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your 11 year old nephew just ate 2 of your lsd gummy bears 45 minutes ago and you have to make sure he makes it through sane .
stephen watched with a mute sort of horror as his nephew bounced up and down on the couch , hollering at the top of his voice . `` i 'm hungry , uncle stephen ! '' jason screamed , his face red and flushed . the gummy bears , it must have been . there were only three left in the side pocket of his backpack - last time he 'd checked , there had been a couple more . kids were curious . jason could have gone through everything in the backpack while he made dinner . he 'd probably gobbled them down without a second thought . stephen felt vaguely nauseous . what effect would they have on an eleven-year-old kid ? he did n't know the boy well enough to measure the effects against his normal behaviour - he had n't seen jason in more than two years .
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two people promise their first born child to two different witches in return for a favour . these two people end up getting married and have a child together .
we never knew our parents , our real ones anyway , we were raised by our moms . we were always homeschooled , and our moms dont really let us out much . my name is alexander and my twin sisters name is aleksandra . i go by alex , and she goes by endra to avoid confusion . we are conjoined twins . endra has the short end of the stick as she controls only the left arm , but she does n't seem to mind . i 've never been as good with magic , so i suppose that makes us even . `` that was a rush , '' endra suddenly says into my ear . i cock my head slightly indicating for her to continue . `` i 've been bodyjumping since this morning . first i was a bird on the windowsill , then i flew down , and became one of the normals on the street below . ''
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you 're a subway conductor and one day you realize no one has been riding your train for years . ( wp )
once again i found myself waiting at the platform for passengers that never arrived . i took another drag from my cigarette , the glow from the embers flaring , and looked out the windows . hundreds of feet of immaculate tile floor spread out to my right not a single piece of debris on them . the elevators leading down were silent , my mind supplied their familiar whir instead . even the stairs stretching up and out of the station were left vacant , shoes had n't touched them in years now . *what happened to the world ? * i wondered . long ago i had noticed the number of my passengers decreasing as the world grew crazier , until finally they stopped showing up completely . i never stopped coming here though . every morning i got up , showered , had my coffee with a light breakfast and came to the station . car 7 was always ready and waiting for me .
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everybody on earth has a tree that represents them . once that tree dies , that person dies too . you work as a lumberjack .
`` everyone over the age of 40 , the chief wants to see you . '' screamed the small man , whilst ringing a large bell in the center of the village . a few curious little faces peeked out of the windows and doors of the thatched grass huts . he screamed again , this time in a different tongue . the sound of the bell was high and loud , causing my head to throb but it seemed to do the work . the single dust road in the area was soon filled with people , men and women . `` this village is good . very good . best timber . '' the chief whispered to my friend . he nodded , his face tight . he was forced to leave his machinery back at our camp and he was n't too happy with it .
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you are being taken over by a virus . end with the sentence `` ironic , is n't it ? ''
i can feel them . my brain stems . i can feel each one as it slowly curls up and dies like an injured animal . they receed and decay and i can feel every second of it . my speech becomes worse by the day and my muscles are no longer the theoretical puppets at my command . i 'm becoming a drone , a mindless blumbering drone . a shell of my former self , pfft , not even i believe that . all that time in my life spent sitting around on the computer and on my phone , not talking , not registering the people around , just trapped , focused on that tiny screen in front of me . i reckon the internet was pretty much burned and seared into my retinas . i wish i 'd done more , i could 've been in love , had kids , been a somebody . now i just sit here , not talking , not registering the people around , just trapped .
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a war begins as a bar fight , becomes a regional war , expands to become a world war , and is concluded in the same bar it started in .
`` ... and now it begins ! '' the large brutish man with bulging biceps stood hunched over the small table , the man of similar size on the other end . on said table was the most anticipated game in the world . the legendary international tournament of choss , the board game that shocked the world . kids played it with their parents , elderly played it in their drug-induced semi-comatose states . so when the top player from both russia and america decided to end the debate about who was the international champion of choss ... well , here they are . in a dirty , cramped bar . and they would n't have it any other way . `` jackson moves his barbarian through the cover and into stealth . bold , it 'll let him flank vlad ... what is vlad doing ? the madman , he 's moved his daemon into direct fire ... no . '' the room was quiet .
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you 're in bed with a terrible cold when you look up to see death sitting in chair on the other side of the room . he is reading a thick book when he looks up and says , `` do n't worry . take your time . i just started this ... . ''
i glanced up at the hood figure sitting in the old rocking chair in the corner of my hospital room , his veiled face deeply engrossed in a sherlock holmes novel that he had clearly taken from the shelf . i knew i was sick , but fevered hallucinations were never on the list of symptoms for strep-throat . i had not seen the figure enter , nor take his place next to me . i had simply slumbered briefly , and awoken to find an intruder . i stared at him worriedly , and before long , he glanced back . β€œ oh , sorry for the scare . don ’ t worry . take your time . i just started this ” i tilted my head quizzically at him . my throat burned incessantly , and i could hardly croak out a single word if my life depended on it . which it very well may have in this moment .
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do not take chronotroxin if you are pregnant or may become pregnant . side effects of chronotroxin include bleeding , dizziness , spontaneous time travel , and in rare cases nausea . consult your physician if any of these symptoms occur .
he first became conscious in warm liquid darkness . there were sounds ; a heart beating , blood pumping and some distant music accompanied by woman 's humming . he fell asleep . an intense burning awoke him . it started at his belly and then rushed through his entire body . he kicked and thrashed furiously . his skull plates moved and pushed into his brain . the pain would n't stop . he could hear muffled screaming though he could n't make a sound . he passed out from the pain . he awoke to a new understanding .
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it 's been 8 months since the zombie apocalypse . you fell in with a tough as nails roughneck group . when in the city looting , you come across a scavenger . he 's your best friend from before the outbreak and your crew unanimously decides to execute him ( he is armed ) .
8 months since since everything changed . when i dream , it is not the fantasies i used to have , but memories of the time before . i dream of a time when i was n't weary , when i was n't hungry , when i still had my old family . i have a new family now . there is less warmth but we look after one another . it is better in some ways ; i used to be a father , that brought responsibilities , expectations , i had to lead . not now . as part of this group life is tougher , it is hardly safe to sleep and there is never enough food . yet now i have left the duties of parenthood , my job and my life behind , i am an equal for the first time . i am complete . within this group we are not friends , we are survivors . we do not love each other , but we need each other and we trust each other .
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you have an unique ability . when wearing someone else 's clothes , you change into this person . you collect `` appearances '' by buying clothes in second hand shops , but up to now it was just a game for you . then you find something very special ...
part 2 - one specific day changed everything . one day i bought a hawaiian shirt . bright , loud , expressive colours . i genuinely believed i was to become someone who could n't afford taste when it came to fashion , but i could not have been more wrong . i became damien black . damien was a mid-thirties , ridiculously successful , masculine heart throb . chiselled body , dashing good looks and the perfect man if ever i 'd seen one . i had more money than i could dream of and i was better looking . i swear to god my sense of humour improved too . suddenly i was surrounded by a posse of women as my escort .
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with most of the population infected , you are left with two options : pour all your efforts into developing a cure that may not exist or modify the disease to kill off all living host 's , stopping the plague but killing millions .
i could n't tell them . i had almost everything . *almost* everything i needed for the *heroic* savior of mankind or the more destructive savior . i could n't make a decision . as a scientist back in the old world , i never would 've thought myself to kill all these nearly lifeless people in my ward and in the world itself . desperate times call for situations like this , i suppose . i needed chemical mixture h^^8 for death . these two both had a similar compounds , something that made them both equal and i had that in my lab . if my scouting group found lo^^5 . my decision on which solution to come to was going to be based purely on ... luck , the most unscientific factor in my ultimate choice .
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our ends are beginnings .
falling . she loved falling . the cushion of air running by her face that could not hold her . she twirled around with glee . it was only once every other lifetime she got to fall like this . where was she ? berlin ? she hoped so . she had heard so much about berlin ! last time had been so dreary . nothing but ocean as far as the eye could see . the constant heat and smell from the air and the men -- it was enough to make her sick . and what was she wearing ?
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your cat is slowly becoming smarter and smarter and you start seeing signs that he/she might be plotting to kill you .
i frowned suspiciously at my cat . my cat frowned back . that was three weeks ago . things have gotten very bad since . i now fear for my life , and perhaps this account will help people . i hope . ever since i bought that new cat food , my cat had started to act strange . stranger than normal , anyway . i 'd walk around a corner , or reach for something under the ottoman . and there she was . my cat . she would leap at my face .
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it suddenly becomes possible to gain xp and level up in the real world , but you can only do so by getting kills .
she had returned from her latest deployment . the military had changed recently . soldiers were recycled out and placed into non combat positions as a precaution . however the legends still stalked the battle fields , those who were out there before the terrible revelation was finally accepted . she would be an alien , if pain staking effort was given to wipe away her identity and give a new one . super human - all the comic book milestones . war was waged much differently now . the very act excites an immediate arms race ascribing near god like powers to anyone lucky enough , brutal enough or well trained enough to kill . the new cold war raged quietly , as each nation assembled a pantheon of super soldiers . she had returned home to her family .
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in an alternate universe , two earths orbit our sun . today we finally launch a first mission to visit our sister planet .
you would think they were only 6 months away , no ? so goes the naive thinking , but orbital mechanics is a bitch and the trip takes 3 years . halfway out to jupiter , and then back down . it was n't exactly how we expected first contact . little green men ushering us into the pan-galactic community was the hope . easy to say that did n't happen . and it did n't even assuage those primal questions and fears . who are we ? who made us ? are we alone ? well , to the third point : no , we 're not alone . but not alone in the most uselessly possible .
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your 11 year old nephew just ate 2 of your lsd gummy bears 45 minutes ago and you have to make sure he makes it through sane .
it started with the giggling . the unstoppable , contagious giggling . giggling like that from an eleven year old boy usually meant he was making a mess , or lighting something on fire . setting down the lunch dish i had been washing i rushed up the stairs and into david 's room . it was much worse than anything i could have imagined . on the floor in front of my sprawled out nephew , was my bag of individually wrapped lsd bears . in front of david were two empty wrappers . `` hey buddy , you doing okay ? '' slowly i made my way to him , careful not to startle him in his state . `` i cant . ''
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the natural-born-killer gene was decisively phased out of the global gene pool as soon as it was discovered , launching humanity into a new era of peace . a century has passed since then , but troubling events have prompted a world-wide search for individuals possessing the elusive gene ...
the van drove through the dark recesses of the forest and was alone . the 2 men had been driving for miles and had yet to see another car or even a house , no sign of civilization at all . a steady stream of oaks blocked so much that they might have passed by something and not even known it , but they doubted it . they did not know how much farther they had to go . all that was known of the tribe was rumor , and never from a direct source . for all they knew the tribe might not have even existed . they could not know it , but they were just passed the halfway point of the forest before they found them . the van quietly pulled to a stop , and turned off . a small group of people were crossing the road ahead . they were sparsely clothed , and the men in the van were embarrassed for them .
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a man with a happy family and great life , comes across a genie who grants him three wishes . 10 years later he 's alone and depressed and commits suicide . expand on his wishes and what prompts his downfall .
the man had wished for three things : he had wished that he would have access to an unlimited stockpile of wealth . he never had need or worry of financial hardship again . he had wished that he would have perfect health . his physical form was rid of imperfection and his ill conditions left him . nothing could scathe his purity . lastly , he had wished that , upon the instant of a thought , he could learn all there was to know about any subject he so desired . he became a genius of unconquerable proportions . he instantly knew everything language , art , science . some might say that this man was greedy , but he was not . he sought only the best for himself and those whom he shared the earth with .
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in a world where super-powered people exist one such individual longs to be a hero but fears rejection due to their powers being indecent/immoral in nature . when fate forces them to reveal their abilities the public reaction is ... unexpected .
in my entire life , i had only ever snapped my fingers three times consecutively . my life had always been one of a second-class citizen . the heroes in the hallways had repeatedly saved those around my from minor inconveniences . a boy with super-speed could stop any attractive girl from dropping her bags . a villian boy with x-ray photoshop skills had leaked multiple pictures of every girl in the school . those of us in the middle , with skills that could not really create great good or great evil , were perpetually ignored . i had seen multiple showdowns throughout by high school career . the hero and the villian . somehow , the hero always won . i had seen many fights in which , given their respective power points , the villian should have been thoroughly defeated .
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you meet somebody who you believe is/was trapped in a groundhog day style 24-hour time loop .
she 's here again . that blonde girl with the scarf . she 's browsing the pages of a potential book at her usual table in the bookstore . it feels like i 've walked up to her one hundred times before . each time i ask her for coffee , and each time she just acts annoyed and says no . sometimes without even acknowledging me . it feels so real , but it 's never actually happened . i know it has n't . it 's just my brain playing me worst-case scenarios . but she 's here .
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the aokigahara suicide forest .
another freed soul swaying in the wind . another escapee . another *disgrace* . did he commit some unthinkable act , did the guilt gnaw at him until he could not go on ? or was he just useless . useless like me . one way or another , he finally did right . he knew his family was better off without him . some people just have no place . i must go on a little further ; i can not have anyone find me until before next year 's body search . they will have time to accept my failure gradually ; i could n't bring them one more hardship now . my wife has already cried for me , when i made my last mistake .
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give me a thrilling tale of intrigue and mystery . one catch : it must be set in the dmv .
james hitched his belt a little higher and strolled into the office . it was five minutes to five , and the dmv wouldn ’ t open for another hour . that hour was all the time he had to finish this . he walked over to the little cubicle situated under the β€˜ window 3 ’ sign . he nervously logged into the system , and checked the time signature at the bottom right of the screen . it read 5:56 , just as he had programmed it to . this way , an hour ahead , he could have an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening to work privately . he opened the file he ’ d cleverly called β€œ gentleman ’ s literature ” , grinning to himself . it was a running joke in the office ; that the creepy , hunched over , balding james gratner had a porn folder . β€œ if only they knew ” , he thought to himself , the grin disappearing as he scrolled through the file .
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the soldiers faced a simple choice : lay down their weapons and die for nothing , or hold them fast and die for something .
ler took deep breaths , a futile attempt to call his nerves . the screams of his comrades split the air , the clash of metal shook his frame , the cries for mercy filled his ears . leaned on his spear , gasping for breath , as the noises got closer . he could see now , the effect of the man . just one man , an army in his own respect , that tore through their ranks as if they were tissue paper . men dropped one by one out of view each accompanied by a scream , a call . ler shook , grew sick . his grasp loosened on his spear , he thought of dropping it . of running . a hand clamped down on ler 's shoulder and he spun , hauling his spear up . behind him an old man stood , grave faced .
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when someone is murdered , their name appears on the skin of the killer . you wake up with a name on your arm and no knowledge of how it got there .
ugh . the first thing that goes through my head most saturday mornings . always too much alcohol the night before . always the empty promise to myself that i wo n't do it again . i slowly open my eyes and try to avoid the hazy sunlight pouring through the gap in my blinds left by my cat . i lift my arm up to cover my face and hopefully black back out for awhile and it 's then that i see the name on my arm . as clear as day . the names that only appear when you 've killed that person . as plain as day written there was my wife 's name . my stomach fell out through my ass . no wait . the opposite apparently .
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many people hate their roommates . unfortunately , your roommate happens to be a really immature , reality-bending deity , whom finds it very amusing to play pranks on people with his or her powers .
`` dammit osiris ! '' cody slammed the door to his bedroom . `` put my room back dude , not cool , i need my shoes , i have class in five minutes . '' osiris laughed and snapped his fingers , `` there little buddy , your room has been returned to this dimension . '' cody exhaled an angry breath and tried the knob again , this time it was locked , he kicked it in frustration . `` will you please unlock my door ? '' `` i did n't lock it . '' osiris said smiling . `` please unlock it . i have to go . '' osiris shook his head and waved his hand toward the blank wall to cody 's right . the wall became a projection of cody saying `` do not unlock my door again , do you understand ? when it 's locked that means i do n't want it opened , not by you , not by anyone . ''
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the main character meets their future self ... and hates them .
i stared at this laughing clown of a man , all smiles and hugs , not even a single frown . i glared at him and wished his existence to end , with his three piece suit , manicured nails and perfect hair . complete contrast to me . i wear what i want , not what corporate conglomerates want me to , i do n't subscribe to their views and ways . `` what 's up bud ? '' he says , smiling and walking , almost bounding over to meet me . `` something got you down ? '' do n't talk to me '' i muttered `` why not ? `` , life 's good , air is free , and i just bought a brand new maserati . wan na drive ? '' he holds the keys out and jangles them in front of me .
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an apartment building where the rent is payed in reddit karma .
world really had changed . first reddarpments came in 2017 after the panama papers data leak ruined the economy . nobody really trusted money after the incident and respect of your peers was starting to gain more value as a currency than `` real '' money . at first it was essentially just people giving and receiving favors just like in the old days . nobody really can tell when the great shift happened , but it did . infrastructure for giving , receiving and measuring the respect for everyones contributions already existed and it was this site called reddit . in 2018 the first legislation organization reddit.org for monitoring reddit karma whoring , reposting and multiple account scams was already formed . nobody wanted their new currency to be ruined by new scandal as with the old currency in 2016 . unfortunately for me i was n't among the first adapters that already had gathered thousands upon thousands of karma by clever comments , cat pictures or just plain old scamming . now everything is paid in karma and this includes reddarpments or apartments as they were once called .
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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 .
they fell in love at the moscow state university . rosmanov was a astrophysics and aeronautical engineering major , ilya was completing her phd in ancient history . rosmanov loved the way her hair flowed in the harsh winter gales , ilya never particularly paid him much attention at first but was eventually intrigued by his constant , longing , teenage gaze . they eyed each other from opposite ends of the campus and over time their orbits began to slowly draw closer through mutual friends , shared acquaintances and suchlike . finally , they spoke at length at a mutual friends apartment . they were inseparable from that moment . one or the other would sneak into the dormitories late at night . they ’ d spend a few hours in each others simple , single beds . it was family friendly fun , the odd kiss here and there . they were too innocent to even contemplate intercourse , instead enjoying cuddles as saccharine as a disney liaison .
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finally , after years of searching , you have found the source of magic that was sealed away in the ancient past ! however , just as you are about to undo the seal , you spy some ancient text ...
*those who seek it , will be undone by it . * it was tiny text , carved very carefully , deliberately . once , you might have been able to see it clearly , but through sand , rain and mud , after being buried for centuries i could hardly translate it , let alone decipher the message . the crest of a crossed symbol , a snake wrapped around a sword on top of a blank shield made an impression . below it was carved a winding ribbon that stated the name of the clan 's leader *leondrus* . i sighed , blowing some of the dust off of the stone box . it was n't heavy , quite the opposite . it was a delicate container , seemingly fragile but cut from sturdy stone . unable to determine the origin or the material , i scanned it again to find any markings i had n't already checked . standing up for a moment to stretch increasingly sleepy legs , a loose groan came out .
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since birth , you have always had a bad sense of direction that would defy the laws of logic and space . instead of arriving at your destination , you would end up in places or areas impossible for normal people to get to .
i was watching a seal sunbathe from the other side of a plate-glass window when i felt a tap on my shoulder . i turned my head . it was karen , with her long brown hair . she was dressed casually . β€œ oh hey. ” i said she smiled , but the smile did n't extend to her eyes . β€œ hey. ” β€œ uh… ” i tried to find something to say . this was awkward . β€œ so about last night… ” β€œ uh , look , i 'm sorry i did n't show up. ” her smile widened a little . it looked pained . β€œ no , that 's alright. ” β€œ it 's just i could n't find the place.
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muggle technology has become advanced enough to be indistinguishable from magic .
it 's been a while since my last time at hogwarts . i was the last student to graduate since everyone after me dropped out and no one ever came . the headmaster eventually stopped sending letters , the teachers were all retired and all my old friends recently got technology degrees . my kids keep asking why i have a wooden stick . i tell the stories of when wizards were prominent , when harry potter saved muggle born wizards like me and when magic was still extravagant . now , technology has surpassed magic . potions , spells , a button away on a holographic phone . beasts and half humans , called mutants and poster boys for the dangers of radiation . everything that was so other worldly is mundane and inferior . my heart still seems to ache as my phone vibrates in my pant pocket .
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a conversation plays out like a chess match .
they have crossed the blue star sea in hopes to press on to the promise land . the war was a wretched one and few survived . the religious leader of the land sets out to make peace with the enemy . the king and queen believe only death should come of their enemies . as the knights come off the ship they see that the pawn 's are quickly back on their feet ready to protect the king . `` bishop , before you go , will you pray for me ? '' the king asks . `` king , be one with god and you shall not need my praying , '' the bishop replies . `` knights ! see four of your finest squires return the bishops safely . '' the king demanded . `` pawn sea sicks from the voyage across the great ocean your grace but i will see they escort him safely '' the knight slurred . `` queen , geez , heaven will have no room for you with the slayings you have committed . ''
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you do n't believe in love in first sight , but one encounter convinces you otherwise . ~50 to 200 words .
all eyes are on her as she enters the room . but i saw her first . *she ’ s mine . * love at first sight ? that ’ s just superficial nonsense for hopeless romantics . so what the hell is going on inside my chest right now ? this is the first time i have ever felt my heart beat so hard it sends tremors through my entire body . my god , she is beautiful . *did she just make eye contact ? * i ’ ve never been so terrified in my life .
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`` this door can only be opened by a key which opens no doors '' `` that 's stupid . ''
we approached the door , my captain , his bird , and i . the last of our crew , wiped out by the unexpected trials the island threw at us . bloodied , tired , and rightly pissed , all i knew was that this treasure could never be worth it . but i 'd try my damn best to make the most of my new found wealth . of course , that was assuming this last test did n't kill us . the captain 's torch flickered , making the shadows dance as we drew to the cave 's end . the door could n't have been more ... normal , despite the scenery of moss and stone . just a simple wooden block , a brass nob , and a plaque nailed at eye level . we stopped before the door . my captain brushed dust and cobwebs off inscription , and translated the dead language .
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you wakeup to discover you 've developed an underwhelming but oddly applicable superpower .
the room was nothing like i imagined . with shadows scurrying around in the twilight emitting from the huge screens . a military decorated man among them gives me a look and then as expected ... `` do n't tell me dr. croat that this is the man who 's going to save my men . i can smell the liquor from here '' . *fine by me* . `` if you allow me to explain general . he 's the signpost-man '' . half the room bursts into laughter . i 've *a name* , you know , but what the heck , if it gets me paid , you can call me barbie . i used to love my so called `` superpower '' once , do n't laugh yet until you hear it all . one day , a long time ago . i was dating this super hot girl , lost among the hot girl seas . i drove her home one night , just when i exit the car , she looks at me with disgust and looks around , then walks home .
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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 .
`` your father wanted me to give this to you after his funeral . '' `` a letter ? should n't this be read aloud for everyone to hear ? '' `` he told me with his last words to have you read it , then decide . '' `` well , in any case , thank you . '' . daniel , this should n't be . it does n't make sense . unfolding across four dimensions , yet we still perceive the world in three ( four , counting time ) ? the idiots that came up with that theory - no , not a theory , it 's a widely regarded *fact* by the time you 're reading this - should n't be called scientists anymore . there 's no way you do n't know by now that the earth was hit by a star moving faster than the speed of light . nobody knows how or why this happened .
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the day after a suicide attempt .
`` why did you try to do it ? '' she was sitting in the chair beside my feet . her hair was currently in a ponytail because she had rushed over here too fast to fix it . she looked at me with that look that she rarely gave but meant so much . `` reasons . '' it was the first word i had uttered since i had swallowed those pills . `` more specifically ? '' `` like you care ... '' i looked away , i could n't stand for her to see me like this . why would n't she just leave me be ? she punched me in the arm , hard . `` what was that for ? ''
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write a short story in which the gpf ( gallons per flush ) of a toilet is somehow crucial to the plot .
the design engineer shifted nervously on the senate floor . people were dead ; more people than the *deepwater horizon* accident could have even managed to kill . thousands of barrels of crude oil now turned the waters and beaches of florida black . a well was leaking from the ocean floor . no one had survived . the engineer had been the project manager for the *artemis 2000*-a state of the art , ultra-deep water , double derricked drilling ship . it was , or had been , the largest ship in the world . it was larger than the *emma maersk* and the *prelude* combined . it housed over a thousand people and had brilliantly arrived into the gulf a month ago to start work on its first well . now it was bloody , oil coated scrap metal at the bottom of the gulf of mexico , and the engineer was to blame .
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you are a soldier in the game `` total war '' , however , your player is a terrible commander .
`` ja kaiser , ve kloze fir bettle ! '' screams the captain , seemingly to the air . you 've learned not to question it . the enemy fort stands before you and your comrades . hundreds of reichsmen stand by your side . this mere rebel outpost should be no match for the endless strength of the holy roman empire . but you know better . the francs , the poles , the danes . each have made a mockery of your homeland 's imperial might by running rings around every army that the kaiser sends forth . you have served in enough battles to know that the rulers of the empire are all , without question , madmen .
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the flat earth society is correct . space programs are a hoax , as a part of a worldwide conspiracy . what 's beyond the wall of ice that is antarctica ?
the winds howled , we struggled through the snowstorm , one mile to go until we hit what should be the south pole , but no one knew we were here . no one from nasa , no one from the nsa . we killed frank three miles back when phil found out he was an illuminati spy . no one was tracking us now . we reached ... it . what should have been the south pole , the snow cascaded down , floating down a steep ledge . phil peered over the edge . `` give me a rope , and the camera . i need to photograph this , '' he shouted . within a few minutes we had him properly anchored and dangling over the edge . we gave him twenty meters of rope .
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the monster under your bed is protecting you from something much worse .
there 's a monster in my room . or not my room , but the room that i happen to live in . it is a small room with pink sparkles that dot the walls and a chest in the corner that hold the toys of the small child that currently sleeps in this room . a nightlight shines softly a corner , keeping the darkness and nightmares at bay . it is the shape of a cheerful little fish with blue scales and big , happy eyes . it seems to be saying `` hey ! no monsters are allowed here ! beat it ! '' if only it worked . from under the bed , i hear something shift in the closet . the weak light of the night light is just barely enough to illuminate it . peering through the crack is a dark blue mass of fangs and claws .
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when you murder someone you gain their knowledge . you really should not have killed your latest target .
***bang*** the young woman 's brains splatter against the wall . and i 'm sent reeling , dropping the gun and clutching my aching skull . there was no way in hell this little lass should have have had this much knowledge . i 'd killed top academics that had given less neural rebound , so how could a little girl of barely 17 have so much in her head . ... no . not *her* head . her kid . her unborn son . i saw , in the blink of an eye , the life he should have lead . raised by a teenage mother , working a low income job until he turned 20 , then realizing he could do more , could be more . he should have changed the world and now he was lying unborn in a gutter , not even close to full term and dying with his mother . he was azoth , yhwh , allah .
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you hate your boss , and you 've just won the lottery . write your resignation letter .
oh hey mike . you always call me by my first name , so i suppose this is okay now . we are friends here at the office afterall , are n't we , mike ? team-building exercises galore , even though these are probably just your ill-adjusted way to say `` i wan na shag you , jessica ! '' yep , i noticed you feeling her up . apparently you have a thing for thick girls . you chubby chaser . protip : not gon na happen . she 's just afraid as fuck to lose her job , supporting 2 children and whatnot . mikey mikey . you lack decency and humility , so i wo n't give you none either . remember when you made me work unpaid overtime ? me neither . honestly too many times i 'd care to remember .
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you are the only person left on the planet after everyone disappears for some reason . you spend your days posting pointless status updates to facebook , when one day , a stranger likes your post .
he had never been lonely , despite always being alone . for most of his life he puttered along , eschewing his peers in favor books and later , the internet . it was simply easier to craft a shell of information and entertainment around himself than it was to suffer the agonies of small talk or the burn of rejection . the intensity of those hurts was so much larger and so much more difficult to manage than the low hum of solitude . when he woke up on the day he would come to call rapture wednesday , he had n't noticed anything was wrong . not at first , at least , not until he went outside . there were cars sitting in the middle of the street or up on the curb while the traffic lights ticked green-yellow-red in an endless cycle . the engines were running but not one driver 's seat was occupied . the seat belts were still buckled across the seats , as if the person sitting there had just *poofed* right out of existence . the shops were empty .
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the zombie apocalypse has begun , and all the doomsday preppers and zombie enthusiasts are a bit too excited about it for their own good ...
`` finally ! who 's crazy now ? '' i slung my assault rifle over your shoulder and the bullet belt across the other shoulder . thigh and hip holsters held modified handguns and my bowie knife went in my back pocket . it was n't easy getting this stuff - i was almost caught once or twice but it was worth the risk in the end . the ham radio warned of terrible things , warning listeners not to go outside because today was the day of reckoning . yes it is . i jogged up the stairs , bullets jingling like sleigh bells . you could hear the chaos outside my barred windows . those assholes thought i was stupid for having these installed . it lowered the value of their houses to have my house looking like a `` prison '' . i lowered all of my curtains to avoid being spotted and made my way up to the attic .
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you meet a genie that grants one wish . you wish to go back in time and change your biggest mistake . you get taken back to the time right before you made your wish .
`` yes '' i said to jason . `` yes ! '' i repeated as he took a step back , surprised by what i had just told him . this was n't like me , he knew that , and i knew that . me as a 17 year old would never say yes to having an abortion . i had wanted kids my whole life , until just a second ago 17 year old me was the happiest she had ever been , as she had just found out she was 4 weeks pregnant . i , however , knew how foolish she had been to be excited . she had no clue that her stupidity was about to lead her down a long road of poverty and sadness . that road , which i have already walked . i was so sick of it , so i wished i could go back in time and make it so it had never happened . now , here i was .
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after enjoying a large coffee on the way to the office , you head to the bathroom to relieve yourself . while washing your hands , it becomes apparent that something is awry . you chance a glance out the door and realize that a group of masked men are tying up your coworkers . react .
it was a typical friday morning . the realisation that the weeklong grind would come to an end and what approaches these next couple of days will help ease what is to come the following week . i walk out of the starbucks with a venti vanilla frappe . it was n't coffee , but i figured i 'd get this weekend off on the right foot . as i walked into my office , i could n't help but notice a group of unusually tall men , all dressed in black leather jackets , dirty blue jeans , and ... running shoes ? huh , i thought to myself . what an odd choice in clothing . the thought left my head as quickly as it came by and i head to the restroom to relieve myself . while i washed my hands , i heard a lot of commotion and bumping on the other side of the restroom door . yelling ensued and a loud pop followed .
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describe a colour without ever using the name of it .
g # every time i see that color , i hear a g # , as loud as the color is plentiful . synesthesia is weird that way . but i would also call it a sour color , but an invigorating one . g # , b # , and d # . hilight my notes with those colors , and i 'll have a nice chord to listen too while i study . it 's pleasant . or sometimes , i 'll write out a song with colors . as my eyes drift across the page , hear the melody . invariably , my eyes are drawn back to the g # . its such a bright color , such a loud note . it 's my favorite .
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one day there is a knock at the door , opening you find yourself face to face with your exact double . they tell you that because you have n't managed to achieve it , they are here to replace you and get things back on track .
`` wait , what ? i 'm being replaced ? what the hell happens to me then ? '' my double rolled his eyes . `` whatever the hell you want , '' he said , pushing me aside as he walked in . it all started to sink in . `` you mean i can just sit around and play video games all day ? '' i asked , starting to feel very excited . `` this is like a dream come true . '' `` clearly , '' he said , looking around my apartment . empty pizza boxes and bottles littered the room . `` looks like you 're living it already . '' i frowned .
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a soldier on the front dies in the middle of writing a letter home . it is finished and sent by the man who killed him .
i should n't be here . if i had only gone to the academy and enlisted at a higher rank , i could have been of more use . i am smart , but i am weak ; love bird , if i can not make it home i pray that atleast they can not make it to you . no matter what , you have to make sure that they can not find what i was working on . it will change the course of history . it may be a long time until you can hear from me again . for now , dont trust anyone . things are becoming dangerous as they are looking for me and i feel they will come for you too . in a few weeks time , i will send somebody for you . go with him and bring everything , you will find me soon after .
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dark magic does n't actually make you evil , power-hungry people just gave it a bad name . as a new sorcerer under your mentor 's guidance , you now have control over one of the most free-form magics to exist . your final assessment ; go show people that you 're not what the legends condemn you as .
`` no , look ! '' i said loudly , trying to ignore the screams of the crowd . `` it 's friendly , see ? '' the first row of onlookers trampled the second as they tried to escape from my latest creation . `` please relax ! it 's just a bone golem ! his name is jared ! '' i watched unhappily as jared swiftly deboned a peasant that wandered too near , adding their skeleton to his mass and growing a foot taller . why could n't everyone else learn to love dark magic the way i had ? `` okay , okay , new strategy , '' i called out , recalling jared to my side and putting him to sleep with a carefully applied stroke of lamb 's blood . `` say hello to matilda , the latest innovation in pest and weed control ! '' i glared out at the swiftly emptying square .
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you and everybody else can not speak . you have to communicate by writing/typing/drawing .
*one lazy hero* *j.fourier* - **day 1** - right now ; i 'm a bit lost in the world , to say the least . stopped with the psychotropic the other week . dreadful idea . almost had me leaving my box and going outside ! ca n't have that . even started gardening . difficult and boring ; all for a little tiny payoff . - nope . not mine . i 'm just going to leave it all up to the sapiens . difficult out here as a crow , to be honest . the humans have n't quite figured it out yet ( i think ) ; but i 'm not like them . part of me thinks that the scraggly head plumage gives it away ; but for the most part i seem simioform enough .
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the twist is that there is not a twist .
he smiled at me . the scar on his face turned his smile into a twisted sneer that revealed a mouthful of yellowed teeth . β€œ one hundred dollars , no less. ” i was flabbergasted , surely a 1969 pontiac gto in this good of condition would cost more than fifty dollars . i walked around the car , it was black , with a gold pin stripe down the side . it had been lowered and the lower stance made it seem like it was straining to leap forward . the hood pushed down over the headlights giving the grill an angry look that was backed up by the growl from the engine . i felt the hairs on the back of my neck tingle when the engine revved . the seller turne doff the car and stepped out from the drivers seat.through the open door i could barely discern the seats as the entire interiorwas black leather , so dark it was like staring into an abyss . β€œ so what ’ s wrong with it ?
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write three short stories set in , respectively , 1 , 1001 and 2001 ad .
the man in the top hat regarded the scene with trepidation . he knew the rules of time travel and had broken them willingly . this knowledge did little to lessen his fear . he approached the manger cautiously , careful not to let the light shine upon his cloak . he reached through the window slowly , and at once grabbed his mark and vanished . the man in the top hat rocked the child gently in his arms . he walked along the dirt path looking for a sign . all was calm , the promise lingering on his lips as he repeated it to himself in whispered words . but he had to be sure . man and child vanished once more .
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a demon is getting really tired of teenage girls summoning him .
that was the fourth jessica in the last two months alone . before that it was three brittneys and a skyler and who could forget the disastrous tamara case ? jim flipped through the ledger to double check , but no , it was all there . nothing but teenage girls for the past six months and it seemed to only be getting worse . this must be someone from upstairs , he thought . frank in accounting could pull some strings and he and i were never on very good terms , especially after the last holiday party . i knew i shouldn't 've made a pass at his wife . jim sat back in his chair with a sigh , the leather flatulating under his weight . he rubbed the nub of his left horn , a bad habit and a nervous tick , exacerbated in the last few months to the point that he could barely call it a horn at all anymore . these girls 'll be the death of me , he despaired , not without a conscious note of irony .
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an alien race encounters the most terrifying predator imaginable . a lone , unarmed human .
we had tracked the hulk for centuries as it slowly drifted towards us , barely moving compared to the craft outside the exclusion zone . eventually something had to be done about it of course . a new council was convened . then , following the usual outcry as to why the councils had more exo 's than endo 's , and why only two invertebrates had been included , it all ended up with the usual tribunals , hearings and raft of new legislation that every action takes . our government just made you wish that your species would have that referendum on receding to the monocultures . the hulk approached closer , as hulks are wont to do . it was amusingly complex , so over engineered that it was more a floating group of redundant systems than a ship . i tell you this so you understand better . you know what we face now . but then , we were innocent .
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make-a-wish has limitless power to fulfill any wish , but all people want is to go to disney .
narrator : a young boy named derrick is about enter his make-a-wish . he can wish for anything in the world and it will come true . he could meet a hero , wish to fly , wish for his illness to go away , but he has something else on his mind . you see , this young boy has a severer illness . i 'm not sure what it is because i 'm not a doctor and googling illnesses can be a pain . it makes his mind think evil thoughts . all he wants to do is cause problems for others . why he 's getting wish is unsure . his parents are wealthy so of course that 's it . oh ! he 's about to make his wish !
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a world that lay broken .
aye , the tale of the land of rube . β€˜ twas shaped like a cube , with six planes of kingdoms belonging to the six grand colours of the lands . nine plots of equal size divided the insides of each kingdom , three plots by three . the first fiefdom was red , the dreaded land of molten rock and the warriors that bathe in fire . the fiefdom on the opposite face was white , the bright land that only had one-fifth the blight of the red lands . the sight of the white might remind one of a pristine landscape of snow and crystals . nobody has ever claimed to have laid eyes on a white . on the right was the green kingdom , mean and obscene . the greens picked their noses with their toes , and they belched loudly and scratched their armpit hair with shovels . this kingdom ’ s main products are vulgarities and curse words .
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the little black box .
i found the while checking the inflation on the left front tire . somebody had slapped up it inside the wheel well , and a heavy-duty rare earth magnet kept the box in place . leaving it undisturbed , i aired up the tireβ€”with at least enough air to make the dashboard idiot light go out . *until i figured out the box , it seemed best to leave it be . * the box had a shop built look to it , not something slick from a lab or factory . that thing began life in somebody 's basement . *whose basement ? * in size , the box came in midway between an orange and a grapefruit . and its location ruled out a bomb . *a bomb belongs under the driver 's seat β€” or on the fuel tank . * the box did n't have any wires feeding into it , so it had to be self-powered .
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a high-stakes heist in an unusual location for an uncommon prize .
the sequoias rise as sentinels over the moonlit grass . fraulein sprints from an aging oak to the sheltering shadowy refuge of a massive trunk . 17:45:20 high up in an elk sized branch , comrade ’ s hand mirror reflects the moonlight for but an instant . 17:45:48 now the game of waiting , waiting for seppo . quiet as can be , fraulein sneaks deeper into the wood . the shifting shadows of the firelight flicker across her face . soft and slow she sinks into the deep grass , watching the small campsite . the fire should be lower ; visibility is higher than she ’ d like it to be . a custom build two person flexi-fiber tent is anchored against a large trunk , and three children quietly warm themselves at the campfire . each child wears a standard issue grey jump suit , each equipped with a round metallic pressure pad on the chest .
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write your heart onto your sleeve , reddit .
`` i found you . '' jane feels the words crawl under her skin as his breath hits the back of her neck . a chill runs down her spine and her heart drops somewhere beneath her small intestine . *not him* , she thinks , *anyone but him* . she superstitiously crosses her fingers , knowing it wo n't change who stands behind her , and she turns to face him . rage washes over her as quickly as the chills had . jane clenches her fists , her fingernails make a new home in the palms of her hands . through clenched teeth she growls , hoping it 's enough to get her mood across . `` i knew you 'd come around . '' he says , `` i 've looked everywhere for you . i miss you . ''
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a hero and a villain team up to get revenge on a common enemy . the hero turns out to be much more devious than the villain .
funny how fate works out . everything that you used to stand for changes completely at one moment . see , for this story , i was the villain according to the world . i did n't believe that because i , like any other person , had justifications for my actions just as we all do when we do things others object to . i was just like any other person , my goal was to conquer the world in order to end all war . i 've ... i 've lost so many to things that we were n't a part of . i wanted to control everything to make sure nobody else suffered like me . i was n't born with an abnormally strong body or mind , but with hard work and a skilled teacher , i was able to create machines and armor that would make any country envious . despite everything , there was one who opposed me . people gave him the nickname the blue wonder .
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please tell me about one of your fonder memories .
our adopted son was was a big fan of leaping up and down the half staircase into the basement , and his room when he first arrived . he was also a big fan of screaming at us when he did . usually after some battle to get him to finish his vegetables , or homework or some other standard mundane task . one night , about half a year after moving in and an exhaustive effort helping him with his homework - which included doing math problems outside in large chalk numbers on the driveway , he ran down the stairs screaming at me . upset that i was holding him accountable for finishing . β€œ i hate you dad ! ” his screamed , the door slamming behind him shoving the framing another millimeter out of whack . slamming doors was another of his favorite pass-time we had discovered . i came back up the stairs where i had followed him part way , beaming and whispered to my partner who was standing at the top of them . β€œ he called me dad !
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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 .
turbulence buffeted the ship as we dove through the clouds , our flaming engines leaving a trail of smoke a mile long . still , the federation ships pursued us relentlessly . i glanced at my copilot , his blue skin glistening with sweat as he attempted to keep the ship from falling apart . `` you 're doing a good job zefra , '' i said , desperately hoping it was true . another round of laser bolts slammed into the ship . bloody hell , could n't they see we where already doomed ? rhetorical question ... they really did n't care ; the ruthless bastards . the ground was coming into view now . i could see the towering mountains to the west , looming up like giant waves , ready to crush as at the slightest mistake . i stomped hard on the thruster pedal and the ship began to turn ever so slowly .
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there are rituals that summon demons . why are there no rituals that summon angels ?
i was a master summoner . i not only summoned demons , i pulled from realms that you ca n't even imagine . i simply had a thought one day . i 've summoned daemons ( from the old greek ) , i 've talked to the dead , you name it , i 've summoned it . anything from the frost giants of jotunhiem to the the least significant spirits of eastern religions . i 've even visited asgard on a few occasions . i , however , have never summoned an angel . i eventually became hellbent on summoning one . the issue arose when i learned that no one in history has called an angel . this was troubling . this meant i had to figure it out myself .
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`` i 'll tell you something the world does n't know ''
there was blind panic . the mutation had been identified only two days ago . it was most likely in effect way earlier but it took time for people to realise what it was . hundreds at first , but now thousands upon thousands dropping dead each day . `` cancer is now officially an airborne virus , sir . anyone who comes into contact with a person afflicted with any kind of variation of the illness will be instantly infected . '' `` well ! ? what 's the radius ? more information , damnit ! '' `` calm down , harry . '' said the president . `` calm down ? do you realise what is happening ! ? '' boomed the chief of police , without a nuance of interest in who he was speaking to . `` thank you , that will be all . ''
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due to a genetic mutation , hair follicles have now been linked to pain receptors and getting a haircut is absolute agony . as a barber , describe how your life is changed and what your new role in society is .
`` i 'm rich . plenty of money . you wan na know my secret , kiddo ? anaesthetic shampoo . '' the recruiting agent had smirked . `` works like a charm . '' -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- i hate my job . corporal punishment . i shave the hair of the people who 'deserve it ' . no-one deserves a haircut . it 's horrible . so horrible . my next patient comes in . his hair sweeps against the floor , collecting all the dust and grime . tears are streaming down his face .
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a super-hero/heroine returns home , having failed to save the world . he/she has but a few minutes with his/her family before the world is destroyed .
`` daddy , what 's happening ? '' `` nothing baby , nothing . '' `` where have you been ? i missed you so much . where 's mommy ? '' the father let out a long a tearful sigh . he looked toward the sun , which in a few moments would be blocked out by the cloaked spaceships waiting . at least the aliens had granted him his final wish , to spend the last moments of his life with his daughter . `` sweet heart you know daddy loves you right ? '' `` yea daddy . what 's wrong ? you 're crying . you did n't answer my question . where- '' `` give daddy a hug sweet heart '' the young , six year old girl did as she was told . one could tell by the way she did it that she was unsure of what was happening . she still did it being fully trusting of her dad .
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write about sex - from the perspective of the penis/vagina .
i do n't want to go in there again . he 's going to make me do it . but this time i wo n't . i ca n't . i refuse to . it 's damp and dark and weird in there ! why ca n't i just sleep like i used to before he discovered this god awful crevice . i liked it better when he exercised me every night , because it was n't suffocating or inhumanely humid , and i got to slumber un-disturbed afterword . not anymore . now i 'm forced awake for hours at a time , whilst the owner of the cave manhandles me and then proceeds to put me through some sort of torture modified rinse cycle before plunging me into the abyss . ugh . i liked better when he was alone . i like this new thing better than the old one .
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write yourself into a corner .
`` sorry /samjamgoose , i need to put you in this corner over here . '' `` what ? why ? '' asked /samjamgoose . the writer contemplated for a second before coming up with a response that would n't create a paradox . `` op wanted it this way man . '' the writer sighed . `` but you 're me ! does n't that mean you 're putting yourself in this corner , and therefore unable to write us into the corner to begin with ? '' replied /samjamgoose with much perplexity across his face . the writer thought about this . `` i 'm not going to try and think about this too much , i am you and visa versa , but i 'm putting you in this corner now , so shut up . '' the writer started typing away . with each word , /samjamgoose 's situation became more and more dire .
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it 's 3016 , cryogenic people are being revived for the first time .
`` get up ! '' a voice thundered in the cryogenic chamber . the steel vent opened and the chilling gas that was shrouding me for god-knows-how-long was being sucked out from the chamber of mine . i rolled my eyes upward . nov. 03016. , the green neon light flickered . i gazed at the numbers once more : 3,016 . three thousand and sixteen , huh . you could say i 've been waiting to hear that words for eight hundred years . did humanity really took eight hundred years to find cure for nano-machine viral infection ? i pondered . i guess the nanos were pushing the boundary of the laws of physics , but i did not expect to take it so long .
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at birth , everyone is randomly assigned one law they can break for the rest of their life . you are given ... .. loitering .
name : rolf slentre dob : 7/4/1998 el : loitering the police officer checked my information twice , three times , but it would check out . it was accurate , after all . `` the hell do you mean , you ca n't do anything ? he 's on my property ! '' yeah , yours and every other corrupt sonofabitch i do this to . loitering is pretty damn handy for protesting . i have it , might as well change the world . plus , i get to picket right in their face . and that was fun as hell . `` he 's been affecting my sales for a month ! '' `` and if i 'm correct , sir , your exempted law is corporate fraud , and mine is criminal neglect , so quite frankly , i do n't want to help you , and i do n't have to . ''
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the death of a hero- due to their sidekick 's mistake .
the boy 's pupils dilate as his eyes reflect the bright blue glow of the plasma round heading straight towards him . the smile of his killer illuminated by the glow of his new weapon . sweat merely beginning the process of pouring , being evaporated by this bolt of azure tinted death . he closed his eyes , embracing his last seconds in a private eternity . a dull thud resonated as a body collided with the pavement . the boy opened his eyes to the crazed laughter of his would-be assailant . `` *no* , **no** . '' he cried as he witnessed his partner crumbled , un-moving on the cities floor . he rushed to his side , turning him over to reveal a charred hole replacing the former emblem embroidered on his chest . `` no . *kazoo man ... * '' a tear fell through the boy 's wooden mask .
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you are the luckiest person on earth . everything you make an attempt for works in your favor . however , there two catches : you are absorbing the luck of those around you , and anyone who tries to profit from your luck ( even with your help ) is met with the worst luck immediately .
just got another free lunch . the waitress tripped with my burger and ruined the ladies dress in the next booth . she stormed out complaining about some meeting . then she comes out . through the window of my booth , i watch her leave her apartment and get into her car for work . she 's in her blue dress today . that 's my favorite one she wears . the last time i tried to approach her a bird shit on her face . she ran back to her house and i found ten dollars on the ground . i have n't tried again .
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you know the random driver in every action movie where the hero jumps in and orders to `` follow that car ! '' . yup , that 's you . every single time you 're trying to get anywhere .
`` what 's this ? '' `` surprise ! '' she half screamed . i smiled at her smile . `` and this is why you wanted to buy the plane tickets ? '' i asked eyeing the convertible with the half full trunk . `` i ca n't get my bike on that . '' i said with half a mind . `` i know , that 's half the appeal . do n't get me wrong , '' she said stepping in and running her hand from my lower back over my ass , `` i love what all the riding does for you , and me . '' the smile again , and damn was it infectious . `` how far is vegas ? '' i ask .
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write me a story with one syllable words only .
`` i 'm bored . '' `` too bad . '' `` are we there yet ? '' `` no . '' `` i miss home . '' `` i do n't care . '' `` where did dad go ? '' `` your dad was ... look , just , do not ask me stuff like that . it is grown up stuff . one day you will find out , but for now , we have to move . '' `` why did we hide from the men with guns ? '' `` ... they are bad men . they want to hurt you . '' `` are they the same ones who took dad ? ''
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opening of romance novel ( approx 10 lines )
this was it . the beginning of the end . gods , he was beautiful- not once in the month since she 'd made shore in this town had she not found herself looking for his dark eyes and downy , close-cropped hair in the bustle of the market . the crew was getting restless . they should 've cast off weeks ago . but there he was . he had responded to her note- she 'd taken a gamble , trusting his polished mannerisms and fine clothes to mean he was an educated man , a man of letters , unlike most of the men who lived by the dock . he 'd taken the bait . morgan and the boys shifted restlessly in the crowd , waiting for her signal . she raised her fingers , but not in greeting . they 'd cast off tonight with a new crewmate .
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you have the ability to see everyone 's physical manifestations of their greatest fear . you can interact with them but no one notices , you 've befriended yours . while at the bar and the man sitting across from you buys your next round . when he comes over , you notice that he has no fear `` shadow '' ...
*odd* he puts down his mug for a moment , turning to stare at the figure sitting on the ground beside him . `` what 's that ? '' *strange not* `` hold on a moment . bartender , another one ? '' it 's been a long week , he 's not going home until he ca n't remember where home *is* . the man sitting on the stool beside him , nursing his own drink , speaks up for the first time that night . his voice is different - not in any easily discernible way , but there is a depth to it , a certain power . `` put it on my tab . '' `` thanks . wait - have we met before ? '' the man shakes his head , still staring downwards at the drink in front of him . his head is tilted in such a way that it 's impossible to get a clear look at his face , but his voice is the sort that one would n't forget easily .
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you are a demon who has possessed the body of a cruel man . surprisingly you find yourself trying to become a better 'person '
looking in the mirror , lee though to himself : *i 'm a really evil person '' . he smiled . *i might actually be the most evil there is* . the smug smirk on his face because even more pronounced . his grin widened . *i wonder if i can get even more evil* . he stayed for one more minute in front of the mirror , thinking . then , his face suddenly lit up , as if a brilliant idea just crossed his perverted mind . he went to his computer , along the way kicking his malnourished dog in the stomach . at his desk , he typed `` demon summoning 101 '' . for good luck , or bad luck depending on how you put it , he went to the 66th page if the results and clicked on the 6th link . there , his found some instructions .
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the bringer of end times and the savior of the world were born as a pair of twins . except they think the other is cooler .
`` how was your first day of school ? '' damian and joshua exchanged glances , then grinned boyishly back at their mother . `` it was great , '' joshua said cheerily . `` the other kids were really nice . i made a lot of new friends today ! '' `` yeah , i think he might be the most popular kid in the class ! '' damian chimed in . `` i 'm not , but that 's okay ; i 'm just happy the other kids do n't pick on me . and i learned some new things too ! '' `` 'course they do n't pick on you , '' joshua replied before their mother could interject . `` they know you 're my brother . '' `` yeah , you 're right , '' damian said with a shrewd nod . -- -- - `` are you sure you 're alright ? ''
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the great wall of china is destroyed . something moves under the rubble .
shipwreck of the s. s. calamitas : individual testimony : captain 's log : 1/18/2021 : they did it today . they finally destroyed the great wall of china . i 'm not sure how i feel , but it was n't my decision . it does n't really matter though . i mean , what 's the worst thing that could happen ? 1/19/2021 : i was as surprised as anyone when the thing crawled out of the wall . but the guards have it covered . it does n't pose a threat . anyway , i think i should describe it a little . the scientific name they gave it is *lacertilia malus* .
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in the spirit of halloween , write just an old fashioned , tense horror story .
β€œ the bonemaker sold his soul fifty years ago in these very woods , ” jacob whispered , holding the flashlight against his chin . his aquiline features looked even more hawk-like under the incandescent glow . i took a swig from our stolen bottle of tequila and tried not to shudder as the vile liquid slid down my throat . β€œ and every year from then on , on halloween night , he sacrifices a virgin to appease the devil and keep his soul on earth. ” β€œ which is why we screw on october 30th , ” my boyfriend of three weeks shouted , grabbing the bottle from my hand . uneasy laughter sounded around the campsite . our tents pitched , my head spinning with drink , i didn ’ t know how much longer i could stay awake . there were six of us tonight . my mom thought i was at a halloween party . my dad , who lived a thousand miles away , didn ’ t know enough to care .
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i was babysitting my nephew when he told me he had $ 15,000 dollars in a paper bag under his bed ... ( xpost from adviceanimals )
the boy awoke , still pulsing with fervor from the night before . he hung his torso from the side of the bed and peered under . his breathe came quick . the bag was still there . $ 15,000 . how had it come to this ? he heard footsteps , and paused , listening to every creak in the house . `` elijah , time for breakfast ! '' he jerked back under the blanket at the sound of his mother 's voice . she opened his door , stepping in to wake him . `` c'mon bud , time to get up . ''
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you run an rpg pawn shop . you haggle with adventurers who try to sell loot they 've acquired .
i was wiping down the counter when microx and gorgon walked into the store . these two , shady as hell and always trying to unload whatever rubbish they 'd found as something amazing . i entertained them because they were generally good for a laugh and every once in a while they actually managed to bring in something that could turn me a profit . `` lads , '' i greeted them without looking up , staying engrossed in the last stubborn smudge on the counter . best not to let them think there was any eagerness or interest , otherwise they 'd be badgering me all afternoon for a better price . `` g'day , '' microx almost shouted . he looked more excited than normal , as if he could n't wait to show me what he had . he rocked from foot to foot as he exclaimed , `` guess what i found ! '' `` alright , let 's see it . '' microx reached into his pack and retreived his prize , proudly putting down a muddy shoe on my clean countertop and beaming like an idiot .
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there is no hell , only a warped perception of heaven .
have n't left my room in , what , years ? what 's the point ? i ca n't find helen anywhere . the others say , if you ca n't find it here , it just is n't a part of paradise . ok , sure , it would be fair to say my time with helen was hardly paradise . we had our ups and downs . i had a temper ; she had one too . i drank ; she took pills . we never had a baby , but we had a few close calls . we always took care of it ; i always paid .
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after dying , god asks you : `` so , how was heaven ? ''
i squinted at the brilliant whiteness that encompassed me . i spun in a circle , amazed at how this plane seemed to stretch forever in every direction . i clasped my hands together , excited at the journey that lay ahead of me . what possibilities could this place hold ? pushing against the floor with my palm revealed that the floor held strange properties . although my feet were planted firmly on the earth , my hand dipped into the solid ground and a milky white liquid dripped from my finger . `` damn , ellie hooked me up , this is some unreal shit ! '' i was referring to the dope flowing through my veins ; i had never imagined that heroine could be this amazing , this real . i hear the splashing of water first , but the sound did n't seem to have source . it 's like it 's in my head .
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a warrior from a planetary culture with literally no concept of surrender or quarter sits detained in a pow camp .
they waste resources . three sun cycles ago , our fortress was overrun . leaders perished , overall strategy abandoned . rendered unconscious in skirmish . now being held by enemy . why do they waste resources ? enemy has continued to provide resources vital to functioning . have attempted to escape and damage their equipment , but attempts unsuccessful . enemy still provides resources . logic dictates that one only spends resources when one has something to gain . but these are sworn enemies , there can be only conflict between us .
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a man finally discovers his superpower ... well into his 80 's .
`` it 's just that half of all them gals down there are just bitches , ripe bitches , '' some young white punk with greasy cornrows said as he lifted up his glass of vodka . `` this one be for the bitches . '' the crew of young high school dropouts lifted their glasses and banged them together . the smell of cigarettes and doritos polluted the bar as they simultaneously exhaled after slamming their empty glasses on the table obnoxiously hard . for the next hour and half they energetically went through a myriad of conversation topics -- porn , ex-girlfriends , heroine , cars , dead friends , and alcohol . their banter slowly descended into a madness of laughter , shot after shot . suddenly they were hushed . an elderly man opened the bar door . a white light from the street temporarily blinded the table of boys . the man pathetically shuffled over to the counter .
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you just discovered england 's biggest secret : every time they say long live the queen it extends the queens life .
i 'm waiting for the queen . we 're all waiting for her . we 've been waiting for three long minutes . finally , she emerges . she takes heavy , measured steps to her throne . as she walks , she eyes the crowd . she is waiting for our judgement , it weighs on her old , ancient body , threatens to drag her down beneath the earth . she eyes the cameras , perched like vultures eyeing a pile of carrion . she swallows , and takes her place on the throne . though the queen has taken up her scepter and donned her crown , it is silence that rules these hallowed halls .
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the zombie apocalypse is on its 3rd week . you expected them to be dangerous but you never expected them to be able to talk .
the first week was a nightmare . people shambling everywhere , random bite attacks , people turning . we had settled into a routine by the third week . `` let me in , '' she said , banging on the door weakly . `` james , i know you 're in there , you bastard ! let me iiiiiin ! i 'm huuuuungryy ! '' ... no-one expected them to be able to communicate . * * * * * * * this went out on international television . the first human/undead accord . but it all started with one person - james `` sconner '' smith . he heard his then-deceased girlfriend talk .
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write in the pov of a crazy/psychotic ex . do not end it with murder .
dear sarah , i ’ ve been thinking about the moment when you read this letter . i ’ m not sure how long it will take , how many days , months or even years this letter would have lain in its envelope at the bottom of my drawer … because , i will only give you this letter when you finally take me back into your life again . it ’ s symbolic , you see . this letter , its contents , this is me , right here , right now . i am as essentially me as i can ever be . i have no more defences left , no more excuses , no more pride . this is me speaking to you from across time , showing you where i started from , the journey i will be taking to win you back . i refuse to become one of those crazy exes you read about though . they think they are behaving normally , but really they are not . so here are the top three things i promise myself i will avoid , and you can tell me how successful i was .
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a super hero story where unknowingly the villain and superhero are roommates . neither of them are aware they have been living with their nemesis for the past 2 years .
`` you live here alone ? '' yvette asked as cheyenne pulled her jacket off and threw it on the couch . `` feels that way , sometimes , '' cheyenne replied . `` margo comes in and out as she pleases . i can go days without seeing her . '' `` ah . '' yvette looked around taking in the odd clash of furniture : a beaten up wooden coffee table in front of a yellow couch , a dining table with a glass top surrounded by wire chairs that clearly belonged outside . there were a few paintings here and there , many of them giving off a serious *dΓ­a de los muertos* vibe . `` you want anything to drink ? '' cheyenne asked . `` i have a ton of booze . '' `` um . '' yvette shook her head to clear it . `` you got vodka ? ''
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you are a tragic hero/heroine . explain to us what makes you a tragic hero/heroin .
i am taken back now in this moment to the first time i saw my mistress . i was bruised and battered , bleeding from multiple stab wounds . it was twenty years ago . twenty long years . i was only fourteen . back then i was only six foot two . i did n't know demons and angels existed . i did n't know why my teeth were sharp and why i could n't die . i was brought before her a wild animal , battered into near madness by the largest and ugliest city on earth . i was bound and gagged , on my knees and waiting to die . i was sure she would kill me , sure she would end my life ... but she did n't .
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the history textbooks you ordered finally arrive in the mail . however , you notice an error - these are the wrong edition . instead of the 2014 edition , you received the 2024 edition . the last few chapters appear to be accurate .
the package , in it 's brown covering and all , had on it 's cover the standard globe of the world . the 2014 edition , being written largely by european and asian scholars and edited others had africa showing . except , it was n't africa . it was asian , china at the center of the book . *huh . i suppose i 'll send this back to amazon . i 'll check my order to see whether i ordered the right book . that 's odd . i did . * i looked back at the book . *well . must be the right one . i 'll check whether this has the correct content .
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people refuse to acknowledge their hero 's increasingly dark behavior and keep making excuses for him .
the wind snapped at the two guard 's heels the day the mother came screaming for the release of her son . `` where is he ? does that bastard have him ? '' she howled , throwing herself against oliver nook 's lean body , punching at him in her fury . `` he 's done nothing wrong ! where **is he** ? '' oliver stared straight ahead , not allowing himself to look in the woman 's eyes . it was right that the delinquents be tamed . it was how *he* had saved the city in the first place . `` step back , '' he said roughly , pointing his weapon carefully in her face . he would n't shoot . he was n't reeve , who ruled over life and death .
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humans unlock the secret to immortality/eternal youth . you learn the horrible truth behind why we evolved mortal .
immortality . sounds good , does n't it ? never grow old , never die of old age , and with a respectable immune system even disease wo n't get you . the truth is less beautiful . see , the mind is like a computer . we are essentially biological equivalents to self-evolving artificial intelligence . the brain constantly updates itself throughout life . the world goes faster and faster as your brain processes it better . in many old people this comes across as senility , as they give up trying to get their bodies to keep up with their minds . back in biblical times , if you believe in such , that was the equalizer . even when man lived for hundreds of years his body still wound up losing the race with his mind .
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everyone inexplicably woke up in the body of another person .
after a long night of partying paul woke up feeling strange . as he prepared to get up , he slid his legs out from under the covers to stretch them out . it was then that he noticed he had not woken up as the same man as had gone out partying the night before . his legs looked soft , delicate , feminine . he quickly ran to the bathroom to look into the mirror . it was then he realized that he was not a he after all . `` the hell is this ... '' said paul , clearly confused and disturbed by his abrupt physical change . he stated into the mirror for nearly a minute gazing upon him/herself when he noticed something . he had the best damn breasts he had ever saw . at once he knew what to do .
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a man never sleeps , has never had to , and does n't suffer physically from this condition ... what would he do ? what would his life be like ?
my parents suffered the most . all of the other newborns at good samaritan hospital would cry , sleep , eat , sleep , fill their tiny diapers with meconium , and sleep . when i was sated by my mother 's milk , i would just stare with wide , haunting eyes as my body lay limp . i must have looked brain dead , or dying . the doctors would n't let me go home for 2 months and one day . but i was n't kept in the incubators with the lucky ones , the infants with actual problems . they just kept a room open for my mother to stay with me while specialist after specialist did test after test . on my 2nd-month birthday , i was released , but they kept us there another day because mom had cried herself to dehydration , over her baby who she imagined was dying . fact is , i was somehow perfectly well . but how could my parents know that ?
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you come home from work to find your house has been quarantined -- surrounded by military vehicles , cdc , and news crews . your family is inside .
after eating half a dozen bean burritos , my older brother ralph had let loose a magnificent fart . β€œ bloooo ” it had started off , β€œ wop-wop-wop , ” it had continued , β€œ eeeeeeeeeeep ” it had finished . or so everyone at the dinner table thought . in fact , there was another segment to be released . ralph bit his lip and shifted his left buttock into the air . β€œ eeeeeeeeeeeeeyooooooop , ” it went . before the flatulence had finished , my mother was on the phone dialing emergency services . at first they thought she was joking . but then she held out the receiver so the operator could hear the sounds everyone was making in the dining room . their cries of agony were real .
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i am the wish .
**the wish** i am the wish you made when you needed hope . i am the wish you longed for when the world seemed dark . i am the wish you made when you needed faith . i am the wish you searched for when the world seemed grey . i am the wish you made when you needed love . i am the wish you dreamed for when the world seemed bright . i am the wish you made when you needed to dream . i am the wish you always needed , the wish you always wanted , the wish you always dreamed of , i am the wish that never came . *i do n't do poetry often , so if you have any comments or suggestions , please do n't be afraid to leave them . thank you ! *
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