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[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | [POEM]
Sometimes It’s An Accident
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Sometimes it’s an accident,
When you fall and bump your head.
Sometimes it’s an accident,
When people end up dead.
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Sometimes it’s an accident,
When people slip in the shower.
Sometimes it’s an accident,
When they choke on a bag of flour.
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Sometimes it’s an accident,
... | "It appears as though Junior's harness was tampered with."
Justice died the moment Investigative Detective Billcox spoke those words. His job - his real job - had just begun. The seed of doubt was planted, and it was now assassin Billcox's job to water it.
"What do you mean?" Sheila asked with sudden aliveness. Such... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | Making murder look like an accident is an art. My art. I staged well over a thousand “accidents” before I found an even more profitable venture: making accidents looks like murders.
I honestly never thought I’d feel fulfilled by doing my work badly, but this just feels… fun.
Someone so popular or so important, kil... | The boss of the Falcone family fell down the stairs last night, broke his neck in five places. Would have died slow if he hadn't had a fork in his mouth, thing shot straight through the roof of his mouth, more of it was in his brain pan than in his mouth. The piece of lasagna went with jt, messy messy messy. If he had ... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S DEAD?"
"H...He just fell over sir."
"What the fuck?! You were only suppose to get into position! I didn't give you the order!"
"Sir, I swear, I didn't touch him. I was watching him on top of the building opposite his penthouse, like we agreed. I saw him clutch his chest, then he fell into t... | The boss of the Falcone family fell down the stairs last night, broke his neck in five places. Would have died slow if he hadn't had a fork in his mouth, thing shot straight through the roof of his mouth, more of it was in his brain pan than in his mouth. The piece of lasagna went with jt, messy messy messy. If he had ... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | Making murder look like an accident is an art. My art. I staged well over a thousand “accidents” before I found an even more profitable venture: making accidents looks like murders.
I honestly never thought I’d feel fulfilled by doing my work badly, but this just feels… fun.
Someone so popular or so important, kil... | "But it's a lie! Lies are wrong. How can angels lie?" I asked, puzzled. The beautifully androgynous messenger cocked her head, puzzled. "God works in mysterious ways. What the fallen are willing to misinterpret, how they twist it, is not the same as a d direct untruth. It's not a lie. It's wrongdoers projecting their o... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S DEAD?"
"H...He just fell over sir."
"What the fuck?! You were only suppose to get into position! I didn't give you the order!"
"Sir, I swear, I didn't touch him. I was watching him on top of the building opposite his penthouse, like we agreed. I saw him clutch his chest, then he fell into t... | "But it's a lie! Lies are wrong. How can angels lie?" I asked, puzzled. The beautifully androgynous messenger cocked her head, puzzled. "God works in mysterious ways. What the fallen are willing to misinterpret, how they twist it, is not the same as a d direct untruth. It's not a lie. It's wrongdoers projecting their o... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | My job is simple, I get hired by people with a sick sense of humor to make come to the sight of their death and make their death look like a gruesome murder. Sometimes a it has a purpose. Just last week I was hired by a political activist. He wanted his death to look like someone wanted to shut him up. Honestly, I thi... | "Ah fuck"
My job is to make natural deaths look like murder. I'm probably the reason why there are some cases that become unsolvable. To be honest I am surprised. I used to be part of a company that cleans up dead bodies after a suicide, homicide and some other causes like natural or accidental deaths but when I go... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S DEAD?"
"H...He just fell over sir."
"What the fuck?! You were only suppose to get into position! I didn't give you the order!"
"Sir, I swear, I didn't touch him. I was watching him on top of the building opposite his penthouse, like we agreed. I saw him clutch his chest, then he fell into t... | "Ah fuck"
My job is to make natural deaths look like murder. I'm probably the reason why there are some cases that become unsolvable. To be honest I am surprised. I used to be part of a company that cleans up dead bodies after a suicide, homicide and some other causes like natural or accidental deaths but when I go... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | I went to college for forensic science in a small town called Northbrook, Wyoming. You'd be surprised they had anything more than a high school considering the small population. Yet there I was, sitting in a class with about fourteen other people, examining photos of blood splatter patterns taped to the whiteboard in f... | "Ah fuck"
My job is to make natural deaths look like murder. I'm probably the reason why there are some cases that become unsolvable. To be honest I am surprised. I used to be part of a company that cleans up dead bodies after a suicide, homicide and some other causes like natural or accidental deaths but when I go... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | *This should be the easiest job yet.*
I pulled into the prison parking lot, stopping my fairly ordinary looking hatchback, with just a bit more than legal tint in the windows, in my usual spot under the tree. You see, prisons actually pay me to do my job quite often- poor healthcare, food that barely sustains life, an... | "Ah fuck"
My job is to make natural deaths look like murder. I'm probably the reason why there are some cases that become unsolvable. To be honest I am surprised. I used to be part of a company that cleans up dead bodies after a suicide, homicide and some other causes like natural or accidental deaths but when I go... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S DEAD?"
"H...He just fell over sir."
"What the fuck?! You were only suppose to get into position! I didn't give you the order!"
"Sir, I swear, I didn't touch him. I was watching him on top of the building opposite his penthouse, like we agreed. I saw him clutch his chest, then he fell into t... | My job is simple, I get hired by people with a sick sense of humor to make come to the sight of their death and make their death look like a gruesome murder. Sometimes a it has a purpose. Just last week I was hired by a political activist. He wanted his death to look like someone wanted to shut him up. Honestly, I thi... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | I went to college for forensic science in a small town called Northbrook, Wyoming. You'd be surprised they had anything more than a high school considering the small population. Yet there I was, sitting in a class with about fourteen other people, examining photos of blood splatter patterns taped to the whiteboard in f... | My job is simple, I get hired by people with a sick sense of humor to make come to the sight of their death and make their death look like a gruesome murder. Sometimes a it has a purpose. Just last week I was hired by a political activist. He wanted his death to look like someone wanted to shut him up. Honestly, I thi... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | *This should be the easiest job yet.*
I pulled into the prison parking lot, stopping my fairly ordinary looking hatchback, with just a bit more than legal tint in the windows, in my usual spot under the tree. You see, prisons actually pay me to do my job quite often- poor healthcare, food that barely sustains life, an... | My job is simple, I get hired by people with a sick sense of humor to make come to the sight of their death and make their death look like a gruesome murder. Sometimes a it has a purpose. Just last week I was hired by a political activist. He wanted his death to look like someone wanted to shut him up. Honestly, I thi... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S DEAD?"
"H...He just fell over sir."
"What the fuck?! You were only suppose to get into position! I didn't give you the order!"
"Sir, I swear, I didn't touch him. I was watching him on top of the building opposite his penthouse, like we agreed. I saw him clutch his chest, then he fell into t... | There is a special art in making something out of nothing. Yes, yes, we all know that one guy who argues that the world is flat by ignoring the facts, but that is not an art so much as it is, well, ignorant. And thus, you have come to me. To claim that extra payout from life insurance or maybe it's just a more convenie... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | I went to college for forensic science in a small town called Northbrook, Wyoming. You'd be surprised they had anything more than a high school considering the small population. Yet there I was, sitting in a class with about fourteen other people, examining photos of blood splatter patterns taped to the whiteboard in f... | There is a special art in making something out of nothing. Yes, yes, we all know that one guy who argues that the world is flat by ignoring the facts, but that is not an art so much as it is, well, ignorant. And thus, you have come to me. To claim that extra payout from life insurance or maybe it's just a more convenie... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | *This should be the easiest job yet.*
I pulled into the prison parking lot, stopping my fairly ordinary looking hatchback, with just a bit more than legal tint in the windows, in my usual spot under the tree. You see, prisons actually pay me to do my job quite often- poor healthcare, food that barely sustains life, an... | There is a special art in making something out of nothing. Yes, yes, we all know that one guy who argues that the world is flat by ignoring the facts, but that is not an art so much as it is, well, ignorant. And thus, you have come to me. To claim that extra payout from life insurance or maybe it's just a more convenie... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | The endlessly profitable businesses of 'procurement', 'entertainment' and 'insurance sales'- the lucrative mafia requires never-ending work to deter competitors. There is only one lubricant that can stifle competition and prevent police involvement: Blood. Blood creates fear, and fear makes people think twice before ge... | The ringing of the telephone echoed throughout the large, derelict house. Its noise jangled my nerves, persistent and promising one more foul intention among a cesspool of depravity. Sipping my brandy one last time, I set the glass down next to the coaster and crossed the hall to the parlor, where the offending nuisanc... | |
[WP] Some assassins are paid extra to make deaths look accidental. Your job is the opposite. You're hired for those rare instances in which accidental or natural deaths need to appear as if they were murders. | How do you make an idea last? Make it really grow roots into the minds of men, when such minds are fickle and rarely capable of grasping any idea fully? You make them follow a symbol. Someone who can speak the words to them and make the words and indeed the very idea a part of their soul, if only for a brief moment. Bu... | My job title is crime scene creator, I bet you're wondering how I came into this role?
Unfortunate circumstances really, my step mother was a narcissist, she relied on my father's money, and verbally beat him down constantly.
She needed to go, and I was willing to do whatever it would take.
The decision was made, I s... | |
[WP] Nobody's perfect. Write something where the main character doesn't succeed. |
Seth rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. Standing half a head taller than most men and with a lean but muscular frame, he captured the attention of every girl and the envy of every boy in the land of Cerulin. His bright green eyes, the only ones to be found in the region, marked him as unique, a prize that h... | I rounded the corner in a mad dash. My blood was pumping in my head. There was no one around. No way to get help. No crowd to melt into. No sweet old woman to hide me. Just me, the moon and my impending doom.
My steps were loud. Far louder than was acceptable for my survival. My pursuer was silent. My legs ached but... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | Todd rubbed his eyes. Rain was lashing the windshield in the darkness. Every few minutes a vehicle would approach from the opposite direction, its high beams on. The rage would rise in Todd's chest until their beams flicked down to the highway pavement and out of his eyes, granting him relief from the ocular strain and... | "No."
"What?" I quickly look at the officers around me, several sharing the same confused look as me. The man crossed him arm, the stump of what remained of his right elbow kinda stabbing into his left. "I said no."
"Why don't you want us to help you?" I asked. "You have a brief chance here. You can help us figure ou... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | "You know, you're making this a lot more difficult than it needs to be! You were laying in a pool of your own blood for 32 hours under a bridge in the middle of the city. You were MURDERED in broad daylight for goodness sakes. your shoes were ripped off of your feet and a lock of your hair was cut off. You HAD to have... | "No."
"What?" I quickly look at the officers around me, several sharing the same confused look as me. The man crossed him arm, the stump of what remained of his right elbow kinda stabbing into his left. "I said no."
"Why don't you want us to help you?" I asked. "You have a brief chance here. You can help us figure ou... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | I trudged through the graveyard in the dead of night, cursing my handlers under my breath. I still couldn’t understand why they hadn’t hired somebody else to do this part of the job. The other parts were traumatizing enough, the least they could do was help me with the physical labor.
They definitely had the money. Fr... | "No."
"What?" I quickly look at the officers around me, several sharing the same confused look as me. The man crossed him arm, the stump of what remained of his right elbow kinda stabbing into his left. "I said no."
"Why don't you want us to help you?" I asked. "You have a brief chance here. You can help us figure ou... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | "I just can't talk about it." Jack looked away.
I sat with him at his tombstone like I did for every client.
"But don't you want justice?" I asked, pushing the long strands of my black hair out of my face.
This case had bothered me from day one. Jack was a 34 year old single father that had died at the beginning... | "No."
"What?" I quickly look at the officers around me, several sharing the same confused look as me. The man crossed him arm, the stump of what remained of his right elbow kinda stabbing into his left. "I said no."
"Why don't you want us to help you?" I asked. "You have a brief chance here. You can help us figure ou... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | Tally held the remains of the burger to her lips and with a soft “It only works on humans” bit down on the last of the bread and meat.
Detective Zero had the decency to look embarrassed at being caught staring. “What? I didn't say anything?” he said weakly defending himself.
Tally's silent glare was all the reply he ... | "No."
"What?" I quickly look at the officers around me, several sharing the same confused look as me. The man crossed him arm, the stump of what remained of his right elbow kinda stabbing into his left. "I said no."
"Why don't you want us to help you?" I asked. "You have a brief chance here. You can help us figure ou... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | The worst part about raising the dead is that they don't like it when you pull them back from the afterlife. It's painful for both parties, since the living weren't made to go to the land of the dead, and vice versa. Think of sticking your hands outside on a cold day, and there's a sander running against your flesh.
... |
“Breathe deeply Mr. Clark.”
Gasping breathes.
“Breathe….Breathe. It may take a few moments for your lungs to re-animate.”
Gasping breaths.
The bullet holes tend to make it harder. I try not to bring that up right away. Most people are surprised enough by the sudden waking up. Being told you have been brutally mur... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | ‘Do you KNOW who I WAS?’
Celebrities. Ugh.
‘Yes Mr Jones. And we are going to do everything in our power to hel-‘
‘NANCY!’
Nancy was his assistant. She no longer works for him. Because he’s dead, natch.
‘Nancy doesn’t work for you any more, Mr. Jones..’
His glassy nostrils flare in the glare of the coroner’s ... |
“Breathe deeply Mr. Clark.”
Gasping breathes.
“Breathe….Breathe. It may take a few moments for your lungs to re-animate.”
Gasping breaths.
The bullet holes tend to make it harder. I try not to bring that up right away. Most people are surprised enough by the sudden waking up. Being told you have been brutally mur... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | The worst part about raising the dead is that they don't like it when you pull them back from the afterlife. It's painful for both parties, since the living weren't made to go to the land of the dead, and vice versa. Think of sticking your hands outside on a cold day, and there's a sander running against your flesh.
... | Susan looked carefully at the shimmering light, studying the features of his face. He looked grim, as if he was mourning his own death. It was the face of a man who was murdered, certainly. She had seen it before, and this looked particularly gruesome. Yet, why was he holding back? Why was he protecting the killer, aft... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | ‘Do you KNOW who I WAS?’
Celebrities. Ugh.
‘Yes Mr Jones. And we are going to do everything in our power to hel-‘
‘NANCY!’
Nancy was his assistant. She no longer works for him. Because he’s dead, natch.
‘Nancy doesn’t work for you any more, Mr. Jones..’
His glassy nostrils flare in the glare of the coroner’s ... | Susan looked carefully at the shimmering light, studying the features of his face. He looked grim, as if he was mourning his own death. It was the face of a man who was murdered, certainly. She had seen it before, and this looked particularly gruesome. Yet, why was he holding back? Why was he protecting the killer, aft... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | ‘Do you KNOW who I WAS?’
Celebrities. Ugh.
‘Yes Mr Jones. And we are going to do everything in our power to hel-‘
‘NANCY!’
Nancy was his assistant. She no longer works for him. Because he’s dead, natch.
‘Nancy doesn’t work for you any more, Mr. Jones..’
His glassy nostrils flare in the glare of the coroner’s ... | "No!"
"Say again?"
"I said no, just leave me to be dead and all."
I scratched my head. Never in my career had some dead ghost had the audacity to deny me information about it's... Well death.
"Okay, listen here! Seriously I can't keep you alive for longer. You are the freshest case of that mysterious murderer I've ... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | ‘Do you KNOW who I WAS?’
Celebrities. Ugh.
‘Yes Mr Jones. And we are going to do everything in our power to hel-‘
‘NANCY!’
Nancy was his assistant. She no longer works for him. Because he’s dead, natch.
‘Nancy doesn’t work for you any more, Mr. Jones..’
His glassy nostrils flare in the glare of the coroner’s ... | "Why the heck are you eating my sandwich?!" The apparition protested, flailing his formless arms in the air and penetrating the ceiling fan.
"It's not like you're going to finish it. You're dead," Special Detective Larson grumbled. "Waste of a good sandwich. Mm, pumpernickel."
The ghost hadn't realized his predicamen... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | My phone rang on my nightstand, vibrating off onto the floor with a loud CRACK.
“Fuck.” I said, rolling over to pick it up off the floor, eyes squinting from the bright light that assaulted them. It was detective Martinez, calling at 3:30 a.m… so typical. I answered the phone with a laziness that only I could muster.
... | Part one: Spirit on the run
I always disliked my job. Not because it was hard or anything. My co-workers didn't care to talk to me too much unless they needed help on a case. Which I didn't really mind most of them didn't really seem to be my type of people to hang out with after work. I also didn't like how using... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | "So, you see.. I'm very happy where I am. Your services aren't needed. You may leave!" George deadpanned. Even after being dead for so long, this man was just as everyone had described him. *Unbearable*
A soft sigh escaped my lips, "Mr Costanza.. You do realise we have an on-going murder investigation on your name. Y... | [POEM]
I wasn't really feeling too well,
Must be something to do with being in hell
Right before the whips gave me my first whack,
I felt myself being pulled back
I found myself back in my shop,
Staring into the eyes of an ugly cop
About my death he wanted to know
But, he was so ugly, back to hell I wanted... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | My phone rang on my nightstand, vibrating off onto the floor with a loud CRACK.
“Fuck.” I said, rolling over to pick it up off the floor, eyes squinting from the bright light that assaulted them. It was detective Martinez, calling at 3:30 a.m… so typical. I answered the phone with a laziness that only I could muster.
... | [POEM]
I wasn't really feeling too well,
Must be something to do with being in hell
Right before the whips gave me my first whack,
I felt myself being pulled back
I found myself back in my shop,
Staring into the eyes of an ugly cop
About my death he wanted to know
But, he was so ugly, back to hell I wanted... | |
[WP] You are the special weapon of the law, if a murder case seems unsolvable they call you. You are a mutant with the power to raise the dead, for a short amount of time. Most dead are happy to see their murderer behind bars but there was this one guy who just didn't want to help. | My phone rang on my nightstand, vibrating off onto the floor with a loud CRACK.
“Fuck.” I said, rolling over to pick it up off the floor, eyes squinting from the bright light that assaulted them. It was detective Martinez, calling at 3:30 a.m… so typical. I answered the phone with a laziness that only I could muster.
... | "So, you see.. I'm very happy where I am. Your services aren't needed. You may leave!" George deadpanned. Even after being dead for so long, this man was just as everyone had described him. *Unbearable*
A soft sigh escaped my lips, "Mr Costanza.. You do realise we have an on-going murder investigation on your name. Y... | |
[WP] You defiantly stare down the message "THIS IS AN AUTOMATED E-MAIL. PLEASE DO NOT RESPOND." and decide to break the rules. The response you get back is definitely not what you expected. | "Hey buddy, what the hell?"
Marie laughed, a little delighted noise. This hadn't been what she expected, but it was always fun to get an actual human on the other side of one of these 'automated' messages.
"Sorry. Long day at work, thought I'd had some fun."
After a second or two, another email pops up. "Yeah, well,... | Noreply, by EVJoe
The text was barely noticeable at this point, what with the number of times I've seen it -- "THIS IS AN AUTOMATED E-MAIL. PLEASE DO NOT RESPOND" -- but your brain plays tricks on you when you're lonely.
Could I be writing that term paper that's due next week? Probably. Could I be writing an email to... | |
[WP] As you breathe your last breath, you see the Grim Reaper standing over you. They swing their scythe upwards, and speak to you. "Get behind me. They're here." | "Don't I get to challenge you to a game for my soul or something?" I asked the black-robed figure in front of me.
A textbook exasperated sigh spilled from the figure, as if the sigh had been practiced for centuries. The figure pulled back it's cowl, revealing a young looking woman with chestnut hair. While her face ... | Bruce clenched his chest as he writhed in his bed, awoken by the stabbing pain that he had learned to fear in his advancing age. His eighty year old frame rolled erratically amongst the sheets, struggling against what Bruce knew could very well be his mortal outro. *I lived through so damn much, I am NOT going out like... | |
[WP] As a devout Christian you were devastated when the rapture came and you were one of the ones left behind, but you settled on that he just forgot. Now there are beasts bowing to you and one says “how may we serve you Master” you realize they think you’re the anti-Christ. | "How may we serve you master?" The beast knelt before me.
I gazed around the ruined street. Demons, beasts, hellspawns, and mother-in-laws all surrounded me. They all knelt one by one, saluting my name and vowing their life to me.
"What's going on here?" I asked.
"I'm Goloktonokatilikao, call me Gol for short. I'm s... | After the rapture had struck, and his subsequent exclusion from paradise, Ned figured that it could only be a mistake. He knew others far worse than him that had been granted passage to Heaven, some who were Christians only by name, and he figured that God must simply have forgot. There were an awful lot of people, aft... | |
I would prefer wholesome stuff, but I mean this prompt probably has to be dark to some level | [WP]The villian is shocked and horrified at themselves when they make the usually brave, stoic hero breakdown and start crying | Vayne looked around at the destruction permeating her apartment. The couch was flipped onto its side, the books torn and tattered. Her silverware stabbed into the walls, and the paint had an eerie color to it.
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None of that held her attention for longer than a moment. She was used to Brendan, her self pro... | Nightleaf knew he was in trouble. He had fallen into Hissing Shadow's trap and now he would pay the price. *Maybe you wouldn't have fallen into the trap if you weren't so distracted* he mentally berated himself *I've got to do better*. The only warning of an attack was a small rustle of fabric from behind him as a figu... |
I would prefer wholesome stuff, but I mean this prompt probably has to be dark to some level | [WP]The villian is shocked and horrified at themselves when they make the usually brave, stoic hero breakdown and start crying | "So. The great and powerful Rebel. Entrapped in my-" Valgore. The immortal king stops his speech to the sound of crying. "A-Are you okay?"
Rebel's image flickers. And she becomes shorter. Younger. "No!" She exclaims. "I never wanted this! I told them I wasn't ready! I told them I was too young! But they just gave me t... | Nightleaf knew he was in trouble. He had fallen into Hissing Shadow's trap and now he would pay the price. *Maybe you wouldn't have fallen into the trap if you weren't so distracted* he mentally berated himself *I've got to do better*. The only warning of an attack was a small rustle of fabric from behind him as a figu... |
I would prefer wholesome stuff, but I mean this prompt probably has to be dark to some level | [WP]The villian is shocked and horrified at themselves when they make the usually brave, stoic hero breakdown and start crying | "So. The great and powerful Rebel. Entrapped in my-" Valgore. The immortal king stops his speech to the sound of crying. "A-Are you okay?"
Rebel's image flickers. And she becomes shorter. Younger. "No!" She exclaims. "I never wanted this! I told them I wasn't ready! I told them I was too young! But they just gave me t... | Vayne looked around at the destruction permeating her apartment. The couch was flipped onto its side, the books torn and tattered. Her silverware stabbed into the walls, and the paint had an eerie color to it.
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None of that held her attention for longer than a moment. She was used to Brendan, her self pro... |
[WP] Three legendary heroes fought against Hydra, the first one, shot arrows against it, the second one, used a very ancient and powerful magic to paralyse the monster and then the third one cut off his head. As Hydra grew two more heads, one of the heroes said, "this could be extremely profitable" | It has been three years since The adventures stumbled upon Nettlewatch, three years since they were given the task to neutralize the beast, and now what was once a village with maybe 15 civilians barely making it by, stands a center of trade and good fortune.
Most didn't think a monster that could grow heads back coul... | "Aim higher, Alexander! You can't be a legendary hero with such an aim!" Leandra yelled as she dodged the hydra's third head. Her sword was the same length as her height, and she wielded it with skill. Her attacks to the beast had the same precision and majesty as threading a needle or flying a dragon. She kept the mon... | |
[WP] Turns out that Death doesn't actually mind people becoming immortal... as long as they do it right. No, it's when they fuck it up and cause disastrous consequences for themselves and everyone nearby - causing lots of extra work for Death in the process - that Death gets pissed. | "I told you mortal: no war. No armies. No weapons of mass destruction."
Death stood in the middle of a smoking crater, addressing a naked man.
"Errr, Death, I'm immortal."
"You still act as a foolish mortal. 1000 years of wisdom amount to nothing."
"It was only a small tactical nuke."
"Yet it killed 427 people be... | The wind was quiet this night in the valley, naught but a breeze drifting through the boughs of the trees. The grass whispered in the yard, swaying gently in the caresses of the sweet mountain air. The full moon lingered over the peaks, casting long shadows from the barn and farmhouse.
Death stepped quietly from the ... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | "Gods!" I yelled, slamming shut my veritable textbook. "There is just too much! Too much to know, too much to memorize, too much! I'll never finish!"
A gentle presence sidled up to me, wrapping her free hand around my waist. Pomi, my elegant 'better half'. "Patience, my love, patience." Her opposite hand presented me ... | "Phil, our paper got published!" Tristan screamed from the front door, holding the latest issue of Magic magazine. "Holy shit! Our second attemptgot published?" Phil cried from the kitchen. Cooking breakfast for him his wife and the thing created by the spell.
"Your not gonna believe it but we even got front cover! D... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | I walked into the company building. The big lit sign atop the building shining searing light as always. I remember when I first joined the company the sight of the large sign morphing and changing magically was a sight of awe, but now it's nothing but an eyesore.
I passed by a few doors of other departments, each wit... | "Phil, our paper got published!" Tristan screamed from the front door, holding the latest issue of Magic magazine. "Holy shit! Our second attemptgot published?" Phil cried from the kitchen. Cooking breakfast for him his wife and the thing created by the spell.
"Your not gonna believe it but we even got front cover! D... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | I walked into the company building. The big lit sign atop the building shining searing light as always. I remember when I first joined the company the sight of the large sign morphing and changing magically was a sight of awe, but now it's nothing but an eyesore.
I passed by a few doors of other departments, each wit... | "Gods!" I yelled, slamming shut my veritable textbook. "There is just too much! Too much to know, too much to memorize, too much! I'll never finish!"
A gentle presence sidled up to me, wrapping her free hand around my waist. Pomi, my elegant 'better half'. "Patience, my love, patience." Her opposite hand presented me ... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | He clutched the material components of the spell in the palm of his hand. Focusing will and declaring intent with one motion HE YEETED THAT FUCKING FIREBALL. Well, more a fire bolt. The anvil he’d plinked with it absorbed the all of the heat that didn’t dissipate immediately, lightening in color but not yet a glow.
H... | I hate my team and I love my team - but most of all I'd really love to know who my team even is. Since my mind has been encrypted, I feel like I'm running around in a maze with no orientation, except that I seem to always be at the right place in the right moment. It'll be fun reading the papers on this trial but I rea... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | When Bain Capital acquired the Ministry of Magic, some real changes needed to be made. Bain Consulting was brought in to help.
Phase1 of the initial $10M Operations and Management focused study found a variety of opportunities to incrementally improve the Ministry’s performance. As this phase was ending, the Bain team... | I hate my team and I love my team - but most of all I'd really love to know who my team even is. Since my mind has been encrypted, I feel like I'm running around in a maze with no orientation, except that I seem to always be at the right place in the right moment. It'll be fun reading the papers on this trial but I rea... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | When Bain Capital acquired the Ministry of Magic, some real changes needed to be made. Bain Consulting was brought in to help.
Phase1 of the initial $10M Operations and Management focused study found a variety of opportunities to incrementally improve the Ministry’s performance. As this phase was ending, the Bain team... | “Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to another episode of Dragon Tank!” The announcer yelled.
“For all of the folks who new this show of ours we have our fine judges, Ikkatosh the wise, Wolfric the mighty, and the dark destroyer of realms: Brian!
Three judges appeared as the camera zoomed in on differently dressed wizards... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | When Bain Capital acquired the Ministry of Magic, some real changes needed to be made. Bain Consulting was brought in to help.
Phase1 of the initial $10M Operations and Management focused study found a variety of opportunities to incrementally improve the Ministry’s performance. As this phase was ending, the Bain team... | He clutched the material components of the spell in the palm of his hand. Focusing will and declaring intent with one motion HE YEETED THAT FUCKING FIREBALL. Well, more a fire bolt. The anvil he’d plinked with it absorbed the all of the heat that didn’t dissipate immediately, lightening in color but not yet a glow.
H... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | When Bain Capital acquired the Ministry of Magic, some real changes needed to be made. Bain Consulting was brought in to help.
Phase1 of the initial $10M Operations and Management focused study found a variety of opportunities to incrementally improve the Ministry’s performance. As this phase was ending, the Bain team... | Liches aren’t meant to be fathers.
Professor Vineas Octavius Aurelian Brian Eismour was many things:
The Sixty Ninth Grand Magus of The Order of Enchanters, Chairman for The League of Very Reputable Wizards under three hundred years old, licensed Alchemist, and High Researcher at The Royal institute of Arcane mishaps... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | **"Again!"**
The bellow of his awful voice cut through the palpable fatigue of the crew.
"The madman, he's going to work us to the bone..."
"Before you know it, the latest cost cut is going to be ditching the healers and bring in the necromancers," I muttered to my college, gingerly kneeling down on my raw knees ... | The sign at the entrance read aloud, "No unauthorized magic beyond this point."
Senior Magic Researcher Gerry Gohnson hurried down the busy corridor with his hands struggling to hold the tower of paper leaning obnoxiously in his hands. The Research Institute for Magical Advancement and Development bulged with the amo... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | “What are you doing?”
“Just trying to get a quick transfiguration on this lens. Need it to refocus a laser and figure out the exact mechanism of a potential fourth-order transmutation,” I muttered. “Now be quiet. I need to concentrate.”
Jamal peered over my shoulder. “Are you using an aluminum to silicon dioxide tran... | The sign at the entrance read aloud, "No unauthorized magic beyond this point."
Senior Magic Researcher Gerry Gohnson hurried down the busy corridor with his hands struggling to hold the tower of paper leaning obnoxiously in his hands. The Research Institute for Magical Advancement and Development bulged with the amo... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | **Archibald the Prismatic** awoke from his four-hundred-year stone trance to find that the world had changed.
One moment, he had been whipping lightning across the sky, casting thunder upon the Basilisk…
...and the next, he found himself in standing in the center of his old Campus. Only, it had changed.
*A lot.*
H... | The sign at the entrance read aloud, "No unauthorized magic beyond this point."
Senior Magic Researcher Gerry Gohnson hurried down the busy corridor with his hands struggling to hold the tower of paper leaning obnoxiously in his hands. The Research Institute for Magical Advancement and Development bulged with the amo... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | **Archibald the Prismatic** awoke from his four-hundred-year stone trance to find that the world had changed.
One moment, he had been whipping lightning across the sky, casting thunder upon the Basilisk…
...and the next, he found himself in standing in the center of his old Campus. Only, it had changed.
*A lot.*
H... | **"Again!"**
The bellow of his awful voice cut through the palpable fatigue of the crew.
"The madman, he's going to work us to the bone..."
"Before you know it, the latest cost cut is going to be ditching the healers and bring in the necromancers," I muttered to my college, gingerly kneeling down on my raw knees ... | |
[WP] Wizards are often depicted as being lone, reclusive researchers tinkering with new magics all alone in their towers for decades. However as the scientific process developed so too did the magical process, now wizards work in research teams, all spells are peer reviewed and papers are published | **Archibald the Prismatic** awoke from his four-hundred-year stone trance to find that the world had changed.
One moment, he had been whipping lightning across the sky, casting thunder upon the Basilisk…
...and the next, he found himself in standing in the center of his old Campus. Only, it had changed.
*A lot.*
H... | “What are you doing?”
“Just trying to get a quick transfiguration on this lens. Need it to refocus a laser and figure out the exact mechanism of a potential fourth-order transmutation,” I muttered. “Now be quiet. I need to concentrate.”
Jamal peered over my shoulder. “Are you using an aluminum to silicon dioxide tran... | |
[WP] People have been singing 'Rain Rain Go Away' for years, but one day by chance you sing it correctly, and it does go away. It does not return. | I checked the kitchen.
I checked the basement.
All of the bathrooms, the living room, my sister's room.
The coast was clear. I loved to sing, but was shy about my voice. Those who heard me always told me that I was amazing and while I really did believe them, I couldn't help but be bashful. But everyone in the enti... | “Rain, Rain, please come again”
The words seem almost stuck to my lips. As tears dribble from my face, onto ground untouched by moisture for god knows how many weeks. Has it been weeks, months, maybe years now since that day. I don’t even remember the exact rhyme anymore. Just the echoes of laughter from the childre... | |
[WP] People have been singing 'Rain Rain Go Away' for years, but one day by chance you sing it correctly, and it does go away. It does not return. | 1460 days.
Four years.
48months.
35039...no, 35040 hours.
I couldn't have known that singing a centuries old nursery time could have caused The Plague of Bones, but I'm still the scapegoat, and to be honest, I can't blame them.
38 months in a cell.
48 months since I sang.
Happy four years since the end o... | “Rain, Rain, please come again”
The words seem almost stuck to my lips. As tears dribble from my face, onto ground untouched by moisture for god knows how many weeks. Has it been weeks, months, maybe years now since that day. I don’t even remember the exact rhyme anymore. Just the echoes of laughter from the childre... | |
[WP] You are the girlfriend of a well-known spy. Your job is to look pretty on his arm when he needs you and sit by the pool when he is busy. No you has caught on yet that he is a womanizing drunkard with a gambling problem while you are the real spy... | The following is the transcript of an audio tape that was recovered from an enemy installation on the 17th of June, 2020, by Field Agent 113: Bridges, Max.
RECORDING BEGINS
VOICE: This is Audio File 2FN:31-B. After nine hours of enhanced interrogation, the subject indicated that he was willing to answer our questio... | The white tail of his gaudy tuxedo disappears behind the tiki totem support pole of the near pool-side bar. He had been quickening his pace to intersect the woman in the cherry red bikini with the Russian-accent with lust instead intelligence-gathering on his mind. Two beats later, Boris, a mountain in a black suit w... | |
[WP] You are the girlfriend of a well-known spy. Your job is to look pretty on his arm when he needs you and sit by the pool when he is busy. No you has caught on yet that he is a womanizing drunkard with a gambling problem while you are the real spy... | Her husband is busy in the casino.
She know these things without seeing him; that he has a tumbler of gin in his left hand, a cigar clutched in his right, and there are two blonde women hanging from each shoulder. They are touching him with dagger-manicured fingers in places that are both appropriate and terribly wr... | *Fwww*
A cloud of smoke obscured her face for only a moment, vanishing to reveal her dark eyes watching something in the distance.
*It's a Korean this time, huh? I'm too used to seeing blondes.*
A man in blue leaned over a woman dressed in green, seeming to have an intimate conversation with her, exchanging flirty ... | |
[WP] You live in a world where magic and advanced technology coexist. The two factions had been at war for a long time. Now you attend a school with both factions, an attempt at peace. | As I was opening my locker, one girl slammed it shut and a group of girls surrounded me.
"What are you?" the head girl asked. "A techie, or a witch?"
"Neither!" I blurted. "I just got transferred here because of my grades. Honestly."
"Shut up," the girl said, sneering at me. She turned to the girl on her left and or... | UC Berkeley, 1968. I remember it like it was yesterday. There was talk of the campus calling in the heat, maybe even the National Guard, if the Free Speech protests got out of hand. Two competing groups of protesters. There were the Technos, with the short hair and the cybernetic implants, the ones who supported contin... | |
[WP] You live in a society where there is a death sentence, but also, the option for people to fight their loved ones murderer, in an arena specially built for this purpose, with an array of weapons specially made for this. You meet, for the first time, the person who killed your daughter. | Guilty. To death. That’s all I remember from the trial. 3 long months of testimonies, expert opinions, eye-witness accounts, but the only moment I remember is when the jury returned the verdict my family waited almost 2 years to hear. Ryan Jeffer, guilty of murdering Julie Singer. Sentenced to death by chair or combat.... | Standing in the narrow tunnel that led to the Judgement's Gambit Arena, I could feel a slight breeze wafting across the massive floor. I could hear the roar of the crowd, ebbing and flowing, their excitement rising to a fevered pitch before descending to near silence.
In those silent moments, I would focus on the sma... | |
[WP] You live in a society where there is a death sentence, but also, the option for people to fight their loved ones murderer, in an arena specially built for this purpose, with an array of weapons specially made for this. You meet, for the first time, the person who killed your daughter. | Terry stood in the empty room, eyes closed, taking slow, measured breaths. He stood, focused, unmoving, concentrating on his memories, remembering what brought him here. He saw that day, as clear now as when it happened. He remembered the pain. The pain he felt then. He couldn’t wait to share it.
He saw his house, his... | "Finally i have been waiting for this day to come." I said as i walk the arena halls. Lost in deep thought i failed to notice that the time is passing. I arrived in front of a man, he is composed and does not show any emotions.
"This way sir, may God bless you in your battle. May his grace guide you to the right path... | |
[WP] You live in a society where there is a death sentence, but also, the option for people to fight their loved ones murderer, in an arena specially built for this purpose, with an array of weapons specially made for this. You meet, for the first time, the person who killed your daughter. | Hot summer sun turned the coliseum's sand floor to magma; it nearly burned Kaleo's feet through his sandals, but even then, it was nothing compared to the anger that burned in his heart.
*I finally have the chance*, he thought, watching a gate on the opposite side rise, *to make right what is so utterly wrong. This is... | "Finally i have been waiting for this day to come." I said as i walk the arena halls. Lost in deep thought i failed to notice that the time is passing. I arrived in front of a man, he is composed and does not show any emotions.
"This way sir, may God bless you in your battle. May his grace guide you to the right path... | |
[WP] as the house you're trapped in burns to the ground you contemplate "how am i gonna explain the fact I'm immortal to the firemen without starting another religion" | I waved my hand in front of my face. The smoke was getting thick now as the fire continued to spread through the old Victorian. Those stupid kids had probably let the candles burn down in their panic. This house was so full of dusty, dry old furniture and cobwebs it was no wonder they had started a fire.
I looked arou... | *"Stupid. Stupid **stupid**."* Nico thought to himself. Of course you don't add water to an electrical fire. The setting-his-dinner on fire fiasco could have been contained as a small incident if he wasn't so **stupid** and tried to dump a bucket of water over the stove in panic. "I mean, I've taken Home Ec how many ti... | |
[WP] as the house you're trapped in burns to the ground you contemplate "how am i gonna explain the fact I'm immortal to the firemen without starting another religion" |
“Well...shit.”
That phrase became as common place to my family as the constant need to move. You see somewhere down the blood line, my family gained immortality and it’s been passed down ever since. We’ve been through a lot over the centuries and this wasn’t the families first disaster.
The fire was a faulty cord ... | *"Stupid. Stupid **stupid**."* Nico thought to himself. Of course you don't add water to an electrical fire. The setting-his-dinner on fire fiasco could have been contained as a small incident if he wasn't so **stupid** and tried to dump a bucket of water over the stove in panic. "I mean, I've taken Home Ec how many ti... | |
[WP] as the house you're trapped in burns to the ground you contemplate "how am i gonna explain the fact I'm immortal to the firemen without starting another religion" | I waved my hand in front of my face. The smoke was getting thick now as the fire continued to spread through the old Victorian. Those stupid kids had probably let the candles burn down in their panic. This house was so full of dusty, dry old furniture and cobwebs it was no wonder they had started a fire.
I looked arou... | It was too late, by the time I woke up, to escape the fire unseen. In my defense, I once slept through a bomb destroying my entire city block in Yemen, where I was taking a leisurely, decade-long nap, and had to dig myself out of an entire apartment building when I woke up...but I digress.
It was a bog-standard house... | |
[WP] as the house you're trapped in burns to the ground you contemplate "how am i gonna explain the fact I'm immortal to the firemen without starting another religion" |
“Well...shit.”
That phrase became as common place to my family as the constant need to move. You see somewhere down the blood line, my family gained immortality and it’s been passed down ever since. We’ve been through a lot over the centuries and this wasn’t the families first disaster.
The fire was a faulty cord ... | It was too late, by the time I woke up, to escape the fire unseen. In my defense, I once slept through a bomb destroying my entire city block in Yemen, where I was taking a leisurely, decade-long nap, and had to dig myself out of an entire apartment building when I woke up...but I digress.
It was a bog-standard house... | |
[WP] as the house you're trapped in burns to the ground you contemplate "how am i gonna explain the fact I'm immortal to the firemen without starting another religion" | This is the fifth time I've burned.
Smoke pours through a newly formed hole near the doorway, collecting in a thick cloud along the ceiling. Each breath I take sets my lungs aflame. I guess I never really got used to the pain, after all.
As the flames begin to swallow the door, I hear sirens wail outside. It will be... | It was too late, by the time I woke up, to escape the fire unseen. In my defense, I once slept through a bomb destroying my entire city block in Yemen, where I was taking a leisurely, decade-long nap, and had to dig myself out of an entire apartment building when I woke up...but I digress.
It was a bog-standard house... | |
[WP] as the house you're trapped in burns to the ground you contemplate "how am i gonna explain the fact I'm immortal to the firemen without starting another religion" | Why couldn't I have been gifted with super strength as well as immortality and the water thing? I've thrown myself against this door enough times to break it down, so there's probably a fallen beam blocking the way. I can shove aside a big stone but a burning hunk of wood? Nope. Now I'm stuck in this windowless room, a... | It was too late, by the time I woke up, to escape the fire unseen. In my defense, I once slept through a bomb destroying my entire city block in Yemen, where I was taking a leisurely, decade-long nap, and had to dig myself out of an entire apartment building when I woke up...but I digress.
It was a bog-standard house... | |
[WP] as the house you're trapped in burns to the ground you contemplate "how am i gonna explain the fact I'm immortal to the firemen without starting another religion" | Why couldn't I have been gifted with super strength as well as immortality and the water thing? I've thrown myself against this door enough times to break it down, so there's probably a fallen beam blocking the way. I can shove aside a big stone but a burning hunk of wood? Nope. Now I'm stuck in this windowless room, a... | This is the fifth time I've burned.
Smoke pours through a newly formed hole near the doorway, collecting in a thick cloud along the ceiling. Each breath I take sets my lungs aflame. I guess I never really got used to the pain, after all.
As the flames begin to swallow the door, I hear sirens wail outside. It will be... | |
[WP] as the house you're trapped in burns to the ground you contemplate "how am i gonna explain the fact I'm immortal to the firemen without starting another religion" | "Hey there little fella. Hey buddy. It's ok. It's ok."
Yes, ma'am, I'm aware it's ok. I'm always aware that if I say as much, you're going to flip shit.
"Any idea where this baby came from?" the firewoman asks. "It looks like the building, but obviously..." and she gestures at the smoking ruins of my old house. Yes, ... | Flames licked at my right side, scorching my torso. The side of my shirt was seared, crumbling into cinders as I dragged myself along the soot smeared hardwood towards the central wall of my family home. Of course this would happen to me.
Is it too much to ask for a small nap after dinner? I mean, I know I should’ve ... | |
[WP] When you're a mad scientist, the saying "The real treasure is the friends you made along the way!" is quite a bit more literal than anyone nearby is comfortable with. | “Fuck me” David exclaims, after finally seeking out the prize many other have failed to find. He looks over the looming out of darkness, with a small sense of dread, his heart racing. “Was this really all I sought for? A small lockbox with whatever this guy needed? All my friends, dying in front of me, knowing I could... | Andrew Lionel grew up poor.
It’s a lot like growing up between two soggy pieces of bread. It’s wet, cold, and definitely moldy. Comfortable is the last word he would use.
Mold though, is one of the most interesting things he’s ever examined. The fungus has as many mysteries as it does facts. It’s replication process... | |
[WP] When you're a mad scientist, the saying "The real treasure is the friends you made along the way!" is quite a bit more literal than anyone nearby is comfortable with. | “Well guys, it’s over, we did, the One is finally done,” says a tan, average height man.
Silence returns his statement.
“Uhh, guys?” he asks again, expecting his friends to say something, since that’s, well... polite.
Silence again.
He take a look around him, left, right, nothing, just trees with the occasional b... | Andrew Lionel grew up poor.
It’s a lot like growing up between two soggy pieces of bread. It’s wet, cold, and definitely moldy. Comfortable is the last word he would use.
Mold though, is one of the most interesting things he’s ever examined. The fungus has as many mysteries as it does facts. It’s replication process... | |
[WP] When you're a mad scientist, the saying "The real treasure is the friends you made along the way!" is quite a bit more literal than anyone nearby is comfortable with. | Samar swung his sword over Alin’s head and struck the lunging gargoyle in its side. It shattered under his mighty blow and exploded into a cloud of dust.
Alin rolled out of the way of another gargoyle and turned to face the enemies that climbed out of the ceiling behind him. He breathed deeply, feeling the swelling p... | Andrew Lionel grew up poor.
It’s a lot like growing up between two soggy pieces of bread. It’s wet, cold, and definitely moldy. Comfortable is the last word he would use.
Mold though, is one of the most interesting things he’s ever examined. The fungus has as many mysteries as it does facts. It’s replication process... | |
[WP] When you're a mad scientist, the saying "The real treasure is the friends you made along the way!" is quite a bit more literal than anyone nearby is comfortable with. | Samar swung his sword over Alin’s head and struck the lunging gargoyle in its side. It shattered under his mighty blow and exploded into a cloud of dust.
Alin rolled out of the way of another gargoyle and turned to face the enemies that climbed out of the ceiling behind him. He breathed deeply, feeling the swelling p... | “Well guys, it’s over, we did, the One is finally done,” says a tan, average height man.
Silence returns his statement.
“Uhh, guys?” he asks again, expecting his friends to say something, since that’s, well... polite.
Silence again.
He take a look around him, left, right, nothing, just trees with the occasional b... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | At six bells on the forenoon watch, your body is given to the sea.
If you were there to see it, you could find no fault with the hands that do the job; the sweaty, bloodied rags are cut away and fresh linen laid carefully over the yawning, splintered chasm the enemy's sword made of your chest. A hand smooths the re... | My eyes open. The stars are as I remember them, before the storm hit and threw me overboard. I pull my dagger from my belt and cut away my clothes. The wet leather and fabric are not easy to cut, and I nick myself more than once before my boots and vest and shirt sink into the depths. The gashes are not deep, but they ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | “You know what sucks the most about respawning?” He asked the dead body beside him. “Talking to yourself, hahahhaha!” He swiped the wet hair from his forehead as he bobbed in the water, fresh energy draining quickly as he treaded.
“But seriously, the worst part? Is respawning a hundred meters to the left and then one h... | My eyes open. The stars are as I remember them, before the storm hit and threw me overboard. I pull my dagger from my belt and cut away my clothes. The wet leather and fabric are not easy to cut, and I nick myself more than once before my boots and vest and shirt sink into the depths. The gashes are not deep, but they ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I wonder if I will ever manage to leave this place.
Blue, white, yellow, orange, and finally, black.
Water ... too much water.
Clouds, sometimes few and sometimes many.
The sun rises and sets. It's color ever-changing.
It is both my best friend and my worst enemy, for I am an immortal and my life is never-ending.
The ... | My eyes open. The stars are as I remember them, before the storm hit and threw me overboard. I pull my dagger from my belt and cut away my clothes. The wet leather and fabric are not easy to cut, and I nick myself more than once before my boots and vest and shirt sink into the depths. The gashes are not deep, but they ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | His eyes opened. It was dark. A void of space seemed to ceaselessly expand in all directions. When had he last drawn breath? The icy water stung his flesh, eyes burning of salt. The mans face was blank, sharply contrasting the apparent desperation and terror the situation seemed to warrant. Emotions, he thought, that ... | My eyes open. The stars are as I remember them, before the storm hit and threw me overboard. I pull my dagger from my belt and cut away my clothes. The wet leather and fabric are not easy to cut, and I nick myself more than once before my boots and vest and shirt sink into the depths. The gashes are not deep, but they ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | It was truly stupid. To try to pull off a stunt of diving really to world record depths without any equipment? Dumb. I'd overestimated myself and died of lack of oxygen on the way back up.
True, I've respawned here alive. That's the exact problem. *I respawned here, in the middle of the ocean.*
The boat that sent me ... | My eyes open. The stars are as I remember them, before the storm hit and threw me overboard. I pull my dagger from my belt and cut away my clothes. The wet leather and fabric are not easy to cut, and I nick myself more than once before my boots and vest and shirt sink into the depths. The gashes are not deep, but they ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I’ve forgotten what solid ground feels like. I vaguely remember a ship, a bottle, and a wish, but that all feels like lifetimes ago. I’ve grown accustomed to living at sea, floating peacefully on the flat hot days, sometimes bumping in to something to eat, or get eaten by. Are they nightmares of being torn apart by sha... | My eyes open. The stars are as I remember them, before the storm hit and threw me overboard. I pull my dagger from my belt and cut away my clothes. The wet leather and fabric are not easy to cut, and I nick myself more than once before my boots and vest and shirt sink into the depths. The gashes are not deep, but they ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I have died in many ways. Jumped from the roof of the Eiffel tower escaping secret French Police. Exploring the ruins of Chernobyl shortly after the melt down. One time from choking on a hot dog in a McDonalds before they were discontinued. I have little qualms with death now, and care little for how I pass.
On the l... | My eyes open. The stars are as I remember them, before the storm hit and threw me overboard. I pull my dagger from my belt and cut away my clothes. The wet leather and fabric are not easy to cut, and I nick myself more than once before my boots and vest and shirt sink into the depths. The gashes are not deep, but they ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | Years of swimming.
Swimming. Drowning. Dying. Repeating.
My plane went down somewhere between Sydney and LA as I was flying home from an outback vacation. I tried following the setting sun at first, but I never got anywhere. It was tiring, so I let the current pull me wherever. Life was nice, for a while. The cool wa... | My eyes open. The stars are as I remember them, before the storm hit and threw me overboard. I pull my dagger from my belt and cut away my clothes. The wet leather and fabric are not easy to cut, and I nick myself more than once before my boots and vest and shirt sink into the depths. The gashes are not deep, but they ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | In all my time as a man with powers of reincarnation in my own body, I knew that flying and traveling across oceans was a terrible idea. The genie never told me that I’d reappear a few yards away, the bastard. Thankfully, I didn’t think to jump into a volcano the first few times.
It seems like my luck has ran out thou... | My eyes open. The stars are as I remember them, before the storm hit and threw me overboard. I pull my dagger from my belt and cut away my clothes. The wet leather and fabric are not easy to cut, and I nick myself more than once before my boots and vest and shirt sink into the depths. The gashes are not deep, but they ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | It was truly stupid. To try to pull off a stunt of diving really to world record depths without any equipment? Dumb. I'd overestimated myself and died of lack of oxygen on the way back up.
True, I've respawned here alive. That's the exact problem. *I respawned here, in the middle of the ocean.*
The boat that sent me ... | At six bells on the forenoon watch, your body is given to the sea.
If you were there to see it, you could find no fault with the hands that do the job; the sweaty, bloodied rags are cut away and fresh linen laid carefully over the yawning, splintered chasm the enemy's sword made of your chest. A hand smooths the re... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I’ve forgotten what solid ground feels like. I vaguely remember a ship, a bottle, and a wish, but that all feels like lifetimes ago. I’ve grown accustomed to living at sea, floating peacefully on the flat hot days, sometimes bumping in to something to eat, or get eaten by. Are they nightmares of being torn apart by sha... | At six bells on the forenoon watch, your body is given to the sea.
If you were there to see it, you could find no fault with the hands that do the job; the sweaty, bloodied rags are cut away and fresh linen laid carefully over the yawning, splintered chasm the enemy's sword made of your chest. A hand smooths the re... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I have died in many ways. Jumped from the roof of the Eiffel tower escaping secret French Police. Exploring the ruins of Chernobyl shortly after the melt down. One time from choking on a hot dog in a McDonalds before they were discontinued. I have little qualms with death now, and care little for how I pass.
On the l... | At six bells on the forenoon watch, your body is given to the sea.
If you were there to see it, you could find no fault with the hands that do the job; the sweaty, bloodied rags are cut away and fresh linen laid carefully over the yawning, splintered chasm the enemy's sword made of your chest. A hand smooths the re... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | Years of swimming.
Swimming. Drowning. Dying. Repeating.
My plane went down somewhere between Sydney and LA as I was flying home from an outback vacation. I tried following the setting sun at first, but I never got anywhere. It was tiring, so I let the current pull me wherever. Life was nice, for a while. The cool wa... | At six bells on the forenoon watch, your body is given to the sea.
If you were there to see it, you could find no fault with the hands that do the job; the sweaty, bloodied rags are cut away and fresh linen laid carefully over the yawning, splintered chasm the enemy's sword made of your chest. A hand smooths the re... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | In all my time as a man with powers of reincarnation in my own body, I knew that flying and traveling across oceans was a terrible idea. The genie never told me that I’d reappear a few yards away, the bastard. Thankfully, I didn’t think to jump into a volcano the first few times.
It seems like my luck has ran out thou... | At six bells on the forenoon watch, your body is given to the sea.
If you were there to see it, you could find no fault with the hands that do the job; the sweaty, bloodied rags are cut away and fresh linen laid carefully over the yawning, splintered chasm the enemy's sword made of your chest. A hand smooths the re... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | It was truly stupid. To try to pull off a stunt of diving really to world record depths without any equipment? Dumb. I'd overestimated myself and died of lack of oxygen on the way back up.
True, I've respawned here alive. That's the exact problem. *I respawned here, in the middle of the ocean.*
The boat that sent me ... | “You know what sucks the most about respawning?” He asked the dead body beside him. “Talking to yourself, hahahhaha!” He swiped the wet hair from his forehead as he bobbed in the water, fresh energy draining quickly as he treaded.
“But seriously, the worst part? Is respawning a hundred meters to the left and then one h... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I’ve forgotten what solid ground feels like. I vaguely remember a ship, a bottle, and a wish, but that all feels like lifetimes ago. I’ve grown accustomed to living at sea, floating peacefully on the flat hot days, sometimes bumping in to something to eat, or get eaten by. Are they nightmares of being torn apart by sha... | “You know what sucks the most about respawning?” He asked the dead body beside him. “Talking to yourself, hahahhaha!” He swiped the wet hair from his forehead as he bobbed in the water, fresh energy draining quickly as he treaded.
“But seriously, the worst part? Is respawning a hundred meters to the left and then one h... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I’ve forgotten what solid ground feels like. I vaguely remember a ship, a bottle, and a wish, but that all feels like lifetimes ago. I’ve grown accustomed to living at sea, floating peacefully on the flat hot days, sometimes bumping in to something to eat, or get eaten by. Are they nightmares of being torn apart by sha... | His eyes opened. It was dark. A void of space seemed to ceaselessly expand in all directions. When had he last drawn breath? The icy water stung his flesh, eyes burning of salt. The mans face was blank, sharply contrasting the apparent desperation and terror the situation seemed to warrant. Emotions, he thought, that ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I have died in many ways. Jumped from the roof of the Eiffel tower escaping secret French Police. Exploring the ruins of Chernobyl shortly after the melt down. One time from choking on a hot dog in a McDonalds before they were discontinued. I have little qualms with death now, and care little for how I pass.
On the l... | His eyes opened. It was dark. A void of space seemed to ceaselessly expand in all directions. When had he last drawn breath? The icy water stung his flesh, eyes burning of salt. The mans face was blank, sharply contrasting the apparent desperation and terror the situation seemed to warrant. Emotions, he thought, that ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | Years of swimming.
Swimming. Drowning. Dying. Repeating.
My plane went down somewhere between Sydney and LA as I was flying home from an outback vacation. I tried following the setting sun at first, but I never got anywhere. It was tiring, so I let the current pull me wherever. Life was nice, for a while. The cool wa... | His eyes opened. It was dark. A void of space seemed to ceaselessly expand in all directions. When had he last drawn breath? The icy water stung his flesh, eyes burning of salt. The mans face was blank, sharply contrasting the apparent desperation and terror the situation seemed to warrant. Emotions, he thought, that ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | In all my time as a man with powers of reincarnation in my own body, I knew that flying and traveling across oceans was a terrible idea. The genie never told me that I’d reappear a few yards away, the bastard. Thankfully, I didn’t think to jump into a volcano the first few times.
It seems like my luck has ran out thou... | His eyes opened. It was dark. A void of space seemed to ceaselessly expand in all directions. When had he last drawn breath? The icy water stung his flesh, eyes burning of salt. The mans face was blank, sharply contrasting the apparent desperation and terror the situation seemed to warrant. Emotions, he thought, that ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I’ve forgotten what solid ground feels like. I vaguely remember a ship, a bottle, and a wish, but that all feels like lifetimes ago. I’ve grown accustomed to living at sea, floating peacefully on the flat hot days, sometimes bumping in to something to eat, or get eaten by. Are they nightmares of being torn apart by sha... | It was truly stupid. To try to pull off a stunt of diving really to world record depths without any equipment? Dumb. I'd overestimated myself and died of lack of oxygen on the way back up.
True, I've respawned here alive. That's the exact problem. *I respawned here, in the middle of the ocean.*
The boat that sent me ... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | **Water of Life**
​
When I was young, I loved the air around the many beaches,
But life is tough and seldom fair; it punishes and teaches.
A curse like mine is so unique, no one is the same,
No one shares my bitter pain, and no one shares my name.
​
With every death that comes my way the re... | “This is why I don’t get on boats!” I yell, some distance away from the boat.
“I know!” She laughs wickedly. She’s already on the raft, lowering it to come get me.
It’s all a joke to her. It’s a joke to everyone that knows and trust me, a lot of people know. I don’t understand why people try to challenge me. I just... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I have died in many ways. Jumped from the roof of the Eiffel tower escaping secret French Police. Exploring the ruins of Chernobyl shortly after the melt down. One time from choking on a hot dog in a McDonalds before they were discontinued. I have little qualms with death now, and care little for how I pass.
On the l... | “This is why I don’t get on boats!” I yell, some distance away from the boat.
“I know!” She laughs wickedly. She’s already on the raft, lowering it to come get me.
It’s all a joke to her. It’s a joke to everyone that knows and trust me, a lot of people know. I don’t understand why people try to challenge me. I just... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | Years of swimming.
Swimming. Drowning. Dying. Repeating.
My plane went down somewhere between Sydney and LA as I was flying home from an outback vacation. I tried following the setting sun at first, but I never got anywhere. It was tiring, so I let the current pull me wherever. Life was nice, for a while. The cool wa... | “This is why I don’t get on boats!” I yell, some distance away from the boat.
“I know!” She laughs wickedly. She’s already on the raft, lowering it to come get me.
It’s all a joke to her. It’s a joke to everyone that knows and trust me, a lot of people know. I don’t understand why people try to challenge me. I just... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | In all my time as a man with powers of reincarnation in my own body, I knew that flying and traveling across oceans was a terrible idea. The genie never told me that I’d reappear a few yards away, the bastard. Thankfully, I didn’t think to jump into a volcano the first few times.
It seems like my luck has ran out thou... | “This is why I don’t get on boats!” I yell, some distance away from the boat.
“I know!” She laughs wickedly. She’s already on the raft, lowering it to come get me.
It’s all a joke to her. It’s a joke to everyone that knows and trust me, a lot of people know. I don’t understand why people try to challenge me. I just... | |
[WP] You're immortal and each time you die you respawn some time later in your 20 year old body a few hundred metres from where you died. You have just realised that it really truly sucks for you to die in the middle of the ocean. | I can still hear myself saying it, “Secure that rope sailor! It’s coming loose! QUICKLY! HEAVE T…”
It was already too late, the sail came loose, seized immediately by the intense winds of the storm as the ship’s mainstay and main top engaged an unwinnable battle with Mother Nature herself. The following seconds seemed... | “This is why I don’t get on boats!” I yell, some distance away from the boat.
“I know!” She laughs wickedly. She’s already on the raft, lowering it to come get me.
It’s all a joke to her. It’s a joke to everyone that knows and trust me, a lot of people know. I don’t understand why people try to challenge me. I just... |
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