michelson"
"Thank you, your powers?"
"Super-intelligence."
Yeah, right.
Nick saw the look on her face and interje... | Hello! Welcome to the superhuman registration office. What superhuman ability are you claiming?
Invincibility? Alright sir I have to advise you that he test for this ability is 100% deadly if you're not actually invincible.
Alright sir have a nice day!
17th troll today. For fucks sake people it's only 10:00am
| |
Something like 'trespassers will be prostituted' etc. | [WP]You ignore a seemingly mis-spelt sign but later realise to your horror that there was no mistake made. | "BRIDGE HEAD" the sign says as you approach the river crossing. It's probably a mistake you wouldn't even have noticed if you weren't going slower than a sandpaper snake along these old dirt roads, but with rain and age these roads are known to be treacherous to the unwary traveler. As your headlights pass over it you... | > ***Welcome to Wizardin'!***
> **PARKING FOR PRIVATE MEMBERS ONLY.**
> *All others will be toad.*
I gave a tired laugh as I saw the sign outside the old building. Wizardin'... *Wizards' Inn*. Man, these folks really liked their wordplay, huh? Well, the place can't be too bad. I've been on the road ... |
Something like 'trespassers will be prostituted' etc. | [WP]You ignore a seemingly mis-spelt sign but later realise to your horror that there was no mistake made. | The signs were as clear as day. That's why I packed my things and left. The bag felt stuffed between my calloused fingers, leather handle riding an indent in the hard flesh. She wanted this. That's what got me walking down Great Road, the longest stretch in the country. Dying would be bliss right about now. The h... | > ***Welcome to Wizardin'!***
> **PARKING FOR PRIVATE MEMBERS ONLY.**
> *All others will be toad.*
I gave a tired laugh as I saw the sign outside the old building. Wizardin'... *Wizards' Inn*. Man, these folks really liked their wordplay, huh? Well, the place can't be too bad. I've been on the road ... |
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