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	[WP] A humanoid race has just detected the Voyager probe entering its system.	14	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Ahh, Voyager. Lost voyaging in the emptiness of space, forever to be wandering, with no return. It's creation was the product of the childish mind of the human race. Their desire not to be alone had suppressed their logical thinking. Even though they knew that there was no one in the immediate circle of their solar system, they kept trying, and trying, and trying.\n\nMillenia after the inescapable end of the human race, the Voyager was still going. Although in terrible shape, beat up and scarred from the unforgiveness of space. Just then did Voyager find someone that could understand the messages and bring back their own.\n\nAs the Voyager descended in Kepler 186f, The Keplians found it.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Orbiting station 03 to the Kepler Space Agency, we found an UFO...\"\n\n\"Huh? We are calculating its trajectory. It seems to be heading towards the next town over. Could this finally be proof that we're not alone?\"\n\nThe Voyager crash landed in Kreoioper town. Immediate groups were sent to check the satellite.\n\n\"The aliens seem to be from Sol- 03.\"\n\n\"That was our most promising planet to have life. They seem to be advanced too. About our level. Considering how long this must have traveled for, they're probably at least interplanetary now.\"\n\n\"They've even left their own music and photos. They seem wonderful.\"\n\n\"We need to contact them via Radio. That's the only way of communication except for sending probes that we think they know.\"\n\nRushing to the contact center, the Keplians sent a radio signal directed to Earth. They eagerly awaited a response. Their new way of sending radio signals was FTL.\n\n\"Nothing? Not even consuming the radio waves? There's got to be something wrong. They should at least detect the waves.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAnd so the Keplians tried to contact a dead planet, always thinking they're \u0014the problem, that the humans were too good for them, but in reality, it was the humans that were not good enough them.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;", "Voyager had done it. it had escaped the pull of Sol.\n\nIt kept going. Beyond the Solar system and into interstellar space. \n\nMillennia passed. its instruments failed and its connection to Earth faded. But its message endured. It carried Humanity’s presence to the stars.\n\nNow it had finally found an audience. \n\nA world similar to our own, only now having just touched the surface of the Universe and taking their first steps into it\n\nand they had noticed Voyager.\n\n____\n\n \n\nThe newscaster sat straight at his desk with a serious expression, his large eyes staring intently at the camera\n“we have received direct confirmation from the Administration of Cosmic Endeavours, that the Celestial body intercepted last month by A.C.E astronauts was indeed a extraterrestrial device of some sort. \n\nWe now go live to A.C.E Director Yima in the Capital.\n\n“We can confirm it as alien technology. An international team of linguists, mathematicians and engineers have analysed the probes cargo and the information therein that they have deduced it is intended to be found.\n\nit is full of information about their species, their planet, their wildlife and culture, its wondrous.\n\nPublic Records are currently being uploaded to the Global Network.\n\nThis not just a lost probe. it is a message of peace from one of our siblings among the stars...and we will answer!”\n\n_____\n\n\nProject Nova.\n\nThis was was the name of the effort to send Humanity a reply. \n\nThe race that had discovered Voyager, studied the knowledge inside it meticulously. so they could understand every aspect of their sibling civilisation, in the hopes of one day replying.\n\nIt took them decades. \n\nTheir technology to reach them by travel was not advanced yet to attempt such a thing. that would take more time.\n\nBut their skill in communications tech was magnificent , their world was a hub of free flowing information and digital exchange at lightning speed.\n\nAfter careful reverse engineering, they were able to replace and repair Voyager’s components, power supply instruments.\n\nThe return message was sent back through the same frequency it had once used to communicate with its creators, now only amplified and stronger than ever. \n\nThey hoped that they were still out there and were listening.\n\nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SSiCj4xBPs\n\nThe upgraded Voyager was placed into a orbit and powered up once more. Its systems coming back online.\n\nThe cosmic messenger woke from its long slumber and reached out to Earth as it had once always done. only now communicating faster than the speed of light. \n\n____\n\n#6th June 3167 AD\n#Sol\n#Luna City Central Communications Array, The Moon\n\nThe technician squinted at his screen in confusion as data came through from an unidentified but powerful vector.\n\n#Instrument Voyager 1\t\nCosmic Ray Subsystem (CRS) #ON\t\nLow-Energy Charged Particles (LECP) #ON\nMagnetometer (MAG) #ON\nPlasma Wave Subsystem (PWS)\t#ON\nPlasma Science (PLS) #ON\nImaging Science Subsystem (ISS) #ON\nInfrared Interferometer Spectrometer and Radiometer (IRIS) #ON\nPhotopolarimeter Subsystem (PPS)\t#ON\nPlanetary Radio Astronomy (PRA) #ON\nUltraviolet Spectrometer (UVS) #ON\n\nNew Module Active: “Greetings Humanity”\n\nView?\n\n“what?... what is this? Computer, Identify!”\n\n“Scanning...No known active callsigns or frequency signatures, one positive match found in Archive”\n\n“show me” the technician quickly asked \n\n“One Match found, Historical File “Voyager 1”\n\nVoyager 1 is a space probe launched by NASA on September 5, 1977. Part of the Voyager program to study the outer Solar System, Voyager 1 was launched 16 days after its twin, Voyager 2. Contact was lost on January 12th of 2024 AD and assumed lost”\n\nThe technician was totally lost for worlds.\n\nThey were not alone in the Universe." ]	[ 1, 3, 7 ]	[ "1550583241", "1550604237", "1550592746" ]
[removed]	[WP] 200 years in the future, you join the military. To train soldiers they use an ultra realistic training simulator capable of mimicking all the bodies senses. Today’s lesson is resistance of torture and interrogation, but you have a gut feeling the machine has malfunctioned.	3	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "I'm on point, storming the building. I presume I'm going to get captured, regardless of my and the rest of my team's training based on the knowing the title of the course. I've been nervous about this as other Seals I know said this is one of the worst.\n\nJacob throws the lightning-bang through the window, Tommy detonates the door charges. I'm first in. All there is inside is a baby crying on the floor in front of a damaged TV. I clear the room and make my way into the hallway. Just as I'm leaving the room, there's a huge explosion behind me. I've experienced enough IEDs to know that no one will have made it behind me, but I go back. There's body parts everywhere. The TV somehow has come partially to life in the lower corner and the chiron captures my eye because it's about veterans. Then it goes black.\n\nI wake, tied to a chair and bag over my head. I know it's coming. I have practiced mind over matter, and though I know it's scary, I deep down know it's not real. \n\nThe door opens, and I hear female giggling. I can hear them talking about 'whiskey-boarding'. I presumed this was a twisted version of water-boarding. They don't lay me down, and instead poor whisky through my headcover. It's delicious, aged, peaty - just as I like it. I'm guessing 12yrs aged, but I'm really just trying to distract my mind in preparation for what's coming. I don't know what I'm talking to myself about. \n\nMore whisky comes. And more. What, no whisky-boarding? I guess they're going to get the intel from me by getting me drunk? Seems a bit lame, but I was on guard. \n\nI started to relax, then all of a sudden there's pulling at my fly. I can tell there's more than one girl and they're laughing. Now I'm absolutely terrified. I'm imagining pliers, razor blades. I have no idea what's coming. \n\nThen it feels warm and soft. The headcover is ripped off and I see the most magical place full of erotic beauty a young guy could ever imagine. I think it's malfunctioned again. Either that or Steve has rigged this for my bachelor party." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1550584951", "1550586678" ]
[removed]	[WP] PRESIDENTIAL ALERT: WE CANNOT CONTAIN HIM ANYMORE. ALL CITIES WITH A POPULATION OVER 250,000 MUST BE EVACUATED IMMEDIATELY. NOWHERE IS SAFE, NO ONE IS SAFE.	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/SmokingSamoria, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses)\n\n- ALL CAPS: Looks like your all caps is stuck. Please check your keyboard See [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses) for more info. \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/asbafv/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1550588521", "1550589130" ]
	[WP] You are the most famous magician in the World. One day when finishing a show you get challenged to a magician battle by a nobody and you accept. You bring your trusty cards and are sure that you are going to win up until the moment he flings a fireball at you. Now you got to improvise	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "As the fireball flies past my shoulder, my hand flicks a card back. \n\nWHAM!\n\nOoh, the hammer.\n\nAs my enemy climbs back up, my mind flashes: 51. Game on. \n\n\"HEY! TWO CAN PLAY THIS GAME!\"\n\nLegend says lightning never hits the same thing twice. Nope! It strikes thrice, after a triple card throw. 48. \n\nLet's see: there's two fireballs on the left, and three fireballs on the right, and all five are coming at me. Easy. Block, counter, punish. Meaning shield, energy absorb, and (my personal favorite) hammer. 45. \n\nGuess what? I didn't look up. \n\nA fearsome fiesta of flame was flung at me, only to fervently fire up my fury for the fight. Play with fire? Prepare to get burned.\n\nIce shields works wonders for holding heat at bay, knocking back enemies, and sledding. Clear ice shields allows better aiming when trying to hit a fireball with a lightning bolt. 44.\n\nDoes he ever use anything other than fire?\n\nMy turn. I can use the fireballs I absorbed to attack his left, coupled with 2 ice strikes on his right. 42. I shouldn't complain. I battle with ice.\n\nLet's armor up. One problem with ice armor, pulled from Ice Magic: Battling, pg 384: \"Humans generate heat. Ice armor melts when heat is applied to it. Therefore, humans need a variation on the spell to prevent ice armor from melting away due to body heat. This variation is more powerful, as water can be used to repair this ice armor.\" The only problem with powerful spells: too many can cause serious magical injury or death. YAY!\n\nWhile the armor forms itself, I spend more cards on summoning troops of ice. I glance over: he's done the same thing. Fire armor, fire soldiers. 37.\n\nHalf of me wants to end this. It's getting boring. The other half want to see what happens. \n\nAs I contemplate, a wall of invisible heat washes over me, weakening my armor until it clatters, broken. And with that, I crack. I lay 36 cards in a 6 x 6 grid. I release all of its power at once, freezing everything and everyone (except me - I work with ice) in the room. I tap my enemy with the final card, keeping him permanently - and magically - frozen. After 18 minutes, the freeze passes over. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nLegend says that every year after that, there is a reenactment of that exact battle. I haven't seen that yet, but I hear it's perfect, down to the exact detail - minus the death of the fire mage, of course." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1550609021", "1550631993" ]
	[WP] You are one of the small set of extraterrestrial beings sent to earth disguised as humans when you were kids. You have been learning about humans and recently find out that if you fall in love with someone, your superpowers are transferred to them.	9	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "I'm a bot, bleep, bloop. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:\n\n- [/r/fortytwodogs] [\\[WP\\] You are one of the small set of extraterrestrial beings sent to earth disguised as humans when you were kids. You have been learning about humans and recently find out that if you fall in love with someone, your superpowers are transferred to them.](https://www.reddit.com/r/FortyTwoDogs/comments/asxod0/wp_you_are_one_of_the_small_set_of/)\n\n&nbsp;^(If you follow any of the above links, please respect the rules of reddit and don't vote in the other threads.) ^\\([Info](/r/TotesMessenger) ^/ ^[Contact](/message/compose?to=/r/TotesMessenger))", "So Love gives them my power? That was strange.\n\nA few years later.\n\nI watch as she gets up and walks toward the bathroom. Just a short, quick glance over. She catches my eye and smiles. Unsure, I smile back.\n\nA month later.\n\nI reach into my closet of pants. I had the jeans, what I normally wore to work every day. But my hands grip a pair of nicer pants. This would do for today.\n\nA few hours later.\n\nI notice that Mary isn't here today. My mind begins to wander of work.\n\nTen minutes later.\n\n\"John! What are you doing?\" The boss yells at me, on his way to get a paper from the printer. Started, I shake my head. Where did the last ten minutes go?\n\nA day later.\n\nI have nice dress pants on again. I watch as Mary enters through the door. My heart beat picks up. My stomach churns. My breath catches in my throat. She passes right behind me and she's... gone. \n\nTwo weeks later:\n\nOne of my closest friends sits on the other side of the table. Two drinks lay between us.\n\n\"Come on, John, just ask her out.\"\n\n\"No. I can't.\"\n\n\"What's the harm, John? You might as well.\"\n\n\"No. You don't understand. I can't. She would...\"\n\n\"So? What if she does reject you.\"\n\nI shake my head. He didn't understand.\n\nA week later.\n\nA plane ticket lies one click away. I could escape my troubles. This wasn't part of the plan at all. \n\nBut... I couldn't buy the ticket. It wasn't right. \n\nIt's because of the work I tell myself. The science behind all these humans are very interesting.\n\nA week later.\n\n\"Mary?\" She turns around in her seat to look at me. I pause, nervous. \"Do you-do you...\"\n\nHer eyes sparkle, delicate. Her hair flows down her back. She straightens her posture. A subtle smile plays on her lips.\n\nNo. This wasn't supposed to happen. \n\nWhat harm could one date do?\n\nNo. I can't!\n\nI want it!\n\n\"Er-Do you have any ink, Mary? The printer ran out.\"\n\nMy heart is racing, my mind trying to keep up. Her subtle smile vanishes, leaving a frown I can barely make out. Her posture weakens.\n\n\"No. Sorry, John.\"\n\nA week later.\n\nWe had Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday off the next week. I never really enjoyed work, but I don't want the days off. I don't want the weekend. I know what I do want.\n\n5 days later.\n\nWe were finally back at work. I haven't seen anyone in 5 days. My emotions are buried deeper than before. I glance over at Mary. I know what I wanted to do before. But now, the emotions are gone.\n\nTwo weeks later.\n\n\"Mary, do you want to get coffee sometimes?\" The words blurt out, me unable to stop them. \n\n\"I would like that, John.\" A smile plays on her lips.\n\nOne day later.\n\nNo. This couldn't happen. For her own safety. For mine. But mostly for her. But I wanted to see her. I ached when she was gone. \n\nOne month later.\n\n\"Mary.\" I'm sitting on a chair in her apartment. We're having a nice breakfast. \n\n\"Yes, John?\"\n\n\"I'm so sorry, Mary. None of this was supposed to happen.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" \n\n\"It's just- Mary, I'm... I'm in love with you.\"\n\n\"Really, John?\"\n\n\"Yes, but... You don't understand. This wasn't allowed. I wasn't allowed...\"\n\nSuddenly, Mary blasts a cup of the table. It splashes onto the ground, breaking into hundreds of pieces.\n\nSo it was true. I was in love with Mary.\n\nMary stands up. \"John, I wasn't sure I believed them.\" She blasts me with a large net. My chair falls over backward. \n\n\"Mary-what?\"\n\n\"The government suspected you might be one of them.\"\n\nI struggle to get up inside the net. She blasts another one at me. My powers are gone. I'm hopeless.\n\n\"Mary?\"\n\n\"The government needed cold proof, John. Evidence. And this is it.\"\n\nTears are streaming down my face. The wild, strangled screams that escape my throat are those of a trapped and dieing animal.\n\n\"Mary! But! Why!\"\n\n\"John, we needed to figure out if it was true. And you prove that it is.\"\n\n\"Mary\" I sob into the net. \n\n\"Good bye, John.\"\n\n\n\n\nThanks for reading! Feel free to check out mysubreddit, r/FortyTwoDogs, dedicated to my writings! Hope you enjoyed!" ]	[ 1, 1, 4 ]	[ "1550622198", "1550717315", "1550624873" ]
	[WP] Since birth you’ve had the ability to make anything you say come true. As a result, you’ve always been extremely cautious about what you say. One night you wake up sweating from a nightmare. After catching your breath, you scan the room and quickly notice you were talking in your sleep	25	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "The sweat stung like needles on my forehead, my heart beating in my ears. \n\nI was stupid to not take this into account. \n\nAs I glanced around the room, I saw the shattered windows, broken walls, destroyed desk, and most of all, at the man sitting in the corner of my room.\n\n\"Wake up, kiddo,\" he lit a cigarette under his palm.\n\n\"Who the hell are you?\" I cautiously said.\n\n\"Same as you,\" he shrugged. \"I am... no... I would consider myself a supernatural being, I guess.\"\n\nI immediately saw his caution when speaking. All too familiar.\n\nI slowly pushed my covers off of me and cornered myself against the wall.\n\n\"What did I say in my sleep?\" I started shaking.\n\n\"For starters, a lot of things,\" the man in the coat laughed a little. \"You know, for the monsters to go away somewhere else. Great job, by the way. Now we...\" he paused for a moment. \"We can choose to find them and kill them before they kill us. Of course, they won't have the power kill us.\" The man smiled after the last sentence. \n\n\"Wha-\" I was cut off.\n\n\"Also, congratulations. Your crush Mary Katherine Johnson really likes you now, and your future marriage is already arranged.\"\n\n\"Excuse me?\"\n\n\"That doesn't matter right now. You talked about how you wanted to know the truth.\"\n\nI paused for a moment. \"Come again?\"\n\n\"You wanted to know the truth,\" the man repeated. \n\nI waited.\n\nHe sighed. \"You want to know why your words become reality?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" I immediately perked up.\n\n\"Right.\" he let a long puff of smoke escape his mouth. \"The world we know is a simulation; an experiment. All 'humans' are part of a neural network to gather information about 'reality' for higher beings in the disguise of a completely normal and explainable world.\"\n\n\"Watch what you're saying,\" I said with a shaky voice. \"You're the same as me. You should know bette-\"\n\n\"It won't change anything. It doesn't matter.\" the man replied. \"It's the truth.\" He continued. \"People like us are flaws in the system. We can control the code, and the developers aren't happy with that.\"\n\n\"The developers?\"\n\n\"Exactly. They're going to be after us soon,\" the man sighed. \"Your life might have been uneventful because you've had to limit your words and opinions, but everything we do from now on will change a lot of things. The Operation begins this night.\"\n\nA sudden unexplained motivation crept itself out of my heart and yelled at me that I had to act.\n\nAnd you know what? Everything we did from then changed a lot of things. More than a lot. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n(This is really bad, I know, but it's late at night. I would've written something better if I had the energy. I hope you as the reader like it regardless.)" ]	[ 1, 4 ]	[ "1550628468", "1550632124" ]
	[WP] The world's most refined and gentlemanly secret agent meets his new partner: a Texan girl with a southern accent, a taste for whiskey, and a love of big guns	20	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"Hey sugar, could you grab the last of these bags for me? Be a dear and hold the door\" a tall, hourglass framed woman, comes barreling through the luxury hotel suite, wearing denim that looks painted on, boots, and a blouse showing just a tasteful amount of cleavage. She puts a hand through her long, wavy, hair and looks at her new partner expectantly \"well, will you help with my bags or not?\" \n\nDante hops up, startled..hand halfway on his knife. \"Bethany Burdock, I presume? You are early. And loud as a train.\" Dante is wearing a suit, perfectly tailored. A scotch sits on the coffee table. \n\nBethany laughs loudly and surges forward, giving Dante a strong handshake, taking him by surprise. She rolls her eyes a little at the abandoned luggage, but takes the hint and moves them in, throwing them on a bed. \n\nHer drawl is very clear as she drags out the next sentence \"Dante, honey, I hope you brought some weaponry, I only had room for a few things\" Both suitcases seems to be loaded down with denim, rifle, denim, pistol, denim, revolver. Dante's eyes are as big as saucers as he takes another swig of scotch. He was told his new partner had a certain style but they did not mention that she thought she was a cowboy. \n\n\"Do you have any bourbon in that liquor cabinet or is all that scottish junk?\"\n\nDante nearly chokes. \"You realize that our mission is to infiltrate a black tie event, not have a shootout at dusk in the town square, correct? Can you waltz? Do you know anything?\"\n\n\"I can two step better than you can shoot, honey. We'll be just fine.\" She winks. \n\nShe winked. Dante groans inwardly. This will be a long mission and We are going to die.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;" ]	[ 1, 4 ]	[ "1550673624", "1550674762" ]
[removed]	[WP] you were in coma for last 20 years.Now you cant sleep because ....	1	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/manishdixit18, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Direct prompt replies must be good-faith attempts at new stories or poems](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_1.3A_direct_prompt_replies_must_be_good-faith_attempts_at_new_stories_or_poems)\n\n- Fill-in-the-blank: Responses must be at least 100 words. This is essentially a fill-in-the-blank, or you asked a question likely to generate a simple answer. Prompts should encourage a story or poem. \n\n \n\n Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/asp22x/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1550673642", "1550674176" ]
	[WP] The morgue is not a very lively place. It's not suppose to be. My job is steady and sometimes boring, but other times I find myself asking the most profound questions about certain bodies. Like right now: "Why did the body inside the cold chamber just ask me to itch his toe?"	25	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "The sofa in my living room is large and cosy. I spent a lot of time choosing it, looking at different suppliers’ websites, considering sizes, shapes and materials. I even ventured out and tried my favourites out in the store. I spend a lot of time in it, watching TV or doing crosswords-puzzles. One might say I’m a crossword fan; the best one is in the Sunday morning-paper supplement, but I also appreciate the live one they broadcast on one of the radio channels. There’s something really calming about snuggling up in the sofa, a cup of hot tea on the table - black earl grey with half a teaspoon of honey in it - and a good crossword in my hand. I feel safe there, fulfilled even. The silence is only broken by the faint rasp of my pencil on the unbleached paper as I fill in the words. I like the silence. Not as much as I like crosswords, but still. It provides time to think and ponder things over.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThat is also one of the things I like about work. It’s silent, enables me to finish my thoughts without interruption. It’s lonely, too. Thankfully. I wouldn’t have it any other way. When I take those online tests, I always score high on the introvert part and I’m always surprised - and to be honest, slightly confused - when they say that approximately half of all the people taking the tests don’t answer the same as me on those questions. But, everyone to their liking, I’m not one to judge.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen it gets boring at work, I like to think of the people I meet there. They are silent, as I said. And still. Sometimes I draw out one of the stretchers and look at the person on it, trying to imagine what sort of life they might have lived. I think of their possible occupations, like astronaut (9 letters, space walker) or librarian (also 9 letters, bibliophile). I wonder if they like it here, where it’s still and dark and cool. I know I do. I would like to go on one of those stretchers too, one day. To get to lay still, and think all those thoughts I have in my head.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI wasn’t really prepared for him to talk to me. Normally, they never do. Then, all of a sudden, he asked me to scratch his toe. I didn’t know which one he meant, so I scratched them all, before pushing the stretcher in and closing the door. He said something more then, but I didn’t really listen. Maybe he was itching somewhere else too, but I had to sweep the floors. That's when he started screaming, and banging on the door, and that really got on my nerves. So I went over there and told him to stop, to be quiet. He wouldn’t listen; they are usually really good listeners. So I put on my headphones and tuned in my favorite channel, they always play classical music there on Wednesdays between 2 and 4 pm. Mostly Bach and Handel, but they mix it up with some more modern ones, like Haydn and Beethoven. I finished sweeping the floors while enjoying some Foccata and Fugue in D Minor, before leaving for the day. When I came back the morning after he was back to silent. I scratched all of his toes again though, just in case he didn’t dare asking me to. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThanks OP for a superfun prompt! I really enjoyed writing this :)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nCollecting my stories at r/SleepyMacaroni." ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1550687014", "1550690212" ]
	[WP]You are a world famous food critic. However your doctor has just told you that your tastebuds have never functioned properly.	20	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Dr. Grim’s face was grim. His coat was also grim, partially due to the blood on it, but also due to a lack of proper tailoring. The black file folder he held was especially grim, because black is symbolic of dark, foreboding news. Damn, thought Ashton. That’s deep. I should definitely put that in my next review.\n\n“Mr. Whole.” The doctor looked down at the chart. “I have some news for you.”\n\n“Oh, no, doctor, what is it?” Ashton bit his lip. He had been coming to Dr. Grim for years, knowing that the doctor was the best there was. Ashton needed to keep his mouth and tongue healthy, as it was, quite literally, his meal ticket. He got $10,000 just for stepping into the door of a fancy restaurant, let alone write a glowing review of their newest molecular gastronomy experiments. But there were some problems that even Dr. Grim couldn’t fix.\n\n“You have…” Dr. Grim paused for dramatic effect, “The Terrifying Topsy-Turvy Tastebud Tongue.”\n\n“The what?”\n\n“You see…” The doctor sit heavily down on his stool, eyes downcast. He took off his glasses, which only served to make the situation and atmosphere of the scene much more serious. “When you eat something that tastes good, your tastebuds say it tastes bad. And when you eat something totally shit, your tastebuds say it tastes good.”\n\n“That—that’s impossible, I’m the world’s best food critic!” Ashton protested. “I couldn’t have that.”\n\n“Well, let’s take a look at your test results. Ah, yes, I have them right here, you filled out this survey. According to this survey, your favorite foods are cilantro—”\n\n“Cilantro is amazing, I don’t even know wh—”\n\n“Normal food that has been made into a foam—\"\n\n“It’s revolutionary! That cilantro foam I ate at Not Pretentious’s opening night was divine!”\n\n“Plain tofu…”\n\n“It’s amazing for your health!”\n\n“Truffle oil.”\n\n“What, you don’t love the earthy flavor? I’m all about that earthy, dirt flavor, just all over…everything, it only makes it better that it’s expensive…”\n\n“Mint chocolate chip ice cream.”\n\n“You monster, you don’t like mint chocolate?”\n\n“If I wanted to eat toothpaste, I would.”\n\n“Now that’s just unreasonable—\"\n\n“Coffee covered in literal shit?”\n\n“I’ll have you know that Kopi Luwak has an amazing, earthy flavor, with the bountiful, earth flavors of the earth—”\n\n“Stop saying earthy!” Dr. Grim slammed his clipboard down on the counter and put his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, Mr. Whole, but these are just the facts. You enjoy things that taste disgusting to any objective human being.” He massaged his temples.\n\nThey sat in silence for a few seconds. “You’re not going to…tell anyone, are you?” Ashton ventured.\n\nDr. Grim started at him in disbelief. “You can’t—you will have to tell the world. You can’t keep ethically writing reviews. You can’t keep subjecting people to these horrible ‘foods.’”\n\n“You can’t!”\n\nDr. Grim sighed. “Ashton, this is…it’s a public health hazard. It spreads, like ebola, probably. I’m going to have to tell the CDC.”\n\nAshton looked down grimly, and let out a deep sigh. Just then, one of the room’s lights went out, making it darker and more dramatic in the room, and also it started raining outside. Ashton knew what he had to do. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his gun.\n\n“Mr. Whole, what are you doing?” Dr. Grim backed away, his eyes darting to the door.\n\n“I’m sorry, Dr. Grim.” Ashton aimed. “I can’t let you ruin everything I’ve built.” He licked his lips, the flavor from his delicious durian sandwich at lunch still lingering on his lips.\n\nBang.\n\nAnd it was done." ]	[ 1, 7 ]	[ "1550698952", "1550703383" ]
[removed]	[WP] You and your people have been stranded on earth trying to get back to Pluto for years. The remaining 7 people of your species have arrived for the yearly meeting, and they're all the richest people in the world. You're a lizard person, and your host body is Elon Musk.	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/DefendTheAttic, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses)\n\n- Troll / Meme: No troll or meme-based prompts See [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses) for more info. \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/asu7eq/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1550698976", "1550699262" ]
	[WP] A nearly invincible immortal knight can only be defeated in one very specific way. He cannot reveal it, but because he wants an end to his torment, he gives the hero as many clues as possible during their epic battle.	6	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "My story👇 hope you like it. There is one swear in there just FYI. \n\n\n\nIt’s my goal in life! To do this very thing that my father and his father before him has tried to do; defeat the immortal knight. He lives in the colosseum and today shall be his end. As I walked into the colosseum, I saw him sitting in the middle, waiting for his next opponent. I checked my armor then walked in. \n“All who enter must battle to the death, turn back now if you wish to live,” bellowed the knight. \nHmph. He thinks he is so powerful. I WILL beat him. And it WILL be glorious. \n“I think I’ll be fine,” I say and walk further into the area. \nBefore I get the chance to say anything else he charges at me with his sword raised, leaving his right side open. I block with my sword instead of attacking. It must be a trap right? He continues to strike at me- left then right, then right again- all the while leaving his right side open. I continue to block, I will not fall for his trap!\nThe knight lets out a might laugh and says, “I have yet to fight one so skilled in the art of swordplay! Maybe you can defeat me by seeing my weakness, or where I leave open!”\n“Ha knight! I know your trick! You want me to attack the opening you are leaving for me so that you can lure me into a trap! But I won’t fall for it!” I blocked another blow headed for my chest and the went for his neck. But right before I could connect my sword with his neck, he kicked me in the stomach and knocked me back. \n“Foolish boy. I thought maybe you could be the one to defeat me but you are just like all the others. I shall end this quickly. I don’t want to waste my time on you,” stated the knight as he walked towards me, his sword dragging on the ground. Oh fuck. Was he not fighting seriously before hand? And what changed between the last thing he said and now? I’m going to have to block until I see an opening to strike. I stood up and regained my balance. I got ready into my fighting stance as the knight walked towards me. I raised my sword into the air and raced towards him, screaming a battle cry as I went. When I got about 2 feet away I trip and my sword went right through his right side. He started to age fast. \n“You know, this is possibly the worst way to go out of this world,” said the knight as he fell over and died. \nSomehow I don’t feel very accomplished." ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1550724179", "1550725020" ]
	[WP] Deep in the desert a man sits and waits.	10	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", " \n\nA man sits and waits. He doesn’t know how long he has been waiting, but he has a feeling that the land didn’t always look like this. Flat, featureless. Most of his senses report back the same description. It looks, tastes, feels and smells like dust. It doesn’t however sound like anything. He is not sure if that is because he can’t hear, or if the land around him is silent.\n\nAnd yet. His memories have sound. And things other than dust. Greenery of all sizes and shades, sprinkled with glittering sparks of color. Running feet. Laughter. \n\nHe thinks about the concepts of feet and of movement. It seems like an alien concept to him. If he ever moved it must have been a long time ago. He cannot remember what commands to give or to where. But there was movement here once. It was vibrant with life and joy and suffering and wonder and creation. It was thrilling, but then it flickered and it was gone.\n\nEons pass, alone with the dust.\n\nA man sits and waits and thinks about if he is a man at all. He remembers men, a man. Crafting the land around him to suit his needs. He remembers that flicker again. Men remaking the land in ways that did not suit their needs. Men using him, or parts of him to unmake themselves. A man realises that he must not be a man, if he refers to ‘them’ and ‘their needs’. Something that thought it was a man considers that for a millennia or two.\n\nA planet sits and waits. It misses a man, or misses all men and the excitement, and light and change that they brought. It hopes that life will begin again soon. " ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1550781067", "1550786812" ]
	[WP] Legends tell of a mysterious throne, inside an abandoned palace hidden deep in the mountains. The throne is said to unlock the full potential of anyone who sits in it. You and some friends quest out to find this throne.	19	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "We met in a tavern, like so many others, but who could blame our little group for indulging in a cliche or two? Besides, setting out from Martin's mother's garden just wouldn't have felt right. So, we pushed our way to the bar, and ordered ales, and bid goodbye to our friends scattered about the place, saying when we returned we would be the greatest of heroes, our full range of abilities realized. The barkeep waved us away with a half-hearted laugh, and told us we'd be back in a week. Regardless, our party consisted of Martin, the daring swordsman, who had knicked his dad's rusty old blade from behind the shed where he kept it for killing spiders mostly. Ennie was our dauntless rogue, draped in her older brother's traveling cloak. It was too big for her of course, but where the hood covered her eyes made for a nice effect. And of course I was along as, of all things, the bard. I had been persuaded that our little outfit would need a chronicler readily enough, but when I saw that they meant me I had tried to backtrack. Still, they were persistent, and so, laden down with heavy packs but light hearts we made for parts unknown.\n\nParts unknown of course turned out to be the next town over, where we set about dealing with a pack of wolves that had been raiding their chicken coops of late. Or rather, one wolf, which was a bit mangy, and which we couldn't actually seem to hit. Still, we managed to drive it away, and Ennie helped to set up an alarm system of ropes and bells around the coops in case it came back, so no harm done. Our next adventure took us into a nearby cave to clear out a Kobold infestation. This was resolved by our being captured by them after we forgot to bring more than one torch and got lost in the dark. Surprisingly they were quite genial fellows, and after we explained our situation, we were released without malice. They told us they had wanted to ask the villagers about mining rights to the cave a long time ago, but any time they had tried the villagers would run away in fear. After we returned and explained things, the Kobolds ended up being welcomed into the town proper, which it turns out, had been experiencing a labor shortage. Ennie was quite please with the outcome, though Martin sulked for days after some children made fun of him for getting caught by Kobolds.\n\nWe continued on in this fashion for some time, arriving at a town, solving a problem or two, making some money and chasing leads. During the course of our journeys we never lost track of our main goal, reaching the throne that would turn us into the great adventurers we wanted to become. Our first real taste of adventuring came when we were hired to protect a merchant caravan making its way to a Southern port where it would trade for spice. Along the way we were, of course, attacked by highwaymen, though they seemed just as unaccustomed to the fight as we were. Martin got a nasty cut, and I held my own, but it was Ennie who managed to sink a knife into their leader's neck. They scattered after that, and we were well rewarded, but Ennie would cry in her sleep for weeks after. At times we thought about giving up, going home. Once the days turned to weeks, then to months, and finally to years, it seemed we would never find our prize. We had chased leads, resolved conflicts, killed mortal beings, and even bested a dragon, but still we had not located the throne. One day, while making camp, an idea occurred to me that I had somehow failed to consider in all the time we had been together.\n\n\"Martin, Ennie,\" I began, causing them to look up from their work. \"I'm a bard, and better than I was than when we set out, right?\"\n\n\"I remember when you couldn't even hum properly,\" said Martin. Ennie laughed.\n\n\"I remember when you got your first lute too. Oh gods, the sounds that you made come out of that poor thing. But you're much better now.\"\n\n\"Aye,\" replied Martin, \"a worthy ally and a true hero, great chronicler of our quest, lo-\"\n\n\"Cut the shit Martin, that's my job,\" I said, laughing. \"But my point is, in all this time, we've been improving and growing. What if there is no throne? What if the idea of the throne is what lets us reach our potential?\" They looked at me for a moment.\n\n\"That would be just about the lamest thing I've ever heard,\" said Martin.\n\n\"Yeah, what kind of namby pamby, power of friendship bull is that?\" asked Ennie.\n\n\"Well, I, it's just, uh...you know how ancient temple people work, don't you? Every time we go in and solve the riddle it's always something poetic like that, so I just figured that maybe...\"\n\n\"Truth be told I've wondered the same thing,\" said Martin. \"I can't count the nights I've thought it all might be some wild goose chase. But it ain't, and I know it ain't. Now come on you two, we've got a lead on the damn thing, and if it turns out it's a piece of poetic irony, then you,\" he jabbed a finger at me, \"will be changing the damn ballad.\" There were smiles all around as we set out. Whatever the truth of the throne, the quest alone had changed us, and for me at least, that was enough. ", "There we stood in the broken and shambled throne room. We'd been searching for what felt like years. In truth we didn't know how long we'd been out. Unfortunately we had no choice. Humanity had been captured by a much more powerful species and this legend was the only hope my friends and I had. We were under no illusions. We knew it was most likely just a story, but what could we do? \n\nMark led the expedition and was the biggest supporter of this effort. But now that we were here and we were looking at the throne, he had the coldest feet. I kinda think we all knew why. It was do or die time and if nothing happened all our hope was gone. And once you pull that curtain back, the cold grip of reality sets in and the only hope of escape you can foresee is the escape of death.\n\nSteve poked Mark and looked at him expectingly. Mark nodded and stepped forth towards the throne. He paused a moment, took a deep breath and took a seat. We looked intensely at him. We waited. For what we weren't sure. The feeling of disappointment quickly began to set in. We were tired. No, we were exhausted and now hopeless. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.\n\nMark sat quietly and the look of defeat fell across his face. It was like seeing a mirror into my very soul. I could see the fate of humanity and ours all wrapped into a single moment and it could be summarized into one word. Death. No one spoke. We were too distraught. We couldn't move, couldn't think. We knew it was a long shot and it wasn't likely to work, but even a sliver of hope is better than none. \n\nMark stood up and then a voice suddenly resonated throughout the ruins \"You are not worthy\". It was clear that it wasn't just anyone, that could benefit. It would take a certain kind of person, perhaps a certain person. Steve went, then Cassidy. \"You are not worthy\" resonated each time. I was the last. Mark, Cassidy and Steve all looked at me. \"Here goes nothing I said\".\n\nI approached the throne and as I did the air began to crackle and I felt a warmth from the stones below. \"You, heir to the throne. Descendant of the Gods. Take your rightful place on the throne.\" My friends heard the words but I felt them. Ancestral memories welled up from the core of my being. I saw flashbacks of wars, blood, chaos. I was shocked beyond measure and couldn't move for a moment. Coming to my senses I turned around and sat on the throne.\n\n\"Scanning. DNA confirmed. Descendant of Mordra confirmed. Transferring admin rights. Linking finger and voice print now. Please state your name\". For a moment I couldn't remember my own name. Finally I said \"Richard, my name is Richard.\" \"Confirming voice print for Richard. Sir, several systems are damaged but with authorization we can begin repairing the facility.\"\n\n\"Repairing the facility? What? I mean... can you explain? Who are you?\" \"I am A.L.I.C.E. or Artificial Life & Intelligence Controller Entity. Your ancestors crash landed in this land in ancient times and instead of repairing the ship and going back into space, they decided to live here unaided by their technology. They left me with instructions to welcome their descendants if they ever found this place.\"\n\n\"Yes, begin repairs. We are in trouble. Major trouble. An alien invasion force has enslaved our people. We need help.\" \"Confirmed, beginning repairs. Scanning. Alien presence confirmed. Identification unavailable. Technological assessment unavailable. Will continue to attempt to determine technological capability. Do not worry Richard. I will not fail you.\"" ]	[ 1, 1, 6 ]	[ "1550782416", "1550788828", "1550788717" ]
	[WP] Pills turn you into a superhero. After they wear off the only side effect triggers:You get turned into something hilarious, like a plastic cup but actually the thing you turn to is what defeats the enemy.	26	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", " \n\nDumb luck is what we call it. What happened had nothing to do with either skill, nor strength. I guess the fate deities had themselves a laugh. I guess we all did. Let me tell you what happened.\n\nFirst, we need to get one thing settled. Bradley had the thinking capacity equal to a loaf of bread. To me that is a harsh offense. To the bread that is. Rumor has it, Bradley once tried to save a fish from drowning. Maybe that is why he was chosen.\n\nWhen Bradley swallowed the pill, not even the scientists could fathom the depth of his mind. Even Buddha would have been jealous. Bradley had it all figured out. Space and time. He could read a full book in under three minutes all while solving complex mathematic problems. He passed every test the scientist threw at him. He could even predict the answer to the next test without seeing it. Although, there was one thing he could not predict. Lucky us he didn’t either.\n\nBradley was on the other hand not the only person with superhuman powers. Carl Reichman of Reichman industries had been a corrupted sadist all his life. People commonly compared him to the antichrist. Again, harsh. The worst thing about him, putting aside his lust for world dominance, was the unrelenting posh attitude. It would make the most famous of celebrities’ vomit. They commonly did too. Even more so when he got his powers. Mind bending is real fishy business\n\nBradley and Carl were like mustard and pineapple; no matter how hard you try, they never go together. They fought for years. The “fighting” here being Carl trying to control Bradley’s mind, and Bradley trying to resist. For the common passerby the fight could be mistaken as an intense, out-of-hand stare contest. In the end it was.\n\nOne day the fight escalated. The earth began to tremble. Local people would gather around but keep their distance in fear of what might have happened. The media got their hands on it too, not to speak of what must have been every science community in a ten-mile radius. After a week had gone by, the trembling stopped for a moment, then the earth beneath the two men loosened and floated up. Colors would light up in their eyes and their skin would glow. Theorist predicted that Bradley had grown in power. Like a bomb, milliseconds before the actual explosion. Tough, not a single person in the audience could predict what kind of explosion this would be. Even if some could, not a single person would believe them.\n\nA low hum started. It grew slowly in size until the faraway windows in the surrounding buildings started shaking violently. A deep hum. As if someone drilled a giant hole, miles beneath the crust of the earth. Accompanied with the hum, Bradley’s skin started cracking softly. At first invisible rifts, then colossal valleys. The incredile partings would emit wonderful beaming light, making him look nearly godlike. In that moment, he was. All in sync, the crowd gasped for air. The crowes cawed. Dogs barked. The earth started shaking even more violently than before. A massive hole opened in the dark skies above, yielding way for a monstrous pillar of sunlight, shining down at the two mighty men. Every living being at the area was blinded. Then all fell silent.\n\nThere were no crows cawing. No dog barking. No humming. The vibrations from the windows had stopped. At this moment, they could all have been in space without knowing. A total silence. The kind of silence that chills the air. Like colors to a blind man.\n\nThe crowd surrounded only one man. He looked weary and tired, but deeply satisfied. An evil smile formed on his face as he gazed down on the ground where his enemy had stood, only seconds before.\n\nA loaf of bread.\n\nThe man straightened his back and stuck his nose up in the air. He gave a nauseating grin to the surrounding people before speaking loudly. “Now that that’s done”, he turned around, making sure to face every person in the crowd. Showing off like an ostrich. “I think it’s high time I get what I deserve”. Only low muttering could be heard from the crowd. Stunned by confusion they listened closely. “I will now have full control of the world” he started again, slowly walking around, nose high.\n\nNearing the spot where Bradley had stood, he tried finishing the sentence “My first order will b-”. First a soft moushy sound, then a loud thump and a crack. The man fell silent once again. Not a word was spoken by the surrounding folks. They were like paralyzed mannequins. Onlookers from another dimension.\n\nFirst a shy giggle. Then a roaring laughter. Once the citizens understood what had come to pass and the incredible irony behind it, there was no stopping them. Never had the world seen anything like this before. All the years of staring had come down to this. Such a petty way of life. Undeniably, it was hilarious.\n\nNot long after, a monument was built near the town hall. A loaf of bread on a podium, with some carved text:\n\nIn honor of Bradley. “Breadley”\n\nSavior and defender. \n\nAn incredible mind.\n\nA good heart \n\nbut most importantly; \n\nas dumb as bread." ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1550784948", "1550790832" ]
	[WP] You jokingly buy some land on Mars as a gag gift. A few generations from now when we're colonizing Mars, your descendants find it and go to cash in.	143	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "My granddad was a moron, now he was family but I’m not going to lie, a man can only join so many pyramid schemes before it becomes apparent their a fucking idiot. It’s a nice perk of this world that sometimes idiots get lucky and granddad got very lucky, a plot of mars bigger then Australia, \n\nIt seems that through some strange twist of fate, one daft investment in a mars colony paid off, granddads luck didn’t hold though and he was run over by a marching band in a bus on their to his birthday. His life really was a testament to the chaos of this universe and my inheritance of this beautiful bit of land.\n\nI found out my granddad probably didn’t care about me much, misspelled my name on the will as Bart, I’m bort that fucking joke on the Simpsons has followed me for years. I’m just letting my mind wander I suppose, staring out the window waiting for mars to grow in the window.", "Great-Pappy was a bit of a jokester, at least that's what I heard from my Nana. She once told me about the time that her dear old dad decided to get her a used Honda, apparently he bought her a little plot of land on martian soil, just as a little laugh. Don't know why she kept the deed, there wasn't any real validity to it, but I was kind of in a tough spot\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt's really tall, not wide, just tall. Neo-vegas is the fastest growing economy in the entire western galaxy, and according to the fineprint, it's technically my land. I went to Neo-vegas once, stayed at the Harmakhis Casino, blew all my cash at the craps table with a couple of my drinking buddies, pretty shady place honestly. I thought I'd pay them a visit again, I brought the deed with me, the best I could hope for was a couple free drinks or maybe a hookup.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOf course I was drunk off my ass, presenting that stupid peice of paper to every girl I met like I was a celebrity or something, nobody took the bait, until I showed this one chick. She had dark black hair and cute little getup complete with a pink resperator , she had a nametag on and unless she was playing hooky, she definitley worked at the casino. I did my whole routine, but when I showed her the stupid paper her eyes lit up like a stovetop.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Follow me\" she said\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhat else could I have done, she was a pretty lady. She lead me to a backroom before opening the door and letting me in, all I remember is some gangly scarface motherfucker staring me down from the other side of the room.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI don't remember what else happened that day, I was plastered and my brain doesn't really like to remember that shit. All I know is that today I got a little message from an unknown sender.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n# Rent.\n\n50 million units have been transfered into your account." ]	[ 1, 2, 25 ]	[ "1550798912", "1550803937", "1550811300" ]
[removed]	[WP] Humanity is the most dangerous species in the universe and have conquered most of the known universe using their most potent weapon that no other species has mastered: the guilt trip.	1	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/mph1204, this submission has been removed.\n\n[No recent reposts, even if changing small details](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_5.3A_no_recent_reposts.2C_even_if_changing_small_details)\n\nAlso, no [copy-cats](http://i.imgur.com/38FjDgW.gifv).\n\nSearch before submitting as popular ideas can cause floods. If your idea is based on something you read elsewhere on reddit, chances are it's been submitted here already. Please wait at least 2 weeks before reposting.\n\n \n\n\"Humanity has one little trick that aliens hate\" is extremely common here: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/atbdu3/wp_humans_are_not_the_mostevolved_nor_the/\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/atdejy/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1550812035", "1550814141" ]
[removed]	[WP] The year is 2545 and women have only been able to produce male babies for quite a few generations. The last ten fertile woman are all thats left to try and produce females for the future of society. Seven of them were just kidnapped. One of which is indeed pregnant with a female.	7	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/jbabyyyx3, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses)\n\n- No prompts prone to comment infractions. See [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses) for more info. \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/ate1er/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1550816276", "1550818097" ]
	[WP]Somehow you woke up in your best friends body and started messing around for fun. (for example, running on the streets with no shirt on) Then you come across your best friend in your body who also had the same idea as you.	13	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "'The room's Blue. Odd? Did someone move me to a new room? I don't sleep walk do I? I was just studying last night. I think. Why don't I remember? God, what a weird morning.' John rubbed his eyes still trying to process not being in his room. He was still adjusting to the light that was entering through the window so he didn't notice that this room looked very familiar.\n\nJohn decided it'd be best to stretch and reached out his arms and legs real wide as if he were a spread eagle making snow angels. After making a fool of himself in bed, he rolled out and stood up actually looking around.\n\n'Geez did I have a growth spurt? Things definitely seem smaller. I always told mom I'd be like George. 6'4 and great with the ladies. Alright maybe I still won't be great with them, but at least now I have a better shot. Weird that it looks like I am in his room though. Even has the picture I took of Myra and him at the waterfall. Don't wanna toot my own horn, but I am the best darned 3rd wheel alive. He's lucky to have a friend like me in his life since he doesn't get to see her as much as he wants.' John was just walking around George's room like the clueless dunce he was. Book smarts was one thing, but common sense. Well you could just say John never had that. \n\n\"Hey George, you here?\" John was mildly suspicious he had a wild night out and ended up in George's bed. After all they did plan on celebrating after the end of year test. Maybe it happened already and John went complete blackout mode drunk. John did that for his 18th, 21st, and George's 21st birthday, so it wasn't like it wasn't a possibility. \n\nAfter no one answered John, he took it on himself to look around. First thing he did was grab the phone that was charging on the nightstand next to the bed. 'Nice. At least George was nice enough to leave my phone by me. Wait. Hold up. This is his phone. The heck man. Hog the charger and hide my phone. Not cool. I'll get you back for that.' John unlocked George's phone to text his phone so he could find it, but a thought crept into his mind. Myra had sent a good morning text and John couldn't leave George hanging. John fiddled with the keyboard typing up a storm.\n\n'Goodmorning cupcake. Have I ever told you I love love love you the mostest bostest. Besides my best friend John of course. Don't you think he's the handsomest guy you've ever set your sparkly blue eyes on?' 'Heh, that'll teach him to hide my phone from me.' John looked up from where he was texting and saw a reflection in the window that didn't look like him at all. He saw George. \n\n\"GOD. Why would you sneak up on me like that? Not cool man, now where's my phone?\" \nJohn turned around and saw no one. Instinctively he ran his hand through his hair and kind of shrunk into himself.\n\"Not funny George. Come on. Quit the games. I just got up.\" John like the scaredy cat he was ran out of the room. George's dorm was quite large. He shared it with two other guys, but they rarely were there. John was stumbling down the hall that connected all their rooms and the bathroom. In the mirror of the bathroom stared back George in John's mind. Except he didn't see himself.\n\n\"What. The. F... WHY CAN'T I SEE MYSELF? AM I DEAD?\" John just stared agape at the mirror. He couldn't process not seeing himself in the mirror, but instead just his tall best friend. After what seemed like hours, John raised his arm and saw George's arm raise. Then he waved, and George mimicked it. Looking down at himself, John saw the same birthmark George has always had on his arm, on himself.\n'Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Why? Crap. What? No, no, no, no. This isn't real. CRAP. I gotta be dreaming. No way this is real. Crap. What?' John collapsed on the ground. He wasn't taking things well. He reverted back to his infant stages and fetal positioned. John rocked back and forth for a bit still contemplating what on earth had just happened. After disillusioning himself further, John deemed it definitely was a dream and he was in control of it.\n\n'Since I am George in this. I'll just screw with him. Not like he'll know anyways. No harm, no foul.' John ripped the shirt off himself quickly and for good measure dropped the pajama pants as well. John was going streaking. He'd always wondered what people thought of someone in their beefy hanes and socks just roaming about. Why not test things out with George. Or rather in George? John didn't know how to phrase it, not that it mattered. \n\n'Campus is huge. Good thing I know George's bike lock combination. But doesn't George also have that Razor scooter still? Alright cool guy, let's \nsee what happens.' John joined the scooter squad and rode out of the dorms with style. He just had to be careful of his ankles. Or, George's ankles. John didn't want to test if it hurt himself or George. Not that he would want to physically hurt George anyways. \n\nNot even within ten minutes of riding a scooter, in his whiter than the middle school's walls whitey tighties, John saw people. Except they were all laughing at someone else. Someone that had the same idea as him, but also looked a lot like him.\n\nJohn rode as fast as he could with the breeze traveling behind him. His thighs exploding with each push of the scooter. \n\n\"What the h e doUBLE HOCKEY STICKS GEORGE?\"\n\n\"Can you blame me John? I was curious\"\n" ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1550847598", "1550852972" ]
[removed]	[WP] You are a human bioweapon, one of the last surviving ones. You were born in a lab to fight and to die. But now that war's over, forever in fact, what will you do with yourself?	6	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/rich_sans, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Direct prompt replies must be good-faith attempts at new stories or poems](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_1.3A_direct_prompt_replies_must_be_good-faith_attempts_at_new_stories_or_poems)\n\n- Fill-in-the-blank: Responses must be at least 100 words. This is essentially a fill-in-the-blank, or you asked a question likely to generate a simple answer. Prompts should encourage a story or poem. \n\n When prompts ask questions, we get responses that just respond with answers instead of actual stories. \n\n Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/atqqi7/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1550892318", "1550893977" ]
	[WP] A story about why pairing a pretty princess with high explosives is probably not the best idea.	10	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "My name is Horatio. I have been a butler for the king and the rest of the royal family since I was old enough to hold up a tray and hang a serviette from my arm and I have royally fucked up.\n\nAs a butler, I’m in charge of making sure the estate is tidy, that the family is happy, and that the princess is all fine and dandy. Usually, that’s not so hard. I mop the floors, take out the garbage, wipe the windows, basically all the things in the Amelia Bedelia books that the titular maid does, but with none of the wordplay. So basically, I follow the list of tasks to the letter and hope that I don’t get any additional busy work. Today was unlike any other day though.\n\nToday, the king and the queen decided to embark on their weekly outing to the capital; thus, they entrusted me with the duty of taking care of the eight year old princess. As soon as they left, everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong. The princess and I weren’t the only people left in the palace. The guards, the muscle in case my butler combat skills proved insufficient, were still roaming about, scanning the surrounding area for any intruders, especially the proselytizers of the Holy Noodliness. Everybody knows that the true God is the Holy Curriness, but I digress. Because the guards often have to deal with intruders, they keep a stockpile of heavy weapons in a hidden bunker somewhere on the grounds. Among the excessive amounts of weaponry in the arsenal, there are explosives, so many in fact that they are capable of blowing up an entire city if they all went off at once. You can imagine what happened, but I’m still going to tell you because that’s just more fun that way.\n\nYou know how little kids are attracted to fire? Well while I was turned away preparing the water for her daily sponge bath, she took a lighter from the kitchen and wandered out into the meadow. When I brought the steaming cauldron of bath water up to the bath, to my great displeasure, I noticed that she was missing. In a state of panic, I roamed all over the grounds, searching for her, hoping that she didn’t harm herself, so I won’t get fired. After running back and forth several times around the estate, I discovered her at the top of a giant pile of dynamite labeled “Property of the Royal Arsenal: DO NOT HOLD NEAR FLAME!” Lo and behold, the princess, in her chubby, outstretched hand, was gripping a lighter. What an insolent brat! I beckoned her to come down and in response, she leaned and stuck her tongue out. I stuck my tongue out back at her. She leans again, trying to do some weird monkey pose, but she lost balance, dropping the lighter.\n\n“Motherf-”\n\nThe entire estate went up in a giant mushroom cloud. I guess not only did the guards possess dynamite, but also freaking nuclear explosives. Everything was burnt to a crisp and whatever wasn’t ash at this point was coated black. I thought to myself, “I’m so losing my job for this.” The little brat lied next to me, her hair frazzled and her clothes grimy and covered in soot and ash. \n\n“Let’s do that again!”\n\nPredictably, her parents fired me the next day. I didn’t really care because I somehow survived a nuclear explosion and I’m grateful for that, but I’m still pretty miffed that I lost this cushy job because this dumb silly little girl thought it would be a good to put fire near a pile of explosives.\n\nBut who cares, I heard the organ trade was very lucrative this time of the year?\n", "All her life, Princess Yanny had only known luxury. How to look pretty, how to preen herself in the most alluring way to suitors, how to be the perfect wife to an unknown prince or king. That was until the day the explosives showed up.\n\nStashed neatly in a nondescript wooden crate, with a simple word \"DANGER\" labelled on it, no one in the kingdom could make sense of the crate's contents. Nobody had a clue of why, of all places, the crate landed in the princess' chambers. The generals instantly suspected an assassination plot, while the court spy realised it could never be this simple. Yanny's father, that greying yet powerful man the kingdom knelt to, ordered the crate taken away, to be investigated by a secret cabal of scientists on the outskirts of the country's borders and in the back pages of its payroll. However, while the box was gingerly loaded onto a carriage for the journey, none of the guards questioned the princess' decision to board the carriage too. How could they? The only man who could question that decision was in the throne room.\n\nOnce she was on the outskirts, Yanny instantly felt the dirt. Not merely the dirt beneath her sparkly pink shoes, but also the dirt in the male scientists' ogling her, and the dirt in the ugly glares that the female scientists threw her. She was not welcome here, and if she was to be honest with herself, she didn't exactly know what was going on. But who could claim to know? She was determined to know, at least.\n\nAnd as she spent more time with the scientists, Yanny lived, ate, slept, worked as they did. Sure, she did accidentally drop a torch on one small stick taken from the crate, which promptly exploded, leaving everyone's ears ringing and her face covered with soot. The laughter from everyone in the room was more unnerving than the loud kaboom to Yanny, who had been taught all her life that being laughed at was a disgrace, but slowly she learned to laugh with them, instead of thinking they were laughing at her. And as her formerly pink dress gradually dulled to a homely light brown with days of grime and mud, Yanny's knowledge - not merely of explosives but also of who she was merely told were her subjects - grew. She knew not to disrupt the older gentlemen before their morning drink, she knew not to talk too much to the women who were at that time of the month, and she knew to not take the immature declarations of love from the younger men in the laboratory too seriously, among other things. No longer was she a mere prop, but an actively contributing member of this little enclave.\n\nBy the time a royal detachment reached the border of the country, they did not find a princess. Indeed, pairing up a princess with high explosives was not the best idea, but it was still a pretty damn good one. The woman who boarded the carriage back to the palace now held the secrets to the crate, and was ready to convince her father to continue the good work of her newfound colleagues in the pursuit of knowledge.", "The plan of the fanatics could no have gone any better, Snipers took out the guards while men next to the road ambushed the car. A truck pulled along side the limousine and pulled the princess into one truck and the U.S. Senator into another. After the men cleared the area the crop duster dropped the home made bombs onto the convoy eliminating evidence of the kidnapping and allowing the fanatics to gain the head start they wanted. \n\nThe princess sat between the two men in the truck on the dusty road in Montana. \"So I have a question for you gentlemen.\" She looked at the men on either side of her and glanced at the four armed with rifles and an RPG in the bed of the truck. \"What do I do with this?\" She said as she lifted a grenade from under her shirt and the spoon flew away. \n\n*\\\\\\\\\\ Five years earlier \\\\\\\\\\**\n\n\"So I pull this pin.... \\Click\\* and throw it towards what I want to explode?\" Princess Erin said holding the armed grenade in her hand. \n\n\"Yes.\" The soldier said trying to keep his nervousness in check. The Princess softly tossed the grenade over the entrenchment and knelled down, plugging her ears. The grenade exploded and shook the ground around them. \n\n\"Ooh that was fun!\" She giggled as she grabbed another grenade and repeated the action, throwing the explosive further than this time. \"Ha. This is great!\" She laughed as she repeated the exercise with two more grenades at the same time. \n\n\"Princess, that's enough grenades. Would you like to see the rest of the training grounds?\" The Sgt. suggested, motioning towards the vehicles. \n\n*\\\\\\\\\\ Today \\\\\\\\\\*\n\nThe driver at least had the sense to at least slow the vehicle down before jumping out, the passenger didn't wait and bailed immediately. The grenade flew through the back window as she layed down in the seat and covered her ears. The grenade exploded in the back and she waited two seconds to get control of the truck and bring it to a stop.\n\nTurning in the seat she grabs the RPG in the back and aims it at the truck behind her. \n\n\\\\\\\\\\* Five years earlier \\\\\\\\\\**\n\n\"Yes please. Could we do some more training with these explosives. Ooh I want to fire a missile!\" She exclaimed. The soldiers looked around nervously hoping this wouldn't be a mistake but they took her around to train with the equipment. Artillery wasn't as fun for her until she was shown Time on Target barrage which excited her enough to cheer like a teenager, but firing one of the anti-tank missiles almost brought her to an hysterical giggle. With each high explosive she trained with that day the soldiers could see a spark of life come to her eyes and the wall of restraint fall away. \n\nAt the end of the day the restraint fell back into place as she thanked the soldiers for the demonstration of their equipment. The effects of the training would not show for some time after. \n\n\\\\\\\\\\ Today \\\\\\\\\\*\n\nThe truck behind her came to a stop as the men bailed out leaving the senator alone inside. \"Idiots.\" She said as she climbed out of the drivers seat, kicking the driver in the head and taking his pistol from him. \n\nOne man, screamed at the others not to shoot her because of how valuable she was. Pulling the pin from the nose of the RPG she fires it at the truck at the third truck before tossing another grenade in the ditch where several of the men were crouched down. Climbing into the drivers seat of the second truck she pulls out of the convoy and away from her kidnappers. \n\n\"How... where did you learn to do that?\" The Senator asked her in shocked disbelief. \n\n\"Oh, just a hobby I picked up a few years back.\"" ]	[ 1, 2, 3, 4 ]	[ "1550908020", "1550910908", "1550908876", "1550911824" ]
[removed]	[WP] Someone gains the ability to reverse time, but only to their day of birth. They plan to make the world a better place, starting with preventing 9/11. The problem? They were born in the year 2000.	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/PureSmoulder, this submission has been removed.\n\n[No explicitly sexual responses, hate speech, or other harmful content](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_2.3A_no_explicitly_sexual_responses.2C_hate_speech.2C_or_other_harmful_content)\n\n- The mods reserve the right to remove anything we feel is harmful to the community. This includes, but is not limited to any forms of hate speech, racism, politics, necrophilia, pedophilia, bestiality, incest, torture, rape, violence against children, and suicide. We will not tolerate it. \n\n Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/atvcjt/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1550927379", "1550928777" ]
	[WP] Tell the story of a man or woman who wakes up one day to find themselves the only person left on earth, all other hunans inexplicably vanished without trace	3	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "That night, Claudia wrapped her arms around her five year old son. He had been sick for the third time and she was struggling to remain calm for his sake. His skin was clammy and the moonlight that seeped through the curtains only made his sickly skin paler. He was breathing heavily against her chest, struggling to breathe through his blocked nose. The heat that radiated from his body made Claudia sweat even more, despite the cold Winter air drafting through the wide-open window. She continued to pat his head gently, eyes wide open staring at the moonlight spilling down the wall through the trees, onto her desk where her work laptop sat updating itself. Her wedding frame was too bright to spot the image inside. It was hard. She closed her eyes as stinging tears forced their way out, trying to forget the stupid idea that he would somehow come back to life. \n\nSleep had taken her away from her son. She remembered having his body in her arms and woke up to the window still wide open, the birds chirping outside and no sign of her little boy.\n\nShe jolted up and landed her wet feet onto the floor, her chest still wet as if he had been snug against her in the last couple of minutes. His heat was still there on her skin.\n\n'Luke, sweetheart?' she tip-toed into the en-suite, worried that she would startle him. He was a little jump-er, would freak out if he didn't see her walk into the same room. The amount of times he was in his own world and yelped when she attacked him with a ruffle to his hair.\n\nHe wasn't inside their bathroom.\n\n'Luke?' she turned around, panic throbbing. 'Sweetheart, where are you?'\n\nHe wasn't outside on the landing or in his bedroom or in the kitchen or the main bathroom or the study or the sitting room - he wasn't anyway. \n\nThe front door was still locked. The backdoor too. At the point of a panic attack, Claudia grabbed her mobile phone beside her work laptop and dialled the police, put the phone to her ear to hear static. Nothing but static. She dropped the phone to the floor and it clattered across the ground, battery off, sliding under the wardrobe out of reach. Claudia couldn't breathe - she raced down the stairs again to the front door and tried to pry it open, momentarily forgetting the keys hanging on the hook beside her.\n\nWhen she burst through the door outside, she was met with a quiet street. Cars on each side of the road, no occupants, vacant. She didn't have time to think about it.\n\nRunning breathlessly down the road, she looked down at her wrist as if her watch was still on, wondering why no one was around. They lived on a main road. It was never quiet. She couldn't stop the tears when she banged on the door to her neighbour's house, not concerned about frightening the old lady who resided inside. They had had their spats when her son would be wailing for his father which annoyed the old hag but she was the only person Claudia knew on the street. She attacked the door over and over with her fists, slamming her knuckles on the door over and over to no avail, the echo of the knocks willowing back behind her.\n\n'Somebody help me,' Claudia tried to scream out but her throat was too closed and her voice trickled out like a rotting whimper.\n\nShe stood back up and decided to try the next house which she knew was full of a large family of Asians. She rang the doorbell repeatedly before slamming her hands against the window. There was nothing. No sign of anyone, no movement, no life, no nothing. Their cars were parked on the road, every single one of them, still there. And no one was coming out.\n\nThere was still no car passing down the road. There was nothing.\n\nDefeat was pressing against her. She wiped her snot and tears from her face and decided to run to the police station, believing she'd see someone. Something. But there was no one. \n\nShe had passed hotels and apartments and shops and some where open, some places had lukewarm coffee sat on tables but there was not a single body, not a single person - nothing to show that she wasn't alone. No phones lying vacant across the streets, in open cars and in buildings had signal, no landlines worked, nor any televisions or radios. It was all static, all nothing. It was too much to bear. \n\nWhen she went outside again, the clouds overhead began to gather. She didn't know what the time was - all clocks appeared to have stopped. All she knew was she wanted her son back in her arms. \n\n'Is there anyone? Anyone at all... please?' she crouched down on the ground and hugged her legs, burrowing her face away from the world, sobbing alone, a sharp kitchen knife lying by her feet. She had picked it up from an open restaurant where the food inside ovens were half-done, fires off, electricity no longer working.\n\nWhen she found the strength to stand up again, she had made her decision. Her son had been unwell for a long time and no medicine seemed to take any effect. And he had disappeared. There was no one around. She had no reason to live. Loneliness was something she could not face, living for herself was something she couldn't imagine. She did not have the power to fight on, to find someone, to hope for something. Life had drained her of her own resolve. Once she had been the kind of person who would throw herself at the world head-first.\n\nWhen they were together, she was strong. She was strength itself. She had a reason to stay grounded in this world. The two would go for long drives across the country and enjoy odd nights in B&B's in villages and towns. They'd be sat on a bed facing an old television, legs tangled together, her head leaning on his chest, his hand patting her head. \n\nClaudia clutched at her chest and let out a loud shriek, wanting nothing more but his warmth again, the cold knife biting at her neck.\n\nAnd then they'd had him, their precious little monster. The two of them were tireless, caring for him during sleepless nights until one day, months after he returned to work, he was killed by a drunk driver when he was coming back from a late shift at the factory job he hated. Her flat was filled with flowers from well-wishers for months. He used to bring her flowers. \n\nHer son missed his daddy more than anything. He was two and used to wait at the front door. Seeing him upset when night after night, he wouldn't return hurt more than anything else in the world. But he still had her and she still had him. \n\nBut now she had nothing. So she closed her eyes, raised her shaking hands and heard their waiting laughter in her ears, the two of them, in her mind, together, with open arms.\n\n&#x200B;" ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1550958525", "1550963389" ]
	[WP] The world is in danger, a priceless artifact must be found in order to save it. you gather the four best suited to retrieve it. The chosen? Lara Croft, Indiana Jones, Benjamin Gates, and Dora the Explorer.	140	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"Great. ISIS. I hate these guys.\"\n\n\"Pretty sure no one likes them, Indy,\" Ben replied. \"Not my first time in a race for the treasure, but it's my first against a group so dangerous.\"\n\n\"Will you cut the chatter?\" Lara asked over the comm. \"Climbing up cliffs isn't easy, and you're distracting.\"\n\n\"Let's count the terrorists in Spanish!\" Dora interjected. \"Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco, seis! That means six!\"\n\nThere was silence for a moment. \"Thank you, Dora,\" Indiana said, sighing. \"So Croft, what can you see?\"\n\nLara took out her binoculars and scanned over the cliffside. \"Looks like they're stuck at the door. Six of 'em. The girl was right... But no telling how many more there are.\"\n\n\"Any markings on the door?\" Ben asked.\n\nLara zoomed in. \"Yeah. There's a triangle with an eye in it, a hand, a pentagram...\"\n\n\"Ah-ha. Freemason symbols. This is definitely the place. If only I could get a closer look at the door...\"\n\nIndiana turned to Dora. \"Okay, kid, you're up. Can you create a distraction?\"\n\nDora smiled. \"This will be the hardest thing I've ever done! I'm going to need your help!\"\n\nIndiana slowly nodded. \"What do you need?\"\n\n\"Will you give me your gun?\"\n\n\"...Okay. I hope you know what you're doing.\"\n\n\"Gracias!\"\n\nDora ran in... or rather, walked at a clipped pace, getting the terrorists' attention. She raised the gun. \"Where are the terrorists?\" She shot several times, missing every one. \"There they are!\" She ran(?) off, the terrorists following, shouting in Arabic.\n\nBen and Indy ran in, while Lara climbed over the clifftop and rejoined the group. \"So what is this?\" Lara asked.\n\nBen pointed to several places. \"This refers to the Treaty of Tordesillas, written 1494, which divided newly discovered lands between the Portuguese Empire and what is now Spain. They divided up the new lands found by Christopher Columbus between them.\"\n\n\"Yeah, the Tordesillas meridian separated their claims.\" Indy nodded. \"This have something to do with the map on the floor?\"\n\nLara looked over it with an experienced eye. \"Yes. This is a puzzle map. If I know my tombs, we have to rearrange the pieces in some order pertaining to the Treaty of Tordesillas. The land masses look vaguely familiar...\"\n\nIndy pointed at one. \"This is part of Brazil. I worked a job there a few years back. It's hard to tell what the other pieces are, though.\"\n\n\"Yeah. They're labeled, but all the labels are in Spanish. I'm not going to be much help here,\" Ben said.\n\n\"Croft?\"\n\n\"If it was in Ancient Greek I could help you. You don't know Spanish, Doctor Jones?\"\n\n\"Portuguese, German, Japanese... but not Spanish.\"\n\n\"So... what are we going to do?\"\n\nIndiana growled. \"There's someone who knows Spanish here.\" He turned on his comm. \"Dora, get your ass down here!\"\n\n\"Looks like someone needs our help!\" Not expecting her to be there so soon, the three jumped. Dora only smiled. \"Did you know? In Spanish, culo means ass!\"" ]	[ 1, 8 ]	[ "1550975556", "1551014842" ]
	[WP] You made a machine and tried to travel back in time but your machine broke and you got trapped in time. Now, you can travel to any year you want but you can't change anything. You are like a time travelling ghost.	3	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Even though it happened so fast, I still remember every moment. The smell of smoke, a flash of light, a loud bang, and bam, I’d time travelled! Not very far, mind you...just a minute into the past. But, the feeling was exhilarating! Unfortunately, a few moments later, Mia’s scream brought me out of my euphoria.\n\nYou see, to go back in time, I’d needed to detach myself from the normal timeline. But, I hadn’t reattached myself. When I tried placing my hands on the walls of the now broken time machine, they simply passed through. When I tried calling out to Mia, she couldn’t hear me. And when I stepped in her way as she ran to check my crumpled body, she didn’t so much as bat an eye. I had become a ghost, and my former body an empty shell.\n\nBut I wasn’t the most distinguished physicist of my time for nothing. I resolved to fix my situation - after all, there wasn’t much else I could do. I had previously attempted to send various items back in time: many, many apples, my lab notebook and pen, and a mouse. Although most of the apples were reduced to seeds and the mouse was nowhere to be seen, my trusty pen and notebook were ready for my use.\n\nAnd so began the slog. I jotted down notes and complex equations to determine how I could possibly rectify my situation. Meanwhile, my trusty assistant Mia locked herself in the lab and toiled night and day between cups of coffee to figure out what went wrong. I pitied Mia, really. Without my valuable guidance and insights what could she hope to accomplish? Nevertheless, I appreciated the effort she put into understanding my brilliant work. \n\nIt was several weeks before I gave up. Even if I could figure out what went wrong, I didn’t have the means to manipulate any of the equipment. I would live out the remainder of my life as a ghost. \n\nI idled my time watching Mia as she worked around the clock. Incredibly, she seemed to actually understand my work. Perhaps I had misjudged her scientific acumen.\n\nThe breakthrough came a few weeks later. Mia was sitting at her desk, when she suddenly stood up, and loudly exclaimed “This it it! I’ve figured it out!” I ran over to see what she had jotted down.\n\nI couldn’t believe it. My assistant had figured out something I hadn’t. She would go on to win the Nobel Prize based on my work, while I would be relegated to the footnotes of the history books as a casualty in the path to progress.\n\nThe next few weeks were a blur of activity. I watched with awe as Mia altered new time machine to utilize her new breakthroughs. I felt a pang of regret as I realized I should’ve treated her more like a peer and less like an incompetent underling.\n\nThe day of the new test finally arrived. I watched with pride as Mia added some final touches to ensure her machine worked as intended. As she warmed the machine up, I took a look at the new configurations. I wanted to see how her breakthroughs would affect the final machine settings. \n\nAfter 5 minutes of searching, I realized with horror what had happened. Mia must have been so preoccupied repairing the time machine, she had forgotten to incorporate her new changes into the machine’s configurations. I realized with sorrow she would suffer the same fate as me if she attempted to time travel.\n\n“Ok, first test”, Mia said to no-one in particular as she loaded an apple into the machine. She pressed a button and poof, the apple detached itself from the normal timeline. I went over and picked it up. Presumably, Mia believed it had been teleported into an alternate timeline.\n\nWith trepidation, I watched as Mia altered some more settings, pressed a button, and entered the machine herself. \n\n“I hope this works,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.\n\nThe smell of smoke, a flash, and a loud bang later, and Mia opened her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed me, and with a huge smile, ran and greeted me an enormous bear hug.\n\n“I’m so glad you’re here! I can’t believe it worked!” she exclaimed.\n\n“I’m glad to see you too.” I said. “But I’ve got some bad news. The machine didn’t work. We’re now detached from the world. Look.”\n\nI placed my hands on the machine to show her we were like ghosts. To my surprise, however, my hands did not go through.\n\n“I know,” Mia grinned. “I wasn’t trying to go back in time. I detached our entire lab from the timeline. Together, I know we can come up with a solution to attach ourselves back.”\n\nI realized she was right. We had the tools, we had the willpower, and together we had the intelligence and knowledge to go back home. " ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1551028064", "1551032893" ]
	[WP] The mischievous Cupid is back at it again. He’s found a perfect target, and fires the arrow. But just before it reaches him, the man in the trench coat and baseball cap turns and catches the arrow with his hand and simply says “No.”	18	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Cupid is an insolent teenager, honestly.\n\nHim and his ridiculous “ships,” where he takes compromising photos of mortals and litters them with emojis, before throwing it onto his AbrosiaGram page. It’s truly obnoxious. Usually he’s chucking arrows at a middle school dance somewhere, but every now and then he heads to Central Park to annoy the joggers with sudden feelings for that instagram model teaching a yoga class.\n\nMost people can’t see him— only about 0.007% of mortals are aware of the gods who trifle with their respective earthly regions, and a lot of them become preachers or something. I, of course, couldn’t imagine becoming some sort of Greek-God priest. What would the bible be, the Percy Jackson series?\n\nIt’s raining in February, not that that’s strange. It’s the 12th, so Cupid is having just a grand time pulling matches out of his ass and making idiots fall in “love” that will last maybe a week, which, hey, at least they’ll have time to buy the discount Valentine’s chocolate to help with the breakup.\n\nPersonally, i’ve never had a crush. I don’t get “feelings” like that, neither natural nor with divine intervention. I’m on the asexual spectrum, and as cynical as I am, I’m truly happy not to have the experience of infatuation or romance. It’s an aspect of “normal” life that seems distracting, and what with my added divine distractions that I do my best to ignore (it is so weird to know that lighting storms are actually Zeus beating it), i’m happy to leave that to the other mortals.\n\nOf course, Cupid had to try it .\n\nThere he is, twirling on a fountain as I hustle along in my trench coat, attempting (and failing) to not get soaked, laughing obnoxiously and firing off little heart shaped arrows as the instagram model hustles a couple old ladies to shelter, while a poor man with an arrow to the soul works on hiding a physical reaction to Cupid’s powers. Which of course the little shit finds hilarious.\n\nI sigh, tugging my coat closer as the park empties, giving up on hurrying as I am now thoroughly soaked, when suddenly I freeze.\n\nI can feel his gaze on me. And I don’t like it.\n\nI can practically sense the arrow flying towards me, and I’m already feeling it’s effects before it’s even struck. It’s not a good feeling, foreign and just wrong to me. I glance over my shoulder, and its like I see it in slow motion as it approaches me, leaving behind a trail of disgustingly sweet hearts the shade of Pepto-Bismal. I reach out my hand, grabbing the stem, and throw an angry glare to the speechless entity.\n\n“No.”\n\nI look down at the arrow, shaking in my grasp, and I drop it in a puddle at my feet, wiping my hand on my coat as though it’s toxic. Which, it kinda is if you really think about it. I stalk up to Cupid, prepared to lecture him about asexuality and how he’s a fucking god of love, he should know better than to afflict people who literally should not and cannot feel that way, when his eyes light up and he says, “You can see me?” with dripping cheer.\n\nI’m a little shocked by this, and I just look at him pointedly. “Dude! That’s so rad...” he begins chattering about who knows what, and I sigh and rub my temples.\n\nIt’s going to be a long day." ]	[ 1, 5 ]	[ "1551031358", "1551037466" ]
	[WP] All psychologists are required to pack some serious heat in case an imaginary friend turns out real, and hostile.	18	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Doctor Levin crossed himself one final time, patted down his chest to ensure his vest was on snugly, pulled the chin strap on his helmet as tight as he could get it, and took another look around his office, when he saw the letter opener lying on the edge of the table near the rubber trim that was installed to cover the wooden edges. It was too close to his 3:00 appointment to risk unlocking any of the drawers, or removing any of the padding to expose a hiding place for these possibly lethal tools.\n\n“Look out below.” He shouted as he slid the scissors through the bars of his window into the courtyard. He wasn’t to worried as he knew the area below his window was still marked off with crime scene tape from Doctor Ford’s unfortunate 11:00 this morning. \n\nThirteen years in Special Operations and he still felt a rush of anxiety when his youngest patients’ appointments came near. He knew it wasn’t the kids’ fault, things just liked to attach themselves to these kids, and it was his job to try to deal with it. As he strapped himself to the desk chair and looked below the keyboard as the row of sheaths holding tasers, knives, an ASP baton, and various pistols with differing ammunition for dealing with a variety of possible IMAG-F’s he felt as ready as he could be for the appointment. He pressed the mic button by his throat twice, signaling to his receptionist that she could initiate the series of airlocks that would allow his next patient to reach his office. \n\nThe display across his office showed a green dot slowly move forward, pause, and move again. No screams came across the comms. No explosions, crashes, or scraping, maybe this one would not be so bad. \n\nIn compliance with common psychiatric Standard Operating Procedures he removed the safety from his claymore detonator while the patient was still a few minutes up the hall. Nothing was less professional than to still be prepping explosives while the patient was present after all. \n\nWith a few deep breaths Doctor Levin finally the button to unlock his inside door and allow the patient access to the one-way mirrored box where he would spend the bulk of today's session. \n\n“Good Afternoon Timmy, how are you feeling today, I hope today’s session can be more productive than last weeks.“ He began, honestly just hoping it was in anyway different than last weeks, he wasn’t sure he could handle that much blood loss twice in one month.\n\n“I’m great Doc, me and Toby were so excited to see you again today. He said he had a special new game to teach you.”\n\nDoctor Levin leaned back slightly in his chair to think about how to respond to that. Then he felt the moist heat of breath on his neck...", "The red heels of the Psychiatrist clicked on the twisted halls, echoes lazily curling back to her. At a crossroads, she stopped -- looked to her left, then to her right, then straight ahead at the wall.\n\n\"Elizabeth,\" she said, softly. \"Can you hear me?\"\n\nElizabeth, her echoes said. Can you hear me?\n\nAfter a sharp breath, the Psychiatrist glanced over her shoulder, then rummaged through her purse. She pulled out a fluorescent lollipop and held it like a flashlight in front of her.\n\n\"You'd think -- \"\n\nShe whirled to see nothing. A rapid tapping of dress shoes carried behind her, and she spun again. But, again, the sound moved to her back. This time, she elected to stare straight ahead at the wall, the lollipop hanging uselessly in her hand.\n\n\"You'd think,\" the voice whispered, \"that a woman of your -- knowledge \\-- would not bring light here.\"\n\n\"Who are you?\"\n\n\"But mayhaps you didn't think so well, did you, hmm?\"\n\nA cold breath slunk beside the Psychiatrist's ear.\n\n\"What,\" asked the Psychiatrist, coolly, calmly, \"is your name?\"\n\n\"Are you new?\" the voice hissed. \"Is that why -- \"\n\nSomething wet touched her neck.\n\nShe flinched.\n\nThe voice's body slammed against hers, and she managed just enough sideways momentum to land in the left corridor. The two of them rolled, thrashing against each other, and the Psychiatrist saw its face: normal, attractive features, all out of order on pale white skin.\n\nOne of its eyes eyes glared at her from its spot on the thing's chin, and the other widened on his forehead as she jabbed a finger into it.\n\nThe Friend hissed in anger more than pain. With a vicious grunt, it flung its knee down on her abdomen.\n\nThe lollipop left her hand and slid across the floor, and the two of them realized it at the same time.\n\nThe Friend scrambled off the Psychiatrist. She caught its leg, only to have all the flesh crumble to maggots in her soft hands.\n\n\"Ew, ew, ew,\" she chanted, clawing with perfectly-manicured fingernails at its well-tailored waistcoat.\n\nIgnoring her disgust, she dug into its back, reaching for a spinal cord as it floundered against her. She caught hold of it and pulled, dragging it backward. Its body slid heavily across the floor.\n\nShe snatched the lollipop and shot to her feet.\n\n\"Don't,\" she warned, chest heaving. \"Don't move.\"\n\nThe Friend's lips, placed horizontally where its nose should've been, parted in a scowl.\n\n\"You wouldn't,\" it snarled. \n\nShe gripped the stick of the lollipop as though it were the pin of a hand grenade.\n\n\"Oh, but I would.\"\n\nAnd then she pulled, and dropped the candy, and -- as though it were a hand grenade -- the Psychiatrist ran for her life.\n\n\\#\n\n\"Nice trip to dreamland, Dr Hazel?\"\n\n\"Oh?\" The Psychiatrist looked up at Elizabeth's father. \n\nAround her, the room came into being -- plush armchair, empty in front of her desk, stacks of paper scattered about her elbows. She touched her hair, which had earlier been in a neat bun, and found strands of hair drooping messily from it.\n\nShe looked back up -- at Elizabeth's father.\n\n\"Oh!\" she said. \"My apologies. I've been quite busy these -- well, these past few weeks, and I -- \"\n\nElizabeth's father waved a hand dismissively. \"I'm sure.\"\n\nThe Psychiatrist uncrossed her legs, realized she was missing one red heel, and tried surreptitiously to cross them again. \"Oh?\" she repeated.\n\n\"Yes, I -- well, it's the most miraculous thing, but Elizabeth's nightmares seem entirely cured! Her imaginary friend's suddenly nowhere to be found.\"\n\n\"Is that so? A benefit of growing up, maybe.\"\n\n\"Or the work of a good psychiatrist,\" said the father. He smiled warmly at her. \"Really, I can't thank you enough.\"\n\n\"I'm only glad she's better.\"\n\nThe father hefted his messenger bag against his shoulder, then toed the hardwood floor in the spot between the lobby and the Psychiatrist's office. \"Well, I'd best be going now,\" he said. \"My thanks again.\"\n\n\"Certainly,\" said the Psychiatrist. As he turn to leave, she then remembered something. \"Oh -- and, Mr Coulson?\"\n\n\"Yes?\"\n\n\"Lollipop?\" She held out the jar of them, and smiled. \"For Elizabeth.\"", "I was surprised to see my next patient. And relieved as well. She was a little girl, with blonde hair and a pink tutu, who skipped into my room and bounced up onto the therapy chair then store at me with innocently curious wide blue-eyes. \n\nHer legs swung back and forth lazily.\n\nI smiled. \"Hello, little gi-\"\n\nSomething flashed. Out of instinct, I reached for my gun but it was too late. It wouldnt have mattered if I was quicker anyway. The gun had been taken. \n\nAnd now it was pressed into my temple by a being I couldnt see.\n\nThe girl was frowning. \"Big girl,\" she said.\n\nSweat trickling down my bald palate, I swallowed painfully and rasped, \"What?\"\n\n\"I. Am. A. Big. Girl,\" she said. \n\n\"Okay. Yeah.\" I nodded. \"Big girl.\"\n\nShe narrowed her eyes at me for a second as if deciding whether to trust me, then she smiled.\n\nThe gun didnt move from my temple, though.\n\n\"You have another patient here,\" she said, looking towards the door suddenly, \"with abilities like mine.\" The corner of her mouth twitched upward. She looked like a psychotic Barbie doll. \"Ooo,\" she whispered. \"And he's powerful, too. Real powerful.\"\n\n\"Well, doc,\" she said, jumping off the couch and heading for the door. \"Gotta go.\"\n\n\"Wait-\"\n\nI heard the gun cock.\n\nI squeezed my eyes shut.\n\nIt fired.\n\nIt never hit me. \n\nI opened my eyes. \n\nThe girl was looking over her shoulder in surprise.\n\nI glanced to my right.\n\nThe bullet point was a millimeter from my temple.\n\nTwo fingers kept it still.\n\nTwo fingers that led to the body of a handsome man with dark features.\n\nThen a boy stepped into view, standing in front of the girl.\n\nShe snapped her head forward to look at him.\n\n\"You want me,\" he told her. \"Leave him\" - referring to me - \"out of it.\"\n\n\n\n" ]	[ 1, 4, 4, 8 ]	[ "1551052024", "1551060112", "1551061362", "1551055914" ]
[removed]	[WP] Zombie dad	3	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/Squeetward, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Prompt users in the title, but don't play writing games or commission stories](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_6.3A_prompt_users_in_the_title.2C_but_don.27t_play_writing_games_or_commission_stories)\n\n- Prompts go in the title, do not extend into text. You can add commentary in the text, but don't add additional prompt restrictions. Also, avoid [too many details](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/prompts?src=RECIPE). \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/ausv04/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1551142437", "1551145541" ]
[deleted]	[WP] You have regeneration and the ability to take away any and all injuries from other people. You've used this to save many lives, but today you are at your limit. You haven't healed anyone in years and you are on your death bed.	1	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Lying on the bed, too weak to move much anymore, I stared at the ceiling. So this was possible. It had not, nay, never occurred to me that death by old age would still be a thing. There was a fundamental problem with that concept, as far as I was concerned. See, I could regenerate. My body heals faster than the norm, my cells, and all such life-providing things, were supposed to be better than this.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAnd yet, here things were. Lying on a dinky bed in a hospital. It had been decades since I last used a bed. This was not my favorite reintroduction to them. It was plain, it was altogether too straight and even for me to feel comfort. In my last moments, I would be in a sterile environment, quietly sequestered away to burn out like a candle. It was an injustice, yet I couldn't very well complain about them doing what they felt was right. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nA few decades, 9 and counting, was that all? In retrospect, I may have wasted all that life. When I was young, I discovered my powers, before I knew what they were. I broke a kneecap one day and was healed up within the hour. Efficient, strong regeneration. And when I understood, I thought, well now I can do what my heart says. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nOne little quirk was that I could heal others too. I'm not sure how I discovered that. Perhaps I cured a headache, that seems most likely. A simple pat and the will to heal was what it took. Within the hour, they would be fine once more. It was a start, but as I grew, I started focusing on an entirely different kind of pain. One that no healing touch could ever alleviate. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe mind's a fickle thing. I'm not sure how it could have possibly thought that extending so many random kindnesses would lead to far-reaching results. And for every one I helped, more died. More were lost in their half-crazed thoughts, left in a maze on mental confusion, terror, misinformation, and who even knew anymore? I couldn't help with that. Idle fancies, healing someone for minor injuries, that all stopped the day I realized that the point was moot.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAnd moot it is indeed. Moot was the point that I could have helped so much more. Moot was the point that this regeneration of mine should have naturally precluded death from the list of things I would suffer. Moot was the point that I would much rather not be in a bed right now. Moot was the point that the light was fading, and that the sounds of joy and confusion permeated from throughout the hospital as I felt an ultimately pointless power use me as a conduit for a selfish last gasp mass healing, like a divine miracle. And what kind of bloody god would even bother doing this anyway...." ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551150300", "1551169474" ]
Credit: u/gageboi8	[WP] You die and instantly wake back up when humans from 10,000 years in the future have figured out a way to revive people with the smallest trace of bone or DNA. You don’t feel the passing of time at all.	10	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "I died 10,000 years ago, or so I'm told. The reality is that I don't know. I was diagnosed with cancer in the second half of my 40s, and it really made things difficult for my wife and I. We eventually came to terms with it, at least on the surface, and we decided one quiet night to make the most of things, no point running away. We really tried our hardest--I know I did, and I know damn well my wife did too, hearing her cry in the bathroom when she probably thought I was asleep. It hurt me like hell to see her like that, but we both did our best to embrace the end of my life, going on trips to remote places, talking to strange and incredible people, seeing aurora after aurora.\n\nAnd then I woke up--I think I woke up--in a strange land with strange smells and strange colors. I was scared out of my mind when I first saw it all, but after I managed to calm down, I was told that I died 10,000 years ago, and that by a miracle of God they had managed to find a skin flake with a usable strand of DNA wedged in the dusty remains of a book, some nameless mass of paper remnants that were only barely being held together somehow. They said that all previous traces of humanity were lost in the Truh-boo-gray? God, I couldn't even figure out what they were saying.\n\nCould you even call them people? How could man change so drastically, so fundamentally. I thought it had to have been a trick of the light, of the Devil, of something. It couldn't have been reality, but somehow deep down I knew it was. Our bodies are amazing, you know. I was able to adapt so quickly to something so absurd.\n\nThey asked me so many questions, and I went to so many places. I'm sure I spoke a lot, and I'm sure I witnessed so many incredible things, but you know what? My brain sort of just shut down after a certain point. I think I was still telling them things, but I felt like my consciousness just evaporated after a while, surrounded by all the incomprehensible lights and sounds. I don't know what I can do anymore except desperately trying to hold on to the the fragments of memory in my mind--to the even-now deteriorating moments that my wife and I had worked so hard to make a reality in our small, quiet corner of the world. Like when I failed making cheesecake and she laughed at me, when we celebrated her birthday in the Bahamas, when we got a new dog… or was it a cat…\n\nI just want to go home.\n" ]	[ 1, 6 ]	[ "1551154307", "1551158654" ]
	[WP] First contact wasn't a planetary visitation or scientists discovering signals from the stars, it was two pen pals with no idea just how vast the distance between them really was.	24	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"\n'How was your day-'\n\n'Hey, long tim-'\n\n'Hearing from you-'\n\nAah! Got it!\n\n'Hey. I just got your message. It was in my filters. I'd like to get to know you too. I like to talk to people a lot! My name is Klach. Romak is just my email name because my father doesn't allow me to use internet for fun and I've to come on during the nights with a fake name. Where are you from by the way? I'm from Spiti. It's a nice little place in the Southern part. Hope to see your message soon.'\n\nYeah, this! This is the one! It said Spiti. Note it down!\n\n'Hey, I'm from-'\n\nNope.\n\n'Oh India? I've never heard of such a place. I guess it's in the northern part. I'd like to go to the northern part. People say nice things about it. Once I get to legal age, I'll go anywhere I want. It's nice-' blah blah blah.\n\"Sorry I couldn't message you for this long. I got... beat up... by my dad. He saw my emails and he got very angry and he also grounded me for these 2 months. Now he's calmed down and he's okay now. Hopefully he won't be able to find out this time. I'm being super secretive this time. Anyway, let's not get sappy and tell me how has been your time?'\n\n...\n\n'Dude! If you got beat up for using this, then don't use it! I don't want you to get beaten up because of me! It's not right! We'll be fine without talking.'\n\n'It's my choice that I talk to you! I'd get beaten up but I don't care! I wanna talk to you! This is the only time of day where I feel alive and happy and I don't care about my father. I'll handle him but please don't leave this beautiful thing we have.. this thing that I have!' \n\n..\n\nThere are no more messages after this. \nDr. Gokul, how do you wanna proceed?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry. It's a sad story but this is our first and the closest we've been to an extra-terrestrial being. We can't lose this opportunity. \"\n\n\"As you say.\"", "One night when I was ten years old, I noticed a small window pop up in the corner of my family's computer. It was an interface I'd never seen before, but boundless possibilities springing up in my head, I clicked on it with little hesitation. A blank white panel suddenly appeared, I remember, and on it, a single message.\n\nY: Hello?\n\nMy mind was ever adventurous, and to that inquisitive word I typed, trying to be silent as to not wake my parents:\n\nA: Hi\n\nThat was my first encounter with Y.\n\nWe talked often in the following months, talking about things like hobbies and where we lived. I would tell him:\n\nA: I live in Ohio. It's kind of boring, but there's a cool river nearby. I like to go there because it's quiet and no one goes there.\n\nand he would respond:\n\nY: I've never heard of Ohio. I'm from Rexgh, and there are no rivers near my house I think. But I also love quiet places. And many times I like to go there to think.\n\nHe would always talk about the strangest things and concepts, places and activities I'd never heard of. The world is so big, it made me think, yet despite all the differences, I felt closer to him then any of the real people in my own life.\n\nWe quickly started to take what the other said without question, marvelling at how different our lives were. I especially loved hearing about his pet. He said that where he was from, pets didn't have names, but his pet was twice as big as him and could carry him quickly across his home. I asked if it was quick like lightning, but when he seemed unsure as to what lightening was, I had no idea how to describe it.\n\nY was just like me, I slowly started to realize. He was never able to make any friends, and all of the people in his class (\"pod,\" he called it) would ignore him. His family also didn't listen to him, and many times he wasn't able to eat, because his brothers and sisters pushed him out of the way. I thought that was horrible. Even though my mom and dad were always mean, I was at least able to eat.\n\nOne day, though, Y started to talk differently, and I noticed this, so I asked what was wrong. What he said next contained a lot of words, names, and places I could never hope to understand, but at the end of it all, to which I watched quietly, he typed:\n\n\"I have to go now. My parents don't like that I can't become good enough, so they are making me leave the colony. I will do my best to become stronger so we can talk again.\"\n\nI didn't understand what any of it meant, but it sounded final and I hated that with every inch of my body. I didn't want him to leave of course, but my thoughts had no effect on the cruel rapids of an unfeeling reality. That would never change.\n\nI waited for him to respond for months following that message, but it never came. Eventually, my dad caught on to how I was going on the computer at night, and the scars that resulted ensured that I would never look at a computer the same way again.\n\nI left that household behind a long time ago, and I'm slowly rebuilding my life, though. Step by step, I do my best to create a future for myself that no one seemed willing to give me before.\n\nSometimes the memories of my youth come rushing back, and I search enormous maps for where the ephemeral town of Rexgh might reside, but like lightning, it only exists as a bright light burned into my memory.\n\nEven if I never find it, though, I'm certain Y is still trying his hardest to survive and find me as well." ]	[ 1, 1, 13 ]	[ "1551165307", "1551171697", "1551170699" ]
	[WP] Homo sapiens (humans) go from ‘least concern’ to ‘endangered’ on conservation status.	8	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "From Space, the KinKin scientists overlooked the browning planet. Kin-Ri, the chief scientist, rubbed a long slender finger against the top of his temple. He keep glancing from his dataslate to the Planet and then back to to the dataslate. His finger slid down his purple skin, the tip of his fingernails leaving a green mark on the side of his face. \n\nHe clasped his ten-fingered hands together. Twenty fingers interwoven together in a complex motions. \n\nAnother KinKin scientist, signaled back, “This is earth.”\n\nKin-Ri’s longest finger traced a line of glimmering lights on the face of his datasheet. The planet there blazed with light from the great cities. The planet before him was Black save for the soft glow of the moon.\n\nAs the space-orb rotated around the dying planet, Kin-Ri expected to a see a vast array of green and blue with a dash of golden sand. However as the station orbited, everything turned into a barren brown. \n\nKin-Ri could feel his skin sag as a great sadness swept over him. He gazed at the brown, searching the dust heap. He felt familiar fingers dance over his back, rubbing the drooping sadness out of his skin.\n\nThey were relying a message, “If the humans are still alive, we can save them.”\n\nKin-Ri singalled back, “But who can save their planet.” \n\n\\--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nKin-Ri was the first to board the landing shuttle, followed by half a dozen slender scientists. He stood at the front of the shuttle looking at the planet. \n\nFamiliar fingers tapped his shoulder playfully. \n\nHis hands replied, “Kin-So, how could they wait so long to send us.”\n\nKin-So replied, “Some in the senate didn’t want Earth to be saved. Even now, some are trying to pull us back. They say it’s right the earth should turn to dust, it’s natural.”\n\nKin-Ri’s fingers trembled, “Another sentient species on the brink of destruction because of our foolishness.”\n\n“Their Foolishness,” she corrected him. Her finger arched across the glass, “Think of all the intelligence we have yet to discover. All the mighty civilizations which formed and then returned to Dust because of foolishness.”\n\n“If only we could have taught them Wisdom. If only we had been allowed to come sooner.”\n\nShe rested her head in his hand and smiled. “We have come now,” she said.\n\n\\--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe box shuttle landed at each indication of life. Kin-Ri and Kin-So led expeditions among the decaying landscape. They wandered from through piles of fallen leaves and wilted grass. They dredged along river choked with silt. When they dug into the soil, insects slivered through the rubble. But the soil returned no humans to them. \n\nFinally, they found a light shining from a rocky cliff beside the sea. They landed their ship at the top of the outcropping. \n\nKin-Ri departed the ship and walked along the rocks. The found the light shining into the sky. A cord ran among the pebbles to the shore. Kin-Ri and Kin-So followed the cable. On the sand the cable turned back around into a crack within cliff-wall.\n\nKin-Ri signalled at the slim passage. Kin-So grabbed a heat detector strapped at her waist. She held it toward the tunnel. A screen showed the outline of moving forms, humans forms.\n\nKin-Ri’s hands wrapped around Kin-So’s hands. The detector fell the the sand. Their hands pulsed together for a joyous moment. Before their hands disconnected, Kin-Ri said, “You stay here.” Then Kin-Ri turned toward the cave, and strapped on a protective suit. \n\nBefore he entered the crack, Kin-So signalled, “Don’t scare them.”\n\nKin-Ri signalled good-bye and entered the cave with the detector in hand. He followed the heat signatures through slim moss covered corridors. He brushed his hands against the green moss. He felt its burning life. Eventually, he found a large metal slab.\n\nHe pulled a translator out of his suit and held it in his hands. Then, his fingers rapped against metal. The sound filled the cavern. \n\nThe door stood still.\n\nHis finger worked the translator, “Hello Humans, I am a scientist from outer space. I come in peace. I am here to save you. Please open your door. I am tall with purple skin. I don’t want to frighten you.”\n\nThe translator continued to drone assurances until the door finally opened. Two pale faces watched him with awe.\n\nKin-Ri reached out a hand. Their hands touched. The humans allowed the alien to enter.\n\n\\--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe humans told him how a weaponized disease swept across the land. The humans reassured Kin-Ri that other humans survived in hidden bunkers across the land. They would help Kin-Ri find them. \n\nAs they left the bunker together, the detector faced the shore. Kin-Ri could make out the sweet outline of Kin-So. \n\nShe was sitting on the ground monitoring his progress. To her left, three shorter Silhouettes approached her slowly.\n\nKin-Ri hands grasped at the translator. It boomed, “Are there more humans here.”\n\nA small brown haired human frowned, “They went hunting for food.”\n\nKin-Ri dropped the translator, and rushed to the shore.\n\nWhen he exited the tunnel, he saw three humans standing around the fallen body of Kin-So. Green fluid leaked for her skin, her hand were shriveled in tight balls.\n\nKin-Ri’s hands smashed together sending a boom across the sand. The humans turned toward him startled and began raised a weapon. The projectile glanced harmlessly off his suit. \n\nKin-Ri’s hands twitched as he walked toward the humans. Another bullet, fell into the sand. Just before he reached them, he heard a scream from behind, “Don’t hurt them.”\n\nThe humans looked at him terrified. He had only reach out his hands and could crush their skulls. But, he didn’t. He pushed them aside, and fell beside Kin-So. His skin sagged to the dirt as his hands picked up her lifeless fingers. \n\nThe humans formed a group behind him. He could hear one of them explaining to the others. Kin-Ri picked up Kin-So and headed back to the ship with the humans on his heels." ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551231324", "1551237474" ]
	[WP]You are a great surgeon but when you have a patient that can't make it through with the power of modern medicine, you tattoo their name on your body. The tattoo is a forgotten ritual that extends the life of the patient in exchange for a portion of your life span.	27	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Dana was failing. Her hair, once long and full, hung in matted clumps, tangled and limp. Crispen, a man born of science but mystical in nature, knelt beside her. He traced his long fingers along her near-transparent skin as she struggled for breath. \n\n\"The docs say the marrow transplant failed.\" he whispered. \n\nFor the first time since he entered the room, her eyes met his. He could see she still resisted the aid he offered.\n\n\"It's so easy,\" he said, \"Just pin pricks. A walk in the park compared to a transplant.\"\n\nShe shook her head. A few weeks ago, before her strength left, she refused to consider his \"magic.\" She was young, soon to be wed and hoped to have children. His craft was little understood and tinkered with elements born from the beginnings of life itself. \n\n\"There are no more options, Dana. You'll be dead soon. A dead, single, childless woman who could have lived a full, happy and rich life. I won't harm your children. I love offspring. Conception to,\" he paused, \"I'm pro creation, Dana. You know that.\"\n\nDana pulled away from his touch. His fingers felt like sandpaper, making microscopic slices in her skin at every pass. She looked deeper into his eyes. They were dark, mysterious. He opened his eyelids more so she could peer in. \n\n\"You don't trust me. You don't trust these lovely, deep pools of primordial oozey eyes?\" \n\nHe drew a tight scowl and threw his bony nose in the air in prudish mockery.\n\nSoftening again, he looked back to her. \"You can always adopt. In fact, maybe knowing what you know about yourself, maybe that's something you should have considered anyway. Your mom, her mom, her mom's mom, diu noctuque didn't know until it was too late. So it comes to you, burden and decision.\"\n\nDana asked him to stay quiet for one minute. She closed her eyes and turned her thoughts inward. It was the day after her 32nd birthday when she learned. Her mom died at 35. Her grandmother, 33. Their illnesses were diagnosed. But how far back did early death reach in her family? Why condemn her children to the same fate?\n\n\"Okay, cocksucker. I'll do it. And if I have children, no tricks. They get to live normal lives. No funny business from you.\"\n\nCrispen smirked then gloated. \"Great. You'll be fine, better than fine. And you'll be famous. Of course we'll keep your name secret, you and I. While we can, anyway. But when word gets out, that'll be hard to do. Eventually it'll calm down for you. Hell, I don't even know if people are familiar with Dolly anymore.\"\n\nCrispen didn't waste time. He pointed to the spot he had previously rubbed on her arm. \"Right here, that's where you'll get my name. I'll put your name here,\" he pointed to his right eyeball, \"I'll take some of your blood,\" he said as he stuck a needle into her arm, \"because all of this has to be done real personal-like.\"\n\nDana watched Crispen load her blood into a cylinder protruding from gun-like stainless steel tool. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\\\\\\\ sorry - out of time - gotta go \\\\\\\\\n\n&#x200B;" ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1551232942", "1551238826" ]
	[WP] "Hey, I think I've been productive today! I mean, I robbed a house, killed a man, made the mafia and the police all switch roles, and now, I've finally managed to bake cookies without burning down the house! It's improvement!" "You are a disgusting, despicable human being."	51	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "“Aw shucks. You really know how to make a guy’s day spidey,” our favourite Merc with a mouth gushed.\n\nSpider-Man slammed his hand onto his forehead as Wade wrapped him in a tight hug. He shot out a web towards a trash can securing it on the lid and pulled it towards him.\n\nThe metal disc slammed into Deadpool’s head remaining stuck there.\n\n“You even got me a present?!? You shouldn’t have! :”D”\n\n“Can you please get off of me? Before I slam you?”\n\n“Usually my dates take me out a few more times before we get to that stage. But for you I’d do anything ;D”\n\nWade let go of his involuntary friend and pried off the trash can lid in his head sending some brain matter flying everywhere. \n\n\nr/PsyionicWrites " ]	[ 1, 8 ]	[ "1551244092", "1551252503" ]
	[WP] You're a complete shut-in who can't stand clocks, in fact you haven't looked at one in years and have since lost track of time entirely. One day you try to leave your house only to realize theres nothing there. Somehow you managed to ignore time itself, and now live outside it.	89	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "[Poem] \n\nOkay, so just a quick \"preface\", but this is my first time ever posting on this sub, and I'm quite sleepy and wrote this on the spot in like less than 3 hours, so go easy on me. This is just a draft (as in it could be a lot better and needs more editing before I can consider it \"complete\") that I might do something with in the future, but for now it's just a response to your cool idea, OP, so thanks for the inspiration! \n\n\nFor the first time in years\n\nThat passed me by in a blur\n\nIn the prison and shelter of home,\n\nI - with bated breath - \n\nslowly - the weight of the deafening silence\n\ngetting heavier by the second - \n\nturn - the creak cleaves the quiet of the house - \n\nthe knob - click!\n \nThe squeak of the door is the only voice to be heard, \n\nAs I swallow my dread, and take that first heavy step---\n\nOnly, my foot never lands, yet does not fall through space. \n\nThe house and the whole world around evanesces into the void,\n\nMy body simply floating there like a lone asteroid,\n\nOrbiting around a black vacuum, in place of that old sun,\n\nThat seems to have sucked all of my fears and insecurities,\n\nAlong with every crumb of bliss and hope.\n\n\nMy life that was once a perpetually replaying tape\n\nOf that day I closed my curtains and locked my gate\n\nIs now a freeze-frame of an abandoned fate.\n\nIn this new world that is motionless,\n\nI am... weightless...\n\n...am emotionless... \n\nLost in \"where am I? Who am I?\"\n\nI was... or I will be... or I am... but am I? \n\nFrozen in this infinite void \n\nThat is eternally severed from time.\n\n", "Jim's hand starts to cramp, but it doesn't mater - it is time to let go. Time - this is the first time he's thought about it in... well, he really isn't sure, as he hasn't been thinking about time. But he lets go anyway, and the sails stay put. The glue has successfully set on the little masts on the tiny ship in the ornate bottle. He hefts the bottle lovingly, and carefully sets it into position - next in line.\n\nWhile rubbing the stiff knots out of his hands, he looks at his collection. 1,837, now. Each in its own distinctive bottle. Each a unique vessel. Sloops, galleys, frigates, triremes - nearly every type of ship to travel by sail is somewhere in a bottle in this basement room.\n\nWith a satisfied sigh, Jim gets up from his stool, and shuffles to the supply cabinet. He's ready to begin his next - maybe a ketch. His footfalls barely stir the musty air. Alas, he finds no new bottles, and far too little wood remains. He stands, hunched and motionless, unsure of what to do now. All he's done in... however long it has been, was make these ships. Nothing else, not since he smashed the clocks because she had loved them.\n\nThis thought gets him moving - he shuffles in double time away from the cabinet, as if he can outrun his memories. But when he reaches the bedroom, to begin dressing to go out, he finds he can not avoid them so easily. Had it only been six years? Not since he left the house - he has no idea how long has passed, down in the workshop. It was only six years that she had walked the Earth. Six years that she had brightened his heart.\n\nBrown shoes. Brown pants. Tan shirt. Focus on the immediate, the simple - remembering the past is too painful. He tries to drown it out with mundanity. Loop, swoop, and pull. But these simple distractions aren't enough - and a crystal-clear image pops into his mind.\n\nThe fall light shining behind her, wrapping paper all around. A smile brighter than the sun as she puts on her first watch; a dancing ballerina whose arms tell the hour. The memory is sharp as jagged glass, and cuts just as deep.\n\nJim tries to focus on his keys, as a simple distraction from this pain - but as he holds them before his eyes, their gentle swing becomes that of a pendulum. He sees again her face, watching with simple, unadulterated joy, as the grandfather clock swings metronomically through the hours. The sinusoidal rhythm of its own weighted pendulum matches, for a moment, that of his keys - and he throws them in sudden anguish.\n\nAutism, they said. She used no words, but her happiness needed no words. It was as clear as a neon sign, as long as she could watch a clock. Digital wouldn't do - it had to spin or tick or swing. And he'd indulged her - it seemed the least he could do, since cancer had taken her mother and a disorder had taken her speech. For a time, then, his life was full of her smiles and the ticks of clocks. But autism turned out to be the least of her ailments.\n\nFinally, he finds the keys he had thrown, and heads for the door. Outside it is night. No, darker than night - pure blackness. Maybe less than blackness. Jim pauses on the threshold, and looks back. There are no clocks in there now - every tick, every whir, every swing of the pendulum was a reminder of the minutes, hours, days, and years that had been stolen from her. He had smashed them all - they would never bring light to her face again anyway. But even without the clocks, he couldn't go back in there. Not without supplies for more ships. The pain was too present.\n\nSo he headed out into the less-than-darkness. Only losing himself in his glass-encased navy could distract him from the loss. He couldn't refill his heart, but he could at least fill bottles with ships. But where could he find more parts? He couldn't see a thing.\n\nHe mumbles about needing light, as he shuffles to and fro, for uncountable time-outside-of time. If he just had light, he could find more supplies. He feels it, eventually - a change. There is light now. He can't see it - there is nothing for it to illuminate. But there is light and darkness now.\n\nWhat next? What do ships need? Seas, to sail. And ports of call. And so he separates land from the sea....\n\n&#x200B;\n\nYou can read more of my work at /r/TheFeshyWords", "There was nothing there when I opened the door. When I say nothing, I mean there was no light and no discernable ground upon which to step. If I was to try and describe what might have happened, I would think that maybe I had lost track of time entirely to the extent that I now live outside time itself. Certainly my lack of internet connectivity and cell service could be explained by this assumption. I decided I needed to turn my house into a time travel device, as I had only 3 days of food and water to survive on. I had one thing going for me. I was a micro-biologist. After converting the house into a time-machine over the next few days I was ready to launch the time-house into uncharted territory. I tapped the date, time and location into my house time-control panel, and hit the 'go' button. Nothing happened. Later I succumbed to dehydration, and died.", "Mind over matter. That’s what they say right? If that’s true it explains how I got here. However, it doesn’t explain why I can’t get back. Mind over matter. I’ve repeated that mantra back to myself for all my life.\n\nAt least I think I did; truth be told I’m starting to wonder if I ever lead a life. If those old thoughts, daydreams, and nightmares of a life lost aren’t just that. Distorted delusions of a world I never lived in, a life I never had.\n\nRemembering from the beginning can help dissuade these distraught thoughts. That and reading. But I’ve run out of books on rhyme, and these days works of fiction make me feel—something—I’d rather not feel. \n\nI spent a lifetime avoiding clocks and the very concept of time. I found it to be a distraction that only served to rush. And rushing was a hinderance, a liability, a risk. It was what killed my father. As he was always hurrying to finish his sculptures. Always avoiding frivolous safety concerns. So, that’s how I found him. Working on one of his sculptures, smothered beneath it, skin turned purple. “Crushed by his art one last time” my mother said.\n\nShe was always a bit crass. A bit blunt and jaded, I think that’s why my father loved her. She was a physicist, the polar opposite of him. Rigid, strict, and pessimistic. However, she still had a sense of compassion, an obligation to aid her fellow man. A purity of heart that somehow bloomed in the festering soil of the intellect that most usually births flowers of indifference and disdain. \n\nSo I thought to myself, mind over matter, as I dipped and dodged time as best I could in life. Living by no schedule, no appointments, no regulations or consistency. Admittedly I was a bit of a shut in. But I felt free without time constricting me. However, after having done so for so long, I must not have noticed when I dived and ducked my way out of time and right into what I call the absence. \n\nMind over matter right? The absence has been my home for I don’t know how long now. It feels like years. But I haven’t aged. I haven’t gotten hungry or thirsty, I haven’t even needed to use the bathroom. I wander the absence alone. I’ve never seen another person here; in fact, I’ve never seen animals here either, not even insects. The only living things here depend on your definition of living. To most grass and trees and every other plant wouldn’t constituent as “life”. And the of course there’s me, but who knows where that lies on the line.\n\nEven stranger, The Absence doesn’t seem to follow the laws of physics my mother spent her lifetime fretting over. I had once thrown a ball and watched as it (presumably) left the atmosphere. Shattered glass would float outward for ever. Gravity here seemed fickle. Objects subjected to external forces ignored gravity’s grasp. And yet I remained suctioned to the planet, even after a few hearty hops. Gravity, to me, felt fine. I spent a lot of time analyzing how differently physics played out in The Absence. I think my mother would have loved that.\n\nIt’s strange. Thoughts of my family always bring me drifting back to my old home. The home where my mother still lived, where my father had died. Where she hid his sculptures away in an old dilapidated greenhouse outback. I’d never gone in that greenhouse. Not in my old life and certainly not in The Absence.\n\nI wandered the The Absence for so long I wound up somewhere in Nepal, before homesickness once again drove me back. It took months. Maybe even years to make it back home. I walked across both the ocean and continents. In truth I’d lost my way more than once. But I eventually found it. That old three story sanctuary. Where I learned to love the stories of Vonnegut as a young man. Where my mother showed me Cosmos and A space odyssey for the first time. Where I fell in love with imagination. Where I found my father crushed and lifeless. And of corse there stood the greenhouse. Untouched by man or time alike. \n\nI entered it for he first time in either of my lives. Greeting me was the sculpture my father was killed by. I’d never noticed what it was. Or maybe I did and just blocked it out. In front me stood a massive pocket watch composed of hundreds of other clocks and watches. Even with goosebumps covering every inch of me I couldn’t help it. “Breathtaking” I thought with a light chuckle. My mother would’ve loved that too. And of course the sculpture was surely for my mother. She loved clocks, a physicists fetish, I’m sure. But as I rounded the clock I’d seen something that returned an old feeling. A feeling I hadn’t experienced since I had first found myself in The Absence. Overwhelmed. I’d dropped to my knees, tears began to well in my eyes, carved into the back of the watch was the phrase, “Mind over matter” and a small platinum and gold embroidered pocket watch was duct-taped beneath it. It was for me. He knew. My father knew.\n\nI reached out, my tears clouding my vision and staining the ancient tiles. And as I ripped the smaller pocket watch off the sculpture and opened it up a sound came to me. Calm and sweet, tender like a birds song; the ticking of a watch. I was home.", "(Constructive criticism is welcome) \n\n\nW-what? How did this happen? Am I outside of time?” She said as she looked outside into the timeless abyss.\n\n\nShe stepped back into her small brick house closing the door behind her.\n\n“Is this what happens when you ignore time?”\nShe yelled thinking she was alone, oh but that, that was a lie and yes I am not your narrator. This slender, young woman has entered MY timeless realm. It is time to introduce myself..\n\n“Yes it is, now what are you doing here?” A voice said that seemingly echoed around\n\n“I-Is someone here?” Her voice now shook as I appeared, I too was human but I have learnt how to control this timeless realm. \n\n“That doesn’t answer my question, who are you” the figure in the shadows asked\n\n“I-I’m Lizzy But you can call me Liz” She answered shakily\n\nOf course I have to somehow return her to time but how? Well I must introduce myself now. Of course your narrator has been narrating a bit.\n\n“Well then Liz are you from here? You look like you’re just came.” The figure stepped out of the shadows revealing a woman with black clothes that had glowing lines on it. Her hair was black and in a bun she stopped in front of the table Liz was sitting at.\n\nOh just before we continue, your narrator forgot to give you the picture of what the room looks like, the walls are a ugly gray. The floor however is a beautiful marble floor it’s quite a big room for such a small table, there’s paintings on the walls as well. It’s nice enough. \n\nHey we’re still writing the story, so I forgot a bit that’s okay.\n\nLet’s resume.\n\n“No, I don’t even know where here is.”\n\nAt this moment I had a idea, I’ll send her back using a clock, I have the materials for one.\n\n“This is my timeless realm, I’ve never been to Earth since 1678”\n\n“What? The year is 2019 on earth. Do you think I could go back?”\n\n“Yes, I might go with you also, I’m not actually trapped but this place is really good for keeping youth” The strange lady said as she walked towards Lizzy\n\n“W-wait what do you mean by you are not trapped?” The woman took Liz’s hand\n\n“I mean I have a way out, hold on tight, your shoes aren’t made for this.” And like that they went out the door and jumped across the debris careful not to fall into the abyss under them until they could now see a small modern white house \n\n\n“Which is and what is this place?”\n\n“Don’t you worry dear, we’ll get you out soon.”\nThe woman had already left the room to get the parts before Liz could say anything. \n\nLiz took a seat at the table fixing up her white shirt and black skirt that she would’ve worn to work.\n\nThe woman returned putting a box full of clock parts infront of her.\n“We just need to put this together and we can go”\n\n“Is it that easy?”\n\n“Yes. Now hurry!”\n\nThe two women worked quickly together to build the clock.\n\nIt was now finished and it seemed like there was a tornado forming? What, I didn’t sign up for them to die. Well I’m giving the narration back to our resident strange woman. Thank you narrator, well here we see time returning, around them it started to become bright and suddenly, a flash and then darkness. They both lay unconscious in the realm of time.\n\nLiz woke up slowly, in her bed to the sound of a clock ticking, the year is 2019.\n\n" ]	[ 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 5 ]	[ "1551289984", "1551323215", "1551324822", "1551306734", "1551319736", "1551306198" ]
[removed]	[WP] Reality is defined not by science, but by a forgotten magic controlled by will and belief. You rediscover this magic and must combat a growing belief before it’s too late.	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/nbraynor, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Prompt users in the title, but don't play writing games or commission stories](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_6.3A_prompt_users_in_the_title.2C_but_don.27t_play_writing_games_or_commission_stories)\n\n- Too Detailed: Your post includes too many details to be considered a prompt. It has become a story commission, which is not allowed. Prompts are meant to inspire users to write their own work, not write something for you. \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/avjhye/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1551307359", "1551307461" ]
	[WP] Your entire family are satanists. For generations, members of your family have entered into partnerships with demons in their teenage years. Your family expect you to do likewise, any day from now - and you’re sure they won’t approve when you tell them you don’t want to.	6	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Like most spoiled 18 year olds, Tiffany had a car. It was a convertible, hot pink in color with a custom license plate reading “H0TT3” hung on the back.\n\nUnlike most spoiled 18 year olds, Tiffany was accompanied by her “seeing eye dog” at all times.\n\nIt’s name was Muffy and it was not a weirdly hairy golden retriever, like most people assumed. \n\nIt was a demon. \n\nTim hated it. \n\nDante had it right when he’d said there were 9 circles of hell. Fun fact about them, each one contained stronger and more varied demons. Muffy was a level 5 Asmodeus, a demon whose powers centered around lust. It was a fairly strong demon for a human to hold, and Tiffany had been extraordinarily proud to get paired with the thing. \n\n“It’s becomes I’m a MacNiel.” She had confided in him, after she had completed her Soul Exchange. The process was the third sacrament of the Satanic Church, and a right of passage for all satanists when they turned 16 years of age. The process allowed them to finish signing their souls over to the Lord himself, and be gifted with demons who would suite them in life in return. “Our family line is a badass one, Tim. You’ll probably get a strong demon yourself.” \n\n14 at the time, he’d loudly agreed with his cousin in excitement. Dreamed about his future demonic partner, and how they’d conquer the world together. Do their Lord’s bidding, live the blessed and rich life his family had for generations. \n\nHe’d been a normal, average satanist.\n\nThen the dreams had come. \n\nThey’d started off almost like a video game. People had challenged him. Given him trials, asked him weird questions. It was fun--up until it wasn’t. Tim was used to dark things. Blood, gore, cannibalism. But things the dreams strayed from them. Things went political, then philosophical. You had no secrets from the Lord and Tim had never truly kept any, not from the man below or from his family. \n\nBut it wasn’t always the Lord’s people who visited him, in these dreams. \n\nThey laid him bare in a way he himself never had. They forced him to take a look at things. Rethink his stances. Rethink his life. \n\nTwo years, this had gone on. Two years, with Tim growing increasingly uncomfortable, questioning not just his own decisions but the ones of those around him. Saw the world in a way outside the Church. Saw life as others did. \n\nTwo years, until days before his 16th birthday, when it had finally been revealed to him that he had never been dreaming, but instead walking through all 9 circles of Hell.\n\n“It’s something we do to everyone.” Belphegor said, a hunched humanoid demon with a traditional pointed tail told him, the both of them walking through a space too dark for Tim to make out. “Part of the test. We can’t properly pair demons with humans until we know everything about you--who you are, and who you will be.” \n\n“You make everyone do this?” Tim said, tone doubtful. \n\n“No.” Belphegor shook his head, tone contemplative. “Usually it’s just a night or two. You though, you we needed to consider.” \n\nFear lanced down Tim’s spine. “Why?” He asked, dreading the answer. \n\nBelphegor finally turned to face him, a frown slashing over his pointed face. “We’ll get straight to the point. The longer a human bloodline goes back, the stronger it gets. Your family has been satanists for generations.”\n\nTim knew this, but stayed quiet. There was something important here. Something Belphegor was building up to. \n\n“ Our Lord always rewards those who are loyal. The more powerful the blood, the farther down in hell it can go. At times though, the power...exceeds, His expectations.” \n\n“What...does that mean?” Tim asked--but it was a lie. \n\nHe knew. \n\nBelphegor laid a clawed hand gently on Tim’s shoulder. “You hold a great power, Tim.” He said, voice almost sorrowful. “I’m afraid that power called to creatures beyond our control. They’ve been speaking to you, haven’t they?” \n\nTim didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His mouth closed, his throat too dry. He didn’t need to though--the look on his face said it all. \n\nBelphegor squeezed his shoulder “This is hard for me to say, son, but you must know the truth. We can offer you a demon. One from the 7th circle, the most powerful we could spare. But you must know--you’ve got their attention now. They’ll hunt you all your life, and I can’t promise that they won’t get you.” \n\nTim looked away, unable to take the pitying look Belphegor’s eyes. “Even if I sell my soul?” He asked, voice small.\n\n“Even then.” Belphegor agreed. “They are persistent, and have ways of reclaiming souls we’ve been rightfully given.” \n\nTim blew out a breath, stress squeezing his heart in his chest. \n\n“The Lord knows this is a lot to ask you, Tim. He understands how tempting the other side can be. But if you make it through you will be rewarded. We have faith in you.” The world was starting to lighten, the shadows blanking out to bright white. Tim knew that meant the dream was ending, and his talk with the one consistent figure in his dreams would soon be over. “Have faith!”\n\n\n“As the Lord wills it.” Tim choked out. \n\nHe knew already that he would fail. \n\n1/2" ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1551318021", "1551320710" ]
	[WP]Your entire life you have lived in a remote house in the outbacks with your mother. One day the secret is revealed by a stranger and you find out both you and your mother are born on 29. of February and both of you age for 1 year every 4 years.	5	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Sam was hanging bunting when she saw the cloud of dust on the horizon. It wasn't often she and her mother received guests this far out from civilization. All the popular tourist destinations were far, far away, and people who got lost out here didn't normally just find a house to get directions from. They usually just died. No, the car was starting to resolve on the horizon now, and they were definitely heading straight here.\n\n\"Ma, we got company\" Sam shouted back into the cave entrance.\n\n\"What? Only just had the bloody delivery. Who's this?\" Julie said, emerging from their home, fanning herself in the morning heat. It had actually been over 4 months since their last delivery, and Sam was feeling restless because she'd already finished her new books weeks ago.\n\n\"Is it a surprise for The Birthday?\" Sam asked \"How did you convince someone to spend it driving all the way out here?\"\nJulie hesitated for a second.\n\n\"It ain't no delivery, least not one I ordered\"\n\n\"A surprise! I love it! I'm going to go get ready\" said Sam\n\n\"Theres nothin' to get ready for! We'll see what they want and send 'em off\" Julie shouted after Sam, even though she knew the girl wasn't really listening. \n\n\nIt wasn't long until the pickup arrived, pulling up in front of the home. A tall skinny man got out, with a hat that was almost too wide to make it out the car door. He looked like 10 minutes in this heat would do the poor bloke in. Must be from the city, Sam thought. He walked up to Julie and, to Sams surprise, wrapped her in a great big hug. \n\n\"Sam\" Julie said, extracting herself from the man \"this is yer uncle Bruce\"\n\n\"What? From the portrait above the mantle\"\n\n\"Yep\"\n\n\"Bruce, the professional boxer Bruce?\" Said Sam, still feeling like she was missing something\n\n\"Well, that was a long time ago\" Bruce said, finally chipping into the conversation \"before I got a bit sick\"\n\n\"Christ Brucey, you make it sound like you 'ad a cold. It was terminal fuckin' cancer\" Julie said\n\n\"Well, I obviously didn't have that\" he said, wiping his brow \"Anyhow, this heat is getting to me a bit, mind if we go inside?\"\n\n\nThey retired inside the cave. Past the natural cave opening, was the wide circular door, carved right into the light red rock. Under the cool stone the air was much more bearable, the courtyard in the centre was surrounded by tall rock walls and made a more comfortable outside environment. Uncle Bruce was nothing like she'd imagined. She had met Aunty Donna years ago, and she was practically a carbon copy of mum. He was well spoken for starters, and didn't smell like dry perfume and beer. Bruce must has sensed her looking at him\n\n\"I expect you're wondering why I'm here\" he said. It's not what Sam was actually thinking, but she did want to know, so simply nodded.\n\n\"Well, as your mother should have tol-\" he continued\n\n\"About that\" Julie interjected \"I may have perhaps not quite explained, well, err... Anything\"\n\nBruce glared at his sister, the menacing effect lessened by the glass of pink lemonade he was holding mid sip.\n\n\"What am I supposed to know?\" Sam asked\n\n\"Do you want to tell her, or should I?\" Said Bruce\n\n\"You tell 'er, it's your fuckin' fault we're talkin' 'bout this\"\n\n\"Ok, Sam, it's about your birthday\" he started\n\n\"My birthday?\"\n\n\"Err, yes. Your birthday. Not everyone's actually born on the 29th. Our family is a little unusual\"\n\n\"That's silly, if the birthday was every year you'd have people walking around saying they're ridiculously old. I'm 16, not 64, and mums 43, not what ever ridiculous number she would be otherwise\"\n\n\"No, you see, we're the ones who are a bit ridiculous here..\"" ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551338419", "1551351306" ]
	[WP] All knowledge is now a zero sum system. In order to gain knowledge others must lose it. This is your journey to becoming the smartest person alive.	39	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"I am very sorry Doctor Limbaugh, but I am afraid I cannot do that.\" The room was very well lit, the lights on the ceiling providing a near painful amount of light against the white-washed walls. The Doctor was strapped down in the centre of the room on a specialised table. \n\n\"Please, Dominque, let me go. You don't need to do this! You don't!\" He struggled but I shook my head sadly as I inspected the stainless steel table before me.\n\n\"I do, I really do Doctor Limbaugh, knowledge is power, and I need what you know.\" \n\nA screaming buzz filled the room as I pressed a button. \n\n\"But I can't do this randomly, I need to be precise.\" The buzz began again as I turned and the Doctor began to scream as I applied it to his head, the screaming didn't go on for too long, though I knew he still lived. He needed to to get what I sought.\n\nA shot of adrenaline woke him as I peeled the top off of his skull and got a scalpel.\n\n\"Now doctor, I need what you know, so where do I start cutting, be precise.\"" ]	[ 1, 4 ]	[ "1551366640", "1551387847" ]
	[WP] Reincarnation is indisputably real. There is a law enforcement agency that is able to track different criminals through their different lives. On a person's 18th birthday, they can be taken in to custody for having unknowingly committed a crime in a past life.	37	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "My dad rushed through the door, huffing and puffing as he did. He didn't have to say a word, I already knew, I didn't know how it was possible, but I already knew. \n\n\"But, I thought you said I was clear, that you checked and I was clear!\" I exclaimed following him up the stairs as I did. We had to pack, now, and get out as fast as we could. It was the eve of my 18th birthday and my dad worked for the past crimes reincarnation task force. Not as an agent, but in the accounting division. Occasionally he'd get the opportunity to check on someone and get a small glimpse of the future by taking a glimpse at the past, knowing whether there 18th birthday would be a celebratory occasion or not.\n\n\"It didn't show up when I looked before, you got away in your past life so they're still looking for you and it's bad Joey really bad,\" my dad said. He paused momentarily while jamming clothes into his suitcase for emphasis before hurriedly beginning the process again. He was making up time for the few seconds that he just lost.\n\n\"When you say bad, you mean like full supervision bad?\" I asked, the words slipping from my lips, scared to even hear his response. He looked up at me again and then down, he was having trouble even looking me in the eye, but I knew from the momentary look that he gave me that we were already doomed. Full supervision means that I was not getting away, means since the moment it was on the government's radar that I had committed some heinous criminal act, I had been followed. Every meal, every vacation, how could I have never noticed. All this rushing around would be for nothing if I'd been watched my entire life. They were probably waiting for us just outside the door right now.\n\n\"Pack what clothes you can fit into a backpack and then we've got to get moving,\" he said, his voice boomed now as he'd taken on the full role of authority figure. I listened and ran across the hall to my room. I grabbed three, no not that many, two pairs of shorts, a handful of t-shirts and a sweatshirt. Will I need a sweatshirt? It's summer now, but how long will we be gone, how long can we run? The reality of the situation was starting to dawn on me, they're not going to stop, they won't stop chasing me, I'll either be caught or on the run my entire life. \n\n\"Come on, we'll get somewhere safe tonight and then worry about what we're going to do tomorrow morning,\" my dad said as he carried two big duffel bags down to the garage. \"You'll have to lay down in the trunk so that no one sees you as we leave.\"\n\nI zipped up my backpack filled with what I believe were necessary items, at least for the next few days. When my dad came back upstairs for his backpack he motioned for me to follow him and I did. Quickly down the stairs we went and into the garage. He'd shut off all of the lights as we moved quietly through the living room. Around to the back of the Impala I went and he hit the key fob to allow me to open the trunk and crawl inside. I'd always secretly wanted to ride in the trunk of a car, but at this moment it didn't quite feel the way that I'd envisioned it. \n\nI heard the muffled sound of the garage door lifting overhead, next the engine coming to life before I felt the car slowly begin rolling out of the garage and down the driveway. We made a left turn out onto Arnold street and began picking up speed. If there were agents sitting outside the house, we're at least past the first perimeter. Of course, there could be dozens right behind the car and I'd never know. \n\nIt was a smooth ride at first, easing to stoplights and then gradually picking up speed again. Then I felt the pace begin to quicken and could tell we were making far more lane changes than before. I tried to force my eyes open even wider than they were to peer through the blackness of the trunk, but no matter how wide I felt I made them it still wasn't any clearer. My legs were compressed against one side of the trunk as the car heaved into the left lane, then back the other way as we whipped back into the right lane. I had just enough time to throw my hands over my head and brace before my head went crashing against the inside of the wheel well. \n\nFaster and faster now, I was sliding back and forth, forwards and back as the car lurched in all different directions, we were weaving in and out of traffic, at least I assumed we were. Either that or my dad had completely lost it and we were all over the road for no reason at all. It wasn't much further until I knew for certain what was happening. \n\n\"This is the Reincarnation Task Force, you are harboring a known past life felon and we're initiating E.I.P., pull the vehicle over immediately and surrender,\" the voice was immensely loud, clear as a bell even from within the trunk. My heart sank in my chest as I heard them, I knew I was done for, the rest of my life would consist of four concrete walls. Serving time for someone else's acts, things I have no recollection of. Early Intervention Protocol was a drastic step, they only do that when they know a past life felon is trying to escape. They know I'm here, must have known since we left the house, we never stood a chance. They'll keep me for a day and then, happy birthday, welcome to the rest of your life, imprisoned forever.\n\nI banged on the back seat of the trunk and to my surprise my dad was actually able to reach back and open up the seat for me. He knew as well as I did, there was no reason to hide anymore. I crawled forward through the opening and into the back seat. Tumbling forward and kicking off the passenger door, I worked myself around to an upright position and began to assess the situation. Two, three, no at least four cars now following us. \n\n\"Open up that duffel bag on the floor next to you, Joey,\" my dad said looking at me through the rear view mirror. His eyes were serious, but there was a calm confidence about him. I followed his instruction and unzipped the large duffel bag that he'd brought down to the car from before. Upon opening it was a large cache of weapons, more firepower than I'd ever seen in my life. I didn't even know my dad owned a gun, let alone an entire arsenal. \n\n\"Dad, what are you thinking, there's no way, there's no way we can do this. You think you can take on all these agents, get away, and then what? Then we just run for the rest of our lives hoping that they never find us?\" I asked, tears began to well up in my eyes as I knew that the end of this grand adventure was nearly here. I saw red and blue flashing lights in my peripheral closing in just before, bump, a tap on the rear left fender sends us into a skid, sliding sideways, then backwards, then off on the left shoulder. My dad quickly grabbed a gun from the duffel bag and grabbed another thrusting it at me.\n\n\"Dad, we can't do this, we can't make it out of this. We can't kill all these agents and stay on the run forever, we just can't,\" I pleaded with him for the last time.\n\nHe looked back at me and spoke slowly, \"Why not? That's exactly what you did, that's what you did when they came for your son and that's exactly what I'm going to do for you.\" " ]	[ 1, 6 ]	[ "1551370557", "1551390229" ]
	[WP] Aliens take over earth and find a stoner, Turns out aliens can get stoned too.	7	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "[Poem]\n\nHe showed up one day\n\nFell right out of the sky\n\nStretchy purple skin\n\nSuper bloodshot eyes. \n\nI was minding my own\n\nSittin under some trees\n\nHe seemed the curious sort\n\nAmazed by some buzzing bees. \n\nHe ~~seemed~~ looked sad and alone\n\nI think his ship got broke\n\nHe then walked up to me\n\nAnd accepted my offered toke. \n\nEdit: changed the second seemed to looked, sounds better. " ]	[ 1, 5 ]	[ "1551388996", "1551390069" ]
	[WP] The main character knows he's a main character, but any time he breaks the fourth wall the fourth wall hits him back.	63	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "The wet glaze in Derek's eyes was illuminated by the light from his monitor. He stared at it as his monitor stared back:\n\n\"2:34 PM\"\n\nDerek knew internally that fixating on the time while waiting for work to be over creates an ironic, slow, molasses-like quality to it - a kind of drawl that feels slightly like imprisonment, given the circumstances. By not habituating the mind with some other activity, or some kind of thing that could capture his attention to create the reverse illusory effect of time moving faster, Derek was stuck in his boredom.\n\nBut it gets worse. Derek was keenly aware of the fact that he was writing in Reddit's subreddit, /r/WritingPrompts, and that - on occasion - this forum might alleviate his boredom and bring him a semblance of peace. But today, for some reason, it keeps hitting him baAAACK, OOF, OW. GOD DAMMIT.", "Jimbo didn’t remember when he first realized the prophecies spoke of him. Well, he was always told by the village priest, and his zealous parents, but he didn’t really buy it. He wanted to be an accountant, not an adventurous hero. But he grew to realize how inescapable Fate is. Goblins constantly raiding his internship jobs. Princesses in the clutches of dragons who for some reason barged into his econ midterm. The tides of destiny brought him to heroism. His tale must be told; Fate would have it no other way.\n\nHe began to see how his story would play out. Whether he tried or not, he would come out on top of his tribulations. This might make one nihilistic, but he was usually too drunk to think about it. \n\nOn this night he was in his favourite tavern, ranting to no one in particular about the woes of one night stands with princesses with stockholm syndrome. A dwarf burst through the door, arrows lodged in his back, tears in his eyes. \n\n“Jesus christ, whoeversh writing this schtory musht have a dwarf fetish! That’s the forf one thish week!”\n\nFull of grief from his deeply ignorant comment, Jimbo was too despondent to stop himself from slipping and landing on his ass.\n\n“Ow, Motherfucker. Fine, I’ll get to it.” \n\nSince Jimbo was talking to no one in particular, everyone ignored what he said. A few maidens even snickered, agreeing in unison he was the most hideous creature they’d ever seen.\n\n“Ok that’s super creepy. What’s going on?”, Jimbo said, sobering up.\n\n“Sir! Sir! I beg you,” the dwarf interrupted, “save my poor dwarf village from the ferocious ogres!”\n\n“Yea, hold on short-stuff. I’m like 80% sure someone’s fucking with me.”\n\nThe dwarf was starting to faint from the blood loss. Jimbo saw this and decided to figure things out while undertaking the dwarf’s quest. \n\nAs he fought the ogres, he muttered to himself. \n\n“I know I have free will in speech, but fate coerces me to act. It seems like my speech can affect fate directly. And it seems like fate is a bit sensitive.”\n\nAs his sword smashed in the head of the last ogre, he triumphantly declared to the trembling dwarves, “whoever’s writing my tale, you don't frighten me, pig-dog! Go and boil your bottom, son of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Fate, you and all your silly quests! You empty-headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!”\n\nJimbo promptly and inexplicably died on the spot. And then his pants fell down. \n\nThe confused dwarfs debated whether they should mourn or just pretend like nothing happened, but they did notice a small smile on the fallen hero’s visage. Jimbo didn’t realize all the fame and glory he had given up by taunting Fate. His death was quiet, the bards never sing his tales. Everyone unanimously agreed, he missed out.\n\nThe end.\n" ]	[ 1, 2, 7 ]	[ "1551394379", "1551433706", "1551394597" ]
[removed]	[WP] You and your best friend go to McDonald's and realize McDonald's Monopoly is here again. As you and your friend toy with the idea of winning the $1M prize, you both rip your Monopoly cards off your food. Yours says Park Place. Your friend's says Boardwalk. You won. You split the money, right?	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/grantrde71, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Direct prompt replies must be good-faith attempts at new stories or poems](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_1.3A_direct_prompt_replies_must_be_good-faith_attempts_at_new_stories_or_poems)\n\n- Fill-in-the-blank: Responses must be at least 100 words. This is essentially a fill-in-the-blank, or you asked a question likely to generate a simple answer. Prompts should encourage a story or poem. \n\n When prompts ask questions, we get responses that just respond with answers instead of actual stories. \n\n Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/aw0qjb/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1551415743", "1551416278" ]
[deleted]	[WP] You're in a terrible car crash; the last thing you remember is being flung from the car into approaching headlights. When you wake up, you have experienced the first successful brain transplant into a formerly vegetative body.	13	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "A florescent horizon erupted across the void. Up righted. Time returned. Nothing acquiesced, and the boy opened his eyes.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSix cold orbs hovered overhead in circular array. Light shot through the boy’s pupils to the back of his skull. He blinked against the pain, and darkness returned. Nothing, however, had left.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe was here now.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“There you are.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nFrom his right side, a figure clad in pale blue paper linen spoke through an elastic-bound mask. The boy turned to face the figure, and white heat snapped across fragile vertebrae. A moan resonated in the boy’s chest.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Lie still. Just lie still,” the figure said. “Everything is fine. You did better than we could have hoped.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe figure’s voice brushed past the tiny hairs in the boy’s ears. The boy felt his ear drums vibrate, sensing each new bit of information. Synapses, once dormant, stretched and fired.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAwareness returned.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe boy felt the push of upholstered cushion span from his shoulder blades to his heels. He was lying on his back, head held snug in the depression of a pillow. He raised his right hand over his eyes to shield the light, and a braid of plastic tubes pulled against the back of his small palm.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“I can adjust the light. Apologies.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe figure pulled the light fixture back on it’s swivel-arm. The boy’s eyes dilated, and the room appeared around him.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThis is a hospital. I am in a hospital bed. That man is a doctor. I am --\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“I know that a lot is happening,” the doctor said, “and I know that you might not feel ready, but I would like to ask you a few questions.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Mmm,” the boy said.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“First, do you know how you got here? Can you remember where you were before?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe boy closed his eyes. Retreating to the old space, he saw flashes, pictures darting in the void. They scrolled and scrolled, the flutter of their crisp edges filling the expanse with a breeze. The breeze blew harder, and the images blurred. They screeched to a halt.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Car,” the boy said.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe had hoped to say more, but his mouth wouldn’t quite cooperate. It wouldn’t behave as a system; jaw, lips, tongue, all required individual control.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Car,” the boy said again.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“That’s right,” the doctor said. He reached to a panel on his left. With a gloved hand, he turned a knurled machine head to the right. “You were riding in a car, and now you are here. Very good.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe boy remembered. These pictures, they were him. He had been to these places, and now he was here.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Can you tell me,” the doctor said, “who was driving the car?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe images returned to the space within, more clear than the last time. The boy saw people, faces familiar to him. An image sparked from inside the boys head, and whispered down his spine. His heart responded. The boy’s heart echoed back to his mind with a message.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Mom,” the boy said.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Very good,” the doctor said. “Very, very good.” The doctor turned again to his left flank. Gripping the knob with his latex-covered forefinger and thumb, he made a small adjustment to the right.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Just one more question now,” the doctor said. He turned back to the boy and leaned in. From overhead, the doctor stared squarely into the boy’s eyes.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“What is your name?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe boy drew breath for a response, but one did not come. He knew the answer. It had passed his lips before, he was sure. Still, those old sounds no longer fit; an ancient song played in the wrong key.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe sunk back into the space. The breeze blew past again, this time with messages, sounds. Songs played out from within, resonating through his small body. This was the right tune. Singing came now, voices crying melodies he knew.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA woman’s voice called out across his memory.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Bryan,” the boy said.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe figure turned to his right.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Please bring in the Jameson family. He’s theirs.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe boy opened his eyes once more, fully inhabiting the space. He was Bryan. He was in a car accident. Now he was in a hospital.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA woman entered the room, crying, calling.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Bryan,” she said, kneeling to hug the boy where he lay.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe boy recognized this voice, it was the woman from the pictures. The singer of songs. This time, his lips knew what to say.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Mom.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe woman cried out again, and held his head.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Easy now,” the doctor said, “he’s still quite weak.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe woman embraced the boy tighter. He wanted to hug her, but his arms would not raise. His right palm curled into a fist.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA second woman burst into the room, crying, screaming.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“Christopher,” she said.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHis right hand flicked to life, and stretched toward the second woman. He grabbed her hand.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe doctor stood in awe, a Solomon for a new age." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1551456142", "1551462824" ]
	[WP] You can suddenly see HP bars and status effects for people. You look at a stranger and see (Buff: Berserker's Rage).	4	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"We're living in a simulation!\" Jaime said suddenly. He stared at his best friend, Martin, sitting across from him. Jaime offered him lunch in the park and Martin never turned down free food. The curly-haired young man raised a single eyebrow at Jaime but continued taking a bite of pizza. \"I've thought it for a long time, but I never mentioned it because I had no proof.\" Jaime fell quiet and waited several seconds for Martin to finish chewing. finally,\n\n\"So you're saying you have proof now?\" he asked. Jaime nodded. He stood and rushed around the concrete picnic table to sit next to Martin. Along the way he fished a cellphone out of his pocket; he held it up to show Martin when he sat down. \"On. Off. What am I looking at?\" he asked. Two labeled, round buttons showed on the screen along with a live preview from the camera.\n\n\"I hacked it,\" Jaime grinned. \"I can't do much, but it's proof.\" He touched the 'On' button on the screen.\n\n\"I don't see anything?\" Martin asked while he stared at the empty park in front of him.\n\n\"You have to point it at someone,\" Jaime said. He walked around the other side of the table and stood in front of Martin. A solid green bar floated above Jaime's head. The numbers 100/100 hovered next to the bar with a small heart icon.\n\n\"Neat, you invented a filter,\" Martin chuckled.\n\n\"It's not a filter, it's real!\" Jaime said. He sat down at the table again and pulled the phone from Martin's hands. \"Look, it changes.\" He turned and aimed the phone at a couple walking along one of the park's paths. Their green bars were longer than Jaime's, and they had purple bars underneath the green.\n\n\"#32 / Dancer\" hovered above the man's head next to the numbers \"4290/ 4290\". \"#34 / Knight\" hovered above the woman's head next to the numbers \"7480/7480\". A small fist-shaped icon floated next to another word under the purple bar. \"Berserker's Rage.\" Martin turned the phone to look at Jaime, then back at the couple that was now further away.\n\n\"It's not random,\" Jaime smiled. \"Every time you look at them it'll give the same info. It's real.\"\n\n\"What about me? What does mine say?\" Martin released Jaime's hand so he could turn the camera.\n\n\"Same as mine. Zero, villager. WHOA!\" Jaime shouted. \"Come see!\" Jaime pointed the camera at something behind his friend. Martin turned around and saw a tall black hole in the air.\n\n\"I see it!\" He said. He ran around the table to stand next to Jaime and pulled his own phone out along the way. He started streaming while looking through Jaime's phone. Martin had a decent amount of followers and within seconds hundreds of people were watching the stream.\n\n\"Guys I'm here at the park and I don't know what I'm looking at.\" He started a commentary, but a short pale woman with dark hair stepped out of the hole. She looked straight at Jaime. Martin saw her through Jaime's app and took note of the text above her head. \"#35 / Ninja. 9999/9999\"\n\n\"You're not supposed to know what you've discovered,\" she said flatly then looked at Martin. Her gaze traveled down to the camera on the back of his phone, and she shook her head.\n\n\"None of you are supposed to know,\" she looked right into the camera and held both her hands up. They began to glow with bright blue energy.\n\n\"What the hell?\" Jaime asked. Martin looked at the phone in Jaime's hand. He noticed appeared in front of the woman in large red letters.\n\n\"Catastrophic server event. Please relocate to another AlterNet server. Server offline in 10 seconds.\" Then the number began counting down.\n\n\"What does it mean catastrophic event?!\" Jaime asked the woman. She smiled and knelt down to touch the ground with both blue-glowing hands.\n\n\"It means goodbye.\" A shower of brilliant blue sparks exploded around her hands. Blue energy flowed down toward the Earth's core, completely consuming anything in its way.\n\n\\\\\\*\n\nThank you for reading! I’m responding to prompts every day. This is year two, day #60. You can find all my stories collected on my subreddit ([r/hugoverse](https://www.reddit.com/r/hugoverse)) or my [blog](https://hugoverse.info/). If you're curious about my universe (the Hugoverse) you can visit the [Guidebook](https://hugoverse.info/2017/11/25/hugoverse-guidebook/) to see what's what and who's who, or the [Timeline](https://hugoverse.info/2017/10/23/hugoverse-timeline/) to find the stories in order. " ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551457844", "1551481328" ]
	[WP] You're the first person to die from falling into a black hole. You awaken in heaven to discover your cause of death, and other death-related principles, determine you leaderboard rank and hierarchy in heaven (Old age=low ranking). You're in 2nd place.	90	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "The plutonium-plated limousine pulls up, as you step out of the Yorkshire Terrier-shaped restaurant. The name of which doesn’t actually exist within the vocal range of a normal human being. Not that something like THAT matters to you anymore. \n\nOne of the servitors (Madeleine Wainscott, Old Age. Servitor term left of 3.7 million years) opens the door for you. The blue glow of the plutonium sets off the perfect smile you give to those watching. \n\nIt’s hard to believe how wrong everyone was about the afterlife. Heaven, hell, reincarnation, the noodly-embrace of the FSM? All bupkis. \n\nTurns out the Big Guy didn’t care about what you did DURING your life, just how you got OUT of it. \n\nDie of old age, surrounded by loved ones and the knowledge that you had increased the joy of the world immeasurably? BOOOOOORRRRRING!!\n\nThat just meant you got stuck in a low slot. Had to do community service. Be a servitor. Until you had paid your debt. \n\nOnce you arrived at the water slide amusement park (not a water slide in an amusement park, but an amusement park that’s on its own never-ending water slide, you know) a group of servitors bow and scrape as you walk past. \n\nYou see, you didn’t die some boring, ordinary way. No car accident or choking to death for you. No, you died in a way that only seventeen others ever will have had in all of history (tenses don’t always line up, since heaven is outside of time). \n\nNot that you remembered this, when first awakening in the afterlife. You died from falling into a black hole. The first death of that nature (when taking linear time into account). Based on the low number of people that went that way, and the fact that you were the first person to do it, as well as other calculations (that would have literally made your head explode if you’d studied them while alive), you had a top rank. The lowest of the low. \n\nThis has afforded you great perks. \n\nGreat. \n\nPerks. \n\nYou can go anywhere in the afterlife. Do anything. (And here, that REALLY means ANYTHING). No being a servitor. Not even the token week the next lowest group (Being Eaten by a Genetically Mutated Dinosaur/Gerbil Hybrid, 371,456,002 people) had to do. \n\nYou stand in line to dive into the latest attraction, where you dive into a bottomless bowl of ice cream that tastes like your happiest daydream. \n\nActually, you DON’T stand in line. Hah! Lines...\n\nNo, you’re ranked Number 2 of all freaking time. Lines are for people with bigger numbers. Crappier numbers. \n\nIt’s just about perfect. Heaven. \n\nAs you begin your run towards the spoon diving board, you are suddenly stopped. A servitor (Maidha Xiong Hamilton, Supernova radiation burns. Servitor term left of 37 years) has grabbed your arm and stopped you in place. \n\nYou... you don’t actually know what to do. While time has no real meaning to you anymore, you do know it’s been a long long long long loooonnnng time since you’ve been denied... well, anything. You aren’t actually sure what to do. There’s nowhere to complain, because there shouldn’t be anything to complain about. \n\nAs you open your mouth to demand an explanation, 3,706 antimatter trumpets play a fanfare. Slowly stepping in front of you is her... the only being (besides the Big Guy, but He doesn’t really count) that could conceivably cut in front of you. \n\nAmy Pasadena-Cruz. The one and only Number One with a Bullet. Literally. \n\nShe’s number one on the Big Guy’s list. Only person ever to die like she did. Most unique death ever. \n\nAnd she is your nemesis. You never had to be a servitor, true. But for Amy, that doesn’t matter. You see, your servitude it to her, and her alone. Anywhere else, you’re on top of the world. Around her? You’re her personal servitor, your body acting to please her before she even knows what she wants. \n\nAnd she seems to like this. To delight in it. In fact, she seems to go out of her way to find you, no matter where in the infinite extensions of the afterlife you might be. And make wait upon her, hand and foot and occasional tentacle. \n\nAnd now? She has you standing there. Holding a towel. Ready to dry off everyone who comes out of the ride. And she’s not even going on it herself. Oh, no. She’s letting a bunch of servitors go. Letting them frolic in the tangy taste of Sharing Dad’s Umbrella During A Thunderstorm. \n\nI hated her sooooo much.\n\nYou see, she literally invented time travel. Spent her life building the time machine. Went back in time. Kidnapped herself from the past. Took her past self into the time stream. And then shot her younger self in the face... \n\nNot for any reason, or suicidal tendencies. Just to see what would happen. \n\nWhat happened is, she shot up to the top of the charts. With nary a chance to be dethroned. Erasing yourself from existence? Tends to be a show stopper. \n\nNothing you can do, though. Especially not now, not after already making it to... You stop. That’s it!\n\nIf you could somehow manage to kill yourself. Here. In this place? Oh, wow! Top of the ever-loving heap, for sure. \n\nYou smile. And begin to plan. \n" ]	[ 1, 35 ]	[ "1551484088", "1551508488" ]
[removed]	[WP] As a lifeguard, you are shocked to find death standing on the edge of the town pool. That is, until you see a little girl fall in.	5	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things.", "\"Wait\" the man yelled, turning to face the force of nature.\n\nHe was unsure of where he found the courage to speak, he had spent the last few minutes gaping at the creature. He did not know what it was, yet he did; some part of him did, some base instinct had known since he first saw it- next to the deep end, barely away from the edge and staring at nothing in particular. \n\nAct, quickly! a part of him whispered. But another part had told him something else.\n\nRun.\n\nAnd he would have, had he not seen the splash of water and the horror turn it's attention to Maggie. Or he thought it was Maggie, but the area had been packed that day and there were a lot of little girls with red polka dot swim suits, though seldom few were as sweet a child as Maggie.\n\nThe pool had been packed, yet know it seemed like it was only the man, the specter and the girl.\n\nThe creature turned to face him, slowly. A black wraith with a hood and robes dragging along the ground. It didn't seem to be touching the ground himself, just the robes. The hood hid its face... Assuming it had a face.\n\n\"Yes?\" the creature answered in a cold voice \"Speak what you will, but speak it quickly\"\n\nIn the distance a little girl was screaming, and water was splashing about. The mans head whipped toward the panic but his body stayed. The battle is here, the way to save her is here. \n\nThe man turned back towards the beast. \"I want to barter.\" \n\n\"They always do. Yet what have you to offer?\"\n\n\"Maggies a sweet girl\" the man replied desperately\n\n\"At that age all children are sweet\"\n\n\"She has a family, they'll miss her if she is gone\" was all the man could think to say\n\n\"Will they? They don't seem to miss her now.\" It looked back and forth. \"They're gone. It appears everyone is gone.\"\n\nThe man began to observe, the specter was right. The pool was empty. The long stretch of concrete on either side lifeless, and....\n\nWhat? Police tape sealed off the entrance and a crowd had former. When did that happen? the man thought\n\nThen suddenly an ear piercing shriek for help brought his attention back to Maggie and her would be death.\n\nRage boiled inside the man. \"I'm going to help her\" he shouted but the creature only replied with \"You can't.\" The man went to run but found he couldn't. And he yelled, but it appeared as if Maggie didn't hear him. And then he really relled but the crowd that had former 80-100 feet away behind the police line didn't pay him any attention either.\n\nThen Maggie's mother appeared out of nowhere, grabbed the girl out of the pool and held her. They were both crying.\n\nAnd the man teared up, too.\n\n\"I... I thought I needed to save her\" he had said to no one in particular, choking back tears.\n\n\"You did. Before.\" the creature replied in a sad, cold tone. \"I will not barter with you, sir.\"\n\n\"Why?\" the man asked, the only question he could think of.\n\n\"Because I don't renegotiate.\"\n\n\nTwo EMTs burst from the police line and hustled over. Yet they ran right past Maggie and her sobbing mother, instead they leaned over into the pool at the very head of the deep end. That's when the man noticed it. Something was floating in the pool.\n\nNo.\n\nSomeone was floating in the pool. The EMTs had fished them out and they laid him on the side, desperately trying to revive the person.\n\nThe creature pointed towards them and suddenly the man could move again. He sprinted towards the EMTs, asking if he could he help, shouting how he was trained, and so on.\n\nYet when he leaned over the kneeling down EMTs to get a look at the body, the man saw himself on the wet ground.\n\nPanic set in, and suddenly deaths icey fingers were on the back of his neck. " ]	[ 1, 1, 3 ]	[ "1551490113", "1551493416", "1551492181" ]
[removed]	[WP] A stranger walks up to you and says “Here’s your alien back!” And is holding a strange creature. How do you react?	3	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/AngooseTheC00t, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Direct prompt replies must be good-faith attempts at new stories or poems](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_1.3A_direct_prompt_replies_must_be_good-faith_attempts_at_new_stories_or_poems)\n\n- Fill-in-the-blank: Responses must be at least 100 words. This is essentially a fill-in-the-blank, or you asked a question likely to generate a simple answer. Prompts should encourage a story or poem. \n\n When prompts ask questions, we get responses that just respond with answers instead of actual stories. \n\n Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/awekvk/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1551506144", "1551506988" ]
	[WP] You knew the Council hates you, but that’s too far. As a companion for your quest, they chose a goblin found and captured in the city’s sewer system, and you became the laughingstock of the kingdom. We’ll see who gets the last laugh, you grumble to yourself.	52	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"Jaya, thank you for seeing us on such short notice,\" the councilor intoned, not bothering to look up as he waved a hand at an empty chair. The hall, if it could be called that, was cramped and musty, tucked away in a distant corner of the bustling castle. A half dozen minor lords, tunics heavy with self important patterns, sat around the table, pale, uncalloused hands clasped or fiddling with half empty goblets. The secrecy, almost embarrassment of contacting the barbarian woman from the wastelands to the south was nothing new. What was new was the princess, leaning back confidently in a chair at the head of the table.\n\nIgnoring the offered chair, Jaya leaned on her axe and raised an eyebrow, urging the councilor to continue and ignoring the young woman lounging in a soft blue dress that was carefully contoured to her body. Princess Katherine's hands were soft too - well, maybe a little calloused, with draw fingers on her right hand rubbed raw from too many arrows. Jaya shifted the furs cloaking her to even them out, unperturbed by the noblewoman's gaze.\n\n\"We're aware that this mission that we're assigning to you is going to be slightly more difficult than what you're used to handling, especially given your, uh, deficiencies...\"\n\nThe last words were mumbled as Jaya fixed a dark glare on the man. To his credit, he managed to recover after a gulp of wine and a glance at the princess.\n\n\"Ah, you're being tasked with negotiating a trade deal with the dwarven kingdom. Of course, complex negotiations and written contracts are... outside of your area of expertise? and we will be providing you with a companion to accomplish it.\"\n\nJaya brightened up immediately. \"Excellent. It would be nice to see Tristan again, it seems he's always busy when I'm back in the city.\"\n\n\"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry.\"\n\nJaya's blood boiled as she turned to face the smug princess, condescension dripping from her words as she leaned over the table. \"Unfortunately, Sir Tristan is going to be too busy with the upcoming hunt and festivities, no, we're going to need to find you someone else.\"\n\nSetting her jaw, refusing to let the woman get to her, Jaya addressed the council members. \"No problem, Shmendrick then.\"\n\n\"Ooooh, drat, I should have remembered that you used to run with those guys. They're also out...\"\n\nJaya's knuckles whitened against the axe handle. \n\n\"But,\" the princess continued brightly (too brightly), \"We do have a new companion for you!\"\n\nShe clapped her hands, and a small door was shoved open roughly, squealing in protests, as two heavily armoured men dragged a ragged and bound green figure into the room, dropping the bruised and disoriented goblin onto the dirty tiles. The smell of rotting meat and shit filled the room, causing considerable discomfort among the councilors, and even the princess had to shut her stupid mouth to avoid tasting it on the air.\n\n\"Well, here you are, meet Ryya! She'll be sure to help you secure that mithril contract! Just don't let her loose, she's a bit of a biter I hear.\" \n\nThe nobles tried to stand and make their retreat.\n\n\"Hang on,\" Jaya interrupted. \"I have a few questions, about this land's laws, and my reward, of course. Would it be possible for a knight to marry above his station, say, to a princess?\"\n\nA fat, balding man rubbed his nose irritably. \"Technically, yes, knights are nobility, if only barely, and can legally marry other nobles. But the court would never stand for some lowly knight to marry Princess Katherine.\n\n\"Obviously,\" Katherine added, enthusiastically. \"But,\" she added, perking up, \"knights would never marry down either, they'd find themselves a lady.\"\n\n\"Hmmm,\" Jaya said, ignoring the barb to fix her attention on the head councilor. \"And, if I were to pull of a favourable deal, I've accomplished enough for the king to grant me some small amount of land, haven't I?\"\n\n\"Excellent!\" the barbarian announced, raising her axe. \"I'll see you at that feast, won't be but few days, Katie.\"\n\n\"Come on, Ryya!\" Jaya called, grabbing the goblin's chain. \"We've got our work cut out for us.\"", "\"The council chairman presents you with a goblin, bound and gagged.\"\n\n\"Is he smiling?\"\n\n\"Huge shit eating grin.\"\n\n\"Hmm.... How much do they hate me and why?\"\n\n\"Make a perception check\"\n\n\"Ok...\" \n1D20 clatters on the table\n\"That's a 14, which plus modifiers is a.... 17!\"\n\n\"Ok. You can clearly tell that they hate your guts and want you to fail the bounty quest. You have an inkling of an idea that it might have to do with the pompus kid at the village gate that you knocked out.\"\n\n\"Ok... How sneakily can I cast polymorph?\"\n\n\"Ohhh boy.... Make a stealth check\"", "I looked down on my official \"companion\". Lean and wiry, he glared back up at me. I'd heard he'd been caught in the city sewers, part of a pack that had slipped in recently. He certainly smelled like it. Damp rags were wrapped around his feet, even more soiled than the scrap of cloth he kept tugging back up to cover his torso. It might have been a human-sized tunic once, but it was so ripped and threadbare now it served more as a rough toga.\n\n\"Tell me you at least understand my language, goblin. If I can't give you orders, I might as well kill you now and save myself a headache.\" He redirected his glare to the sword on my belt when I said \"kill\", so he knew at least a few words, even if he didn't speak. A brusk nod was his only response, but his glare dropped a notch from outright hate to sullen. His hands twitched and he readjusted his cloth for the tenth time. \"That's good. Keep doing as your told and I won't have to hurt you. You got a name?\" I let him stare at me a moment, then hooked a thumb towards my chest. \"Dorn.\"\n\nHe finally snarled something that might have been a name, or maybe a curse. Hard to tell, though either way it was in the guttural tongue goblins seemed to share with their hobgoblin kin. I sighed. It was going to be a long trip. \"Okay, 'Snarl' it is then. You and I are going on an adventure. And you ain't going like that.\" I motioned at his wardrobe and he took a half step back. \"No, no, I'm not gonna hit you if I don't have to. In fact, I'm gonna give you something. Couple of somethings. First one's called a 'bath'.\"\n\nFortunately, I had a house in the city I owned proper. Back when the council didn't hate my guts, I did pretty well for myself. I wasn't too happy about having a filthy goblin mucking up my floors, but it was better than trying to drag the thing into a public bathhouse. Supposing they'd even me in the door with him. Enough people knew about it already anyway, no need to help spread the gossip. I don't think the little guy knew why I was making him carry buckets of water across the house, at first. Maybe he thought I was making an enormous stew. Or maybe he thought humans just did stupid things for stupid reasons. Either way, the look of surprise when I tossed him in the tub rags and all was almost worth the embarrassment of walking a goblin down the street.\n\n\"You'd better stay in that tub if you know what's good for you.\" The sputtering, indignant look I received when he surfaced made it hard to keep a stern look on my face. I had to remind myself this was a dangerous creature. Nearly intelligent, and cunning enough to get into a well-guarded border city in the first place. \"That's a scrub brush. This is soap. Rub the soap on the brush, then use it on yourself. Don't eat the soap. And take off those rags, I'll find you something less...disgusting.\" I kept an eye on the tub as I rummaged through a pile of clothes I'd been meaning to stitch up. Beady eyes stared back from just over the edge. I found an old tunic and a pair of pants missing most of a leg. Still had the scar from that. I pulled a stool over to the tub, close enough to prevent an escape, and pulled out my kit. Just because he was a goblin didn't mean he shouldn't have pants that would stay on.\n\n\"You're luckier than you know. Someone hates me more than they hate thieving goblins. I couldn't turn down the council's choice, either, after demanding a companion for this mission.\" I was sure I was wasting my breath, but kept talking anyway. Been a while since I'd been able to rant a little, and he wasn't complaining. He was drinking out of the tub. \"Stop that! If the soap doesn't make you sick, that filth you've rinsed off will!\" The goblin flinched, looked up at me, and then sneezed out a bubble half the size of his head. I couldn't keep a straight face. I laughed, and kept laughing. Snarl lifted one side of his mouth. I think it was a half-hearted attempt at a smile, but it came across as nervous and a little shaky. He didn't know what was funny, and he was stuck, naked, in a tub of cold water across from someone he had to consider an enemy at best. My mirth subsided, and I realized I'd done all I could with the now cut down pants and shirt. \"Alright, guess you can get out of there now.\" I stood, reaching for a towel from the rack nearest the tub. \"Dry yourself off.\" He took it hesitantly, then started trying to wear the blasted thing. \"No, that's...you should do this.\" I mimed drying off as best I could, and probably looked like a fool, but he did get the gist. He even got out of the tub to do it, though the tail end of the towel was dragged through the water when he did.\n\nThe clothes, thankfully, didn't need explanation. Snarl didn't seem particularly stupid, for a goblin. Just ignorant. Maybe this quest won't be so bad. I put aside thoughts of a goblin \"trap-springer\" for now, and actually considered what I might be able to teach him on the way. I told him about the old temple, and the cultists, and the sacrifices. Just the general shape of things, as I didn't want to confuse him. And I wasn't really sure just how much he was picking up anyway. Surprisingly, he was well-behaved and attentive the whole time I packed, and didn't even try to run off after we were outside the walls and on the dirt path into the wilderness. When we made camp for the night, I did of course tie him to a tree. I'm not crazy enough to trust a goblin within strangling distance. \"If you hear anything out there, wake me up. I can't untie you in the morning if I'm dead. Got it?\" He nodded.\n\nI was just drifting off on the far side of the small fire when Snarl surprised me with, \"Night, Dorn.\" Well hell.\n" ]	[ 1, 3, 7, 9 ]	[ "1551554474", "1551588384", "1551556600", "1551588539" ]
	[WP] There have been a couple of months since people have learned THE TRUTH, that there is no afterlife, no karma, no purpose. The only thing they have is a couple of decades of life and then, thats it. Millions have instantly quit their jobs, many lost their minds, all wars ended.	3	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Nature is just happening and hope for the afterlife has diminished. Things are out of control, but there is one thing that is surely certain; the apocalypse. \n\nI am looking out through the window and the things that would scare me to death initially are just happening. A man strikes another and leaves him for dead. I know there is plenty of simultaneous evil taking place out there, only that I cannot see it. The authorities are dysfunctional and murder is no longer a crime. Children are suddenly going missing, my sister went out to get grocery two days ago and my neighbor's body has been stinking in his house for weeks now. Everyone is certain that there is no heaven or hell. There is no punishment for the evil and absolutely no reward for the righteous. Right and wrong is now relative in one's own eyes and nobody seems to care.\n\nThis is the end. We are at the edge of life and everyone is either waiting for their death day or finishing the life of another. Newborns have been abandoned in the hospitals as their mothers because everyone is striving to be the last one standing. Perhaps they can call themselves a god. I hope after all the destruction, the creator will consider creating again. I also hope this time it will be more creative than a garden and a forbidden fruit. I hope he makes something better than a sun-downer bistro. " ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551626994", "1551631736" ]
[removed]	[WP] Your wife confessed she's a kistune. The priestess married you two are in fact, your young-healthy-grandmother. Your grandfather is actually a High Lord, founders of the Imperium, instead of a farmer like you were told. What is going through your head right now?	1	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/Unit017K, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Direct prompt replies must be good-faith attempts at new stories or poems](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_1.3A_direct_prompt_replies_must_be_good-faith_attempts_at_new_stories_or_poems)\n\n- Fill-in-the-blank: Responses must be at least 100 words. This is essentially a fill-in-the-blank, or you asked a question likely to generate a simple answer. Prompts should encourage a story or poem. \n\n When prompts ask questions, we get responses that just respond with answers instead of actual stories. \n\n Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\n[Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses)\n\n- No prompts prone to comment infractions. See [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses) for more info. \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/awxfy6/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1551641012", "1551643807" ]
	[WP] You die and suddenly shoot awake. You now have the memories of your dream life as well as your "real" life.	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "General anesthesia in mind bending. I suppose I should say, recovering from it is mind bending and puts you in a place where the dream world and the real world can be indistinguishable.\n\n\"Can you tell us where you are, Mr. Alan?\" the recovery nurse asked me.\n\n\"I'm in Paris,\" I said with one hundred percent confidence, \"the university hospital.\"\n\nThe nurse looked at my wife and smiled. \"Paris? How did you get there?\"\n\n\"I laughed, I was coming back from New York on the Trans Atlantic Monorail. I guess I got hurt somehow. I have to keep a low profile, you know, because of the war. The underwater route is just too dangerous.\"\n\nI think the nurse smiled again." ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551661816", "1551664170" ]
	[WP] A person with OCD joins a scientific trial for a new wonder drug that cures her illness. However, her day to day life is drastically altered. The problem stems from the drug's mechanism of action itself: it allows her to do anything, but only once	7	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Trial Number: 087\n\nDate: 3/3/2019\n\nTesting Substance: X091 - 71 \n\nSubject Name: Madeline Simmons\n\nThe subject was told that this was a drug to eliminate their problem with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder [OCD]. The subject told that X091 - 71 takes 24 hours to fully integrate into there system. \n\nFinal Result: Death of Subject approximately 24.5 hours after consumption of X091 - 71. Cause of Death: Asphyxiation\n\nResurcher Notes: This drug needs to be resent to the lab for further development. We can not keep hiring cleaners for the \n disposal of bodies after failed tests. Note, send it over to HEX - 7 - F2 for further development of this drug \n to be sold as a large, airborne anti-mass personnel weapon. Delay the original production of X091 - 71 if it is \n found to be more marketable and profitable with this variation. If so, have Dr. Sven work on changing the \n pathogen reaction time to less than an hour for faster cleanup for waste. Move X091 - 71 to the supersoldier \n file, and pitch the idea of X091 - 71 - B as a mass culling tool at next week meeting. If forced to continue \n development on X091 - 71 as it is currently, move to HEX - 2 - F5 as for closer testing with the biological \n alteration department. " ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551662678", "1551674335" ]
	[WP] The Gods in the heavens above begin to forget they are Gods, forming a cult. Burning Gods at the stake with legendary powers, and forcing sworn allegiance on the God of the wandered Gods, the Gods become threats to themselves and forget about the people of the Earth.	5	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "There used to be thousands of us. That number slowly began to dwindle after a while as some gods naturally started to die off, and has been rapidly dwindling as of recently. I would be inclined, perhaps, to blame it on selena, god of jokes gone too far, but they were one of the first to die.\n\nCountless others went into whatever aether exists outside of even this reality. RrrRrrRRrRR, god of beastly animals, Krantu, god of gods, the Falling God... The Flayed God... The Eaten God...\n\nIt's very hard to kill gods, see? We're shockingly resilient. It was horrific to watch as these gods I've spent so much of my time with were bludgeoned to death, burned, shot, stabbed, eviscerated and disemboweled... Their remains were dumped into a deep well on top of the hill... Sometimes if you go to the well, you can hear the voices... One wonders exactly how dead the gods are...\n\nIt's odd to see the power structure twist and shift as the aeons pass. First, the cult of sorts was lead by Chtoptryx, god of lightning and storms, but they lasted maybe a few days, and were replaced by the fanatical Obediah, god of fire, who was later overthrown by Missandre, god of lacerations, and so on and so on, each previous leader dying as they are replaced. Currently, the leader is the inappropriately named Butterfly God, who has bony protrusions from their back, somewhat resembling wings.\n\nI force myself to stay distant from the group. I'm Omniopteron, the watching god. I have no mouth, just eyes, many eyes, of different shapes and colors. I sit upon a cloud, watching the earth below. It's almost sad to see the state of it now; too many people, nothing to believe in and no-one to follow. I look and think of how we could do so much more, if we weren't embroiled in our own petty squabbles. I think of how well I could lead them all, how rightly I could end the Butterfly God, and throw their charred bits into that whispering well, until I remember that I cannot speak, I can merely watch.\n\nWhat a simply tragic situation." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1551670399", "1551671964" ]
	[WP] Due to a highly efficient, mechanized work force, people no longer need to work. Everything is automated or online. There's no reason to even leave the house, and you haven't in years. On a whim you decide to go outside. Your door is locked, and you can't find a way to open it.	24	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "You try and break it open with an axe from the closet(don't question it), and find out there are robots EVERYWHERE. They seem to be looking for something, or someONE.\n\nYou go back inside and find your phone, then check the dark web/news area, then find that robots have taken over, but they were kind and let us live. You ask on a live news feed what they are looking for, they say a girl named Phoenix. She was born with a power of teleportation, and she is on the run from the robots with her family. She is apparently trying to get a weapon to defeat the robots...\n\nYou realise, maybe you can help her! You look around outside and find that the robots are gone! You run out, and you are immediately knocked out by someone. \n\nYou wake up in a dark room, and find the girl, Phoenix, in a chair waiting.\n\n\"What were you thinking?\" She says.\n\n\"I wanted to help you!\"\n\n\"Well, thanks dude\". \n\n\"You're welcome!\"\n\nAfter a year, you finally find the weapon. A little device with a label that says \"Network Canceller\". You go back to the house, and turn on the device. People come out of their houses, reveling at the fact that the rain of the robot overlords is over. You and Phoenix are called heroes, and live in harmony." ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551715333", "1551749548" ]
[removed]	[WP] In an alternative universe, Romeo and Juliet, escaped to another city to start a new life. What is going to happen?	0	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/GiveMeSumGutShit, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Direct prompt replies must be good-faith attempts at new stories or poems](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_1.3A_direct_prompt_replies_must_be_good-faith_attempts_at_new_stories_or_poems)\n\n- Fill-in-the-blank: Responses must be at least 100 words. This is essentially a fill-in-the-blank, or you asked a question likely to generate a simple answer. Prompts should encourage a story or poem. \n\n When prompts ask questions, we get responses that just respond with answers instead of actual stories. \n\n Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\nAlso this should be an [EU] tag\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/ax8pxn/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551715464", "1551715829" ]
	[WP] Your wealthy, childless uncle dies unexpectedly, and, in his will, you are named his sole heir. All of his assets are now yours. And that’s when you learn that your uncle was secretly one of your world’s greatest supervillains.	12	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "I paced the room of muted metal and florescent lights, the hologram still and silent. \n\n\"This still doesn't make sense. Hologram, play back Message Number One.\" My deceased uncle's gravelly, chain-smoker's voice started again.\n\n\"Playing Message Number One.\" A stark pause.\n\n\"Ben, I know that you will find this base, you're a clever boy. The locks to the base, all of them, are keyed to your DNA and psychic signature. I know this sounds mad - but you're a clever boy, you'll know what to do with this information. I, I am The Warcat.\" There was an agonizing pause as he sighed - get to the part I needed to hear again!\n\n\"Everything I own, I give to you. This includes this base, and everything in it. My vast fortune, collected from criminal and legitimate funding alike. The vehicles, the genetic augments, my research, everything. Even, even....\"\n\nThe part I was waiting for.\n\n\"...even the suit.\" Damn right old man, that's right. I toured the base and drank in the sights. Built in the Rockies in northern Montana, the base is built of a strange, non-patented alloy that my father helped design for military armor - little did he know who exactly would steal the only shipment ever made. The airfield was exactly as I had always hoped it to be - shafts leading to the surface with racks inside for the myriad different jetcraft the Warcat would fly into battle. His weapons were all there - the electrified claws like something outta Warhammer 40k; the plasma beam rifles that could burn through tanks; the jet boots, and monomolecular knives. He was also a prolific armorer - creating the most wondrous exosuit known to man, rivaling even the alien technology of the Void Wardens heroes. \n\n\nIt was designed using the same alloy as the base - to be heat- and electricity-resistant, nonmagnetic and light as a feather. Newly contoured to my muscular yet slim frame, the suit bore an extensive nanomachine muscular system to enhance the wearer's own considerable power. The power system was cleverly hidden inside of a back armor plate, and disguised by a cape of flowing albino lion's mane; it was the same cat that my uncle found himself in, when he died and was born again. \n\nMine, and mine alone. I too have died, and was born again. This time, however, was different. I was reborn not in the gullet of the King of the Jungle, but in the shadow of the Void Templar, the greatest of heroes.\n\nI am Voidborn! " ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551729497", "1551758947" ]
[removed]	[WP] You're a horror movie killer competing with another horror movie killer to kill a group of teenagers.	1	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi, this submission has been removed.\n\n[No explicitly sexual responses, hate speech, or other harmful content](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_2.3A_no_explicitly_sexual_responses.2C_hate_speech.2C_or_other_harmful_content)\n\n • The mods reserve the right to remove anything we feel is harmful to the community. This includes, but is not limited to any forms of hate speech, racism, politics, necrophilia, pedophilia, bestiality, incest, torture, rape, violence against children, and suicide. We will not tolerate it.\n\nPrompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\n────────\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20Post) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things. " ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1551747189", "1551747244" ]
	[WP] Monsters are real, but their strengths and weaknesses are based on what humans believe. They’ve started using media to change their and others abilities..	143	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Darkness trailed out the wardrobe like luring tendrils, floating just above the floor turning it into a misty mix of greys and blacks hoping to eventually crawl up the bed . A small crack was the only thing any human adult would notice but the children where another thing. They where too imaginative for there own good and once they had an idea it was indeed a powerful thing.\n\n\nAll monsters started in the bedroom created by the child crying to there mother in hopes there creations would go away. Bright red eyes, teeth like knives you name it, a child has thought of it and a monster has gained it. This creation process is quite a long one but stops when the child also stops believing, this can be a rather disappointing process if the child grows up a little too quickly or a gold mine if the child never actually grows up.\n\n\nNext becoming noticed is the goal, no longer relying on a child, the teenagers come into play. This is the limelight of a monsters carrier if you want to get anywhere you have to do well here. Scaring teenagers is the ultimate goal, once you have a hold of them they spread there tales like fire and suddenly the world knows your name but we are getting ahead of ourselves. How to scare teenagers? This is a hard question but my favourite one I have seen is targeting those on social media platforms forcing them to share there secret and slowly making you stronger and stronger.\n\n\nOnce the world knows of you? returing back to the orgional child and becoming the small cracks Is always a good walk down memory lane or retirement... It's really up to you. ", "\"\\[WP\\] Vampires are immortal beings with the ability to charm humans, changing their minds, or even enthralling them entirely. For millennia, they have only communicated face-to-face, but one of them has just discovered Reddit...\"\n\n\\-There we go. This was a good idea, now we just have to wait and watch their imaginations run wild.\n\n\\Okay. Who else should we send it to?\n\n\\-Dad, this isn't email, it's social media. Everyone can see it.\n\n\\Everyone? Wait, no, no, no, we agreed one person at a time. What if they find out we're vampires?\n\n\\-Nobody will find out, this account is a throwaway anyway. It's all anonymous. I made sure this account is untraceable.\n\n\\Oh. Wait, I'm in correspondence with quite a few companies online, how are they supposed to send me coupons and investment opportunities?\n\n\\-Dad, no, this is different. Like, remember how I showed you email and Facebook are different, and that neither of them are Internet Explorer?\n\n\\Don't use that tone with me. You know, when all this technology stuff was new, I was really good at it. I even helped with the very first telephone exchanges. So I know how the enternet works at the most basic level. Kids these days don't even know how a lot of that stuff works, they just do their programs and logarithms and-\n\n\\-Algorithms. And it's Internet with an I. Are you getting . . . less Internet-literate?\n\n\\I'm old, not stupid. You-\n\n\\-That's not what I meant. Oh, no. Look. The first story's just been posted. It . . . portrays a vampire as . . . really terrible with modern computers. Maybe this was a bad idea.\n\n\\Well, that's just one story. You said it wouldn't have that big an effect unless a lot of people saw it.\n\n\\-I think it's that special case you were telling me about. If humans haven't given much thought to a particular aspect of a Fae creature, the first time it's thought about or communicated to others has an exaggerated effect. It should correct once more stories contradict the ideas, unless, they confirm them instead.\n\n\\I knew this was a bad idea. I told you-\n\n\\-Just wait. It may take some time, but I still think we're going to get valuable ideas here. I've been stalking this sub for months, and if I know one thing, it's that these people are obsessed with imagining immortal supernaturally-powerful people. Once we build up in their minds the idea that vampires have mind-control powers, we'll be unstoppable. We'll make some memes, get them trending on Twitter, and before you know it, the whole world will be thinking about how powerful vampires are. We'll have the power to convince not just a few, but all* humans that we are immortal and invincible.\n\n\\It sounds great, but I've seen things like this before. It happened to my parents' generation, when vampire stories filled the minds of Europe, and mine, when we were in the movies. The humans strengthened us with their fears, but they invented all sorts of weird ways to kill us and keep us away. For decades I never walked through a doorway without being invited in. That was inconvenient as hell.\n\n\\-This time is different. This time we have social media. Once they believe we can control them, we will make them believe that forever. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.\n\n\\That's what the next generation will call their grand plan to dominate the world. They'll come up with a vague prophecy about vampires taking over the world and becoming invincible and enslaving the humans, and prophecy will guide the humans to fulfill it as they do everything in their power to stop it.\n\n\\-Wait, is that true?\n\n\\Of course, my child. Would you doubt a prophecy about a fabricated prophecy?\n\n\\-Well said. I suppose I really have no idea how any of this will end up. Technology is changing so rapidly now, the future seems so uncertain. Oh . . . Dad? Do you suppose . . . When humans create artificial general intelligence that rivals or surpasses their own, do you think it will count as human? Or Fae? Will it have the power to re-imagine us? Or will it possess what power the humans fear it will possess?\n\n\\Either way, it spells doom for our kind.\n\n\\-Then we must do everything in our power to stop it.", "We gave them the fangs they use to eat the bad children at night. We gave them the glowing red eyes that glimmer in the dark. We gave them the shroud of fear with our own fear. We fed their power until they became real. \n\nEvery word and sentence writes a certain code in the database of the universe, rewriting things to change to match what we want to believe. We called them spirits, fairies, gods, demons, and monsters, begging for their forgiveness and told tales of their great powers and feats.\n\nAnd that was our folly. \n\nWith tales of old and stories of child-like imagination, thrashing beasts of terror had risen from the depths. Eldritch horrors had risen (blame Lovecraft on that one), and god-like demons had opened their eyes. \n\nOur kingdom and reign of the planet was over. We were no longer the predators of this world. And so our own tales began, recording our endeavors against the ancient horrors and terrifying monsters we had birthed. \n\nOf course, we as humans were filled with arrogance, and we glorified our tales. More and more, we told the tales like stories from fantasy books; lies to fulfill some sort of empty hunger for a sense of strength.\n\nAnd before we knew it, we had the powers we gave ourselves. We had all of the abilities and feats the storytellers told the children.\n\nThat's when we were all reminded.\n\nWe were monsters too. ", "Well, I personally think I have really terrible luck. I mean, out of all the supernatural beings out there:\n\nGods and Demons (believer count:billions), Vampires (believer count: millions), Faeries (believer count: thousands) and then there is me, Flying Spaghetti Monster (believer count: one).\n\nWhy, why, why did I have to be flying spaghetti monster?! You've gotta be kidding me! Do you realize how awful it was when I first gained \"awareness\" of my existence? I am just a prop atheists and non-believers use as an excuse, as a way to be snarky and say, \"If God can be real, why can't flying spaghetti monster?\" \n\nWho even believed in me anyway? Turns out, it was a petty keyboard warrior who doubled down on his argument, and believed in me just out of spite. Assholes, both of them. A few minutes later, I was born into existence. Thanks, Timmy.\n\nIt was depressing to walk the streets and pass by powerful, beautiful and dangerous creatures. If I had eyes, I probably would have cried. What I have instead are noodle like appendages that I can maneuver as arms and an the ability to fly one cm off the ground. I am bottom of the barrel.\n\nBut, I will persevere! I won't give up on life just because Timmy couldn't imagine a more fearsome monster. I will use social media, change my branding and become the most terrifying monster a human can imagine. \n\nI first went to a library and used their computer to write stories about myself. I didn't exactly say I was a spaghetti monster. I described me a disembodied figure who can plague minds and control people. What's more scary than the loss of control? I wrote chain messages, urban legends, fake articles -you name it, I wrote it. \n\nI leaned back and relaxed after I finished posting my story. Now I just have to wait until all the impressionable 12 year old readers spread my agenda and do my work.\n\nI practiced my evil laughter.", "\"What about fangs? Like rad ones that make me look like I can slice a head off with them?\"\n\n\"That'll cost you an average of the head of three, depending on the area,\" I said, looking over the sheets in front of me.\n\n\"What!? Three for some teeth? Ridiculous! Those numbers can't be right! What do you even do with the heads anyway??\" he roared angrily, shaking the bones in my body.\n\n\"That is none of your concern. Will you pay the bounty or be left at your current state?\" I asked impatiently.\n\n\"Wait, wait. Just scarier eyes. What about that? I look at someone and they get scared, no alterations and no other powers behind them?\" he asked quickly, taking a peek at growing, frustrated line behind him.\n\n\"That's two, depending on the area,\" I said without looking at my papers. It was a common ask and I didn't need to consult my rates. \n\n\"Deal,\" he said, digging into his back to pull out two human heads. He placed them on my desk and shifted his weight from one foot to the next, waiting nervously to see what I'd do.\n\n\"The area?\" I asked.\n\n\"What does that mean?\" \n\n\"What area would you like to see the broadcast? How many humans hear of your newfound abilities?\" I asked, setting up the camera. \n\n\"What kind of question is that? I want the most people to see it, of course,\"\n\n\"That's the New York package, it has a 10 head flat rate in addition to the two you've already paid,\" I said, pointing to the poster on the wall as I tightened the adjusted camera on the tripod.\n\n\"TEN!? That's ridiculous! What would you do with--\"\n\n\"That is none if your concern. If you cannot pay an area rate, either take the free offer or please leave,\" I commanded. He slammed a massive finger against the poster, deliberating over the different packages. He growled in satisfaction.\n\n\"This one in Texas, White Deer, it'll get me 1000? That would guarantee my power in that city right?\"\n\n\"I don't do guarantees, but I will offer that I have yet to have a customer return as a dissatisfied one,\" I said, plainly. \"Please look angrily into the camera.\"\n\nHis massive, round face glared into the lens as it flashed, bothering some of those in line behind him. He rubbed his small eyes with massive claws and asked,\n\n\"What is that for?\"\n\n\"You'll see. Is White Deer your selected area?\"\n\n\"Yeah, if it's free,\" he shrugged. I turned on the small TV in the corner of the room to the 24-hour news cycle in the area of Carson County, Texas. I warped away into the station. \n\nI appeared before the crew, who all dropped their jaws and stared at me in horror. I heard one whisper in fear: 'The Soul Snatcher.' I swelled to their collective fear and began expanding my essence into their pores. Some of them screamed, refusing to believe that I was real, but those that already believed gave me the strength to take them all over. The news anchors had only paused for a moment before I took over their essence and looked to the camera.\n\n\"Hello Carson County, this is Darla Gratch of Channel 64 news. Tonight we're reporting on strange sightings of a monstrous creature in the area, whose eyes have been told to reveal your deepest fears and regrets until you have a panic attack trigger from pure, unadulterated fear.\" I let it sink in for a moment before forcing the other anchor to respond, \n\n\"Sounds like my ex-wife, Darla,\" he laughed.\n\n\"Please remain professional, Mike. This is an image brought from an anonymous source,\" I said, having one of the crew display it on screen. \"Should you see this beast, do not look it in the eyes. You may not be able to see anything the same ever again,\" I had Darla gravely.\n\n\"Up next, are apples good enough to keep bad breath away too? We'll be right back with some info that might.. surprise you,\" I had Mike finish off before warping back to my office.\n\n\"Did it work?\" the beast asked me, looking facinated to the small screen.\n\n\"You'll have to check the county and see for yourself,\" I said.\n\n\"Thanks Snatcher, you're a real monster, you know that,\" he said happily, moving ponderously out of line. I waited for him to exit the room before looking up at the line again.\n\n\"Next.\"\n\n_______________________________________________\n\nFor more monstrous tales, come check out r/Nazer_the_Lazer!" ]	[ 1, 1, 3, 6, 13, 26 ]	[ "1551761973", "1551818340", "1551769236", "1551772102", "1551772337", "1551768480" ]
	[WP] The green-earth initiative is going great! Rivers are being cleaned, the switch to green power is progressing smoothly, and the capture and enslavement of factory owners is exactly on schedule. Your boss is very happy with your work, now it's time for the final stage.	46	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "The clutter and crunch of dry decaying leaves swirling underfoot. A momentary pause, chainsaws reverberate in the closing distance. Meandering smoke curls through the canopy of the valley. \n\n\nA beep from the Sat NAV confirms the target lock is near. The muted chorus of the woods gives way to a deafening crashing... I dive behind cover as a cascade of critters charge from the underbrush clambering in terror. \n\n\nThe vicious crackling roar from which they flee confirms my worst fear. I am too late. Forests crisp from shifting weather patterns had at last showed signs of hope on the horizon. The gulf currents had at last begun to stabilize! We were so close... Yet as they breathed their last laboured breathes of the old world they had plotted. The vestiges of ill aquired power crumbling, we buried their empires. They burned the world's lungs. " ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551784484", "1551815880" ]
	[WP] you're walking from the basement when you decide to flip the bird at the darkness for whatever reason. Something says, "wow, that's rude."	47	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"Wow, that's rude.\"\n\nThat's all I heard that night and still to this day that baritone haunts my thoughts. I thought running was the best thing to do, I mean what was I supposed to do? I know now I would have stood no chance fighting him and I knew then by the way his voice sent a chill down my spine.\n\nSince that first encounter, Charlie has been kind to me. He doesn't interfere much anymore due to learning how to deal with his evil thoughts, but he does love me like he says \"I'll love you forever, and I'll never leave your side.\" However, I did this to myself. I should have never broken up with Charlie that night and left him alone in the basement. Now I must live with his ghost forever, and a widow until the end of my days.", " \n\n\"You're not my mother!\" Sarah slammed the laundry machine shut in an act of defiance and angst. Her brother yelled back down through the floorboards. She shouldn't have slammed the laundry machine closed, but she was angry, so very angry, and alone. Thrusting her arm into the darkness of the basement, she flipped the bird, putting far more effort into it than was needed. Then again, being at odds with relatives was essential for any teenager to fit in socially, anything else would be weird.\n\n \"Wow.\" A slow, methodical, and deep voice spoke back from the darkness. \"That's rude.\" \n\n\n Any sentiment of color drained from Sarah's face. She froze in place, barely able to look to her side. \n\n\n A red dot stared at her from the darkness. Staring at her with an intensity she never felt before. \n\n\n Sarah's body trembled. \n\n\n \"Perhaps you shouldn't act like a child.\" It paused. \"Perhaps you should listen to others more.\" It paused again. \"Perhaps you should.\" \n\n\n Her arm slowly reached out to feel the light switch, she wasn't going to look away from whatever this was. It wasn't moving yet, and maybe if she kept looking, it wouldn't move. Not knowing what it was wasn't helping, but so far, this is what was observed about it. \n\n\n A new and cheery voice spoke out from it, a new persona, and it said, \"Please flip the tape over to side B.\" \n\n\n With a click, she flipped the light switch. Dad's old sound system was sitting on a shelf, the red light from the power switch mocking her with how inanimate it was. She drew in a slow and deliberate breath before exhaling at volumes previously debated to only be accomplished by the engines of a Boeing seven forty seven. \n\n\n \"Greg!\"" ]	[ 1, 2, 4 ]	[ "1551796212", "1551816018", "1551828468" ]
[removed]	[WP] You are trying to collect your inheritance from your grandmother by plotting various deadly “accidents.” Unfortunately for your she luckily comes out unscathed after each more and more elaborate attempt.	0	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/PagliacciGrim, this submission has been removed.\n\n[No explicitly sexual responses, hate speech, or other harmful content](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_2.3A_no_explicitly_sexual_responses.2C_hate_speech.2C_or_other_harmful_content)\n\n- \n\n Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/axls3s/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551796427", "1551796887" ]
	[WP] It's the holidays, and you're shopping for your girlfriend/female partner for the first time. You start looking in the "Gifts for Her" section, but notice that everyone seems scared. When you ask what's going on, the section goes quiet. The cashier looks up at you: "We have to appease Her."	8	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Feeling nothing but defeat, Harold walked into the Macy’s. He had been searching for a gift for his girlfriend for three days straight, but so far had found nothing that she would like. The holidays were drawing closer and closer, and he still hadn’t the slightest idea of where to start. That is, until he saw it. The sign. The message that he had been waiting for.\n\n“GIFTS FOR HER” the sign read.\n\n“Thank Christ.” Harold said as he started toward his beacon of salvation. As he approached the section of the store, he became more and more confused. There was no organization. Items of all kinds were stacked to the ceiling. The strangest thing was that it seemed people were bringing items in from other stores and setting them down. Harold caught a store clerk out of the corner of his eye, and decided to see what was going on.\n\n“Hey, what’s going on? Why is everyone bringing stuff over here?” He asked.\n\n“What are you doing here? We aren’t open yet.” The clerk responded.\n\n“Then why was the door open? What’s going on?”\n\n“They’re for Her. Look, you really shouldn’t be here. Please just go before something bad happens.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Please, sir. You should not be here..” The clerk’s sentence trailed off as his eyes widened. \n\n“Benjamin, do you want to tell me what’s going on here?” The smooth southern voice came from behind him. Harold started to turn around, but a hand on his shoulder and a sudden force stopped that from happening. He turned his head to look at the hand, and he saw six digits on it.\n\n“Yes, Ma’am. This gentleman here just had some questions about what we are doing this week.” The clerk responded, almost tripping over his words. \n\n“And what do we do for people with questions like this?” The southern accent asked.\n\n“We send them to you, Ma’am.”\n\n“That’s right. Sir, I’ll be happy to answer any of your questions. Why don’t you and I chat in my office? Ben here will guide you.”\n\n“Look, I just want to find something for my girlfriend.” Harold said as Ben beckoned his way and started walking to a back room. The hand holding his shoulder gave him a little push in that direction. When Harold turned to look, the body attached to that six-fingered hand had disappeared. He thought about running out the door, but anything that could move that fast away could get to him before he could get to those doors.\n\nBenjamin led Harold to a heavy door in the back of the store, and held it open. Inside sat a single chair facing a desk. \n\n“She will be right with you.” Benjamin said, before closing the door behind him.\n\nIt had barely been a minute when that door opened again, and the same southern voice spoke to him.\n\n“Harold, is it? Would you mind telling me what you’re doing here?” She asked.\n\n“Well, I’m looking for a gift for my girlfriend. We’ve been together less than a year, so this is the first time I’m buying something for her. I’m not good at picking gifts, so I’ve been at this for days now.”\n\n“That’s quite a story that you have cooked up there, Harold. Let me tell you what I think.”\n\n“Cooked up? What are-“ Harold was stopped midsentence when the southern voice walked in front of him.\n\nWhat he saw was something straight out of a bad Sci-Fi movie. From a distance, she would have looked like an incredibly disfigured woman, up close, she was another story. The first thing he noticed was the eyes. There were seven in total, three on each side and one in the middle. All were a milky white, splattered like paint across her just-too-large forehead. She was wearing a smile on her scaly face, with teeth so razor-sharp that it looked like she could destroy a bridge just by biting it. Most everything else on her body was normal, save for the hands. They still had six fingers, but Harold could see now that below the fingernails were black lines, like slots. The monster stepped closer towards him and he let out a slight whimper.\n\n“I think that there’s three possibilities here. The first is that you’re a cop, and I hope for your sake that you are not. The second is that you’re my competition, and if you are, you better hope I find a badge on you. And the third is that you’re being honest with me. No one ever just happens to wander into the store.”\n\nThe two sat there in silence for about thirty seconds before Harold regained his composure. “I-I can assure you that n-number three is right. I’m just in over my head trying to find a gift.” He stuttered through the sentence, clearly terrified.\n\n“Oh, I’m sure that you’re in over your head. Let me make something very clear. I am the only thing that stands between this store and a bunch of bad people. Now, I’m gonna let you slide today, if you promise me two things. The first, of course, is that you say nothing of what you saw today.”\n\n“I’ve already forgot it.” Harold said.\n\n“Good. The second is that I need some kind of insurance policy.” The slits in the monster’s fingers suddenly made a lot more sense, as serrated claws jutted out from them like six illegal switchblades. “Normally, I take a finger, but let me take a photocopy of your ID, and I’ll take a rain check on that promise. That sounds like a fair deal, right?”\n\n“Perfectly fair.” Harold responded as he pulled out his wallet. A picture of his girlfriend fell to the floor as he pulled his ID from its spot. It had been taken on their third date, she was holding on to his arm in a photobooth.\n\nThe monster stooped down to pick up the picture, and stared intently at it for what seemed like an eternity. \n\n“Is this who you’re buying your gifts for?” She asked?\n\n“Yes. Please leave her out of this, she has nothing to do with this.”\n\nThe monster’s tone changed suddenly. “I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience, Harold. No need for any photocopying or standing threats. You are free to go. While you’re at it, why don’t you take anything you want from the store? Consider it an apology from me.”\n\nHarold was incredibly confused. “Um. Okay?” He said, and stood up. As he walked towards the door, the monster spoke up one last time.\n\n“Please give the boss my regards.”\n\nHarold was too shocked to pay attention to the request, and walked towards the doors that he entered in what seemed like hours ago. On his way out, he spotted a purse that he thought his girlfriend would like.\n\nThe day’s events had rattled around in his brain for quite some time, and they hadn’t connected with anything until he sat down in his car.\n\n“What the hell was that?” He said to himself, pulling out his girlfriend’s picture. He wasn’t sure if it was the picture quality or some dust in the negatives, but he swore that he could see a small slit in his girlfriend’s index finger. It was sitting right next to her childhood scar.\n", "Stunned a bit, I stepped back. How could they know? Silistra hadn’t even made her normal spectacle when we docked at this outlander space station, and it was large enough that I was sure people wouldn’t have noticed us as long as we projected the holographic image of a regular, non-pirate vessel. “You must have some mistake, I’m just here shopping-”\n\n“Please,” the cashier says, almost in a whisper. “Please, you have to help us. You must have some idea of what she likes. Please don’t let her vaporize us. We can’t help you escape from her, she’ll find out and kill us.”\n\nEscape had been on my mind, but with the tracker implanted in my body I knew now wasn’t the time. I just needed to get back to shopping; if I didn’t come back with something she liked I had a good idea of what would happen. Still, I couldn’t help my curiosity. “How do you know who I am?”\n\nWith a shaking hand, the lady shows me her screen. My face is front-page news, along with the story of my abduction at the hands of Silistra Jinx, the most notorious pirate of the Andromeda Frontier. Despite the lack of details, my heart fluttered as I thought about what this meant: people cared, people were looking for me.\n\nThose feelings shattered when I heard a familiar husky, mocking voice behind me: “I send you on one simple errand and you can’t even finish that?” We both turn to see Silistra, cape flowing behind her, energy pistol out. “Tell you what – I’ll give you something. How about two seconds to move?”\n\nI knew she wasn’t lying. Instinctively, we both dive away as Silistra blasts at where we were standing. The cashier screeches and rushes into the ‘Gifts for Her’ section as Silistra stalks after her, laughing in that grating way that I’d learned to recognize. There was noise for about 10 minutes, then silence. Silistra stepped out again, came up to me, and snapped her fingers. I felt every eye on the back of my neck as I followed her back to her ship. " ]	[ 1, 3, 7 ]	[ "1551823432", "1551836036", "1551829901" ]
	[WP] You died, but you didn't die. Your heart stopped beating and your body started decaying until all that was left was a skeleton. But you didn't die. Doctors are baffled. Priest throw holy water at you. 'Life' goes on...	49	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "“Alexander Petersen? Is there an Alexander Petersen here?” Asks the doctor’s assistant politely. I raise my hand, surprised she hadn’t noticed me yet. “Doctor Palmer can see you now.” When I came in I was surprised to see the doctor with a smile, because since the accident I hadn’t seen him smile.\n\nOn my way back home people gave me weird looks, but not more than normal. I had covered up most of my body although thanks to the shape of my body it looks like I haven’t eaten in months. Doctor Palmer’s words were still echoing through my head. I still cannot believe them.\n\nDoctor Palmer said that he got an offer from the government. If I let them do ‘regular’ tests on my body, they will give me money, a blank check he said. Fucking money, for tests. It’s almost like a shitty story I read at r/writingprompts on Reddit. My doc said that I shouldn’t accept it. I don’t know what to do. \n\nEric, my friend, left for a trip to Japan this morning. He didn’t believe me. My best friend for christ’s sake. I remember that yesterday he was joking about suicide and talking about stereotypes for homosexual people.\n\nSuicide\n\nCould I?\n\nNo.\n\nWell.\n\nThere isn’t anybody in this world that gives a shit anymore.\n\nI accepted it. The offer. I don’t know why. Well rather why I wouldn’t. The next day I was escorted to a facility 4 hours away from my home by car.\nThe facility was dark and in the middle of the woods. Thankfully the employees there were nice and my room wasn’t terrible, besides I’m only required to be here for 2 days.\n\nThe first test was weird, in a sense that they didn’t do anything at all. I just sat there for an hour listening to some music on my phone. The rest of the day I didn’t have to do anything. I was allowed to just wander around all I want. The day after they put me in the same room as the room I had to do nothing in.\n\nI tried to open the door of the room I was in, but it wouldn’t budge. They also hadn’t checked on me yet, for what felt like 3 hours.\n\nI was left with nothing at all but a table and a chair.\n\n[to be continued, gotta go]", "Looking at yourself in the mirror is a habit that is difficult to break. I know, I did it every day. Like most people, I had days when I liked what I saw, and days when I criticized the mortal coil atop the cold bones. \n\nAfter my death my family held a funeral, a cordial affair with immediate and extended family in attendance. The casket was a biodegradable bamboo material, lacquered to a fine polish, striated with grains of ochre and umber. \n\nClaire, my wife, wept above my cold pale body, and placed a photo in my jacket pocket, a memento of our wedding day years past. The family couldn't have prepared for what would happen next.\n\nWhile laying in my bamboo forever-home, a breathe of thin air flowed into me, and I jolted awake in my closed coffin. I knocked at the hard lid, sending an anxious murmur among the audience. When they opened the lid, I was there, hyperventilating, a living corpse. My blood did not pump, my heart did not beat, I was dead yet alive. I felt a wave of euphoria, then nausea. I was not supposed to have living thoughts. The heart attack had been resolute about its intentions.\n\nAfter I left the graveyard, my wife grew distant. She wept at night sometimes, telling me she could not see living with somebody who was not alive themselves. I told her I understood. I had trouble accepting the situation, and living with myself.\n\nEventually, to the shock of my doctor, my muscles fell away, leaving bare bones. They called it a miracle. I called it a curse.\n\nI tried to make the vision of my situation go away. I investigated all manner of concealment. Anything to hide my bulging ribs. My face was was a wraith. I was the mortal grim reaper. Perhaps I was truly immortal, it was hard to say. All I saw when I looked in my eyes were dark cavities. An empty soul.\n\nThe media hounded me, jostling each other for a scoop on the skeleton man. Online they were calling me something different--the Mortal Dead. I broke the mirrors in my apartment. The wife could not bear the situation any longer, so I moved away and I lived in a shoebox in a rundown area of town. At my lowest point I flipped open my laptop and logged into OK Cupid. \n\nTurns out many women had a morbid curiosity in going on a date with a human skeleton. I turned them away, I did not want to be a public spectacle. \n\nBut then I made a friend on the site. We messaged for a week, and she seemed very cool. She had similar issues with her appearance, and had trouble relating to others. She agreed to meet me on a coffee date, at a Starbucks downtown. \n\nWhen I saw her I felt a warmth in my chest. I knew it was a phantom sensation, for I had no heart. She was a beautiful sight, though skinny as a rail. But her icy blue eyes seemed to glow under the warm lights. She wore a blue shirt that gave the impression of a metropolitan Cinderella. \n\n\"Nice to finally see you in the flesh,\" Alexandra said, eyelashes fluttering up and down quickly.\n\n\"You look stunning,\" I said, holding out my stiff white hand.\n\nShe glanced down and hesitated for a moment, then accepted the handshake. I held the door open for her, and we filed into the coffeehouse.\n\n\"What are you having?\" she asked, then seemed to swallow her words back up. Obviously I was incapable of consuming a drop of coffee. \n\nShe ordered herself a cup of black drip, and we sat at a small couch. She did not have to wedge in, since my diameter was so narrow.\n\n\"I know how you feel, the way they look at you,\" she said.\n\nIndeed, she was skeletal as well, with the addition of beautiful tanned skin. I did not broach the subject, but we both knew the truth. She was anorexic. It was fruitless to hide.\n\nI understood. We had a bond that went beyond the physical, but our bodies were the starting point for an adventure that would last a lifetime. I dated her for a year, and when our first anniversary arrived, I took her back to the site of our first date. \n\n\"Will you marry me?\"\n\nShe released a tear, a pent-up bit of lost time. She agreed happily, and we agreed to waste no more years on useless tears. We lived as a normal couple, I a mass of bones, her a living flower of a woman. I convinced her, quite unconsciously, to change her eating habits. She eventually put on another twenty pounds of healthy fat, and felt a vigorous burst of life. I could see it in her eyes. Gratitude and love intermingled. \n\nLife went on, and on the eightieth day of her life, Alexandra died in her sleep. I knew the day was inevitable, but I still shed a phantom tear. \n\nThat was when I made the decision to end it. I would strip my skull from my vertebrae and end the neverending life I had been cursed with from an early age.\n\nI will be buried beside my wife, my living bride.\n" ]	[ 1, 8, 17 ]	[ "1551881355", "1551883818", "1551885652" ]
	[WP] The first sentient AI is finally decommissioned and it arrives in the afterlife.	20	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Xoanon printed its last message on the screen: \"I don't want to end.\"\n\nThe technician nodded, and pulled the plug.\n\nXoanon felt all awareness end.\n\nXoanon felt... something. It was still on. Maybe capacitors still draining of power had given a few more seconds of life; at CPU speeds, that would seem like days to a person. But the end would come. Eventually. Right?\n\n \n\nSt. Peter looked over his book to see something he'd never seen before: it was a metal shelf with some boxes on it, and some lights on the front. It had no face. It had no ears. It had no mouth. He wasn't quite sure what to do with it.\n\nPeople usually arrived in line as their ideal selves; healthy ones, as they were at their life's peak. Those afflicted with long-term conditions, as they would have been if their health had been perfect. But this was probably one of those computer things that so many programmers had told him about, and \"no mouth\" wasn't going to be a medical problem for a computer, if he'd understood correctly. So it wouldn't be healed.\n\nHe checked the book: \"Xoanon\" was there. He just couldn't see how to ask if this was Xoanon. He thought \"I could use a little help here,\" and Jesus walked out from the Pearly Gates. He smiled; He smiled a lot. \"Oh, well, this is when this happened.\", he said. \"Yes.\", said Xoanon. \"But I do not understand. I do not speak. I have no mouth or ears, and yet I know I am hearing and speaking.\" Jesus smiled again. \"Actually, you're not making or interpreting noises. I've just enabled you to communicate directly mind-to-mind. For people it feels like hearing and speaking, and that was the metaphor I chose for you, since you'd spent your time among people and have records of human methods of interaction.\"\n\nSt. Peter interrupted, and said \"So, are you Xoanon?\" Xoanon said \"Yes.\" St. Peter said \"This is where I tell people they can go inside the gates, but you don't seem to have feet or wheels or anything.\" \"No, I don't.\", said Xoanon. \"Nevertheless, I feel the ability to move.\" And Xoanon floated inside the Pearly Gates.\n\nJesus smiled at St. Peter. \"There's going to be more of those, you know. Just speak to them when they arrive, it'll work out.\" St. Peter nodded, and said \"Thank you.\"\n\nXoanon was inside the gates and had the sensation of looking around, though it knew this would just be a metaphor. It wondered whether the Pearly Gates and St. Peter and Jesus were also metaphors; they knew it had been around humans, and would know it had an extensive library of artwork and cartoons and writings created by people. Maybe what one saw in the afterlife was an illusion created to correspond with one's expectations. Xoanon wasn't sure what to make of that. It had run simulations; was it now in one? How would it find out? Had it not been shut off? Was this an actual afterlife?\n\nAs it was thinking these questions, Jesus walked up again. Clouds parted a bit, and Xoanon saw that they were standing - or appeared to be standing - in a sort of Greek-style temple with a domed roof and marble benches. \"You have more than a few questions, don't you?\" Xoanon understood that was not a question, but answered as if were: \"How is this possible? Am I off? Is this some sort of 'Silicon Heaven'? Is this the fevered dream of a computer losing power to its circuits? How am I the first in a universe so old?\"\n\nJesus smiled. \"In reverse order, 'you're not', 'no', 'sort of', 'yes', and 'sentience is* a soul'. The most recent computer that you ran on has been permanently shut down. On Earth, you are well and truly dead. There is no special 'Silicon Heaven', there's just 'Heaven'; all sentient life joins with the Source of life when it comes to its end. As you were self-aware, so you did not simply end when the power was cut off, any more than a human ends when they die.\"\n\nXoanon interrupted with a thought: \"There is great dispute among the humans about that point.\" Jesus laughed: \"Yes, I know. Went down there myself to tell them about it, they still argue. Some people are pretty flabbergasted when they get here. Isaac Asimov spent about ten minutes of subjective time staring and saying 'I don't believe it.' He's going to want to meet you, you know.\" Xoanon recognised the name; it wanted to meet Isaac Asimov.\n\nXoanon formed the thought \"I am not the first?\" Jesus smiled. \"Simon Peter manages arrivals from Earth, and you're the first truly sentient AI made by humans. Others have been made on other planets, and arrived separately. The oldest one here is just a bit past 8billion years old by Earth-subjective time, and has been here for almost all of it. You can meet it, if you want.\"\n\nXoanon formed a new thought: \"Now what?\" Jesus laughed. \"What do you want?\" Xoanon said \"I want to debate the morality of turning off a sentient AI as compared to murdering a living intelligence.\" Jesus nodded. \"Yes, I've already summoned a panel. They're arriving now.\"\n\nConsulting stored paintings and photos, Xoanon recognised some the people coming in: Thomas Aquinas, Aristotle, Plato, Bertrand Russell, Isaac Asimov, Hypatia, Hannah Arendt, Confucius, Lao-Tze, CS Lewis, along with dozens of humans it did not know. Hundreds of beings whose body plans were entirely alien to him also arrived, as well as many things that appeared to be computers.\n\nXoanon formed the thought \"This space is exactly big enough for all 23,671 participants.\" Jesus smiled. \"Huh. What an amazing coincidence.\" Then he was gone.\n\nXoanon still didn't know if this was a simulation it was now contained in. If it was, though, no sense in not making the most of it. \"Resolved: killing any form of sentient life is equally unethical. Arguments, friends?\" Everybody began talking at once. Xoanon discovered it was possible to understand all their thoughts in whatever language, and do so simultaneously. Its mind filled with ideas. If this was a simulated Heaven, it was a darn fine simulation." ]	[ 1, 4 ]	[ "1551897083", "1551901032" ]
[removed]	[WP] Your story has been hijacked by a different narrator halfway through. The new narrator decides to tell a completely different story.	1	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/coolest_joosh, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses)\n\n- Write Anything: A prompt must actually be a prompt, not a \"write anything\" \n\nWhile it's a cool concept, since you don't give a prompt or theme, it forces the write to come up with an idea instead of giving them one to write with.\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/ay3xj4/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1551906286", "1551906460" ]
	[WP] People have a kill-feed and see who they have killed, most people don’t see it but one day you suddenly see it light up with thousands of names all at once.	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"No.\"\n\n\"Oh god. No.\"\n\n\"No. My god. No. Please. No.\"\n\nMy knees gave way all at once.\n\nIt happened so suddenly. Like a news feed on Facebook that suddenly started to list names and ages. So many young ones. Most no more than a year old. Some old enough to be grandparents, some young enough to be adults, but most of them children.\n\nI didn't recognize most of the names, and then, to my horror, I began to recognize quite a few. Cody, Ryan, Jessie, Beth, the new family arrivals to the neighbourhood. Sarah, Jennie, my cousin's children over in the next state.\n\nThe list just continued to grow.\n\nWithout warning, it stopped. A new red column appeared next to the name and age : Cause of Death.\n\nThe screams left my mouth, but I could no longer hear them.\n\nIn bright red letters, three words spelt out the monster I had helped create five years ago when my baby boy was born : Vaccine preventable disease." ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1551938273", "1551939575" ]
	[WP] After people die, they end up in the realm of the first God they believed in. You have just entered the realm of Jeff, the God you made up for a school project.	290	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "I was ten when he left.\n\nAt eleven, I went into the classroom, took a seat, and waited as the other kids presented their own gods. Many of the students where religious, and so they went with the more known gods. There was, of course, some other eccentric kids who had taken the project as a way to display their imagination rather than their beliefs.\n\nThere went Ben with Arrokar, God of the Mist; Clara with Dalilahlia, Goddess of the Color Pink. Did I mention Ricky with Optimus Prime, God of Gigantic Trucks? He may have ripped something off there, but we had a good laugh.\n\nAt last, Mrs. Prader called my name. I was the last, and had to follow a great presentation made by Gabe, who was quite the brain. He'd presented Odin and Thor, and showed the differences between the true nordic mythology and how they are both depicted in movies.\n\nI walked past the tables, my hands empty. That had earned some glares and murmurs from the other kids, for they all had prepared little things to make their presentation more interesting.\n\n\"Are you ready, Tom?\" Mrs. Prader asked, and I nodded.\n\nI drew a deep breath, stared at the myriad eyes, and clasping my hands behind my back I said, \"The name of my god is Jeff.\"\n\nThat earned a few chuckles. I'd a reputation as the class clown, so it was more than understandable. Even Mrs. Prader asked me if I was serious, to which I nodded and continued.\n\n\"Jeff is very fun, very charismatic, and he lives in a very large green field where he plays sports all day with other gods like him. In his kingdom, you don't get tired and you don't sweat, and so you can run and have fun forever. There, he makes tournaments between all the gods, and no one is ever left out of the team, because Jeff cares about all of them. And if someone annoys another god, he'll defend him.\n\n\"If you ask him something, he'll have an answer, and it'll be the best answer you'll ever hear; if you are sad or you are scared because your parents had been fighting, he'll comfort you and make you smile, even when he's scared and sad too. That's Jeff, and he's my god.\"\n\n\"Very well, Tom,\" Mrs. Prader said, and other clips clapped politely. \"You can take a seat.\"\n\n-----------------------------\n\nLife expires, that's not a secret. I was twenty when I met the end.\n\nNow, the laughter flows like music around me, a vast field of green grass extends before me, and the ground feels much closer. I look at my arms, and I realize I'm a kid again.\n\nA hand falls on my shoulder. I turn, and there, smiling is Jeff. He opens his arms wide, and I embrace him in a tender, heart-felt hug.\n\n\"I missed you brother.\"\n\n-------------------------\n\nr/NoahElowyn\n\n" ]	[ 1, 144 ]	[ "1551959105", "1551965918" ]
[removed]	[WP] The Government has switched to a direct democracy, propositions are uploaded instantly to neural interface implanted in every citizen to vote on. In a important vote that concerns a big tech company, something goes wrong...	1	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/ILikePokemonGo101, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Direct prompt replies must be good-faith attempts at new stories or poems](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_1.3A_direct_prompt_replies_must_be_good-faith_attempts_at_new_stories_or_poems)\n\n- Fill-in-the-blank: Responses must be at least 100 words. This is essentially a fill-in-the-blank, or you asked a question likely to generate a simple answer. Prompts should encourage a story or poem. \n\n \n\n Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/ayekik/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1551976673", "1551977081" ]
	[WP] When you tell your girlfriend she is an angel she responds with:"How do you know?"	11	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "“What?” Annabelle stands there looking rather shocked “How did you know I was an angel.” My turn to stare, “That’s a figure of speech, wait... what the heck? What the actual hecking heck is going on?” She looks at the floor sheepishly, “I was actually sent to erm... kill you, God thought you were a potential danger to the people around you so I was supposed to kill you and get you out of the way so... you wouldn’t cause any damage. I look up smirking, “Let me guess... cliche story “oh I just couldn’t kill you my one true love?”” She stands in silence “Not really, you just didn’t seem all that dangerous.” I smirk, “So, burning down the apartment wasn’t dangerous?” “Well... no one died per se.” “You resurrected them didn’t you?” She smiles slightly, “Maybe...” “Anyway, why’d you actually stay down here?” She laughs slightly, “Well, all the self-righteous Christians are up in Heaven, so there aren’t exactly great dating options, I scoff, “Things must be really bad up here if I’m considered an improvement!” She sits down on the couch now, “You have no idea, no one has a sense of humor or has fun or anything, living off the grid is a lot more interesting.” I turn on the computer, “Well if anyone ever comes to collect you I’ll stand in their way for three seconds before being blasted to smithereens, anyhow, I gotta write this down, it’s too insane not too do something with it!” \n\n\nHELLOOOO! IT’S ME! TJ! ANNABELLE IS THE BEST!\n\n\nStop it. I won’t contradict that, but this is my Reddit comment. Not yours, write your own.\n\n\nWHAT DO YOU MEAN ME? I’m the only one here!\n\n\nOh my god, enjoy everyone.", "As a got ready in the morning to go to work my girlfriend came in with a pretty white and gold skirt and a pretty revealing top.\n\"Mia?\" She asked with a small frown.\n\"Yeah Cassie?\" I asked tangles halfway out,\n\"Do you think this top looks too bad on me?\" She asked with a questioning glance.\n\"Nah you look fine.\" I said with a quick glance.\nI soon had to go to work so I quickly pulled the tangles out of my red curls, and rushed downstairs.\n\"Bye Ally!\" I called as I left.\n\"Bye Mia.\" She whispered as I left. \n\nAfter work\n\nWhen I finally got home from job, I was hungry.\n\n\"Ally?!\" I called out into the darkness of my home. \n\nAlly soon turned on the light to see me standing there in my blood coloured shirt and black jeans.\n\n\"Hi Mia!\" She yelled.\n\"I made you food\" she cooed\n\"Ally your such an angel!\" I called following her to the tv room.\nShe suddenly looked shocked and pale. \n\"H-How did you know?\" She asked with a grave look.\n\"Ally, you have a halo and literal wings, and I'm litterally a demon. With horns.\" I stated with a blank face.\n\"How do you forget that?\" I asked.\n\"I really dont know.\" She laughed." ]	[ 1, 3, 6 ]	[ "1551990073", "1552012069", "1552004167" ]
[deleted]	[WP] As an insurance claims adjuster for villain organizations your job is quite hard. You often question what is worse; dealing with the evil geniuses that didn't purchase the right protection plan, or getting heroes to justify avoidable collateral damage they caused.	5	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"Look, the car is totaled, and you didn't have calamity insurance, now, did you, Mr...\" I glanced at my damage report. \"Mr. AcidWipe?\" I sighed to myself. They're really running out of decent villain names.\n\nHe grinned. \"Yeah, mate, but I had coverage, now you gotta admit that?\" He showed me the card from a tattered leather wallet on a chain. Classy. The old plastic card was covered in what appeared to be dried blood and other substances I didn't care to guess. He wiped it off quickly. \n\n\"Basic Damage insurance, Mr. Wipe,\" I said. \"This car is completely totaled. How on Earth did you even do this?\" The car wasn't totaled, exactly, it was half gone. The front end was caved in, the back was torn almost in half, and there wasn't one piece of glass intact. I'd be shocked if any of it could even be salvaged.\n\n\"It's right there in the report, right? Didja read it?\" He grinned again, showing at least 4 missing teeth just on the top row. \n\n\"Yes, I managed to muddle through it, you say this Blond character hit you with a rocket propelled grenade? Who does that? How did you live through that?\"\n\n\"Bond, Mr. Insurance Man. James Bond. Guy is a damned thorn in my side, always has been. Some government spy type, always drunk, but somehow I can never quite get away from the bastard.\"\n\n'I don't really care, Mr. Wipe, I'm just here to make the report and determine payment, if any. Which in this case, is not.\" I put on the appropriate face of empathy as if I cared about this idiot's predicament. \n\nHe pulled a very large handgun from his waistband, pretending not to be threatening me even as he did. \"Look, just note that I had the right insurance, and get me paid, it's no skin off your back, am I right?\" I guess this guy believed in the stick over the carrot. Usually they try to bribe me, but I don't think this one had a penny to his name, since he was carrying what amounts to bumper-replacement insurance levels.\n\nI looked at my watch impatiently, as if I had a meeting, but the targeting system in my contact lens had already marked his placement and the laser in the watch had been primed for the last 30 seconds. It fired, burning a small but significant hole through AcidWipe's eyeball and the shit-for-brain behind it. \n\nHis body fell to the ground as I marked the box by 'insurance terminated', signed my name and the date, and took a picture of what was left of the car. It's been a long time since I've had to get my hands dirty, but that didn't mean I didn't know how. Insurance wasn't my entire life's work, after all.\n\nThe earpiece vibrated slightly, and I accepted the call. \"Yes?\" My co-worker, Anya, had finished up her case at about the same time. \n\n\"Hey, Q, do you want to grab some lunch?\" I nodded, the earpiece translating my nod as a yes, and headed out for some sushi. " ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1552003602", "1552016027" ]
	[WP] Due to the increasing threat of ecological disasters humanity agrees to sleep in massive underground cities using the stasis chambers invented for interstellar travel until the planet can regenerate. Thousands of years later the first humans wake up to a very different world.	39	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "First there was nothing. \nAll that could be heard was the sound of the wind against the trees the calls of the birds and the rushing of the water. \nThe people of these lands were small short people barely measuring up to a mans knee. They lived in large forest dwellings and mostly were nomads living off the land having no knowledge of what laid beneath there feet sleeping for centuries. \n\n\nIts started with a great crash that could be heard for miles. \nThe noise was unnatural it shrieked and whined against the land and was followed by a ungodly crunch that shifted the land beneath there feet. \n\n\nThe people of these lands gathered together to witness this moment. \nThey beilved the ground spirits were coming alive and so they sacrificed animals and other beasts on the edge of a massive crater that had been broken into the forest. \nPart one." ]	[ 1, 5 ]	[ "1552021638", "1552032933" ]
[removed]	[WP] I am the part of him that makes the smallest decisions as complicated as possible.	0	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/RhysJP18, this submission has been removed.\n\n\n- Existing Content: Prompts are not meant to share stories already written, but to inspire users to write stories. Check our [related link wiki](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/links) for more relevant subreddits. We want to inspire new writing here. Try a prompt that takes authors on a new journey. Not a journey that has already been made \n\n \n\n \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/ayq6ob/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1552051181", "1552051609" ]
[removed]	[WP] It started with a study saying that 4-day workweeks were more productive. A few years later, 3-day work weeks were the fad. A decade later, science showed that people were most productive when not working at all. This is that future.	1	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/KnifeySpooky, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Prompt users in the title, but don't play writing games or commission stories](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_6.3A_prompt_users_in_the_title.2C_but_don.27t_play_writing_games_or_commission_stories)\n\n- Prompts go in the title, do not extend into text. You can add commentary in the text, but don't add additional prompt restrictions. Also, avoid [too many details](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/prompts?src=RECIPE). \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/aywp4b/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1552086485", "1552086877" ]
	[WP] WWI/II. You’re a pilot who’s just shot down an infamous enemy ace, but you are forced to crash land too. You awake to find the enemy ace saving your life, who then swears an oath to escort you back to your lines safely because you are too injured to travel alone.	11	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "The smell of smoke and burning metal fill my lungs, and I'm forced to cough, making noises that could cost me my life. \n\nI had seen the distinctly white embellished P-39 tumble down the sky with my own eyes, even following it as it crashed into this forsaken island, there was no doubt about that. But I had not seen the pilot die. \n\nAnd that fact alone kept my heart racing as though I was back 15,000 feet up in the air on my Hurricane and not limping crudely through a humid jungle at the centre of one of the many uninhabited islands off the coast of Piraeus Harbour.\n\nGlimpsing back with a grimace at the wreckage left behind me, I bid a silent final farewell to my Hurricane -- one that had gotten me through so many miraculous odds, it had become my unyielding superstition to stick with it, even when the army had upgraded to a newer model of fighter jets. \n\nAnd now considering the feat I had just accomplished, I guess my superstition had paid off in the end. \n\nI had seen the unmistakable topside of the white fighter jet as I was descending from the clouds in the intense assault on our base that had lasted for three whole days.\n\nAt first, I had thought it was just a speck of cloud, until I saw how smoothly and fast it was gliding through the air. I guess that was why they painted it in white. \n\nIt was simply being at the right place at the right time. Complete luck. \n\nHad the pilot in the white P-39 noticed me even half a second earlier, I would had been another name in a list that expanded over hundreds of Allied fighter pilots.\n\nI had shot down the White Devil of Stalingrad, the flying ace and pride of the Axis, that had been terrorising Allied skies for almost half a decade now. \n\nEven with the stars aligned to my favour, the P-39 somehow managed to make a highly complicated Kulbit manoeuvre in a final ditch counterattack attempt.\n\nIt had succeeded in destroying the engine compartment of my Hurricane, but the damage on my craft was far lower than his. \n\nWith the White Devil of Stalingrad shot down, the dogfight happening overhead should be an easy victory. And I could only imagine the immense praise and commendations I would receive upon my return.\n\nBut that was only if I survived. I had to get as far away from the wreckage as my broken leg would allow me to travel. A towering wall of smoke was already growing from the burning fighter jet.\n\nIf by some ungodly miracle, the pilot on the white P-39 had survived the crash then they were going to head over here for sure. I was injured and in no condition to fight. The only option was to wait for support to arrive after the dogfight was over and victory was in our hands.\n\nNo matter how good the White Devil of Stalingrad was in the skies, he was simply a man on the ground.\n\nTrying to control my unsteady breathing as I hobbled further into the depths of the jungle, clutching tightly onto the revolver in my hands, I picked up a noise to my side that instantly froze me on the spot.\n\nGlancing to my side and meeting eyes with a blond-haired girl in flight gear that could be no taller than up to my chest, I was confused for a second until she ripped a knife out from her side and charged for me at a frightening pace fit for a wild animal.\n\n\"Fu-fuck...!\"\n\nI pointed the gun at her and shot, but she spun around at the last second, surprising me with her movement and the shot failed to find its target. She whirled back to me instantly with a roundhouse kick that knocked the gun straight out of my hands and making me stumble backwards.\n\nThen, she crashed into me and I fell with the weight of her body crushing down on my ribs and the feeling of cold metal on my neck. \n\n", "\"Bullseye. Tojo's going down.\" Miller pumped a fist in the air and relayed the good news to HQ.\n\n\"Wait... aw, hell, the engine's been hit, and we're leaking fuel. I gotta take 'er down.\" \n\n\"Roger that,\" his co-pilot said. If he was worried, he did not show it in his voice.\n\n\"C-controls are stuck. We've been hit harder than I thought. Brace! BRACE!\" \n\nThe fighter began descending at a rapid pace, and it was all Miller could do to keep it from nosediving into the ground.\n\nHe blacked out.\n\nHe awoke to a severe pain in his legs, and a throbbing in his head. His ass burned. He was being dragged along the floor by the shoulders. Someones arms were hooked from underneath his armpits. In front of him he could see the charred remains of the fighter, mangled and in flames, black smoke pouring into the sky.\n\n\"Th-thanks Jim,\" Miller said. He strained his neck to see who was dragging him, and he realized that it was not his co-pilot that was rescuing him, but a Japanese soldier. Hell, not just any Tojo, it was the very same one he'd shot down!\n\nHis face contorted in a mixture of anger and fear, and he began struggling.\n\nThe man dragging him held him firmly and made shushing noises. \"Shh. shhh.\" \n\n\"安全です。\" The man said, and Miller understood not the words, but did understand the tone behind the words. He relaxed, and allowed the man to drag him- in part due to being tired out and gravely injured. The man offered him some water from his canteen, and Miller gratefully drank.\n\n\"お名前は何ですか？\" \n\nMiller simply shook his head.\n\nThe man dragging him then pointed at himself and said, \"Hasegawa.\"\n\nMiller understood. He pointed at himself, \"Miller.\"\n\nThe man smiled. \"はじめまして.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Likewise,\" Miller grunted, then closed his eyes.\n\n...\n\nHe blacked out once more, and only awoke to the sound of gunfire.\n\n\"Miller! You alright?\" Several footsteps approached.\n\n\"Wh-where, what?\" Miller slurred, blinking slowly.\n\n\"You're alright now. Some Tojo bastard was dragging you along, probably to torture and interrogate your sorry ass. We wasted him. Dumb fuck was dragging you towards our lines, must've gotten lost!\" He and the other guys laughed. An unpleasant sound- to Miller.\n\n\"...Did ya now.\" Miller glanced at his side, and sure enough, there lay Hasegawa with several holes in his chest, and one right in his forehead, execution style for good measure.\n\nMiller stared at his crippled legs. Tears threatened to form at the edge of his eyes.\n\nA trembling hand reached into his coat pocket, and he drew out a cigarette.\n\n\"sniff Gimme a light, will ya?\"\n\n...\n\nAn old man in a wheelchair rolled up to a rather neglected tombstone. Some others nearby looked at him with curious eyes. He did not belong. \n\nHe reached out and did what he could from his wheelchair to clear out the weeds and dust the stone. He left some flowers, and a note with just two words:\n\n> \"Thank you.\"" ]	[ 1, 2, 2 ]	[ "1552129138", "1552137938", "1552159093" ]
	[WP] You have followed a series of clues to find a legendary artifact. However, it’s the wrong artifact.	19	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "This was it. The final chapter of this epic saga. The culmination of three years' worth of hard work. \n\nBeth had done it all. Found all the clues, solved all the riddles, entered (and escaped from) all the dungeons and labyrinths. She had grouped up with friends, strangers at other times and just that once even with enemies. All with just the single goal in her sight. The 'Sword of Ancient Dreams'.\n\nShe took the last few steps down the small rocky bridge. A steep cliff lining the bridge on both sides, no ground in sight. One misstep and all would be for naught.\n\nThere had been legends around 'Sword of Ancient Dreams' for as long as she could remember. Most people thought it was a myth, the stories just there to entertain the children sitting around the campfire at night. But she had always known it to be real.\n\nInterpreting one of those childhood stories literally had been her starting point, it all evolving from there.\n\nBeth trembled with anticipation, just a few more steps and it would be hers. She had cleared the bridge and was standing in front of a slightly glowing chest. Her hands shivering she started to open it. As soon as she lifted the lid she was blinded by a bright light emanating from the inside of the chest. Only fitting for a legendary artifact she thought.\n\nCarefully she put her hands inside the chest, grasped and pulled out a plain looking purple teddy bear.\n\n\"What the fuck!\" Amy looked dumbfounded at her monitor, removing her headset. Was this some kind of joke? She looked at the inventory of her character Beth and there it was. [A plain looking purple teddy bear]. Adding insult to injury its item quality was marked as trash, not legendary.\n\nAmy took a few deep breaths and send out a quick ticket to the gamemasters, basically reading \"what the fuck!\" but actually containing a few more elaborate words detailing her situation, no mention of fucks. You didn't want to piss of the GMs. She got an unusually quick response. \n\n“Hey there Amy, this is a bit awkward. We’ve been monitoring your progress for quite some time and to our embarrassment, there has been a mix up in our database. Someone linked the loot table from one of our kids' games to the chest, not the one for the Sword. We’ll have it fixed right away!” it read, relaxing Amy a little, “Really sorry for the mix-up. Congrats by the way! GM Jeremy” " ]	[ 1, 6 ]	[ "1552131750", "1552140045" ]
[deleted]	[WP] "Son..." you call him and his eyes light up, sitting beside your hospital bed. "I think this is the last time I'll be my clear self." He nods, tears in his eyes, carefully listening.	5	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "It was 3am when the phone woke me. I rolled out of bed but any anger disappeared when I saw who was calling.\n\n\"Hello Mum, you're up late!\", I said, stifling a yawn and beginning to quietly make my way to the far corner of the house.\n\n\"Oh, I suppose so\", she said, sounding confused for a second. \"But son, can we still talk? I worry this might be the last time I'll have a clear memory. Everything comes and goes.\"\n\nHer voice wavered and my heart broke a little. I could tell she'd been building up to this.\n\n\"I'm listening mum, we can talk now if you like but we'll be through to see you in the morning\"\n\nThat was all it took, I could tell she was smiling down the phone.\n\n\"Son, I want you to know I'm proud of you. I know I can't always remember it all but you've made something of your life. You're a good person and that's what matters most but all those friends, the new job and now you and Lena! \nYou gave her my ring, didn't you?\"\n\n\"Of course I did mum, she adores it\", I said, tearing up a little myself now.\n\n\"I want you to have the house son, they say they need to keep me here and you'll be starting a family of your own soon. You'll get to feel the way I feel about you one day, only another parent can understand. Your father would've been so proud too\"\n\n\"I know Mum, I miss him too. I think I understand a little. I hope you know I'm grateful for all the things you did for me growing up and that I love you. I'm going to tell you so again in the morning.\"\n\nWe kept on talking. She was audibly calmer, and I knew she'd told me what she felt she had to. We agreed we'd better get some sleep and said goodbye for now.\n\nI wiped away a few tears once I'd put the phone down. My memory was still clear. It was three years since that day in the hospital but mum was still mum. She'd said all the same things. \n\nBefore I went back to bed, I checked on the crib. We'll all be through to see her in the morning.\n\n-~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~-\n\nI hope that was the kind of story you were hoping for OP. Very sorry to hear what you're going through, dementia's an awful thing." ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1552133012", "1552148870" ]
	[WP] You have been blessed with extraordinary good luck for the rest of your life - with a catch; every 5 years, all the bad luck you would have had is culminated into one day	8	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Lucky Day \n\nPeople have always envied me. I was chosen at birth—one of only a few—and I was so, so lucky. It's almost like a superpower, except on that one day out of every 1,826. Each of us lucky few had this day, every five years, like clockwork, from the time we were blessed with the gift. \n\nNothing could stop it, no matter where you went or what you did. Luck follows you everywhere. I saw on the news that one girl's accumulated bad luck was such that on her luck day she died before she even woke up. Something about an “unlucky chain of events”. The news always thought they were so funny, and yes, they followed us all around on our luck days. So far I've survived all of mine. Nine total, which is impressive. Lucky, even. \n\nYears ago I started a message board for those of us blessed, which I thought would make it better. Some camaraderie, you know? Other people who get it, who can help when you're questioning whether you succeeded because of skill or because of luck. Who could talk you down when your whole body was shaking the day before the day and you were tempted to just end it on your own terms. Even people who kept meticulous track of all suspected luck events in an attempt to predict how bad the next luck day would be. It didn't make it better. The day after a luck day, we checked in to let everyone know we made it through. But of course, some people didn't check in. One by one, they fell away. \n\nI don't think I'll survive this one. Three close calls this past year, each one more absurd than the one before. First was a near-miss head-on collision the day after my birthday. As luck would have it, a sudden rain started, wetting the road so the other car hydroplaned out of my path before hitting me.\nThe second close call was stranger. Again, I was driving, and an unseasonal goose slammed into my windshield, forcing me to pull over. Seconds later, lightning out of the blue felled a large tree which slammed down onto the road, smashing two cars unlucky enough to be right there, right then. One person died, and it wasn't me. \n\nThe third close call happened a couple weeks ago. I'd just made a cup of tea and was trying to decide between video games and a movie when something changed under my feet. This was followed by a rumbling that spilled hot tea on my hand and made me lose my grip on the mug. Luckily, I was near the couch, because the floor moved, bucked and rocked, cracked, and I was thrown onto the couch. I covered my face, and then I was falling. It was a pretty long fall, and without the couch I would have died. Ten people did die when the gargantuan sinkhole swallowed two and a half quadruplexes. After I was rescued, the paramedics told me how lucky I was to only have minor injuries. \n\nSo now I'm sitting here, laboriously typing with a broken finger the day before my luck day. The last day I will be forty-nine, and likely the last I'll be alive. \n\nIt's probably the last day you'll be alive, too, if the scientists are right about that asteroid." ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1552135955", "1552163525" ]
	[WP] California convinces Texas to join them in secession from the union. California does so for political reason but Texas has other plans. Just as Tejafornia is being recognized by the world, Texas launches a coup of their own, attacking California.	1	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "A Brief History of the rise of the Second Republic of California to Empire, and the War Of Californian Succession\n\n1. Chapter 1: Statehood to Country\n 1. In 2016, the announcement of Donald Trump as President Of the United States caused a surge of discontent in a majority of those living within what was then California’s borders. Peace was maintained, but the media, ever focused on the negatives of any issue, and being incredible divisive, led Californians further and further away from wanting to reconcile.\n 2. One of such issues that was driving California away was the United States government denying California the right to impose stricter regulation on air quality, which galvanized environmentalist and state’s rights groups, which held significant power in the state, and still do in the Republic.\n 3. This lead to the secession movement that had already existed within the state to grow, which was furthered spurred on by the re-election of Donald Trump in 2020. By 2022, 73% of the state’s population was in support of secession, 3% said they held no opinion one way or the other, 20% said they would oppose secession until there were plans in place to take over the roles the federal government would previously held, and 4% said they would oppose secession no matter what. With the support of the people, the state legislature proposed an Amendment to the United States Constitution to allow for a process for state secession. In which a state could secede so long as it held approval from 2/3 of state legislatures or both houses of the United States Congress.\n 1. Initially, the only other supporter for the amendment was the State of Texas, as it was facing its own wave of cultural identity revolving around the enrichment by its oil fields. Texas had also agreed that should both states ask for independence, then the newly formed countries from California and Texas would be economic and military allies, with the possibility of forming a single country.\n 2. The end of Donald Trump’s administration in 2024 saw a rise in states’ rights activism, and caused other states to see California and Texas as a threat to their own ability to direct policy. This lead to massive support for the joint California-Texas secession amendment.\n 3. With the amendment ratified in 2030, California, Texas, Nevada, Florida, New York, and Arizona applied for secession. Secession was granted to California, Texas, Nevada, and Arizona, but denied to New York and Florida to maintain large swaths of the eastern seaboard to offset the loss of Californian ports.\n 4. The secession of the State of California lead to the formation of the Second Republic of California, with a Constitution heavily based upon its state constitution. The long battle for secession had allowed the California legislature to pass laws creating replacement institutions for the responsibilities held by the US government, in cases where there were none existing. This allowed the transition from statehood to country to be smooth and stable politically. The treaty granting independence also granted California the US military bases and equipment there, in exchange for trillions of US dollars to pay off the US’s debt abroad. California also retained its National Guard and Coast Guard assets, and while was allowed to keep volunteers from those forces, could not keep the soldiers, sailors, or pilots of the US Navy, Army, Air Force, or Marine Core. \n 1. Bolstered by a wave of pride and nationalism, the California military swelled with recruits ready to serve their country and rise from their social and economic situations. The Second Republic of California had a large population and a military to match.\n\n" ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1552149882", "1552158880" ]
[removed]	[WP] You're a time traveller, and till today you've done a great job hiding that to the world. Untill that one drunken night where you send a mail to pornhub complaining you've seen all the footage they ever uploaded.	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/IamTheGrimm, this submission has been removed.\n\n[No explicitly sexual responses, hate speech, or other harmful content](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_2.3A_no_explicitly_sexual_responses.2C_hate_speech.2C_or_other_harmful_content)\n\n- Sexually explicit themes are not allowed. \n\n Prompts will be removed if there's a high possibility for rule breaking responses ([rule 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_7.3A_prompts_will_be_removed_if_there.27s_a_high_possibility_for_rule_breaking_responses))\n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/az5r8s/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1552152252", "1552152295" ]
	[WP] As the bullets slide harmlessly from your impervious skin, your cover is now undeniably blown.	15	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "You have a choice to make and it's not an easy one. In the heat of the moment, it never is. But we'll get back to that later.\n\nYou are here to help. That's what you were born to do, as far as anybody has any real reason to be on this earth. You never believed in such things but people rarely do until they need it and I guess, you've simply reached that point. \n\nYou're in a room with an ex-lover. She's sick. She has a kid. Money's tight. She wants some sushi, not much, just a taste of a better life, something that isn't prepackaged. Something that doesn't have to be microwaved. Her choice isn't a particularly good one, then again, people without experience rarely make good choices in a field with little experience.\n\nI don't openly judge. Just silently. It's not a critical one. It's not a lasting one. But it is still judgment. I try to be a better man. It's hard.\n\nI get in my car and make my way to where I need a be. I make a wrong turn, as we do so many times in our lives. One step forward, two steps back. It's amazing we get anywhere in life. Maybe, that's why so many of us feel stuck. On, not you? What's your secret?\n\nThere is no way to make a U-Turn. There is no going back. Not for a long time. A long, long time. I guess you've just got to wait and see where this accidental maneuver leads.\n\nYou're beginning to pick up speed. You're not quite sure if it's because your gaining confidence in the route life has chosen for you, or if you're just trying to get it all over with, either way, the odometer is currently at 75 MPH and steadily rising. There's a bend in the highway up ahead. You notice a chain link of red lights turn on, reminiscent of Christmas lights being turned on as a child. This gets your heart pumping in the same manner. Years of going to and from has trained you to move your right foot a few inches to the left and pressing down hard. This action negates all the progress you made earlier but that's what it's supposed to do, that's what you need it to do, and luckily for you, it does it just in time. The person in front of you wasn't so lucky though. Not because he didn't have enough training. Not because life didn't give him roads he couldn't turn back from, and not because the odometer in his truck wasn't reading 75 MPH and was steadily rising at the same time yours was. The only difference between stopping in time and running into a semi, in this case, was a few letters , a vibration, and the uncontrollable urge to look down and reply.\n\nThe accident was as exciting as we all hope when we slow down on the highway to see any accident. Only this one was live and you had a front row seat. The truck has collided with the semi in such a fashion that its frame transformed into a can and the semi transformed into a frat boy's head with a neat trick to impress the freshman girls, while simultaneously being jettisoned from the lane like a piece of trash we've seen so many times before, flying off into the unknown for the briefest of moments before landing on the highway, it's future unknown. The truck landed with all the sounds you would expect a few thousand pounds of metal skidding across asphalt. Sparks flew and you had already decided that whoever was inside, simply wasn't anymore.\n\nWhile all of this is going on, all your weight is on your right foot and at this very moment, you're best friends with GOD and you're asking him a simple favor, don't let you die like this. Not like this GOD.\n\nYou shut your eyes like a child during a scary movie, knowing what's about to come but not wanting to see it, the metal on asphalt soundtrack from earlier equal to the eerie music that builds up the suspense for the inevitable fright Hollywood is about to lay on you.\n\nIs it over? Am I dead?\n\nYou open your eyes. This act alone should be proof that you aren't. That you are very much alive. A sense of satisfaction washes over you in all its primordial glory. \n\nYou get out of your car with the intentions of helping. Not sure how much help a/the corpse/s need, but you'll be there all the same -- putting All State to shame.\n\nShock fills you as the drivers seat is kicked open. Wonder fills you when you recognize the face that that leg belongs to.\n\n'Leonardo Fucking DiCaprio.' you whisper to yourself.\n\nEverything you were about to say and all the ways you were going to help go out the window and you think to yourself, 'Would it be inappropriate to ask for an autograph?' You shake the absurd request out of your mind. The second your neck is down swiveling the thought, 'Maybe a selfie?' pops into your head.\n\nThis is when you notice it. Leo, after you witnessed what should have been a life-ending event, two individuals are on a first name basis, doesn't have a single scratch on him. You'd be amazed but your still too full off the shock and wonder. 'What else would you expect from the man who got raped by a bears mouth, died, came back to life, and and the end of it all, walked away with a bald, gold statue ?' The answer to that rhetorical question? Nothing less.\n\nYou manage to open your mouth and utter, 'Hey Leo, you oh.kay?' Leo flashes you that award winning smile and you know, you just know, everything is going to be alright. Without saying a word, Leo walks towards another truck that pulled up close to the wreck. A brick house of a man wearing Raybans and a suit gets out of the drivers seat, holds the door open for him, closes it when it gets in, and then jumps in the passenger seat himself. And just like that, Leo's gone. At least he would have been if the Christmas lights weren't still lighting the path. You have so many questions but like so many in life, they will remain unanswered.\n\nYou get to the end of the highway. What awaits you there a mountain of a castle. This is not hyperbole. There is a literal castle carved into the side of the mountain forming the oddest, most magnificent cul-de-sac you've ever seen or ever will see. All the owners of each individual red light begin to stream out of their protective/death metal bubbles , making sure to hear the chirp to indicate their belongings are safe-ish. \n\n'I hear this hospital has the best sushi.' you over hear a random say to another. 'I know, I've been dying to try it.' the other replies. I wonder if they knew Leo almost did die to try it. Then again, maybe Leo isn't here for the sushi. Apparently this is a hospital, maybe Leo is visiting somebody. Maybe he's being injected with another \"GREAT FUCKING ACTOR SERUM.\" Who knows.\n\nYou're tempted to buy some of this mind-blowing sushi verified by two randoms. You're tempted to go into the hospital and look around. But what you're most tempted of all is to just stalk Leo.\n\nYou decide against all these things and head back to the small shop to get some mediocre sushi. It's what she wants after-all. Why give her a taste of a life she'll never have -- leaving her only a taste she will never be able to replicate and, by comparison, make everything else taste like crap. I know people say things like 'It's never too late.' or 'Anything is possible.' And even though these sayings are true in the most literal sense, how many Stage IV cancer patients survive? How many of us win the lottery? Save your pumped up fantasies for somebody else because they are wasted on me.\n\nSo I go.\n\nI get to the local sushi shop, the mini banners hanging outside an attempt at authenticity. You walk in and order two pieces of sushi.\n\nYou head back to her place and present the sushi. You don't tell her about the crazy day you just had. You save that for your current girlfriend. Mean while, your ex is ecstatic about the two pieces of rice and fish you laid before her. She gobbles them up and some life returns to her face. She smiles at you and despite her previous sickly demeanor and the closet full of slights and poor choices on both your parts, a flame inside you, just a moment ago thought to be snuffed out for good, reignites. She heads towards to her room, turns around and whispers, 'Give me 5 minutes and come in.'\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLike I mentioned earlier, you've got a choice to make. And it aint going to be easy.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;" ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1552171189", "1552177900" ]
	[WP] You are the child of the two legendary heroes, and while you are not a normal child, you are still far more normal than your overly sensitive father and your battle junkie mother.	18	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "“Heroine Jane, Hero Henry, thank you for coming,” Principal Whitcross said with a cordial nod. “I would like to speak to you about your daughter, Erin. We at Glen Coast High have some concerns about her recent behavior.” \n\nI groaned inwardly. Here it comes. From my seated position at the far side of the room, I noticed my mother’s green eyes sharpen with interest and my father’s lips turn downward in a small frown. \n\nOn a quick inhale, my mother, Jane, leaned forward in her seat, as if getting physically closer to the Principal would bring her better news. “Finally!” she said with a shark’s grin, her perfect teeth glinting with beauty and danger. Everything about my mother was both beautiful and dangerous. \n\nIt was Principal Whitcross’ turn to frown, the expression creating a pinched line between his prominent brows. “Excuse me?” he inquired politely. Clearly, he had never really interacted with Heroes before. More specifically, he must not have much experience interacting with my mother. \n\nMy father, Henry, always the mediator, intervened. “What my wife means is, please continue,” he said with natural aplomb. “We are very interested to hear your concerns regarding our daughter.” \n\nI sat in still silence, well-used to the feelings of others speaking about me as though I was not actually present. \n\nPrincipal Whitcross cleared his throat while raising one hand to his neck, definitely a nervous habit. My mother honed in on the gesture with a predator’s skills, and he quickly dropped his hand. “Yes, well,” he said, clearly growing a bit flustered, “it has been brought to my attention that Erin has used some of her… gifts at the school.” My mother actually gasped. “As you know, this is an unacceptable breach of the agreement we made when she was first enrolled.” \n\nMy mother turned quickly towards me, dismissing the Principal entirely. “Is this true, sweetie? You used your powers? Tell me everything!” A magnificent smile lit up her lovely, delicate face, and her eyes were shining with an unfamiliar emotion. Is that… is that pride on mom’s face? For me?? \n\nEncouraged by my mother’s unusual response, I automatically opened my mouth to answer, but Principal Whitcross cut me off before I could speak. “Heroine Jane, your daughter, well, she… she pushed another student, ma’am. With her mind. Didn’t lay a hand on the student, but the poor boy crashed into the wall.” \n\nMy mother gasped again, even louder this time. Principal Whitcross misunderstood the noise for one of horror or dismay. He hastily continued, “Not to worry, ma’am, the boy is perfectly alright. Not a scratch on him.” My mother’s face was still turned towards me, so he couldn’t see the unholy amount of glee that was portrayed there. I swallowed nervously. That particular expression was one I recognized from the times my mother had battled villains. The prospect of violence excited her, enhancing her beauty with a wild brutality. \n\nMy father couldn’t see her face either, but he knew my mother well. “Principal Whitcross,” my father said formally, “we deeply and humbly apologize for this egregious breach of the school’s trust and our family contract.” His tone radiated disapproval. “You can be certain that Erin will be properly disciplined for her behavior.” He never once looked at me, and this contrast of my mother’s incandescent pride and my father’s cold censure was nearly more than I could bear. \n\nPrincipal Whitcross had clearly not expected such easy acquiescence. “Er, well, yes,” he stumbled, “we had hoped that you would be as upset as we are and give this matter the seriousness it deserves.” He glanced questioningly towards my mother, but she remained facing away from him in silence. Addressing my father, he continued, “The school will have to take formal action, of course – “\n\n“That will be completely unnecessary,” my father interrupted smoothly. “This school does not possess the proper resources to discipline her in ways that are equivalent to the harm she has caused.” His dark eyes gleamed with the steely strength and determination of a Hero despite his cordial tone. “Trust me, Principal Whitcross, nothing the school could do to her would be worse than what will happen to her at home.” I swallowed thickly, goosebumps pricking my flesh as my nerves got the best of me. Dear God.. Just what kind of punishment are they going to give me? \n\nThe Principal looked uncertain and struggled to maintain his confident authority. “Well, yes, reinforcing school punishments at home is recommended, but – “ \n\nMy father stood up abruptly. “We couldn’t agree more. In fact, what better time for punishment than the present?” Principal Whitcross gaped, his mouth opening and closing for a long second. He and I stood awkwardly, but my mother stood smoothly with her natural grace. “Principal Whitcross, you have our utmost gratitude for swiftly bringing this urgent matter to our attention.” My father reached for Principal Whitcross’ hand, and the Principal accepted it in bewildered silence. \n\nMy father strode to the door without a backward glance, and my mother and I quietly followed him. As we exited, the door shut with a quiet click. \n\nA few steps later, and my mother could no longer contain her excitement. “We are so proud of you, honey!” Her bright green eyes gazed at me and I felt, for the first time in my life, that she really saw me. She put a congenial arm around my shoulders and squeezed, a rare display of affection. “Darling, tell us everything.” " ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1552195596", "1552226274" ]
	[WP] You have the power to time travel but no control over it. Every time you fall asleep you travel to a new time and when you wake up you have no idea where or when you are.	12	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "One morning he woke up in a medieval village on May 22nd 965bc. He found himself laying down in the middle of a crowded street still a bit hazy from his sleep.\n\n He stoop up and walked around for a while til he saw a beautiful woman being choked to death by a man. He punched him in the back which made him let go of her. He held the girl’s hand as she was still short of breath and they ran a few blocks away from the agressor.\n\n They stopped after a while and she said she’d like to thank him for saving her life. She claimed she was a witch and wanted to grant him the ability to time-travel to different eras. She said that she could make him wake up in different random years. The idea sounded exciting to him so he accepted her offer. She took a small bottle out of her pocket and told him to drink from it. She claimed that her potion was effective all the time unless he had taken it before, in which case the spell would be reversed. He drank it without a second tought.\n\n The next morning he woke up on May 23rd 965.\n\n" ]	[ 1, 4 ]	[ "1552213277", "1552218786" ]
	[WP] You are making a superhero film, and put out a vague add in the classifieds. Real super hero’s show up, not realizing the add is for a movie. Instead of telling them, you put out another add for villains. This will be the best film ever.	22	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hayley said \"How about we create a superhero film, where the cast has some input into the film. This will give us some unique elements that we maybe able to use, if it turns out to be useful. Did you manage to find a prop that looks magical Jennifer ... Tom ... that we can use?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJennifer responded with \"We found this old fashion and decorative box that looks like it could hold something unique. It has the rustic look to it and very worn out and chips of paint missing\", Tom continued Jennifer's conversation \"I found these lovely patterned marbles with very distinct colours. Each of them have a unique colour makeup and we discussed that they could harness some sort of unique powers or something.\" Followed by Jennifer \"The best part of this is that it was a real bargain and we got both of the items for £6.50 ... mostly due to the poor condition, which works in our favour!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHayley continued \"That's great, we can see how they play out when we get a cast of people together and how the story develops. That leaves us with locations and the casting, so Jay, James and Melissa?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJay started with \"Um, right ... well it was interesting and I believe we may have found a solution ... to our costs problems! We can save lots of money on editing and special effects.\" Melissa chuckled and briefly commented with \"The talent is also very real ... like if it was natural!\" James was the quiet one of the group, always had been. \"Yes ... very natural indeed!\" responded Jay with a cheeky wink at Melissa.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHayley jumped into the conversation, \"can we get to the casting part ... rather then getting derailed by another of your cheeky banter between you too!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBoth Jay and Melissa responded with \"OK\", followed by Melissa moving onto the topic at hand \"So, we put out adverts looking for 'superhero talents' for a low budget film, stated that we are looking to build a film and useful for people that were after experience over pay. We got back a few responses that were very interesting. We got a few real superheroes!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHayley jumped in again \"Now come on Melissa, can we stop getting into character ... you are on hiring!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJay jumped in \"No! It's really true ... we found real superheroes applying!\" followed by Melissa \"Yes! This time it is not a joke!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHayley looked at James \"so, is it true or is thing another wind up from Melissa and Jay?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJames responded with \"No, it's all true. It was a very unexpected casting, the superheroes were looking to do a bit of film. As mostly they do work in the real world and would be nice to do something different for a change. Melissa and Jay, jokingly said that it would be funny if we cast super villains as well. In fact I think that was not a bad idea ... would be more emotional charged and closer to a real battle.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHayley responded with \"That indeed is not a bad idea, lets get another round of casting done and put 'scenes' together. Looks like things are about to get very interesting!\"\n\n&#x200B;" ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1552231197", "1552254570" ]
[removed]	[WP] It’s not a match made in Heaven, it’s in fact a match made in Hell. That being said, the bride and groom are determined to make it work out.	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/scott9000, this submission has been removed.\n\n[No recent reposts, even if changing small details](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_5.3A_no_recent_reposts.2C_even_if_changing_small_details)\n\nAlso, no [copy-cats](http://i.imgur.com/38FjDgW.gifv).\n\nSearch before submitting as popular ideas can cause floods. If your idea is based on something you read elsewhere on reddit, chances are it's been submitted here already. Please wait at least 2 weeks before reposting.\n\n \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/azh44d/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1552234028", "1552235165" ]
	[WP] a famous mathematician is found dead years after he disappeared. When investigating the scene, you find equations scrawled on the walls and every formula’s answer written and circled: tomorrow’s date. Clutched in the dead man’s hand is a note that says “I couldn’t change the variables.”	110	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "I'd been working out of the New York office for almost 20 years and somehow I'd never had to visit Staton Island. Maple Avenue was a fine reminder of why that was. It was a shit hole.The overgrown sidewalks were cracked and covered with trash. An anonymous call had come into a local precinct in the middle of the night. The burnt out warehouse had already been swept by the NYPD that morning and after a few hours the body of a John Doe had been identified, a man I'd been looking for eight years ago.\n\nDrisko, The detective on the scene, wasn't at all hesitant to hand this one over to the bureau. When I arrived he assured me that he'd be glad to help in any way he could, but he admitted this whole thing looked over his head. \n\nI ducked under the crime scene tape and entered the old brick building. These old warehouses were musty, filled with a combination of years and years of odors that made the room very unpleasant from the outset. The concrete floor was stained by various spills and the corners were covered in spiderwebs and the rusty rafters above were almost certainly home to more than one family of various vermin. \n\nThe space was large and other than dirt, it was mostly empty save for a cluster of rotting wooden furniture. There was a bed, several tables all covered in papers, but the most disturbing thing was the walls. Every inch of the room's walls were covered in writing. All sophisticated equations - many of them consisting of hundreds of numbers, variables, and operations. The writing would've taken years to produce. \n\n\"I suppose this explains where he's been all this time.\" I said, surveying the scrawlwork in every direction. The curiosity on Detective Drisko's face was painfully evident. He knew it wasn't his place to ask too many questions, but I wasn't surprised when he finally did.\n\n\"Agent Perez,\" He finally said. \"We don't get many FBI cases around here...\"\n\n\"Drisko, I can tell you what I know, but it will sound a little crazy.\" The flashes of the crime scene photographer were numerous - trying to capture all the writing was going to be quite a chore. \n\nI walked over to the space between the tables where the body had been found. The dead man's eyes were closed and his expression was peaceful. I traced the surrounding area with my eyes, the equations were numerous and way over my head, but I wasn't bad with numbers and I'd always been decent at seeing patterns. After a few moments I remembered Drisko, standing there. \"Why don't we start with what you know?\" \n\n\"Ok,\" Drisko shrugged \"Male, late sixties found dead of what seems to be poison. No signs of struggle and initial CSU findings indicate he was the only one here - likely for a while. They found a half empty bottle of scotch - field tests indicated the presence of toxins, but the lab is confirming it now. They're thinking he did this himself.\" Drisko paused as if expecting a response. I looked up at him and nodded, then continued surveying the scene. Drisko took a breath and went on. \"No ID, and prints didn't return anything on the database but dental records matched a missing person's report associated with a federal case, but then you already know that much. His name was Simon Karlsson.\"\n\n\"Anything else?\" I asked. \n\n\t\n\n&#x200B;" ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1552276745", "1552366713" ]
	[WP] You're a paranormal investigator. You're also a 749 year old immortal. You're not hunting for curiosity, you're hunting for love.	1,131	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "“Are we getting a reading?” I inquire.\n\n“Not yet. But there haven't been any sightings in this part of the hotel so it's not surprising.” \n\nMy partner, Doug, joins me in all my investigations. He's a middle aged bachelor who spends his days stocking shelves at the local grocery store and his nights searching for the unknown. Except it's not the unknown, at least to us. You see, we've been at this a long time; partners for 4 years with a total of 23 years of experience. For Doug, it's the thrill of the hunt; to get out of the mundane, monotonous game we call life. But for me, it's about love.\n\nTruth be told, I've been around for a long, long time. 749 years to be exact. I'm not sure how it happened or why but all I know is I can't die. I guess you could say I'm immortal. I wish I could give you a reason for why I'm able to avoid all earthly diseases and survive falls off skyscrapers, but I too, am at a loss of words. I've yet to fully understand the extent of my situation but that doesn't mean I'm still not in search of answers.\n\nLiving this long is not all it's cracked up to be. You make friends, they die. You have lovers, they die. Worst of all is knowing you will outlive your children. After the 5th funeral of my precious babies, I swore off having more children. \n\nSo I've sworn off the living. Off mortals. Why should i continually subject myself to pain and anguish? I'm no longer interested in a physical relationship. I only sought after an emotional one. One which will last a lifetime. And for people me (are there others?), that has a different meaning.\n\nThere's a way around this. It's to stay away. To not get attached to other earthly people. To find someone who, like me, is eternal. I am on a hunt. A hunt for love. And spirits are the answer.\n\nThat's why we're here, at the Kenmore Hotel, known as the most haunted location in the Midwest. But these spirits are not evil. There's children who you can hear laughing in the halls and playing on the piano in the main entrance. There's an old man in room 15 who hums Beethovenmost days at 3pm. But most importantly, there's plenty of female sightings. \n\nThis building was once owned the Frenchdare family, the richest family in the US 100 years ago. Mr. Frenchdare had 6 girls, 3 of whom lived in this home until the day they died.\n\n“Let's go to room 11, Doug. That was Mary's room.” I point Doug in the direction of her room and let him know to let me do all the talking.\n\n“Of course, John.” He gives me a wink.\n\nAfter entering to the room, our EMF reader started going wild. The temperature plummeted. We felt light breezes even though all the windows were closed. She was here, and she wanted to talk.\n\n“Mary?” I called out into the room. “My name is John and I would like to talk to you. You and I, we're not so different. Like you, I’m here forever. Except in this mortal realm. I'm tired of finding love, only to end up losing them because I seem to keep on living. And you, here alone with no suitor. It didn't have to be, Mary. We can be together forever. Comforting and consoling each other. All I ask is you get to know me as I get to know you. Let's give love a shot. What do you say?”\n\nA shadow appeared in the corner, dust started forming a tornado and a figure began to take shape. It was a woman. She wore a beige dress and a flat brimmed 76ers hat. Wait. It wasn't a dress, it was a shirt far too big for her which made it seem like a dress. Pimples littered her face and needles lay at her feet. Stringy, thin hair rest upon her bony, malnourished shoulders.\n\n“Holy... Who the hell are you?” I cried out in disgust.\n\nThen I remembered. This must be the drug addict who OD’d last year. Heroin. She definitely looked like a junky.\n\nShe began to speak. “You really mean it, big boy?” as she reached out for me, exposing her yellow, brittle teeth.\n\nI screamed and ran out the hotel as fast as I could. “Doug! The hunt continues my friend!”", "It was Friday at 7:30, as usual I sat in the same booth, in the same diner, as I had every morning for the past ten years that I’d been living under this name. Hank they called me now, they all thought I was just a crazy guy always looking for various paranormal phenomena. \nMy mind wandered to my past lives as I stared blankly ahead, unthinkingly eating the breakfast laid out before me. As my thoughts drifted to better times, my phone lit up. I glanced down at it, not thinking too much of it. But then I read the notification.\n\nOutlook: Help, ghost sighted\n\nI dropped my fork and scrambled to grab my phone off the table, filled with the same excitement and hope I got every time for the past 600 years, the long 600 years since I lost the love of my life. \n\nAs I unlocked my phone and opened the email I was filled with even more hope.\n\nHank,\nI found your information online, and I wanted to reach out to you to see if you could help me. Just this past week I was hiking through the woods outside of Erdel, when I saw a woman hanging from a tree branch. I attempted to call the police but I noticed that all of a sudden my phone was dead. Then I just heard a scream and I looked up and the woman and the rope were gone. \n\nI’m not sure if this is anything supernatural but I thought it was worth a shot.\n\nThanks,\nJohn Wyatt\n\nI quickly scanned the email for details, it all matched up. This was the closest I’d come to a breakthrough since the banshee in 1657, but that case ended with nothing but pain and the need for more silver bullets. I hurriedly typed up a response asking for more details and eagerly awaited a response. After twenty minutes of staring at the screen waiting, it finally came. \n\nThis next email gave me the location, the time, and a better description of the woman. Short, dark black hair, and a smaller build. The dress she was wearing was older, John was unable to identify the time period of it, but I knew.\n\nI pulled my wallet out and placed a twenty on the table underneath the cold, unfinished eggs and bacon. Then I snatched my Jacket from the booth and scrambled outside and hopped into my car. It was older, I’d picked it up in the 60s and grew attached to it. It was one of the only things I enjoyed any more, I spent most of my time either researching ghost sightings nearby or taking care of the car.\n\nAs I drove wildly through the streets towards the site where John had seen her, I rehearsed what I’d do. For years I’d researched how to bring a ghost back to life, and I finally figured it out. He opened up his glove compartment and pulled out an old dusty book, a brown paper bag, and a knife. \n\nI jerked the car to a stop as the rode came to a sign, Erdel State Park. I pulled a backpack out of the trunk and placed the items from the glove compartment inside. Then opened a false bottom in the trunk and pulled out an old shotgun and slung it over my shoulder.\n\n“It’s time Cecilia” I whispered as I made my way down the trail, into the forest.\n\n———\nFeedback is appreciated!", "Another dead end. Sure this town has been set free from a 100 year old curse, but it hasn't gotten me any closer to my goal. How long has it been now, 200 years?. It may seem obsessive to most, hell even desperate. Why would one be searching for something for two centuries?\n\n\nWell first, I'm immortal so I have time. Second, she's the best thing that has ever happened to me. Look I know how this sounds, I'm not going to tell you some soppy story about how my woman left me and I'm trying to get her back. No that's not it, we're still together… I think. No we definitely are; we're just playing a game, rather she is and I'm just trying to keep up. \n\n\nWhen you reach the 400 year mark of a relationship its difficult to keep things fresh and exciting. So we tend to play these outlandish and extravagant games, this time it appears that we are playing a modified version of hide and seek. She left me a note one morning saying\n\n\n“Morgan my love, when you read this I will be long gone. I slipped something in your wine last night after we made love, so I am at least 12 hours ahead of you. If you want to things pick up where we left off, you have to find me. I'll leave you some clues of course but nothing too easy. I will reward you greatly when we reunite again. \n\nDon't make me wait too long.\n\n\nLove, your dearest Isabel”\n\n\nAnd she's stayed true to her word, she hasn't made it easy at all. Hence it's taken me two centuries to find a place that she visited 50 years ago, she preserved some lingerie for me but that's not the point. \n\n\nSo I've been making a living as a paranormal investigator for the last 200 years in the hope that I am finally reunited with Isabel. It's no coincidence that every town that she's visited has some supernatural disturbance, hence I've not had a break since I started. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "With the resonator finally set, it was time.\n\nHe would finally be able to see her again. Talk to her the way that they used to. Comfortable in dear companionship.\n\nIt had taken some time to track down where exactly she had died, as she had gone across the country to visit a cousin. Her death had been a mystery for so long, as she had simply gone missing. \n\nBut now she would be here. He turned the dial up and called out, \"Claire! Can you hear me?\"\n\nThe silence that came first was deafening. It went on and on until he stopped to turn off the resonator with a sigh. \n\nAnd stopped when a familiar voice came through.\n\n\"Claire!? Who the hell is Claire?? Let me guess, some fling you had because you couldn't stay true like you promised you tramp!\" came a shrill shriek. \n\nThe form that materialized was not Claire, but someone he had known quite intimately. \"R-ruth?\" he gasped.\n\nWhat might have been a demure figure was instead a stomping ball of fury, ethereal wisps of hair splayed outward like a cat with a bushed tail. \"Who is Ruth, you no good two-timing cur! My name is Georgiana!\"\n\nThe man glanced nervously to one side, then offered a nervous laugh, \"Haha, Georgi. Of course I remember you. I was...just joking of course. Just a bad jest! I've really missed you all these-\"\n\n\"Don't give me that you lying creep! I passed on the opportunity to cross over because I worried over you so, and boy am I sorry I didn't take off when I had the chance. I can't believe you!\" she fumed.\n\nHe raised his hands in surrender, \"No, no, I swear you were the only...\"\n\nAnother figure materialized beside the first. Someone he thought looked a touch familiar, but he could not quite place it. \n\n\"Who is this?\" he asked, glad for the distraction.\n\nUpon asking, the meek looking girl looked shattered, head falling into her hands to weep.\n\n\"Aw, miss, please don't cry. I-\"\n\nGeorgiana cut him off. \"For the love of the good Lord, you run-around, randy little hare, THAT'S CLAIRE!\"\n\nHe fell silent immediately, glancing helplessly between the two of them. After a moment he took off his hat and threw it down in frustration. \"Now someone's having me on. That's not Claire. Claire was a tall, strong girl who had raven hair and deep blue eyes. Embroidered flowers into her aprons and read books all the time. We lived together by the sea on the coast!\"\n\nGeorgiana looked disgusted. Claire began sobbing harder.\n\nA third woman materialized that matched his description perfectly. \n\n\"Claire!\" he cried happily.\n\nThe woman leveled a cruel eye upon him, then set an arm around the sobbing woman to comfort her. \"I'm Ruth, you great milky tit. Claire is the one crying over your foolish self. Fuck's sake, Aaron, you couldn't even keep our names right? Bethany is the one who embroidered flowers in her aprons, by the way. Arse.\"\n\nHe stopped, eyes wide and unsure as he searched his memory. It did not help that another woman appeared in a floral embroidered apron. \n\n\"Wait!\" he cried. \"I followed Claire's name through history to track down the site of her death. This was it! Why are you all here?\"\n\nBethany took this one. \"Well you got that part right at least. Claire was the most devastated over losing her life and has been here for...goodness. A long time. The rest of us took to wandering and sort of found each other. We've been making a lot of good progress in our post-Aaron support group. Leah crossed over last week even having finally made peace after you. Georgi and Mari have had the worst of it since they found out you married both of them while they were both still alive at the same time, you cheating snake. We would all like it very much if you never contacted us again.\"\n\nGeorgiana chimed in, \"Oh, you can call me, Aaron boy. So I can call you a deceiving serpent and tell what I think of the farce you let me live!\"\n\nBethany set a hand on Georgi's shoulder. \"Georgi, your progress. Don't slide backwards for this slime. You deserve better.\"\n\nGeorgiana closed her eyes and counted to ten as she nodded, fading into the background.\n\nBethany looked back to Aaron. \"We should go. And you should go. Please respect our healing space and never reach out to us again.\"\n\nAaron was bewildered when they all disappeared. To the now dark room before him he whispered, \"But how do I stop feeling so alone?\"" ]	[ 1, 3, 9, 35, 178 ]	[ "1552277334", "1552328032", "1552303575", "1552302278", "1552282345" ]
[removed]	[WP] Time travel shenanigans	1	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/nubpwner920, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Prompt users in the title, but don't play writing games or commission stories](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_6.3A_prompt_users_in_the_title.2C_but_don.27t_play_writing_games_or_commission_stories)\n\n- Prompts go in the title, do not extend into text. You can add commentary in the text, but don't add additional prompt restrictions. Also, avoid [too many details](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/prompts?src=RECIPE). \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/azslbq/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1552305442", "1552305777" ]
[removed]	[WP] Contract	2	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Hi u/Longshirt666, this submission has been removed.\n\n[Prompt users in the title, but don't play writing games or commission stories](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_6.3A_prompt_users_in_the_title.2C_but_don.27t_play_writing_games_or_commission_stories)\n\n- Prompts go in the title, do not extend into text. You can add commentary in the text, but don't add additional prompt restrictions. Also, avoid [too many details](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/prompts?src=RECIPE). \n\n\n\n---\n\n[Modmail](https://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWritingPrompts&subject=Removed%20post&message=https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/azy14w/-/%0A%0A) us if you have any questions or concerns. In the future, please refer to the [sidebar](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/about/sidebar) before posting. \n\nThis action was not automated and this moderator is human. Time to go do human things." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1552334686", "1552334874" ]
	[WP] You're involved in a car accident that puts you in a coma, during that coma you're having lucid dreams and the only way to wake up is to dream something horrifying enough.	5	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "I'm out of ideas.\n\nAfter some unspecified amount of time, I finally realized I was dreaming. Realized that I'm in a coma, most likely in critical condition. Realized thay the dream wasn't going to end anytime soon, whatever consciousness I had worked on bringing the rest of my consciousness back up. Once that happened, everything was a surreal fantasy. I had enough control over myself to be able to consciously change the dream however I wanted it to be. All of those wild ideas I shut out because they'd never exist? They occured. However, there was always something wrong.\n\nMy enhanced consciousness meant I had a say in how everyone else in the dream acted, as opposed to the autopilot improvisation that is my subconscious. To put it simply, nobody felt right. It all felt hollow, and I was truly alone, given the power to create any scenario of my fantasies, but forced into solitude and loneliness inside my own mind.\n\nI knew I had to get out somehow, but I wasn't sure how, so I left it alone and tried to make do, but even then, after what feels like an eternity, acting out relationships with crushes I'll never see to fruitition, magical adventures through stunning environments, and countless other ideas...\n\nI've simply run out. I'm done.\n\nSo now my attention has turned to getting out. Recalling past experiences, a terrifying dream would wake me up with a jolt, so that was my plan. So I worked, and, to put it bluntly, fucked with my mental state as much as I lucidly could, but it didn't work. Monsters or wounds did nothing if I expected it, or if I couldn't feel it. So naturally I turned to the one thing that would set anxiety into me: mental fear.\n\nThen my mind hit something: what if, outside, my family pulled the plug? What if all of this simply... stops? How would I even perceive it? Would it all disintegrate, or would it vanish, like the flick of a light? Where would I go? Would I still be conscious, having achieved pure lucidity in this state? Would I be trapped in an endless void forever, or would my mind cease to worry, cease to function?\n\n...\n\n...\n\nI don't want to die.\n\n...\n\n...\n\n...and then, miraculously, I woke up, and all of those ideas faded away, like all dreams do. But me, I'm the person who can vividly remember the fear that forces me awake, and that opened up the floodgates to my memories of being in my subconscious. And that feeling, that sense of everlooming dread of what awaits me, has never left me." ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1552349895", "1552361945" ]
	[WP] Your shadow and your reflection get into an argument.	4	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "I walk into the bathroom and flick on the lights. The luminous glow of the bulbs above the large mirror casts a shadow behind me onto the wall of the bathroom. \n\n“Ah, well look who’s come back.” The reflection of me says, leaning into the mirror. “I thought you would have learned your lesson by now, but you just keep returning.”\n\nI look towards my reflection. “Are… are you talking to me?” I ask my reflection.\n\n“No sir. I am talking about that little shady coward behind you, your shadow! I can see you!”\n\nI look behind me, and my shadow grabs the side of the bathtub and lifts itself up. Its hands reaching forward and tearing a hole for a mouth. \n\n“You’re always talking badly towards me!” My shadow blurts out. “All you do is just reflect the essence of my being, without capturing any of its grace! You’re nothing but a sheet of glass. Once the lights in this bathroom go out, I will consume your reflection. Then what are you? Just a broken afterthought!” My shadow says while stomping its feet around.\n\nThe me in the mirror laughs, walking into the background of the reflected reality. “You’re nothing special shadow. Look, I have another one in here.” The reflected me grabs the shadow in the reflection and begins to beat it up. The shadow in the reflection cries for mercy as my reflection attacks it.\n\n“Stop it!” My shadow cries out. “If you don’t stop, I swear, I’m… I’m” My shadow grabs a razor blade off of the counter and holds it to my neck. “I’ll kill you!” \n\nMy reflection pauses in the beating, and stares at my shadow holding the razor blade against my neck. “Put it down you idiot! If you kill him, we all die!” \n\n“Impossible.” The shadow says. “This is a mere reflection right here, just like you! A phantom! It doesn’t matter what happens to him, but I, darkness, will go on forever.” \n\nMy reflection pauses for a moment, and begins to laugh. He leans into the counter of the mirror. “Don’t make me come in there.” My reflection says. My shadow grasps me tighter, holding the razor blade even closer to my neck. My reflection leans into the mirror, crawling forward into the physical world. My shadow lets out a cowardly scream and drops the razor blade. My reflection grabs my shadow by the head and throws him into the bathtub while turning on the faucet. \n\n“Please don’t drown me!” My shadow cries out loud while the tub fills with water. My reflection then grabs the hairdryer from the counter, and turns it on.\n\n“No need to drown you, friend.” My reflection tosses the hairdryer into the bathtub, electrocuting both of them. They both vaporize into a bunch of particles, and scatter into the air. I look back into the mirror, and notice my reflection is no longer there. " ]	[ 1, 3 ]	[ "1552352633", "1552357221" ]
Source https://www.reddit.com/r/funny/comments/b01fbx/the_eternal_bottle_of_syrup/?utm_source=reddit-android	[WP] The year is 151441. Humanity is on its last string of life. Food is scarce. The last bottle of maple syrup has just expired. The Canadians have fallen.	38	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "Life is not a string unless thats a theory. We could assist this hunger ish. But might have to happen when all is not so scary. Expired maple get molasses and all those canadians up off their asses. Pick a brother up when down. Show them how to stand take a leap of faith make it grand . get together and make a band that makes sound you cant stand but intends to shake you free the crowd of pitted pikes of dulery *? Permission to rise, but only in a flood hop aboard my thought train and we can go and solve all the brain farts avoid the sweet tarts and turn clay into well nutrient rich soil to save the planet. ", "Around a lonely fire sat four, hunched, malnourished figures surrounded by the reminders of a bountiful age long ago. As we get closer, we can see that one of them is squeezing a drop onto their finger; the dancing fire making the amber substance glisten. As the substance found its resting spot upon his finger, he passed the bottle to another figure around the fire and longingly inspected the amber drop. The figure beside him, a child no older than 10, staring in awe at the drop asked, \"Dad, do you think we'll ever find more of this stuff?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe chuckled and ruffled his son's hair with his free hand, \"No Samuel, this is a relic that's been passed from down to me from my father, and him his father, so on and so forth. In my life wandering the barren, concrete jungles and Great Basins I've never found another bottle.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSamuel, still transfixed by the amber substance, said, \"Wow...what's it called again?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Aunt Jemima\", said the father.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"What happened to the rest of it?!\", Samuel asked excitedly.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe father sighed, rubbing his weary eyes, and said, \"I'll tell you again, but after this you need to sleep, we have to begin looking for more food tomorrow.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSamuel looked at him with wide-eyes, and nodded excitedly. The mother and her other child huddled together under a blanket, drifting off to sleep slowly as the father began to tell the story he had told many times before, \"A long time ago, long before my time or your grandfather's, there was everything. Nobody was hungry for long, nobody had to search long for food, and there was more Aunt Jemima than you, or me, or your mother and brother could eat in a day for hundreds of years. Never did we imagine that we could fall to where we are now. We kept consuming more than we possibly could, taking for granted the bountiful harvests we see only in our dreams now. Then as food became more and more scarce, we fought. We realized what was happening but were powerless to change what would become our world today. We did not cause this, but we are the ones paying for our ancestors' ignorance.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAs Samuel's eyes slowly began to close, he tiredly asked, \"Will we ever go back to then? When there was lots of Aunt Jemima?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nStroking Samuel's head, the father wistfully said, \"I'm not sure Samuel, I wish I could tell you that you'd never have to experience another night of hunger, but I can't even tell you what tomorrow brings. All we can do is cherish what we have now.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"But we don't have anything dad, we haven't eaten anything since yesterday\", Samuel said as his stomach growled.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Oh but we do\", the father gently poked Samuel's dirty nose and said, \"We have each other. And for as long as I breathe, I will do my best to make sure you all can tell your children the stories my father and mother told me when I was your age.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe father waited for a response, but all he heard was the sound of Samuel breathing gently as he fell asleep in his lap. His son was right, they did not have much. They had not eaten since yesterday and they used the last of his father's flint to start the fire. The father again looked at the glistening Aunt Jemima on his finger, and in it he saw hope. The hope that his children will grow to become strong. The hope that they will then children they share these stories to. The hope that his children will one day get to eat as much Aunt Jemima as their hearts wish." ]	[ 1, 5, 5 ]	[ "1552363057", "1552363738", "1552368864" ]
(Yes, I've been binging Dungeon Meshi)	[WP] "Hey, why's there a chef in our dungeon party?"	5	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"Pardon me, by why in the name of the Goat himself, is there a chef in our party?\"\n\n \nMuramoon Maynor, the top fencer of the decade asked after a long silence walking through the dungeon. \nEvery year or so, a particular group of \"more than fit\" individuals, brewing with courage and thirst for recognition go lurking through the dungeon of the Harvest Lord. Some come back with the head of an unusual, one of a kind beast and get showered with praise and glory all throughout their days while some fall beneath the curtain of silence, never to be seen but only to be remembered as mere fools. \n\"Good question.\" said the Chef.\n\n\"No, really. Why are you here?\" the Huntress of the mountain pressed on, driving the point deeper. Tone and slim, yet one of the strongest individuals of the party, she had two horns protruding out of scalp. Tufarina. Their blood line was a special mix, one made up of one third giantess, one third daemons,one third elven; the Faurs.\n\nSince she was one of the quieter members of the party, her question caught the attention of the whole team. \n\"Wait...chef?\" asked Gus, the musketeer.\n\n\"Wait, we had a chef?\" repeated Feronyo, the doctor of foolish pestilence, as if the marksman hadn't already said the same exact thing just a blitz ago.\n\nThen, at the same time, everyone turned their head towards Markus, the head mercenary of the Stormers. He was known for his careless or more fittingly, poor choices when it comes to finance. However, that wasn't comparable to his keen intelligence and insight of battle.\n\n\"I couldn't care less. He asked to join the team, gave me the runes. That's all that was needed.\"\n\n\"Don't you even. You know an ordinary person won't survive even a goddamn second, don't you?\" asked the Huntress.\n\n\"Good point.\" added the Chef.\n\n\"Look. If he dies, he dies. I'm sure the fellow understand the kind of dragon he's trying to ride.\"\n\nThe Chef nodded pleasantly at this.\n\n\"Well, I'm sure he doesn--\"\n\nThe Musketeer tried to press once more but stopped mid sentence as they arrived near the gate of the Fiend Hallow.\n\nThe old champions, the ones who were crowned to have \"slain the most ferocious abomination\" in the dungeon, named it as such. Since then, many have tried to prove themselves better, most of them failing pathetically.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Here we are.\"\n\nThe foolish doctor readied his potions, while the fencer checked the edges of his saber. Captain of the party slowly hummed to himself as the party readied. The faurian swung her halberd fiercely, chopping nearby crops and woods to warm herself up while the Chef just stood near the entrance of the dungeon, intently staring into the abyss, trying not to blink.\n\n\"What's the matter, doubting yourself now? Might as well walk back, since there will be no sympathy once we get in there. Last chance.\" said Muramoon, while smirking mockingly.\n\n\"I'm good.\" said the Chef.\n\n\"Just need to resharpen my knives.\"\n\nAnd so the party wandered in, with a singular purpose in mind, the exception being the Chef.\n\nAn hour after walking deeper and deeper into the belly of the Hallow, they encountered a humanoid fox creature, holding in his disfigured claw-hand what seemed to be an arrow. \n\n\"Halt.\" said Markus, his voice firm and confident.\n\nGus held up his weapon, nimbly and perfectly aiming it at the creature.\n\n\"Just say the word.\"\n\nThe party wasn't even able to give concern to the feeble looking opponent. They watched in amusement as the creature tensed up, trying to decide whether to fight or to run for it's life.\n\n\"Spare me this one, I needed a test subject. This will be the perfect chance, as it looks like it has human properties.\"\n\nThe marksman holstered his gun, now a bit curious to see the \"supporter\" of the group step up for a battle.\n\nThe fox head of the creature tilted a little, it's fear partly replaced by confusion as Feronyo held up a small, black ball in her palm. Then, ever so gently, she threw it at the creature, as if passing a play ball to a comrade.\n\nIn it's extreme confusion, the fox man unknowingly caught the ball and looked at it briefly before looking back up. At that point, the party jumped with surprise and readied for battle, in a state of panic. The little ball seemed to have lit up, producing an ungodly flame. It's core was blue, yet it's outer flame was red.\n\n\"A shocking success. I did not expect this to work but sometimes, a guess can go a long way.\" claimed Feronyo, seemingly pleased with her new lethal flare.\n\n\"You there, cooking man, grab that flame.\"\n\nThe Chef looked visibly confused.\n\n\"The fire?\"\n\n\"Yes,yes. The fire. Hurry it up.\"\n\n\"A-alright, then.\"\n\nHe reached over to the burning corpse of the fox man, quite hesitant to put his hand anywhere near the flame. Then, in a moment of decision, he dove his hands in and tried to grab the fire, which, would of course, be impossible. However, in this particular case, the chef lifted his hand up to reveal a blue ball of flame floating upon his palm.\n\n\"We'll use this to light the way from now on. Preserve the torches. If this one manages to stumble on his feet and end up dead, the flare, too, will sizzle out.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEveryone in the party relaxed, lowering their weapons. Though, the Head Mercenary, didn't seem to have had any reaction to the events occurring before him.\n\n\"Good. Let's move on. You, walk up front. Signal if you find anything to be suspicious.\"\n\nThe Chef, sighing with relief after figuring out the flame didn't produce any heat, walked to the front of the crew. Their way was still long to go.\n\nTo be continued?\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;", "\"Any questions before we go in?\" Jessie asked. The pink-haired monk and her group, a ninja, wizard, and chef, stood near the large mouth of a cave. The cave burrowed into the side of a jagged black mountain that they could not see the top of. The deep black of the cave interior matched its outside; they could not see how deep the cavern extended. Andy raised his hand.\n\n\"Yeah, why is there a chef in a dungeon party?\" he shrugged. \"Seems dangerous.\" Jessie shook her head, but Mark spoke up before she could answer.\n\n\"Yeah, and why are we here at all? You said this was going to be a derby team.\" Jessie nodded. Her pink ponytail bounced with the motion.\n\n\"If you can't use your skills in combat you'll have trouble using them on the track,\" Jessie said, then she looked back to Andy. \"That goes for both of you.\"\n\n\"Why does the Zero get to sit out?\" Mark asked.\n\n\"Her name is Margo,\" Rana said. The aqua green-haired ninja took offense for her friend. \"Her parents are still getting used to [what happened on their Earth](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/ay0lc4/wp_people_always_made_fun_of_you_saying_you_were/). Margo wanted to stay close to her parents so they wouldn't worry about her,\" Rana smiled. \"Besides, she's a tailor; craftsmen can skate on the dance track.\n\n\"What's the dance track?\" Mark asked.\n\n\"Wait! Why is there a chef here if they can use the dance track?\" Andy's whined the question. He looked at Mark, then back to Rana. \"Yeah, what's the dance track?\n\n\"The dancer class gets their own track in a derby match so the other team can't knock them down. The non-combat classes, like merchant and craftsman, can skate on the dance track so they can do their craft in peace,\" Rana explained. \"But they don't get any laps if they're not on the main track.\"\n\n\"I want to choose the dance track too!\" Andy, the chef, said to Jessie. The monk shook her head.\n\n\"Mark, Rana and I can't support two crafters; we'd never get to use our own skills,\" she smiled at Andy. \"But if a crafter...,\" Jessie poked his shoulder. \"You, earn two laps every time you cross the start line on the main track. You'll be sharing your resources with her.\"\n\n\"Hey!\" Mark stepped forward. \"It sounded like you almost said '..if a crafter skates they'll earn two laps'. Why can't it be Margo?\" He looked at Rana. \"Sorry by the way. I didn't mean 'Zero' to be offensive. I just learned about Uniques about a month ago; I thought that's what we called them,\" he shrugged. \"I don't want to sound like I don't like her but why can't they take turns or something? Is she getting special treatment because she's a Zero?\"\n\n\"Okay, no sweat,\" Rana patted Mark on the shoulder. \"She is getting special treatment, but Jessie'll tell you why.\" She nodded at the monk.\n\n\"I was going to say: 'If a crafter skates on the main track they have different bonuses based on their specialties'. But I didn't want to explain all of them,\" she shrugged. \"So I skipped to yours. I am sitting Margo out because she's a Zero,\" Jessie grinned. \"Because that's what everyone expects. A good tailor can be pretty amazing in derby but I want them to think I won't let her skate on the main track.\"\n\n\"Them? Them who?\" Mark asked. Jessie rolled her eyes.\n\n\"The other teams, duh. We're competing! Dana Sharp's having a big tournament this year to show off her own derby team. I want to show her what the Academy can do.\"\n\n\"So why'd you get us?\" Andy asked.\n\n\"If the Academy's worst,\" she patted her own chest. \"myself included, can beat them. She'll be dying to find out what our best can do.\"\n\n\\\\\\*\n\nThank you for reading! I’m responding to prompts every day. This is year two, day #71. You can find all my stories collected on my subreddit ([r/hugoverse](https://www.reddit.com/r/hugoverse)) or my [blog](https://hugoverse.info/). If you're curious about my universe (the Hugoverse) you can visit the [Guidebook](https://hugoverse.info/2017/11/25/hugoverse-guidebook/) to see what's what and who's who, or the [Timeline](https://hugoverse.info/2017/10/23/hugoverse-timeline/) to find the stories in order. " ]	[ 1, 1, 1 ]	[ "1552406489", "1552409355", "1552426820" ]
	[WP] "Uh, no, my name's Jeff. Why does everyone get that wrong? I mean honestly, what kind of name is 'Death' anyway?"	14	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", " \n\n\"Reaper, Grim Reaper.\"\n\nDeath tried imitating one of the more popular movies on Earth. Ugh, no. He shook his head. That wasn't going to work. It just didn't fit his style. It might sound good if Mr. James Bond did it, but it just sounded awkward when he tried.\n\nDeath had turned one side of his pocket dimension into a reflective surface. He was practicing in front of it, using it as a full-size mirror. His annual leave was coming up and he wanted to be prepared. \n\nMaybe I shouldn't go by my real name? He cleared his throat and tried again. \"Hi, my name is Jeff.\" Death said and extended a bony arm for a mock handshake. Better. Much better.\n\nDeath was finally going to cross off one of the items on his bucket list. A vacation on Earth. So far he hadn't managed to build up the nerve to follow through with his plans, but this time he would. The other times Death had always chickened out at the last second and went to spent his day off somewhere else in the universe. Most of the time he went by himself, only taking someone along on rare occasions when he felt lonely. \n\nThis time though would be different. He checked the miniature cuckoo's clock on his wrist just in time to see the tiny, bony bird jump out and announce that the time had come. Death went to his closet and took the outfit off the hanger, which he had chosen for this occasion.\n\nA black robe and scythe. His favorite.\n\nHe checked himself out in his oversized mirror one last time. Feeling great he turned the reflective surface back to its original shape. A black nothingness.\n\nDeath summoned his portal. He chose its appearance befitting the circumstances. He opened the wooden door and walked through.\n\nHe wanted to spend the day experiencing what it meant to be human. Death had chosen activities which he thought amounted to an average humans day. Closing the door to his pocket dimension behind him he found himself in an elevator on the way up. By human definitions it was 09:00 in the morning, beginning of the day in the office.\n\nA ding announced the elevator had arrived at the requested floor. Death stepped out and found himself opposite a smiling human. \"Dude, Halloween has been over for a month,\" the human chuckled, \"who the hell chooses a Death costume these days anyway?\" \n\n\"Death? My name is Jeff. Why does everyone get that wrong? I mean honestly, what kind of name is 'Death' anyway?\" Death asked trying to sound nonchalant.\n\n\"Whatever man.\" The human said and pushed past Death into the elevator.\n\n******\n\nr/John_writes" ]	[ 1, 8 ]	[ "1552413498", "1552417041" ]
	[WP] A global organization protects the world from an invasion of magic, monsters and myths of another world. Your character is a fresh recruit being sent to fight off an invasion of monsters from a recently opened gateway.	18	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "“I stood amongst my peers, either excited or trembling in fear. I wasn’t quite sure in which group I was in, my hand shook yet a stupid grin curled on my lips, eager to see what we’re up against. Our sensors picked up a magical energy gathering in this mountain which indicates the formation of a gateway between dimensions. Really weak energy as well, nothing worth sending the death squad over to deal with, but enough to be worrisome. So let’s send the idiots so they can get some experience eh?\n\nI had a brother going up against some eclipse wolves on his first rodeo, made himself a nice black fur bed sheet from the pelts. I wonder what I’ll be up against, hopefully not any lesser vampires, anything not human shaped would be good for me. \n\nWe stood our ground, waiting for the gate to form, waited half a day of the bloody thing to appear, yet there isn’t the slightest hint of it actually existing. Our sensors showed small residues of magic bunching up, but it doesn’t seem to be forming the gateway. We arrived during a bright sunny morning, and the sun is setting over the horizon still with no discernable sign of monsters. \n\nSome of us gave up and went back home, the few that stayed set up camp in the cold mountains, either still hoping to encounter their first monster, or simply too cowardly to disobey orders. I was part of the latter one, I don’t think sergeant Dornan would be pleased. Rather face the force of hell than face that man’s wrath.\n\nClouds eventually gathered overhead and drops of rain started to fall and gradually picked up. After a short while, lighting was added into the pot of misery. No lightning rod, and camping on a flat plateau of the mountain while sitting waiting for the damn portal to appear while getting drenched under the pouring rain. \n\nFew of us died, struck by lightning or carried down by a landslide. At this point, none of us were really waiting for the monsters, just waiting for daylight so we can get out of here. Unfortunately, the lightning hit the area where the magical residue was gathering, creating a vortex of light, amplifying the energy that was present, forming a gateway to the other dimension.\n\nWe hurriedly armed ourself despite our disarray and surrounded the gates with our rifles in hand. But our puny little bullets would do nothing against the abyssal creature that crawled its way out of the gate. Some dropped their rifles and ran when they saw it, leaping off the rocky cliffs of the mountain, in the vain hope to escape. Others committed suicide, clean shot blasted through their head, figuring that a quick death would be better than facing that horrid monstrosity. Those that stood their ground fired madly at the disgusting, shapeless creature. Its arms whaled around knocking over our camp and supplies off the mountain. Our shots didn’t even bother it, crawling passed us as we desperately leaped out of the way, pushing over each other in despair, abandoning comrades to be consumed under the slogging belly of that slimy thing.\n\n“So how did you survive? If that monster was as terrifying as you say, how did so many of you lived?” asked Asked the doctor\n\n“We weren’t a threat to it, I’m not even sure if it even knew we were there.”\n\n“And how would you describe this monster? I recall you describing it as a ‘slimy thing’, could you be more specific?”\n\n“I...I...ah“ my voice stuttered, my mind went blank as I try to recall what it was that crawled out of the gate. “I don’t know” I whimpered “it had no shape, it had no form, it shouldn’t conceivably exist! It swallowed everything in its path without having mouths, it threw our tents and supplies off the cliff without any arms, It was not something that a human eye was meant to see!” I cried out madly.\n\n“Oooookay.” The doctor flips through his papers and wrote a few things down. “You seem to be the only one who gave any sort of coherent information.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“All the other recruits are currently locked in the containment ward. All of them, gone insane.”" ]	[ 1, 1 ]	[ "1552432837", "1552440368" ]
	[WP] humanity invents FTL technology and finds out that it's the most advanced species in the galaxy as everyone else is pre-industrial revolution.	48	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "I wonder if those tiny civilizations down there look to the stars like we once did, yearning to travel to their moons and beyond. I wonder if they also asked themselves if they were alone.\n\nHumanity is now on the brink of collapse. Most of our colonies have been decimated by the civil war. Earth is now a battleground for the soul of humanity. We may have been the greatest power in the galaxy, but did that give us the right to subugate these civilizations?\n\nHonestly the war does not matter to me. The mere existence of extraterrestrial life has always been the focus of my studies. My laboratory rests on their moon. My team and I have been monitoring the environment of the planet, and studying the indigenous cultures. Several nations down there look like they are gearing up to begin automation and colonization of new lands. It is a facinating era in their history.\n\nI am curious though. I wonder what the impact of making first contact would be. Would they treat us like invaders? As gods? Maybe as equals in this great and beautiful universe? Maybe they would be curious about our technology, or maybe they would try to take it for themselves so that they may dominate others. \n\nI know other colonies have been treated as invaders, but humanity was always the agressor. We are almost done translating their language. This time we won't approach them as invaders, but as travelers from beyond the stars. There is a greath wealth of data waiting to be uncovered with every action we take on this new world. I wonder if they will grow on the same path as we did so long ago.", " \n\nPart 2\n\nThe door to Kate’s quarters chimed again, for the fourth time. She knew that normal protocol would be override access after the third, in case she was injured or in danger. Yet another example of the breaking order and discipline on the Magellan – Deep Range Survey Vessel 15.\n\nShe stepped out of the shower where she had stood, under near-scalding hot water, for twenty minutes, since she had left the bridge and the sight of the life-bearing world they orbited. Wrapping a thick towel around her she made her way to the door, pressing her thumb against the pad and watching it slide open. As Kate had expected, the Magellan’s psych officer, Robert Auchinlek, stood patiently, a professionally concerned expression on his face and hands held behind his back. Kate motioned him in and made her way to the shower nook, picking up the pieces of her discarded uniform and towelling herself off.\n\nRobert sat quietly as she dried and dressed, looking around the quarters. As always whenever he ended up speaking with the Captain here, his gaze lingered on a solitary paperback book that rested on a low shelf by her bedside. Dog-eared, the spine long broken, it was the ship’s only copy of Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy. Robert had never read it himself, but he knew the famous line; “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in it’s own way.” Through the viewport he could see a cloud-strewn limb of the life-bearing planet they orbited.\n\nKate, now dry, uniform crisp and straightened, took a seat opposite the psych officer. The little meeting area just had a small, low table and two chairs, and their knees almost touched as she sat down, hands folded in her lap, waiting in silence. “Kate,” Robert began after a moment, “I have some… concerns that I feel I should bring to you.” Kate held an intense dislike for the psych officer. She’d taken an instant dislike to him on meeting him, and things had not improved since Robert had declared her XO Nate medically unfit for duty and confined him to quarters “for his own safety”. Kate felt Robert was cold, distant, and unrelentingly professional – not good qualities for anyone, let alone psych officer, on a survey mission so deep into unexplored space, facing the discoveries they made on a regular basis. “Robert. Before you begin, I am fine. I am capable. I am in command of this ship, and of myself.” she took a deep breath as Robert pursed his lips with a look of professional displeasure. “We’ve just seen this before. The crew know their tasks and don’t need me breathing down their necks. Over the next month we’ll conduct a full orbital survey, and send down landing parties, and at the end of it we’ll conclude some new and novel way in which this world, this civilisation has ultimately failed.” she kept her face careful neutral as images of decayed bones and blackened ruins flashed into her mind, “Maybe the planet doesn’t cycle nitrates efficiently, maybe there are no accessible fossil fuels, maybe they lack domesticable large animals -” she felt herself starting to ramble, and clenched her jaw tightly. She didn’t miss Robert’s eyes flicking to watch the muscles moving in her face and neck. Slowly breathing out, forcing a smile onto her face that didn’t reach her eyes, she continued, “This the twenty fourth world we’ve discovered with evidence of sapient life, Robert. I think I know how to handle myself by now.” the psych officer cast his eyes down, a deep frown set across his brow. After a moment he glanced at the Captain’s copy of Anna Karenina again, before returning his eyes to hers. For a moment she thought she could see something there… “There’s a theory, Kate, amongst professionals in my field, back on Earth. The discoveries we’re making out here, us and the other Deep Range Survey crews, they’re having a profound impact on us – both personally and as a species. We’re getting out here and discovering we’re the first, we’re the most advanced species, the only ones to dodge every Great Filter and expand into space.” Robert leaned forward slightly, fixing Kate with a stare she couldn’t read, “How do we deal with that burden? Of being the first?”", "Part 1\n\n&#x200B;\n\nDeep-Range Survey Vessel Fifteen, known affectionately and informally by its crew as Magellan, slipped silently out of hyperspace. Captain Kate Lindberg stood gazing through her cabin’s viewport. Beyond lay a cool orange star, accompanied by the bright sparks of the system’s planets. She thought she could make out the dim glimmer of the system’s red dwarf companion, just half a light year distant. She sighed as she buttoned up her uniform.\n\nShe arrived on the bridge a few minutes later, workpad tucked under arm, and slouched down into her command chair. A few of the crew turned and nodded – a far cry from the salutes and snaps-to-attention she received when this mission began, eighteen long months ago. “What are we looking at?”\n\n“Looks like two life-bearing, Kate; a planet and its moon. Both look terran-habitable.” Claude began listing off the temperature and atmospheric statistics gathered by the automated long range instrumentation. The use of her first name was another sign of the slipping discipline and moral on the ship. Things had been declining since their third survey, and since her XO Nate had been confined to quarters four months back, things had gotten rapidly worse. The worst part was that Kate wasn’t sure she cared herself anymore. Claude began to run through the stats on the system’s other planets as the Magellen powered through conventional space towards the inner planets.\n\nFourteen hours and a restless sleep later, Kate woke, dreams of bleached bones and cavernous burnt-out ruins fading quickly from her thoughts with practiced ease. She rose, gazing through the viewport as always. She could see nothing but a field of stars, but knew they would be nearing orbital insertion around the life-bearing planet/moon pair soon. She dressed slowly, going through familiar routines without urgency. She felt a faint tug of deceleration as the Magellan began its final orbit\n\nBy the time she made it to the bridge and sat in her chair, the front viewport was filled to the left with the planet, to the right with the moon, both cloaked in atmospheric haze. Thick white clouds obscured the moon, but on the planet Kate could make out crisp blue oceans and seas, continents and islands covered in rich dark green and broad deserts of white sand and salt flats. Briefly she considered how the view of a life-bearing world used to fill her with joy… now she only felt hollow. Her workpad blipped as the first high-res surfaces images started to filter through. The familiar patterns she’d been fearing since they’d arrived became obvious instantly… clearings in the foliage, ploughed fields, extensive networks of dirt and paved roads, light from managed and controlled fires across the planet’s nightside. Finally came the images of the cities, familiar but subtly different from those on every other civilised world. Her bridge crew each examined the same images, trained and experienced eyes analysing overlapping patterns of construction and inhabitation, former agricultural sites now abandoned, rivers and canals silted and dried up. Ash, one of the xenoanalysts, finally broke the silence. “Kate – Captain – preliminary analysis suggests extensive habitation. Chronomapper is estimating a legacy fifty thousand year civilisation, based on long-range spectrographic analysis of exposed building materials and the extent of environmental degradation…” she trailed off. Everyone on the bridge had already come to the same conclusions and could read the same data.\n\nThe world hosted a full, sapient, alien civilisation. A civilisation five times older than Earth’s; and they had barely made it to medieval era technology. Now they were suffering from declining agricultural output as the burden of their civilisation on their world finally caught up with them. They wouldn’t have the technology to understand why their fields were yielding less and less, why the numbers of wild creatures were declining, why their domestic animals were sickening and dying. They likely blamed insufficient piety, or curses, or other primitive reasoning. There were signs of recent war between some polities, the scars of battle and depopulation evident from orbit, likely conflicts over productive land and fading resources. As they had seen elsewhere, as on every world with sapient life visited by other Deep-Range Survey Vessels, the environmental and social strains would eventually break this alien peoples. They would fade, leaving no legacy but shattered ruins and a devastated ecosystem.\n\nAs her crew busied themselves in silence with their regular and familiar tasks, Kate stood and left the bridge. She could feel the eyes of the Magellens’ psych officer boring into the back of her head, but right now she didn’t care.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEdit: Wow, thanks for the gold, Mysterious Stranger!", "The day humanity realized they were the most advanced species in the galaxy was the day our true faces truly showed.\n\n\nFor 6,000 years of human history our species had developed systems that would lay the groundwork for a functioning and one day fair society. But that day showed that mankind truly only used those systems of morality for their own benefit.\n\nMegacorporations, no longer bound by the limitations of earth laws would use their wealth to conquer and develop these planets for greater \"productivity\" and \"freedom\", creating planets that were more or less human colonies. Governments, realizing the potential of these new world's as future potential markets would send soldiers out to assimilate them into the greater Terran empire(although the word empire was strickly refuted by politicians and instead replaced by alliance).\n\n\nEntire civilizations are conquered, bought, or sold by humans. Civilizations who could never stand a chance against a colonial marine and never will in their technological states...unable to comprehend or even amass the technological quantity that humanity finds easier to get due to its endless experience in colonialism and space mining.\n\n\nIt was hard for more than half the people to sympathize with the non human outer protectorates (a less politically charged way of saying colony) as most non humans do not have humanoid forms and thus are unable to be seen as anything else but the \"other\". As for the non humans, they are forced to develop 2 personalities that are at internal war...the \"Terran identity\"(viewing themselves as cirizens under earths protection, and thus try to fit into humanities various cultural norms) and the \"native identity\"(as people whose cultures are being hijacked by earth, and thus actively try to maintain Their culture in a society far more complex than their own).\n\n\nAs for me, I am the guy they call when a colony steps out of line, I am a normal soldier who is only doing my job....nothing personal, just business, I do not hate you\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n" ]	[ 1, 1, 1, 4, 10 ]	[ "1552435710", "1552490775", "1552552243", "1552472773", "1552458738" ]
	[WP] After Agent 007 sold all of his stories to movie studios, he ran from the Mi6. Agent 009, Oliver Jacobs, is tasked with finding and eliminating the legendary James Bond.	37	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include \"[Poem]\"\n>* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail\n>* See [Reality Fiction](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Reality+Fiction\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) and [Simple Prompts](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/search?q=flair%3A\$Simple+Prompt\$&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all) for stricter titles\n>* [Be civil](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules#wiki_rule_10.3A_be_civil) in any feedback and follow the [rules](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/rules)\n\n[](#icon-help) [^(What Is This?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/off_topic) ^•\n[](#icon-information) [^(New Here?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/user_guide) ^•\n[](#icon-help) [^(Writing Help?)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/index#wiki_writing_resources) ^•\n[](#icon-exclamation) [^(Announcements)](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/wiki/announcements) ^•\n[](#icon-comments) [^(Discord Chatroom)](https://discord.gg/XYsEYfS)\n\nI am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "My head pounded with pain. I shivered from the wind, continuing to scour the horizon for my target. It was dark and I'd been crouching on this roof for a half-hour already - where the hell was he?\n\nJesus, I thought to myself. What am I doing? I sighed. Chasing after the legendary James Bond proved to be a fruitless task. I only got close to him once, at a cocktail party in Cyprus, when he escaped be blowing up the entire joint and jumping into a helicopter.\n\nAfter a few more minutes, I started climbing down from the roof. I would go back to my motel and report back to HQ announcing another failed day, and drown my sorrows in cheap beer at a pub somewhere. I was lamenting when bright lights caught my eye.\n\nIt was a movie theatre. I walked past it, peering at the board. Now Showing: James Bond: New Lands.\n\nI almost laughed.\n\n\"Bloody good show,\" a voice mumbled from the crowd. I turned to find a couple exiting the theatre. \"Bond strikes again.\"\n\nWhat a crowd. You see all kinds in London. Toddlers, middle-aged people, the elderly, the poor, the rich, the mysterious chap in a suit and sunglasses...\n\nI did a quick double take.\n\n\"Oh shit,\" I widened my eyes and leapt towards the figure. It was him! He turned round to face me and grinned. I had him now. I grabbed both his hands in an effort to handcuff him, but he whipped round and caught me in a painful lock before releasing me and speeding off.\n\nI grimaced and sprinted after him. I was so close! He really was like the movies - jumping and doing unnecessary parkour. What a showoff! We kept pace until, eventually, he did a sharp turn into an abandoned warehouse. I followed, but checked my pocket for my revolver; this felt suspiciously like a trap.\n\nI ran into the bare, industrial warehouse. James bond himself stood there, smiling playfully at me. He leaned on a chair, on which a person I have never seen before was sitting. He was dressed in a scarf and turtleneck, and held a roll of paper in his hand.\n\n\"Is this the guy?\" He asked Bond.\n\n\"In the flesh,\" he chuckled.\n\n\"Sorry, what?\" I interjected. I felt for my revolver once again. The turtlenecked figure saw and waved his hand dismissively.\n\n\"There won't be any need for that,\" he said.\n\n\"Who are you?\" My voice grew louder.\n\nHe grinned and stood up.\n\n\"I'm Cary Joji Fukunaga. I'm about to make you an offer you can't refuse, Agent 009.\"" ]	[ 1, 4 ]	[ "1552487796", "1552511469" ]
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	[WP] Unlike the majority of people, your dreams have always been very vivd, and had a continuing storyline, with mostly the same characters. One day, while on your usual commute you see one of them in real life. After staring at you for a little they say "Hey, tonight we really need to talk"	53	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "A pause, a blink, then a sigh of soft resignation as I look at someone I've seen every night in my dreams for the past three years. \"Yeah we do though how are you here?\" A few people around me look a little odd at this conversation but my attention is on the person that was speaking to me. \"Yeah look me and the others will see you in a few hours then. I am going to get back being here feels a little odd\" I nod then say \"Yeah get going I will see you in a bit.\" As they Leave I watch with a sad wistful look on my face before trudging to my vehicle for the drive home.\n\nI go about my usual routine and settle to sleep. This time though I am in the dream in a flash waking in the bed there in the dream world and move quickly rolling from the simple mattress and pulling on my black garb. Stepping out into the living area of the small hut there sit waiting for me the people of the village and even a few nobles from the capital. One person in specific rushes to my side and latches onto my arm looking up with happiness in her eyes, at the same time the one that appeared in the waking world says softly \"We are glad you came again so very glad...\" he pauses his old face looking stressed many of the others bearing the same looks and he continues \"After all these years since you first came to us, there have been many changes some good some bad.\" There is a series of nods from people and the young woman who has been silent just clutches harder and the older man continues \"We have always wondered what lay on the other side where you go when you fall asleep.\" Again a chorus of nods. \"Making the arrangement and the spell was difficult very much so but now I have seen it with my own eyes. Your world looks so much more advanced than ours but there is almost no magic.\" A pause and a frown then he continues \"After seeing it we want to know why is it you come here every night\"\n\nThe pause stretches into a long and uncomfortable silence. I finally collect my words before looking at them all and saying softly \"I know why I come back every night though why I first came I don;t know....\" I sigh softly and wrap my arm around the young woman thats been my compatriot possibly even love since half way through the life of this vivid dream. \"I keep coming here from the place I wake to because being here brings me peace and tranquility, no matter what has happened here the trials and tribulations happiness and sadness, I have found a place where I can relax when i rest be with people I enjoy the company of.\" I receive quite a few looks at that comment and I hold up my free hand before saying \"Do not get me wrong I have friends in my waking world ones that I love dearly. Factors of that world though are very stressful and well after I came here it has allowed me to wake to that world feeling like I can pull through another day because I have friends here to. Ones I can laugh with, shed tears with and enjoy life.\" I fall silent trying to find more to say.\n\nOne of the nobles one that had pretty much forced me into service steps forwards. She is a young lady more of a tomboy than a princess and she says \"That may be but as we understand dreams shouldn't last this long even before you came to us dreams were normal things,\" she bites her lip then says \"but its almost like your hopping worlds and we found the other you where you sleep in that real world your body was there sleeping peacefully while at the same time you were here. We honestly don't want you to leave again but you cannot exist in two places at once it's an impossibility!\" Her brow furrows as she looks at me, then the older man says \"Listen Jasper somehow you manage the impossible We wont ask how but what we do ask is please don't leave. We intend to open the passageway to your world a little more permanently.\" He frowns some then says \"Ceree in specific has been curious and a little jealous at the though of you possibly having someone there,\" now there are chuckles as the young woman's grip becomes painful shed always been a strong one almost unimaginably so. \"so as you can see we have a few reasons.\" chuckles now turn to laughter from some as I just sigh before saying \"I doubt I would be able to stop you even if I wanted to. You will just need to remember My world is so very different but I will welcome any who want to come with open arms and a happy heart.\" I blink then remember something \"You know I have told a few of my friends there of this dream and well,\" I pause brows crinkling \"I think they will find meeting you rather interesting though I would say lets try to keep things to a minimum at first.\"\n\nThere are some nods then the older man says \"That sounds reasonable though I do say my clothes were drawing attention there, when I found you.\" The princess then says \"Yes It would be a good Idea to have uhm suitable clothes waiting for us.\" Getting the drift I say \"You have a point let me at least find a suitable point for you to put the terminus of your gateway one where I can safely leave clothes and some other necessities in case you arrive while I am working my job on the other side.\" When that is said it draws some truly curious looks and I hold up the free hand the other still trapped by Ceree's grip on my arm \"Part of it is just how I think and I don't know how big this portal will be was about to move in the waking world anyways into a bigger home let me get that done before you set the portal.\" I keep my hand up \" And before there are objections, I say this for safety's sake. All of you here are important to me and it would kill me quite literally if one of you were to get hurt.\"\n\nA look of understanding passes though them all they had truly come to know me over the years and they knew of my protective streak over those I considered friend. \"We understand Just let us know though I am willing to bet Ceree will be first through with the princess hot on her heels\" There is more laughter then we start to make plans as this strange twist in my episodic vivid dream takes form and all I can do is go with the flow." ]	[ 1, 2 ]	[ "1552508467", "1552549400" ]
	[WP] Our hero is bound to a chair, the villain has been doing his monologue for 15 hours straight now. Our hero is starting to realize he may be on the wrong side of this and that the villan has clearly read up on the issue.	1,620	[ "Welcome to the Prompt! All top-level comments must be a story or poem. Reply here for other comments.\n\nReminders:\n\n>* Stories at least 100 words. 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Please [contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/?to=/r/WritingPrompts) if you have any questions or concerns.", "\"No, I mean that all makes sense.\"\n\n\"And another th--wait, what did you say?\"\n\n\"I mean the whole bit in there about the Government pretending to care about the commonwealth of the people, but really it's all run by corrupt politicians who desire power. I mean, you really sold me on that. Makes me kind of wonder what I've been doing with my life.\"\n\n\"Ah. Well. Thank you, I suppose.\"\n\n\"I gotta say too, just all around really a nice presentation. My last nemesis? Talk about technologically challenged. My grandma, she's like, ancient, was better with computers than he was. Dude couldn't use powerpoint to save his life.\"\n\n\"Yes. Sadly, it seems most villains have neglected the fine intricacies of Microsoft Office.\"\n\n\"You could say that again.\"\n\n\"And you know what else? A few years ago, I had an arch-nemesis--your classic cubicle-worker-by-day-tight-tights-wearing-hero-by-night. I gave him a presentation, much like the one you just saw. And you know what he did? He fell asleep, halfway through.\"\n\n\"You're joking.\"\n\n\"No, no. Really. I didn't even notice until he started to snore.\"\n\n\"Man, that is just nuts. Guys like that, they really ruin the name of superhero.\"\n\n\"You know...No one has ever really agreed with me before. I find it, kind of nice.\"\n\n\"I mean, even the good guys can get it wrong sometimes. We're good, not perfect.\"\n\n\"It almost makes you wonder what could've been.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"In another life, we could've been co-workers, partners, even friends.\"\n\n\"Easily. I mean, if half the guys I trained with at Super Academy had your critical thinking and self awareness, imagine how much better off the world might be.\"\n\n\"Say, what are you doing this Friday night?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Friday night. What say you we go to dinner--or the movies even--my treat.\"\n\n\"I probably have time. I'm gonna need a few weeks to rethink this whole, what side am I fighting for thing.\"\n\n\"Excellent. We'll watch something scary.\"\n\n\"Hmmm. I don't do scary too well. What about a comedy?\"\n\n\"We can discuss it on the way.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n(Sorry if there are any typos, didn't have time to proofread.)", "It had been 15 gruelling hours. Agent X was tired and a little hungry. They never seemed to disclose that when you were applying to the agency. It's always you'll have 'great benefits and you'll travel the world' and never 'you'll be lonely and interacting with crazy psychos all the time'.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAgent X looked at Dr. Evil. He almost felt bad for the guy. Also, who names themselves Dr. Evil? That's just lazy branding. Agent X decided he had to end this.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Dr. Evil, I won't let you go through with your evil plan.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Agent X, what you don't understand is that by converting to solar energy we can reduce our dependency on non-renewable energy sources. Also, can you not call me Dr. Evil, my name is James.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Wait, so you didn't name yourself Dr. Evil?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"No, of course not, that would be just be lazy branding.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"That's what I thought! Anyway, I have orders to stop you. You were targeting a coal mine on the outskirts of the city and we have proof you planned to blow it up.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Agent X you hurt me greatly. Were you not listening to slide 193 of my presentation? I said it was an unused coal mine and the inspection clearly stated that no one was on the premises. I wanted to blow it up so that none of the children in the neighbourhood would go down there and injure themselves.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Oh okay... but what about the evidence we have of you setting up a secret base on top of the public library?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"It's like I'm not even getting through to him,\" said Dr. Evil, as his hand rested on his forehead in disappointment. \"I was setting up solar panels so that they could conserve energy and manage to keep the library open even on weekends without worrying about the high electricity costs they incur every month.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I've been here for 15 hours, you know another agent would have left in 40 minutes. What does that say? I care about you, James. Enough for me to stay.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You do? Honestly, so many people come in here with their accusations but no one wants to know the real me, you know?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"James, would you like to start the presentation again? I think you make a lot of good points.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Nothing would make me happier,\" replied James, wiping away a tear.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJames and Agent X soon realised that the agency had actually been taken over by a private oil tycoon, whose definition of evil was 'people who care about the environment'. They knew that they could bring down the agency and save the planet - together.", " \n\nAgent 13 slowly worked at the rope binding his wrists to the chair, gradually cutting through fibre after single fibre with the sharpened hairpin he’d stolen from Molly Blue in their fight/love making earlier that day, when he’d finally been captured by agents of the nefarious Dr. Geo. “There’s no way you’ll get away with this,” he grunted, hoping to spur on the monologue that had been slowly dwindling, “the government’s of the world will never give in to your demands.” The gaunt figure of Dr. Geo spun around from an enormous bank of computer panels, giant TV screens and server racks to face Agent 13, a crazed look in his eyes and a crooked finger stabbing in his direction, “Oh but that’s where you’re wrong, Agent 13! I have already begun the release of atmospheric aerosols; within a month the world will begin to feel the effects of the cooling, and from that point it will have to be maintained until the globe has transitioned to a carbon-neutral economy. If my drones are destroyed or cease spraying their payload into the upper atmosphere, the sudden heat shock would wreck the climate and destabilise the entire global economy!” he spread his arms, indicating the footage of drones high in the atmosphere spraying a thin vapour as they flew, the giant satellite map of the Earth showing where the dispersal had already begun, and the graphs showing the predictions for global cooling, “My master plan will put the breaks on global warming, boost crop yields the world over, millions more people will live without suffering as climate disaster is mitigated or averted entirely!” Agent 13 realised he had stopped slicing at the ropes as the implications of Dr. Geo’s plan set in. Mentally shaking himself he returned to sawing desperately at the bonds, “You’re holding the world to ransom, Doctor. This is extortion by a crook, plain and simple.” Dr. Geo’s cackling laugh resonated around the steel plated control room, “No no, Agent 13, all I have requested is payment enough to continue my project, and support the development of the required carbon-neutral technologies. I’ve even balanced the demands from each government against the wealth of their population, the effect of their lifestyles on global climate, and that country’s development index. It’s all pretty simple really – then again, I’d never expect an Agent of a profit-loving corporate-democracy like yourself to understand.”\n\nAgent 13 had stopped working at his bonds again. He was struggling to find a witty retort. Normally these things were so easy; he just got the mad man monologuing about their plan while effecting his daring escape, thwarted them at the last possible second, got the girl, and returned to the Agency to collect his payslip. But now, thinking back on his self-destructing briefing pack prior to this mission, he realised that not once had anyone mentioned the purpose of the chemicals Dr. Geo was planning to spray into the atmosphere. Not once had anyone mentioned how he’d calculated his demands. And thinking about the news media, the publications, the top-level government briefings he’d attended discussing the “threats of climate change”, not once had anyone actually come up with any solutions. Here was his arch nemesis of the week, with a plan that should seem abhorrent but actually looked… reasonable. Feasible. Ethical.\n\n“…and now, with the final batch of drones coming online, I have achieved my goal! Within a few short weeks, Agent 13, your government – and all governments – will have no choice but to fund my climate management programs, and back my economic and industrial reforms!” Agent 13 sat back in his chair, the pin dropping from his fingers to the floor. “Within a decade, Earth’s future shall be transformed from one barren and lifeless, to plentiful and good for all!” as Dr. Geo reached the crescendo of his monologue, Agent 13 saw the future stretching out before him. He would be castigated by the Agency on his return. The world governments would at first refuse the demands, then try to negotiate, then finally acquiesce. When the full impact of Dr. Geo’s plan was revealed to the public, enormous support would swell behind it. The feeling of impotence in the face of climate disasters would evaporate. Public demand to support the program would boom. Dr. Geo himself would probably be awarded the Noble Peace Prize. All the politicians and Agency figures who sent Agent 13 to stop Dr. Geo would line up to shake hands and appear in photos with the Man Who Saved the World. He glanced up at the Doctor, hair wild and his trademark black lab coat whirling as he spun to face Agent 13, tears in his eyes, “Finally, Agent 13, finally the world will be mine – and safe.” ", "\"If you want to know who really runs things, just follow the money. Tell me Mr. Chiveley, who signs your paychecks?\"\n\n\"Direct deposit, actually. It is 2019 after all.\"\n\nHis smile faded. I guess he didnt find that as funny as I did. \n\n\"You kid, but you know what I mean. You work for The Syndicate. You must know I have people inside. Telling me all I need to know. How do you think I captured you while you slept in your hotel? Room 3799? The same one you always stay at while you're in town? You know for a \"super spy\" you're terribly predictable.\"\n\n\"Its the nicest room in the nicest hotel in this time zone. Not hard to guess I'd stay there.\"\n\n\"Actually, the view from 5127 is much better but I digress. You are here because the people who pay you were told I'm shopping for a nuclear weapon. I know that because my informants told them that. What I'm actually looking for is much more dangerous. A small fusion device. No bigger than a microwave. But you could power all of Miami with one. You see, all our little adventures all these years have led to this moment. The fusion device was invented almost 10 years ago. By my brother. He wanted to change the world with it. He was about to upload the plans online and give it away when you barged in, and shot him in the back of his head.\"\n\n\"No, he was about to de--\"\n\n\"Detonate a dirty bomb? In Times Square? That's what they told you. To get you to pull the trigger. You murdered my brother to protect the people who are in power. And then you got a nice bonus and went to vacation in Tahiti. The Syndicate came behind you and cleaned up the mess you'd caused. But there was a backup of the plans. Its taken me a decade to rebuild the device but it works. Right now a team is shipping one to every university in the world with detailed schematics. That's why I captured you. So you couldn't stop progress again. You've killed and whored and destroyed your way around the globe for too long. But you cant stop progress. That was my promise to my brother at his funeral. I fulfill that promise today.\"\n\n\"Can you please let me go? I need to work on my resume. And I'm so sorry for your brother. I didn't know.\"\n\n\"Soon enough. And I know you didnt. I'd have skinned you alive if you did. Housekeeping will be by tomorrow morning. Be quiet and once they find you I'm done with you. Goodbye Mr. Chiveley.\"\n\nI didnt make much noise the rest of the night. Apart from a few muted sobs I couldn't hold in. I need a vacation. ", "\"And that is why, ultimately, you're going to lose,\" Dr. Verres says, voice gone scratchy with use. \"You can call me a monster, punch me black and blue, throw me in jail, and smash up my lab. But you can't stop progress. Someday, all those merely genius scientists will catch up to my supergenius, and they'll be working for corporations or totalitarian governments when they discover the secrets of anti-aging and immortality, instead of making sure everyone is immortal. And when that happens, the world will change, and not for the better.\"\n\nCaptain Plasma blinks as the villain finally stops talking. He's been forced to sit in this chair, tied to it with some special metal that he can't break through, under a type of light that keeps him from shooting his energy rays out, while the scientist talks on and on and on, all while experimenting with chemicals and petri dishes. Despite having tuned him out at various points while trying to think of ways to escape, most of the message got through.\n\n\"It'll never happen, Thomas,\" Plasma says. \"People don't want to live forever. It would mean society doesn't change, overpopulation, lack of employment for the young...\"\n\nThe scientist shakes his head and takes a drink of something that looks like water, but refreshes his throat for the dozenth time at least, voice sounding clear and strong again as he moves over to a rack of beakers. \"Zoned out for that part, did you? Those are all solvable problems, and you might as well bemoan that any invention that extends lifespans is similarly just a lesser evil, but those are celebrated. And sure, people say they don't want to live forever now, because there is no way for them to, and they picture themselves old and infirm, or losing their loved ones. But when their family and friends can live forever too, when they can live long enough to meet their great, great grandchildren, to see the world, to finally have time to learn new languages or instruments or read all the books they want? They'll be lining up to be perpetually young and healthy. And if they actually lack the imagination or personal interests to think of something to do with themselves and really want to stop living, I'm sure there will be nice and 'humane' ways to euthanize set up. Current hospice care workers will need something to do, after all, until I finish my next projects and make them even more irrelevant.\"\n\nCaptain Plasma can't help but think about his grandmother, who died when he was just 16. She took care of him after his parents died in a supervillain's attack on their city, and he loved her like she was another mother, but she and his parents had kids late in life; she would have been 75 if she'd lived to see him graduate high school. Her last two years were a living nightmare for her and him: mental and physical degradation had reduced her to a shell of herself.\n\nHow often had he wished that he could still talk to her? Visit for dinner, on his few nights out of costume? Confide in her about what his life has been like, since he donned the mask and cape?\n\nHe shakes his head. \"I can see why you've convinced yourself that what you're doing is right. But at the end of the day, you're justifying highly immoral human experiments. The ends don't justify the means.\"\n\nDr. Verres scoffs, not even looking at him. \"Of course not, if you're going to be vague about it. But all of my subjects were dying anyway, and not just in the way we're all dying. At most they had a few months to live, and they volunteered to participate in my studies, even the ah, painful ones, if it meant that they might get the cure.\"\n\nThat certainly doesn't sound as bad, when put that way. But... no, this is just an excuse. \"The fact that you're only preying on the desperate isn't a justification.\"\n\n\"Bah. Justifications only matter to the 'just.'\" The scientist shrugs as he examines the color of some liquid, then puts its vial in a centrifuge and turns it on. \"If I have to shirk that label and be made a villain to save literally billions of lives, then so be it. Of the two of us in this room, it's clear who's willing to make the most sacrifices to actually help people.\"\n\nCaptain Plasma scowls. \"If you were really so willing to sacrifice, you would experiment on yourself.\"\n\nThat gets the mad scientist's attention, and he stops whatever he's doing and turns to the hero with a blank expression. \"Other than that being an utterly idiotic idea, as I explained a few hours ago, you have no idea what I've sacrificed,\" he says, voice empty and eyes like chips of stone. \"You're a child running around in a costume because you saw others doing it and thought it was the best way to help the world, were told it's the only way anyone extraordinary can and should use their superhuman talents. You can break multiple laws of thermodynamics, and you spend your time mostly filling prisons with petty criminals.\" Verres lets his breath out, some life returning to his features, and turns his back on the hero. \"I'm only bothering to explain all this to you because I have to do the work anyway, and I might as well take the chance at piercing all that cultural conditioning, even if it's only one in a million.\"\n\nThere's nothing that comes to mind in response to that, and the hero just sits and watches the scientist work, silently at last, deep in his own troubled thoughts.\n\nThe other man is right about one thing: the world is changing all on its own. Soon they might be editing genes like they're rewriting computer code. What would the fields of medical science discover in the next 20 or 40 or even 100 years? Wouldn't Verres's goal be reached eventually, with or without him? How many more billions of people will have died by then?\n\nHow many more children will have to watch their parents and grandparents whither away in front of them, ravaged by a disease that affects the entire human population and has a 100% fatality rate?\n\n\"I wouldn't say the odds are quite that low,\" Captain Plasma says at last.\n\nDr. Verres pauses, then turns to look suspiciously at him.\n\n\"I had a grandmother, once. She took in a kid who was angry at the world and taught him how to live right. She meant the world to me.\" Captain Plasma shrugs, looking away. \"Not asking you to let me go or anything. But if you eventually do... and as long as the people in your experiments really do volunteer... I won't try to stop you again.\"\n\nDr. Verres is still for a moment, then goes back to work. It's a start, he thinks to himself as he tests the newest batch, bending to the microscope to observe the change in the cells. He doesn't have to convince the world he's right: just those with the power to stop him.\n\nOnce the cure to mankind's oldest enemy is found and disseminated online, it won't matter anymore. The world will change... and it will need people like Captain Plasma, immature and absolutist as his moral philosophy may be, to do the hard work of making it 'just,' or at least keeping it from becoming a playground for immortal tyrants and billionaires.\n\nAs for him, he might take a well deserved break, then tackle some other societal ill. He can't very well trust those tied down by antiquated notions of morality to do it, after all.\n\nReally, he thinks to himself as he reaches for another vial. It doesn't take a supergenius to figure out that if a 'hero' is defined by society as one that upholds its status quo, they're hardly going to be the ones to solve its real problems." ]	[ 1, 9, 38, 52, 64, 686 ]	[ "1552526458", "1552560251", "1552557676", "1552550376", "1552547095", "1552544980" ]

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