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you 're bored so decide to have a conversation with yourself . | i laid in my bed staring at the ceiling . *what to do ... * i wondered as i observed my eye floaters glide across my field of vision . this continued for a few minutes until i decided to turn over and try to nap even though it was three in the afternoon . i started to have a half dream . you know , the kind of dream that 's a mix between a day dream and a real dream . i napped for about ten minutes and when i woke up i was a little thirsty , so i got out of my bed , walked over the dirty clothes on the floor , and opened my door . on my way to the kitchen i got the sudden urge to talk to someone . my phone had died earlier and i left my charger at work , so i was alone . *maybe i should talk to myself , * i thought . then i had one of those moments where you say `` you know what ? i 'm alone , so fuck it . '' | wp |
every story ever told on earth has actually happened in another dimension , and you devise a way to freely travel between them . | harry ran as fast as he could . sweat dripped into his eyes and his heart hammered so hard he was sure it was going to explode . he looked over his shoulder and saw the walkers still following . everywhere he looked were walkers closing in on him and dan . `` you 're an idiot , harry , '' dan gasped as he ran next to his friend . `` why the hell did you pick *the walking dead* as the first place to test this stupid thing ? '' `` i thought it would be cool , '' harry managed to say as he fought with the remote , trying and trying to type in the return home code . it was no use though . he could n't type the whole thing in while they were running . there was another option though . | wp |
you return home from work and your girlfriend is not home . you text her `` where are you ? '' and she responds `` im home , where are you ? '' | i waved goodbye to the cab driver and walked up the front steps , my briefcase hitting my knees in pounding defeat . what a day . i always worked long hours , but the past couple months had been 14-hour days that left me dead exhausted . the only excitement i felt was to see my wife and hear about her day . she had this real melodic voice , ya know , and no matter what she talked about it lifted my mood a bit . i know she 'd had book club that morning , a regular doctor 's checkup that afternoon . i wanted to hear every detail . i opened the door and called her name . no response . her shoes were n't flung under the table in the foyer , and her coat was n't on the hook , so i texted her . *hey , where are you ? * her response popped up only moments later . | wp |
a worldwide dictatorship rises to power and people are psychologically analysed then subsequently sorted/dealt with/assigned a home by their internet search history . | “ what do you mean i 'm a goddamn pervert ? ” i sigh . i do n't make the *fucking* rules . every asshole has this imperfect chip on their shoulder . 'oh , no i did n't search that . ' yeah , no . 'but it was just this one time , let me explain ... ' . fuck off . i do not care . i already goddamned know you searched it in a fit of inebriation and curiosity . fun fact : go fuck yourself . just take your ticket and leave . “ yes , you are pervert class . | wp |
3 men living on welfare cheques . | art was late . stu and riley sat at their accustomed places around the picnic table , rubbing their hands and looking this way and that . the men were disturbed indeed , but did not need to share their concern verbally . this had been their routine every day for the past few years between april and october . breakfast , park bench at ten , packed lunch at noon , walk around the park around two , home at three . personal business was attended to in the morning . family after park time . the park did not shun them , some of the birds even sang for their pieces of stale bread and defrosted kernels of corn . art appeared . he looked troubled as he approached the bench and sat . stu noticed he did n't have a sandwich bag . `` you 're late arty , old chap '' `` pardon lads , i was at the pawnbrokers getting an estimate '' an emergency then . | wp |
for years , your friend has been trying to teleport by staring out his window at a park bench and concentrating hard . one day he frantically contacts you to tell that he can teleport now . tell us what is actually happening . | hanoi was just waking up . ana got out of bed and considered breakfast when the phone rang . she knew the number immediately , no one else calls her from a +352 number but him . `` xin chào '' she almost dropped the phone . it had been what , 5 years ? `` it worked ! '' he just shouted . `` *it* worked ? '' you ask , hoping that this will not trigger another discussion about *it* . `` yes ! i proved everyone wrong ! it is possible to teleport using nothing but a honed mind ! i tried that for so long ... and finally , i made it ! '' he shouted . `` are you drunk ? '' ana asked . | wp |
you are a supervillain named the keymaster . instead of creating grand plans to conquer the world , all you do is run around and free other captured supervillains from prison , after the superheroes defeat them . | my master plan is brilliant . these ignorant , stupid superheroes will be too busy to stop me . i will have the be having a good time - having a ball - with my friends kim , putin , and trump . muhahahah . do n't stop me now . do n't stop me now . you do n't even know where my base is . i have direct lines to the leaders of the usa , russia , and north korea . i already have made agreements with them to use their militaries . i 'm working with china now . china is north korea 's mummy nation . | wp |
whenever a child is born , one of his/her parents die in exactly one day . you wife just gave birth . | `` it 's a boy ! '' laughter and excitement erupted in the operating room , as new life was brought into the world . doctors congratulated qihao , my wife , as my son was handed to her and felt the warmth of his mother for the very first time . the birth of my son , kwan joong , was bittersweet . the reckoning was coming for one of us , and , like all others , we prepared accordingly . births were a rare occurrence , and the few who decide to conceive were heralded as heroes . `` owehhh , owehhh ! ! '' cried kwan . i knew the reckoning would be upon one of us soon . before today , being one of the few who decided to conceive felt like an honor . grief-stricken , i held onto my wife like a piece of fecal matter stuck to an ass hair . | wp |
you are hiking on the appalachian trail . you come upon a cave housing a space ship . it is the millennium falcon . the stories , myths and legends of the star wars saga are true , and proof of its existence are starting to mysteriously appear on earth . | `` that 's funny . people usually joke about big foot out west . '' giggled ryan . his manly giggle always made others laugh , and i cracked a smile . `` thing is he did n't even act like he was joking . he was , ya know , deadpan about it , i 'm like , are you shitting me ? '' i said , laughing as i poked the fire with a stick . `` nutjobs dude . nutjobs . '' replied ryan , rearranging his headlamp . `` where 'd you see him again ? '' `` yesterday . i saw him about an hour before we met at grafton notch . said he saw him right around the base of wyman mountain . '' i continued to poke the fire , watching it dance . `` i guess we 'll see for ourselves tomorrow . '' giggled ryan . | wp |
the contractual wrangle during a hostile takeover of a donut empire . | `` state your name for the record . '' `` jack dunlap . '' `` and your relationship with mark . '' there were no tables as nice as this one in the shop . a slab of polished mahogany stretching across the room , probably cost as much as the mortgage back in '68 . jack preferred the stiff white diner tables , still there from opening day , now grimy and scratched up . his scratches . mark 's scratches . `` we were partners . '' across the great wooden divide , mark made a movement as if to speak , but said nothing . `` gentlemen , we are here to finalize the terms of the acquisition . all matters related to the corporate transition have been settled , and what remains , '' the mediator checked the legal pad before her , `` is the deed for the shop at 15277 south crenshaw . '' | wp |
you are the last human leaving earth after a mass relocation of humans elsewhere . give the story of your literal last day on earth . | 4:32am i was awake , painfully so . my bag sat at the door and the boom from departing ships came every few minutes . my picture frames , crooked from the rumblings , rattled against the walls with each departure . it wasn ’ t the loudness that was unsettling , it was the quiet in between . the soft shuffling outside my door , people making their way to their transit pods , surely carrying all their most cherished things , the sound of those hurried footsteps made my mind roar . i pulled the pillow from beneath my head to flip it , the cool cloth on my face only distracted me for a moment , as the bottle of liquor at my nightstand came into view . 5:14am the liquor quivered in its glass as my hand brought it to my lips . the harshness of it on my tongue reminded me of so many things – my first drink , college girlfriends , my father ’ s funeral . i hung my head . the hot rush of blood to my face came with tears , stinging as they hung in my eyes . | wp |
all you hear is a dripping noise . | all i hear is a dripping noise . in some ways , it 's the worst noise i can hear right now . the mind sleeps when it wants to , not when the body wants to . i 'm tired all day , but when it comes to finally getting some sleep , my mind does n't agree . drip , drip . in some ways , that sound should be soothing . it 's running like clockwork . i could hard-boil eggs to that timer . but all i hear from it is a reminder as to why i ca n't sleep . drip , drip . it ’ s been six months . i though t it was supposed to get easier at this point . | wp |
after endless wars across the years due to different religions , people finally find out where god left his final message to his creation . it 's not quite what they expected . | the war had ended . most of humanity was wiped out . no one was the winner . small bands of humanity found each other wandering the wasteland , and eventually settled in a remote location , somewhere in a place once named ‘ texas ’ . the settlement was small at first , 20 or so people banding together to build a better life in the wastes of post-war . the settlement grew , and this brought more and more people together . a few moons later , the settlement was two or three thousand people . schools were built and such . after a few more years , people forgot the war and what surrounded it . everyone followed christianity , and agreed on a consensus that one with bright orange hair would be chosen to show everyone the future . | wp |
war breaks out between the legions of hell and heaven , humanity joins and surprisingly is winning against both . | how long had it been ? three weeks ? things got weird fast and then time got weird faster . when the conflict first broke out people thought it was an alien invasion . who would n't ? the skies light up in bright white lightning and streaks of green fire splashed onto the earth . nations scrambled military assets and average citizens hid and waited for first responders to save them . then the earthquakes hit . the planet opened in terrible fractures and from beneath came ... things . smoke filled the valleys and storms swept the fields . then the shooting . so much shooting . i 'm not sure how i survived , to be honest , but i 'm going to assume it had something to do with the five kids with ak47 's up the street of my shack . | wp |
a young police recruit is placed in riot gear and thrust to the front line against an escalating protest . | money and love will make you do stupid things . people have killed for it . stolen it . some have even enslaved themselves , and restricted their freedom to have some type of security and stability through a job . i was one of those idiots that worked for it , instead of hiking , or , my favorite , writing of a world where things went smoothly and teenage angst was the biggest struggle of our time . i did n't live in that world . instead i lived in a world where president yanokovich ( ? ) signed a property deal with russia , giving them our gas lines . he did this instead of making moves toward the eu . our people were left with shit to begin with , then this deal happened and riots broke out . i knew i was on the losing side . | wp |
multiple nuclear explosions wipe out several cities in the middle east , but noone knows who deployed the weapons . this is the resulting un emergency meeting . | `` it was n't russia ? '' the speaker had lost all of his composure in the last hour . most of the delegates were impressed he 'd lasted that long . nuclear warheads ! deployed without any warning , without any spy agency being tipped off ! not just a single bomb , twelve bombs had wiped away civilizations that had fought each other for thousands of years . `` it was not . '' the russian ambassador took another drink . he was on his second bottle of 'you 're not supposed to have that in here . ' `` and it was n't israel . '' israel shook his pale face . | wp |
write the most elaborate , over-dramatic , and exciting story you can think of that all just turns out to be a set-up for a pun so horrible i 'll want to punch you . | i 've been in the iss for six months now . it gets lonely up here . i miss my family . whenever we pass over the states i think that they are looking back at me . space is nothing like you would expect . it 's lonely , or at least i am . it gets tough to want to stay alive . my only refuge is the books . they stored a box of just random books on the last cargo drop off . books from fairy tales to political dramas to intense romantics . | wp |
when everyone turns 18 , they receive a pet which is figurative of their personality . you 're the first person to receive a dragon ... | sue wilkins got a cat ; she lorded that over us for weeks , as if a cat was the best sort of animal there was , and not the acme of egomania . mark johnson got a basset hound . he spent the whole week moping ; then again , that 's what he always does . his parents were cruel , meaning to be kind . when my time came , the first thing i noticed was the size of the box on the lawn . i could n't just help thinking of stories of parents gone mad , acquiring rhinos when bulldogs would have sufficed , or that girl two towns over who was trampled by her giraffe . they put the beast down , but she never got another . she had n't been an animal person in the first place , unlike her parents . me , i 'm not at all like my parents . they 're ... common . i am not . | wp |
ebenezer scrooge has to learn the true meaning of halloween . | part two : a very ebenezer halloween “ savana will get hugged by all the tiny tims unless you change your ways . when john finds out that savana made babies with the entire lacrosse team he will create a form of ebola mixed with crack cocaine . of course this can all change , if ! you ! change ! your ! ways ! ” the ghost of halloween present said eating a bag a skittles and then pretending to be spiderman . billy ’ s eyes then went black and his voice changed to a deep booming demonic voice as two emaciated depressed college students , “ ha ha ha ha ha ha . these are my children ignorance and want ! ” “ why must they so thin and sad ? | wp |
you call your mother or father 's cell phone number on a whim . they answer . but they 've been dead for over a year . | my first post so here goes . *sigh* another lonely evening . david sat in his room watching netflix again . why bother going outside when he was comfortable in his room ? he does remember however , when he was comfortable going outside however . the soft call that mother always had when she called him down from his room to take a walk outside . the reassuring attitude that his father always carried around with him . david felt brave back then . but they were dead for over a year now , and david felt dead as well . he called them time and time again after they had passed . | wp |
you died . you were reborn . you remembered your previous life . but that 's actually pretty useless - because you were n't reborn human . | *i 'm a traffic cone ! * is the thought in my mind when i spot my reflection in the mirrored window of a black toyota corolla cruising down wilshire . *i 'm a traffic cone ! * i watch people going by left and right around me . cars merging left because of me . one silly boy kicking me softly as he crossed the street . *i 'm a traffic cone ! * `` yes , you are , '' a voice replies , seemingly from inside my head ( head ? can i say head when i do n't really – whatever ) . *what ? * `` here , '' the voice says , and i look to my left . | wp |
everyone on earth has a superpower . some people have incredible abilities , but most have very mundane powers , you included . tell us about being a convenience store worker when someone tries to rob your store . | ... well , shit . i knew immediately i was in for it when the guy walked in , and instead of seeing his face i saw twenty different faces of people i knew . he pulled a pistol and leveled it at my chest . raising my hands above my head , i inwardly wondered why we did n't invest in some sort of currency-holding technology that was n't *literally* a fucking cash register . at this point , getting robbed was part of the job . `` money in the bag , asshole ! '' he violently threw a plastic bag at me . i imagine it lost some of the intended effect when it floated harmlessly to the counter . staring at it unimpressed did n't seem to make him happy . `` now ! '' he pointed his gun at me harder , if that makes any sense . | wp |
the inner monologue of a suicidal man who has just been stabbed by a criminal and is slowly bleeding to death . | is this it ? my vision in fainting , my heart is going slower and slower . the times i 've wanted this . how old was i when it first popped in my mind . eight , probably . it was n't serious back then . my mom had taken my tv , and i just kept hitting my head against the wall , wanting to faint , but not being able to . i stopped , when my mother came in , and craddled her arms around me , and hold me tightly . i relaxed . and it was quiet . of course i did n't want to die . i just wanted to make my mommy happy . am i gon na have any last words ? | wp |
you live in a world where people 's shadows show who they truly are at their core . some shadows look like monsters , some look like animals . you are the only person in the world with no shadow . | i used to have a shadow . tall , strong , a warrior . like those greek guys on the sides of those jars in the museums . i never really saw anyone else have a shadow like mine . many people make friends with similar shadows , like dog owners in parks . when i was in college , my professor said there had n't been a shadow in the book like mine since they invented gunpowder . anyone with that shadow tended to go at the speed of a hundred and twenty meters per second . said the old shadows sometimes pop up . said a shadow like mine would n't do good in the army . guns would n't be the same for me , in the deepest parts of my heart . | wp |
a dreamweaver is heartbroken and decides to curse the world with nightmares . only one man can stop her . | phoebe and her brother roy played together often . they explored the intricate tunnels and caves in their back yard , and played among the willows and whippoorwills along the nearby stream . phoebe always led their little adventures . she would dash down the river bank and leap onto the rocks , while roy never braved the current . phoebe would climb the tallest trees while roy lingered on the lower branches careful never to over-reach his grasp . then they grew old enough to inherit the family business . roy being the elder received the bulk of the work . he would leave early in the evening and set to his chores , while phoebe stayed home and stewed in her jealousy . every morning , when roy returned from a busy night 's labor phoebe would be there on the porch , waiting . she would ask him about his travels . | wp |
you are secretly a super hero working a desk job . you are terrible at suppressing your powers in the office . | *if i have to read one more goddamn memorandum , i 'm going to ... * `` did you see the latest memo stuart ? '' stuart glanced up at bill . *what is this fucker holding ? * stuart thought , as bill intoned about how everyone was going to have to find alternate parking for the next week as the first floor lobby was going to be renovated and the construction crew will be taking up the employee parking lot . the world went red . when stuart came to , he noticed that there was a bill-sized hole in each of the cubicles parallel to his own . amidst the dust , a crowd began to form , murmuring about stuart . `` who the hell is he ? '' `` anne , does n't he look kind of like the enigman ? '' `` oh my god , stuart is the enigman ? '' | wp |
a horror story , but from the villains perspective , written as a comedy . | i made sure to apply my makeup extra carefully before putting on my suit . today was going to be a good day . today was going to be a good day . all right , you can do it ! go out there and put on a show ! -- - as i wandered around the park , i made sure to smile at all the little kids and wink at their parents . i even bought things for them , like ice cream and balloons . i liked it when they trusted me . -- - this was it : the big show ! my big chance ! i looked into the crowd and settled on a small boy in the third row . | wp |
you return home from work and your girlfriend is not home . you text her `` where are you ? '' and she responds `` im home , where are you ? '' | i searched the house with haste , opening closets and cabinets , checking under the bed , looking inside of the small garage . it felt like a ridiculous game of hide and seek . the house was empty . i texted her back asking , `` i ca n't find you , are you hiding from me ? '' i waited patiently for a response . the digital clock on the nightstand next to our burgundy colored bed illuminated the otherwise dark room with a bright blue light . the colon separating the four numbers blinking every second , adding and subtracting light as it pleased . after waiting twenty minutes , the ridiculous notion that i might not be in our home crawled inside of my mind and made camp . i walked outside to see if i was indeed inside of our house , despite my key working on the locks and the inside of the house looking identical to what we had in our home . sure enough , the house was the same as the one we bought together six years ago when she got a job in the city . | wp |
make me feel as paranoid as possible . | i am the watcher . i wait and see how these things behave . they are the dominant species but their intelligence is not inherited . every off spring must relearn it or it becomes indistinguishable from the rest of the creatures on this planet . they surround themselves with artificial things they make . big things that emit primitive static and small things that are nothing more than colorful tools . without many of these things they would create more advanced tools that could help them against me . but many of these things just distract them . their selves are fragile . both their moving things and the things that control the moving things can be broken with just a touch . | wp |
you are the last survivor of a group of explorers on what you previously thought was an unknown island . you 're locked in a room and something is trying to convince you to open the door . you have to convince it not to kill you . | *heavy pounding* “ abre la puerta ! ! ” someone on the other side of the heavy steel door screamed . “ no hablo espanol ! ” i did my best…not even knowing for certain that i was using the correct language . also , after what had happened . there was no way i was going to unlock the door . everyone was dead…or at least missing . well…except me . i also intended on keeping it that way . the pounding continued as i mulled over my options . everything was going great until craig stepped on a landmine . | wp |
sell reddit to america in a thirty second super bowl commercial . | hello america , have we got a website for you ! it 's got everything you want , and more . there 's a section for everyone ! do you like the way msnbc gets you needlessly worked up , but need it in a text based format , so you can share ideas with fellow lefties with minimal critical thinking skills ? /r/politics has you covered ! do you like the way fox news gets you needlessly worked up , but need it in a text based format where you can share ideas with fellow right wingers with minimal critical thinking skills ? /r/conservative is there for you . let 's face it , you 're probably not getting laid , and you probably resent women for it . not to worry , /r/seduction and /r/theredpill are there to help . if you hate women , /r/pussypass will probably be just the thing , if you really hate women , /r/beatingwomen2 can share your feelings ( since the first /r/beatingwomen got banned ) , and if you really really hate women , well , /r/cutefemalecorpses might be what you need . | wp |
sunday free write : leave a story , leave a comment - sea to shining sea edition ! | i 'm not very good at this , but here goes ! it is n't finished , but any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated ! the bomb - a soldier ran out of the plane and called for general albert kingston . normally she would have saluted and paid all respects , but this was no time for that . “ general , we just found a trio of russian spy planes flying over canada . the only out-of-place item was a russian military cargo jet , ” the soldier said . “ when we ran a scan over that plane , we found it was carrying precious cargo : two 48 carat diamonds and an antigravity bomb. ” “ this is a disaster ! ” exclaimed general kingston . the helium fusion bomb was a new development by the joint forces of canadian , english , american , chinese , japanese , south korean , and french scientists and mathmeticians . | wp |
the sun . she walks among us . she lights the unlighted places ( fear them ) . but the gloam-walkers engorge themselves on her light ; our champions have grown weak in the sun . | she walked among us , or so the old tales say . she shone a light in the dark , chased away the shadows . her light nurtured , provided hope to all the hopeless . she was the joy in the darkness , but with the lady of light came the hounds of darkness . the gloam-walkers they were called , sticking to the shadows and consuming the light , the hope , the joy . with them , came disease , despair and hatred . the champions fed on the power of the lady , growing stronger and more powerful the more light they consumed . the gloam-walkers were no match for their even our weakest light fed champions . the gloam-walkers were forced back to the pits that spawned them . not even the shadows could play host to them anymore . | wp |
a world where soulmates die at the same time . | elizabeth 's hand trembled as she held the gun towards arthur . `` fuckin ' pig . finally i 've got you , though . '' her breathing was shallow as her finger brushed against the trigger . art backed up against the wall , his hands raised , he too shaking as he stared down the hopeless barrel of the pistol . `` what do you gain from killin ' me ? '' `` justice , art . justice for paul . he was my soulmate and you reduced him to pigshit ! '' there was a bang . art slid down the wall , his blood smearing along the brick . as the last wisp of breath left art , beth felt herself crumpling , falling , fading into the blackness . she 'd been wrong about paul this entire time . | wp |
tell a story simply by talking about the things a person eats . | this week , tim ate only one food . his best friend , spot . spot had been a good dog for 5 years . but when tim needed calories , and spot had a broken leg , what had to be done was quite obvious . using the last of the oil he bought from the farmers , tim deep fried his best friend after shooting his brain out with a pistol . a week ago tom sawed off spots broken leg while he slept . it was rather tough . once tom was done he gave spot back the bone . spot did n't want it , so tim tried to make the leg bones into a peg leg for spot- so he could still use his leg . the bones ended up being sold to some hopeless farmers who wanted bonemeal for their garden . | wp |
write a short story of an elaborate , oceans ' 11-esqe , robbery . | the plan is simple . first , we 'll need a car . cam , you 're going to drive , i need you to head down 95 and hit exit 14 as fast as you can . we 'll need everyone alive for this , so paul , you 're going to make sure that thing is bulletproof . the good news , once the ride is over , you can call it day cam . the bad ? you 're taking us through a brick wall . we 're hitting the wall of the pool hall on 3rd as hard as we possibly can , this time of day it should be pretty empty , but we need our boys on the inside to guarantee that . once we 're in , we scatter . you need to move quick and clean , i want every civilian tied up and blindfolded before they know what 's going on . put them in the back office and head for the stairs . | wp |
you have an atm that gives you the exact amount of money you need to survive for the day , how you spend it is your choice . today you are given $ 70,000,000 . | so i wake up , and begin my day like i begin any other by heading down to the atm just across the street . you see it all began three years ago , now i wo n't go into detail , but this atm gives me just enough money to survive that day , no matter what life throws at me i should have to make it though the day . i begin walking towards it just like any other normal day . but you see today was different , the most i 've ever received has been a couple of hundred dollars , usually for paying bills or in the rare case that my cars breaks down ... but this is something i 've never encountered before . not even close , no where near to this . $ 70,000,000 ... just what had life planned to throw at me . i was given this exact amount for a reason , i needed this to survive , but against what . this was madness , what in the world could possibly happen . totally and utterly mind blowing . i had to do something , something extreme . | wp |
the final words of a pet being put down . | hey , humans ? before you do this , i need to tell you something . i remember everything . think about it . just because i have a short attention span does n't mean that i have a short memory . and i remember everything . i remember the first day when you brought me home . i was scared to death . funny that i would use that word now , but i do n't know how else to describe it . i mean , yes , you took me out of that little metal cage , but i had no idea what was going on . when i did finally venture out from underneath my little shelter ( i think you called it a chair ) , all you did was hold me and keep me warm . you named me buddy . | wp |
you are hooked up to the machine . you are the test subject , the first person to have their conciousness uploaded . they flick the switch ... | dannie gives his signature smile as he winks at one of the young female scientists nearby . she blushes and giggles as she covers her face with her clipboard . he relaxes his head onto the flat pillow and looks up at the florescent lights . if it were up to him , he would fix his hair away from his face but the belts restraining his arms , legs , and waist prevented him from making any movements . one would think that the first mind uploaded would be that of a genius or a hero that was dying not a criminal who was deemed to be a sociopath . dannie ’ s stomach contorts as the scientists begin to stick heart monitors and ivs into him . he hadn ’ t allowed people to touch him for as long as he could remember . the last time he felt so violated was when he was incarcerated in the mental health unit . he twitches trying to snap out of his memories . he wasn ’ t about to go into a fit , especially in front of all of them . | wp |
one normal day you see a mouse pointer move across your field of vision , right click , and delete an object . | it had seemed a pretty standard , non reality shattering , kind of boring day up until about 2 in the afternoon central standard time . i was home , minding my own non-business , putting off all of the stuff i was supposed to do . i mean , why do anything productive when you can repetitively mastur ... . i do n't know why i 'm telling you this , what 's important is that it was a pretty standard day for me . it all started when i left my house . i had ran out of snacks . at the time , i had thought it impossible , but things we 're about to get worse . i hopped in my 1997 dodge neon , and continued my odyssey to my local grocer . on the way there i felt a little strange in a way that was hard to describe , like my mind was skipping every few seconds . my thoughts seemed to lag a second or two behind . | wp |
war breaks out between the legions of hell and heaven , humanity joins and surprisingly is winning against both . | when heaven and hell turned out to be a ) real , and b ) having a war on earth , it took about three days before humanity had developed a collective response . oh , some defected , heroic types assisting the cherubim and their mighty flaming swords , nasty sorts assisting the demogorgons and their many limbed whips , but the rest of humanity decided to respond in the only way fitting this situation . # piss off , we 're working here ! # great artifices were made in the war effort . tools . that was the thing that elevated humanity from mere beasts . and these celestial foes ... they did n't have the drive to craft anything . a demon would be unlikely to use a lathe , an angel would never mine for the steel of their weapons . they simply conjured their creations from the firmament . which meant they did n't necessarily *understand* the properties of their tools . and , what 's more , while they could improve in later versions of their tools , by conjuring it anew , they often did n't understand how to improve it . | wp |
write a character 's perspective of being bitten by a zombie without their group noticing . from bite to death/turning . | no . no , no , no . fuck . i didn ’ t even see it . i thought i could smell something rotten but when can ’ t you these days ? my arm suddenly felt tight and i looked down and there was some mouldy old bitch with her teeth sunk into my wrist . then the pain hit me like a smack in the face . my body and my mind were working independently by now . i completely forgot about the hatchet in my other hand , but still my arm swung down and stuck it right through her neck . that told her . i just stared . this can ’ t be real . the bite was bad ; the blood was already streaming out . | wp |
sherlock , as a personal favor to the president , heads over to the us to help solve this `` uncatchable '' serial killer in miami . luckily , sherlock has the help of dexter morgan , their best blood analyst , to help him find the culprit . | `` he knows . '' dexter nervously tapped a pen against his desk , staring through the window of his office at the gathering of detectives . `` there 's no way he could know . '' harry walked over and leaned against the desk , looking his son in the eye and crossing his arms . `` you knew this was a bad idea . '' `` i had to intervene . the crimes were too similar . '' `` that 's exactly why you should have stayed out of it . '' dexter rubbed his temples and sighed . the guy was n't even a real cop . 'consulting detective ' or whatever the hell that means . | wp |
a new drug let 's you live a lifetime in one dream . | you ever get one of those dreams where you know you 're stuck in a dream ? right ? yeah , those . it 's like that feeling ... mixed with the feeling of finishing a really good book ! yeah ... no i know you do n't like books . ugh . fine , it 's like you finished a really good show , and you just fell in love with the characters , and you 're lying in bed , clenching a pillow up to your chest and biting your nails when ... suddenly ... the credits roll . it 's like that . i know ! i hate that shit . you 're all , like , *wait , what happened ? you ca n't end . do n't do this . | wp |
a domestic squabble conducted entirely in haiku . | `` why do you do this ? you know i fucking hate it ! please do n't make me go ! '' `` you 're going , dammit ! you said you would go last night . you fucking promised ! '' `` i was drunk last night ! you pull this shit all the time ! drunk talk does n't count ! '' `` are you serious ? you 're always drunk , you asshole ! that 's not an excuse ! '' `` i hate your parents ! they probably hate me too ! is that an excuse ? '' `` you fucking owe me ! after all the shit you 've pulled ! after my birthday ! '' `` fine . i 'll fucking go . i 'll wear my nice shirt and tie . and i 'll bite my tongue . '' *david had resigned* *he 'd do this one last favor . * *he did owe her that . * ( based on a real argument/break up ) | wp |
a man brings a gun to a bank . do anything you please onwards . | `` can you put this into a safety deposit box ? '' that was the first thing he said after my standard greeting . he then produced what can only be called the most sad piece of beautiful equipment i 've ever seen . an old ivory handled smith & wesson .45 . beat up , dinged , chips missing from the ivory , obviously well used , but not well cared for . `` we sure can sir . '' comes my chipper reply `` we have modest fees on out safety boxes starting from- '' `` oh , you ca n't just store it for me ? '' interrupts the sad looking old man . i look at him , as if for the first time , his shoulder cut , white hair hanging , just this side of bedraggled . his jean jacket , patched , and maybe a little sooty . | wp |
you 're stuck in a bad situation and squeeze your eyes shut . when you open them , you have randomly time traveled to any location . the issue is that anyone who watches you preform this feat is infected with the ability to time travel . describe the fallout/resolve from the time travel pandemic . | i went ten years without using it . when the figure had first appeared in front of me , i had n't believed what he 'd said . when he 'd disappeared a moment later , vanishing into thin air ... well , i had my doubts . this time , however , i 'm not sure if i 'd have any other option . the train had derailed barely five minutes out of platform 3d3n , and i was pinned under my seat . the older man sitting across from me was dead , his head crushed as the train crumpled in on him . a barely conscious woman struggled under a nearby seat . there did n't seem to be any other survivors . i figured that anyone who was n't screaming would n't have been able to make it out , anyway . `` hey ! i can get us out of here ! '' | wp |
when born a genetics-based computer-aged model of your face at age 25 is imprinted as the face of a coin or bill , somewhere in the world . those who present their corresponding coin or bill to their local government office for authentication then are awarded a large fortune . | it 's 9 o'clock and i 'm late for school . i 'm walking past town square . its a pretty small town and has about 500 people . my family moved here from australia a few years ago . anyway , i 'm walking past town square and i notice an old lady crossing the road i help her out and she gives me two bucks . one of the dollars was one of those special coins for babies they give out . people have done desperate things to get these as you get a ticket on the ss . utopia , a boat that sails the world as everyone partys . my uncle and my aunty had each others coins and when they met they were paying for dinner when they both realised it . anyway , i turn the coin over and see me face . | wp |
10 years ago a being that looked human appeared in every television , every phone and every computer saying he would return one day to painfully kill anyone who committed murder , abuse or rape . tomorrow is that day . how is society preparing ? | they said not to worry . as per usual i s'ppose . i mean really they ca n't say much other than that . they said that folks in prison will continue with their days as if nothing was said at all . see when yzorgis , the goofy man that showed up 10 years ago , said all those things about `` truly evil people '' , there was mixed emotions . people was saying that it is god himself coming down to prepare earth for salvation . others was saying the complete opposite , that the devil was coming to torture all them wicked folks . gov'ment was saying that they was going to prepare for every possible outcome . like i said earlier , they said not to worry . typical really . there was the folks that believed every single word that was gettin shoved in our faces . | wp |
a man dies and expects to go either heaven or hell , only to be told by an angel that he already was in hell and now his punishment is over . | well , this was above my pay grade . a shift in reorientation and return is always interesting , but there are limits . it 's amazing what these humans will believe and what they wo n't . the boss likes them that way , says that it makes them more interesting . maybe it 's part of that “ free will ” deal . i would n't know . anyway—i reached out and summoned my supervisor , asfaraghanquanimonumel , and he apparated into my office in great blazing majesty until i coughed a couple of times and he shrank down into a more human-compatible form . this is mister van der pohl , he…has a complaint . asf'mel raised an eyebrow , and turned to the human sitting in my guest chair . mister van der pohl , yes—asf'mel 's eyes lost focus for a moment , then he smiled—you have suffered much in the foul pit of hell but we are pleased to inform you that… van der pohl cut him off . | wp |
write a horror story with no gore or death , not even implied . | i wrote this a while back for a writing exercise , it 's pretty basic and needs some editing , but i 'm proud of it . it 's based on a real experience , unfortunately . **bad trip** the air is becoming awful , a sickly sweet humidity that drenches your body in a sticky sheen of sweat . what clothes that touches your skin soaks and clings , forcing the feverish heat within to intensify where it connected . beginning to gasp through your breathing , you set the pipe beside empty bottles and cough . they had said it was strong , promising through grins that the high would last the night . truth or lie , the alcohol assured it would . the last few hits had made the thrumming of your heartbeat into an aching that went from sternum to throat , vibrating each with every beat . you decide through wordless thoughts you wo n't have anymore . if the sweating was n't bad enough , the churning , swirling sensation in your head was only becoming more intense . | wp |
two soldiers are trapped in a knocked-out tank . enemy soldiers have broken through the defenses and all other allies have retreated back . they have not been discovered yet but they are likely in their last few moments . | `` well this is a fine pickle we are in . '' the corporal took one last drag on his cigarrette before passing it to the private . `` how long do you think we have ? '' the corporal shrugged . `` they 'll likely try and scavenge parts once they push our boys far enough back . '' an artillery shell landed nearby . the vibration knocked the gunner from his seat . his body fell on the corporal . without looking he pushed his body aside . `` that rubble has the top hatch blocked pretty good . i really wish this tank had a lower hatch . '' the private looked shaken . | wp |
walk me through a soldier 's last day alive . | my dear mother , i hope this letter finds you well and in good spirits . i was overjoyed when i heard about clara ’ s engagement to thomas bottomley . he is a good man who will provide for her and treat her well . with regard to the biscuits that you sent along earlier , they were vandalized by turks before they could reach me . even so , the thought is kind . you may remember lawrence grigg from one of my previous letters about his gallantry in the field at inkermann . it is with great regret that i must tell you that he succumbed to dysentery . he is the third man from his unit to expire from the sickness in the last week . it is a terrible shame to see such fine fighting men wither away to an unseen enemy . i now think myself able to adequately answer father ’ s question about the russian soldier , and i can write with certainty that he does not appear to be as barbaric or uncivilized as the times claims . | wp |
you live in a world where people receive a super power based on or related to the opposite of their greatest fear . | i pulled my son aside , brushing his hair again and smoothing out imaginary creases . he gave me an unappreciative stare as he shook off my touches and moved nearer to the other children . his induction was today , the first of may . as the laws required , every child who reached the age of ten in the month of april would need to attend their induction today . he looked so mature but small with his hair combed and wearing his suit fresh from the cleaners . i could n't help but frown and smile at the same time , imagining his entry into the sanctum . my own ascendance was fifteen years ago , but the preparation and threats from my parents seared the entire experience into my mind . fear drove the ascendance . your greatest fear became your greatest power , either the power to stop your fear , or the power to expand your fear , usually to inflict it on others . i supposed both were able to help you overcome your fear , but preventers were looked upon more kindly than enablers . | wp |
when you reach the age of 25 , you will respawn back to 25 anytime you die . when you reach age 50 , you no longer respawn if you die . | `` death by suicide , '' sighed david . it was days like these that made him reconsider his job . `` permanent death ? '' carla , his partner , set her cup of coffee down . `` do n't get a lot of those . '' `` yup . '' he shrugged and reached for the stack of paper on his desk . `` poor man . he killed himself , painlessly , with some pills . his wife did too , but she respawned . '' `` was it— '' `` murder ? '' david smiled wryly . `` i thought so , at first . apparently , they 'd been married for twenty-seven years . they were going to respawn at the same time , and enjoy married life as a young couple ... '' carla frowned . `` but what happened ? '' | wp |
a muggle buys a magic shop from a wizard and must now cater the magic and non magic customers who come by , without completely understanding how everything works . | `` do n't you have anything more *interesting* than these parlor tricks ? '' i looked at my customer . he looked a little young to be a wizard , but he had the bearing of one . stage magicians could be rather uptight as well , though . i tried to probe a little more . `` do you mean interesting magic tricks , or , you know , *interesting* ones ? '' `` what ? i mean , something you wo n't find in the first chapter of baby 's first magic tricks . something i have n't seen before ! '' `` oh , we 've got some of those . '' i began leading him to the non-magical side of the shop . `` the more advanced tricks are in this aisle . we have a magic hat that 's really popular , there 's a lot of tricks you can do with it , and it comes with a ... '' `` *you ! * '' another customer had entered the store behind me . | wp |
i 'm a filmmaker looking to produce a short film with someone from /r/writingprompts . here are the parameters . | as she woke up , her brain seemed to pulse against her head , and the light burned her beautiful green eyes . she instinctively sat up , trying to remember the night before . she was still clothed , laying on the floor . what happened last night ? she looked around her room , which seemed intact . nothing was out of the ordinary . she remembered leaving the house last night to meet up with some friends , she remembered susan being a complete bitch , then ... ..two men . one was slim , the other more muscled . they with them , having fun , then ... .nothing . nothing after that . `` miss june ? '' | wp |
you are a `` normal '' person trying to fit in in a world where everyone is a psychopath . | i had already asked how much my chips and beer would be four times . the clerk just stared at me . he would stick his tongue out at me occasionally . he would sometimes break into convulsive fits in which he shoved his fingers down his throat in an attempt to make himself vomit on the floor . mostly , he just mimicked whatever i did . at this point i knew i was fucked . i added up the cost in my head . he started screaming incoherently . i knew this was about to get ugly . i figured $ 10 would cover everything . | wp |
`` sorry , but ... you 're actually not the chosen one . '' | jake groaned and propped himself up with his sword . just a month ago he was heading to the bahamas to escape the winter cold , now he was in a volcano and all he wanted was some chill air . lava spewed from the charred floor . it dripped off igneous icicles , sizzling in a sprout of fire before steaming into nothing . “ a fucking dragon , ” jake chuckled and stood on shaky knees . he counted two broken ribs on himself . it brought his month long count to sixteen . the dragon ’ s roar echoed inside the volcano , making it sound like it was coming from all directions . jake grimaced and readied himself . unlike the stories , dragons were surprisingly quiet creatures , roaring only before attacking . | wp |
aliens have abducted you in a random sampling of men , women and children . analyzing your cell , and the artificial gravity in the ship , you conclude that your captors hail from a planet with a only fraction of earth 's gravity - and they have seriously underestimated our strength . | i open my eyes slowly . the room is dark . my eyes adjust quickly . i see three walls and metal bars on the fourth side… i ’ m in a prison . weak , coarse voices are heard all around . the sound of coughing echoes through the room and into the large metal hallway just a few feet away from the metal bars of the prison cell . the ground , the walls , and the bars all seem to be made of the same material . a cold draft comes in from the hallway when i realize that i am naked . i look around , and i realize that the other dozen humans in my prison cell are also naked . a sudden chill runs down my spine at the thought of that , and i curl up in a sitting , fetal position . | wp |
your dreams are premonitions . one night , you see yourself die in your sleep . | i 've always had dreams that were ... off . i could n't explain them to anyone while i was younger , my parents thought i was just fantasizing , my friends thought i was insane . but as i grew older , i realized that i could explain the dreams if i only gave proof of their authenticity . this realization in itself was a mistake . the first person i told , i saw on a train , about to be blown to bits . when i saw them in the waking world , i warned them about their future . they did n't believe me , and died as a result . the second person i told , i saw them on a roof , about to jump . i warned them about their future , and a day later i saw a news story about a man jumping from a roof . it was five years before i had the next dream . | wp |
`` what kind of care package is this ? ! '' | `` i 'll be damned . '' randy almost laughed at the sight . `` what kind of care package is this ? '' he stood over the crate containing the fresh corpse of what he could only assume was the back-up he requested . `` did they think he would survive a 2,000 foot drop in a metal crate ? '' ken yelled despite their closeness . the look on the dead man 's face spoke volumes . randy could read his last thoughts . *why the* fuck *are you packing me up like ammunition and throwing me out of a fucking airplane ? * or something like that . | wp |
tell me the story of a publicly hated hero fighting a much beloved villian . | the arena had been standing or 20-something odd years , but finally , it was being used - `` time '' is n't really a concept to celestial beings . the arena was designed much like a the colosseum , but bigger - large enough to hold nearly ten million people . millions more would be watching it from their homes ; it would be broadcasted in nearly every language , shown on every channel . today , satan , champion of humanity and god , the almighty father and creator , would duke it out , wwe style . i was lucky enough to land a gig as a custodian here , to witness the big event . in the stands were people , mostly with tacky light-up red horns purchased from a dollar store , some with red and black face paint . the former academic in me wanted to cringe ; still buying into the medieval portrayal of humanity 's champion ? it did n't sit well with me . i saw him , earlier today . but he was nothing like what the crazed fans in the audience thought him as . | wp |
there is no such thing as `` dating '' anymore . just like in cinderella , as soon as you touch the hand of `` the one '' you have an insatiable urge to kiss . | sam sighed . despite her best efforts to convince her friends that she had something better to do on sunday , they knew better . all she ever did with her weekends was spend countless hours browsing the internet for girls generation gifs or arguing with random strangers about who was the best looking member of vixx . if she was going to spend her day immersed in the internet world of kpop , they argued , then she might as well try to get a glimpse of a real one anyway . apparently , big bang was coming to nashville . somehow , she had missed that . her keened eyed friends did not . so here she was , in the midst of dozens of fanatic girls , at the airport waiting for them . it was 6:00 am , she was freezing cold and these girls would not stop screaming . they were n't even here yet for pete 's sake . she gave them all the evil eye while her friends chatted on and on about what they would do if they got to see them in person . | wp |
`` the alphabet game story . '' | a clever tale , to be sure . but really , is it necessary to be so meta all the time ? can ’ t one simply write a story as a story ? does it really need the reader to be involved with the writer so intimately ? even as i type this response i ’ m certain it does not . for what are we if not hungry for the loss of self that takes place in a well-crafted vignette ? given this knowledge , i would endeavor to break the mold of meta , and instead rely on layered characters and smoothly developing plot lines that call to the heart . heart is , of course , subjective . in all my readings , it has meant something different to each author and each character . just as i can separate my love of story from my love of family by the simple rhythms of mine , others should be able to plumb the depths of an author ’ s heart and understand the beat . | wp |
you are born without a soul . while this causes a lot of issues with your state of mind and your relationship with religion , there is one benefit in particular that makes you useful in a way . | and it was summer , too . it 's always a pity when it 's summer . the young have so much life ahead of them , and when does fate decide to cut that short ? summer ; ice cream vans have become ironic undertakers in recent times . parents never seem to want to go with their kids for ice cream . they could avoid the grief . my friend , he does n't quite understand that . he is just looking across the table from me with that silly lopsided grin he always wears . it would be endearing , but i am not the kind that takes well to hopeful gazes . `` mickey , you got ta lighten up . a job like yours , it 'll crush a man 's soul . '' | wp |
a magical mirror shows your reflection and your future soulmate . you only see your reflection . | he 's there . he 's not what i was expecting , but i did n't know what i was expecting when i decided to look . but i like him very much even though he does n't know me yet . but the mirror is just that - a mirror . something to look at when curiosity peeks . if i digress to what my life has become and shake off the image in my mind , i can tolerate just looking . but my hand bears the weight of a band when i look down . the hamper is overflowing . the dishes lay in heaps in the sink . the toilets need scrubbing . a baby cries in the other room - i just wanted to escape for a moment . | wp |
a story where the protagonist is a pretty decent individual by most accounts , but is despised by the narrator . | there he was : smothered in black coal dust , heavy breathing , his hair slightly singed . his eyes were surrouned by a heroic shimmer . dave had saved the baby girl from the fire . a firefighter came running towards him . the mother was cyring a little distance away . she fell to her knees as the firefighter put the little girl into her arms . everyone was cheering . well done dave . well done . once again you have saved the day . once again you are the center of attention . you enjoy that , do n't you ? | wp |
you possess an ability to turn off one or more of your senses to heighten the others . today is the day you make a mistake . | i mean , really , how often do you actually use your nose ? it let 's you know when dinner is burning , but if i turned my smell off , my hearing became good enough to listen as sauce evaporates and meat burns . without smell , i could see like a hawk , and oh god the food . you have not lived until you have tried lobster with your taste buds turned up three hundred percent ! you can get through life without smell just fine . then i tried touch . just for a few moments at a time , whenever i wanted to , it was like looking through a telescope , and being able to distinguish every sound around me no matter the intervening noise . it was like being superman . tasting your own saliva like a wine was less palatable , so taste went out the window to . i regretted that sometimes . | wp |
the scientific verification of reincarnation has dramatically changed how courts enforce multiple life sentences . | i know i 'm late for the prompt , but i could n't get around to writing for it until a few hours ago . i hope my late response is still welcome . better late than never as they say , right ? -- - the hallway was cold . concrete floor . concrete walls . concrete ceiling . it was cold for someone barefoot . the hallway was long . long and dark . that ’ s how it usually was . the place we were going to had to be remote . slightly away from most other things . | wp |
you are a doctor in the emergency room . while removing a `` foreign object '' from an embarrassed patient , you begin to suspect that he is actually satan . | *ah yes* , i thought . *let 's see who 's 'slipped ' onto their remote control now . * i entered my room , trying to stifle my smile as always in this sort of circumstance . last time 's was both disgusting and hilarious . standing awkwardly by a chair was a very tall , very blonde man . he looked at me , almost in a stern way . 'hello luke . ' i extended my hand . 'i 'm doctor kyriakou , i 'll be ... ah , helping you with your problem tonight . ' luke sighed . 'thank you doctor . ' he replied . 'the sooner we can get this sorted , the better . ' | wp |
describe to me an alien race physically , culturally , and the state of affairs on their world . | i 'm writing a story about an alien race : the planet - a tidally locked , large planet . the back of the planet is covered in a single giant glacier . the part facing the suns is swamp-like around the outer edge , as it gets regular run off from the glacier as because of the elliptical orbit . and the central part is extremely dry and sandy . the entire planet is very hot . physical characteristics in human terms ( i use analogous structures to describe the body parts where that can be done . ) - the species has a range of heights with between 7.5 and 10 ft tall being within the normal ranges . they vary in color from white to black with shades of blue-grey in the middle . this is from a combinations of cyanide and iron in the outer layers of their skin . they are thin and flat , with no fat to speak of . | wp |
begin with the sentence , `` i am alone , but i am happy '' . | i 'm alone , but i 'm happy . i tell myself this lie every day hoping it will make life easier , but i take a good look around and i just see a void . it 's this void that drives me crazy . i want my life to mean something , but without someone cheering me on it seems pointless . it 's almost like i do n't exist . i fall asleep , hoping that by some miracle when i awaken , my life will change and the nothingness would subside into something . a purpose that will carry me through my remaining years . giving me some sort of hope and accomplishment , that i could truly be proud of . it feels as though i fall asleep regularly , hoping this would eventually happen . maybe i still have optimism left in me , but i can only imagine it 's a tiny shard that glistens when i feel the weight of the world upon my shoulders . | wp |
`` why is our grandmother outside with a trench gun ? '' | `` why is our grandmother outside with a trench gun ? '' i look to my brother while lacing up my boots . the leather is worn , comfortable . i 've spent a lot of time in them lately . now i 'm having trouble getting them on because my fingers are shaking so badly . i 'm not sure i can do this . not now . not before i finish training . it 's not good . my eyes flick away from my brother , down to my boots . for once i 'm glad for the bangs i have , cut straight across my forehead , hanging down because of the angle of my head right now . | wp |
you 've summoned a demon to assist you with your nefarious deeds . a hole opens in the floor , revealing your new helper . `` tell me your name , '' you command . an hour later , it 's still not done making the incomprehensible sounds of its name . | `` what did you say sonny ? whats your name again ? '' garcia screamed at the repulsive monster sitting on the kitchen floor . no sounds came out . nothing but `` ojvdnvdkdendwkdwegrkgb '' . “ oh wait . i should put on my glasses . maybe that would help me hear you better. ” she said , seeming as for the past hour , that ’ s what she was missing . groping around the kitchen table , she put on her ( what she thought were her glasses but ended up being cupcakes ) glasses . splattering them on her eyes , she exclaimed with a sigh of relief , much better . then , clearing her throat she yet again , yelled “ what ’ s ye little name princess ? | wp |
begin with the sentence , `` i am alone , but i am happy '' . | i am alone , but i am happy . they say seclusion can bring a man ultimate serenity . i happen to agree . no matter where in the world you are , no matter what you 're doing , you always have yourself . why depend on anyone else ? i am here in my little cabin , and all i need is myself . i am happy . as the wind calms and the rustling of the pine trees stops , i am reminded that out here in my little home , there is silence - and with silence , there is peace . i wonder if this is what being dead is like . do you just cut to black ? is there forever darkness and an unwavering silence accompanying the eternal fate that lays in wait for us all ? | wp |
divided we stand . united we fall . | it had been a belief since the earliest human civilizations , if not farther back . the belief was that if we all believed in the same thing , whether it be the same ideology , same leader , same civilization , same god , same culture , that would lead to peace . that difference built tension and thus war . but near the middle of the 21st century , it began to be realized as faulty . the nations of peace were more about democracy , ideas , and diversity . international cooperation was n't done because we were sharing beliefs , but because we had something to drive us towards learning about one another . the seeds of compassion were rooted in learning about each other . it 's when we already knew , we became complacent to it . this was the origin of prejudices . it was n't that we feared the different , it was because we were so used to the same . | wp |
a villian who thinks he 's a hero realizes he 's the villian . what is he thinking ? | `` i am going to *end* you ! i am going to destroy this , '' keller waved his hand at the broad expanse of fortress visible from the tower where they stood , `` i 'm going to destroy the whole damn empire ! starting with *you* , murderer . '' dusk stared back at him with cold violet eyes . his namesake crept along the horizon , edging the world in purple and orange , snaking long fingers of shadow into the tower room , turning the toppled chairs , tables and bodies into pillars of darkness . he flicked his wrist , sending a spray of congealing blood across the room to splatter against one of the few unbroken windows . keller pointed the heavy shortsword at his chest . `` starting with you . '' he repeated . dusk drew the long sword from his side . the strange metal was black , completely matte . the faintly glowing purple markings carved along the blade were visible in the shadow his body made , setting sun at his back . `` yes , you will destroy us . '' | wp |
write a story in the viewpoint of a laboratory animal . | food . find it . where is it ? find it . ozone . perfume . cold . find it . find the food . where is it ? over there . pain . pain ! | wp |
two chickens at a slaughterhouse share a tender goodbye before death . | “ we had some good times , didn ’ t we ? ” mr. beaks wheezed . i tried to answer him , but the blood kept rushing to my head . we ’ d been hung upside down for what seemed like hours . our legs were shackled . and my eyes felt like they could burst out of my head at any moment . soon , our throats would be slashed and we ’ d be dipped into that charred , boiling pot over there . our feathers , dissolved . our naked bodies , spiced and rotisseried . or fried . all so some fat college burnout could buy our limbs from kfc and eat our remains in a bowl of microwaved mashed potatoes . | wp |
you live in a world were a drug exists that allows you to have an out of body experience converse with a dead family member . after months of speculation you decide to take the drug to have on final conversation with your son who committed suicide . | i 'm looking at him . just looking . i want to reach out and touch him , but… `` hey dad '' . he 's as sullen as usual . i 'd forgotten how long his hair was when he died . when he… it covers his eyes . i should have taken him to get a haircut , but i was so busy with work . when did he dye it black ? i never really noticed the change . one day it was just like that , i ca n't remember when ... `` jamie '' . the hoarse , guttural noise is all i can manage . two syllables . | wp |
describe to me an alien race physically , culturally , and the state of affairs on their world . | the alpha hit a button and the airlock door slid open . beta and gamma moved into the opening , beta standing tall and gamma crouching low so that they could both shoot if need be . the two soldiers stalked across the airlock umbilical with feline grace . alpha noticed that gamma 's rifle was just a smidge too low to be 100 % effective , but she was a gamma , that was to be expected . beta was in perfect form , her hips swayed back and forth as she slid through the shadows of the corridor . alpha linked her optical interface into beta 's so she could get an unimpeded view of the alien ship . she followed the two soldiers into the ship and delta followed behind her , covering their rear . alpha did n't trust rear security to a delta , and especially to this delta , she was dumb even by delta standards . this was also her first real mission and alpha did n't know what to expect . deltas could be erratic in battle , it was the biggest flaw of that class . | wp |
write me a story with one syllable words only . | two men took a stroll through the town they used to know . the town was not as it was , not the same town these two grew to love o'er the years . cracked and worn paint still clung to the wall where they spent their youth and cold grey light shone in the old park . it was not like the warm sun filled days of their youth . it did not have the bright blue paint on the wall , or the fresh green grass that lead to the park . `` this is ... .. '' one man said . `` bad '' the next man said with a snap . `` i ca n't think of how this could have took place . this place has no park , no balls , no hoops , not a thing for kids '' he cast his head down and felt a heat rise in him . how did his home get this way ? as the two men thought of the past and what fun they used to have through moist eyes a scream broke their trance . | wp |
finders keepers . a picture is worth a thousand words . image link in text . | kyle was miserable . it was hot . the kind of hot that makes your shirt stick to your back , and ice cream melt before you can lick it . heat like that can be a good thing , kyle knew . it melts the snow and comes from sun that makes the flowers grow . and sometimes , you get to go swimming . kyle called his dog , bean-bean , and went looking for his mom . `` i want to go swimming , '' he said when he found her in the kitchen . `` sorry , kyle , '' his mom said . `` the pool does n't open till next week ! '' kyle thought about that for a minute . | wp |
observation deck . | `` sir , it should be within visual range shortly . '' casper gazed out through the glass . it was thin and he was surprised it was able to house all of the people behind him , all walking about seemingly unperturbed . the clicking of heels against the aluminum floor interrupted his focus momentarily as his eyes adjusted past the blinding light of the sun . the marble moon glistened and twisted as they watched silently . `` there . i see it . there ! '' his partner shot . he could make out a pointed figure , much like the tip of a pen begin to pierce into view . just as the engineers predicted its trajectory would be . he felt his heart skip a beat . `` get langley . '' | wp |
you 're a subway conductor and one day you realize no one has been riding your train for years . ( wp ) | the line of sunlight creeps down the still and rusted escalators and across the dusty station floor . when it hits the line of blue plastic benches on your platform , i know it 's time . in my instrument panel , the clock chimes , signaling the start of another day 's shift . `` attention , passengers . the next blue line train to wonderland is now arriving . '' it 's not my voice , obviously . recorded announcements have been in use for well over 200 years now , along with automation in almost every system . what i 'm allowed to say to passengers is very limited , and only allowed for use in emergencies . i had only done so once . the doors hiss shut and a quick scan of the security cameras shows that there are no new passengers riding with me this morning . still , the announcements for the upcoming stops and security measures all play on , just as they do every morning . | wp |
the perfect couple is hiding a secret . they 're both can rewind time , and make changes . neither knows about the others ' gifts . | her blonde hair was in a ponytail as she smiled at her husband that night at 8:30 . her husband looked at her hair in a noticeable disdain . she untied her hair and made sure it shined in the afternoon sun . her husband loved how sexy his wife looked when her hair was down , making him thankful that it was so late . `` so ... . '' she said looking at her hair and nodding `` what do you think we should do later ? '' `` i 'm gon na fill you up with so much white stuff it 'll look like you have milk coming out your nose . '' he said while leaning forward and smiling . his wife 's mouth was left open at the confusing line . it was so quiet that you could her the dog barking outside . | wp |
the longer a spell takes to invoke , the more potent its effects . a single wizard has been casting a spell for hundreds of years . today , he is finally done . | his staff clattered on the floor , almost snapping in two . his arms were pathetic and noodlely , he gasped for breath as he tried to steady himself on a table . his spell had finally been finished . over 239 years he had been channelling his final spell . his product sat in front of him , gleaming in the light . his face was bright , but he needed water . he fetched his heaviest goblet and filled it to the brim with clear , pure water . he then took his product and paired it with the water he had just fetched . he gulped both down in a single instant . he could finally feel the effects ; he could feel it working . | wp |
as a child , you were kidnapped by a roving gang of marauders . a year later , you were saved by a dragon , who now seeks to raise you as her own . | the fork clattered to the floor . sighing , the girl tipped her tricorn hat back and stretched for the errant cutlery , all the while spinning the knife in her right hand . a gust of disapproving warm air batted the hat to join the fork , and she looked up to the great maw of taras . *child . do not spin your cutlery . it is undignified . * a sigh escaped his lips , bearing the loss of patience in the zephyr . the girl gathered her hat , the fork and an attempt at dignity and sat back up . primly posing , back straight , she twirled the knife a final rotation before setting it back to the table . *and the hat , too . * `` i believe you told me that *ladies* '' the last word dripping with honeyed contempt `` were allowed to wear hats to the table ? '' *indeed . but small ones , fascinators . | wp |
you are leaving a museum after a visit . there are two doors at the end of the hall . one is signposted as the route to the gift-shop and the exit . the other is unmarked . you choose the second door… | the temptation was stronger than me , what was i supposed to do ? not that i was expecting anything from another world . what could have been there ? some painting that needed restoration , some ancient items nobody really cares about , maybe something i could have stolen and kept as an useless trophy . what i saw after opening the door should have been a red flag . spiral stairs were laying ahead of me , surrounded by two suffocating brick walls and a low roof . i descended , pushed by a deadly mix of hesitation and curiosity . it did n't take long until i reached the bottom , which , to my surprise , only lead to an endless dark corridor slightly illuminated by bare light bulbs hanging from the wall . i had to know what was beyond . after walking what could have been a whole block i was stopped by a closed old door . | wp |
a 4-d star collides with earth , causing it to `` unroll '' into a seemingly infinite plane . though satellite images from orbit appear normal , on the surface , everything has changed . there are suddenly new continents , new seas , stretching endlessly onward . a new age of exploration begins . | i found myself like many , curious . time seemed to fluctuate and as the existing paradigm broke down , and a new one arose , i knew i wanted to be part of it . in pockets , isolated ones , time would move the same . in others it leaped and some it slowed . these places would lead to new times , eras , alternate timelines -- you needed only find the right pathway through that pocket . some were easy . second star to the right , straight on 'til morning . and the next day you were in a version of the world untouched by colonialism . it was odd . it was beautiful . it took so much patience and time , but was worth every second in terms of what we gained . some of us are travelling merchants . | wp |
in the future , everyone downloads new skills straight into their brain . you have spent weeks/months/years learning a new skill , any skill , the old-fashioned way . why ? | the waiting room is austere for the corporate headquarters . i suppose they save the good stuff for themselves . the secretary is busy typing on her keyboard . she probably has the advanced secretarial and executive assistant package . it costs a fortune but the jobs are worth it if you can get one . the plate on her desk reads sarah jenson , assistant to the ceo . out the window i can see most of the city and the sign on the building . **instattut** *we can teach you in an hour . * `` mr. carrol will sell you now , '' said mrs. jenson as she gestured to the double doors behind her . the office was typical for a ceo , massive with a large desk and a sitting area to the side with a view of the city . | wp |
write a story where the antagonist is doing something obviously horrible , but by the end of the story make me want to side with him over the good guy . | “ she 's gone , ” he said as simple as saying “ it looks like rain. ” i still held on to her hand as the warmth drained from it . “ no , ” i whispered . i did n't think my brother would hear it but he did . he had that way about him . “ i know what you 're thinking and you 're just going to cause yourself more pain that way , ” he said . “ you 're right , ” i sighed . her hand was now frigid . “ can i still have a moment alone with her ? ” “ sure , ” he replied giving me a cautious look . | wp |
a group of people worship a small , plain , clear glass marble . you touch it , and realise why . | `` let me pass ! '' pontius ' voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd . like fresh snow in spring the assembled group melted back , revealing a path to the plinth upon which it stood . one or two bowed their heads respectfully as the senator passed , but many stared at him . they were hard faced and angry , gaunt men with fire in their eyes and angry women clutching children to their side . walking beside his master , aquilus kept close , for fear that the crowd would forget their places . they stayed , however , watching pontius as he approached the glass ball . someone had placed it on a velvet pillow , and it was nestled there as a pearl in an oyster , reflecting the midday sun . to aquilus ' ears the sounds of the market had stilled . no flies buzzed , no traders haggled . | wp |
make me fall in love with a train . | 1st december , 1962 . i am stuck on a train out of kent bound for the west-coast . snow has damned the tracks for miles . i am sat with 30 others , coddled under a solitary blanket , warming myself with memories . the snow is setting on the window outside of my compartment . of all the days for this storm to pick-up . i will be seeing eliza tomorrow , i am sure of it . the conductor has told me we will be moving come morning , whenever that may be . outside of my window , i can see white settling upon itself ; i can not tell where the window ends and the abyss begins . how can one tell the time when the sun does not shine ? | wp |
every sentient species in the universe receives a jesus figure from god . it turns out humanity was the only species to torture and crucify him . you 're an ambassador priest informing the inter-galactic holy church what your species did . | `` we were led to understand it was necessary , '' my eyes were now fixed squarely on the floor in front of me , `` in order to redeem humanity . '' a hush descended over the assembly , golgon of the asterath shape-shifters let out a low whistle . `` and how was that supposed to work exactly ? '' asked high priest lk4186 . `` well ... '' i began `` he was the lamb of god , whose sacrafice redeemed the original sin of man . you know ? like how we all sacrafice animals to god to show our dedication to him . this was like the ultimate version of that . '' `` you do what ! ? '' thundered oloom the blob . `` sacrafice animals at the temple , as offerings . birds mostly , but lambs sometimes . '' `` lambs , as in baby sheep ? but , but why ? '' asked miranda highpriestess of the woolen-ones . | wp |
: homeopathy does work ... but only on you . | `` we have the building surrounded ! come out with your hands up ! '' a voice rang out through a megaphone . damn it . i knew the police were bound to show up at some point . it all started a couple of years ago . i had 4th stage terminal cancer , and things looked bad . i 'm talking front-of-the-line-at-disney-world , full-page-dedication-in-my-senior-yearbook , already-giving-away-my-possessions bad . you could say i was getting desperate . i decided , fuck it , i 'll try this hippie-dippy , homeopathic `` treatment '' thingy i read about . it was n't like real medicine was doing anything for me . well it worked . scarily well . | wp |
`` there 's a way to be really and truly happy . it 's not a secret and yet you can not be told . '' | jimmy embraced his son . `` i want to tell you son , believe me i do . but i ca n't . at least not yet . '' patrick sobbed . `` why the hell not dad ! '' he cried . `` i 'm miserable ! sarah dumped me , i think chad is seeing her , i 'm failing at least two classes , and i hate my boss ! and , oh yeah ! you and mom are getting a d-divorce ! '' patrick descended into blubbering . jimmy squeezed his son tighter . `` i know you want happiness pat . i know you need it . but if i tell you how to get it , i 'm not helping the world . if i want to help you in the long run , this is n't the way to go . '' in response patrick 's body shook harder with each sob . jimmy had always spoiled patrick . he was his youngest . | wp |
your entire life has been the product of a coma dream . one morning , you finally awake from your coma , but find yourself in the 18th century . your memories from the coma dream , and knowledge of the 21st century , are fully intact . | slowly , i drift from my deep slumber , swimming to the surface of consciousness . these time hops are always tiring ; no wonder my loved ones consider them to be the one of unending sleep . still , this journey was worth it . although the hopping was random , this time i had fallen into a future where i could learn *so much* . one with access to a global knowledge bank , yet not so far as to have fallen to their own folly . so many ideas , so many inventions . so much money to make ... i better act quickly . these travels always fade , as my woken reality re-asserts itself . i do not need the knowledge of how to make an efficient steam engine to be overwritten by king george 's lineage . oh , damn . where is my notepad ? | wp |
you 've just killed santa in your living room mistaking him for a burglar . any moment your wife and three kids are going to wake up and come down stairs for christmas . | i quickly throw all the presents into the red wagon santa delivered . and drag it to the door . then i pile my wife 's jewelry box , our bluray player and all the liquor in the house on the formerly jolly man in the red suit . i pour out the strongest stuff onto his velvet coat and beard . i hear a stomp and sneak onto the roof and shoo the reindeer away , they fly north until i do n't see them anymore . back downstairs i tip our natural tree over onto the body . then watch as fire spreads from fireplace to tree to alcohol to fat man . i run upstairs and wait in the bathroom . the smoke alarm goes off . i get the baby from the bassinet and pull up my wife . | wp |