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[WP] A new 'Sleeping Pill' came out that lets you take it as a 'sleep supplement' without having to ever sleep. Everyone is taking them, able to be more productive. You don't trust or take them and start seeing the side effects. | The ground was littered with bodies. The lucky ones were dead. The majority were wriggling about in agonizing pain. Between the groans and cries, there was a constant splashing sound as they flopped about in semi\-coagulated puddles of blood.
Katya was thin but not gaunt. She had worked for years as a secretary and fi... | I looked back at the shorelines of dover one last time. I had a ferry full of supplies and as much filtered water as I could get my hands on.
They should have paid more attention to the long term side effects; decreased white blood cell count, changes in cognitive functions. Sure, the company told us all not to take ... | |
[WP] A new 'Sleeping Pill' came out that lets you take it as a 'sleep supplement' without having to ever sleep. Everyone is taking them, able to be more productive. You don't trust or take them and start seeing the side effects. | It was marketed so innocently. One pill, once a day, and never have to sleep again. Who wouldn’t jump at that opportunity? Within a matter of months society had radically altered to accommodate this new lifestyle. No one saw the harm in 24 hour restaurants or salons. Now everything was always open. However there was ... | I looked back at the shorelines of dover one last time. I had a ferry full of supplies and as much filtered water as I could get my hands on.
They should have paid more attention to the long term side effects; decreased white blood cell count, changes in cognitive functions. Sure, the company told us all not to take ... | |
[WP] A new 'Sleeping Pill' came out that lets you take it as a 'sleep supplement' without having to ever sleep. Everyone is taking them, able to be more productive. You don't trust or take them and start seeing the side effects. | “I’m not kidding, I got hours of work done, didn’t sleep a wink, and I feel fine.”
“It’s caffeine. Or cocaine maybe. Do you even know what’s in it?”
“Hey, if the FDA says it’s okay …”
That’s as far as I can pay attention. I hear this, or a variation, nearly every day. This time it’s Pete. Sometimes vegan, sometimes ... | I looked back at the shorelines of dover one last time. I had a ferry full of supplies and as much filtered water as I could get my hands on.
They should have paid more attention to the long term side effects; decreased white blood cell count, changes in cognitive functions. Sure, the company told us all not to take ... | |
[WP] A new 'Sleeping Pill' came out that lets you take it as a 'sleep supplement' without having to ever sleep. Everyone is taking them, able to be more productive. You don't trust or take them and start seeing the side effects. | It was marketed so innocently. One pill, once a day, and never have to sleep again. Who wouldn’t jump at that opportunity? Within a matter of months society had radically altered to accommodate this new lifestyle. No one saw the harm in 24 hour restaurants or salons. Now everything was always open. However there was ... | The ground was littered with bodies. The lucky ones were dead. The majority were wriggling about in agonizing pain. Between the groans and cries, there was a constant splashing sound as they flopped about in semi\-coagulated puddles of blood.
Katya was thin but not gaunt. She had worked for years as a secretary and fi... | |
[WP] A new 'Sleeping Pill' came out that lets you take it as a 'sleep supplement' without having to ever sleep. Everyone is taking them, able to be more productive. You don't trust or take them and start seeing the side effects. | “I’m not kidding, I got hours of work done, didn’t sleep a wink, and I feel fine.”
“It’s caffeine. Or cocaine maybe. Do you even know what’s in it?”
“Hey, if the FDA says it’s okay …”
That’s as far as I can pay attention. I hear this, or a variation, nearly every day. This time it’s Pete. Sometimes vegan, sometimes ... | The ground was littered with bodies. The lucky ones were dead. The majority were wriggling about in agonizing pain. Between the groans and cries, there was a constant splashing sound as they flopped about in semi\-coagulated puddles of blood.
Katya was thin but not gaunt. She had worked for years as a secretary and fi... | |
[WP] Humanity achieves interstellar travel. You find out why alien civilizations didn't reach out to Earth. | We did it ! On orbit, around an alien planet. But we're the aliens this time. We had a hard time believing.
The linguists did worked their ass off and now we were talking via radio to their orbital center, on how to get on the ground Taalmuntis' ground.
My ship was majestic. As big as manhattan, as powerful as ten of... | Wow!' began the captain 'Just wow.'
You and the lieutenant loom over to what he's looking at. He's looking back to where the earth would be if they could see it. 500-foot flaming letters were floating in the middle of space.
Hey, the guys are jerks don't talk to them - God (btw this is my final message to you until yo... | |
[WP] You have died. Like all people, you have been sent to hell. However, instead of having your punishment chosen for you, everyone must pick the severity they believe they deserve. You are the first to get it right. | “Do you know what sins you have committed?” the being asked. It was a vile, misshapen thing, towering up twice her height and looking at her through empty sockets that seemed to see too much. A long tail had slowly wrapped itself around her and the being took a step closer. “I do,” it continued, now smiling with its to... | Darkness. Heat. Where am I? I was driving, wasn't I? And then that truck... Yes, so this is like...
An smooth, playful, but somewhat sinister voice interrupts me: "Yes, you are dead. Finished. Crushed \-quite literally. Why can trucks be fluffier? Anyway, welcome to the afterlife. Darkness, heat, all the good stuff. W... | |
[WP] You have died. Like all people, you have been sent to hell. However, instead of having your punishment chosen for you, everyone must pick the severity they believe they deserve. You are the first to get it right. | "Uh, hi?" I frowned as I walked into a plush office that looked just like an ordinary accounting office. I paused as I spotted a TV on the wall. It looked like it was broadcasting stock charts but instead of companies it appeared to be different sins with the Seven Deadly Sins in bold.
"I don't have all day, Audi." A ... | Darkness. Heat. Where am I? I was driving, wasn't I? And then that truck... Yes, so this is like...
An smooth, playful, but somewhat sinister voice interrupts me: "Yes, you are dead. Finished. Crushed \-quite literally. Why can trucks be fluffier? Anyway, welcome to the afterlife. Darkness, heat, all the good stuff. W... | |
[WP] You have died. Like all people, you have been sent to hell. However, instead of having your punishment chosen for you, everyone must pick the severity they believe they deserve. You are the first to get it right. | "Uh, hi?" I frowned as I walked into a plush office that looked just like an ordinary accounting office. I paused as I spotted a TV on the wall. It looked like it was broadcasting stock charts but instead of companies it appeared to be different sins with the Seven Deadly Sins in bold.
"I don't have all day, Audi." A ... | Everyone needs to go. We all know that. Some go earlier than others. Some *want* to go earlier. Some get sent earlier. Yet there are also the fortunate. Those who hadn't sustained injuries, were mentally sane or just naturally blessed with a strong body. Or luck.
I wasn't one of them. At the ripe old age of 32, I got ... | |
[WP] You have died. Like all people, you have been sent to hell. However, instead of having your punishment chosen for you, everyone must pick the severity they believe they deserve. You are the first to get it right. | Satan's eyes were both beautiful and perilous. They screamed pain and pleasure. They burned and soothed. Their color seemed to shift continuously. The edges of his mouth nearly touched his ears, his smile was so big. The question he had asked lingered between us like the smoke from the fire pit below.
"Well?" he asked... | Everyone needs to go. We all know that. Some go earlier than others. Some *want* to go earlier. Some get sent earlier. Yet there are also the fortunate. Those who hadn't sustained injuries, were mentally sane or just naturally blessed with a strong body. Or luck.
I wasn't one of them. At the ripe old age of 32, I got ... | |
[WP] You have died. Like all people, you have been sent to hell. However, instead of having your punishment chosen for you, everyone must pick the severity they believe they deserve. You are the first to get it right. | "So, let me get this straight," I stare the angelic being in the eye as best I can, his fallen nature cut down on the blinding light but it still wasn't comfortable, "I'm here in Hell to make an honest accounting for my life, confess all my sins, and suffer appropriate punishment for as long as I feel is honestly fair?... | “Well, child?”
*What is that? Why am I here? Where* is *here?*
“To make a decision. You know where we are. Damnation.”
*If you can read my mind, you know I don’t know the question.*
“Oh, you do. You just haven’t put it together yet. We’re in Hell, correct? You had to have been sent here for a reason.”
*I... have d... | |
[WP] You have died. Like all people, you have been sent to hell. However, instead of having your punishment chosen for you, everyone must pick the severity they believe they deserve. You are the first to get it right. | Darkness hung its head down watching all of us single file through the gates. Chains dragged my soul across the snow toward the front of the line. Statues stood in disarray from the souls that froze into solid ice. Fire sprouted like spring flowers in order to protect the souls coming to Hades.
“You!” I heard someone ... | “Well, child?”
*What is that? Why am I here? Where* is *here?*
“To make a decision. You know where we are. Damnation.”
*If you can read my mind, you know I don’t know the question.*
“Oh, you do. You just haven’t put it together yet. We’re in Hell, correct? You had to have been sent here for a reason.”
*I... have d... | |
[WP] In a fantasy world full of magic, a man with a golden mask gives you a strange pocket watch and teaches you powers beyond the standards of your world. | "Why me?"
He gave his usual laugh again and took one last look at the watch. "I can not answer that. Only you have the answer you seek."
...
"What's the use of a pocketwatch that ticks backward? Maybe it's broken?"
I smiled and watched as the hand clicked behind the twelve. "No, it works just fine. It isn't for tel... | There was once a blind man who was very lonely. All he ever had was a golden mask and a stopwatch, none knew what he could perform as he grew up isolated in the world.
His life was fruitful and peaceful, until the tyrant attacked his home. *Cut* and *Slash*, none of them ever survived except for him. Stripped from who... | |
[WP] Humans colonize an alien world and discover a delicious fungus that becomes an international delicacy. However, nobody realizes that it is sentient... | "See, the best part about this," Tony Chayka flashed a veneered smile, "is that it almost thrums in your mouth, and I know that verdimella fungus *is* foreign food and that the idea of a 'thrumming' food can be a little strange, but think of it like a massage for your pallet. The trick, as with all the best foods, is i... | Phil stood at the end of the meeting room table with his presentation clutched in his hands, and a briefcase at his side. His hair was unkempt as he hadn't showered in a week, and his out of style, loose fitting blue suit was stained with coffee and covered in what seemed to be black dog hair. Regardless, he was ready ... | |
[WP] The hero has collected the magical artifacts, and defeated the evil Overlord. Now he has all these magical artifacts sitting around the palace, unsecured. They must be returned to their hiding places, and he assigns the job to you. | "But Dragonborn? Are you really going to leave all of this out in the open??"
The floor of Breezehome was littered with instruments of death. Even if one did not know what they were, the immense power that rolled off them would strike fear into anyone. Unfortunately for her, she did know what they were. She had seen ... | I meant to return them, I really did.
I'd been tasked with returning the five rings of liquidity to each of their respective hiding places, and the queen had given me the whole year to complete my mission. She told me the rings were "a power too dangerous to be left as one," and that I must "banish the rings, one to ... | |
[WP] Two friends are essentially immortal. If they die they respawn immediately after. They resort to cheerfully killing themselves and each other for fun in various creative ways. Sometimes they compete to see who can do a stupidly dangerous or deadly thing the most. First to die is the loser! | "Wow...that quicker than I remember."
"Yeah - you disappeared pretty quick, Gil."
"Even still, I'm gonna have to knock it down to a 6/10. I forgot how you burst into flame before you've even touched the lava, and that's..."
"...uncomfortable, sure. Honestly, all other things being equal, I'd rather be stabbed to d... | The tidal forces of the Klemperer's Rosette of supermassive black holes gave new meaning to the term *gargantuan*. My lifelong buddy had soared laughingly into the heart of it and had been ripped into microscopic bits, themselves shredded to the atomic level as they fell further into the maelstrom.
And then he was bac... | |
[WP] You are a purse-snatcher. As you exit the train, you snatch the purse of a lady standing by the door. You turn around expecting someone to shout “STOP THAT THIEF!” Instead as the train doors close and the train pulls away, you see your victim with the most devilish smile starring back at you. | The underground is usually quiet at this time of the night and Matt liked it this way. He absolutely cherished the silence whenever he could get it, so this... this was ideal for him.
He huddled closer to his knees as he remained sitting at the entrance of the Canada Water underground station, just at the bottom of t... | I eyed my target. A young woman, brown hair and green eyes. Beautiful, with a designer bag wrapped around her arm. The train begins to slow. I make my move. I take two steps forward. I can smell the alcohol coming from my breath. I begin to crave more. Just a little closer. I'm so close my fingers graze the fine leathe... | |
[WP] You are a purse-snatcher. As you exit the train, you snatch the purse of a lady standing by the door. You turn around expecting someone to shout “STOP THAT THIEF!” Instead as the train doors close and the train pulls away, you see your victim with the most devilish smile starring back at you. | My buzz is fading and I am out money to buy more. It’s only 9pm and I have no place to go and the only thing I can think about is how to score the next hit. I am wandering aimlessly through the streets when I spy what looks like most of a subway sub in the trash. I grab it and hit the jackpot, it’s tuna with extra mayo... | I eyed my target. A young woman, brown hair and green eyes. Beautiful, with a designer bag wrapped around her arm. The train begins to slow. I make my move. I take two steps forward. I can smell the alcohol coming from my breath. I begin to crave more. Just a little closer. I'm so close my fingers graze the fine leathe... | |
[WP] Instead of "Let there be light," or a big bang, this universe began with "Hey y'all, watch this!" | In the beginning, the siblings three drank and were merry.
Yet the more they drank the more their hearts sank,
til the eldest said as he shook his head:
"My kin, is it not vain to drink all day and waste away?"
This the others pondered, til one answered:
"But pray, what is this, a "day"?"
And there was much laugh... | In the beginning Leroy created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of Leroy was hovering over the waters.
And Leroy said, "Hey y'all, watch this!" and there was light. Leroy saw that the light was good, and he separated the light fr... | |
[WP] Instead of "Let there be light," or a big bang, this universe began with "Hey y'all, watch this!" | Dyr was never a talented student. Wait...is "was" even correct when talking about his kind? Anyway, he never was a talented student, always got in to trouble at school. Still his parents sent him to become an alchemist - they have the money for it and they would do anything so that their son would reach a prominent sta... | In the beginning Leroy created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of Leroy was hovering over the waters.
And Leroy said, "Hey y'all, watch this!" and there was light. Leroy saw that the light was good, and he separated the light fr... | |
[WP] Instead of "Let there be light," or a big bang, this universe began with "Hey y'all, watch this!" | In the beginning, the siblings three drank and were merry.
Yet the more they drank the more their hearts sank,
til the eldest said as he shook his head:
"My kin, is it not vain to drink all day and waste away?"
This the others pondered, til one answered:
"But pray, what is this, a "day"?"
And there was much laugh... | In the time before time, Science had advanced to the point where it's limits were beyond imagination. In fact, Scientists had solved all mysteries, unveiled all secrets, and began to tackle...other problems. In fact, it wasn't until it was too late that they had discovered that they were solving the NEXT universes p... | |
[WP]You are a technologically impaired elder that meets with 'several hotties in your area,' has won 100s of 'this site's millionth visitor giveaways,' and have benefited from the guys that all your doctors seemingly hate. Every ad you click on, no matter how far fetched, becomes legitimate | Most of the other ones had worked, so why won’t this one?
Still, it’s a big risk. I look downwards. The ripped off slip of paper lies in one hand; my phone in the other. I’ve worked so hard for this moment, and still I struggle to dial the number, to complete what I set out to do. Maybe because I know once I do it, t... | To Whom It May Concern,
In my youth, life never seemed to go my way. Growing up in the 60’s, opportunity was everywhere, but I never could catch a break. I couldn’t get into college and my high school sweet heart left me after she got accepted. Manual Labor didn’t treat me too bad, but I never could hold a job for lon... | |
[WP] You live in a world were everyone is born with one spell that makes their daily lives a little easier/practical. You’ve realized that your seemingly harmless spell inadvertently gives you true power. | The moment we are born, we are entrusted with one word and that word is the core of our existence. Society is divided up into three sections: S-Ranks, A-Ranks, and the Leftovers. S-Ranks were those with powerful words such as "Life", "Darkness", or "God". A-Ranks were those with words such as "Fire", "Water", "Love", o... | ######[](#dropcap)
The fat oozed from the roasting pig as the flames licked at its charred skin, slowly rotating on its spit. Tendrils of muscles rippled and tensed in Apollo’s bicep and forearm as he cranked the handle, once, twice, three times… His nostrils flared, taking in the pleasant aroma wafting in the air aro... | |
[WP] You live in a world were everyone is born with one spell that makes their daily lives a little easier/practical. You’ve realized that your seemingly harmless spell inadvertently gives you true power. | "You're up next, sir." The man with the clipboard, tie, and earpiece nodded to me. "Anything else you need? We can always call a pause to make any changes-"
"No, no." I held up my hand, palm extended in front of the French cuff, the silver cufflink glinting in the rays of the spotlight that made it into the wings ... | Magic. In one world, a powerful and dreamt of power that is fantasized about. In mine? It's mundane. Everyone uses it, people are born with, and sure it's convenient but it's never been anything that's really strong or overpowered. Or at least that's what I thought, until I realized the power behind a seemingly mundane... | |
[WP] You live in a world were everyone is born with one spell that makes their daily lives a little easier/practical. You’ve realized that your seemingly harmless spell inadvertently gives you true power. | "You're up next, sir." The man with the clipboard, tie, and earpiece nodded to me. "Anything else you need? We can always call a pause to make any changes-"
"No, no." I held up my hand, palm extended in front of the French cuff, the silver cufflink glinting in the rays of the spotlight that made it into the wings ... | ######[](#dropcap)
When Mister Billy’s head imploded, the village of Alderford was thrown into a state of chaos and jubilation.
Mister Billy, or Bill Cocksuck, as he was known to most elders, was a rather loud, but standoffish man, whose occupation did little to endear him with any local population. He was a tax-ma... | |
[WP] And little by little I fade into you. | I remember what is was like, the first time I saw you in the hospital.
You were awake, bleached white hair spilling over pillowcases that were too stiff to really be comfortable, making jokes to keep your mom from crying anymore.
I remember realizing that I didn't want to run anymore.
We were 17 when my friend first... | Listen, I know it's been a while; you've pulled your life together quite a bit, you can finally welcome the day with false hope instead of pure dread. Things are looking up! But you can't just will me away with this reversible progress. It's pathetic, and so are you. This isn't truly happiness, is it? Because I'm still... | |
[WP] And little by little I fade into you. | I can’t get out of my own way, obsessive-neurotic
I can’t get out of your way. I’m obsessing I’m neurotic.
I’m fading.
So involved that it’s repulsive. So involved that I’m lost in you.
So involved that I’m dizzy.
Life is a nightmare I’m trapped in.
Have I faded? How i wish that I were jaded.
In need of being medicat... | Listen, I know it's been a while; you've pulled your life together quite a bit, you can finally welcome the day with false hope instead of pure dread. Things are looking up! But you can't just will me away with this reversible progress. It's pathetic, and so are you. This isn't truly happiness, is it? Because I'm still... | |
[WP] And little by little I fade into you. | Little steps forward we take, with you
By my side.
Little steps. Uncertain, weary.
I and you, growing growing growing together.
Fade our pasts
Into distant memory: we’re here, now, and onward,
You and I. | Listen, I know it's been a while; you've pulled your life together quite a bit, you can finally welcome the day with false hope instead of pure dread. Things are looking up! But you can't just will me away with this reversible progress. It's pathetic, and so are you. This isn't truly happiness, is it? Because I'm still... | |
[WP] And little by little I fade into you. | And little by little, I fade into you. As summer wanes into autumn, autumn falling to winter's cold embrace, and winter erupting into colorful spring, I fade.
My cheeks grow pale as we lie, close together. Neither of us saying a word, yet saying everything. Both of us snuggling in closer, breathing the other's scent -... | Listen, I know it's been a while; you've pulled your life together quite a bit, you can finally welcome the day with false hope instead of pure dread. Things are looking up! But you can't just will me away with this reversible progress. It's pathetic, and so are you. This isn't truly happiness, is it? Because I'm still... | |
[WP] Gordan Ramsay is unwillingly selected as a contestant for a Multi-universal cooking show. The other contestants? Various other Gordan(s) from alternate timelines. | "Oy! Are you even fucking listening to me?" Gordan bounced on the balls of his feet, clearly exasperated. "You don't put the fucking mustard on like you're painting a god damn garage!"
He ran to another station. "Ah, bloody hell! We give you the finest cut of meat in the universe and you hide it behind cauliflow... | Gordon let out a stream of profanities as he looked at the people he would be playing for his life against. But what bothered him the most as he looked out from behind his station is that he was plainly the angry Gordon. The guy at station seven seemed genuinely happy despite the dismal circumstances and the cook at st... | |
[WP] Gordan Ramsay is unwillingly selected as a contestant for a Multi-universal cooking show. The other contestants? Various other Gordan(s) from alternate timelines. | "Who's this?" Asked the Gordan about the tall, blonde man in the chef's outfit next to him.
"He's Gordon." Said the other Gordan.
"Idiot! I- We said bring every Gordan there is. Not Gordon! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, GORDAN!" Shouted Gordan.
Gordon glanced at the Gordan walking toward the door, and then the one behin... | Gordon let out a stream of profanities as he looked at the people he would be playing for his life against. But what bothered him the most as he looked out from behind his station is that he was plainly the angry Gordon. The guy at station seven seemed genuinely happy despite the dismal circumstances and the cook at st... | |
[WP] To prove to your 5 year old brother that you can't do magic, you demonstrate by mumbling some random words and yelling "Fireball!" The only problem is... it works. | "I bet you could do magic, Sean." my little brother said. "You're real smart."
I guess it should have made me feel good, the way Bryan looked up to me...he had so much faith in me. But as I glanced around at the cramped confines of our little room in the trailer where we lived with our mom and whatever "uncle" she'd b... | "Do magic!" My sibling cried.
"I can't, it's not real" I defied.
"You can! You can!" He cheered.
I pulled my thumb from my hand.
"No, you can do magic!"
He did not like the sleight.
I mumbled "This is tragic."
"You can, you can!"
I whisper something mystic,
Nonsense for a misfit.
I pushed my palm outward to... | |
[WP] When humans die they are shown a highlight reel of every moment that they unknowingly saved someone's life. You have just died and are shown into a room with a large screen, a comfortable chair, and 5 months worth of snacks. | I was not proud of the person I had become. When I sat on the electric chair knowing that I had only moments of life left to live, I began to reminisce all that I had been through - the day it all started with me pushing my best friend into the well, until the day the judge pronounced the death sentence. I am a killer.... | ***2 parts. Part 1:***
She came from nothing.
She would never go back.
That was a silent promise she made to herself when she finally grew successful. It felt like only yesterday she had meandered from trash can to trash can, navigating the wretched back alleyways she called home. She had stopped begging long ago, c... | |
[WP] When humans die they are shown a highlight reel of every moment that they unknowingly saved someone's life. You have just died and are shown into a room with a large screen, a comfortable chair, and 5 months worth of snacks. | The act was but a moment of help granted, I stopped and helped a women push her car into the gas station. I didn't even notice the kid in the back seat.
From that moment stemmed a torrent of good will, you see that morning the young boy made it to school on time as his mom got gas faster than she would have. The kid s... | After the eighteenth time a would-be suicide mused on my continued existence, her thoughts narrated by a voice far too beautiful to belong even in that lovely frame, I stopped watching. The sound, however, continued, as friends, relatives, lovers and strangers levied my personal wretchedness into the means of their sal... | |
[WP] When humans die they are shown a highlight reel of every moment that they unknowingly saved someone's life. You have just died and are shown into a room with a large screen, a comfortable chair, and 5 months worth of snacks. | "Why am I here?" The older man asked politely to himself. "You will understand soon, but for now you must sit." Chirped a voice that could only be discribed as tiny and kind.
It took him a few *episodes* to understand what was going on, the pain and suffering then a flash to someone safe and happy. These people, mos... | After the eighteenth time a would-be suicide mused on my continued existence, her thoughts narrated by a voice far too beautiful to belong even in that lovely frame, I stopped watching. The sound, however, continued, as friends, relatives, lovers and strangers levied my personal wretchedness into the means of their sal... | |
[WP] When humans die they are shown a highlight reel of every moment that they unknowingly saved someone's life. You have just died and are shown into a room with a large screen, a comfortable chair, and 5 months worth of snacks. | "Why am I here?" The older man asked politely to himself. "You will understand soon, but for now you must sit." Chirped a voice that could only be discribed as tiny and kind.
It took him a few *episodes* to understand what was going on, the pain and suffering then a flash to someone safe and happy. These people, mos... | Looking at the copious amounts of chocolate, chips, and for some reason, dried tealeaves, I wondered aloud:
“How long Is this showing?”
A deep booming voice resonated through the room, making my heart jump into my throat.
“21’914 lives saved. No more, no less. ”
Startling, I spun in a tight circle, trying to lo... | |
[WP] When humans die they are shown a highlight reel of every moment that they unknowingly saved someone's life. You have just died and are shown into a room with a large screen, a comfortable chair, and 5 months worth of snacks. | I closed my eyes for the final time and felt the weight on my chest release. The pain was gone and for a couple of moments I lay there and savoured the peace that surrounded me.
I heard somebody clearing their throat in expectation and I opened my eyes again, the peeling paint of the private hospital ward had been rep... | Looking at the copious amounts of chocolate, chips, and for some reason, dried tealeaves, I wondered aloud:
“How long Is this showing?”
A deep booming voice resonated through the room, making my heart jump into my throat.
“21’914 lives saved. No more, no less. ”
Startling, I spun in a tight circle, trying to lo... | |
[WP] You were born with the ability to imbue written words with power. Nobody knows you've been the guy who writes fortunes for fortune cookies for decades, helping or harming the lives of those who read them. Now you've decided to write your last, and most powerful incantation. | I sat quietly thinking what it was I wanted to put on paper. Ever since I discovered my power I had tried to utilize it to bring about positive change in the world.
I decided that I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer. I would write down two simple sentences that confounded me as to what the result could possibly... | "All these years! All these years! Not even a thank you!"
I sat there exasperated. All these years I have been helping people get what they want. Wives, cars, a life for some of these ungrateful idiots. I may have given people bad luck but they deserved it. That guy that did some sick garbage deserves to die. What did... | |
[WP] You were born with the ability to imbue written words with power. Nobody knows you've been the guy who writes fortunes for fortune cookies for decades, helping or harming the lives of those who read them. Now you've decided to write your last, and most powerful incantation. | Was my ability a gift or a curse? It seems cliche to even ask...but I have seen so much of it go *wrong.*
I am old now...so very old. I have lived so many lives, and then written myself young again to live new ones. And in all that time, I suppose that I have learned only this: I am not God. I should never have tried ... | "All these years! All these years! Not even a thank you!"
I sat there exasperated. All these years I have been helping people get what they want. Wives, cars, a life for some of these ungrateful idiots. I may have given people bad luck but they deserved it. That guy that did some sick garbage deserves to die. What did... | |
[WP] You were born with the ability to imbue written words with power. Nobody knows you've been the guy who writes fortunes for fortune cookies for decades, helping or harming the lives of those who read them. Now you've decided to write your last, and most powerful incantation. | It's a tiring job to write fortunes. Humanity is filled with greed, but they also have the propensity to change, or to make change. I’m not sure if there’s a difference, or if there is, which one is better. I remember when I first realized that my writing held power. It was the first time I’d written something wanting ... | "All these years! All these years! Not even a thank you!"
I sat there exasperated. All these years I have been helping people get what they want. Wives, cars, a life for some of these ungrateful idiots. I may have given people bad luck but they deserved it. That guy that did some sick garbage deserves to die. What did... | |
[WP] You were born with the ability to imbue written words with power. Nobody knows you've been the guy who writes fortunes for fortune cookies for decades, helping or harming the lives of those who read them. Now you've decided to write your last, and most powerful incantation. | "Whomsoever shall read this, if he be pure, shall possess the greatest mind of them all" and on the flip side "This piece of paper cannot be destroyed and it will roam the lands till the man pure of heart is found". With that, I put the pen down and folded the paper. It was a windy day, perfect. I left the paper on the... | "All these years! All these years! Not even a thank you!"
I sat there exasperated. All these years I have been helping people get what they want. Wives, cars, a life for some of these ungrateful idiots. I may have given people bad luck but they deserved it. That guy that did some sick garbage deserves to die. What did... | |
[WP] You wake up in a seemingly endless forest. In your right pocket, there is a combat knife. In your left pocket is a handwritten note that says... | *If you’re reading this note for the first time, please continue. Otherwise, why the heck are you rereading it?*
*1. This isn’t the first time you’ve had to read this note, ironic.*
*2. You wrote this note, also ironic.*
*3. You have really awesome tech (it’s all in your knife) but whenever you leave your pocket dim... | John
You know we care for you very much, you and your brothers have been of great help to our cause on this solar system, unfortunately the Unification doesn't want to deal with the human race just yet. This might seem wrong, but, in your current state it would be too dangerous to allow you to live near others, surely... | |
[WP] You can freeze time but every time you return (unfreeze time) a little thing in your normal life is changed. The longer you freeze time for, the more drastic the changes when you return. | I can remember it so clearly. She’s shouting at me, her voice harsh and brittle, flavoured by cigarettes and cheap wine. My young self just wants it all to stop, to escape. And then it happened. Time stops, like a photograph everything is suddenly still. There is no sound, and even the smoke that had been wafting up fr... | Tempus fugit. It's a Latin phrase, meaning "time flows". It's a mantra for myself, helping me keep a stable state of my mind as my control over the various aspects of life lessens. For many years, I slowly developed an ability. Chronomancy, obtained from texts about the Lamas of Tibet, fueled by my natural ability to s... | |
[WP] You can freeze time but every time you return (unfreeze time) a little thing in your normal life is changed. The longer you freeze time for, the more drastic the changes when you return. | At first, it was nothing more than a game. Some simple fun, nothing too serious. But it didn't take me long to get hooked. The adrenaline. The competition. The mystery. I can't get enough of it.
I've been stopping and starting time for about ten years now. It's pretty easy to get the hang of after your first time, but... | This is a confession post. Here, I'm going to tell you about my life. My name is John, ironic since it's generic, right? Anyway, I have the power to freeze time. Wow, such a cut there, right? You probably don't believe me, and that's probably a good thing, as it would probably only serve to put me into danger. But, I n... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | How am I going to tell Bart that I am leaving? I mean it’s odd that he is the only one in the world that can hear me, but I guess that goes with being dead. Oh, wait…. did I forget that to mention that I’m a ghost? Well before I get more scatterbrained, I am going to start at the beginning.
My name is Rachel Lawrence.... | A terrifying, icy cold chill passed through Jack’s spine as he left his house for work. But it wasn’t the first time it had happened. Corduroy loved doing it, passing straight through a person, and much to Jack’s dismay. It was the last time it happened.
Jack moved into that house for the same reason that anyone else ... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | Since we met 39 years ago, Shamus always tried to get me to pull his finger.
14th April 1979, Shamus pops out of a wall "Pull my finger!" he said.
I was 8, so wasn't particularly shocked with a ghost popping out of the wall, as my world view was still very-much open to such things as ghosts. I was, however, a year ... | A terrifying, icy cold chill passed through Jack’s spine as he left his house for work. But it wasn’t the first time it had happened. Corduroy loved doing it, passing straight through a person, and much to Jack’s dismay. It was the last time it happened.
Jack moved into that house for the same reason that anyone else ... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | *”Hey...uh...I have to talk to you about something.”*
“Okay,” I respond, glancing quickly at the ethereal form of my best friend. He takes that moment to throw my fighter and the booming voice of Shao Kahn shouts to finish me. A toothy grin stretches across his face as Sub-Zero freezes my doomed Sonia and shatters the... | A terrifying, icy cold chill passed through Jack’s spine as he left his house for work. But it wasn’t the first time it had happened. Corduroy loved doing it, passing straight through a person, and much to Jack’s dismay. It was the last time it happened.
Jack moved into that house for the same reason that anyone else ... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | *”Hey...uh...I have to talk to you about something.”*
“Okay,” I respond, glancing quickly at the ethereal form of my best friend. He takes that moment to throw my fighter and the booming voice of Shao Kahn shouts to finish me. A toothy grin stretches across his face as Sub-Zero freezes my doomed Sonia and shatters the... | How am I going to tell Bart that I am leaving? I mean it’s odd that he is the only one in the world that can hear me, but I guess that goes with being dead. Oh, wait…. did I forget that to mention that I’m a ghost? Well before I get more scatterbrained, I am going to start at the beginning.
My name is Rachel Lawrence.... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | She had hair that rested on her shoulders, giving off a slight glow from the reflected sunlight. You know, the kind of hair that never really does what you want it to do—you can never straighten it, or curl it without hours of pain and agony—but whenever you just let it be, it settled just perfectly.
“How do you get y... | I was about 6 at the time we moved into our current house. My mother saw it was a very cheap house, due to all it's apparent past haunting, and she found a nearby job as a single mother. She believed it was bullshit, and I'm glad she did. When we first moved here, she didn't notice anything but I started to notice weir... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | I press the button and Aidan on the screen jumps over the oncoming monster and slashes is his sword down. The sword nicks the top of the monster - a strange mix of pumpkin and bloodsucking bat. The thing screams on top of its lungs as the legendary sword rips it apart, ichor flowing everywhere around it till it deflate... | I was about 6 at the time we moved into our current house. My mother saw it was a very cheap house, due to all it's apparent past haunting, and she found a nearby job as a single mother. She believed it was bullshit, and I'm glad she did. When we first moved here, she didn't notice anything but I started to notice weir... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | I booted up the game, waiting for player two to enter the game. I cracked open a beer in the meantime, kicking up my feet on the table. He was damned good at FIFA - for a ghost.
He was taking long today. There was still no sign of him; no shit talking, no icon flashing on screen. Nothing.
"Casper?" I yelled, my stu... | I was about 6 at the time we moved into our current house. My mother saw it was a very cheap house, due to all it's apparent past haunting, and she found a nearby job as a single mother. She believed it was bullshit, and I'm glad she did. When we first moved here, she didn't notice anything but I started to notice weir... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | We used to hang out in the basement, sometimes after school, but always on weekends. It was the unfinished sort of basement, one that my parents used to talk of finishing wistfully each night during supper, before bustling off in the morning to their separate jobs, forgetting about the topic completely until it was onc... | I was about 6 at the time we moved into our current house. My mother saw it was a very cheap house, due to all it's apparent past haunting, and she found a nearby job as a single mother. She believed it was bullshit, and I'm glad she did. When we first moved here, she didn't notice anything but I started to notice weir... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | I could tell that his heart just wasn't in it. We have been evenly-matched for the most part, me because I've been playing games my whole life, him because he has time to practise all day. That meant that my current 15-0 winning streak in *Mario Kart* was an aberration certainly worth investigating, so I placed the con... | I was about 6 at the time we moved into our current house. My mother saw it was a very cheap house, due to all it's apparent past haunting, and she found a nearby job as a single mother. She believed it was bullshit, and I'm glad she did. When we first moved here, she didn't notice anything but I started to notice weir... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | We used to hang out in the basement, sometimes after school, but always on weekends. It was the unfinished sort of basement, one that my parents used to talk of finishing wistfully each night during supper, before bustling off in the morning to their separate jobs, forgetting about the topic completely until it was onc... | I press the button and Aidan on the screen jumps over the oncoming monster and slashes is his sword down. The sword nicks the top of the monster - a strange mix of pumpkin and bloodsucking bat. The thing screams on top of its lungs as the legendary sword rips it apart, ichor flowing everywhere around it till it deflate... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | We used to hang out in the basement, sometimes after school, but always on weekends. It was the unfinished sort of basement, one that my parents used to talk of finishing wistfully each night during supper, before bustling off in the morning to their separate jobs, forgetting about the topic completely until it was onc... | I booted up the game, waiting for player two to enter the game. I cracked open a beer in the meantime, kicking up my feet on the table. He was damned good at FIFA - for a ghost.
He was taking long today. There was still no sign of him; no shit talking, no icon flashing on screen. Nothing.
"Casper?" I yelled, my stu... | |
[WP] Your best friend is weirdly the ghost that haunts your house, you chat with each other, play video games, bullshit over movies. Until the day that they finally finish the thing that has kept them from moving on all this time | I could tell that his heart just wasn't in it. We have been evenly-matched for the most part, me because I've been playing games my whole life, him because he has time to practise all day. That meant that my current 15-0 winning streak in *Mario Kart* was an aberration certainly worth investigating, so I placed the con... | I booted up the game, waiting for player two to enter the game. I cracked open a beer in the meantime, kicking up my feet on the table. He was damned good at FIFA - for a ghost.
He was taking long today. There was still no sign of him; no shit talking, no icon flashing on screen. Nothing.
"Casper?" I yelled, my stu... | |
[WP] Dante's inferno has one more circle of hell where not even Lucifer was able to go | He let me flounder for a moment, but I was not here to be punished. He didn't let the darkness settle in. I did not wholly lose my faith that he was still there. I did not wholly lose my faith that *I* was still there - which is to say, anywhere at all - or that I still *was.*
It wasn't really darkness, after all. It ... | Beneath the frozen lake resided but one being. Name lost long ago it sank forever in the void. Deeper and deeper it would fall forever, shrinking further from the light of the Almighty. Where even Lucifer was illuminated in his perpetual torment of the three traitors, no such luxury befell the wretch. God Himself had t... | |
[WP] Dante's inferno has one more circle of hell where not even Lucifer was able to go | My dread grew with each ring. The hooded man I followed had said nothing since the two words he had offered when we first met, "Follow me."
And so I did. It's not like I had anywhere else to go. He allowed me to stop at each circle to greet friends and family from life, but the visits were short. I had met my preacher... | Beneath the frozen lake resided but one being. Name lost long ago it sank forever in the void. Deeper and deeper it would fall forever, shrinking further from the light of the Almighty. Where even Lucifer was illuminated in his perpetual torment of the three traitors, no such luxury befell the wretch. God Himself had t... | |
[WP] The problem with seeing magic is that eventually it sees you too. | Humans can't use magic, but they can steal it.
Magic doesn't exist in this world. It can't. There are rules to this world that magic just breaks. But the Alternate doesn't have the same rules that our world does. It has its own, and those we barely understand.
We grew so quickly from minor discoveries like never-endi... | Many peoples perception of magic is that of innate energies drawn from ones inner self, projected through silly rituals to mold the world before them to their whim. A nice little power fantasy. But a man is simply a man, and magic is... something else.
The bars beat pounded as twenty somethings fumbled across the f... | |
[WP] The village idiot has lived a long life, so long that people are mistaking his inane ramblings for wise sayings and advice. | "SAVE HER" a disheveled old man moaned as he tottered nervously on the corner bedpost. "I'm a doctor, not a magician. You need to calm down sir so I can work." The middle-aged physician was on edge. Normally an in and out sort of practitioner, today Dr. Alxeander Pie was more talkative. Known as a very calm and ret... | He once said “A bird in the hand is worth--” before stopping abruptly. Now every man, woman and even child walks around with a feathery friend in their hand. This had a profound effect on the effectiveness of the king’s army for one. Turns out it was quite hard to hold a bird while also holding a broadsword and a Heate... | |
[WP] The village idiot has lived a long life, so long that people are mistaking his inane ramblings for wise sayings and advice. | He wandered through the streets, his cracked voice echoing out with the rising of the dawn. He had been shunned for most of his life, his brain believed to have been infected by the fever that ravaged him as a babe. Now, in his ninetieth year, he had amassed a following, those eager to discern the secret to longevity f... | He once said “A bird in the hand is worth--” before stopping abruptly. Now every man, woman and even child walks around with a feathery friend in their hand. This had a profound effect on the effectiveness of the king’s army for one. Turns out it was quite hard to hold a bird while also holding a broadsword and a Heate... | |
[WP] The village idiot has lived a long life, so long that people are mistaking his inane ramblings for wise sayings and advice. | "SAVE HER" a disheveled old man moaned as he tottered nervously on the corner bedpost. "I'm a doctor, not a magician. You need to calm down sir so I can work." The middle-aged physician was on edge. Normally an in and out sort of practitioner, today Dr. Alxeander Pie was more talkative. Known as a very calm and ret... | Every day we gathered at dawn before the elders gave out duties, to hear the clairvoyant. He was ancient. Some claim he lived 30 winters, which was unheard of in the tribe. Others insisted his words come from the Afu-Ra, the great snake that eats the sun every evening. There were those that claimed his words are heresy... | |
[WP] The village idiot has lived a long life, so long that people are mistaking his inane ramblings for wise sayings and advice. | He wandered through the streets, his cracked voice echoing out with the rising of the dawn. He had been shunned for most of his life, his brain believed to have been infected by the fever that ravaged him as a babe. Now, in his ninetieth year, he had amassed a following, those eager to discern the secret to longevity f... | Every day we gathered at dawn before the elders gave out duties, to hear the clairvoyant. He was ancient. Some claim he lived 30 winters, which was unheard of in the tribe. Others insisted his words come from the Afu-Ra, the great snake that eats the sun every evening. There were those that claimed his words are heresy... | |
[WP] You are an undead warlord, cursed to a life of war and misery. Until you find out that the curse was all a prank. | "A trick." I repeated, dumbly.
"Yes! Well, to be honest, we thought it would teach you some humility, you know?"
"You cursed me with undeath. I couldn't eat, drink, or sleep. Everyone tries to kill me on sight, and you're now telling me that it was a *game*?"
Argus looked at Mir, who tossed her hair over her should... | He hacked and slashed, disemboweling one enemy, decapitating another. This was his life. War, death and destruction.
The gods had cursed him at birth, so the villagers had said. They were forced to cut him from his mother's lifeless body and it left him scarred across the face. Before he was old enough to properly ho... | |
[WP] You live in a house that’s haunted by a ghost. It communicates with you through sticky notes. The ghost does chores around the house to keep busy. One day you get a note that says, “I can’t do this anymore, I’m done.” | At first, I didn't know what to think.
Was I delusional? Perhaps I was merely forgetful. However, I couldn't possibly be so forgetful as to have no recollection of how my house has been spotless for the past month without any work on my part. The dishes I left in the sink, the dirty laundry I didn't have time to wash... | That’s when it all clicked. The ghost was my ex wife, Carla. It was the exact phrase she used when she told me we were through. Before the cancer. Before the heartache. Now she was back, reanimating the pain that carried her away all those years ago, when she got tired of my laziness, my lethargy, the languidness that ... | |
[WP] "Explain to me again, slowly this time, how you managed to cause a global blackout with a fucking rubber duck?!" | "Fine, fine, fine... let me start from the beginning, *officer*," I reiterated in an annoyed tone. I mean, I'm not an idiot. Why would I do this on purpose? Obviously, it was an accident... anyone could have done it.
"So it all started with the birthday party. It was my friend's 24th birthday, and we went downtown to... | There I stood. Head down, hands in pockets, and just wanting so desperately to sink into the floor out of existence.
My boss, Dr. Benedict, was having his weekly shout-fest. He always picks someone to ream out, usually for good reason (my coworkers are idiots) but this was just unnecessary. I made one small mistake.
... | |
[WP] "Explain to me again, slowly this time, how you managed to cause a global blackout with a fucking rubber duck?!" | "So you've heard of rubber duck debugging, right? Where you talk to a rubber duck and listen to yourself to get an idea of what's going wrong?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I forgot that I'd put a voice-activated speaker in the duck I taped to my monitor - look, I was on the night shift and studying for finals. The internship wa... | There I stood. Head down, hands in pockets, and just wanting so desperately to sink into the floor out of existence.
My boss, Dr. Benedict, was having his weekly shout-fest. He always picks someone to ream out, usually for good reason (my coworkers are idiots) but this was just unnecessary. I made one small mistake.
... | |
[WP] "Explain to me again, slowly this time, how you managed to cause a global blackout with a fucking rubber duck?!" | "So you've heard of rubber duck debugging, right? Where you talk to a rubber duck and listen to yourself to get an idea of what's going wrong?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I forgot that I'd put a voice-activated speaker in the duck I taped to my monitor - look, I was on the night shift and studying for finals. The internship wa... | "Fine, fine, fine... let me start from the beginning, *officer*," I reiterated in an annoyed tone. I mean, I'm not an idiot. Why would I do this on purpose? Obviously, it was an accident... anyone could have done it.
"So it all started with the birthday party. It was my friend's 24th birthday, and we went downtown to... | |
[WP] "Explain to me again, slowly this time, how you managed to cause a global blackout with a fucking rubber duck?!" | "So you've heard of rubber duck debugging, right? Where you talk to a rubber duck and listen to yourself to get an idea of what's going wrong?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I forgot that I'd put a voice-activated speaker in the duck I taped to my monitor - look, I was on the night shift and studying for finals. The internship wa... | The mood at the security bureau was chaotic. Tsarnev had been reassigned to this case after the massive blackout that happened during the recent World Cup match. This wasn't a good look for Russia, though neither was the view outside his cramped cubicle which normally belonged to someone else. This was a critical time ... | |
[WP] "Explain to me again, slowly this time, how you managed to cause a global blackout with a fucking rubber duck?!" | "OK, but before we get started - and for the record - I want to say that, *technically*, it wasn't the rubber duck that blacked out Asia and Australia."
They could have been professional poker players, for all their expressions told me.
"OK. I need to back up to a few days ago. You know I work at Rubber 'N' More upst... | The mood at the security bureau was chaotic. Tsarnev had been reassigned to this case after the massive blackout that happened during the recent World Cup match. This wasn't a good look for Russia, though neither was the view outside his cramped cubicle which normally belonged to someone else. This was a critical time ... | |
[WP] Printing books for Dragons is a small price to pay for the safety of your village. | "Ooh, yes! Drogon like *that* book!"
The red and black dragon pointed a scaly finger at a copy of *Animal Farm* that a villager was reading.
Tall Bob, the village elder, was tired of Drogon and his brother~~s Viserion and~~ Rhaegal terrorizing the village. The ~~three~~ two dragons were known for setting sheep on fir... | 19/14/626
Most people assume Dragon’s Tongue is an easy language to write. It’s often said that there are but fourteen characters, three of which are used only for punctuation, and being more or less immortal the dragons have found very little use for past, present, and future tenses. What most fail to realize, howe... | |
[WP] Printing books for Dragons is a small price to pay for the safety of your village. | "Are you here to kill me, noble knight," roared the dragon.
"Errm, what," I asked.
"I'm not ..."
"If you are not here to kill, Sir, then what brings you to my lands?"
The dragon lowered his head and purred his question. I could see the green,
slitted pupils focusing on me. Each of them was larger than my head.
"No... | 19/14/626
Most people assume Dragon’s Tongue is an easy language to write. It’s often said that there are but fourteen characters, three of which are used only for punctuation, and being more or less immortal the dragons have found very little use for past, present, and future tenses. What most fail to realize, howe... | |
Auto correct has maybe made this slightly different but perhaps better than it should of been 😂 should of definitely been desert | [WP] You are one of the survivors on a dessert island from a crashed private plane. Amongst the survivors is Gordon Ramsay who is refusing to eat the food that you cook and instead just insults your cooking until he starves. | I stand huddled with the others around the fire. A heavy rain has begun to patter on the roof of our makeshift dwelling; a broken wing from our plane propped up and secured to two palm trees. It does little to keep away the wind and humidity, but we’ve all learned the hard way it beats sleeping out in the open storm. I... | Hours. I spent an hour in the blazing sun Gathering the fruit; mango, pineapple, coconut, bananas. Another hour peeling, slicing the fruit and setting it up to dry a little bit on rocks, of which I had carefully brushed all of the sand off. By some fluke of circumstance Gordon Ramsay and I had landed on an island that ... |
Auto correct has maybe made this slightly different but perhaps better than it should of been 😂 should of definitely been desert | [WP] You are one of the survivors on a dessert island from a crashed private plane. Amongst the survivors is Gordon Ramsay who is refusing to eat the food that you cook and instead just insults your cooking until he starves. | I stand huddled with the others around the fire. A heavy rain has begun to patter on the roof of our makeshift dwelling; a broken wing from our plane propped up and secured to two palm trees. It does little to keep away the wind and humidity, but we’ve all learned the hard way it beats sleeping out in the open storm. I... | "Are you done try to impress me with every damn thing''
"damn it you know you need to eat or your going to be the first to die!"
"Hell no I'm not gonna eat any of the shitty looking puke you call food"
After I got tired of arguing with him and hearing that i could never get him t eat over and over again. I decide th... |
Auto correct has maybe made this slightly different but perhaps better than it should of been 😂 should of definitely been desert | [WP] You are one of the survivors on a dessert island from a crashed private plane. Amongst the survivors is Gordon Ramsay who is refusing to eat the food that you cook and instead just insults your cooking until he starves. | "Ahh, fuck" he said with his last breath. We all stood around looking down at him for a moment. His walnut face, tight against his skull. "Thank fuck for that" said Dave, pulling at a thread from his makeshift shorts. Sarah edged forward and suggested we salt the meat so it would last. | The island seemed to impossible. No matter what ice cream or cake batter I scavenged Gordon refused to eat more than one bite. Then he would berate me over and over. I tried ice cream cake, chocolate cake, cake flavored ice cream but he always rejected it. The island being entirely made of dessert wasn’t the strange pa... |
Auto correct has maybe made this slightly different but perhaps better than it should of been 😂 should of definitely been desert | [WP] You are one of the survivors on a dessert island from a crashed private plane. Amongst the survivors is Gordon Ramsay who is refusing to eat the food that you cook and instead just insults your cooking until he starves. | I had been trying. Really, I had. Granted I'm no Guy Fieri but the other handful of survivors had no problem eating my take on island survival food. But Gordon...
I mean, he was always insufferable, that was his thing right? But we thought, you know, maybe with the *circumstances* being what they were, he could gi... | The island seemed to impossible. No matter what ice cream or cake batter I scavenged Gordon refused to eat more than one bite. Then he would berate me over and over. I tried ice cream cake, chocolate cake, cake flavored ice cream but he always rejected it. The island being entirely made of dessert wasn’t the strange pa... |
Edit: that would be quantum computer | [WP] You have just built the most powerful quantum in history, and you test it trying to calculate the last digit of Pi. And to your astonishment, it gives you a result. | “Heeeeeere am I floating in my tin cannnnnnn! Farrrrrr abovvvve the worrrrrrld!”
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m an abysmal singer. My coworkers at Quantum Leap Research invite me out to karaoke every week, and I always have an excuse. But tonight I found myself shouting along with the David Bowie record playing i... | 2.
All my calculations have waited for this day. All of the last twenty years of writing the most supreme quantum program known to the realms of mathematics. My fingers shake, as I write down the digit. Two. Two. Two. Two.
I’m scared, of completion. This is my life, was my life. What is my purpose now? What is my str... |
[removed] | [WP] 7 word stories | "I should have stayed under the blanket." | Shameful pleasure, quakes upon thy very soul. |
[removed] | [WP] 7 word stories | Max Headroom Broadcast Interruption done by Lizards. | Shameful pleasure, quakes upon thy very soul. |
[removed] | [WP] 7 word stories | I ate tacobell and loved every bite. | Once upon a time there wasn't. |
[removed] | [WP] 7 word stories | I ate tacobell and loved every bite. | That was the last time they kissed. |
[WP] As you grew older you’ve seen strange messages, such as a fortune cookie saying “YOU’RE IN A COMA” and the Channel 5 News saying “WAKE UP” but you’ve shrugged it off until one fateful day.. | “**W****a**it!” A voice calls behind me. “I thin**k** you may hav**e** dropped this!”
The words sound strange to my ears. I stop, mid-step— my right foot hovering over the brightly lit sidewalk, and pivot on my left heel to face a man waving my brown leather wallet in the air. My eyes follow the wallet before trailin... | It was more than I could believe.
Small little messages, flashes. Watching TV, perhaps I see occasional words.
“Awaken.”
“Arise.”
I shrugged them off as figments of an overactive imagination, and moved on. They started appearing elsewhere too, maybe in a mirror, an alarm clock.
“Slumber’s end.”
“High time to rise... | |
[WP] To keep living, you need to carry a weird bag from location to location, where a man scans it and gives you the distance to the next location. Should the scan ever fail, you'll be executed. At one location, the scan is successful, but your face turns pale when you see the distance: "4.3 ly". | I never know what's in the bag. I get curious sometimes, especially on longer journeys like this. Sometimes it feels empty. Other times, in long, lonely nights, I find myself wondering if there's something moving inside or if it's just my imagination.
But my loyalty is all I have, so I let my curiosity simmer down.
M... | It wasn't always like this. Where life and death were seconds from each other. My great grandparents talked of a time where becoming a part of life came naturally. A time when birth hailed from a slap on the butt and a cry. But now it seems it's more of automated genetics and software plug ins, than laughter and tears.... | |
[WP] To keep living, you need to carry a weird bag from location to location, where a man scans it and gives you the distance to the next location. Should the scan ever fail, you'll be executed. At one location, the scan is successful, but your face turns pale when you see the distance: "4.3 ly". | "A lightyear is the distance a beam of light travels over the course of 365 days."
This is told to me by my supervisor. Through unfeeling red glowing eyes, his outdated robotic body gives away little emotion. He unplugs my pack and places it around my neck. He has arms, I do not. I look down and see glowing red on th... | The spell crackles in the air. The bag deflates and inflates; matter out, matter in. Another thing to transport. The contents have never been the issue, rather, it's the curse.
I was young and brave once. Oh so brave. I knew I could evade the traps, the spells, the guards. Nothing could stop me from getting what I... | |
[WP] To keep living, you need to carry a weird bag from location to location, where a man scans it and gives you the distance to the next location. Should the scan ever fail, you'll be executed. At one location, the scan is successful, but your face turns pale when you see the distance: "4.3 ly". | I look down at the label shocked, then look up at the man incredulous. "How, exactly, am I supposed to travel 4.3 light years to wherever this is supposed to be delivered?"
The blank gaze of the man washed over me, either ignoring my panicked tone or simply not caring, maybe not even noticing. His voice rang out, mon... | ”Here” I pant throwing the bag at the guard's feet, it barely makes a noise as it lands. The guard scans it as I let myself slide down the metal wall embracing the cooling sensation. I am extremely aware of the second guard standing just a few feet away, his weapon aimed directly at my throbbing head, but the bag, what... | |
[WP] To keep living, you need to carry a weird bag from location to location, where a man scans it and gives you the distance to the next location. Should the scan ever fail, you'll be executed. At one location, the scan is successful, but your face turns pale when you see the distance: "4.3 ly". | The guard stood tall and expressionless, as they always did. I bowed and surrendered my burden carefully at his feet, my anxiety building.
Wordlessly, he took the scanner off the wall of the post, and scanned the bag top to bottom. Some machine inside the building hummed and hummed. This was the worst part. The waitin... | The man takes my bag, and places it within the Machine. I've come to fear that mechanical whir, for the chance it does fail. If that happens, I'm dead. What's in the bag? I have no clue, to be completely honest. It is unable to be opened, and at the same time, unable to be closed. My theory is that it is pure Lektor, b... | |
[WP] A group of middle schoolers get superpowers after a trip to a dangerous nuclear plant. An entire class of super-powered 12-13yo form a superhero league to fight another group of super-powered 12-13yo. Little do these “heroes” know, they are not mature enough to utilize their powers | The best thing about super speed was never being late for school. Sleeping in until just the last moment, getting everything done in a time span of 2 minutes, and then ending up in class just as the bell rings. As an added bonus, it frustrated Miles homeroom teacher to no end.
“One of these days Salazar, one of these... | Containment units have been busy mopping up quite a nasty spill.
I am currently in the process a drafting a memo, hoping to destroy any notion of ever having a middle school (or any grade for that matter) class visit a nuclear power plant ever again. Far too problematic for the SOHO to deal with again.
Mrs. Deacon’s... | |
[WP] You're a 250 year old vampire. You've found that living as a recluse and faking your death every 70 years or so is actually fairly easy. You've consistently fooled everyone except for your mortal enemy - Keith from the IRS | I tore the pink letter to shreds with a frustrated shriek. The tattered bits whirled around my feet as I kicked at them petulantly, not satisfied until they were all out of sight. In all of my two hundred and fifty years of life, or rather undeath, I had been able to evade electrical bills, dodge utility payments, ... | "You need to pay your taxes"
"Go fuck yourself"
"You're going to go to jail... again."
"I'll just hypnotize the judge into letting me go... again"
"You're not above the law here"
"I'm older than the law and unless the law is legally allowed to drive a stake through my heart the law can suck it *heehee* but income ... | |
[WP] You're a 250 year old vampire. You've found that living as a recluse and faking your death every 70 years or so is actually fairly easy. You've consistently fooled everyone except for your mortal enemy - Keith from the IRS | “…Keith… when are we going to give this up?” I stated with a taunting undertone, my wry smile feeding directly into his ear.
“Sir, it is a federal offence to evade paying taxes to our great nation, and it is certainly an offense to evade taxes but under DIFFERENT identities each time. I suggest, Sir, that we move to ... | Had I known that Keith from the IRS was a vampire from the start our relationship would have been much less strained. The third time he caught me faking a death for the IRS should have been one too many, but blonde vampires are quite a bit like blonde humans, I hear. >< I can't do it. Please, the prompt implie... | |
[WP] You're a 250 year old vampire. You've found that living as a recluse and faking your death every 70 years or so is actually fairly easy. You've consistently fooled everyone except for your mortal enemy - Keith from the IRS | "How did you find me?"
- "Well, your name stands on a list, I would say, of rather _special_ people..." -
"What do you mean with special Keith?" -
"From where do you... Oh yeah, my nameplate. Nevertheless, we, the SNIRS, also called the _Super Natural Internal Revenue Service_, searches for people, who look very sim... | Had I known that Keith from the IRS was a vampire from the start our relationship would have been much less strained. The third time he caught me faking a death for the IRS should have been one too many, but blonde vampires are quite a bit like blonde humans, I hear. >< I can't do it. Please, the prompt implie... | |
[WP] You're a 250 year old vampire. You've found that living as a recluse and faking your death every 70 years or so is actually fairly easy. You've consistently fooled everyone except for your mortal enemy - Keith from the IRS | "Have you seriously forgotten me?"
As I sat across the desk from Keith, my IRS auditor, I looked at him closely. "I'm certain i would remember your face," I started.
"No, no, no. Not my face. You aren't the only one faking a death when people get too close to you," he said. "Yes, I had to dig a bit, but this is our f... | Had I known that Keith from the IRS was a vampire from the start our relationship would have been much less strained. The third time he caught me faking a death for the IRS should have been one too many, but blonde vampires are quite a bit like blonde humans, I hear. >< I can't do it. Please, the prompt implie... | |
[WP] You're a 250 year old vampire. You've found that living as a recluse and faking your death every 70 years or so is actually fairly easy. You've consistently fooled everyone except for your mortal enemy - Keith from the IRS | "Have you seriously forgotten me?"
As I sat across the desk from Keith, my IRS auditor, I looked at him closely. "I'm certain i would remember your face," I started.
"No, no, no. Not my face. You aren't the only one faking a death when people get too close to you," he said. "Yes, I had to dig a bit, but this is our f... | "How did you find me?"
- "Well, your name stands on a list, I would say, of rather _special_ people..." -
"What do you mean with special Keith?" -
"From where do you... Oh yeah, my nameplate. Nevertheless, we, the SNIRS, also called the _Super Natural Internal Revenue Service_, searches for people, who look very sim... | |
[WP] You're a 250 year old vampire. You've found that living as a recluse and faking your death every 70 years or so is actually fairly easy. You've consistently fooled everyone except for your mortal enemy - Keith from the IRS | "Have you seriously forgotten me?"
As I sat across the desk from Keith, my IRS auditor, I looked at him closely. "I'm certain i would remember your face," I started.
"No, no, no. Not my face. You aren't the only one faking a death when people get too close to you," he said. "Yes, I had to dig a bit, but this is our f... | Harry the vampire was beginning to get frustrated.
He had spent an hour already speaking with this fellow Keith from the IRS. So far he had provided death certificates, birth certificates, even fake baby pictures. He'd regaled Keith with well rehearsed, utterly fake stories about him and his loving grandfather, Jeremi... | |
[WP] You're a 250 year old vampire. You've found that living as a recluse and faking your death every 70 years or so is actually fairly easy. You've consistently fooled everyone except for your mortal enemy - Keith from the IRS | "You realize that you haven't been paying your taxes for the past 210 years?"
"Yes."
"Alright then..." Keith scribbled something down on his clipboard. "You were intentionally evading taxes..."
"What? I said that I know I didn't pay taxes, I didn't say that it was intentional!"
"Well... Was it intentional?"
I sigh... | Harry the vampire was beginning to get frustrated.
He had spent an hour already speaking with this fellow Keith from the IRS. So far he had provided death certificates, birth certificates, even fake baby pictures. He'd regaled Keith with well rehearsed, utterly fake stories about him and his loving grandfather, Jeremi... | |
[WP] You're a 250 year old vampire. You've found that living as a recluse and faking your death every 70 years or so is actually fairly easy. You've consistently fooled everyone except for your mortal enemy - Keith from the IRS | "You realize that you haven't been paying your taxes for the past 210 years?"
"Yes."
"Alright then..." Keith scribbled something down on his clipboard. "You were intentionally evading taxes..."
"What? I said that I know I didn't pay taxes, I didn't say that it was intentional!"
"Well... Was it intentional?"
I sigh... | “What are these? Look at this!”
Keith tapped on the clipboard, looking more annoyed each second.
“You owe the government $750,000 in taxes, which is absolutely a crime, for your information.”
He threw down the clipboard in disgust.
How did he find out? Over two-and-a-half lives I’ve amassed this sum. How could he ... | |
[WP] You work as a cashier at your local McDonalds to make ends meet. On one particularly slow day an old man walks in, face shroued in a dark hood. "Hello, welcome to McDonalds. Can i take your order?" You say. The man looks up at you and says "Execute Order 66" | "Okay Then," I Respond, Typing the order into The Cash register.
"Your order is Six McNuggets with a side Of Szechuan Sauce. That will be 2 dollars."
At that moment, the most astonishing thing happened. The man threw off his hood to reveal the pale and wrinkled face, his fingertips sparked with tendrils of lighting.
H... | “Execute Order 66”
“My guy I just want a cheeseburger and a side of fries”
“SHIT! That hoodie isn’t red?”
“It’s maroon bro, let me pay...*squints at nametag*... Joshua.”
“Look man, I don’t get paid enough for this shit, you’re the last agent i need to register you or else I don’t fill my quota. Stop playing d... | |
[WP] You work as a cashier at your local McDonalds to make ends meet. On one particularly slow day an old man walks in, face shroued in a dark hood. "Hello, welcome to McDonalds. Can i take your order?" You say. The man looks up at you and says "Execute Order 66" | "Execute order 66."
It was a funny enough joke, even if I heard it about twice a month on average. This was a college town after all. What added to the delivery somewhat was the man's stature; he was a short, bent, old man with a pair of liver spotted hands just peeking out from behind a collection of enviable winter... | “Execute Order 66”
“My guy I just want a cheeseburger and a side of fries”
“SHIT! That hoodie isn’t red?”
“It’s maroon bro, let me pay...*squints at nametag*... Joshua.”
“Look man, I don’t get paid enough for this shit, you’re the last agent i need to register you or else I don’t fill my quota. Stop playing d... | |
[WP] Lucifer never fell from heaven. Jesus, the second favorite son of God, pushed him out. | To Lucifer, it appeared as though the stars were rising up all around him. They were thin streaks of white in a pitch-black night, zooming past his head and his wings up and up and up into little pinpricks of light. Dotting the heavens above like the smallest and brightest of diamonds.
Of course, Lucifer knew that r... | So it went.
And God said, “Let there be light.”
And from this light, his first son was born. He was called Lucifer and he was Mercy. And he was good.
God separated the darkness and his second son was born. He was called Jesus and he was Redemption. And he was good.
So God spun the light and the dark as delicat... | |
[WP] Lucifer never fell from heaven. Jesus, the second favorite son of God, pushed him out. | To Lucifer, it appeared as though the stars were rising up all around him. They were thin streaks of white in a pitch-black night, zooming past his head and his wings up and up and up into little pinpricks of light. Dotting the heavens above like the smallest and brightest of diamonds.
Of course, Lucifer knew that r... | I never had a good relationship with my brother. He always seemed envious. When Father praised me he stood there, furious. When an angel asked for my help he would always say that he's more suitable.
After a while things started getting odd. My notes would be misplaced, my clothes would be damaged. Strange rumors abo... | |
[WP] "You can have one last phonecall before I kill you", said the masked person who broke into your house. After you start the call, you can hear a phone ring in their pocket. | I stared blankly at the phone in my hand, hoping desperately that I'd clicked on the wrong contact or something. It was her contact, for sure, but that meant...
"Ruby...?" She twitched, even as I recognised the shape of the body that fear had kept me from seeing before.
"No. No no no," she mumbled, eyes darkened with... | “Wait, Dave?”
“Uhhhhh no this is Ryan”.
“Ohhhh opps I misclicked, meant to call Dave”.
“Wait, why would you want to call Dave instead of me?”
“Well you know... we kinda haven’t hung out recently I guess and I dunno...”
“I was trying to hang out but you were always busy!”
“You know, collage is busy dude!”
“Cmon m... |
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