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deadmanRise | t3_xu4f0 | WritingPrompts | c5q1tl9 | 1,344,444,246 | t3_xu4f0 | The San Francisco sun blazed overhead, coating the world with its golden fury. The man sat with his back to a great concrete pillar and looked out over the San Francisco Bay. Overhead, the Golden Gate Bridge sheltered him from the burning rays of the midday sun. His hair was thin and matted, his beard thick and disarrayed. Both were grey, with flecks of brown holding out valiantly against the forces of old age. He wore an old black T-shirt with a hole in the right armpit and worn jeans that were just a little too big around the waist. Battered sneakers protected his feet from rocks and glass.
As his eyes traced the shifting waves, he wondered what was happening in the city. Signs of some kind of commotion had reached him. Of course, it didn't really matter. He wasn't part of the city. The city had rejected him. Still, he couldn't help but be curious.
Out over the bay, a flash of movement caught his eye. He turned his head just in time to see the first one hit the water. A glimpse of a tailored black suit and slick blond hair, and then the waves covered the man, devouring him. The moment he was out of sight, a second, this time in a tan suit, made contact with the water. More followed quickly, all dressed impeccably to meet the bay. It was like a sudden waterfall. Well, human bodies are 70% water, so technically, maybe it was.
The man knew the sight should have frightened him, but strangely, he was more curious than worried. He watched the jumpers impacting the water, imagining the morbid crowd gathered at the edge of the bridge above. He wondered what they had lost that caused them to seek something new below the waves. Not everything, judging by the nice suits they still wore. The most important thing? But what could that be?
He could never have understood. He was too different. Even if he'd lost what little he had and sat naked under that bridge, his day-to-day life wouldn't have changed much.
The waterfall turned into a trickle, then ended. The man stood and stretched his legs. In his mind, he pictured the dumpster behind a nearby McDonald's, the chain link fence he'd have to climb over again. He sighed and turned to leave. It was lunch time once more. | 3 | null |
Xenc | t1_c5q1t1h | WritingPrompts | c5q1x1r | 1,344,444,571 | t3_x6y4p | Crisis averted. The letter has been used. | 49 | null |
RankWeis | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q1xlg | 1,344,444,624 | t3_xvr6e | Tying the boat to the bottom of the ocean, I pondered my luck. Swimming back up, I tied the anchor to the air and swam off, waiting for this unlucky yacht owner to come back and see his boat effectively immobilized, stuck between two points of the earth, forever. Well, until someone came up with a way to erode the Vehicle Hindrance Substance. The VHS came in several less potent forms - there was the VHS glue, the VHS twine...but above all else, with one roll known to exist, the strongest vehicle immobilizing substance: the VHS tape.
Walking through the harbor, I'd seen a man on the ground, face up, dead eyes screaming for help, with his ankles twisted around. Tape attached his leg to his shoe; his shoe to the ground.
In his hand, a roll of tape.
Maybe it's morbid that I decided to have fun with it, but hell, I'm not just going to leave it there. I climb up a mast and start tying some tape around a large sail, and I slip, losing my balance, the tape already attached to the sheet. I reach up and grab something to steady myself.
Shit. It's the VHS tape. | 7 | null |
Casumarzu | t3_xfc9t | WritingPrompts | c5q1z25 | 1,344,444,762 | t3_xfc9t | Officer JC stood at the entrance of the maze. She looked at the ransom note once more: I have the boy. Meet me at the center of the labyrinth in thirteen hours or you'll never see him again. The clock was ticking. She drew her Beretta and held out her right hand to the wall of the maze. There was no time for a wrong turn. She charged into the maze, disturbing a hidden owl. JC's heart was pounding with rage. When she found the kidnapper, she would kill him. This was personal.
She heard rustling ahead and crouched down. "It's OK, I'm a friend" growled someone through the hedge. JC proceeded with extreme caution. A short, portly man stepped out from a hedge wall. "I want to help you! You see, I've been imprisoned here. Maybe you could save me?" "You know the way?" said JC. "Oh, yes. Follow me", said the man. JC saw an evil grin as he turned away. "What's your name?" she asked. "H-" BANG! The empty shell hit the cobblestone. No one can be trusted within the labyrinth.
JC looked at the clock-tower that rose above the maze. 20 minutes left. She ran through twists and turns, searching for the heart of the maze. She heard laughter from through the hedge. "I wasn't expecting you to make it this far", said a rich, resonating voice. Shots were fired in the direction of the voice. "That's not fair!" teased the voice. JC's trusted handgun crumpled in her hand. "Now I have the upper hand." taunted the voice. JC turned another corner to see her little brother sitting patiently on a stone platform, unhurt.
Her attention was turned to a strange figure lounging on a stone bench. He laughed. shaking his blond mane. His painted face smiled, "You win". JC roared, "I'll kill you!" as she charged forward. The man held up a hand. JC stopped, mid-stride, shaking. The world around her began to change. It was as if she had entered a new dimension. Laughter echoed around her. Struggling against this unseen force she shouted, "You have no power over me!" The dreamworld shattered like glass around her. She was back in the maze, but the man was gone. She grabbed her brother and ran. She kept running when the maze was far behind.
| 3 | null |
Rape_Van_Winkle | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q2094 | 1,344,444,875 | t3_xvr6e | "Ok honey, see you a little later," Sam shouted to his wife as the front door thudded close. Peering through the blinds, he watched as the car rolled past the gate, closing automatically behind it. Sam exhaled slowly, turned, and made his way to the top floor of the estate.
More attic, than livable space, the top floor was a catchall for furniture, clothes from past decade's fashions, and memories slowly turning into the dust that filled the stale air.
Sam slowly strolled through the large room, pausing every few feet to catch his breath and listen for any unsuspecting reappearance from his wife. Towards the end of the room the sun sliced through the dust illuminating a yellow hue on cluster of dressers and desks.
Sam fetched the aptly placed screwdriver from the bottom drawers of one of the desks. Used his own weight to shift the desk a few feet, and reveal the loose floor board underneath. Both knees and floor boards creaking, Sam lowered himself and pried the floorboard lose. Reached in and pulled out three manila envelopes and a VHS tape. Sighing, Sam said to himself, "No one knows." | 2 | null |
[deleted] | t3_xl74p | WritingPrompts | c5q20py | 1,344,444,918 | t3_xl74p | Is it alright if the story is, like, way longer than 750 words? | 1 | null |
BonobosBanana | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q2124 | 1,344,444,950 | t3_xvr6e | Sam really couldn’t be more excited with his find, well, curiosity would be a better way to describe those feelings. He would call work and tell them he wasn’t able to come in today. The excuse as meaningless as the job that he would be skipping.
How long had Sam waited for this? How many days had he spent as a slave to forgotten desires? No longer!
Sam removed the venerated tape from the throwaway cardboard case, fingers brushing over the label with writing lost to time. His mind flashed back to a simpler time, one where he was happy. A time where the pain hadn’t consumed him.
The screen flashed as he stared at it. The scene before his eyes, one that could only reside in memory. Two people, a beautiful woman in her white dress and a man in his black tuxedo, blissfully united before their friends and family. Friends and family Sam hadn’t talked with in quite sometime, ever since the sickness claimed the gorgeous woman.
He sat back in the chair, the barrel neared his temple. ‘My body will sit here’ he thought to himself.
Sit there it did, just as forgotten as his happiness. | 2 | null |
[deleted] | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q21cy | 1,344,444,979 | t3_xvr6e | He tore purposefully through the myriad of boxes and bags that littered the less visited recesses of their house. It was here somewhere. He was fairly sure he hadn't thrown it out and positive she hadn't; she never threw anything out. His hands were dry and the cuticles on his finger tips were splitting. Each frantic opening of a new box hurt more than the last. Hours of searching had lead him here to the very last box in the darkest and dustiest corner of the attic. Anxiously he tore at the tape on the top of the box.
His heart fluttered the dim light revealed an obsolete video recorder with AV cords still attached. Quickly he tossed it aside to rummage through the black plastic cartridges underneath. *Summer holiday '94.. No. Darren and Christine Wedding.. No. Allan's 25th.. No.* He piled the few tapes without labels carefully and hopefully to one side, tossing the others aimlessly and without regard. *damn it, where is it?*
Soon he sat staring at the empty bottom of a long forgotten box. He wanted to cry, but didn't have the energy. Defeated, he gathered up the nameless tapes and listlessly made his way down the creaky pull down stairs and into his living room. One by one he tried the tapes. A trip to the zoo. A niece's graduation. Another birthday video of a long forgotten acquaintance. None were what he was searching for. He screamed a single wordless syllable as he tore the VCR from the entertainment unit and threw it at the wall where it shattered into a thousand countless pieces.
He kneeled in front of the TV, staring at the floor and his filthy blue jeans. *How could it not be here? How could we immortalise every mundane moment on film and not keep this one. Why did we even buy that fucking camera?* He raised his head, looking nowhere in particular. *The camera!* He sprang to his feet and raced back up the creaky stairs to the dark corner of the attic. He tossed boxes to both sides in a flurry until he found it and rushed back down to the TV in the living room. His hands shaking, he fumbled to plug the AV cords into the television's face. He pressed the little on symbol and averted his eyes as he rewound.
The cam corder clicked and looked to the screen. The TV buzzed and hissed with static, his heart, it seemed, had stopped beating at all. An image appeared. His own image. He was sitting on his sofa in his old ripped jeans and an out of fashion, brightly coloured shirt. Beer in hand. The camera bobbed toward him. "What are you doing?" he said, smirking. "Turn that thing off."
"No," a sweet, familiar voice giggled "I want to capture you just like this."
His image gestured to his beaten clothes with it's free hand. "Like this?"
"Yeah." The pretty voice sung back. "In case something ever happens to you, I want to be able to look back at this tape and remember you just as you are right now."
"And how am I right now?" His image teased.
"You're beautiful," she said "and I love you."
He looked back to the floor where a small patch had darkened. His mouth tasted of salt water. He paused and rewound a few seconds.
"And I love you."
Rewind.
"I love you." | 4 | null |
traysledding | t1_c5q0nqx | WritingPrompts | c5q21tv | 1,344,445,024 | t3_x6y4p | 不行 | 14 | null |
kruns | t3_xvvs1 | WritingPrompts | c5q221n | 1,344,445,045 | t3_xvvs1 | Do you I mind if I use one of these images to post my own prompt? I am interested in seeing the stories that could come from this http://i.imgur.com/k1Hfl.jpg/ | 1 | null |
Satan_Worshiper | t1_c5q1x1r | WritingPrompts | c5q22g6 | 1,344,445,086 | t3_x6y4p | HAIL SATAN | 63 | null |
seabears1216 | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q23jl | 1,344,445,191 | t3_xvr6e | Ronan was inspecting every dirt smudged letter and word on the label of the VHS tape. The plastic outside of the tape was cracked and the young man pondered what the contents of the tape was. He slowly eased the tape into his VHS. After much fuzz and distortion on the television, a good looking young man appeared on the screen. He said one sentence before the tape ended, "Mary. I want you to know that I love you." The screen went black. Ronan pondered what he saw for a second, then walked out of his apartment and took on the busy streets of New York City. The young man knew this was the beginning of and adventure. | 1 | null |
parkonmars | t1_c5k74vr | WritingPrompts | c5q23y4 | 1,344,445,225 | t3_x6y4p | You spelled traysledding's name wrong in the edit btw. | 25 | null |
Desc3000 | t1_c5q221n | WritingPrompts | c5q24ls | 1,344,445,288 | t3_xvvs1 | No problem! Use whatever you like. I only own one of these pictures anyway, haha. | 1 | null |
[deleted] | t1_c5q21cy | WritingPrompts | c5q24tr | 1,344,445,309 | t3_xvr6e | First time posting here and I just noticed the word limit... That I clearly overstepped. | 3 | null |
t3hrabb1t | t1_c5q0gnz | WritingPrompts | c5q25f4 | 1,344,445,369 | t3_x6y4p | recited the whole alphabet... this guy speaks the truth | 36 | null |
error9900 | t1_c5q1s88 | WritingPrompts | c5q25pf | 1,344,445,394 | t3_x6y4p | Get the thief! | 6 | null |
Buzzboy | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q25sd | 1,344,445,402 | t3_xvr6e | The light from the screen swallows the little room. He's never seen this before but he's pretty sure on how it ends. He slinks back into his world wondering why bother. Someone told him to watch this, he remembers. "Highly recommended". That's the only thing keeping him here. So he watches the tape as it drones on with its everyday plot and its everyday characters.
Sure that there were some parts that were pretty good. But what's the point of watching something that's interspersed with one part joy and nine parts shit. Doesn't seem worth it to him. He stands up, the screen light casting a grim silhouette behind him. The shadow envelops the room as he approaches the television. His back cracks as he bends down to eject the tape.
Finger on button, just a push and it'll all be over. He raises his head to the screen. Did it get better? On the screen is a pixelated toilet of waste. The light dies. The tape whirs out of the VCR, but he doesn't take it out. He sits there in the dark as nothing wipes the tears away. The darkness blankets his cold soul as he dreams naught. | 1 | null |
[deleted] | t1_c5q0u0x | WritingPrompts | c5q26x1 | 1,344,445,512 | t3_x6y4p | Uuhat ſımple tımes they uuere.
Edit: I like yours too! | 484 | null |
Unbelievr | t1_c5q144r | WritingPrompts | c5q26x7 | 1,344,445,513 | t3_x6y4p | Suddenly; Xylophones! | 49 | null |
mrwelchman | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q272u | 1,344,445,526 | t3_xvr6e | It was delivered by a smiling singing messenger with an unnaturally cheery disposition in a plain manila envelope, the kind Walter usually associated with news ranging from terrible to horrible. "Ahoy! Just need your X and the date, heck any letter and date, on the line and I'll be on my way," he said melodically. An unlabelled, unremarkable, and thanks to the lack of return address, untraceable videotape. Bothered by the arrogance of those who exude cheeriness before 9 and the VHS sitting on his coffee table, Walter lit up a cigarette and stared at the tape. It looked heavier than it was, like it was made from the surface of a black hole, it could subdue a sunbeam.
Barbara has a VCR, Walter remembered. He murdered the cigarette, crushing it into the faux-crystal ashtray. He knocked on Barbara's door, explained his situation, and before he could ask she excitedly offered her VCR's services. "How exciting," she giggled. He inserted the tape. The television came to life and Walter's eyes widened. The image was him, sitting on his couch, smoke flowing out of his nostrils, staring at a videotape. | 6 | null |
dragonite_life | t1_c5jsa7s | WritingPrompts | c5q279j | 1,344,445,546 | t3_x6y4p | This is very impressive, and a joy to read. I hope you keep writing. | 1 | null |
kujustin | t1_c5q0mz1 | WritingPrompts | c5q27bt | 1,344,445,552 | t3_x6y4p | This doesn't quite make sense grammatically, I don't think. I'm not positive. | 5 | null |
derpderp3200 | t1_c5q07sc | WritingPrompts | c5q27nm | 1,344,445,580 | t3_x6y4p | Excuse me, but I don't get the joke. Can somebody explain? | 3 | null |
[deleted] | t1_c5q0u0x | WritingPrompts | c5q2807 | 1,344,445,612 | t3_x6y4p | uuhy fo feriouf? | 118 | null |
Bennythen00b | t1_c5q22g6 | WritingPrompts | c5q28lw | 1,344,445,672 | t3_x6y4p | I uh.. I'd rather not. | 26 | null |
RyanKinder | t1_c5q20py | WritingPrompts | c5q28t5 | 1,344,445,693 | t3_xl74p | It could be novel length. Only a minimum is specified. :) | 2 | null |
RankWeis | t1_c5q24tr | WritingPrompts | c5q298c | 1,344,445,729 | t3_xvr6e | You may also be an alien who uses base 300? | 3 | null |
eggsssssssss | t1_c5q18bh | WritingPrompts | c5q29fw | 1,344,445,751 | t3_xvr6e | OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! | 5 | null |
[deleted] | t1_c5q28t5 | WritingPrompts | c5q2ac0 | 1,344,445,840 | t3_xl74p | My shorts rarely pass 10k words, so no worries there. | 1 | null |
OfThriceAndTen | t1_c5q28lw | WritingPrompts | c5q2aet | 1,344,445,848 | t3_x6y4p | Er, wanna grab a beer. You look like you've seen a ghost. | 10 | null |
Oddly_Enough | t1_c5q1msz | WritingPrompts | c5q2ayt | 1,344,445,900 | t3_xvr6e | holy crap... (i had to check today's date lol, this is awesome) | 13 | null |
Anglophilia | t1_c5q27nm | WritingPrompts | c5q2bbs | 1,344,445,937 | t3_x6y4p | During the 2004 election, Kerry was listing the meager allies we had for the Iraq War ("Great Britain and... uh..."), and Bush was quick to remind him that he "forgot Poland," as if having Poland as an ally vindicated the whole thing. | 29 | null |
redditor-for-2-hours | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q2bi2 | 1,344,445,954 | t3_xvr6e | "What the heck is this?" Steve said whilst peering into an old, dusty cardboard box.
"That, son, is a vhs tape. Before we had blu-ray...and before we had dvds...or dvr...or on demand...we had vhs tapes to watch." Steve's father smiled as he pulled the unmarked tape from the box, "It's been in this box in the basement for years."
"What's on it?" Steve asked, curiosity getting to the best of him.
"I don't remember. I don't know if it even works anymore." Steve's father handed his son the tape to examine.
"How do we play it on the tv? Or can we hook it up to the computer?" Steve's eyes grew bright with excitement.
"You need a VHS player. Although, ours broke before you were born. I don't know if any store even sells them anymore." Steve's father laughed, "I guess we'll never know what was on that old thing." | 6 | null |
georgiamax | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q2bom | 1,344,445,972 | t3_xvr6e | As she pulled the VHS out of the rewinder, she sighed. As she pushed it in the VHS player, she sniffed.
When the TV came to life, she saw a beautiful circus, red and yellow and black and flowers and clowns and lions and elephants, and her horses. Her beautiful horses. A black one, a white one, the paint. All dancing and singing in front of her.
The acrobat was warming up, leaping from the near top of a thousand foot pole plunging to his death, he made it though! The circus master and the lion were in the cage, surely the circus master would be eaten when he tried to put his head in the lions mouth! And the dancers were finally out, doing their exotic number. Clowns now, in little cars!
The nurses aide came in. She turned off the TV. She left.
The old woman cried.
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FuckingDelicious | t3_xudzp | WritingPrompts | c5q2cg0 | 1,344,446,041 | t3_xudzp | For whatever reason, it seems I need to write each night or my head gets too full... I've noticed that if I'm too busy to write at all before I go to bed, the next day I'll feel "out of it," like I have too much to think about. To me, writing has the same effect that the Pensieve has in Harry Potter-it's my way of "clearing out my head." | 2 | null |
yourpenisinmyhand | t1_c5q1t1h | WritingPrompts | c5q2cma | 1,344,446,057 | t3_x6y4p | http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYc05gZFly0&t=0m2s | 2 | null |
grey_eyed_athena | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q2ei1 | 1,344,446,236 | t3_xvr6e | It came in the mail, wrapped in parchment paper and tied with a string. This wasn't another heartbreaking letter. I wonder what they sent this time.
I snapped the string with a pair of scissors and slid back the paper to reveal the cassette with neat cursive handwriting across the label that was too smudged for me to make out.
They had written to me over the past few months with painstaking detail of their life. I had been under the impression for some time that it was a lonely elderly neighbor. A crazy neighbor perhaps, but harmless. The video was a surprise to me. For someone who is that kind of recluse, revealing your identity, even revealing your voice would take a huge effort.
I worked up the courage to finally dig out the VCR, hook it up, and pop the tape in. First static, then a happy laugh. The camera focused and showed a little girl running around a yard with a bubble wand in her hand giggling as the person with the camera chased after her. The little girl, finally out of breath, turned around, pouted, and pointed her bubble wand at the camera.
It was me.
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BonobosBanana | t1_c5q221n | WritingPrompts | c5q2emh | 1,344,446,251 | t3_xvvs1 | Well you haven't given a prompt, but I wrote something short for you:
The tower rose above the land, reaching as if to block out all but the celestial bodies that illuminated it. A temple of man it was once called, but now it was remnant of the past. The technology that once made it cutting-edge, falling by the wayside as successors far more powerful and efficient were developed.
Yet it still stood, as the world passed it by. Much like the old caretaker that still lived and maintained it, who would stumble into town once a month. He limited his trips, because the staring of the children perturbed him.
He knew why they stared, because of the disfiguring scars on his face from the electrical accident he had as a young man. It was, after all, the type of small town that a rumor could reach one end to the other in less than a day.
The old man was wrong, the scars mattered as little to the children as much as the outdated technology of the tower.
For them, the man and the tower were not symbols of something old and broken.
They were symbols of the dream they all shared, to get out of this small town. To reach for the stars… | 4 | null |
DeathFromWithin | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q2eri | 1,344,446,264 | t3_xvr6e | **Went for a bit of a different approach, hope thats ok? I'm new here.**
Wordless in our search for food, only spattering sounds of tiny claws on concrete. The terrible giants are certainly gone for the time being, as even the haunting glow of the noise box have ceased for the night. There are a few sources in the air tonight, but we remember to beware that nutty, woody smell. The lightning snap that snatched up our brother and soaked his fur with the dark ooze within was well renowned in our family; none of us would ever let our hunger betray us to the same end. No, tonight our noses guide us amongst the fuzzy and funky stinks that had been haphazardly left strewn about. Suddenly, gold! The olfactory glory drew us scampering towards the source. Atop the hard, irregular rectangle, and sunken into the white circles therein lie the holy grail. The shards of a chocolate cookie crumbled carelessly across what is now a very shrine to our fickle overlords. We feasted on the crumbs with revelrous fervor, digging into those circular dimples of the plastic box, when suddenly, all was alight. Thundering footsteps, and then, a shriek from Karen. "MOM! THERE'S A MOUSE IN THE BASEMENT ON MY VIDEO TAPE!" Damn. | 4 | null |
[deleted] | t1_c5q27nm | WritingPrompts | c5q2fbn | 1,344,446,317 | t3_x6y4p | It's from a [debate](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mahTGNIk4q4) during the 2004 U.S. elections. | 2 | null |
icansaywhatever | t1_c5q1rc8 | WritingPrompts | c5q2ffb | 1,344,446,329 | t3_xvr6e | Nice. I like how it stands out from the other, ultra-deep ones around (not that those are bad, just a different type of story). | 1 | null |
[deleted] | t1_c5q27nm | WritingPrompts | c5q2g39 | 1,344,446,392 | t3_x6y4p | It's something [George Bush](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mahTGNIk4q4) said. | 3 | null |
RyanKinder | t1_c5q24tr | WritingPrompts | c5q2gb3 | 1,344,446,412 | t3_xvr6e | What's great about flash fiction is learning to self edit. I often write well over the word limit, then play the role of editor and figure out what redundancies exist. It helps you learn how to be more concise with your stories. | 3 | null |
Bennythen00b | t1_c5q2aet | WritingPrompts | c5q2gbd | 1,344,446,413 | t3_x6y4p | Yes please, that would be delightful. | 4 | null |
icansaywhatever | t1_c5q2bom | WritingPrompts | c5q2gdv | 1,344,446,420 | t3_xvr6e | I swear, these onions came out of nowhere! | 3 | null |
Slayers_Dream | t1_c5pase6 | WritingPrompts | c5q2gt5 | 1,344,446,462 | t3_xqa1u | This made me tear up a little, I have always been closest to my english teachers, something about them just makes us get alonng, probably shared interests! You're teacher sounded awesome. | 2 | null |
gayz0r | t3_x6y4p | WritingPrompts | c5q2gyl | 1,344,446,476 | t3_x6y4p | If you were from Sweden the story would be 3 sentences longer :) | 2 | null |
listn2moremetal | t1_c5q2aet | WritingPrompts | c5q2i7b | 1,344,446,596 | t3_x6y4p | Not sure if username is GoT reference... | 5 | null |
Arbuthnot | t1_c5q2ayt | WritingPrompts | c5q2ioe | 1,344,446,638 | t3_xvr6e | Thank you! This is the first time I've submitted to this subreddit so I'm glad you like it :D | 7 | null |
AgentSteel | t1_c5q22g6 | WritingPrompts | c5q2j09 | 1,344,446,673 | t3_x6y4p | http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dJQSIQwl6c
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[deleted] | t3_xvr6e | WritingPrompts | c5q2ja6 | 1,344,446,698 | t3_xvr6e | [deleted] | 6 | null |
liarliar415 | t1_c5q2807 | WritingPrompts | c5q2jf8 | 1,344,446,712 | t3_x6y4p | "that'f just houu uue uurite f'ef you ftupid fhithead"
-George Uuafhington | 84 | null |
wee_little_puppetman | t1_c5q2807 | WritingPrompts | c5q2jue | 1,344,446,750 | t3_x6y4p | It'ſ not an f, dammit! | 43 | null |
books_and_tattoos | t1_c5ok7fg | WritingPrompts | c5q2mhl | 1,344,447,001 | t3_xo6tl | Kitchen fire for me. | 1 | null |
grey_eyed_athena | t1_c5q11cp | WritingPrompts | c5q2mj9 | 1,344,447,006 | t3_xvr6e | I was thinking about doing a similar story! Well executed! | 4 | null |
The__Allower | t1_c5q0u0x | WritingPrompts | c5q2nht | 1,344,447,097 | t3_x6y4p | I'll allouu it. | 17 | null |
grey_eyed_athena | t1_c5q15tf | WritingPrompts | c5q2o0w | 1,344,447,152 | t3_xvr6e | You write well in this POV. I'm not usually fond of so much dialogue, but this was well done (and scary). | 5 | null |
RyanKinder | t1_c5q2gyl | WritingPrompts | c5q2o22 | 1,344,447,156 | t3_x6y4p | F would be for FAEN! :) | 2 | null |
Danigickle | t1_c5jwapj | WritingPrompts | c5q2oms | 1,344,447,212 | t3_x6y4p | Wow that's so sad :( | 3 | null |
DrMasterBlaster | t1_c5q0u0x | WritingPrompts | c5q2p1g | 1,344,447,252 | t3_x6y4p | I was always under the impression that the "W" was the combination of two "V"s, hence the french (latin) pronunciation of "Ve" and "Dubleve" or "Double V". | 9 | null |
steve_yo | t1_c5q0u0x | WritingPrompts | c5q2p41 | 1,344,447,260 | t3_x6y4p | Now, my story begins in 19-dickety-two. We had to say "dickety"
'cause that Kaiser had stolen our word "twenty" | 34 | null |
traysledding | t1_c5q2cma | WritingPrompts | c5q2pbc | 1,344,447,278 | t3_x6y4p | just 4 u | 2 | null |
giveitago | t1_c5pzx55 | WritingPrompts | c5q2qfm | 1,344,447,390 | t3_x6y4p | Wet went the knife.
This reads well but all the sentences are around the same length. It loses some drama as a result. Wet went the knife corrects this. | 1 | null |
bardwick | t1_c5q1pac | WritingPrompts | c5q2sr9 | 1,344,447,629 | t3_x6y4p | [Weightlessness cradled the man as the years of dedication rolled off his shoulders and the faintest smile, | 7 | null |
KingCroesus | t1_c5pzx55 | WritingPrompts | c5q2ss3 | 1,344,447,632 | t3_x6y4p | "Weightlessness" | -1 | null |
stonepickaxe | t1_c5q11cp | WritingPrompts | c5q2ssz | 1,344,447,635 | t3_xvr6e | Very impressive. | 4 | null |
sfanetti | t1_c5jsa7s | WritingPrompts | c5q2t7h | 1,344,447,677 | t3_x6y4p | AND THEN? | 7 | null |
sfanetti | t1_c5jsa7s | WritingPrompts | c5q2tbb | 1,344,447,689 | t3_x6y4p | Good story - seriously. | 2 | null |
zeefomiv | t1_c5pzx55 | WritingPrompts | c5q2tvt | 1,344,447,749 | t3_x6y4p | >Weightlessness cradled the man as the years of dedication rolled off his shoulders and the faintest smile,the first in years,appeared on his face as he worked the knife.
He didn't forget W. Unless the [ ] 's make it invalid or something? | 2 | null |
Satans_Jewels | t1_c5q2jf8 | WritingPrompts | c5q2ukz | 1,344,447,819 | t3_x6y4p | UUashington* | 17 | null |
traysledding | t1_c5q2qfm | WritingPrompts | c5q2vqq | 1,344,447,929 | t3_x6y4p | you are correct. It'd probably change if it went beyond draft 1.1b. | 3 | null |
eyeball_head | t1_c5q0u0x | WritingPrompts | c5q2vtb | 1,344,447,936 | t3_x6y4p | But I wanted him two u's a W instead. | 7 | null |
MetalMan77 | t1_c5q2jf8 | WritingPrompts | c5q2vxw | 1,344,447,948 | t3_x6y4p | *uue | 5 | null |
thefarkinator | t3_xudzp | WritingPrompts | c5q2xcq | 1,344,448,085 | t3_xudzp | The open road is rather relieving. Driving west, looking at the countryside, seeing nothing but plains. No one to talk to but yourself. Might as well write down the conversations. Driving is monotonous. Stay in the right lane, when someone is going particularly slowly, you pass them. And yet, you realize that you're only behind another car. Are you making progress or are you just running to stand still? You pass another car, thinking that the car you passed was the last. Thinking that you'll be free for once. You speed up in celebration of reaching the open road. Funny how when confronted with breathing space we seek to gobble it up as soon as possible. And before you know it, you're behind another car. | 2 | null |
Lisappe | t1_c5q2jf8 | WritingPrompts | c5q2xgl | 1,344,448,095 | t3_x6y4p | Houu* | 5 | null |
ComeOnCantBeThatBad | t1_c5pzx55 | WritingPrompts | c5q2y5h | 1,344,448,161 | t3_x6y4p | What a fucking idiot. Have a downvote faggot
Edit: Apparently I can't downvote pieces of shit in this subreddit. How gay | -27 | null |
zeimbo | t3_x6y4p | WritingPrompts | c5q2yar | 1,344,448,175 | t3_x6y4p | not sure anyone here likes underground hip hop but heres one of my favorite [songs] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvPnM2Q1nwU) using alphabetic order.. | 2 | null |
OfThriceAndTen | t1_c5q2i7b | WritingPrompts | c5q2yim | 1,344,448,195 | t3_x6y4p | Game of Thrones? No, its a combination of 13, my lucky number and Of Mice And Men by John Steinbeck. | 12 | null |
StockPhotosOfFruit | t3_x6y4p | WritingPrompts | c5q2ywt | 1,344,448,232 | t3_x6y4p | All throughout my childhood have been memories of fruit. Beautiful, delectable, and tasty fruit. Children on my block used to gather around and play with fruit, except one child never came outside, and only watched the children play. Daniel Honeydew. Everyone knew of him, because he was a household name, but nobody dared speak to him. Fruit was never the main part of Daniel's life, in fact when brought up in conversation, he ignored it.
Gradeschool came, and Daniel was the outcast. How he made it to graduating college is beyond me. I don't recall him ever having a group of friends. Just him and his lunch, alone at the table. Kids used to poke and make fun of him, and when they did, he ate in the bathroom. Let's not forget the fact that kids in the bathroom used to poke fun at him as well. My friends always used to ask me how Daniel Honeydew was as a neighbor, and I never knew what to respond. Not one of our neighbors talked to the Honeydew family, let alone Daniel Honeydew.
Over time, Honeydew grew into a mysterious and elegant highschooler. People in high school were not as nasty to him, but as the technological age developed, so did Cyberbullying. "Quarterback Jack" (Jack Hendelson from the Football Team) used to taunt Daniel by making fake Facebook accounts of girls, which led Daniel Honeydew to pure humility and disappointment. Right as the technological age got smarter, Daniel Honeydew got smarter. Soon after, Daniel was hacking "Quarterback Jack's" Facebook and reverting the Cyberbullying back to him. This not only proved that Daniel was evolving into a smarter being, but also one with a sense of humor at that.
Under his coat of excellence and pseudo-superiority however, was a shy timid boy who had met a girl at school named Melanie Waters, whom Daniel tried very much to impress. Violet flowers, classical music, and fake champagne. While Melanie Waters barely knew him, Daniel made his romantic dates with her a giant ordeal. "Xoxoxo," was written on signs all over his house, which I thought was very creepy.
Years later, it was moving day with Melanie to Ohio, and Daniel Honeydew became the man I, my friends, or "Quarterback Jack" never was. Zooming by in his Cadillac for the last time I saw him on my block, the past 'children' and I looked at each other, and saw what became of the 'weird' kid on the block. | 10 | null |
perrycarter | t1_c5q2t7h | WritingPrompts | c5q304b | 1,344,448,349 | t3_x6y4p | NO AND THEN! | 5 | null |
Mooreplease | t1_c5pzx55 | WritingPrompts | c5q30e2 | 1,344,448,374 | t3_x6y4p | Weightlessness.... | -1 | null |
listn2moremetal | t1_c5q2yim | WritingPrompts | c5q319y | 1,344,448,459 | t3_x6y4p | Ah, ok. There's a point in Game of Thrones where someone is looking for a "maid of three and ten" and I got really excited :( | 7 | null |
kittyportals | t3_xu4f0 | WritingPrompts | c5q32de | 1,344,448,563 | t3_xu4f0 | Kari awoke that morning feeling very tired. Something felt wrong, and it wasn't just the argument she had had with Rob the night before. She checked his side of the bed. He was up, as always, before she was. The dog had climbed up to his pillow, and was resting his head there, tail thumping. "Oh Ferris, you're such a hound." She smiled and rolled out of bed, and Ferris jumped down with her, barking happily. She hopped over to the tall curtains covering the floor to ceiling windows, and threw them open. The street below was deserted. "That's odd," she thought, as she searched up and down the street three stories below, seeing no one. It was a Wednesday morning in downtown Paris, and it was already 9AM. The streets should have been busy with cars, bicycles, shoppers stopping in at the small stores on the first floor. Everything was quiet, as though everyone had woken to the beautiful summer morning, and decided that today would begin their vacation.
Her first thought was to run downstairs and turn on the TV. She flew down the stairs, her nightgown billowing around her legs and Ferris almost tripping her as he hurried down with her. "Rob! Rob! What's going on, you should see the street! Oh, and Ferris needs to go out. Rob?" There was no answer from Rob. She couldn't see him on the first floor, anywhere. Their apartment, though in a historic building, had been remodeled on an open plan, and it was clear that, unless he was in the bathroom, Rob was not downstairs. "Rob! Rob! Where are you! Rob!" Now she was irritated. It wasn't like him not to wake her when he got up, not to have breakfast ready and the coffee on. She remembered the argument the night before. "Oh, god, I wonder if he's out pouting at the coffee shop." It really wasn't that important an argument. Just the typical money fight that couples sometimes have. Kari had lost her job, and Rob's finance position, though it paid well, wasn't enough to maintain the lifestyle they'd come to enjoy. He had bought a new Vespa without talking with her about it, and that made her angry. Not the Vespa, really, but the failure to ask about it. Maybe she was just sensitive because she lost her job.
She had forgotten about the TV, in worrying about Rob. She ran over and turned it on, to the national news station, and ran up the stairs to get her cell phone to call Rob. Faintly, she heard the news reporter talking about "martial law." Kari didn't speak French fluently, but she could understand the basic French used for the news. She ran down the stairs again to see if she had heard right, clutching her phone in her hand. It was turned off, and she quickly hit the power button while glancing back at the news. What she saw made her gasp. There were tanks in the streets of Paris, and not only in Paris, but in all of Europe. She made out the words, "Euro collapsed" and started to panic. Her phone signaled that it was on, and she saw she had a text message from Rob. "I had to go into work early, honey. The banks are collapsing, not just here, but around the world. We're in real trouble." The next message was just a few minutes ago. "They've declared martial law. I can't get home yet; they're working on it for us. Stay inside Kari. They said nonessential people on the street will be subject to arrest." Ferris whined. "Oh crap, Ferris. You have to go outside. I hope no one minds if we use the courtyard." Dogs weren't allowed in the garden courtyard, but Kari had no choice. Outside in the beautiful garden, everything was peaceful. The beautifully arranged flower gardens made her think of her in laws' farm. They grew lavender in the south. They kept some cows, sheep, and chickens too, for their own use, and had a beautiful vegetable garden as well. For the moment, she could forget the problems of the world. | 2 | null |
crazymusicman | t1_c5q2jf8 | WritingPrompts | c5q32do | 1,344,448,562 | t3_x6y4p | *f'ef | 4 | null |
Newguy23 | t1_c5pzx55 | WritingPrompts | c5q338t | 1,344,448,646 | t3_x6y4p | [Weightlessness cradled....] <-- right before "X on his...." | -1 | null |
BlackAsHell | t1_c5q2ukz | WritingPrompts | c5q34hy | 1,344,448,768 | t3_x6y4p | UUafington* | 15 | null |
mikegfx | t1_c5jsa7s | WritingPrompts | c5q34wl | 1,344,448,806 | t3_x6y4p | This is great. I definitely would have copped out at some point with a sentence like: '"Xylophone", he shouted randomly at the tops of his lungs. Years of labor and sweat and frustration and joy and love and hate made him yell random things at the top of his lungs.' | 10 | null |
aenemacanal | t3_xudzp | WritingPrompts | c5q34yc | 1,344,448,812 | t3_xudzp | Making people laugh. | 1 | null |
koreaneverlose | t1_c5q34hy | WritingPrompts | c5q359i | 1,344,448,844 | t3_x6y4p | UUafhington* | 36 | null |
[deleted] | t1_c5q2i7b | WritingPrompts | c5q3606 | 1,344,448,907 | t3_x6y4p | It is known... | 2 | null |
Bunnyfloppyearz | t1_c5jsa7s | WritingPrompts | c5q36bq | 1,344,448,938 | t3_x6y4p | This was pure brilliance. Keep writing and don't deny the world your gift. | 2 | null |
HirschyKiss | t1_c5q18bh | WritingPrompts | c5q37qm | 1,344,449,072 | t3_xvr6e | The italics on brandie were a nice touch, I read it in my head as really patronizing. | 6 | null |
RyanKinder | t1_c5q23y4 | WritingPrompts | c5q397g | 1,344,449,211 | t3_x6y4p | Fixed. Cheers. :) | 23 | null |
RyanKinder | t1_c5q26x7 | WritingPrompts | c5q39jc | 1,344,449,242 | t3_x6y4p | X-Rays of Xylophones! | 12 | null |
momzill | t3_xvvs1 | WritingPrompts | c5q39rn | 1,344,449,262 | t3_xvvs1 | You know what I find interesting, that I have approximately half of the same images. Hmm. | 1 | null |
RyanKinder | t1_c5q1i82 | WritingPrompts | c5q3ad0 | 1,344,449,317 | t3_x6y4p | ...on the World Wide Web! | 9 | null |
pat5168 | t1_c5q0v36 | WritingPrompts | c5q3cvo | 1,344,449,556 | t3_x6y4p | Well that's retarded that one of its definitions literally means not literally. | 22 | null |
Their_Police | t1_c5q0v36 | WritingPrompts | c5q3d3i | 1,344,449,577 | t3_x6y4p | Tried to explain this to someone in real life yesterday. They said it was a load of codswallop and wouldn't believe me. | 3 | null |
darksmiles22 | t1_c5q2i7b | WritingPrompts | c5q3edr | 1,344,449,702 | t3_x6y4p | I'm thinking more a combination of tribute to *Of Mice And Men* and the superstition surrounding the number thirteen. Your username on the other hand has me stumped - could it be an homage to the village blacksmith of old? | 2 | null |
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