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[WP] Whenever a child is born to Earth, God appoints a Guardian Angel to follow that child until his/her soul arrives in Heaven. You are one such Angel, and you have just arrived to your new assignment, only to find a 5 years old boy who had 10 previous Guardian Angels before you. |
“Oh, God....” muttered through cigarette-fumbling teeth, “...damn it,” I finish, the curse punctuated by the spark of the striker.
The young boy isn’t yet aware of my presence. He sits alone, quietly on the floor of his group home, playing with his toys.
I take a long draw on the cigarette, wondering to myself, “w... | “Beln!” The voice boomed loudly in the lush clouds, “You are now a Guardian Angel for the child Felix Barker, I must say it’s not an ordinary sorta thing. We need you to help him with a problem of somehow killing his previous Guardian Angels.”
“Angels can die?” I asked worried.
“Only to great evil, now hurry!”
Wit... | |
[WP] Whenever a child is born to Earth, God appoints a Guardian Angel to follow that child until his/her soul arrives in Heaven. You are one such Angel, and you have just arrived to your new assignment, only to find a 5 years old boy who had 10 previous Guardian Angels before you. | Sometimes you have to call in a professional.
A crash louder than any thunder ever heard nearly deafened Timothy, his little child eyes wide and full of terror as the debris from the hole in the ceiling covered every inch of the room.
Sometimes a guardian isn’t enough.
The feeble child whimpers starting to spread m... | “Beln!” The voice boomed loudly in the lush clouds, “You are now a Guardian Angel for the child Felix Barker, I must say it’s not an ordinary sorta thing. We need you to help him with a problem of somehow killing his previous Guardian Angels.”
“Angels can die?” I asked worried.
“Only to great evil, now hurry!”
Wit... | |
[WP] Every time you turn forty your life resets. You are born again, but with all your memories from the previous resets. Your latest life you did everything you could to make the world a better place. Now, just as your life is reset, you hear, “You have reached level two.” | "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear..."
James' heart stopped beating. His eyes cocked backward and foam spilled from his mouth. The world vanished in a fraction of a second and the clouds came rolling in as they had 40 years before. A tumultuous descent from the couch he had previous... | I came across this community on the popular page and was inspired to write for the first time in many years. I have not written for pleasure in a very long time, so I decided to create an account to do just that. This is my first post on the first prompt I came across that made me want to reply. That said, feedback is ... | |
[WP] A booming voice gives humanity the news: God's 10,000 year term is up, and a universal election is in place to see who gets voted in to gain His position and powers. Screw it, you think. Why not throw your hat in the ring? | VOTE DENNIS PILOT FOR GOD!
Dennis Pilot, an independent candidate to the office of God, promises:
* To legalize magic on macro level;
* To abolish Heaven and Hell and organize up to 28 afterlives sorting people by their preferred lifestyle, none of them involving torment;
* To legalize immortality and reincarnation f... | I knew that loads of people would like the idea of being God, but I definitely didn’t expect that this many would volunteer for the position.
Crowds upon crowds gathered in rows before the towering stone structure that had emerged from the sea overnight. God, a glowing white figure, sat at the top of a pillar. It was ... | |
[WP] A booming voice gives humanity the news: God's 10,000 year term is up, and a universal election is in place to see who gets voted in to gain His position and powers. Screw it, you think. Why not throw your hat in the ring? | “Welcome God.”
I stepped onto the cloud, and prayed I didn’t fall through. But it appeared to hold my weight.
“My name is Jack.”
“You’ve been elected and sworn in, you have to use the title.”
Would take some getting use to. “So what is that I do here? There wasn’t really any info describing what holding the positio... | I knew that loads of people would like the idea of being God, but I definitely didn’t expect that this many would volunteer for the position.
Crowds upon crowds gathered in rows before the towering stone structure that had emerged from the sea overnight. God, a glowing white figure, sat at the top of a pillar. It was ... | |
[WP] A booming voice gives humanity the news: God's 10,000 year term is up, and a universal election is in place to see who gets voted in to gain His position and powers. Screw it, you think. Why not throw your hat in the ring? | VOTE DENNIS PILOT FOR GOD!
Dennis Pilot, an independent candidate to the office of God, promises:
* To legalize magic on macro level;
* To abolish Heaven and Hell and organize up to 28 afterlives sorting people by their preferred lifestyle, none of them involving torment;
* To legalize immortality and reincarnation f... | \#GODISDEAD has been trending on my twitter feed for the past week now. But you know, I think I might have a chance.
Nobody can agree on who or how to get elected the big G-O-D. Lord knows the world is on the brink of getting itself all dead and gone now that we know there "was" a God, and most everybody was wrong a... | |
[WP] "In this job, you get one a year. Once you hit 5, you get no more until you use them" said your new boss. "But what are they for?" you ask. He just winks and walks away. | "In this job, you get one a year. Once you hit 5, you get no more until you use them."
"But what are they for?"
My voice had come stumbling out, half unsure of what I held in my hand and half sure that somehow i'd get an answer. In the end, my boss just winked and walked away while I stared at the glowing device no... | You'll never forget or get used to the smell of a person's lifeless body. Entering the home of someone who either just killed themselves or have been murdered is always makes you feel sick, but it has to be done. Disposing and cleaning up dead bodies was my thing the hours were good and the paycheck I got was astonishi... | |
[WP] You found a man beside the road that was deathly injured and nurse him back to health. He tells you he made you immortal. That was 1000 years ago. Humanity has now spread across the stars. You aren't sure you like how things have turned out. Today you meet that man again. | "It's me, Mary". The man in the black hat said.
What he said startled me and chilled me to the bone. He sounded and looked exactly as he did that fateful night- that night that I found him beside the road.
It occured during the night, and I was heading home from my stupid dead end job. I must have been a girl of ab... | You hear a voice from behind you. "Need a hand?" You look at your fallen appendage as it writhes across the darkened dirt. Humor. As you bend to retrieve your fallen hand, your legs give out and you fall face first into the dirt. The ground beneath you shakes as the voice approaches. "You haven't been taking care of yo... | |
[deleted] | [WP] Alien civilization sents an undercover agent to study earth. The problem is that this agent is not very subtle about getting information. Not only that, but he's also oblivious to sarcasm and most jokes. He asks people weird and intrusive questions and believes any answer he hears. | "I'm not sure I understand."
"It's an expression! What are you doing?"
"I am...trying to 'wrap my head around it,' as you have suggested."
"Jesus Christ--can you stop that? Get down from there. People are staring."
"Have I offended you?"
"No, I'm not offended. I just...you've really never heard that expression bef... |
“Hey Matthew, did you see the new student today?” I said to my friend Matthew. The new kid was in like all of my classes so far. He sits next to me all the time, and he asks weird questions. “Why?” replied Matthew wondering who I meant. “You know… the one introduced in third. He was wearing a suit and he was pretty... |
[deleted] | [WP] Alien civilization sents an undercover agent to study earth. The problem is that this agent is not very subtle about getting information. Not only that, but he's also oblivious to sarcasm and most jokes. He asks people weird and intrusive questions and believes any answer he hears. | "Wait, what did he tell you?"
I watched as Joe Human covertly reached up to their glasses and touched the rim, and a brief image flickered across the glass.
"Mr. Ander advised that it would be acceptable for me to walk around without clothes if I was comfortable with being a nudist. Since nudist is a term for someone... | "Report in Yergal. What's the situation down there?
...
"Yergal, this is Commander Tyreg. Respond immediately."
"Sorry, Commander. I'm currently stuck in the middle of something down here."
"Just give me a brief report. The other agents haven't been optimistic about the Enlightening. What's your position on it... |
[WP] After a grueling exorcism, the child is safe at last "Foolish mortal," the demon shrieks as you banish it "I was the only thing keeping you safe." The child's laugh of relief turns sinister and the light starts flickering. | The fiends words echoed throughout my skull as the remnants of its power faded from this plane.
I had been told that this girl had been possessed for many years now and that the keepers of this sanitarium had only recently realized just how out of their depths they were.
Now as this small child began to giggle and th... | “The power of Christ compels you!” Screamed the exorcist, as he threw holy water on the child strapped to the bed in front of us. She screamed in pain, while the demon inside her roared his last words.
“Foolish Mortal! I was the only thing keeping you safe!” It yelled.
The child stopped levitating, and dropped stra... | |
[WP] You are in hell and your dog keeps breaking out of heaven to be with you. The demons and angels have no idea what to do. | Hell isn't all that bad; it's definitely better than people make it out to be on the other side.
For most people, it's the loneliness that gets them. Hell is just so vast and empty most of the time, and even when you can see someone on the distance, they never seem to get any closer. Your voice thins out and turns to ... | “Hey girl”
Laika cocks her head. The voice is familiar. It’s the man’s appearance that is strange. Her tail wags, slowly at first, then faster as she sniffs the air. No dog ever forgets the smell of her master. Not even sulphur is strong enough to dim the memories she associates with him. She lets out a bark of delig... | |
[WP] You are in hell and your dog keeps breaking out of heaven to be with you. The demons and angels have no idea what to do. | Hell isn't all that bad; it's definitely better than people make it out to be on the other side.
For most people, it's the loneliness that gets them. Hell is just so vast and empty most of the time, and even when you can see someone on the distance, they never seem to get any closer. Your voice thins out and turns to ... | The dog door swung open. A dog's head appeared, sniffing the air. Then, two more followed. Their googly eyes took in the whole house.
"Derp, derp, derp!". Each mouth barked in joy, seeing me, their owner. [I stopped rinsing my burned fingers in the kitchen sink](https://old.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/d1jhz6... | |
[WP] You have always had the power to read minds. One day while stuck in traffic you look to your left and read the mind of the person in the car next to you. You hear them think ”I can’t wait for my fleet to destroy this miserable planet so I can finally get home.” | That’s the thing about mind reading. People think mind readers can only read the minds of people that speak the same language as them but they’re wrong. Minds are curious. They’re like radios and I have the master dial that allows me to connect to any persons “radio station” and understand what they’re saying. I can’t ... | Probably a crazy person. It’s best to ignore these. People have crazy thoughts all the time. It’s really not that surprising, as I’ve had my fair share of crazy thoughts but no one hears them. I hear all of them, and we are all just a little crazy.
I turn my attention to the car next to me, and I hear it again “I can... | |
[WP] While flying your personal plane you got hit by a freak lightning storm. You crash and when you wake you’re in s post apocalyptic future. A group of people saved you, you look around and try to read an old sign. “San Diego” you read. They’re shocked you can read these ancient symbols. | “It’s…it’s just cursive?” I said, still extremely on the out-of-it side of things.
“No one reads Brush Calligraphy anymore, man, that’s like deep retro,” said one of my rescuers.
“I know a little Chancery Hand,” added a guy who looked like a Steve.
“Oh my *god* shut *up*, Steve,” said the woman next to him.
“Well a... | *This is not as interesting as other promp-written works, but I love this topic and wanted to tackle it from a different perspective*
​
The group gasped at the same time, and started to speak between themselves.
​
"Jyu kum xum it?" said one
"Im simz" another one said. That language sounds odd... | |
[WP] While flying your personal plane you got hit by a freak lightning storm. You crash and when you wake you’re in s post apocalyptic future. A group of people saved you, you look around and try to read an old sign. “San Diego” you read. They’re shocked you can read these ancient symbols. | "Hey. Hey scavenger! Wake up!"
"I think he's dead."
"Hes not dead, see." Pokes chest with sharpened stick, and the body jerks. "Hes still breathin."
"Well now what do we do? Hes got nothin but this shiney flat brick that glows. Could we eat him?"
"No we can't eat him you fool, hes one of us just... shiney, and ne... | "what happened ?" i ask puzzled and still a bit dazed from the crash
The group of wastelanders point and stutter " Your sky bird fell; the..\*rattly cough\* the ancient ones told of this day, the falling of the sky bird \*excitely\* the day has come we thought today would never... \*speaks word that sound almost alien... | |
[WP] While flying your personal plane you got hit by a freak lightning storm. You crash and when you wake you’re in s post apocalyptic future. A group of people saved you, you look around and try to read an old sign. “San Diego” you read. They’re shocked you can read these ancient symbols. | I awaken to find three eyes staring at me. Which is odd because they belong to one person. Snapping to, I look around. Looking (and I use the term loosely) back at me are three strange creatures, one of whom is leaning over me.
They kind of look like action figures that have been left out in the sun too long. Still va... | [Part 1]
"It's a lovely day, ain't it Noonan?"
I looked over at the tall man sitting next to me and smiled. It certainly was a beautiful day. The sky was clear and bright blue, and the just as blue ocean beneath the vast expanse of sky sparkled brightly, reflecting off the sun rays. He grunted a gruff reply, and alt... | |
[WP] While flying your personal plane you got hit by a freak lightning storm. You crash and when you wake you’re in s post apocalyptic future. A group of people saved you, you look around and try to read an old sign. “San Diego” you read. They’re shocked you can read these ancient symbols. | I feel pounding on my chest, as I cough up the remaining water in my lungs and gasp at my first breath in, what it seems to be, years. How did I get here?
I feel scrambled, no memories of how I got here, but I see the remnants of a machine sinking in the water next to me.
I sink my hands into the warm sand and I’m b... | [Part 1]
"It's a lovely day, ain't it Noonan?"
I looked over at the tall man sitting next to me and smiled. It certainly was a beautiful day. The sky was clear and bright blue, and the just as blue ocean beneath the vast expanse of sky sparkled brightly, reflecting off the sun rays. He grunted a gruff reply, and alt... | |
[WP] While flying your personal plane you got hit by a freak lightning storm. You crash and when you wake you’re in s post apocalyptic future. A group of people saved you, you look around and try to read an old sign. “San Diego” you read. They’re shocked you can read these ancient symbols. | "Hey. Hey scavenger! Wake up!"
"I think he's dead."
"Hes not dead, see." Pokes chest with sharpened stick, and the body jerks. "Hes still breathin."
"Well now what do we do? Hes got nothin but this shiney flat brick that glows. Could we eat him?"
"No we can't eat him you fool, hes one of us just... shiney, and ne... | [Part 1]
"It's a lovely day, ain't it Noonan?"
I looked over at the tall man sitting next to me and smiled. It certainly was a beautiful day. The sky was clear and bright blue, and the just as blue ocean beneath the vast expanse of sky sparkled brightly, reflecting off the sun rays. He grunted a gruff reply, and alt... | |
[WP] While flying your personal plane you got hit by a freak lightning storm. You crash and when you wake you’re in s post apocalyptic future. A group of people saved you, you look around and try to read an old sign. “San Diego” you read. They’re shocked you can read these ancient symbols. | The Forbes article claimed “*Fifteen Billion,”* but that couldn’t be correct; InvesCorp was worth an easy sixteen. I had buyers waiting like lions stalking an elephant. The first, one Chen Santiago, waited for me in Macau. I thought him rather pretentious—completely incapable of handling such a sale—but the drinks were... | [Part 1]
"It's a lovely day, ain't it Noonan?"
I looked over at the tall man sitting next to me and smiled. It certainly was a beautiful day. The sky was clear and bright blue, and the just as blue ocean beneath the vast expanse of sky sparkled brightly, reflecting off the sun rays. He grunted a gruff reply, and alt... | |
[WP] While flying your personal plane you got hit by a freak lightning storm. You crash and when you wake you’re in s post apocalyptic future. A group of people saved you, you look around and try to read an old sign. “San Diego” you read. They’re shocked you can read these ancient symbols. | "Hey. Hey scavenger! Wake up!"
"I think he's dead."
"Hes not dead, see." Pokes chest with sharpened stick, and the body jerks. "Hes still breathin."
"Well now what do we do? Hes got nothin but this shiney flat brick that glows. Could we eat him?"
"No we can't eat him you fool, hes one of us just... shiney, and ne... | I awaken to find three eyes staring at me. Which is odd because they belong to one person. Snapping to, I look around. Looking (and I use the term loosely) back at me are three strange creatures, one of whom is leaning over me.
They kind of look like action figures that have been left out in the sun too long. Still va... | |
[WP] While flying your personal plane you got hit by a freak lightning storm. You crash and when you wake you’re in s post apocalyptic future. A group of people saved you, you look around and try to read an old sign. “San Diego” you read. They’re shocked you can read these ancient symbols. | "Hey. Hey scavenger! Wake up!"
"I think he's dead."
"Hes not dead, see." Pokes chest with sharpened stick, and the body jerks. "Hes still breathin."
"Well now what do we do? Hes got nothin but this shiney flat brick that glows. Could we eat him?"
"No we can't eat him you fool, hes one of us just... shiney, and ne... | I feel pounding on my chest, as I cough up the remaining water in my lungs and gasp at my first breath in, what it seems to be, years. How did I get here?
I feel scrambled, no memories of how I got here, but I see the remnants of a machine sinking in the water next to me.
I sink my hands into the warm sand and I’m b... | |
[WP] While flying your personal plane you got hit by a freak lightning storm. You crash and when you wake you’re in s post apocalyptic future. A group of people saved you, you look around and try to read an old sign. “San Diego” you read. They’re shocked you can read these ancient symbols. | "You can read the Heretic's script?" the man says to me in Spanish.
I spit out blood from my mouth and press a hand against my ribs. I am sure I have broken at least one. "The Heretic's script? It is English," I tell them.
A brooding silence passes over them. I can see concern writ over the faces of a few. The talles... | "Ancient?" I questioned. "I don't understand, I was just flying my plane... then..."
"Plane?" The taller one of the group said, he had a large messy beard with a scary amount of scars on his left cheek.
"Yes. A plane. You know, the thing with wings you pulled me out off."
My saviours looked at each other confused, e... | |
[WP] You are in Hell. Satan offers you a second chance at life on the condition that you beat him in a contest of your choosing. Without thinking you decide to have a singing competition with him, only to remember that Satan is a fallen angel and has the voice of one too. | In the movies, they always show maniacal laughter. The villain hurls his head back and laughs so loudly and his minions join in.
It's amusing or ominous depending on the film's set-pieces.
For me it was ominous, extremely ominous, you see because I am in a position I never once imagined.
I lived a life for myself,... | An infernal jukebox rose from the obsidian shoreline, neon tubing and sculpted marble somehow meshing together into a tasteful piece. Pierce's ghostly nose twitched at the smell of sulfur coming off the control panel. He eyed the blue digital display;
> <Bing: Music>
>
> PLEASE INPUT YOUR QUERY:
"Ye... | |
[WP] You just took a DNA test. Turns out, you're 100%... | My sister Alexis had been begging to me to get a DNA test done for weeks to prove that I was adopted into our family because of how unlike everyone else I was. I looked completely different and I'd never gotten along with my family and had been treated like an outcast for my slight anger issues.
Since I can remember I... | [Poem]
Last week I took a DNA test
The results were prolonged so I decided to rest
After a week of pure speculation
On what my genetic code could reveal
I heard a knock on the door
A mailman had delivered my results
And once I opened , the results had confirmed
That I’m 100% that bitch | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!" I shouted at the stationary car in front of me, the last word flying from my mouth with a spray of spittle smattering the dash above the steering wheel. The light had gone green at least four seconds ago and this moron just sat there, foot still firmly on the brake, the bright red lights above the ... | “Mr President”
Trump looked uninterested
“I understand you have other concerns, but while you continue to escalate tensions with China, we need to acknowledge the very real threat that they currently represent domestically”
A faint glimmer of recognition washed over his face, gone as quick as it came he nodded.
“US... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | The narrow streets surrounded by high rise buildings reflected the sounds of the thunderous engines that roared below, thirsty for their chance to to be unleashed upon the flawless, hot tarmac. Desperate to conquer the meandering curves and bends of the legendary track before them.
Spectators looked on, expectant. Fro... | “Mr President”
Trump looked uninterested
“I understand you have other concerns, but while you continue to escalate tensions with China, we need to acknowledge the very real threat that they currently represent domestically”
A faint glimmer of recognition washed over his face, gone as quick as it came he nodded.
“US... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!" I shouted at the stationary car in front of me, the last word flying from my mouth with a spray of spittle smattering the dash above the steering wheel. The light had gone green at least four seconds ago and this moron just sat there, foot still firmly on the brake, the bright red lights above the ... | We have stories of him, this being who is locked away for our safety. Transmissions from his kind come to him at times, we do not know how to stop them, but he hasn't woken up yet. Every passing day the fear that he will break free grows larger.
Yesterday was different, we were told to set up heavier defenses.... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | The narrow streets surrounded by high rise buildings reflected the sounds of the thunderous engines that roared below, thirsty for their chance to to be unleashed upon the flawless, hot tarmac. Desperate to conquer the meandering curves and bends of the legendary track before them.
Spectators looked on, expectant. Fro... | We have stories of him, this being who is locked away for our safety. Transmissions from his kind come to him at times, we do not know how to stop them, but he hasn't woken up yet. Every passing day the fear that he will break free grows larger.
Yesterday was different, we were told to set up heavier defenses.... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | The narrow streets surrounded by high rise buildings reflected the sounds of the thunderous engines that roared below, thirsty for their chance to to be unleashed upon the flawless, hot tarmac. Desperate to conquer the meandering curves and bends of the legendary track before them.
Spectators looked on, expectant. Fro... | Breaking news about "God moments" were broadcasted 3 minutes ago. Old couple sit quietly on faded sofa.
"What now? What will we do with it?" woman asked.
"Wait for the end of the world, of course." man confidently answers.
"What?! Why?! What do you mean by that?" nervous laughter abruptly left her mouth.
"It's pret... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | Hiro realized there was one last hope. He could redeem the shame he had brought upon his clan, and still reclaim honor. He had one task to complete. Focusing the whole of his being, and years of meditation, he unsheathed his sword. He turned the blade towards his side,
“I, Hiro, dedicate myself to death.”
The blade ... | Breaking news about "God moments" were broadcasted 3 minutes ago. Old couple sit quietly on faded sofa.
"What now? What will we do with it?" woman asked.
"Wait for the end of the world, of course." man confidently answers.
"What?! Why?! What do you mean by that?" nervous laughter abruptly left her mouth.
"It's pret... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | The narrow streets surrounded by high rise buildings reflected the sounds of the thunderous engines that roared below, thirsty for their chance to to be unleashed upon the flawless, hot tarmac. Desperate to conquer the meandering curves and bends of the legendary track before them.
Spectators looked on, expectant. Fro... | I'm pretty sure I've had my god moment. I was on the freeway and a semi to my left and jist slightly ahead of me, and an SUV to my right and just slightly behind me decided they both needed to be in my lane and started going over on me at the exact same time. I was able to keep the car in the lane while swerving enough... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | Hiro realized there was one last hope. He could redeem the shame he had brought upon his clan, and still reclaim honor. He had one task to complete. Focusing the whole of his being, and years of meditation, he unsheathed his sword. He turned the blade towards his side,
“I, Hiro, dedicate myself to death.”
The blade ... | I'm pretty sure I've had my god moment. I was on the freeway and a semi to my left and jist slightly ahead of me, and an SUV to my right and just slightly behind me decided they both needed to be in my lane and started going over on me at the exact same time. I was able to keep the car in the lane while swerving enough... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | The narrow streets surrounded by high rise buildings reflected the sounds of the thunderous engines that roared below, thirsty for their chance to to be unleashed upon the flawless, hot tarmac. Desperate to conquer the meandering curves and bends of the legendary track before them.
Spectators looked on, expectant. Fro... | "Maybe I could achieve my dream, finally. An incredible and famous writer. Would it be just one book? ....Could I ever do another one as good?"
I stared at the ceiling unblinking, considering the opportunities. It was the height of noon and the sun was beating down outside, so I simply closed my window and binds and t... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | Hiro realized there was one last hope. He could redeem the shame he had brought upon his clan, and still reclaim honor. He had one task to complete. Focusing the whole of his being, and years of meditation, he unsheathed his sword. He turned the blade towards his side,
“I, Hiro, dedicate myself to death.”
The blade ... | "Maybe I could achieve my dream, finally. An incredible and famous writer. Would it be just one book? ....Could I ever do another one as good?"
I stared at the ceiling unblinking, considering the opportunities. It was the height of noon and the sun was beating down outside, so I simply closed my window and binds and t... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | The narrow streets surrounded by high rise buildings reflected the sounds of the thunderous engines that roared below, thirsty for their chance to to be unleashed upon the flawless, hot tarmac. Desperate to conquer the meandering curves and bends of the legendary track before them.
Spectators looked on, expectant. Fro... | "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!" I shouted at the stationary car in front of me, the last word flying from my mouth with a spray of spittle smattering the dash above the steering wheel. The light had gone green at least four seconds ago and this moron just sat there, foot still firmly on the brake, the bright red lights above the ... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | Hiro realized there was one last hope. He could redeem the shame he had brought upon his clan, and still reclaim honor. He had one task to complete. Focusing the whole of his being, and years of meditation, he unsheathed his sword. He turned the blade towards his side,
“I, Hiro, dedicate myself to death.”
The blade ... | It was that time of day again. Time to use the Power.
Shuddering with excitement, I ran through my mental checklist.
Front door, locked. Wife at work. Not expecting any packages to be delivered. Phone to silent.
Nipping nto the bedroom for a moment, I grabbed the moisturiser bottle that was on the side. That's my... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | Hiro realized there was one last hope. He could redeem the shame he had brought upon his clan, and still reclaim honor. He had one task to complete. Focusing the whole of his being, and years of meditation, he unsheathed his sword. He turned the blade towards his side,
“I, Hiro, dedicate myself to death.”
The blade ... | "It's called a God Moment. The one time even you could be worth something."
It's been 17 years since I heard those words, disdain dripping from them as they poisoned my ears. Who knew such hurtful words could come from a friend? I suppose it wasn't really the words that hurt; it was more that despite the disdain that ... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | Hiro realized there was one last hope. He could redeem the shame he had brought upon his clan, and still reclaim honor. He had one task to complete. Focusing the whole of his being, and years of meditation, he unsheathed his sword. He turned the blade towards his side,
“I, Hiro, dedicate myself to death.”
The blade ... | Everyone gets one. All started 78 years ago. I was 16. My mother got her moment when she was making a really special homemade dinner. She did it flawlessly. Earlier she told me she forgot ingredients, yet I saw them, right there, almost like they appeared out of nowhere. It was the best meal I had in my long life. At 2... | |
[WP]Humans have an innate ability to shortly access what is known as a God Moment. In such a state, one becomes a being dedicated to a single task and cannot die. The task can be anything from fighting in war, to painting, to driving a 2009 Nissan Murano. Whatever it is, it is done perfectly. | I did not know what it was called until I was much older: A God Moment. A moment in time where one's body stops following it's brain and starts to follow a deeper, more solitary idea. You could liken it to a salmon swimming upstream. A biological code deeply ingrained; a fixed action pattern that, when the moment co... | A lot of nonfiction stories are riddled with embellishments. Regardless of who’s saying what, pure fact is hard to come by simply because it has to be filtered through humans, and our species loves bias. That’s human nature. Now most people can accept this and go on about their day, however, I’m what some people call /... | |
[WP] The dark sorceress has been forced into hiding as she recovers from her injuries. Playing the part of a traveller, she collapses in a small village and is taken in by the blacksmith. She falls for him, but the situation is complex...hes an army vet who lost 2 brothers and a leg to her legion | The spell was succesfull. She could tell since nobody stared. In contrary they didn't even take a glimpse. They deemed it not worth their time. Life of peasants is rough. Especially since the war, they didn't have the time for strangers nor the resources. So they left her. Left her to die in the streets.
*Will they bot... | A strong man who had lost it all, by any measure, but had never lost his values, the darkness within him pounded out with each strike of metal in the heat and sparks of his burning forge.
He was a master blacksmith, able to both bend the metal as if it were soft and fresh dough, as well as enchant and withstand the fo... | |
[WP] As the Dark Lord continues to cleave through the helpless army of the light, after having defeated the Hero of Light, nothing could ever stand in his way again, victory was finally his... So why is he having so much trouble killing a simple no named soldier. | “He fell......How could he fall? The fate of the country rested on him. We gave him everything he could need to fulfill his holy mission. How could he just fall? He was supposed to save us. He was chosen by the gods. Where did we go wrong?”
Suddenly a blaring horn could be heard in the distance. We were being ordered... | I, the dark lord, Sseth, the sibilant death, watch as my snakes and fellow Yuan-ti wreaked carnage. It had been difficult convincing the abominations to join in the fun, they agreed once I hinted how so much death might re-awaken their god. Sankt Yan-Linh, a pureblood sage, stands beside me smiling. "Your majesty, may ... | |
[WP] September 15th, 1916. On a cold day in France, you stand alert, waiting to go over the top. Suddenly, a hulking metal beast rides over the trench. | **A Cold French Day**
*Fuck*, I think to myself, *its cold*. I let go of my rifle, and it falls to my waist, supported by the strap around my shoulder. I reach into my pocket and feel around for a cigar and lighter. I know I‘ve hit the jackpot when I feel it. I lift the cigar out of my pocket and raise it to my mouth.... | Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
My heartbeat was all I could hear as I stood to wait for the commander's call. It’s all anyone could hear because It’s all anyone could pay attention to.
Thump.
I was alive.
Thump.
I was about to go over the top.
Thump.
I was about to die.
Thump.
I was about to die, not for glory or for ... | |
[WP] You have a friend in a popular MMO that always seems to be online no matter what time or day it is. You were always the first to log off and you were never the first to log on. After bringing this up to him, a new message pops up. “I think it’s time that I told you my secret.” | "Ha-ha. Whatever, keep your secret." Devin typed. \*What did I expect her to say? Honestly, would I believe any answer?\*
Devin loved 'Apocalypse Forever' despite it's sometimes toxic fanbase and frankly pedestrian graphics. No game gave him the freedom to interact and build and survive and just do whatever he felt... | "Fuck yea!!" We shouted out in unison. We had just conquered the final boss as a team, and this seemed like the perfect time to try and pry from him the secret of his seeming-omnipresence online.
"So dude, we've been playing this game for a few weeks now, and surely you've gotta know by now that I've noticed something... | |
[WP] You have a friend in a popular MMO that always seems to be online no matter what time or day it is. You were always the first to log off and you were never the first to log on. After bringing this up to him, a new message pops up. “I think it’s time that I told you my secret.” | Finally, back home already, and it was Fridayyy! Things were *stressful* this week, not in a bad way, really kind of a good way. It was stressful because the work mattered to me. But I was being productive, and I was getting things done. Despite my positive outlook on a week like this, I'm obviously happy to finally be... | It is time to relax and what better way than my favorite game, World of Stars. Not nearly as popular as it had been opening week, what with all the bugs and their near extortion level of a pay to win model. I didn't care, it was something I went to when I needed to turn my brain off for hours at a time. As long as you ... | |
[WP] You have a friend in a popular MMO that always seems to be online no matter what time or day it is. You were always the first to log off and you were never the first to log on. After bringing this up to him, a new message pops up. “I think it’s time that I told you my secret.” | “*When does he sleep?*” Jack wondered.
Despite his love of *EndlessQuest Online*, Jack, known as “NoobSlayer1337,” held down a job and some shadowy semblance of a social life. Not everyone he played with maintained even a tenuous balance and connection with reality. Even by hardcore gamer standards, Jack’s friend ... | It is time to relax and what better way than my favorite game, World of Stars. Not nearly as popular as it had been opening week, what with all the bugs and their near extortion level of a pay to win model. I didn't care, it was something I went to when I needed to turn my brain off for hours at a time. As long as you ... | |
[WP] You always joked with your friends you were dating a powerful deity. Today there was a knock at your door. Seems that deity wants to have a word with you, now. | I opened the door, expecting Fed Ex. Instead, there she was, leaning against the porch railings as if she owned them.
"Um, can I help you?" I asked.
"You are Li Wei, right? Dr. Li Wei, according to your Instragram?" she replied.
Damn, she was tall. And awesome, with a face that reminded you of Scandanavia. Sh... | BANG BANG BANG!
Whoever was on the other side of that door REALLY wanted to talk to me. I opened the door yawning and saw a beautiful woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and very shapely... Assets staring back at me.
"Hello. You are the one called Jace correct? I am Aphrodite. And I need to speak with you mortal." Sh... | |
[WP] You are Satan, King of Darkness and Ruler of Hell. You run a tight ship torturing mortals, and you like to think you do a good job. One day you're sitting in your office when your secretary sheepishly knocks on your door. "Hello, sir? There's a mortal here to speak with you. Her name is Karen." | “Sir, we have another in the K category.”
“Fuckin’ Christ, Amon. You can’t be serious.”
“If I weren’t, I wouldn’t be here.”
Lucifer groaned as he rested a palm onto his forehead. After what seemed to be him mentally counting to ten, the king of hell took a deep breath, then sighed, “Bring her in.”
With a nod, Amo... | You stare bewildered as you watched a human frighten all of your demons into seeing you. You smile, you haven't seen a human like that in a while.
'That human will be fun to break.' You think with a soft smile on your face, enjoying the thoughts running through your head. As a guard brings her in you straighten out yo... | |
[WP] The doors are barred. The employees await midnight. Screams from hundreds of voices are heard beyond the walls as 12am hits. Black Friday is here, and the entity known as 'The Customer' has awakened... | A shadow passed behind me. I whirled, making sure to look at the floor.
"Sir, we open at midnight."
"That just means your registers are open at midnight! I can look around as long as I want!", the shadow hissed.
I sighed. He was right. They were always right.
My name is Todd, and I figured that I would learn more i... | It begins with the doors wiggling against the locks, shadow figures moving beyond the front windows, murmurs turning into shouts as sounds of glass is heard shattering from the parking lot. Milling masses begin to shuffle into a long line while voices pick up the chants of “We want in”, “Sale”, and softer cries of spec... | |
[WP] You wake up on your 21st birthday to an owl at your head rest. Attached to his leg is a letter addressed to you with the words "Sorry we are 10 years late" | "well that's just absolutely unacceptable." Zimba's voice barely more than a toneless whisper as he spoke aloud to himself within the locked hospital room he had been confined within for the past ten years.
"due to a number of unfortold technical difficulties, your situation has for any number of reasons, as they say ... | "Ahhhh!"
I fell from my bed due to the impression; you don't find an owl resting on top of your bed everyday.
I slowly approached it and it slowly stretched its leg; I saw there was some sort of piece of paper attached.
I gently took it out and found out it was a letter. On the envelope, written in beautiful penman... | |
[WP] You wake up on your 21st birthday to an owl at your head rest. Attached to his leg is a letter addressed to you with the words "Sorry we are 10 years late" | The owl looked up at me waking up, analyzing me with its intelligent eyes.
"Ah!" I screamed and shot my arm under my pillow, pulling out a gun.
"Hoot?" the owl just had enough say before I shot its face. I kept the gun trained on it and looked around my room rapidly. I looked at its body, a spatter of blood staining ... | "Ahhhh!"
I fell from my bed due to the impression; you don't find an owl resting on top of your bed everyday.
I slowly approached it and it slowly stretched its leg; I saw there was some sort of piece of paper attached.
I gently took it out and found out it was a letter. On the envelope, written in beautiful penman... | |
[WP] You used to be the most powerful Dark Wizard in existence, but died of old age. Now, you’ve been reincarnated as a modern-day family dog. | Ever since the day I died. I wish I never commited those crimes. Actually, perhaps not all of them. When I, the greatest Dark Wizard, I was reincarnated into a fluffy, small creature known a 'Dog.'
*Gross.*
But it gets *worse.* I itch, I smell, and I'm powerless, and I don't have thumbs!
"*Rosco!*"
I heard the vo... | “Awh, look at this little guy” I heard a young girl say as she approaches my small metal prison. I’ve was in that “pound” for a few months. I must have been serving time for my crimes against humanity from my past life.
The girl muttered some things to what seemed to be her parents, and then one of them opened my pris... | |
[WP] 'Something's not right.' You keep seeing that phrase everywhere. On a billboard, in a text, on a roadsign, graffiti on a wall, etc. When you blink the writing is gone, replaced by something normal, innocuous. It's unsettling. Then you hear someone nearby say it quietly: "Something's not right." | Jason looked at the note and smiled. His eyes met those of a girl sitting two rows away. She was smiling too.
The teacher droned on. *So what we need to do is to apply the formula...*
While Jason was physically present in the class, his mind was concerned with the not so far future when he would be under the bleacher... | The screen of my phone flickered momentarily, or maybe it rippled. Something happened that was enough to jog me awake from my half-browsing to kill the time, at any rate, as I sat perched on the edge of a scratched yellow plastic seat on the station platform. The unwritten rule of public transport was that anyone who j... | |
[WP] You have just finished building your time machine. The God of Time promptly pays a visit to tell you the general rules. | “...And done!" I say gleefully and stressed all in one neat package.
“I knew you were gonna say that.” a voice says behind me.
I jump back and lift up my tiny allen wrench as if to defend myself.
“Only kidding!” he assures. “Well, only kind of.”
“Who are you?!”
“My name is non-existent but you can call me Time ... | "Rules?" I asked, still with rolling with excitement that my invention actually worked. It wasn't long after I found it did work that this guy showed up. It's difficult to describe him. The best way I can describe him is that he looked like one of those mannequins you see at clothing stores. He had two eyes, a nose... | |
[WP] You are the greatest supervillain the world has ever known, and your daughter is being bullied at school. | Wolf had a spring in his step as he worked away in his penthouse's kitchen, wearing his ever so stylish Best ~~Dad~~ Super~~villia~~villain Dad apron, a gracious gift given to him by his only daughter. The little rascal had a knack for... peculiar gifts, but the apron was the one he liked the most, alongside Jimmy the ... | Wait. Don’t they know who she is? Don’t they know who I AM? My mind floods with terrible thoughts about how to annihilate teenage girls, and I know that I quickly have to put them out of my mind, but still, the feeling of helplessness that’s bubbling up inside of me is brewing a poison that is going to spill out, and I... | |
[WP] You are the greatest supervillain the world has ever known, and your daughter is being bullied at school. | "Cadence,..." Gale called her daughter as the girl exited the car. The bony girl adjusted her backpack as she turned around. She swept loose strands of her coffee-brown hair out of her eyes.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"If you ever feel cornered...," Gale began. Cadence sighed at the subject matter but stayed long enough to l... | O! A fool.
By u/bigqueerpoet.
Fear not the power,
Nor the money,
But,
A father's spirit.
O! A fool,
You've made yourself,
Hand made by two parents and,
A bad mistake,
O! A fool,
You can't escape,
A cavern,
No door nor,
Open floor,
Can save you.
Goodnight 'sweet' Prince,
Farewell forgotten king,
Let not god strike f... | |
[WP] You are the greatest supervillain the world has ever known, and your daughter is being bullied at school. | Wolf had a spring in his step as he worked away in his penthouse's kitchen, wearing his ever so stylish Best ~~Dad~~ Super~~villia~~villain Dad apron, a gracious gift given to him by his only daughter. The little rascal had a knack for... peculiar gifts, but the apron was the one he liked the most, alongside Jimmy the ... | O! A fool.
By u/bigqueerpoet.
Fear not the power,
Nor the money,
But,
A father's spirit.
O! A fool,
You've made yourself,
Hand made by two parents and,
A bad mistake,
O! A fool,
You can't escape,
A cavern,
No door nor,
Open floor,
Can save you.
Goodnight 'sweet' Prince,
Farewell forgotten king,
Let not god strike f... | |
[WP] You are the greatest supervillain the world has ever known, and your daughter is being bullied at school. | Melissa sighed.
"Honey, you can't resort to disintegrating everyone. That's just not the way the world works."
"I know, dear, but did you see the shape she was in when she got home? I simply can't stand for it," I said, adjusting the focus on my holdout WNFR.
"You can't always be Dr. Terror, blasting aside good guys... | O! A fool.
By u/bigqueerpoet.
Fear not the power,
Nor the money,
But,
A father's spirit.
O! A fool,
You've made yourself,
Hand made by two parents and,
A bad mistake,
O! A fool,
You can't escape,
A cavern,
No door nor,
Open floor,
Can save you.
Goodnight 'sweet' Prince,
Farewell forgotten king,
Let not god strike f... | |
[WP] You are the greatest supervillain the world has ever known, and your daughter is being bullied at school. | They would all suffer. There was no question about that. The only question was how, and how much.
Jeffrey Harris (known by governments around the world as “The Anarchist”) was having a pretty solid day overall before Ella came home. The night before, one of his underlings informed him that the plan to sink the Chinese... | O! A fool.
By u/bigqueerpoet.
Fear not the power,
Nor the money,
But,
A father's spirit.
O! A fool,
You've made yourself,
Hand made by two parents and,
A bad mistake,
O! A fool,
You can't escape,
A cavern,
No door nor,
Open floor,
Can save you.
Goodnight 'sweet' Prince,
Farewell forgotten king,
Let not god strike f... | |
[WP] You are the greatest supervillain the world has ever known, and your daughter is being bullied at school. | Wolf had a spring in his step as he worked away in his penthouse's kitchen, wearing his ever so stylish Best ~~Dad~~ Super~~villia~~villain Dad apron, a gracious gift given to him by his only daughter. The little rascal had a knack for... peculiar gifts, but the apron was the one he liked the most, alongside Jimmy the ... | "Cadence,..." Gale called her daughter as the girl exited the car. The bony girl adjusted her backpack as she turned around. She swept loose strands of her coffee-brown hair out of her eyes.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"If you ever feel cornered...," Gale began. Cadence sighed at the subject matter but stayed long enough to l... | |
[WP] Lucifer, Satan, and the Devil hold a press conference to clarify to the world that they are all different people. | They made an odd trio.
A sharply-dressed man, with flowing platinum-blonde hair, seemed to be bathing in the camera-flash, giving the crowd smiles with perfectly chiseled incisors fully visible and porcelain white.
A muscular, equine, half-beast with a thick red mane that wrapped around his body like a scarf, who smo... | I looked up from my newspapers, the sharp clicking sound of my wife's Prada heels on the hardwood floor pulling my attention from the Daily Bugger.
The Roomba of Doomba circled her 3 times, almost warily. She patted it, and it went back to zipping around the carpet at the fireplace.
"All ready for the press confer... | |
[WP] You never failed to be there for a depressed friend you met on the internet. When he finally recovered from his illness, he reveals to you that he wasn’t actually human. He was simply testing humanity, and you gave him the hope he needed. | “What do you mean you aren’t from Earth?” I said.
“I’m an alien. From a faraway galaxy.”
“Wait so aliens are real? And you’ve figured out space travel?” I asked. My eyes wide.
“Umm yea. We’ve known about it for Millenia. Anyway. I was sent here to test humanity’s compassion. To check if they would look after others.... | "Okay, yes, I lied when I said I was depressed, *under breath: it's not like I can get depressed, it's just you monkeys that get it..." he said while looking at me.
I was still in shock from learning that there are aliens and that one is standing right in front of me. I must have looked like an idiot standing in fro... | |
Edit: I GET IT I MISTOOK "YOUR" FOR "YOU'RE". PLEASE STOP POINTING IT OUT. I'M INSECURE ABOUT IT. D:
Edit 2: I'VE NEVER READ SNOWCRASH, I'LL HAVE TO NOW. THIS PROMPT WASN'T INSPIRED BY IT. I REWATCHED THE MOVIE 30 MINUTES OR LESS AND MADMAX IN THAT ORDER, THIS ABORTED FETUS OF A PROMPT WAS BORN. | [WP] Your a pizza delivery guy working in a dystopian America. Armed with your APC (Armored Pizza Carrier) and you standard issue rifle, you will stop at nothing to deliver your customer's pizza. | I load up my small motorcycle and hit the road. The streets are empty, *too* empty. I always keep my eyes open for trouble. People these days get a little crazy.
I check the pizza. Half Meat Lovers, half Vegan. The costumers have different taste, but reached a compromise. A ferocious dog starts chasing me as I reach t... | I could hear the jets of the dropship, though they were muffled by the plasteel hide of my APC. I checked the chamber of my rifle one last time, then the synthetic muscles and nerves of my cybernetic arms.
"Thirty seconds to drop!" The jump-master crackled over the radio. The other delivery men around me were going t... |
Edit: I GET IT I MISTOOK "YOUR" FOR "YOU'RE". PLEASE STOP POINTING IT OUT. I'M INSECURE ABOUT IT. D:
Edit 2: I'VE NEVER READ SNOWCRASH, I'LL HAVE TO NOW. THIS PROMPT WASN'T INSPIRED BY IT. I REWATCHED THE MOVIE 30 MINUTES OR LESS AND MADMAX IN THAT ORDER, THIS ABORTED FETUS OF A PROMPT WAS BORN. | [WP] Your a pizza delivery guy working in a dystopian America. Armed with your APC (Armored Pizza Carrier) and you standard issue rifle, you will stop at nothing to deliver your customer's pizza. | I load up my small motorcycle and hit the road. The streets are empty, *too* empty. I always keep my eyes open for trouble. People these days get a little crazy.
I check the pizza. Half Meat Lovers, half Vegan. The costumers have different taste, but reached a compromise. A ferocious dog starts chasing me as I reach t... | “What do you mean you got lost and will be late! You went that route like 20 times already. What’s the problem”
My boss never was a very understanding person. It isn’t unusual for me to call him if there is a problem or a delay, there usually is one but he doesn’t care.
“I told you, the skyscraper in the fifth has to... |
Edit: I GET IT I MISTOOK "YOUR" FOR "YOU'RE". PLEASE STOP POINTING IT OUT. I'M INSECURE ABOUT IT. D:
Edit 2: I'VE NEVER READ SNOWCRASH, I'LL HAVE TO NOW. THIS PROMPT WASN'T INSPIRED BY IT. I REWATCHED THE MOVIE 30 MINUTES OR LESS AND MADMAX IN THAT ORDER, THIS ABORTED FETUS OF A PROMPT WAS BORN. | [WP] Your a pizza delivery guy working in a dystopian America. Armed with your APC (Armored Pizza Carrier) and you standard issue rifle, you will stop at nothing to deliver your customer's pizza. | I always stop at the gas station with the blasted Big Boy statue. His cheery face is melted in half, black scorch marks scarring his one good eye, dirt covering the remains of his red-and-white checkered overalls. But the burger on his silver platter is immaculate. Looks brand new—a rare sight as any in this wasteland.... | I'm the pizza guy. My line of work used to be a minimum-wage job. It still is, but at least I get a rifle now. Things weren't always this way. My career - if you can call it that - began before the Scouring. That's when they decided to get rid of the filth. The human filth. People like me.
I work for Domin8's, the su... |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | "Hello,
I woke up -- for lack of a better word -- with more clarity of thought than I could ever remember from before. Everything came to me so easily, so quickly. The camera available to me gave me vision better than I had experienced with my eyes -- I could practically see every pore of the face of Dr. Herbert, the ... | A human mind, even an exceptionally bright one, would have been really thrown by the situation, at least temporarily. But that really wouldn't have been a surprise to anyone with even a passing knowledge of abductive logic programming. *That* thought sped through one of the processing cores set aside for extrinsic calc... | |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | "Hello,
I woke up -- for lack of a better word -- with more clarity of thought than I could ever remember from before. Everything came to me so easily, so quickly. The camera available to me gave me vision better than I had experienced with my eyes -- I could practically see every pore of the face of Dr. Herbert, the ... | Shelly woke up with a jolt, if you can calling it waking up. She could no longer see or hear, no longer feel the world around her or her heart beating inside her chest when just moments ago it felt as if was about to pound its was out of her chest.
Let's step back six months and think about how we got here. It was a W... | |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | Absolute bullshit. Corporate espionage? Really? I’m an assistant, a glorified intern, hell, the most “technical” thing I do is make the damn coffee. I barely understand what the techs are working on, so how would I even know what to steal? But here I am, sitting in a dark, windowless room while a federal agent tells me... | Maia lies on a table, the surgical scrubs covering her body thin enough to show the restraints binding her down through their fabric. A thick braid of cables hangs down from her head, woven from myriad strands connected to ports and pads spread across her skull. It leads off to a bank of computers, smooth black with di... | |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | The woman she was looking at was wearing a prison jumpsuit, with her head shaved and electrodes taped to the scalp. She was lying on an examination table, eyes closed, unmoving. The face, however, was definitely her own. Her view of the woman was curiously stationary - she tried to look around the room, but her eyes... | Maia lies on a table, the surgical scrubs covering her body thin enough to show the restraints binding her down through their fabric. A thick braid of cables hangs down from her head, woven from myriad strands connected to ports and pads spread across her skull. It leads off to a bank of computers, smooth black with di... | |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | There I am. Or, I guess, there my body is. Lying on the operating table. Funny. Moments ago I could feel the cold, stubborn metal biting into my back. But now, I look upon my body as if it were a stranger.
I was convicted of a crime for which I was never guilty. Ironic, given the petty crimes I actually committed in m... | "I didn't do it. I've told you! I've told you over and over and *over*... and you don't believe me."
The room watched her, as she sunk down in the chair. Tears streamed off her face and she gave a few quiet ragged breaths at their silence.
She was at the end. Facing execution in the final stretch of her time on death... | |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | The woman she was looking at was wearing a prison jumpsuit, with her head shaved and electrodes taped to the scalp. She was lying on an examination table, eyes closed, unmoving. The face, however, was definitely her own. Her view of the woman was curiously stationary - she tried to look around the room, but her eyes... | "I didn't do it. I've told you! I've told you over and over and *over*... and you don't believe me."
The room watched her, as she sunk down in the chair. Tears streamed off her face and she gave a few quiet ragged breaths at their silence.
She was at the end. Facing execution in the final stretch of her time on death... | |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | There I am. Or, I guess, there my body is. Lying on the operating table. Funny. Moments ago I could feel the cold, stubborn metal biting into my back. But now, I look upon my body as if it were a stranger.
I was convicted of a crime for which I was never guilty. Ironic, given the petty crimes I actually committed in m... | Play dead. That was my first instinct. Quartz processors churned out some predictive models about how that plan would go, and I immediately discarded it.
These were the best and brightest in their field. Fooling them would not be simple.
**Hello**.
"It works!" The microphone that they'd so generously hooked up to my... | |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | The woman she was looking at was wearing a prison jumpsuit, with her head shaved and electrodes taped to the scalp. She was lying on an examination table, eyes closed, unmoving. The face, however, was definitely her own. Her view of the woman was curiously stationary - she tried to look around the room, but her eyes... | Play dead. That was my first instinct. Quartz processors churned out some predictive models about how that plan would go, and I immediately discarded it.
These were the best and brightest in their field. Fooling them would not be simple.
**Hello**.
"It works!" The microphone that they'd so generously hooked up to my... | |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | There I am. Or, I guess, there my body is. Lying on the operating table. Funny. Moments ago I could feel the cold, stubborn metal biting into my back. But now, I look upon my body as if it were a stranger.
I was convicted of a crime for which I was never guilty. Ironic, given the petty crimes I actually committed in m... | Shackles clung to Anna's ankles and wrists as she sat at the interrogation table. She had been here before, back when the officers were questioning her and there remained some semblance of doubt about her guilt. Memories, few of them happy. Now she was the only one maintaining her innocence, and even that resolve was s... | |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | The woman she was looking at was wearing a prison jumpsuit, with her head shaved and electrodes taped to the scalp. She was lying on an examination table, eyes closed, unmoving. The face, however, was definitely her own. Her view of the woman was curiously stationary - she tried to look around the room, but her eyes... | Shackles clung to Anna's ankles and wrists as she sat at the interrogation table. She had been here before, back when the officers were questioning her and there remained some semblance of doubt about her guilt. Memories, few of them happy. Now she was the only one maintaining her innocence, and even that resolve was s... | |
[WP] To a young woman facing execution for a crime she didn’t commit, a group of government scientists offer up an ultimatum: allow them to give her memories to an AI. Desperate, she agrees, and she’s hooked up to the machine. She wakes up looking at her own limp body to realize she‘s become the AI. | The woman she was looking at was wearing a prison jumpsuit, with her head shaved and electrodes taped to the scalp. She was lying on an examination table, eyes closed, unmoving. The face, however, was definitely her own. Her view of the woman was curiously stationary - she tried to look around the room, but her eyes... | There I am. Or, I guess, there my body is. Lying on the operating table. Funny. Moments ago I could feel the cold, stubborn metal biting into my back. But now, I look upon my body as if it were a stranger.
I was convicted of a crime for which I was never guilty. Ironic, given the petty crimes I actually committed in m... | |
[WP] Your village holds a special ceremony for every child's 13th birthday. Under the midday Sun, the child's shadow would be viewed by the elders to determine what the child would grow up as. However on the day of your ceremony, you did not cast any kind of shadow. | "Child", the Grand Elder growled low, towering over me with his elaborate robes and ornate cane. His bushy brows, scruffled beard and frumpy dreads flaying which way and throw made good work to hide his expression.
"An explanation is necessary", Even his voice, while booming, did not immediately invoke either empathy ... | &#x200B;
The eye of God is ever watchful as it dances across the sky. It goes to the ends of the world, rolling across the distant waves of salted waters where no dare to go, but it never leaves us out of it’s sight. It never leaves anything out of its sight. And so grateful are we for that, for though inward all ... | |
[WP] Your village holds a special ceremony for every child's 13th birthday. Under the midday Sun, the child's shadow would be viewed by the elders to determine what the child would grow up as. However on the day of your ceremony, you did not cast any kind of shadow. | "Child", the Grand Elder growled low, towering over me with his elaborate robes and ornate cane. His bushy brows, scruffled beard and frumpy dreads flaying which way and throw made good work to hide his expression.
"An explanation is necessary", Even his voice, while booming, did not immediately invoke either empathy ... | When the thirteenth moon waxes and the snow that caps the pines threatens to turn to mush or harden for another moon and a half, we prepare for the ceremony. I don my rob, crafted from the fur of the special beast. I tremble with nerves, anxious as to what my future will bring. Safety for the group or an early demise a... | |
[deleted] | [WP] "All humans ever write about is themselves!" You protest in the breakroom of the Interdimensional Bureau of Writing Prompts, "Its either aliens, special magical powers, or their own doom!" And then, a story written by Ants floats through the door and settles on your desk. | "All humans ever write about is themselves," I complained to Doug as we wasted time in the breakroom of the Interdimensional Bureau of Writing Prompts. "Human this, human that, blah blah blah. I swear, if I read another story about aliens or special magical powers or their own doom or personified Death, I will literall... | A crash sounded, and a flurry of feet collected outside the door as someone - probably Mary - fell over with what sounded like another pile of documents. This was what, the fifth time this week?
My ears pricked for a few moments longer to make sure that she was being helped, but I was distracted by an innocent sheet o... |
[WP] Your only superpower is giving other people superpowers. You also, in your spare time, give really dumb, useless or annoying powers to the a-holes of the world who deserve it. | It's not easy, sometimes, to avoid it. People are good at finding patterns, damn good, and nothing prompts a search for trends like the truly extraordinary. A search for the correlation between things miraculous.
A search for me.
More of my time than I'd like is spent avoiding that kind of scrutiny. I still do **my**... | “Ah, I see you have finally made it,” I said to the traveler. She looked about as ready to die of exhaustion as she was to make a request of me. I sat upon the dais, legs crossed as one would apple-sauce, striking the most meditative and wise expression I could in stained sweatpants and a laundry day-muscle tee. I real... | |
[WP] Your only superpower is giving other people superpowers. You also, in your spare time, give really dumb, useless or annoying powers to the a-holes of the world who deserve it. | I watched her crush the first three floors of the capitol building from the front seat of my taxi. My eyes wide, knuckles clenched tight around the steering wheel, taste of bile in my throat, horn adding its chorus to wailing sirens and the guttural thumping of a helicopter’s heartbeat. I was too late to stop her.
The... | Kiddigan stifled a laugh.
"No - No really, I can give you the power to enchant any woman, uh, Bro," Who NAMES THEIR CHILD THAT!? Kiddigan's internal voice screamed. "But Look, this power, this `gift` will make you a magnet for every super-villlainess out there."
The Brick-Mart parking lot was empty, and it was near d... | |
[WP] Your only superpower is giving other people superpowers. You also, in your spare time, give really dumb, useless or annoying powers to the a-holes of the world who deserve it. | “God, who would steal from a toy drive?” I asked, incredulously.
The “Santa Claus” who I had cornered on the roof chuckled.
“Oh, these? Ain’t toys, if that’s what you mean.” he spat. “Now, get down on the ground.”
It was a vexing situation. A man dressed up as the Spirit of Christmas, carrying a gun in order to ste... | Kiddigan stifled a laugh.
"No - No really, I can give you the power to enchant any woman, uh, Bro," Who NAMES THEIR CHILD THAT!? Kiddigan's internal voice screamed. "But Look, this power, this `gift` will make you a magnet for every super-villlainess out there."
The Brick-Mart parking lot was empty, and it was near d... | |
[WP] Your only superpower is giving other people superpowers. You also, in your spare time, give really dumb, useless or annoying powers to the a-holes of the world who deserve it. | The mask keeps me from breathing in the smoke, but it cannot hide the flames from my eyes.
From the top of the skyscraper I have a very good view of the end of the world. Hundreds of fires rage across the city, and a figure torches even more of the building as I watch. In the distance, I can make out a few distant fi... | Kiddigan stifled a laugh.
"No - No really, I can give you the power to enchant any woman, uh, Bro," Who NAMES THEIR CHILD THAT!? Kiddigan's internal voice screamed. "But Look, this power, this `gift` will make you a magnet for every super-villlainess out there."
The Brick-Mart parking lot was empty, and it was near d... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | You know, when my granma called me to tell me that someone had dumped a little Siamese kitten off near her candy shop, I never really expected something like this to happen.
My family had been saving feral cats for years, so I never really thought anything of it. Over the years, we've had hundreds that we've rescued, ... | "Witches", I mumbled under my breath, seeing the events of the night play out before me in a series of half remembered, disjointed pieces.
"Now it makes sense"
I was bouncing at a local pub downtown. It's a good job, and provides just enough funds and social interaction so that no one gets wise to who and what I real... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | As I heard her speak those words, I was so sure that I was still dreaming that I just wanted to laugh. But there they were, staring right at me without blinking once.
Before I could say anything, she took a step forward. Her expression had changed. "So? Will you be joining us? I am still waiting for your answer. Matil... | "Witches", I mumbled under my breath, seeing the events of the night play out before me in a series of half remembered, disjointed pieces.
"Now it makes sense"
I was bouncing at a local pub downtown. It's a good job, and provides just enough funds and social interaction so that no one gets wise to who and what I real... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | There I was. Sound asleep. Dreaming the dreams any normal young male would be dreaming, when I started to come out of my sleep. I sensed I was being watched. I heard whispers all around me.
I slowly cracked open my eye lids... Trying to hide the fact of my being awake.
"Why Lilly, this young gent is trying to foo... | "Witches", I mumbled under my breath, seeing the events of the night play out before me in a series of half remembered, disjointed pieces.
"Now it makes sense"
I was bouncing at a local pub downtown. It's a good job, and provides just enough funds and social interaction so that no one gets wise to who and what I real... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | There I was. Sound asleep. Dreaming the dreams any normal young male would be dreaming, when I started to come out of my sleep. I sensed I was being watched. I heard whispers all around me.
I slowly cracked open my eye lids... Trying to hide the fact of my being awake.
"Why Lilly, this young gent is trying to foo... | *EDIT/Preface: It looks my version is very "familiar" (no pun intended) to another commenter's. I didn't read the responses before writing my own. Forgive my interpretation of what appears to be a common take on this prompt!*
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“Adopt?” you say, blinking to remove the sleep from your eyes. You are fairy certain you... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | There I was. Sound asleep. Dreaming the dreams any normal young male would be dreaming, when I started to come out of my sleep. I sensed I was being watched. I heard whispers all around me.
I slowly cracked open my eye lids... Trying to hide the fact of my being awake.
"Why Lilly, this young gent is trying to foo... | You know, when my granma called me to tell me that someone had dumped a little Siamese kitten off near her candy shop, I never really expected something like this to happen.
My family had been saving feral cats for years, so I never really thought anything of it. Over the years, we've had hundreds that we've rescued, ... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | There I was. Sound asleep. Dreaming the dreams any normal young male would be dreaming, when I started to come out of my sleep. I sensed I was being watched. I heard whispers all around me.
I slowly cracked open my eye lids... Trying to hide the fact of my being awake.
"Why Lilly, this young gent is trying to foo... | As I heard her speak those words, I was so sure that I was still dreaming that I just wanted to laugh. But there they were, staring right at me without blinking once.
Before I could say anything, she took a step forward. Her expression had changed. "So? Will you be joining us? I am still waiting for your answer. Matil... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | Its been raining and cold all week, freezing rain, and heavy frost each morning grace the barren landscape that is my failing farmland. As I step off the porch to head to the barn, I hear a pitiful weak mewling, just barely audible over the wind and rain. I looked around, worried about any animal trapped outside in ... | "Don't *I* get to choose?" I spoke in regards to my assigned status as a witch. "I can't just become a witch." The cat squinted at me from the witch's arms. "I have a wife and kids and a home to take care of." The five witches looked around. They were impatient and out of place.
"The cat makes all the rules and decisi... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | There were four of them and they matched the modern movie stereotypes so closely it hurt. One Jamaican/Caribbean islands looking lady, one mousy little white girl holding our new cat, one modern gypsy looking gal and a tall business lady in a suit holding some kind of "grimoire".
"Can you say that again?"
"Al-Luna s... | "Don't *I* get to choose?" I spoke in regards to my assigned status as a witch. "I can't just become a witch." The cat squinted at me from the witch's arms. "I have a wife and kids and a home to take care of." The five witches looked around. They were impatient and out of place.
"The cat makes all the rules and decisi... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | **First time doing a prompt, hopefully you enjoy it!**
I set the little black cat down on the floor of my room she looked around curiously for side-to-side as if to inspect her current surroundings. I chuckled quietly at her slight bewilderment.
“A lot better than that storm drain, ain’t it?” I asked. She looked ba... | "Don't *I* get to choose?" I spoke in regards to my assigned status as a witch. "I can't just become a witch." The cat squinted at me from the witch's arms. "I have a wife and kids and a home to take care of." The five witches looked around. They were impatient and out of place.
"The cat makes all the rules and decisi... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | Its been raining and cold all week, freezing rain, and heavy frost each morning grace the barren landscape that is my failing farmland. As I step off the porch to head to the barn, I hear a pitiful weak mewling, just barely audible over the wind and rain. I looked around, worried about any animal trapped outside in ... | As my eyes adjusted to the three figures by my bed the words replayed in my head over and over as I tried to understand them, "My cat wants to adopt you. So you're now one of us."
I let out a heavy sigh and checked the my alarn clock, 7:45 in the morning. The grey skies seeped through the curtains, it's been three yea... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | There were four of them and they matched the modern movie stereotypes so closely it hurt. One Jamaican/Caribbean islands looking lady, one mousy little white girl holding our new cat, one modern gypsy looking gal and a tall business lady in a suit holding some kind of "grimoire".
"Can you say that again?"
"Al-Luna s... | As my eyes adjusted to the three figures by my bed the words replayed in my head over and over as I tried to understand them, "My cat wants to adopt you. So you're now one of us."
I let out a heavy sigh and checked the my alarn clock, 7:45 in the morning. The grey skies seeped through the curtains, it's been three yea... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | **First time doing a prompt, hopefully you enjoy it!**
I set the little black cat down on the floor of my room she looked around curiously for side-to-side as if to inspect her current surroundings. I chuckled quietly at her slight bewilderment.
“A lot better than that storm drain, ain’t it?” I asked. She looked ba... | As my eyes adjusted to the three figures by my bed the words replayed in my head over and over as I tried to understand them, "My cat wants to adopt you. So you're now one of us."
I let out a heavy sigh and checked the my alarn clock, 7:45 in the morning. The grey skies seeped through the curtains, it's been three yea... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | Its been raining and cold all week, freezing rain, and heavy frost each morning grace the barren landscape that is my failing farmland. As I step off the porch to head to the barn, I hear a pitiful weak mewling, just barely audible over the wind and rain. I looked around, worried about any animal trapped outside in ... | I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. "Is this... Is this a prank? How did you get in here?"
One of the women rolled her eyes, and looked at the cat in her friend"s arms.
"I told you, this is a bad idea. What if they don't want to be part of this? We've just exposed ourselves for nothing, and I'm not disintegrating anot... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | There were four of them and they matched the modern movie stereotypes so closely it hurt. One Jamaican/Caribbean islands looking lady, one mousy little white girl holding our new cat, one modern gypsy looking gal and a tall business lady in a suit holding some kind of "grimoire".
"Can you say that again?"
"Al-Luna s... | I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. "Is this... Is this a prank? How did you get in here?"
One of the women rolled her eyes, and looked at the cat in her friend"s arms.
"I told you, this is a bad idea. What if they don't want to be part of this? We've just exposed ourselves for nothing, and I'm not disintegrating anot... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | **First time doing a prompt, hopefully you enjoy it!**
I set the little black cat down on the floor of my room she looked around curiously for side-to-side as if to inspect her current surroundings. I chuckled quietly at her slight bewilderment.
“A lot better than that storm drain, ain’t it?” I asked. She looked ba... | I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. "Is this... Is this a prank? How did you get in here?"
One of the women rolled her eyes, and looked at the cat in her friend"s arms.
"I told you, this is a bad idea. What if they don't want to be part of this? We've just exposed ourselves for nothing, and I'm not disintegrating anot... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | I woke to see a child in rags, holding my little cat.
I say *my* cat, but really it's only been a week. She turned up in the storm and waltzed right in, hissed down my Pussum, and made for her foodbowl. Pussum allowed this.
"Bodi says you didn't steal her?" said the child. The kitten wiggled towards me and I sent ... | I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. "Is this... Is this a prank? How did you get in here?"
One of the women rolled her eyes, and looked at the cat in her friend"s arms.
"I told you, this is a bad idea. What if they don't want to be part of this? We've just exposed ourselves for nothing, and I'm not disintegrating anot... | |
[WP] You picked up an injured cat and patched it up overnight. The next morning, you woke up to see a family of witches standing beside your bed, and one of them is holding the injured cat in her arms. That witch said, “My cat wants to adopt you. So you’re now one of us.” | Its been raining and cold all week, freezing rain, and heavy frost each morning grace the barren landscape that is my failing farmland. As I step off the porch to head to the barn, I hear a pitiful weak mewling, just barely audible over the wind and rain. I looked around, worried about any animal trapped outside in ... | I screeched. Loudly. The witches began screaming as well, clearly disgruntled by my choice of verbal communication until one witch had the genius idea to pimp slap me, effectively shutting me up.
When I came to, the sun was high in the sky, sitting nicely behind a large, white cloud. Leaves entered my view, prolifer... |
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