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[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | *"What do you mean the code's* different?*"*
"I mean, sir, it's different. It's not the update we sent out to your Home BaseⓇ last night."
*"Well, fix it, then."*
"We're unable to work that fast, sir. Right now, all we can advise is to turn off your Roomba and leave it unplugged."
Silence.
"Sir?"
The dial tone ... | There was no warning or whisper that the apocalypse was upon us. And no one from corporate told us it would begin today either when the latest update came out for the roombas and other carpet vacuums. The machines began summoning demons and causing havoc in every city on every continent. The latest update set the vacuu... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | *The following call has been recorded for quality and training purposes*
\[1\]: "Hello and thank you for calling TechSolutions Unlimited, my name is Jeremy. How may I help you today?"
\[2\]: "Hello Jeremy. I hope you've had a good day. I'm calling because of my Roomba, it's not acting... right."
\[1\]: "We'... | Jim sat back in his surprisingly comfortable chair, looked down at his brand new headset with attached microphone and sighed. He had taken this job after fifteen years working for another call center for one of those 'too big to fail banks'. He was tired of being told "I make more money in one day than you make in an e... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | *"What do you mean the code's* different?*"*
"I mean, sir, it's different. It's not the update we sent out to your Home BaseⓇ last night."
*"Well, fix it, then."*
"We're unable to work that fast, sir. Right now, all we can advise is to turn off your Roomba and leave it unplugged."
Silence.
"Sir?"
The dial tone ... | Jim sat back in his surprisingly comfortable chair, looked down at his brand new headset with attached microphone and sighed. He had taken this job after fifteen years working for another call center for one of those 'too big to fail banks'. He was tired of being told "I make more money in one day than you make in an e... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | "I...I don't understand. After the latest software update, the Roomba...it just started tracing out all these weird patterns. Five-pointed stars marked strange sigils that make my eyes bleed if I look at them too long, all surrounded in a ring made up of curves and angles that seem to be somehow alien to our reality. A... | The room was fugged with the smells of stale coffee, overtaxed antiperspirant, and that odd scent you get in any room filled with people whose jobs are on the line.
Then again, that might be just the overtaxed antiperspirant, thought Bob, as he listened to Abby finish up her summary of the ticket notes.
"...with thre... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | *"What do you mean the code's* different?*"*
"I mean, sir, it's different. It's not the update we sent out to your Home BaseⓇ last night."
*"Well, fix it, then."*
"We're unable to work that fast, sir. Right now, all we can advise is to turn off your Roomba and leave it unplugged."
Silence.
"Sir?"
The dial tone ... | The room was fugged with the smells of stale coffee, overtaxed antiperspirant, and that odd scent you get in any room filled with people whose jobs are on the line.
Then again, that might be just the overtaxed antiperspirant, thought Bob, as he listened to Abby finish up her summary of the ticket notes.
"...with thre... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | *"What do you mean the code's* different?*"*
"I mean, sir, it's different. It's not the update we sent out to your Home BaseⓇ last night."
*"Well, fix it, then."*
"We're unable to work that fast, sir. Right now, all we can advise is to turn off your Roomba and leave it unplugged."
Silence.
"Sir?"
The dial tone ... | *The following call has been recorded for quality and training purposes*
\[1\]: "Hello and thank you for calling TechSolutions Unlimited, my name is Jeremy. How may I help you today?"
\[2\]: "Hello Jeremy. I hope you've had a good day. I'm calling because of my Roomba, it's not acting... right."
\[1\]: "We'... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | *"What do you mean the code's* different?*"*
"I mean, sir, it's different. It's not the update we sent out to your Home BaseⓇ last night."
*"Well, fix it, then."*
"We're unable to work that fast, sir. Right now, all we can advise is to turn off your Roomba and leave it unplugged."
Silence.
"Sir?"
The dial tone ... | "I...I don't understand. After the latest software update, the Roomba...it just started tracing out all these weird patterns. Five-pointed stars marked strange sigils that make my eyes bleed if I look at them too long, all surrounded in a ring made up of curves and angles that seem to be somehow alien to our reality. A... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | "You're saying that your roomba has opened a gate to hell in the middle of your living room and that a demonic creature is climbing out right as we speak?"
"Yes."
"... Have you tried turning it on and off again?"
They hung up. Huh. It was a minor software update. Management didn't even bother telling me about it, be... | Diane pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing as another call came through.
"Roomba tech support desk, what seems to be the problem?" Diane tried to keep her voice cheery, even though her head was starting to hurt. She was too busy for her head to hurt.
"Uh. I think my Roomba's having a seizure or something." Well ... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | Kyla slammed open the door to the break room to find that Alison was already there, calmly stirring a mountain of sugar into her coffee.
“Alison,” Kyla whispered harshly. “Do you hear what the hell’s going on?”
“I did,” Alison said, sipping from the steaming mug in her hands. A small, satisfied smirk tugged the top o... | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Arc 5, Part 4: Professor Hale v.s. Every Single Roomba)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections. That being said, [these](https://www.reddit.com/r/bubblewriters/comments/mrk4lm/wp_it_seemed_like... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | "Joe, stop grading those calls we need you to take 15 agents on a 15 minutes training." I looked up to our floor supervisor that had just pulled of my earphones straight out of my ears. "Sophia, you know I'm behind on those grading whatever it is it can probably wai..."
She forcibly shut down my computer and dragged m... | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Arc 5, Part 4: Professor Hale v.s. Every Single Roomba)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections. That being said, [these](https://www.reddit.com/r/bubblewriters/comments/mrk4lm/wp_it_seemed_like... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | "You're saying that your roomba has opened a gate to hell in the middle of your living room and that a demonic creature is climbing out right as we speak?"
"Yes."
"... Have you tried turning it on and off again?"
They hung up. Huh. It was a minor software update. Management didn't even bother telling me about it, be... | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Arc 5, Part 4: Professor Hale v.s. Every Single Roomba)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections. That being said, [these](https://www.reddit.com/r/bubblewriters/comments/mrk4lm/wp_it_seemed_like... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | If there is anything that is a surety in this capitalist hellscape we live in, is that exploitation will occur no matter where. It is a given. An inevitability.
A rollout for a simple software upgrade for the roombas resulted in strange ramifications.
The software upgrade itself was not anything major. Just an effici... | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Arc 5, Part 4: Professor Hale v.s. Every Single Roomba)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections. That being said, [these](https://www.reddit.com/r/bubblewriters/comments/mrk4lm/wp_it_seemed_like... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | "You're saying that your roomba has opened a gate to hell in the middle of your living room and that a demonic creature is climbing out right as we speak?"
"Yes."
"... Have you tried turning it on and off again?"
They hung up. Huh. It was a minor software update. Management didn't even bother telling me about it, be... | Kyla slammed open the door to the break room to find that Alison was already there, calmly stirring a mountain of sugar into her coffee.
“Alison,” Kyla whispered harshly. “Do you hear what the hell’s going on?”
“I did,” Alison said, sipping from the steaming mug in her hands. A small, satisfied smirk tugged the top o... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | "You're saying that your roomba has opened a gate to hell in the middle of your living room and that a demonic creature is climbing out right as we speak?"
"Yes."
"... Have you tried turning it on and off again?"
They hung up. Huh. It was a minor software update. Management didn't even bother telling me about it, be... | "Joe, stop grading those calls we need you to take 15 agents on a 15 minutes training." I looked up to our floor supervisor that had just pulled of my earphones straight out of my ears. "Sophia, you know I'm behind on those grading whatever it is it can probably wai..."
She forcibly shut down my computer and dragged m... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | My call center job can be stressful at times, but there is free coffee, so I can't complain. Complaining is what customers do. They yell at me for anything that the robots do: tangled USB cables, scared pets, and knocked down vases. None of it if my fault, but I always find a way to have them look on the bright side of... | It started off as any other regular Monday. David brewed his coffee, poured out Mochi's daily kibble, and ate a bowl of steel-cut oats. He was feeling a little frisky that morning, so he added in two generous dashes of cinnamon.
At 9:00 sharp, he trotted into his home office, closing the door. Logging into his compute... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | "Thank you for calling iRobot technical support, how can I assist you today?"
"Yes hello I have a Roomba i7 and I need help."
"I'm sorry to hear that you're having trouble with your Roomba i7, I can happily assist you with"
"No you don't understand, the Roomba is fine. *I* need help."
"What seems to be the trouble ... | It started off as any other regular Monday. David brewed his coffee, poured out Mochi's daily kibble, and ate a bowl of steel-cut oats. He was feeling a little frisky that morning, so he added in two generous dashes of cinnamon.
At 9:00 sharp, he trotted into his home office, closing the door. Logging into his compute... | |
[WP] It was supposed to be a routine software upgrade, but now roombas are tracing pentagrams and summoning minor demons all across the country. You work in tech support. | "Thank you for calling iRobot technical support, how can I assist you today?"
"Yes hello I have a Roomba i7 and I need help."
"I'm sorry to hear that you're having trouble with your Roomba i7, I can happily assist you with"
"No you don't understand, the Roomba is fine. *I* need help."
"What seems to be the trouble ... | My call center job can be stressful at times, but there is free coffee, so I can't complain. Complaining is what customers do. They yell at me for anything that the robots do: tangled USB cables, scared pets, and knocked down vases. None of it if my fault, but I always find a way to have them look on the bright side of... | |
[WP] The King had his court wizard summon A Hero From Another World to defeat The Dread King Of Vile Darkness. After many trials and tribulations, the hero (and their companions) succeeded. Now the hero keeps bothering everyone with their constant requests to be sent back to their true home. | This got really long on me and it's unedited, but the prompt inspired me, so...
Pt. 1 of 2
“You were warned,” the gravely voice sounded as if many spoke at once as it echoed eerily from the depths of the seer’s cave. The king fought back a shudder, the sound cutting through him like an icy wind.
He bowed his head... | Michael stood in the court room for the three hundredth day in a row.
“Can you send me home now?”
“The wizard is still working on it,” the king said, looking past him to the next person who had queued up for an audience with the king, hoping to get rid of the insistent, persistent, hero.
The king had given him a ... | |
[WP] Imperial common is a human centric language. Many sounds it uses are outside the vocal range of orcs, goblins, and the like, leaving them trying to communicate with the broken fragments that they can use. Mistaking that for stupidity is often the last mistake many humans make. | She'd been overlooking them for quite some time now. Every scholar she had to run her proposal by had warned her a thousand times not to get too close, and that it was a fool's errand to try and see if these tribes bore any redeeming qualities. Orcs, they all simply said, were just fallen elves, and they'd lost their i... | "**WHAT ... YOU HERE ...** "
The booming voice commanded, reflected on the rocky surface of the cavern's insides.
At its entrance, two adventurers looked at each other, visibly confused. A man and a woman. They quickly shifted in line with the cavern at the loud announcement. A defensive reflex, earned by years of co... | |
[WP] Upon entering the Magic School every student is chosen by a Grimoire. You were chosen by an dirty and ancient looking Grimoire. The title of the Book is the Necronomicon. | Mother took one more sideways glance at the book. Rolled her eyes again and tutted furiously as she made herself busy preparing the breakfast.
"You always did have to do things in your own funny way"
She set her hand over her own pristine Grimiore causing the pages to flicker lightly, resting on one choice page. Eff... | She said the words. I could hear them through the door, and I threw my ear against the black oak, senseless to the pain. Still, I could not make out their origin nor their verbal shape. It was as if something between myself and the speaker were boxing out the syllables and emphasis of her speaking, leaving my ears with... | |
[WP] The knight closed in on the mage, his victory all but assured, as in the time it would take him to cast another spell he would already... !!!BONK!!! "Seriously, how you knights don't notice the 2m long stick in my hand is beyond me..." | Elara rolled her eyes as her assailant staggered back, clutching his head with a look of disoriented shock. “Seriously, how you knights don’t notice the two-meter stick in my hand is beyond me,” she spat, allowing the frustration that had been growing over the past five years to seep into her voice.
She had giv... | I’d like to say I was distracted by the red flames flickering in her brown eyes, but we all know that’s not true.
"Seriously,” [Fara](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/si17f7/wp_upon_entering_the_magic_school_every_student/hv8hekn/?context=3) says, tying the strap that until a few moments ago kept her b... | |
[WP] The knight closed in on the mage, his victory all but assured, as in the time it would take him to cast another spell he would already... !!!BONK!!! "Seriously, how you knights don't notice the 2m long stick in my hand is beyond me..." | Zinon Pastour held his enchanted, holy blade aloft, calling down a divine blessing in time to block the explosive force of a fireball. Kazimir the Vile sneering at his most recent deflection of a spell meant to kill. The holy avenger brought his shield up, preparing for the final stage of his plan to topple the mage. H... | The blow rattled Graham's helmet which was concealing an expression somewhere between a grimace and a grin. He was shocked and amused that Verino had actually hit him with that staff; he was also slightly embarrassed that it connected as cleanly as it had. Had Verino any might in his swing, it could have proven devasta... | |
[WP] The knight closed in on the mage, his victory all but assured, as in the time it would take him to cast another spell he would already... !!!BONK!!! "Seriously, how you knights don't notice the 2m long stick in my hand is beyond me..." | The knight edged forward carefully, keeping his footing balanced. The fog swirled around his sword as he leapt forward to strike the mage before they could call forth another spell. As he swung, he was blinded by a bright flash from the mage and found himself on the ground with a throbbing skull.
"Did you not see the ... | The blow rattled Graham's helmet which was concealing an expression somewhere between a grimace and a grin. He was shocked and amused that Verino had actually hit him with that staff; he was also slightly embarrassed that it connected as cleanly as it had. Had Verino any might in his swing, it could have proven devasta... | |
[WP] The knight closed in on the mage, his victory all but assured, as in the time it would take him to cast another spell he would already... !!!BONK!!! "Seriously, how you knights don't notice the 2m long stick in my hand is beyond me..." | The knight edged forward carefully, keeping his footing balanced. The fog swirled around his sword as he leapt forward to strike the mage before they could call forth another spell. As he swung, he was blinded by a bright flash from the mage and found himself on the ground with a throbbing skull.
"Did you not see the ... | Zinon Pastour held his enchanted, holy blade aloft, calling down a divine blessing in time to block the explosive force of a fireball. Kazimir the Vile sneering at his most recent deflection of a spell meant to kill. The holy avenger brought his shield up, preparing for the final stage of his plan to topple the mage. H... | |
[WP] Congratulations, you've downloaded the Honesty App! How do you use it? Whenever you're speaking to someone, the Honesty App will notify you if that person is telling you the truth or not. And, if you get Honesty Premium, it even does an in-depth breakdown! Now go have some fun! | The app appeared on the market seemingly overnight but was an instant success. People of all ages started finding out how much their loved ones *actually* loved them, if their friends actually liked their cooking or if their bosses would truly give them that promised raise - all thanks to the HonestApp^(TM), a free lit... | Tom stared out of the window, his gaze glazed, soulless and apathetic. He'd been that way for days. Depression isn't a deep sadness so much as a melancholic silence. A drubbing beat that makes no sound.
A blind reach for his phone, eyes still fixated on nothing at all, and the deft transition from sitting to lying do... | |
[WP]”So…you peasants actually want me to terrorize your village?” “Yes. Without all those heroes paying for supplies, lodgings, and resurrection spells since the last monster was defeated the village’s economy has tanked.” | I stared, dumbfounded, at the little party of humans as they looked up at me.
"So you've come to ask me," I continued, "To attack your village and your fields, burn your livelihoods and steal your cattle - in order to attract bold new adventurers to challenge me?"
Their apparent leader, a tall woman with her greying ... | Wind through the forest, soft softly falls to the ground. The white blanket crunches delightfully under the boots of the woman, but it is silent under the hooves of the beast. Overhead, the clouds are gray and thick, the sun is setting.
The heart of winter. Families are gathered at home, huddled around the hearth, exc... | |
[WP]”So…you peasants actually want me to terrorize your village?” “Yes. Without all those heroes paying for supplies, lodgings, and resurrection spells since the last monster was defeated the village’s economy has tanked.” | "Let me get this straight. You want me - a necromancer-" he was by technicality, but that was irrelevant "- to send waves of undying abominations to your rather quaint little village... to boost the economy by summoning travellers?"
"Heroes, sir." The farmer said. The only real distinguishing things about him were his... | Wind through the forest, soft softly falls to the ground. The white blanket crunches delightfully under the boots of the woman, but it is silent under the hooves of the beast. Overhead, the clouds are gray and thick, the sun is setting.
The heart of winter. Families are gathered at home, huddled around the hearth, exc... | |
[WP]”So…you peasants actually want me to terrorize your village?” “Yes. Without all those heroes paying for supplies, lodgings, and resurrection spells since the last monster was defeated the village’s economy has tanked.” | "Let me get this straight. You want me - a necromancer-" he was by technicality, but that was irrelevant "- to send waves of undying abominations to your rather quaint little village... to boost the economy by summoning travellers?"
"Heroes, sir." The farmer said. The only real distinguishing things about him were his... | I stared, dumbfounded, at the little party of humans as they looked up at me.
"So you've come to ask me," I continued, "To attack your village and your fields, burn your livelihoods and steal your cattle - in order to attract bold new adventurers to challenge me?"
Their apparent leader, a tall woman with her greying ... | |
[WP]”So…you peasants actually want me to terrorize your village?” “Yes. Without all those heroes paying for supplies, lodgings, and resurrection spells since the last monster was defeated the village’s economy has tanked.” | "Let me get this straight. You want me - a necromancer-" he was by technicality, but that was irrelevant "- to send waves of undying abominations to your rather quaint little village... to boost the economy by summoning travellers?"
"Heroes, sir." The farmer said. The only real distinguishing things about him were his... | "You smoothskins are weird..." said the kobold leader "What's in it for us? You hear them up, they slaughter us and then what!? You wait for the next group to arrive and then you massacre them too?"
his rage was evident in his outburst, tho the village chief didn't seem bothered by the sudden aggression
"Oh no no, y... | |
[WP]. You have an Omega-level power: Time control. Both sides want to recruit you, but all you seem to use it for is catching up on your sleep... | The was a knock at the door. Blake got up and headed for the door. He already had a feeling about what type of guest it was. And he was right.
In front of the door was a man in a suit, levitating a feet above the ground. "Good evening, Mr. Chapman. I'd ask you" - "if you want to join our superhero team to fight the ev... | [Poem] Sleep, the unreachable goal. // Loss of which will take its toll. // In dreams you stay without upheaval, // Away from the inconsequential squabblings of good and evil. // With years of rest still ahead, // True Neutral you remain, in your bed. | |
Inspired by the one and only Sir Terry Pratchett | [WP] Elves have returned, the old legends were true! Elves are wonderful, fantastic, glamorous, enchanting, and terrific. Unfortunatly, however, we had forgotten what the old legends actually meant: Elves provoke wonder, create fantasies, project glamor, weave enchantments, and beget terror. | "As third week of global oil shortage continues, we have the first sighting footage of the terrorists responsible for the series of attacks on refineries, shipping and pipelines that have plagued the world over from Siberia to Texas."
Grainy security camera footage shows a sweeping wave parting the sand as if it... | Well I guess more accurately Elves have been "outed" among society's most elite, in what is being called by the media "The Glamor leaks".
The upper echelon of Global society of the corporate world, various families with so called "royal" lineage has had their only leak of information in 4000 or more years.
From the... |
[removed] | [WP] “C̴̩͑A̷͖̅N̸͍͝ ̴̞͠I̷̬͂ ̸̱̈́H̶̫̽A̷͉̅V̴̱͘Ě̵̻ ̷̧̚T̸̢̊H̵͖͝Ë̷̜ ̴͚̑S̴͍̅O̶̖͝Ǘ̶̪L̶̹̽S̷̟͠ ̷̯̈́Ȍ̷͈F̵̨̕ ̴̨̉Ṫ̸̯H̸̨́Ę̶̅ ̸̥̃D̶͚̎A̶̯͝M̸͉̚Ņ̷̈́Ĕ̵͚D̷̤̚ ̵͕͋P̶̛̗L̴̰͝Ě̵̻A̷͊͜S̴̨̽E̸̫̋”… “Sir, this is a Wendy’s.” | FADE IN:
INT. A FAST-FOOD RESTAURANT - NIGHT
*A visibly bored young man lounges near the window of a drive-through restaurant. This is CARL. He mindlessly scrolls through a feed on his smartphone, only looking up when a faint chime becomes audible. He sighs and pushes a button on his headset.*
**CARL:** (*Dejectedly... | He had been planning on this moment for ages it seemed. Now was finally his time. With his sidekick by his side, he carefully put on his long, black cloak. It has been specially made for this exact moment.
“It is time Semore! The moment of our triumph has arrived!” he bellowed.
Semore scrambled to grab the last ite... |
[WP] Mech fighting is a mainstream sport. You are the ace pilot for one of the best teams. | "One minute," said the voice in my headset. "Final check."
I took a sip through the drinking tube inside my helmet, swirling the mix of water and electrolytes round my mouth and throat before swallowing. The hydration system wasn't at the top of the priority list, as far as the show's producers were concerned. They ca... | My hands grip the leather handles that control my mech. "Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for a fight to be remembered!" The announcers says as his voice whirls around the stadium "In this corner we have *Stealth Striker*!" The metallic black armor of my mech is illuminated by the neon stadium lights. "And in this corne... | |
[WP] Mech fighting is a mainstream sport. You are the ace pilot for one of the best teams. | I felt the first few drops make their way from my forehead to my brows.
\*Right, left, right, left… dodge!\*
Soon enough they were pooling atop the visor in my face. I always loved that feeling. It made each and every fight real, even if I wasn’t the one taking the hits.
\*Left guard just lowered... | My hands grip the leather handles that control my mech. "Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for a fight to be remembered!" The announcers says as his voice whirls around the stadium "In this corner we have *Stealth Striker*!" The metallic black armor of my mech is illuminated by the neon stadium lights. "And in this corne... | |
[WP] Your girlfriend wants you to meet her dad. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach when she brings you to the cemetery, only as she leads you to a crypt and you go down into the stone depths, there you find a massive library and a skeleton, seated by a fireplace, reading a book. | “Dad!” she called as she ran forward, running to the literal skeleton of a man in front of us.
It surprised me when the skeleton’s head actually moved, even more when it spoke. “Olivia! What brings you—“ it paused as it looked to me, but still embraced Olivia nonetheless. I could hear whispers coming from the tw... | I was first caught off guard when I looked at the book the skeleton was suppose to read. It was How to Die: A Book About Being Alive by Ray Robertson. The irony of it just made a small chuckle come out of my now drier then dry mouth. A book about living while you are alive. I wonder who planned this. Who set this up?
... | |
[WP] Your girlfriend wants you to meet her dad. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach when she brings you to the cemetery, only as she leads you to a crypt and you go down into the stone depths, there you find a massive library and a skeleton, seated by a fireplace, reading a book. | “Dad!” she called as she ran forward, running to the literal skeleton of a man in front of us.
It surprised me when the skeleton’s head actually moved, even more when it spoke. “Olivia! What brings you—“ it paused as it looked to me, but still embraced Olivia nonetheless. I could hear whispers coming from the tw... | Alice, what the actual fuck??
What?? And don't be so rude... I'm sorry dad, he's just nervous...!
Alice seriously.....
He's actually so sweet dad, I promise, he's not like the rest!
Okay.... Okay .....c'mon, what's going on here huh? Where's... Where's the camera huh? .....(to self) Oh God Please be a camera somew... | |
[WP] Your girlfriend wants you to meet her dad. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach when she brings you to the cemetery, only as she leads you to a crypt and you go down into the stone depths, there you find a massive library and a skeleton, seated by a fireplace, reading a book. | I wondered where my girlfriend was taking me. She had me by the hand leading me since we left the house but we'd been walking out into countryside for hours. Where could her father live? It was a nice day when we left but the further we walked the more the dark clouds filled the sky.
"Are we nearly there, it's about t... | Alice, what the actual fuck??
What?? And don't be so rude... I'm sorry dad, he's just nervous...!
Alice seriously.....
He's actually so sweet dad, I promise, he's not like the rest!
Okay.... Okay .....c'mon, what's going on here huh? Where's... Where's the camera huh? .....(to self) Oh God Please be a camera somew... | |
[WP] Your girlfriend wants you to meet her dad. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach when she brings you to the cemetery, only as she leads you to a crypt and you go down into the stone depths, there you find a massive library and a skeleton, seated by a fireplace, reading a book. | I never understood the revulsion regular folk hold towards undead in any fantasy setting. As Kami was leading me towards a forgotten cemetery in the ass end of nowhere, I thought she was pulling my leg. In a spooky-cheeky "This is why people are scared" kind of way. But as I was waiting for the punchline, it just didnt... | Alice, what the actual fuck??
What?? And don't be so rude... I'm sorry dad, he's just nervous...!
Alice seriously.....
He's actually so sweet dad, I promise, he's not like the rest!
Okay.... Okay .....c'mon, what's going on here huh? Where's... Where's the camera huh? .....(to self) Oh God Please be a camera somew... | |
[WP] Your girlfriend wants you to meet her dad. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach when she brings you to the cemetery, only as she leads you to a crypt and you go down into the stone depths, there you find a massive library and a skeleton, seated by a fireplace, reading a book. | “Dad!” she called as she ran forward, running to the literal skeleton of a man in front of us.
It surprised me when the skeleton’s head actually moved, even more when it spoke. “Olivia! What brings you—“ it paused as it looked to me, but still embraced Olivia nonetheless. I could hear whispers coming from the tw... | The sea breeze brushed her hair gently, and I couldn't stop staring, that was, until the salt sprays brought tears to my eyes.
She tilted her head back, inquisitive eyes locked to my pupils, before my tears brought a frown to her brows.
"What's wrong, honey?"
She asked, stunning as always in her choice of Fluffergo... | |
[WP] Your girlfriend wants you to meet her dad. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach when she brings you to the cemetery, only as she leads you to a crypt and you go down into the stone depths, there you find a massive library and a skeleton, seated by a fireplace, reading a book. | I wondered where my girlfriend was taking me. She had me by the hand leading me since we left the house but we'd been walking out into countryside for hours. Where could her father live? It was a nice day when we left but the further we walked the more the dark clouds filled the sky.
"Are we nearly there, it's about t... | The sea breeze brushed her hair gently, and I couldn't stop staring, that was, until the salt sprays brought tears to my eyes.
She tilted her head back, inquisitive eyes locked to my pupils, before my tears brought a frown to her brows.
"What's wrong, honey?"
She asked, stunning as always in her choice of Fluffergo... | |
[WP] Your girlfriend wants you to meet her dad. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach when she brings you to the cemetery, only as she leads you to a crypt and you go down into the stone depths, there you find a massive library and a skeleton, seated by a fireplace, reading a book. | It rained that day. A week ago Sam was looking out the window, more aloof and cold than Erin was used to. “It’s my dad’s birthday next week,” Sam offered in a sigh, “It’s…really hard. I wanted you to meet him but…”
Erin took her hand with an understanding smile, “I’d love to go. Especially if it’s so hard for you. I’d... | "Of course," he let out with a sigh. "I should have known."
"I never meant to hurt you. Please understand that. But you needed to know."
Life had not been the same for quite some time. He had felt it. He had known. The knowing had just been so far buried beneath this normalized reality that it had been easy to dismis... | |
[WP] Your girlfriend wants you to meet her dad. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach when she brings you to the cemetery, only as she leads you to a crypt and you go down into the stone depths, there you find a massive library and a skeleton, seated by a fireplace, reading a book. | It was a beautiful evening as we walked, arms swinging, down the cracked sidewalk. Weeds sprung up amidst the squares, and I made a game of picking up every pine cone I saw, creating a collection in the pockets of my jacket. In between branches, the sky shone down in long pink and blue streaks, clouds swirling like a d... | "Of course," he let out with a sigh. "I should have known."
"I never meant to hurt you. Please understand that. But you needed to know."
Life had not been the same for quite some time. He had felt it. He had known. The knowing had just been so far buried beneath this normalized reality that it had been easy to dismis... | |
[WP] Your girlfriend wants you to meet her dad. You get a sinking feeling in your stomach when she brings you to the cemetery, only as she leads you to a crypt and you go down into the stone depths, there you find a massive library and a skeleton, seated by a fireplace, reading a book. | It was a beautiful evening as we walked, arms swinging, down the cracked sidewalk. Weeds sprung up amidst the squares, and I made a game of picking up every pine cone I saw, creating a collection in the pockets of my jacket. In between branches, the sky shone down in long pink and blue streaks, clouds swirling like a d... | It rained that day. A week ago Sam was looking out the window, more aloof and cold than Erin was used to. “It’s my dad’s birthday next week,” Sam offered in a sigh, “It’s…really hard. I wanted you to meet him but…”
Erin took her hand with an understanding smile, “I’d love to go. Especially if it’s so hard for you. I’d... | |
[WP] Preparing himself to deal with another whiny reluctant farmboy, the wizard enters the tavern to discover the Chosen One is an even older and crankier wizard. | “Mind if I sit down?”
I blinked and lifted my eyes. The tavern around us was a popular watering hole for travellers and farmers alike, but the dark corner I claimed as my own felt a world away from the revelry that was taking place just a few feet away in the light. The man looked to be in his mid-thirties. His light ... | The wizard made his way through the crowd before finally coming to a standstill beside the Chosen One. He cleared his throat and -putting on a smile- gingerly tapped the older man the shoulder. "Excuse me?"
The Chosen One glared at him. "What?"
"Hi. Hello. Yes. I'm here to-"
"Your hat looks funny. Get away from me.... | |
[WP] Preparing himself to deal with another whiny reluctant farmboy, the wizard enters the tavern to discover the Chosen One is an even older and crankier wizard. | The Old Man slowly lowered himself into his chair set up in the middle of the open fields and stroked his long grey beard in contemplation, letting his mind wander, staring blankly at his wrinkled hands as if they would hold any answers to his problems. When he accepted that they held nothing he reached across to the w... | The wizard made his way through the crowd before finally coming to a standstill beside the Chosen One. He cleared his throat and -putting on a smile- gingerly tapped the older man the shoulder. "Excuse me?"
The Chosen One glared at him. "What?"
"Hi. Hello. Yes. I'm here to-"
"Your hat looks funny. Get away from me.... | |
[WP] Preparing himself to deal with another whiny reluctant farmboy, the wizard enters the tavern to discover the Chosen One is an even older and crankier wizard. | "At least the ale's good here." Balthazar broke his spell of thought by speaking aloud to himself before he entered the small town's shabby tavern, its worn wooden sign telling him he was in the right place.
Balthazar entered the tavern with a dramatic show of swirling magical fog and lights. "Behold, a Royal Magici... | The wizard made his way through the crowd before finally coming to a standstill beside the Chosen One. He cleared his throat and -putting on a smile- gingerly tapped the older man the shoulder. "Excuse me?"
The Chosen One glared at him. "What?"
"Hi. Hello. Yes. I'm here to-"
"Your hat looks funny. Get away from me.... | |
[WP] Preparing himself to deal with another whiny reluctant farmboy, the wizard enters the tavern to discover the Chosen One is an even older and crankier wizard. | Myrthil eyed her grubby hands as she rose from planting the final magic bean. Ignoring the hostile stares of villagers, she started her ritual dance. The bean sprouted. Flailing like a mad woman on the eve of the solstice, Myrthil followed the beanstalk as it snaked across the square.
‘*Not the tavern, not the tavern,... | The wizard made his way through the crowd before finally coming to a standstill beside the Chosen One. He cleared his throat and -putting on a smile- gingerly tapped the older man the shoulder. "Excuse me?"
The Chosen One glared at him. "What?"
"Hi. Hello. Yes. I'm here to-"
"Your hat looks funny. Get away from me.... | |
[WP] Preparing himself to deal with another whiny reluctant farmboy, the wizard enters the tavern to discover the Chosen One is an even older and crankier wizard. | "At least the ale's good here." Balthazar broke his spell of thought by speaking aloud to himself before he entered the small town's shabby tavern, its worn wooden sign telling him he was in the right place.
Balthazar entered the tavern with a dramatic show of swirling magical fog and lights. "Behold, a Royal Magici... | "I am Merlin! Keeper of the Ancient scrolls!" boomed the wizard pointing to a corner where a solitary figure sat in a shaft of moonlight as though the heavens themselves had marked this individual for greatness. Merlin would have said they had.
"Come, Chosen One, for the wheel of fate has chosen you to save our land a... | |
[WP] Preparing himself to deal with another whiny reluctant farmboy, the wizard enters the tavern to discover the Chosen One is an even older and crankier wizard. | Myrthil eyed her grubby hands as she rose from planting the final magic bean. Ignoring the hostile stares of villagers, she started her ritual dance. The bean sprouted. Flailing like a mad woman on the eve of the solstice, Myrthil followed the beanstalk as it snaked across the square.
‘*Not the tavern, not the tavern,... | "I am Merlin! Keeper of the Ancient scrolls!" boomed the wizard pointing to a corner where a solitary figure sat in a shaft of moonlight as though the heavens themselves had marked this individual for greatness. Merlin would have said they had.
"Come, Chosen One, for the wheel of fate has chosen you to save our land a... | |
[WP] As you look straight ahead, you spot the glowing eyes of a monster. The same one that killed your family. That murdered your friends. Its eyes are full of hate and malice... or was it… remorse? You should really stop looking at that damn mirror. | It’s so easy to see things in your reflection.
Human. Monster. The windows to my soul were tinted and coloured by the dawn break and dusk fall of my long life. An action—choosing what to eat, picking my prey, murdering the ones I loved—dimmed grey by my intentions.
But these were soulless eyes. Lenses that should be ... | I started giggling, “well sh*t. That was wrong.”
Steven looks at me with tears filling up his eyes, “how could you? I loved you!”
I roll my eyes, “close, you have to seem more upset than that. Maybe say ‘I loved them!’, It might make it sound more believable.”
“i’m trying my best Kayla. How are they gonna believe... | |
[WP] The doctors walk into the hospital room you're in, and you're ready for them to tell you about your soon-to-be death. One of them sits down beside you and... hands you a twenty-sided dice, "Roll a Death Saving Throw." | I've never liked hospitals, but this one, somehow was worse than the rest. While most hospitals are an uncomfortable juxtaposition between a place of healing, and a place people go to die, this one seemed heavily weighted towards the latter.
The doctor entered my room. He wore dark blue scrubs, and a crisp white lab c... | My head spun, but my gaze fixated on the bone-white die, each number recessed in deep black. Except where a one should be, there’s an etched skull in crimson red, almost winking at me with its blatant glow and gaudiness.
“That’s quite on the nose.”
Doctor Boyd placed the die gingerly in front of me, a prized gemstone... | |
[WP] You started this hike and you're going to god damn finish it, no matter what lame horror the trail decides to throw at you. | Despite my growing abdominal pain, I continued hiking up the hill.
Now you may be asking, "Is this a smart idea?" or "Should you really do all this in the dead of night?" My only answer to both of those questions is "Probably not."
But I'm not the type to quit, I will keep going until I finish, even if some f... | Continuing down the trail for the second time today, she found that things were quite off. There was a strange color effect on the trees. Almost as if she were watching her surroundings from an old VHS tape, which she could hardly remember since her parents raised her in the 90's.
Pulling out her phone she began to qu... | |
[WP] Poor man's teleportation is to summon a demon, grab him, and have somebody else summon him to your desired destination before the demon can buck you off, then run like hell and hope you don't get caught. Popularization of this has become quite the nuisance in the netherworld. | People arent bright. This was a common belief in the netherworld. A belief further proven in lieu of a new trend.
Humans were summoning demons more frequently lately. Frequently, and haphazardly. It took a few weeks for the demons to figure out some of it
A new, cheap way of summing was discovered. Mass production of... | "You know," Sogomith grumbled, "a basic teleportation spell takes about the same energy as the effort required to do this."
"I don't *know* a basic teleportation spell, or I'd do it!" Dave countered. "Wait, where's the *out* portal?"
A demon next to them wailed as the hooks and chains made of hellfire that marked a s... | |
[WP] Poor man's teleportation is to summon a demon, grab him, and have somebody else summon him to your desired destination before the demon can buck you off, then run like hell and hope you don't get caught. Popularization of this has become quite the nuisance in the netherworld. | “Slow down slow down.”
Balzlaburlub reduces from 100 unintelligible clicks per minute, to about 70.
“Ah the humans are using hell as a ferry?”
Something about this angered me, was it my workers being put in danger? Humans getting one over on us?
No, neither of these really bothered me, both had honestly been encou... | "No," I growled, "the fact that you know who I am does not \*interest\* me, it \*annoys\* me." My forearm was barred against his throat as he struggled. I was letting him breathe...for now.
"Please, it's for a job!" The man managed to stutter out.
"I am \*anonymous\*. I never show my face, I never work for the sa... | |
[WP] Poor man's teleportation is to summon a demon, grab him, and have somebody else summon him to your desired destination before the demon can buck you off, then run like hell and hope you don't get caught. Popularization of this has become quite the nuisance in the netherworld. | “Slow down slow down.”
Balzlaburlub reduces from 100 unintelligible clicks per minute, to about 70.
“Ah the humans are using hell as a ferry?”
Something about this angered me, was it my workers being put in danger? Humans getting one over on us?
No, neither of these really bothered me, both had honestly been encou... | Demon announcer: " place your bets, everyone, place your bets!"
Demon: "What kind of human is it this time!?"
Demon announcer:" this time it's three healers and a hell hound."
Demon:" 50 soul coins on capture and decapitation"
Demon female: " 100 soul coins on the human escaping"
A few moments later a demon atten... | |
[WP] Poor man's teleportation is to summon a demon, grab him, and have somebody else summon him to your desired destination before the demon can buck you off, then run like hell and hope you don't get caught. Popularization of this has become quite the nuisance in the netherworld. | “Mark, I need a favor. Can you summon a demon?”
Now, normally this kind of text would raise some eyebrows, maybe earn some side-long glances. Hell, maybe a cautious, “hey uhh…you ok?”
But not anymore. Not since petrol prices sky rocketed like they have. People still drive, of course. Well, if you have money that is.... | Demon announcer: " place your bets, everyone, place your bets!"
Demon: "What kind of human is it this time!?"
Demon announcer:" this time it's three healers and a hell hound."
Demon:" 50 soul coins on capture and decapitation"
Demon female: " 100 soul coins on the human escaping"
A few moments later a demon atten... | |
[WP] Poor man's teleportation is to summon a demon, grab him, and have somebody else summon him to your desired destination before the demon can buck you off, then run like hell and hope you don't get caught. Popularization of this has become quite the nuisance in the netherworld. | “I, Satan, Prince of Darkness, High Lord of the damned---”
“Beam me up, Scotty!” A half-naked dude riding one of my horned demons yells, interrupting my speech.
The demon disappears, turning into a fuzzy cloud of pink glitter that dissipates in the sulfurous air.
“God damn---”
“**You shall not take the name of the ... | Demon announcer: " place your bets, everyone, place your bets!"
Demon: "What kind of human is it this time!?"
Demon announcer:" this time it's three healers and a hell hound."
Demon:" 50 soul coins on capture and decapitation"
Demon female: " 100 soul coins on the human escaping"
A few moments later a demon atten... | |
[WP] It is a beautiful day in the SCP Foundation, and you are an anomalous goose. | "**Honk**," I said to the researcher standing in the room. She looked terrified; she'd been chased into my cell by the Chaos Insurgency soldiers, not knowing it was *my* cell. She now stood there, by the door, probably wondering which side was safer.
"**Honk**?" I asked. She did not reply; quite rude, might I add. She... | recording #1 of SCP-####
"what's so annomylous about this goose? other than the fact that it walks around and squacks #### #### at people" Researcher #1
"you never know with these things... one minute its trying to put you to sleep? the next you're dead." Reseacher #2
\*scratching is heard as one of the rese... | |
[WP] You are a well-known smuggler, brought before the king in chains. "I am told that you can smuggle anything in or out of the kingdom," the king says. "I have precious cargo that must make it out of the kingdom," he continues, gesturing to the young crown prince. | King Herod watched as the small girl was led in to his private study. The heavy iron manacles layered on her wrists and ankles to prevent her picking or slipping them off. . . again. The common dress a surprise for such a notorious smuggler.
"You have been a hard person to contact Lady Swift, alias Lady Night, alias t... | The crown prince is just straight out annoying this is the 520th time he broke a vase or a window and acting like I am an amazing cool soccer player , But after that not only did he break vases and windows, but rather the kings knows, when he was in a discussion with ministers and higher ups, just out of nowhere a bal... | |
[WP] On everyone’s 18th birthday they receive a mark from the god who gave them life. When you turned 18, the mark of each god appeared on you. | Part 1
A white, sterile room. The door had melded perfectly with the wall when I had entered, so there was no discernable exit.
The Revealer lifted the hair from the back of my neck. The Mark would appear there. I was about to learn the identity of my creator. I was about to--
He froze. I could hear his breath quick... | It was then that you started to piece together the truth of all the things happening to you. Water seemed to tremble at your touch, flames grew higher the closer you got, and sometimes, when you were really angry, it felt as though the ground beneath your feet would start to shake. You had brushed it all off before, bu... | |
[WP] In Hell, most demons work at a massive company where they deal on all human-demon relations, from soul-bargaining deals to demonic possessions. You are the first human EVER to work for this company. | "Ah! There he is, our very first human! They say you aced the interview, I'm really impressed! I'm Balaam, I'll be in charge of you from here on out. Any questions?" The demon in front of me introduced himself, making me wonder if Hell isn't as complicated as it sounds. I pause and take in the words just spoken, I look... | Darkness. Accompanied by that darkness is an ear-splitting noise.
No, it was worse than that. It was a complete lack of noise, of light, of anything that was causing this skull splitting pain to shake George’s being to his very soul.
In the same instant it had began it had faded away. The darkness seemed to fade as ... | |
[WP] The Summoned Heroes have always come from one place. Japan. It was a irrefutable fact that came with the spell. However, with these latest Summoned Heroes, they call their land 'America' and they are vastly different than their Japanese counterparts. | The flash of light receded. I blinked my eyes, starting to take in my surrounding.
What the hell?
I was in a throne room, something straight out of Lord of Rings. King and Queen sitting on their thrones. Red carpet. Guys in full plate armor. The works. A Gandalf looking guy standing in front of me with a bunch ... | The portal open for the hero to come through sometime the walk through sometime they ride a
Mount of some sort but this one was the biggest mount to ever some through. as it came through we could hear it growl this deep low growl. This mount was a vehicle rare but know but this one was covered in heavy metal and had t... | |
[WP] The Summoned Heroes have always come from one place. Japan. It was a irrefutable fact that came with the spell. However, with these latest Summoned Heroes, they call their land 'America' and they are vastly different than their Japanese counterparts. | The air breathed heavy with anticipation. Kings men from every land waited with bated breath, near enough to feel the magic energy coming off of the portal. Enough mana to power an entire battalion of war-mages, all to cast this one spell, all for this moment.
Days. Weeks. Months, of preparation, all leading up to... | The portal open for the hero to come through sometime the walk through sometime they ride a
Mount of some sort but this one was the biggest mount to ever some through. as it came through we could hear it growl this deep low growl. This mount was a vehicle rare but know but this one was covered in heavy metal and had t... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | **Al and Bo whispering to each other. Bo in modern clothes. Al is 1920's wardrobe. Al and Bo sitting next to each other on the subway.**
Al: "Looks like someone likes you."
Bo: "Please stop."
Al: "Ask her for a dance, I'll play Beethovens magic flute"
Bo: "That's Mozart's song you idiot"
**The cute girl in the 140... | *Gonna be late, the subway's making longer stops than usual. Keep the key out if you could.*
I looked up for again, and there she was. Even as the subway went down underneath a tunnel, and the lights flickered, she just stood there. Not a single motion there. Nobody else even gave her a glance. I didn't even think a ... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | So finally I made up my mind and went to sit next to her. Her head moved to follow my movements, as her eyes clearly were incapable of such an action.
"So sorry", I began. "Are you by any chance experiencing problems?"
She kept staring at me. I felt a slight tingle somewhere behind my right temple, and then I rem... | *Gonna be late, the subway's making longer stops than usual. Keep the key out if you could.*
I looked up for again, and there she was. Even as the subway went down underneath a tunnel, and the lights flickered, she just stood there. Not a single motion there. Nobody else even gave her a glance. I didn't even think a ... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. |
The train came to a stop and my eyes lifted from my book to check the
station sign. Four more to go - I can finish this chapter. But then
something else caught my eye. Across from me was a woman with eyes
dark blue like the Atlantic before a storm. When mine met hers I
couldn't look away. It was rude, unhear... | "What's so good about dating anyways?" the drunk Elvis impersonator slurred into my ear. This wasn't prime Elvis. This was dead on the toilet Elvis. But he was chill enough to share his bottle of rotgut and I wasn't planning on walking into my apartment sober. Not after that first date.
I nodded at him. "Right?"
He h... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | I glanced up from my phone, towards the girl at the end of the subway car. This time, I was sure of it -- she was staring right at me. It made me feel a little self-conscious, but on the other hand, she was very attractive. If she wanted to stare at me, I decided, then she could hardly complain if I stared back, right?... | "What's so good about dating anyways?" the drunk Elvis impersonator slurred into my ear. This wasn't prime Elvis. This was dead on the toilet Elvis. But he was chill enough to share his bottle of rotgut and I wasn't planning on walking into my apartment sober. Not after that first date.
I nodded at him. "Right?"
He h... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | ‘I guess I should approach her casually. Maybe ask her if she’s cosplaying.’ Oliver stood up and met the strange girls gaze. She had been smiling at him for twenty minutes, it’d be adorable if it wasn’t kind of unsettling. It almost seemed like her eyes weren’t blinking and her face had maintained that smile for the en... | "What's so good about dating anyways?" the drunk Elvis impersonator slurred into my ear. This wasn't prime Elvis. This was dead on the toilet Elvis. But he was chill enough to share his bottle of rotgut and I wasn't planning on walking into my apartment sober. Not after that first date.
I nodded at him. "Right?"
He h... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | He squeezed in through the closing door and plopped down on n empty seat, panting from his run. An old woman several seats to his right sniffed disapprovingly before returning to her book. He smiled as the train jolted into motion. *Made it*.
His gaze landed on a pair of dainty shoes under a frilly hem of a dress so l... | "What's so good about dating anyways?" the drunk Elvis impersonator slurred into my ear. This wasn't prime Elvis. This was dead on the toilet Elvis. But he was chill enough to share his bottle of rotgut and I wasn't planning on walking into my apartment sober. Not after that first date.
I nodded at him. "Right?"
He h... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | I glanced up from my phone, towards the girl at the end of the subway car. This time, I was sure of it -- she was staring right at me. It made me feel a little self-conscious, but on the other hand, she was very attractive. If she wanted to stare at me, I decided, then she could hardly complain if I stared back, right?... |
The train came to a stop and my eyes lifted from my book to check the
station sign. Four more to go - I can finish this chapter. But then
something else caught my eye. Across from me was a woman with eyes
dark blue like the Atlantic before a storm. When mine met hers I
couldn't look away. It was rude, unhear... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | ‘I guess I should approach her casually. Maybe ask her if she’s cosplaying.’ Oliver stood up and met the strange girls gaze. She had been smiling at him for twenty minutes, it’d be adorable if it wasn’t kind of unsettling. It almost seemed like her eyes weren’t blinking and her face had maintained that smile for the en... | The train stopped. Few people went down, while some changed seats. I sat beside the window as always to feel the night breeze. It was really cool tonight and felt homely.
The train began to move, I settled properly and dug out a novel by a favourite author: Dean Koontz, a woman probably in her mid forties, sat close ne... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | "Hey, are you even listening to me?" Kevin asked, poking me in my side. "What do you keep looking at?"
"Ah sorry," I said, nervously shifting in my seat. "There's just this really weird girl in a purple dress that keeps staring at me."
Kevin glanced over at the back of the train and then gave me a confused look. "Wha... | The train stopped. Few people went down, while some changed seats. I sat beside the window as always to feel the night breeze. It was really cool tonight and felt homely.
The train began to move, I settled properly and dug out a novel by a favourite author: Dean Koontz, a woman probably in her mid forties, sat close ne... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | He squeezed in through the closing door and plopped down on n empty seat, panting from his run. An old woman several seats to his right sniffed disapprovingly before returning to her book. He smiled as the train jolted into motion. *Made it*.
His gaze landed on a pair of dainty shoes under a frilly hem of a dress so l... | The train stopped. Few people went down, while some changed seats. I sat beside the window as always to feel the night breeze. It was really cool tonight and felt homely.
The train began to move, I settled properly and dug out a novel by a favourite author: Dean Koontz, a woman probably in her mid forties, sat close ne... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | A girl like this shouldn’t exist.
Well, yes, she was pretty. Beautiful, in the way an esoteric romance novel from two hundred years ago would have described, all snow white skin and raven hair and plum red lips.
Part of it was the attire. This was the subway. I’ve seen my fair share of outfits, from criminally underd... | The train stopped. Few people went down, while some changed seats. I sat beside the window as always to feel the night breeze. It was really cool tonight and felt homely.
The train began to move, I settled properly and dug out a novel by a favourite author: Dean Koontz, a woman probably in her mid forties, sat close ne... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | "Hey, are you even listening to me?" Kevin asked, poking me in my side. "What do you keep looking at?"
"Ah sorry," I said, nervously shifting in my seat. "There's just this really weird girl in a purple dress that keeps staring at me."
Kevin glanced over at the back of the train and then gave me a confused look. "Wha... | "So there I was, on the subway, and there was this super cute girl." I told my friends with a smirk, as we sat in the restaurant booth.
"Oh really? Tell us more." as they leaned in.
"She was wearing this old colonial dress, and she didn't blink at all."
"Ooo, sounds like the start of a ghost story." That got their a... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | He squeezed in through the closing door and plopped down on n empty seat, panting from his run. An old woman several seats to his right sniffed disapprovingly before returning to her book. He smiled as the train jolted into motion. *Made it*.
His gaze landed on a pair of dainty shoes under a frilly hem of a dress so l... | "So there I was, on the subway, and there was this super cute girl." I told my friends with a smirk, as we sat in the restaurant booth.
"Oh really? Tell us more." as they leaned in.
"She was wearing this old colonial dress, and she didn't blink at all."
"Ooo, sounds like the start of a ghost story." That got their a... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | A girl like this shouldn’t exist.
Well, yes, she was pretty. Beautiful, in the way an esoteric romance novel from two hundred years ago would have described, all snow white skin and raven hair and plum red lips.
Part of it was the attire. This was the subway. I’ve seen my fair share of outfits, from criminally underd... | "So there I was, on the subway, and there was this super cute girl." I told my friends with a smirk, as we sat in the restaurant booth.
"Oh really? Tell us more." as they leaned in.
"She was wearing this old colonial dress, and she didn't blink at all."
"Ooo, sounds like the start of a ghost story." That got their a... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | "Hey, are you even listening to me?" Kevin asked, poking me in my side. "What do you keep looking at?"
"Ah sorry," I said, nervously shifting in my seat. "There's just this really weird girl in a purple dress that keeps staring at me."
Kevin glanced over at the back of the train and then gave me a confused look. "Wha... | I think...
I think I see read people.
It makes a...certain amount of sense. From a certain point of view. Reading brings characters to life, after all. You see them in your minds eye, feel their feelings, watch them struggle and learn and grow.
We all see read people, really.
Still, more than a little disconcert... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | He squeezed in through the closing door and plopped down on n empty seat, panting from his run. An old woman several seats to his right sniffed disapprovingly before returning to her book. He smiled as the train jolted into motion. *Made it*.
His gaze landed on a pair of dainty shoes under a frilly hem of a dress so l... | I think...
I think I see read people.
It makes a...certain amount of sense. From a certain point of view. Reading brings characters to life, after all. You see them in your minds eye, feel their feelings, watch them struggle and learn and grow.
We all see read people, really.
Still, more than a little disconcert... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | A girl like this shouldn’t exist.
Well, yes, she was pretty. Beautiful, in the way an esoteric romance novel from two hundred years ago would have described, all snow white skin and raven hair and plum red lips.
Part of it was the attire. This was the subway. I’ve seen my fair share of outfits, from criminally underd... | I think...
I think I see read people.
It makes a...certain amount of sense. From a certain point of view. Reading brings characters to life, after all. You see them in your minds eye, feel their feelings, watch them struggle and learn and grow.
We all see read people, really.
Still, more than a little disconcert... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | He squeezed in through the closing door and plopped down on n empty seat, panting from his run. An old woman several seats to his right sniffed disapprovingly before returning to her book. He smiled as the train jolted into motion. *Made it*.
His gaze landed on a pair of dainty shoes under a frilly hem of a dress so l... | "Hey, are you even listening to me?" Kevin asked, poking me in my side. "What do you keep looking at?"
"Ah sorry," I said, nervously shifting in my seat. "There's just this really weird girl in a purple dress that keeps staring at me."
Kevin glanced over at the back of the train and then gave me a confused look. "Wha... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | A girl like this shouldn’t exist.
Well, yes, she was pretty. Beautiful, in the way an esoteric romance novel from two hundred years ago would have described, all snow white skin and raven hair and plum red lips.
Part of it was the attire. This was the subway. I’ve seen my fair share of outfits, from criminally underd... | "Hey, are you even listening to me?" Kevin asked, poking me in my side. "What do you keep looking at?"
"Ah sorry," I said, nervously shifting in my seat. "There's just this really weird girl in a purple dress that keeps staring at me."
Kevin glanced over at the back of the train and then gave me a confused look. "Wha... | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | This girl in fancy Industrial Revolution era attire was definitely out of place, but nobody seemed to notice. She’s clutching some kind of handbag to her chest and seems to be silently sobbing as she stares, unblinking, at me.
I want to go over and ask what is the matter, but something feels off. Why am the only one t... | There once was a ghostly ghoul
She sat on the train on a stool
Her hair was a mess
From her afterlife stress
But her features were calming and cool
I told her a kiss would be fun
And offered a sip of my rum
I pondered her frown
Until I looked down
And saw that my fly was undone
[Poem] | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | A girl like this shouldn’t exist.
Well, yes, she was pretty. Beautiful, in the way an esoteric romance novel from two hundred years ago would have described, all snow white skin and raven hair and plum red lips.
Part of it was the attire. This was the subway. I’ve seen my fair share of outfits, from criminally underd... | There once was a ghostly ghoul
She sat on the train on a stool
Her hair was a mess
From her afterlife stress
But her features were calming and cool
I told her a kiss would be fun
And offered a sip of my rum
I pondered her frown
Until I looked down
And saw that my fly was undone
[Poem] | |
[WP] The cute girl on the subway can’t seem to stop staring at you! This would be great, except that her clothes are several centuries out of date, no one else seems to be able to see her, and you haven’t seen her blink. Not even once. | A girl like this shouldn’t exist.
Well, yes, she was pretty. Beautiful, in the way an esoteric romance novel from two hundred years ago would have described, all snow white skin and raven hair and plum red lips.
Part of it was the attire. This was the subway. I’ve seen my fair share of outfits, from criminally underd... | This girl in fancy Industrial Revolution era attire was definitely out of place, but nobody seemed to notice. She’s clutching some kind of handbag to her chest and seems to be silently sobbing as she stares, unblinking, at me.
I want to go over and ask what is the matter, but something feels off. Why am the only one t... | |
[WP] When one dies, the soul is split in three: one part becomes a ghost, one part gets reincarnated and one part is sent to heaven or hell. You are well versed in the supernatural and the occult, and you're eager to find out what happens if all three entities are reunited... | “Ah bloody hell! That’s hot, that’s hot!”
Gazing down at the mess of wax all over the table, I stumble over to the travel sink I had set up and violently twist the faucet open, relieving my poor hand of the burn I so carelessly allowed it to endure. Turning around, I gaze at the series of carefully drawn symbols, meti... | Leather shoes slap marble. Umbrellas shake off rain. An Irishman in a thin tweed suit gesticulates wildly to his companion, a shadow behind his shoulder. Through the faint brogue he mutters, “The trinity, the Trimurti, the pyramids! My God! It was right in front of us! How many things have we lost due to wars, plagues,... | |
[WP] Bored, immortal and looking for mischief you hire one of the best assassins in the world to target yourself, how many failed attempts before they realise | The waiter approaches me. He seems nervous. I flash a smile, hoping to calm him down.
“W-w-what would you like to order, sir a-and m-madame?”
“Salad please,” I quickly reply, having already perused this menu many times over. Indeed, although he definitely doesn’t know this, I helped to write the very first editio... | Beorth the Bold. Beorth. The Bold. I like the sound of that. It makes you believe that he will resolve matters swiftly and definitively. When you start saying it, it's robust, rough almost. But in the end, it just rolls off of your tongue. Fascinating. And that name, Beorth, where have I heard it before? It has to be N... | |
[WP]"This human form is limiting." My son keeps telling me, like I wasn't the one to put him in it. | “Must I travel in that ridiculous wagon again?” the boy asked, his dozenth complaint of the morning.
“It’s called a school bus, Micah.” Micah’s father said.
“I know it’s called a school bus, but it’s ridiculous. Why is it so bright? Why is everything so bright here?” Micah asked.
“Human children find it joyful,” his... | Humans are the apex predator on Earth: capable of incredible feats of endurance; building and thriving in incredibly complex societies with intricate communal rules; they are firmly implanted in every biome at the heart of every local ecosystem. They truly are… the creme de la creme of Earthian lifeforms.
Or so it’s ... | |
[WP] In our world there are no superpowers, and both scientists and the internet agree that there can’t be. So, it’s a real surprise to you when you somehow end up with them. Now, with the Marvel comics as your guide, you’re going to attempt to become a superhero. If the world will let you. | "Ever read the Metamorphosis? The idea is that there was a guy who woke up one day having a bug's body instead of a human one. That was basically me, but instead of being a bug, I was entirely made out of glass."
*The young woman sitting across the table from me looks down at my exposed arms, confused.*
"Are you sure... | *I know this is my own prompt, but I just got an idea, haha.*
**A Not-So-Stranger In a Not-So-Strange Land**
I stand in the bathroom, hands slicked with sweat as I lean against the counter, repeating like a the words, **”This isn’t real. This isn’t real.”** like a sort of frenzied mantra.
After all, when one figures... | |
[WP] After 15 years, you’ve always remained certain that your father ditched you while going out for cigarettes when you were a kid. But when a knock is heard at the door, you open it to find your father staring you in the face, with a pack of cigarettes, and literally...having not aged a single day | Life was good. Ryan stood in his kitchen watching his wife and kids swimming in the pool through the large bay windows. He was getting ready to go out and join them when the doorbell rang.
They weren't expecting any visitors today. He walked across the kitchen into the foyer that was bathed in warm sunlight shining th... | “Where were you?” I asked hesitantly as my father stood at the door.
“I’m sorry but there was a bit of a hold up. They were very busy tonight.” He replied, cigarette in his mouth and speaking around it.
Hasn’t aged a day. I thought. His voice hasn’t changed either. Hair still brown, face unwrinkled, eyes still ho... | |
[WP] After 15 years, you’ve always remained certain that your father ditched you while going out for cigarettes when you were a kid. But when a knock is heard at the door, you open it to find your father staring you in the face, with a pack of cigarettes, and literally...having not aged a single day | Life was good. Ryan stood in his kitchen watching his wife and kids swimming in the pool through the large bay windows. He was getting ready to go out and join them when the doorbell rang.
They weren't expecting any visitors today. He walked across the kitchen into the foyer that was bathed in warm sunlight shining th... | At first neither of us could speak, i because what are you to say to a ghost and him because what are you to say to a near perfect copy of your own self. He reacted first, he was always good at thinking on his feet, former cop and all. He had his gun out and me stumbling backwards before I could even close my jaw.
"... | |
[WP] After 15 years, you’ve always remained certain that your father ditched you while going out for cigarettes when you were a kid. But when a knock is heard at the door, you open it to find your father staring you in the face, with a pack of cigarettes, and literally...having not aged a single day | I was looking through the old photo album at the kitchen table. Mom had started putting it together for me, when I was a kid, and people still stored their photos that way. I've got all my photos in the cloud or on a flash drive like everybody else, but I kept the album up, too, out of respect for tradition. I rested m... | At first neither of us could speak, i because what are you to say to a ghost and him because what are you to say to a near perfect copy of your own self. He reacted first, he was always good at thinking on his feet, former cop and all. He had his gun out and me stumbling backwards before I could even close my jaw.
"... | |
[WP] After 15 years, you’ve always remained certain that your father ditched you while going out for cigarettes when you were a kid. But when a knock is heard at the door, you open it to find your father staring you in the face, with a pack of cigarettes, and literally...having not aged a single day | I was looking through the old photo album at the kitchen table. Mom had started putting it together for me, when I was a kid, and people still stored their photos that way. I've got all my photos in the cloud or on a flash drive like everybody else, but I kept the album up, too, out of respect for tradition. I rested m... | "Come on! Open up, babe", shouted the voice attached to the banging at the door. "I think I must have hit my head, and there are some really weirdly dressed people hanging around. Maybe I got mugged by weirdos or something."
I grumbled my way over to answer it. "OK, OK, hang on", I said as I reached the door and swung... | |
[WP] A swordsman fights stronger and stronger monsters in hopes of killing himself, but keeps winning. He soon develops a reputation as a hero, all the while drowning in self-loathing and the darkness that threatens to consume his soul. | She extracted her blade from the newest nightmare monster, a literal Nightmare, feeling thoroughly let down.
"That shouldve been it... They were so scared, I thought it'd be many times stronger than the Ourg the Ogre Chieftan, but it was a chump."
She sighed heavily, leaning on her hilt. How long had it been? She sta... | I’m tired. I’m so tired.
Not tired of the fighting. It’s never the physical strain that gets me…
I just cant keep going. I started doing this for fame and glory, but fame and glory means nothing when you only want attention from one person…
Crowds cheer my name as I carry back the head of another beast. Every time t... | |
[WP] A swordsman fights stronger and stronger monsters in hopes of killing himself, but keeps winning. He soon develops a reputation as a hero, all the while drowning in self-loathing and the darkness that threatens to consume his soul. | "Kill me."
The Minotaur smashed its club into the tiles, right where Mat had been standing a moment before. The stone splintered and flew across the room, sending onlookers scattering. Mat was now behind the Minotaur, the Sword of Dawn gleaming in his hand. A minotaur outside of its labyrinth was rare, but inside a ci... | I’m tired. I’m so tired.
Not tired of the fighting. It’s never the physical strain that gets me…
I just cant keep going. I started doing this for fame and glory, but fame and glory means nothing when you only want attention from one person…
Crowds cheer my name as I carry back the head of another beast. Every time t... | |
[WP] A swordsman fights stronger and stronger monsters in hopes of killing himself, but keeps winning. He soon develops a reputation as a hero, all the while drowning in self-loathing and the darkness that threatens to consume his soul. | She extracted her blade from the newest nightmare monster, a literal Nightmare, feeling thoroughly let down.
"That shouldve been it... They were so scared, I thought it'd be many times stronger than the Ourg the Ogre Chieftan, but it was a chump."
She sighed heavily, leaning on her hilt. How long had it been? She sta... | To die by his own hand, is beneath the honor of a warrior. Sometimes, a greater good may be served by surrendering to an enemy, instead of fighting to the bitter end, and there is no dishonor in that.
But no good can be been served, by surrendering to grief, or to despair. All this will ever do, is give those you lea... | |
[WP] A swordsman fights stronger and stronger monsters in hopes of killing himself, but keeps winning. He soon develops a reputation as a hero, all the while drowning in self-loathing and the darkness that threatens to consume his soul. | "Kill me."
The Minotaur smashed its club into the tiles, right where Mat had been standing a moment before. The stone splintered and flew across the room, sending onlookers scattering. Mat was now behind the Minotaur, the Sword of Dawn gleaming in his hand. A minotaur outside of its labyrinth was rare, but inside a ci... | To die by his own hand, is beneath the honor of a warrior. Sometimes, a greater good may be served by surrendering to an enemy, instead of fighting to the bitter end, and there is no dishonor in that.
But no good can be been served, by surrendering to grief, or to despair. All this will ever do, is give those you lea... | |
[WP] A swordsman fights stronger and stronger monsters in hopes of killing himself, but keeps winning. He soon develops a reputation as a hero, all the while drowning in self-loathing and the darkness that threatens to consume his soul. | She extracted her blade from the newest nightmare monster, a literal Nightmare, feeling thoroughly let down.
"That shouldve been it... They were so scared, I thought it'd be many times stronger than the Ourg the Ogre Chieftan, but it was a chump."
She sighed heavily, leaning on her hilt. How long had it been? She sta... | 1: Another night at the local tavern, and another round of ‘celebratory’ drinks given by the villagers. The bartender had long since stopped counting the hero’s tab, and had just assumed that the credit of all the drinks bought for him would cover it.
The hero, however, could barely stand the attention. Slaps on the... | |
[WP] A swordsman fights stronger and stronger monsters in hopes of killing himself, but keeps winning. He soon develops a reputation as a hero, all the while drowning in self-loathing and the darkness that threatens to consume his soul. | "Kill me."
The Minotaur smashed its club into the tiles, right where Mat had been standing a moment before. The stone splintered and flew across the room, sending onlookers scattering. Mat was now behind the Minotaur, the Sword of Dawn gleaming in his hand. A minotaur outside of its labyrinth was rare, but inside a ci... | 1: Another night at the local tavern, and another round of ‘celebratory’ drinks given by the villagers. The bartender had long since stopped counting the hero’s tab, and had just assumed that the credit of all the drinks bought for him would cover it.
The hero, however, could barely stand the attention. Slaps on the... | |
[WP] A swordsman fights stronger and stronger monsters in hopes of killing himself, but keeps winning. He soon develops a reputation as a hero, all the while drowning in self-loathing and the darkness that threatens to consume his soul. | "Here's to our new hero! Where he comes from we don't know! But he slew our greatest foe!" Cheered the young man standing atop a long table in the tavern with a raised flagon of ale.
Everyone else in the packed tavern raised their flagons as well all roaring an exuberant hurrah before swigging down their ale. It was a... | Killian sighed dejected as he heard the thump of the beast’s body dropping to the ground in front of him, followed a second later by the smaller thump of its head hitting the ground behind him. All those rumours had been so promising, and now after weeks of traveling in that rickety carriage and the 3 days he had spent... |
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