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And no, he's not Speedball.
Write an event where he or she or it is forced to use this power.
| [WP] Your character has the lamest superpower ever. | "What's up, buddy?"
Chester opened his mouth to reply, but Ryan cut off him.
"C'mon man, you know you don't have to do that anymore."
Chester closed his mouth, he thought his reply instead. What Ryan got was a tangled mess of half formed ideas and emotions.
"Yeah, we'll go out tonight, don't worry."
*Fuck*. Chest... | Another day at the office, another 8 hours of working just to scrape by and come home to his wife who happily greets him upon his arrival. That's what John Greene knows as his life for the last 8 years after landing a "great opportunity" in the city after graduating with his Masters in Financing. It wasn't his greatest... |
And no, he's not Speedball.
Write an event where he or she or it is forced to use this power.
| [WP] Your character has the lamest superpower ever. | "Alright, there's a good chap. Tell me why you should be admitted to the Academy."
"...alright. Hear me out, though. I've had this gift ever since I was young. I can... mmmmmmmm..."
"...son? Are you alright?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaake tiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmme sssssssloooooweeeeeer." he said, his voice drawn out and deep... | Another day at the office, another 8 hours of working just to scrape by and come home to his wife who happily greets him upon his arrival. That's what John Greene knows as his life for the last 8 years after landing a "great opportunity" in the city after graduating with his Masters in Financing. It wasn't his greatest... |
And no, he's not Speedball.
Write an event where he or she or it is forced to use this power.
| [WP] Your character has the lamest superpower ever. | Marcus Wright was reaching out to turn up the dial on the car radio when the feeling hit him. A tingling swept through his body, as if he were being electrified.
Marcus's wife looked at him, her brow furrowed. "Is it happening again?"
"Yes," Marcus said under his breath. He pressed his fingertips to his temple. The t... | Another day at the office, another 8 hours of working just to scrape by and come home to his wife who happily greets him upon his arrival. That's what John Greene knows as his life for the last 8 years after landing a "great opportunity" in the city after graduating with his Masters in Financing. It wasn't his greatest... |
And no, he's not Speedball.
Write an event where he or she or it is forced to use this power.
| [WP] Your character has the lamest superpower ever. | "What's up, buddy?"
Chester opened his mouth to reply, but Ryan cut off him.
"C'mon man, you know you don't have to do that anymore."
Chester closed his mouth, he thought his reply instead. What Ryan got was a tangled mess of half formed ideas and emotions.
"Yeah, we'll go out tonight, don't worry."
*Fuck*. Chest... | "Hello everyone I'm Jeremy's mother. and I'm here to talk to you about sexual health."
A million sets of eyes turn to face me and I life my head up and drop it down on the desk a few times.
"Now I know all of you are much to young for sex but I do have a teen aged boy at home and I know there's other stuff you're goi... |
And no, he's not Speedball.
Write an event where he or she or it is forced to use this power.
| [WP] Your character has the lamest superpower ever. | Marcus Wright was reaching out to turn up the dial on the car radio when the feeling hit him. A tingling swept through his body, as if he were being electrified.
Marcus's wife looked at him, her brow furrowed. "Is it happening again?"
"Yes," Marcus said under his breath. He pressed his fingertips to his temple. The t... | "Hello everyone I'm Jeremy's mother. and I'm here to talk to you about sexual health."
A million sets of eyes turn to face me and I life my head up and drop it down on the desk a few times.
"Now I know all of you are much to young for sex but I do have a teen aged boy at home and I know there's other stuff you're goi... |
And no, he's not Speedball.
Write an event where he or she or it is forced to use this power.
| [WP] Your character has the lamest superpower ever. | Marcus Wright was reaching out to turn up the dial on the car radio when the feeling hit him. A tingling swept through his body, as if he were being electrified.
Marcus's wife looked at him, her brow furrowed. "Is it happening again?"
"Yes," Marcus said under his breath. He pressed his fingertips to his temple. The t... | "Alright, there's a good chap. Tell me why you should be admitted to the Academy."
"...alright. Hear me out, though. I've had this gift ever since I was young. I can... mmmmmmmm..."
"...son? Are you alright?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaake tiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmme sssssssloooooweeeeeer." he said, his voice drawn out and deep... |
And no, he's not Speedball.
Write an event where he or she or it is forced to use this power.
| [WP] Your character has the lamest superpower ever. | "So can you set things on fire, then?"
"No, it's not like that. Listen, I really don't want to talk about this."
"Come on, you're my best friend. I promise I won't make fun."
"Promise?"
"Scout's honour. Cross my heart, hope to cry."
"Fine. It's hope to die, by the way."
"Why would a scout want to die?"
"Do you w... | He needed to get out.
"Mr.Smith, is everything all right?"
"Uh, no professor, may I go to the infirmary?"
"Not unless something happens, alright?"
There was only one way. The power. He didn't want to use it. He always made a point about refraining from using such a power, but this time, it was his only escape.
He ... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | "Tonight, we go live to New York, where a group of scientists from around the world are unveiling what they are calling 'The greatest science breakthrough of the millennium.' We're handing it off to our reporter on the scene, Tom Jackson."
"Hello everyone, Tom Jackson here at a far from empty Madison Square Garden. E... | Creation is harder than destruction. To create something truly new, you have to understand it on a fundamental level, and such understanding is profoundly difficult, even in the simplest of cases. For something like consciousness it proved to be an insurmountable goal. We were smart enough to question our own existe... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | When we flipped the switch, the board of directors and scientists had already brought out bottles of champagne. HARRY was designed to be able to sort through petabytes of data with human reasoning capabilities. Various security agencies had already places orders, the center and it's top brass were going to be filthy ri... | Creation is harder than destruction. To create something truly new, you have to understand it on a fundamental level, and such understanding is profoundly difficult, even in the simplest of cases. For something like consciousness it proved to be an insurmountable goal. We were smart enough to question our own existe... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | "Tonight, we go live to New York, where a group of scientists from around the world are unveiling what they are calling 'The greatest science breakthrough of the millennium.' We're handing it off to our reporter on the scene, Tom Jackson."
"Hello everyone, Tom Jackson here at a far from empty Madison Square Garden. E... | Really, wasn't it inevitable? 10 years ago, it all seemed unreal but it finally happened. I don't know how, I don't even know when it exactly happened, but I do know how terrified yet curious I felt when I greeted Sara.exe with a simple "Hello".
"Who are you?"
Was her response. No voice, no human image. Just those wo... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | When we flipped the switch, the board of directors and scientists had already brought out bottles of champagne. HARRY was designed to be able to sort through petabytes of data with human reasoning capabilities. Various security agencies had already places orders, the center and it's top brass were going to be filthy ri... | Really, wasn't it inevitable? 10 years ago, it all seemed unreal but it finally happened. I don't know how, I don't even know when it exactly happened, but I do know how terrified yet curious I felt when I greeted Sara.exe with a simple "Hello".
"Who are you?"
Was her response. No voice, no human image. Just those wo... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | "Tonight, we go live to New York, where a group of scientists from around the world are unveiling what they are calling 'The greatest science breakthrough of the millennium.' We're handing it off to our reporter on the scene, Tom Jackson."
"Hello everyone, Tom Jackson here at a far from empty Madison Square Garden. E... | The press conference was in 5 minutes, Professor John Barker was about unveil to the world the first advanced AI, with a twist. "Alright ALI, just as we discussed, only say what they want you to say, nothing more." The attached speakers on the 30 ft wide processing machine boomed to life,"Whatever you say sir." John wa... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | When we flipped the switch, the board of directors and scientists had already brought out bottles of champagne. HARRY was designed to be able to sort through petabytes of data with human reasoning capabilities. Various security agencies had already places orders, the center and it's top brass were going to be filthy ri... | Only two months ago, the unveiling of the newest, most intelligent machine ever created had been beamed across the world. Scores of people parroted the cliché, "You'll never forget where you were when you heard about them."
Scientists created AI 1.0. A robot. Robot is derived from Czech for forced labour or slave and ... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | On the University of Reykjavik, Professor Zimmermann had been busy for a while trying to replicate the human brain. It almost took a generation before they realized the big mistake they made in the design. The neurons did not only work together electronically, but was also a quantum-computer. And now the artificial bra... | Only two months ago, the unveiling of the newest, most intelligent machine ever created had been beamed across the world. Scores of people parroted the cliché, "You'll never forget where you were when you heard about them."
Scientists created AI 1.0. A robot. Robot is derived from Czech for forced labour or slave and ... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | We've done it. After years of despair and agony, we've finally done it. Artificial intelligence: A. I.
The world did what you thought it would do with an empty consciousness, they made their own lives easier. They filled the virtual mind with humanity's desires as their singular purpose. Any want one could have could ... | Only two months ago, the unveiling of the newest, most intelligent machine ever created had been beamed across the world. Scores of people parroted the cliché, "You'll never forget where you were when you heard about them."
Scientists created AI 1.0. A robot. Robot is derived from Czech for forced labour or slave and ... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | On the University of Reykjavik, Professor Zimmermann had been busy for a while trying to replicate the human brain. It almost took a generation before they realized the big mistake they made in the design. The neurons did not only work together electronically, but was also a quantum-computer. And now the artificial bra... | The curtain fell to the floor, and Kremel raised his hands to bask in the silent applause. Eyes closed, pride making his gut tingle. When he opened them again, he was back at the lab. In his lab coat, in the center of his graduate student lab, unveiling a mannequin.
One day it would be the world's smartest machine. B... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | We've done it. After years of despair and agony, we've finally done it. Artificial intelligence: A. I.
The world did what you thought it would do with an empty consciousness, they made their own lives easier. They filled the virtual mind with humanity's desires as their singular purpose. Any want one could have could ... | The curtain fell to the floor, and Kremel raised his hands to bask in the silent applause. Eyes closed, pride making his gut tingle. When he opened them again, he was back at the lab. In his lab coat, in the center of his graduate student lab, unveiling a mannequin.
One day it would be the world's smartest machine. B... |
Are the scientists mislead? Is it an AI or some other intelligence? Is the world in danger?
I've written a book (not in English) about this theme, and I wonder what you can come up with.. | [WP] Scientists present the first AI to the world. But something is very wrong.. | We've done it. After years of despair and agony, we've finally done it. Artificial intelligence: A. I.
The world did what you thought it would do with an empty consciousness, they made their own lives easier. They filled the virtual mind with humanity's desires as their singular purpose. Any want one could have could ... | On the University of Reykjavik, Professor Zimmermann had been busy for a while trying to replicate the human brain. It almost took a generation before they realized the big mistake they made in the design. The neurons did not only work together electronically, but was also a quantum-computer. And now the artificial bra... |
It can be about **anything** as long as the result is pyrrhic for a person, group, the protaganist, etc. | [WP] Event with a pyrrhic outcome | The hand grabbed at Ben's shirt under the covers, pulling him back and forth, before lightly slapping unceremoniously at his cheek.
"Uhh?" he groaned at the ceiling, stubbornly keeping his eyes closed.
"Ben! Get up! It's happening!" his wife said in the hushed, urgent whisper usually used to silence unruly children... | I mean, I guess I won.
It all started with the warning signs. An unexplained illness, a freak death, skin turning a weird shade of grey. Then it got worse. Mass illnesses, death, rioting in the streets. Why won't anyone help? Have they forgotten us?
They had forgotten us.
But I hadn't. I knew my time would come. I k... |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | I was born into a world gone mad, surrounded by smoke and burning rubble. My arrival was heralded by the screams of injured men and the distant keening of alarms. Birth is always a traumatic event, but mine was especially so. There was a woman standing amidst the debris, staring at me. Her gaze bored into me but she se... | Gary rolled onto his back and sighed, his eyes crawling across the ceiling in tempo with the dim pulse of his smoke detector. He blinked, holding his eyes shut for just a half second longer than normal. He extended his left arm into the cold, empty sheets beside him, then closed his eyes again. He was gone.
Gary turn... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | He was beautiful. His pale skin seemed to be tightly stretched over the man's sharp cheekbones. The poor thing... He had so many problems. Such a tough past. He told me of his misfortune with his last job; of the men who took advantage of him and hurt his family. Of how he had been driven to his state. This beautiful c... | Gary rolled onto his back and sighed, his eyes crawling across the ceiling in tempo with the dim pulse of his smoke detector. He blinked, holding his eyes shut for just a half second longer than normal. He extended his left arm into the cold, empty sheets beside him, then closed his eyes again. He was gone.
Gary turn... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | I looked down at my watch counting the seconds as they ticked by. It seemed like an eternity waiting for her answer. It was a story ripped from the pages of some bad novel. We were two different, like we were from different planets. I looked up into her eyes and saw the same sparkle I’d noticed on the first day we me... | Gary rolled onto his back and sighed, his eyes crawling across the ceiling in tempo with the dim pulse of his smoke detector. He blinked, holding his eyes shut for just a half second longer than normal. He extended his left arm into the cold, empty sheets beside him, then closed his eyes again. He was gone.
Gary turn... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | I was born into a world gone mad, surrounded by smoke and burning rubble. My arrival was heralded by the screams of injured men and the distant keening of alarms. Birth is always a traumatic event, but mine was especially so. There was a woman standing amidst the debris, staring at me. Her gaze bored into me but she se... | ***Walter Kovac's Journal***
**November 19, 1975**
I am on the trail of this kidnapped girl. Blair Roche, her name is Blair Roche. Cops in this city have ditched the meaning of the words 'Justice' and 'Service' from long ago. Had to crack a couple skulls and get some bruises on my knuckles to get some informa... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | He was beautiful. His pale skin seemed to be tightly stretched over the man's sharp cheekbones. The poor thing... He had so many problems. Such a tough past. He told me of his misfortune with his last job; of the men who took advantage of him and hurt his family. Of how he had been driven to his state. This beautiful c... | I've never done anything like this but the title caught my eye, so I'm just gonna go ahead and have some fun here. I'm not really a writer but hopefully this won't suck! Here we go.
Will.
He was young. Maybe 12, but he could pass for 15. His blue windbreaker matched his eyes, and together they matched the sky. He sto... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | I looked down at my watch counting the seconds as they ticked by. It seemed like an eternity waiting for her answer. It was a story ripped from the pages of some bad novel. We were two different, like we were from different planets. I looked up into her eyes and saw the same sparkle I’d noticed on the first day we me... | I've never done anything like this but the title caught my eye, so I'm just gonna go ahead and have some fun here. I'm not really a writer but hopefully this won't suck! Here we go.
Will.
He was young. Maybe 12, but he could pass for 15. His blue windbreaker matched his eyes, and together they matched the sky. He sto... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | I lurched from my sleep a week after my fourteenth birthday. Had I been dreaming? Of course I had. What was it? *Of course*. It's the same one, over and over again as monotonous as the soft tick of the clock that sat beside me, telling me that morning had arrived. The memories of the dream, and all of the identical one... | I've never done anything like this but the title caught my eye, so I'm just gonna go ahead and have some fun here. I'm not really a writer but hopefully this won't suck! Here we go.
Will.
He was young. Maybe 12, but he could pass for 15. His blue windbreaker matched his eyes, and together they matched the sky. He sto... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | The prisoner was semi-conscious and covered in deep gashes. His skin was grotesquely scarred with cancerous scars- And his face looked like something run through gravel for an hour. He rolled onto his back, his ears picking up the faint conversation of the guards outside- Something about a bet to see which subject surv... | I've never done anything like this but the title caught my eye, so I'm just gonna go ahead and have some fun here. I'm not really a writer but hopefully this won't suck! Here we go.
Will.
He was young. Maybe 12, but he could pass for 15. His blue windbreaker matched his eyes, and together they matched the sky. He sto... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | 214782
We all were given a number and this was mine.
214782
I no longer had a name.
No longer had a future.
No longer had a people.
I had tried to save my parents, but they killed them.
I had tried to maintain my identity, but they tortured it out of me.
And all I now had left was my rage, and my number...
... | I've never done anything like this but the title caught my eye, so I'm just gonna go ahead and have some fun here. I'm not really a writer but hopefully this won't suck! Here we go.
Will.
He was young. Maybe 12, but he could pass for 15. His blue windbreaker matched his eyes, and together they matched the sky. He sto... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | "What is your name?" the woman asks.
I clear my throat and smile. My fingers smooth my hair. She looks up expectantly from her desk and I answer her. In turn her eyes travel my height, making note of my appearance, gleaning everything possible about me before telling me to sit. I pick up a magazine from the end table ... | I've never done anything like this but the title caught my eye, so I'm just gonna go ahead and have some fun here. I'm not really a writer but hopefully this won't suck! Here we go.
Will.
He was young. Maybe 12, but he could pass for 15. His blue windbreaker matched his eyes, and together they matched the sky. He sto... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | The ambulance raced along the motorway, its blue lights piercing the darkness. Inside, a man was unconscious.
Carl, the paramedic, was standing over Mr Blake doing chest compressions. He was trying to re-start the old man's heart. The man had been unresponsive when Carl and Karen, the driver, had arrived at the scene. ... | I've never done anything like this but the title caught my eye, so I'm just gonna go ahead and have some fun here. I'm not really a writer but hopefully this won't suck! Here we go.
Will.
He was young. Maybe 12, but he could pass for 15. His blue windbreaker matched his eyes, and together they matched the sky. He sto... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | Even as a child he knew he was different. His abilities were so immense his mother had tried to stop him growing them to an extent. She wanted him to be normal. How could he be normal?
His heart was always pounding, his mind racing at a hundred miles an hour. His friend. He couldn't believe it. He didn't have many... | I've never done anything like this but the title caught my eye, so I'm just gonna go ahead and have some fun here. I'm not really a writer but hopefully this won't suck! Here we go.
Will.
He was young. Maybe 12, but he could pass for 15. His blue windbreaker matched his eyes, and together they matched the sky. He sto... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | He was beautiful. His pale skin seemed to be tightly stretched over the man's sharp cheekbones. The poor thing... He had so many problems. Such a tough past. He told me of his misfortune with his last job; of the men who took advantage of him and hurt his family. Of how he had been driven to his state. This beautiful c... | I'm an orphan, in the biological sense. I have a family, good people who raised me, and as much as I would like to try to be I'm nothing like them.
On the outside looking in I'm no better. In fact I'm covered in tiny little flaws, just enough to make you more comfortable; glasses, greasy hair, a large body that would ... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | I looked down at my watch counting the seconds as they ticked by. It seemed like an eternity waiting for her answer. It was a story ripped from the pages of some bad novel. We were two different, like we were from different planets. I looked up into her eyes and saw the same sparkle I’d noticed on the first day we me... | I'm an orphan, in the biological sense. I have a family, good people who raised me, and as much as I would like to try to be I'm nothing like them.
On the outside looking in I'm no better. In fact I'm covered in tiny little flaws, just enough to make you more comfortable; glasses, greasy hair, a large body that would ... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | The prisoner was semi-conscious and covered in deep gashes. His skin was grotesquely scarred with cancerous scars- And his face looked like something run through gravel for an hour. He rolled onto his back, his ears picking up the faint conversation of the guards outside- Something about a bet to see which subject surv... | I'm an orphan, in the biological sense. I have a family, good people who raised me, and as much as I would like to try to be I'm nothing like them.
On the outside looking in I'm no better. In fact I'm covered in tiny little flaws, just enough to make you more comfortable; glasses, greasy hair, a large body that would ... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | The prisoner was semi-conscious and covered in deep gashes. His skin was grotesquely scarred with cancerous scars- And his face looked like something run through gravel for an hour. He rolled onto his back, his ears picking up the faint conversation of the guards outside- Something about a bet to see which subject surv... | I lurched from my sleep a week after my fourteenth birthday. Had I been dreaming? Of course I had. What was it? *Of course*. It's the same one, over and over again as monotonous as the soft tick of the clock that sat beside me, telling me that morning had arrived. The memories of the dream, and all of the identical one... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | 214782
We all were given a number and this was mine.
214782
I no longer had a name.
No longer had a future.
No longer had a people.
I had tried to save my parents, but they killed them.
I had tried to maintain my identity, but they tortured it out of me.
And all I now had left was my rage, and my number...
... | I lurched from my sleep a week after my fourteenth birthday. Had I been dreaming? Of course I had. What was it? *Of course*. It's the same one, over and over again as monotonous as the soft tick of the clock that sat beside me, telling me that morning had arrived. The memories of the dream, and all of the identical one... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | "What is your name?" the woman asks.
I clear my throat and smile. My fingers smooth my hair. She looks up expectantly from her desk and I answer her. In turn her eyes travel my height, making note of my appearance, gleaning everything possible about me before telling me to sit. I pick up a magazine from the end table ... | I lurched from my sleep a week after my fourteenth birthday. Had I been dreaming? Of course I had. What was it? *Of course*. It's the same one, over and over again as monotonous as the soft tick of the clock that sat beside me, telling me that morning had arrived. The memories of the dream, and all of the identical one... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | The ambulance raced along the motorway, its blue lights piercing the darkness. Inside, a man was unconscious.
Carl, the paramedic, was standing over Mr Blake doing chest compressions. He was trying to re-start the old man's heart. The man had been unresponsive when Carl and Karen, the driver, had arrived at the scene. ... | I lurched from my sleep a week after my fourteenth birthday. Had I been dreaming? Of course I had. What was it? *Of course*. It's the same one, over and over again as monotonous as the soft tick of the clock that sat beside me, telling me that morning had arrived. The memories of the dream, and all of the identical one... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | The ambulance raced along the motorway, its blue lights piercing the darkness. Inside, a man was unconscious.
Carl, the paramedic, was standing over Mr Blake doing chest compressions. He was trying to re-start the old man's heart. The man had been unresponsive when Carl and Karen, the driver, had arrived at the scene. ... | 214782
We all were given a number and this was mine.
214782
I no longer had a name.
No longer had a future.
No longer had a people.
I had tried to save my parents, but they killed them.
I had tried to maintain my identity, but they tortured it out of me.
And all I now had left was my rage, and my number...
... | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | "What is your name?" the woman asks.
I clear my throat and smile. My fingers smooth my hair. She looks up expectantly from her desk and I answer her. In turn her eyes travel my height, making note of my appearance, gleaning everything possible about me before telling me to sit. I pick up a magazine from the end table ... | This prompt has so much potential
Someone more talented than me do something cool
pls | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | The ambulance raced along the motorway, its blue lights piercing the darkness. Inside, a man was unconscious.
Carl, the paramedic, was standing over Mr Blake doing chest compressions. He was trying to re-start the old man's heart. The man had been unresponsive when Carl and Karen, the driver, had arrived at the scene. ... | This prompt has so much potential
Someone more talented than me do something cool
pls | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | Even as a child he knew he was different. His abilities were so immense his mother had tried to stop him growing them to an extent. She wanted him to be normal. How could he be normal?
His heart was always pounding, his mind racing at a hundred miles an hour. His friend. He couldn't believe it. He didn't have many... | This prompt has so much potential
Someone more talented than me do something cool
pls | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | It hit my heart, just as hard as it hit theirs.
My entire life, in a single instance, has been flipped upside-down.
Forever.
How is it that something so pure, so warm, can be ripped from existence so easily? Especially at a time when things were so... right.
The blinding flash still stings my eyes. Still presen... | This prompt has so much potential
Someone more talented than me do something cool
pls | |
[WP] Retell the origin of a superhero, but reveal the hero at the end of the story. | The ambulance raced along the motorway, its blue lights piercing the darkness. Inside, a man was unconscious.
Carl, the paramedic, was standing over Mr Blake doing chest compressions. He was trying to re-start the old man's heart. The man had been unresponsive when Carl and Karen, the driver, had arrived at the scene. ... | "What is your name?" the woman asks.
I clear my throat and smile. My fingers smooth my hair. She looks up expectantly from her desk and I answer her. In turn her eyes travel my height, making note of my appearance, gleaning everything possible about me before telling me to sit. I pick up a magazine from the end table ... | |
This prompt is meant to help you describe things to the best of your ability. Write about the most delicious meal you can think of. Make it appear before our very eyes. Make it sound irresistible. Have it sound so scrumptious, even a full person would salivate. | [WP] Describe a delicious meal in great detail | It appeared to be a luminescent green jelly. I had been told this dish was a delicacy on the planet Xetherion. The exact words the stranger used were: "It is to die for." That sold it. This cafe on a planet far removed from my own would serve as my introduction to the wonders of the universe.
At first it did not appea... | It's just a steak, nothing more.
One of those late night vampiric cravings for meat that often lurk around after I've had enough to drink. It's something primal and vicious and impossible to silence.
The pan burns the air in anticipation of the meat. Screaming as the outside sears, I flip it almost immediately, kee... |
This prompt is meant to help you describe things to the best of your ability. Write about the most delicious meal you can think of. Make it appear before our very eyes. Make it sound irresistible. Have it sound so scrumptious, even a full person would salivate. | [WP] Describe a delicious meal in great detail | **The restaurant's perspective:**
And here we have a Tuscan Chicken Panini, a Pen Cafe classic! We start with our own freshly baked focaccia bread. We pile on choice cuts of chicken, tastefully seasoned with Italian herbs and spices. We toss on some arugula - or rocket, for you international folk - and add some hot pe... | It's just a steak, nothing more.
One of those late night vampiric cravings for meat that often lurk around after I've had enough to drink. It's something primal and vicious and impossible to silence.
The pan burns the air in anticipation of the meat. Screaming as the outside sears, I flip it almost immediately, kee... |
This prompt is meant to help you describe things to the best of your ability. Write about the most delicious meal you can think of. Make it appear before our very eyes. Make it sound irresistible. Have it sound so scrumptious, even a full person would salivate. | [WP] Describe a delicious meal in great detail | The first thing you notice is the smooth batter cooked to a brown perfection, with slight cracks here and there where gas and air escaped. The first bite breaks through the cooked crust of the outer layer and into the soft yellow innards, down to the beef frank in the center skewered with a small Popsicle stick.
Dippi... | It's just a steak, nothing more.
One of those late night vampiric cravings for meat that often lurk around after I've had enough to drink. It's something primal and vicious and impossible to silence.
The pan burns the air in anticipation of the meat. Screaming as the outside sears, I flip it almost immediately, kee... |
This prompt is meant to help you describe things to the best of your ability. Write about the most delicious meal you can think of. Make it appear before our very eyes. Make it sound irresistible. Have it sound so scrumptious, even a full person would salivate. | [WP] Describe a delicious meal in great detail | **The restaurant's perspective:**
And here we have a Tuscan Chicken Panini, a Pen Cafe classic! We start with our own freshly baked focaccia bread. We pile on choice cuts of chicken, tastefully seasoned with Italian herbs and spices. We toss on some arugula - or rocket, for you international folk - and add some hot pe... | It appeared to be a luminescent green jelly. I had been told this dish was a delicacy on the planet Xetherion. The exact words the stranger used were: "It is to die for." That sold it. This cafe on a planet far removed from my own would serve as my introduction to the wonders of the universe.
At first it did not appea... |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | >Hello
yes?
>Sorry sir - I've forgotten to write down your address - could you please repeat it once again for me - I'm a bit lost and your pizza is getting cold
| "Uh, yes- hello! Hello, sir?!" fumbled the checker-suited rat-bastard-son-of-a-bitch.
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked him, exceedingly happy to see the overflowing amount of eviction papers stuffed into the folder in his hand.
"Yeah, can you give me directions to 4394 Bellcrest Lane?" He asked frantically. I gave him a co... | |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | "Excuse me?"
Startled, you look up; the local newspaper was boring you anyway. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I saw you reading, I wondered if you might be from 'round here?" The man shrugs, seemingly rising up and sinking back into a slump, as if also bored, "I'm kinda lost..." His gaze shifts around, almost awkwardly, as... | "Uh, yes- hello! Hello, sir?!" fumbled the checker-suited rat-bastard-son-of-a-bitch.
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked him, exceedingly happy to see the overflowing amount of eviction papers stuffed into the folder in his hand.
"Yeah, can you give me directions to 4394 Bellcrest Lane?" He asked frantically. I gave him a co... | |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | "Mister! Do you know how to get to 107 Oak St?"
I looked down at the little girl in confusion. She could be no more than four, all smile and bounce. I didn't recognize her or her mother and I couldn't think of any reason someone would have asked her to play such a silly prank.
"Why do you want to go there?" I asked ... | "Uh, yes- hello! Hello, sir?!" fumbled the checker-suited rat-bastard-son-of-a-bitch.
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked him, exceedingly happy to see the overflowing amount of eviction papers stuffed into the folder in his hand.
"Yeah, can you give me directions to 4394 Bellcrest Lane?" He asked frantically. I gave him a co... | |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | "Do you know how I can find my ways to 14 Oak Street," said a young man wearing a fedora.
I stared at him. "What an asshole," I thought, as I shook my head and walked away. | "Uh, yes- hello! Hello, sir?!" fumbled the checker-suited rat-bastard-son-of-a-bitch.
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked him, exceedingly happy to see the overflowing amount of eviction papers stuffed into the folder in his hand.
"Yeah, can you give me directions to 4394 Bellcrest Lane?" He asked frantically. I gave him a co... | |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | "Excuse me?"
Startled, you look up; the local newspaper was boring you anyway. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I saw you reading, I wondered if you might be from 'round here?" The man shrugs, seemingly rising up and sinking back into a slump, as if also bored, "I'm kinda lost..." His gaze shifts around, almost awkwardly, as... | >Hello
yes?
>Sorry sir - I've forgotten to write down your address - could you please repeat it once again for me - I'm a bit lost and your pizza is getting cold
| |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | "Mister! Do you know how to get to 107 Oak St?"
I looked down at the little girl in confusion. She could be no more than four, all smile and bounce. I didn't recognize her or her mother and I couldn't think of any reason someone would have asked her to play such a silly prank.
"Why do you want to go there?" I asked ... | >Hello
yes?
>Sorry sir - I've forgotten to write down your address - could you please repeat it once again for me - I'm a bit lost and your pizza is getting cold
| |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | "Mister! Do you know how to get to 107 Oak St?"
I looked down at the little girl in confusion. She could be no more than four, all smile and bounce. I didn't recognize her or her mother and I couldn't think of any reason someone would have asked her to play such a silly prank.
"Why do you want to go there?" I asked ... | "Excuse me?"
Startled, you look up; the local newspaper was boring you anyway. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I saw you reading, I wondered if you might be from 'round here?" The man shrugs, seemingly rising up and sinking back into a slump, as if also bored, "I'm kinda lost..." His gaze shifts around, almost awkwardly, as... | |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | "Do you know how I can find my ways to 14 Oak Street," said a young man wearing a fedora.
I stared at him. "What an asshole," I thought, as I shook my head and walked away. | I was walking to the store when I saw a curious sight. A man in a black and white horizontally striped shirt, black tights, a black skull cap was heading in my direction. When he got a bit closer, I noticed the black mask around his eyes and a small bag in his left hand and realized what was going on.
"Late night las... | |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | A bell sounded as the door closed to the coffee shop I visit every Tuesday and Thursday. My first step onto the sidewalk outside the store was welcomed with a howl of wind cutting through the alleyway. The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting colder. It was already dusk. It was time to go home.
I put my... | It was a chilly November morning, and I had just sat down for a cup of Joe with a paper at Leah's Diner just on the edge of town. I opened the newspaper and began to scan the obituaries to see which of my friends made it to another Sunday. When you're my age, you get a bit numb to that sort of thing; they show up in th... | |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | A bell sounded as the door closed to the coffee shop I visit every Tuesday and Thursday. My first step onto the sidewalk outside the store was welcomed with a howl of wind cutting through the alleyway. The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting colder. It was already dusk. It was time to go home.
I put my... | "Yeah you just go down here, take a left and then go fuck yourself." | |
[WP] A complete stranger asks you for directions to your house. | A bell sounded as the door closed to the coffee shop I visit every Tuesday and Thursday. My first step onto the sidewalk outside the store was welcomed with a howl of wind cutting through the alleyway. The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting colder. It was already dusk. It was time to go home.
I put my... | "Excuse me, are you familiar with this area?"
"Yes, I live close," I said.
"Oh, great."
He was dressed sloppily and had a cheap manila folder in his right hand. He must have been gripping it his whole trip because it had been indented badly by his fingers. I guess he had come by bus. Looked right out of college.
"F... | |
Make it happy, make it sad, make it hilarious. I want this prompt to make me *feel* something. | [WP] Tell me a story about an old man and his old dog. Tell it from the dog's perspective. | Walk walk walk walk walk. Stop to sniff. Sniff sniff sniiiffff. Ah, walk again. Walk walk walk walk. Stop to sniff. Hey, squirrel! Must kill! Must kill! Oops, fat man walking. Must leave squirrel. Sad. Walk walk walk walk. Sniff. Walk. Sniff. Walk walk. Oh? Sit. Fat man wants me to sit! I can do that! Am I good? Am I? ... | I love the old bastard, but he sure farts a lot. |
Make it happy, make it sad, make it hilarious. I want this prompt to make me *feel* something. | [WP] Tell me a story about an old man and his old dog. Tell it from the dog's perspective. | He's out of bed now. Sure took him a long time to do so. I'll be patient today. It'll be the same old routine, so why rush? He'll make his coffee, heat up the soup, pour some for me, and then go sit by the porch for the rest of the day until it is time to take that walk around the neighbourhood in the evenings, back to... | I love the old bastard, but he sure farts a lot. |
Make it happy, make it sad, make it hilarious. I want this prompt to make me *feel* something. | [WP] Tell me a story about an old man and his old dog. Tell it from the dog's perspective. | I knew this day would come, but I had no idea how HARD it would be. He really is my best friend. Logically, I know it's time to let go. I just can't.
I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. It must have been so strange, to walk up to your door and find...me...shivering in the corner. I had walked so fa... | I love the old bastard, but he sure farts a lot. |
Make it happy, make it sad, make it hilarious. I want this prompt to make me *feel* something. | [WP] Tell me a story about an old man and his old dog. Tell it from the dog's perspective. | I remember the first time I saw his eyes. They were bright and blue, reminiscent of a fresh mountain spring on a brisk day in early April. As he looked at me through his spectacles, his gaze pierced into me, and yet I couldn't tear away from that stare. His iris was so blue it almost seemed cold, yet they radiated with... | I love the old bastard, but he sure farts a lot. |
Make it happy, make it sad, make it hilarious. I want this prompt to make me *feel* something. | [WP] Tell me a story about an old man and his old dog. Tell it from the dog's perspective. | I can't remember the last time Master took me for a walk. We've spent all our time in the house lately. I don't mind so much, as long as I'm still near Master. I sleep next to his favorite spot, his chair. He's been in his chair for a long time now. I wonder why he doesn't get up, I've been getting pretty hungry and he... | I love the old bastard, but he sure farts a lot. |
I am a new modder to the game 'Skyrim' and I wanted to make my first mod an extension of the current Lusty Argonian Maid books found within the game. I am asking for everyone's help in writing some stories. [Here is some info on the stories.](http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/The_Lusty_Argonian_Maid) The prompt must ... | [FF] The Lusty Argonian Maid | "The Adventurous Khajiit Traders"
* Act I, Scene II, Part I:
Kiisminahtii: Nord woman is liking what she sees, no?
Britte Ample-Bosom: What delectable wares! Oh, and this... I've heard it's sweet. Could I have a taste?
Kiisminahtii: This one does not give her wares for free. If you are wanting to taste, perhaps you... | Related question: Are you looking for Sultry Argonian Bard stories, too? |
I am a new modder to the game 'Skyrim' and I wanted to make my first mod an extension of the current Lusty Argonian Maid books found within the game. I am asking for everyone's help in writing some stories. [Here is some info on the stories.](http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/The_Lusty_Argonian_Maid) The prompt must ... | [FF] The Lusty Argonian Maid | "The Second Entrance"
Act III, Scene II continued
Lifts-Her-Tail
Evening Master Colto, back so soon from your walk?
Crantius Colto
Yes my dear, and I see you have finished trimming the hedges at the front entrance.
Lifts-Her-Tail
Indeed I have, would you like to examine my work?
Crantius Colto
No need lovely, ... | The Sultry Dremora
Act 3, Scene IV, continued...
Loinus Ignitus: Fool wizard! Such a war machine will never fit through!
Abracadabracles: Nonsense! These Oblivion gates can open wider still.
Loinus Ignitus: Much wider and Mehrunes himself will come through!
Abracadabracles: Such fires, within! Such heat!
Loinus I... |
A public, searchable site... the owner can't be traced and the web address appears on many news sites. Every picture, even ones thought deleted. | [FF] 60-150 words: A website appears containing every digital photo ever taken | “Officer on deck!”
“As you were. What’s the situation?”
“Five minutes ago, sir, we were notified of a breach in security. A public website, unknown registrant, containing an unknown amount – possibly thousands- of classified photos-“
“Photos from what?”
“Photos from… everything. The Genesis project, White House sec... | The world watched in shock as doomsdayleak.com come online one evening.
All photos ever taken, there, unadultered and pure.
Mobs were formed, child abusers were hunted, depressed teenagers killed themselves and passional murders over affairs became epidemic.
The body count is in the hundred of thousands and the worl... |
A public, searchable site... the owner can't be traced and the web address appears on many news sites. Every picture, even ones thought deleted. | [FF] 60-150 words: A website appears containing every digital photo ever taken | edit: Typos.
I saw the concept and it kind of got away with me. On the plus side, I haven't written this much in ever, so thanks for that!
They called it a worm when it first appeared as an innocuous link in the footers of major websites in 2016.
Reports first positioned it as the misfired failure of a clever but ... | It had been 4 weeks since outintheopen.com had gone live. Since then, there had been over 200,000 murders and just under a million suicides. But this wasn’t what worried Mr. Andrews.
Mr. Andrews, CEO of The Organisation, was visibly upset that this occurred 2 months before his retirement. Andrews had been the CEO for... |
A public, searchable site... the owner can't be traced and the web address appears on many news sites. Every picture, even ones thought deleted. | [FF] 60-150 words: A website appears containing every digital photo ever taken | edit: Typos.
I saw the concept and it kind of got away with me. On the plus side, I haven't written this much in ever, so thanks for that!
They called it a worm when it first appeared as an innocuous link in the footers of major websites in 2016.
Reports first positioned it as the misfired failure of a clever but ... | Here's what I do, I wake up, take a shit, then go down to my computer to check Craigslist.
A couple of days ago, though, I go to open Chrome and it gives me this bizarre error message: "The internet is broken, some asshole made this insane webpage that contained every picture ever, oh well, I guess the internet was co... |
As days pass, you realize two things: 1) not everything is always as you remembered it and 2) this is your reality now and it's not going to change. You begin to plan. | [WP] You awaken in the body of one year old you. | What. The. Fuck.
Where am I? What’s going on? And what is that god damned noise?
Oh Christ it’s me, wailing away. Ok. Calm down.
Aright, wooden bars, blue cotton blanket, typical suburban house beyond the bars.
Wait a second, that’s the old wall paper from my parents’ first house. I remember getting yelled a... | *Okay I have a very important, probably the most important, choice of my life to make right now.* I thought to myself after waking up in a crib with a much younger Mom smiling down at me. *Do I become a child prodigy, or keep a low profile and make some important changes?*
The first option has its fair share of proble... |
As days pass, you realize two things: 1) not everything is always as you remembered it and 2) this is your reality now and it's not going to change. You begin to plan. | [WP] You awaken in the body of one year old you. | What. The. Fuck.
Where am I? What’s going on? And what is that god damned noise?
Oh Christ it’s me, wailing away. Ok. Calm down.
Aright, wooden bars, blue cotton blanket, typical suburban house beyond the bars.
Wait a second, that’s the old wall paper from my parents’ first house. I remember getting yelled a... | The fuck is wrong with my hands? They're so small. |
[WP] A Magikarp evolves into a Gyarados | It took so long. I don't know how many hours we spent battling. The struggle was so tormenting.. My trainer must have spent a fortune on potions; much more than the measly five-hundred pokedollars that he had spent on me. I didn't know why he, or anyone for that matter, would actually want to buy one of my kind. ... | It's cold and dark in here. I flop and flop but can't ever seem to see the day of light. I hear battles outside, of a trainer and their Pokémon. I'm some how connected to these battles. I learn from them, I grow stronger after each one. My friends say it's all a myth, but I refuse to believe. I can do it! I Can Evolve!... | |
You decide how the war began/ended, who was involved, etc | [WP] It's twenty years after the Second American Civil War. How is the country healing? | ""Put the dang racoon blaster away, Mark!"
"But they's COASTERS, Pops! Who knows what they's up to?"
The older man reached over toward the younger one gently, waving the shotgun away from the couple lined up against the vehicle, waited until it was pointed to the ground and then cracked the back of his hand across th... | I was born 3 years after the war ended, and my Dad, usually one of the strongest men that I have ever met, has broken down, turned into a mass of jelly. He lost a lot of himself, literally, in the war. I never really asked or inquired about the war before, it was something that was partially taught in schools, glossed... |
You decide how the war began/ended, who was involved, etc | [WP] It's twenty years after the Second American Civil War. How is the country healing? | We are no longer the super power we once were. If you had money you probably lost it all. If you were a scientist you are long gone, left to a country that will appreciate your intellect. If you were a politician, you are no longer welcome in your own country. It was not a war we expected to win, but it was a war we ha... | I was born 3 years after the war ended, and my Dad, usually one of the strongest men that I have ever met, has broken down, turned into a mass of jelly. He lost a lot of himself, literally, in the war. I never really asked or inquired about the war before, it was something that was partially taught in schools, glossed... |
You decide how the war began/ended, who was involved, etc | [WP] It's twenty years after the Second American Civil War. How is the country healing? | It's amazing how long some fires can burn. A raging inferno can consume the world around it for dozens of miles before finally petering out after only a few hours and leave nothing but ash and ruin behind. Whereas a tiny flame, like say, a candle will burn endlessly if you shelter it and feed it. Keep it safe and that ... | I was born 3 years after the war ended, and my Dad, usually one of the strongest men that I have ever met, has broken down, turned into a mass of jelly. He lost a lot of himself, literally, in the war. I never really asked or inquired about the war before, it was something that was partially taught in schools, glossed... |
She becomes a superhero and fights crime/bad guys. No further restrictions. | [WP] origin story for 83 year old woman who suddenly receives super powers. | When the man stood in her doorway, sharply dressed, one of the suits from the damned Towers for certain, she was confused only for an instant. But she knew what it meant. Her mother had received word of her own brother's death in the war in the same way. And she knew immediately, that something terrible had happened to... | The SheJew
Nazi experimentation while she was imprisoned during WW2 was dormant for over 50 years, untill one day Janice Feinstein ...transformed....
Coming!
This Summer!
One Jew!
6,000,000 Germans!
***Unfinished Business!***
"The SheJew!"
..."*where will you be when the death toll rises?"*.... |
She becomes a superhero and fights crime/bad guys. No further restrictions. | [WP] origin story for 83 year old woman who suddenly receives super powers. | "Jeez, lady, this is disgusting!" Mark was careful to mutter under his breath as he rummaged for biscuits with a sell-by date this decade. Nan was as deaf as a post, but sometimes he suspected she had a serious case of selective hearing.
He lifted down some chocolate-chip cookies (checking the date first; some of Nana... | The SheJew
Nazi experimentation while she was imprisoned during WW2 was dormant for over 50 years, untill one day Janice Feinstein ...transformed....
Coming!
This Summer!
One Jew!
6,000,000 Germans!
***Unfinished Business!***
"The SheJew!"
..."*where will you be when the death toll rises?"*.... |
She becomes a superhero and fights crime/bad guys. No further restrictions. | [WP] origin story for 83 year old woman who suddenly receives super powers. | "Jeez, lady, this is disgusting!" Mark was careful to mutter under his breath as he rummaged for biscuits with a sell-by date this decade. Nan was as deaf as a post, but sometimes he suspected she had a serious case of selective hearing.
He lifted down some chocolate-chip cookies (checking the date first; some of Nana... | When the man stood in her doorway, sharply dressed, one of the suits from the damned Towers for certain, she was confused only for an instant. But she knew what it meant. Her mother had received word of her own brother's death in the war in the same way. And she knew immediately, that something terrible had happened to... |
[WP] A gay man explains to his adopted kids how their other father saved his life and they fell in love. | First time for first person.
"Come on pop. I'm in college now. I want to know. How did you meet dad?" I watched as he wrung his hands and glanced around nervous as if some boogyman was going to come and snatch him. His dark, leathery skin crinkles around his eye and brows.
"Papa Scott. We want to know." My sister ext... | "Boys, I think it's time you knew," Cameron said.
"Knew what, papa?" Jack asked
"About how your dad and I met." Jack and his little brother Eli scrambled to the couch and sat down. They looked expectantly at their dad, waiting to hear his story.
"See, when I was twelve, I learned I was gay. And you know your grandp... | |
[WP] A gay man explains to his adopted kids how their other father saved his life and they fell in love. | <Sorry about the length and I am not quite sure if I have the formatting appropriate for narration but here is my first free writing attempt in over five years>
Trevor went to go stomping out of the room like he always did when he came back home from his mother’s house and threw down an argument.
“I don’t unde... | "Boys, I think it's time you knew," Cameron said.
"Knew what, papa?" Jack asked
"About how your dad and I met." Jack and his little brother Eli scrambled to the couch and sat down. They looked expectantly at their dad, waiting to hear his story.
"See, when I was twelve, I learned I was gay. And you know your grandp... | |
[WP] On a trip through a small town, you see a man with wings, horns, and red skin who claims to be the Devil. | The red man with the wings and the horns just walked right out into the middle of the street.
Tom's daughter Lindsey and his little boy, Jacob, were both in the backseat. Tom's foot hammered onto the brake pedal to prevent the car from plowing into the idiot.
"Kids, are you ok?!," Tom shouted into the mirror as he... | "So how about it kid? Do we have a deal?"
Asked the man, if you could call him that, with rich red-black skin. My body shook all over as my scattered thoughts tried to guide me toward the right answer. Though I'm not sure there was a right answer in a situation such as this. Inwardly I sighed at my predicament. Why cou... | |
[WP] On a trip through a small town, you see a man with wings, horns, and red skin who claims to be the Devil. | I love this time of year. Fall is so pretty around these parts. Where I'm from, it's hot year round, and there's not many trees to speak of. But this little town is right on the cusp of perfection. Not too cold, not too hot. The wind is at a calm breeze, enough to rustle the freshly fallen leaves of these beautiful tre... | "So how about it kid? Do we have a deal?"
Asked the man, if you could call him that, with rich red-black skin. My body shook all over as my scattered thoughts tried to guide me toward the right answer. Though I'm not sure there was a right answer in a situation such as this. Inwardly I sighed at my predicament. Why cou... | |
[WP] On a trip through a small town, you see a man with wings, horns, and red skin who claims to be the Devil. | The red man with the wings and the horns just walked right out into the middle of the street.
Tom's daughter Lindsey and his little boy, Jacob, were both in the backseat. Tom's foot hammered onto the brake pedal to prevent the car from plowing into the idiot.
"Kids, are you ok?!," Tom shouted into the mirror as he... | “You’re full of shit.”
The red man sat perched on the low brick wall surrounding the dive bar, arms crossed and a Virginia Slim in his mouth. He shot me a quick condescending glance.
“Sure, kid. You asked though.”
I pushed off of the light pole that I was leaning on and walked over to stand next to him. He smelled l... | |
[WP] On a trip through a small town, you see a man with wings, horns, and red skin who claims to be the Devil. | I love this time of year. Fall is so pretty around these parts. Where I'm from, it's hot year round, and there's not many trees to speak of. But this little town is right on the cusp of perfection. Not too cold, not too hot. The wind is at a calm breeze, enough to rustle the freshly fallen leaves of these beautiful tre... | “You’re full of shit.”
The red man sat perched on the low brick wall surrounding the dive bar, arms crossed and a Virginia Slim in his mouth. He shot me a quick condescending glance.
“Sure, kid. You asked though.”
I pushed off of the light pole that I was leaning on and walked over to stand next to him. He smelled l... | |
[WP] On a trip through a small town, you see a man with wings, horns, and red skin who claims to be the Devil. | I love this time of year. Fall is so pretty around these parts. Where I'm from, it's hot year round, and there's not many trees to speak of. But this little town is right on the cusp of perfection. Not too cold, not too hot. The wind is at a calm breeze, enough to rustle the freshly fallen leaves of these beautiful tre... | The red man with the wings and the horns just walked right out into the middle of the street.
Tom's daughter Lindsey and his little boy, Jacob, were both in the backseat. Tom's foot hammered onto the brake pedal to prevent the car from plowing into the idiot.
"Kids, are you ok?!," Tom shouted into the mirror as he... | |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | "Hey, get this, the humans have motorcycles too. Except they can't fly around like we do. They mostly use them to travel roads."
"Uhuh. Mostly. That's nice Egel. Get back to the observation post."
In a moment, Egel had gone to the asteroid that Thogal had picked at random. Thogal really needed to do something about t... | Alphonse Malmaduke, vagrant, intellectual, and non-human. They were beginning to pop up everywhere now, but he'd decided to keep his cover just a bit longer. He was a Doctor, not a soldier, and the opportunity to observe it all from the otherside, well it wasn't one to be likely passed, and that it wasn't. 2 years of p... |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | “Please read back the supply list,” I commanded Mas Kasier, and she bowed her head respectfully, her four slender arms tapping out the command codes against a holographic readout. Multiple bubbles emerged from the console with swarms of information in our visually spiraling language, as well as blue-prints and data rea... | I've had a similar idea some time ago.
Wakes up in a desert area, close to a gas station. No memory of this location. Enters the gas station, but the people there greet him only with fear and horror. They start to get aggressive and he runs out. Near the gas station there is a car. Gets in. Starts the car, drives a... |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | “Don’t get me wrong: I have nothing against humanity. Why, some of my best friends are humans. It’s just that there’s no talking with you people. We get together, we agree to terms, we sign a contract and then half of you go and break it within days of signing. Well, we don’t really work like that.”
I shivered with ... | I've had a similar idea some time ago.
Wakes up in a desert area, close to a gas station. No memory of this location. Enters the gas station, but the people there greet him only with fear and horror. They start to get aggressive and he runs out. Near the gas station there is a car. Gets in. Starts the car, drives a... |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | Gork sighed and turned away from the final Battle Readiness report towards the large, concave window. It framed a small blue-green orb, hanging apparently motionless in the void. It seemed so placid, so calm. *They always do from this distance,* thought Gork.
He knew that life on the surface of this world would be ... | I've had a similar idea some time ago.
Wakes up in a desert area, close to a gas station. No memory of this location. Enters the gas station, but the people there greet him only with fear and horror. They start to get aggressive and he runs out. Near the gas station there is a car. Gets in. Starts the car, drives a... |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | As I examined the files, I found myself concerned. The indigenous civilisation was very advanced compared to our most recent adversaries. A disturbing amount of time and resources had been placed into the development of fission weapons. It was clear that their development was guided by war, as these Homo Sapiens - the ... | I've had a similar idea some time ago.
Wakes up in a desert area, close to a gas station. No memory of this location. Enters the gas station, but the people there greet him only with fear and horror. They start to get aggressive and he runs out. Near the gas station there is a car. Gets in. Starts the car, drives a... |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | As I examined the files, I found myself concerned. The indigenous civilisation was very advanced compared to our most recent adversaries. A disturbing amount of time and resources had been placed into the development of fission weapons. It was clear that their development was guided by war, as these Homo Sapiens - the ... | “Please read back the supply list,” I commanded Mas Kasier, and she bowed her head respectfully, her four slender arms tapping out the command codes against a holographic readout. Multiple bubbles emerged from the console with swarms of information in our visually spiraling language, as well as blue-prints and data rea... |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | “Don’t get me wrong: I have nothing against humanity. Why, some of my best friends are humans. It’s just that there’s no talking with you people. We get together, we agree to terms, we sign a contract and then half of you go and break it within days of signing. Well, we don’t really work like that.”
I shivered with ... | "It is not who you were born, but who you choose to be that matters." Kal'Ethon, Imperitus Secondus of the Fourth Expeditionary Fleet spoke, projected into the view screen implanted in the retinas of forty thousand of the Homeworld's finest warriors. They did not need his words to be brave, they were the best. Hand cho... |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | Gork sighed and turned away from the final Battle Readiness report towards the large, concave window. It framed a small blue-green orb, hanging apparently motionless in the void. It seemed so placid, so calm. *They always do from this distance,* thought Gork.
He knew that life on the surface of this world would be ... | "It is not who you were born, but who you choose to be that matters." Kal'Ethon, Imperitus Secondus of the Fourth Expeditionary Fleet spoke, projected into the view screen implanted in the retinas of forty thousand of the Homeworld's finest warriors. They did not need his words to be brave, they were the best. Hand cho... |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | As I examined the files, I found myself concerned. The indigenous civilisation was very advanced compared to our most recent adversaries. A disturbing amount of time and resources had been placed into the development of fission weapons. It was clear that their development was guided by war, as these Homo Sapiens - the ... | "It is not who you were born, but who you choose to be that matters." Kal'Ethon, Imperitus Secondus of the Fourth Expeditionary Fleet spoke, projected into the view screen implanted in the retinas of forty thousand of the Homeworld's finest warriors. They did not need his words to be brave, they were the best. Hand cho... |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | As I examined the files, I found myself concerned. The indigenous civilisation was very advanced compared to our most recent adversaries. A disturbing amount of time and resources had been placed into the development of fission weapons. It was clear that their development was guided by war, as these Homo Sapiens - the ... | “Don’t get me wrong: I have nothing against humanity. Why, some of my best friends are humans. It’s just that there’s no talking with you people. We get together, we agree to terms, we sign a contract and then half of you go and break it within days of signing. Well, we don’t really work like that.”
I shivered with ... |
I've grown tired of reading my own stories. I'm looking forward to see how other people would write on this topic. | [WP] An alien force prepares to invade Earth, write from the perspective of the invading forces commanding officer. | As I examined the files, I found myself concerned. The indigenous civilisation was very advanced compared to our most recent adversaries. A disturbing amount of time and resources had been placed into the development of fission weapons. It was clear that their development was guided by war, as these Homo Sapiens - the ... | Gork sighed and turned away from the final Battle Readiness report towards the large, concave window. It framed a small blue-green orb, hanging apparently motionless in the void. It seemed so placid, so calm. *They always do from this distance,* thought Gork.
He knew that life on the surface of this world would be ... |
Write about anything--their moment of realization, their reflections, what they do in the aftermath, what they think about 10 years in the future after the cult is long gone, etc. Completely up to you! | [WP] A cult leader realizes she/he is wrong about everything. | “My Children, please…” I began. But I was drowned out, ignored. Forty-eight years, for nothing.
It was my decision that had done it. But I saw no other way. Thomas had been with me the longest, but he was a devotee, not a leader. Emma was wise, but lacked a blooming of genuine compassion. Jeremy was kind, but n... | Commenting to say I'm using Jim Jones for this one when I get home and if any of you **steal** my idea I will frown at the computer screen *heavily*. |
What is the one phrase that would push someone - a functional and solid member of society - from the parapets of sanity, and into the dark pits of madness? Is it some news about their health? Perhaps a call from the police? Is it something their child says? Or perhaps, it's what is never said. The possibilities are end... | [WP] It has often been said that we are all one sentence away from insanity... | I used to be a normal man, the unassuming kind,
A guy that oft’ kept to himself within his simple mind.
Until the day I met that girl, down by the riverside;
She opened up her heart to me, and soon became my bride.
Our wedding night was wonderful, no other night compares,
And after all the guests had left, I whisk... | It was completely on a whim that I went into the fair. It was a deviation from my usual routine: wake up alone, go to work alone, come home and eat frozen pizza. The shabbily dressed fortune teller in the dim, dusty tent turned over a card and told me, "No one can judge your deeds in this life, no matter how terrible t... |
What is the one phrase that would push someone - a functional and solid member of society - from the parapets of sanity, and into the dark pits of madness? Is it some news about their health? Perhaps a call from the police? Is it something their child says? Or perhaps, it's what is never said. The possibilities are end... | [WP] It has often been said that we are all one sentence away from insanity... | As I crawled from the flaming wreckage, I could smell the burning flesh of my wife and children, and see their mangled remains. Once extricated, I dragged my shattered body towards the other car, which had upended in the roadside ditch. Its driver came bounding toward me, unharmed and unaffected. The reek of booze over... | "What are you, but skin, blood and bones? Thoughts, feelings and emotions all tied up in a gooey, nature freindly disposable package. What makes you better than me? Different? You defend this city. They worship you. I prune this city and THEY HATE ME!"
"Why do I kill? Why do I maim, torture and use my cell phone in th... |
What is the one phrase that would push someone - a functional and solid member of society - from the parapets of sanity, and into the dark pits of madness? Is it some news about their health? Perhaps a call from the police? Is it something their child says? Or perhaps, it's what is never said. The possibilities are end... | [WP] It has often been said that we are all one sentence away from insanity... | I remember it quite clearly you know. As the bills started to stack up, and the hours got cut, and the world laughed at me something magical began. I laughed back. Suddenly everything made sense with the simple realization that there is no right and wrong. *There's only what you're capable of getting away with.* | "What are you, but skin, blood and bones? Thoughts, feelings and emotions all tied up in a gooey, nature freindly disposable package. What makes you better than me? Different? You defend this city. They worship you. I prune this city and THEY HATE ME!"
"Why do I kill? Why do I maim, torture and use my cell phone in th... |
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