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you buy a new alarm clock with a special feature , and test it out the next morning . every time you hit snooze , time pauses around you for 10 minutes . | the sound of a phone ringing pierced my ears as i rolled out of bed . it was five o'clock in the morning . i staggered to the phone and looked at the caller id . `` well , this ca n't be good , '' i thought to myself . slowly , i picked up the phone , and with a slight worry in my voice , said `` what do you want ? '' i hit the snooze button on my alarm clock . the water pouring from the faucet hung in place . the minute-hand on the wall clock did not move . the faces on the television set did not flinch . `` okay '' , i muttered under my breath . i only have ten minutes . '' | wp |
every morning she puts on her sweats , laces her shoes , downs some coffee , and goes running with a dead man . | it only takes one day to break a habit . susannah wakes up promptly at her alarm and rolls out of bed with her normal , sleepy regret , and heads to the bathroom . she stares at herself in the mirror . she ’ s 32 , but looks five years younger , a feature her friends regularly comment upon . you ’ re still young , they tell her , and maybe you should act that way . it ’ s not even light outside as she changes clothes out of her pajamas into her sweats and laces up her shoes , all brightly colored , all cute , all easily drawing the attention of everyone that would see her pass . it was her trademark from when she was little , and it had worked in her favor once before , certainly it would work again . it isn ’ t something she ’ s thinking much about this early morning . habits . she ’ s really tired . work has been stressful , and susannah has found herself staying later and later in an effort to stay ahead of the game . | wp |
you live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liar 's body . the bigger the lie , the deeper and larger the mark . one day , you meet someone that only has one scar ; it is the biggest one you have ever seen . | my mind boiled over with thoughts , it raced with many theories and ideas as to what it could be . what did they do ? what did they lie about ? in this world , for some foresaken reason , god had betrayed his people . i knew lying was wrong , most of the time . but for me ? oh no , my mother taught me well , as would any mother would with the markings a lie would give you . you use your words and your mind . you think before you speak . you work your way around and at some point those markings mean nothing . absolutely nothing . we all had minor scars , we all told small lies here and there , it was over looked most of the time . | wp |
have you ever truly been hungry ? not the kind of hunger that twists your stomach or leaves a stale taste lingering on your tongue ; but the kind of hunger that drives you to do dark and unimaginable things in the hopes to quell the monster . why are you starving , so ? | people today disgust me , they claim to be hungry , to be starving . in reality they would n't know hunger if it bit them in the ass . not everyone knows what it is like , a couple do , people like me , people who had no other choice . i can assure you you 've never had an experience like this , like mine , i 've never had a choice . the frozen wasteland in which i have lived now for many years holds no other food source . well i say that when in reality , it has plenty of wild life , but i ca n't eat what is n't appealing to me . at first i tried to eat them , but they only made me more hungry , and my special craving stronger . even the thought of other foods makes me sick . now i give in to my craving , but i 'm still hungry . even as i gorge myself , i starve . | wp |
inspired by billionaires before him , donald trump decides to spend his vast wealth on becoming a vigilante superhero . | what happened to this city ? what happened to law and order ? `` it became united under me '' . `` what ? '' crime speaks , justice answers . the police are unable to protect us against these muggers and murderers . the politicians tie their own hands and do nothing to punish crime . they may not have the guts to bring it back , but i do . i am . `` capital pun-ishment '' . our great society will no loger tolerate the continued brutalization of its citizens by crazed misfits . i inject the petty criminal with an undisclosed amount of potassium bromide as the law does not require me to do so . | wp |
daily prompt : what is your muse ? | the open road is rather relieving . driving west , looking at the countryside , seeing nothing but plains . no one to talk to but yourself . might as well write down the conversations . driving is monotonous . stay in the right lane , when someone is going particularly slowly , you pass them . and yet , you realize that you 're only behind another car . are you making progress or are you just running to stand still ? you pass another car , thinking that the car you passed was the last . thinking that you 'll be free for once . you speed up in celebration of reaching the open road . | wp |
a new drug let 's you live a lifetime in one dream . | the first night on which isaac awoke he was overcome with an insurmountable feeling of anxiety . he had been pressured into trying nod by a friend , using the term loosely , and was already beginning to regret his decision . he had never abused drugs ( save perhaps for nicotine ) , but peer pressure often breaks even the strongest of men . isaac never stood a chance . in his old life he had been nearly thirty and still a bagboy for the local supermarket ; now he was four years old and named ibis , if the birthday cake ’ s icing was any indication . he tried desperately to think of what kind of name ibis was… egyptian ? maybe . as his newfound family circled around him and urged him to blow out the candles he realized that the hype was real . nod had worked . ‘ an entire life within moments ! leave your old failures behind ! ’ the campaigns for nod had been fierce , the opposition fiercer , but isaac had always doubted it really worked . | wp |
uncle ben is never killed , and the lesson peter parker learns that night is that he can use his powers for personal gain and stick it to those who cross him . because of this , spider-man becomes one of the most feared villains in the marvel universe . | wilson fisk slowly puffed on his cigar as the drone of the busy city echoed around him . in the back of his office , the clock had chimed indicating that it was seven in the evening . *it 's time . * he double-checked the gold-platted watch on his thick wrist to make sure of the time . 7:00 . both times were synchronized perfectly . he took another drag from his cigar . `` kingpin , sir . '' the intercom in his deck buzzed . he smiled as he let out a cloud of smoke . `` what is it , clarissa ? '' `` the last of the ... *clients* has arrived . '' | wp |
you live in a world of heroes and villains , your job is to contact heroes for hospital visits to sick children , this last request is a challenge , the kid wants to meet their favourite villain ... | i gawked at the little girl , my mouth open so wide that one of the other girls nearby threw a marshmallow at me from her hospital bed . it was either the marshmallow or my name that snapped me back to reality . `` did you write that down , mrs . peabody ? '' the little girl asked , unfazed . i stammered , adjusting my glasses . `` uh , i- i have n't yet . look , i do n't think your choice is a ... contactable ... '' `` you do n't have his phone number ? '' the little girl asked , disappointed . `` not even an address to send a letter ? '' `` well , uh , he has an island . a rather deadly island . listen , wanda , i 'm afraid he 's simply not a feasible choice- . '' i trailed off . `` but i want to see him . '' | wp |
an actually competent henchman manages to kill the superhero . | “ i got him ! ” “ what ? ” a voice shouted from the smoke and destruction of the evil base entrance . “ i got him ! ” larry repeated . “ got him how ? ” the voice sounded confused . “ i got him , he ’ s dead ! ” “ no he isn ’ t. ” “ he is. ” “ hang on , i ’ m coming over. ” larry waited as the other henchman made his way through the debris that ultra robo man had caused during his short lived assault on the base . after a few minutes he found his way to larry and scowled . | wp |
you are part of the first settlement to mars . on your journey there , a virus spreads through your spaceship killing everyone on board . but somehow , not you . | my whole body is in excruciating pain . out of instinct i turned my head to glance behind me . i see a woman and a child lying behind me lifeless . i approach the woman with this very uneasy feeling . this feeling overcomes me i can not explain it , tears start to stream down my face . why ? is my subconscious trying to tell me something ? who is this woman ? why am i crying for her ? i turn to see the child and i notice she is still breathing . for a moment i forgot about my injuries and rushed over to her . | wp |
aliens finally decide to give earth a visit ... but by the time they get there , it 's undergoing an apocalypse . | `` hahay guys , what 's up ? '' i cheerily said into the microphone . i had to make a good first impression here , and due to fivebot 's request , i decided it would be a good idea to present myself to the humans in the least-threatening way possible . i quickly turned and looked behind me to be greeted by the glaring stares of my cohorts , who never seemed to agree with my lighthearted antics . `` come on guys , cheer up ! '' i called back , trying to smile despite how nervous i was . `` dude , '' marm said with an unsatisfied tone . `` you had one fucking job . '' `` oh ! right , oh me 's f , i 'm so sorry about that , i 'll fix that right away , '' i said , quickly realizing my mistake . marm was right , i did just have one job . | wp |
an alien invasion occurs , but the alien technology and weaponry is ... different to what we would expect . | the retik first came to earth under strange circumstances . on a chilly october day , a spherical wooden submarine with brass fixtures appeared about 30 feet above the hudson river , close to poughkeepsie . it fell into the water , then popped back up to the surface . this happened just upstream of the only pedestrian bridge that crosses the hudson . there were plenty of witnesses , who filmed the whole thing . a plume of steam went up from the craft , and it began to move slowly towards the eastern bank of the river . it ran aground pretty far downstream , at the base of a cliff . some curious kayakers came ashore nearby . after a few minutes , a valve wheel on the side of the craft began to turn . an oval-shaped door opened , and two figures came out . | wp |
time travel exists , and a new form of capital punishment is introduced : transporting the convict back to the worst , practically unsurvivable , places in human history to find yourself in . you are such a convict , and just got sent back . you will do anything to try and survive . | the jupiter code i must have stared at that red light for an entire lifetime , waiting for it to go green . i counted the seconds as the man before me disappeared into the icy darkness . he must be there by now . what 's taking him so long to die ? green . i stood frozen in time , thinking longingly of the stranger who only moments prior had lurched forward , having finally accepted his fate . i thought about the man behind me and wondered whether he was thinking the same about me . my eyes were gripped on the cubicle in front and the red luminescent keypad . my conscience felt groped by its pull . there was a cough . a shuffling of anticipated feet . | wp |
geologists have discovered a new type of gemstone that can be used as any kind of vital organ . | `` you ca n't be fucking serious . '' don 's response is a shock to the rest of the staff ; the anger unbecoming of his quiet persona . and yet , very appropriate for what they had just heard . what follows from the crowd is a storm of accusations and confused garble . a bespectacled man in the back row flips his dinky chair/desk into the sea of fuming nerds . another chucks a porcelain mug at the podium before them . essays fly in an ama cited flurry . `` please settle down ! '' the administrator pleads , to no avail . he motions to the security guards beside him , and pepper spray is applied liberally . | wp |
an entire species on a planet is born blind , and only gains the ability to see with their eyes once they fall in love with another person . | “ neppa , ” said mister ry , the sound of his voice a delight to her ears . the only thing sweeter than hearing her name on his breath was feeling *his* name in *her* mouth . “ yes , mister ry ? ” neppa ’ s throat was so tight that it came out as a whisper . “ yes… mister ry ? ” she tried again in a low voice . she savored the feel of each syllable on her lips . “ my dear , we need to have a little talk. ” he touched her arm and she almost gasped . goosebumps crept up all over her body as he led her on the familiar route to his desk at the front of the classroom . | wp |
a world where kids dream of being accountants , cashiers , bank managers etc . in the adulthood their dreams are crushed when they have to become astronauts , cowboys , ninjas etc . | a pullout overlooking the train tracks . `` i still do n't have a clean shot ... they 're approaching the tunnel , '' `` take the shot . '' `` i do n't have a clean shot , sir , '' `` take the shot , agent . that 's an order . '' the sound of the rifle echoes through the valley . `` agent down . oh , god , i shot jay ... the squidman still has the package . i repeat the squidman still has the package . '' `` ... ... return to base , kay . '' `` oh , it 's noon . i 'm going to go on my lunch break . '' ******* the deli . kay and elle are sitting at the counter . `` .. and a cup of coffee , please , '' `` you look exhausted , long day ? '' `` long week . and i just shot my partner this morning . and i have n't had my coffee yet . i just ca n't wait for it to be over . '' | wp |
fruits are really living thinking sentient beings ... | i ... .i dont even know where to begin ... . i was deep into my meditation as all my kind does with all their time . high and mighty on my tree , the wind howling and rushing past my round hard body . i suddenly began to feel a great vibration , as if my life giver was being toppled or climbed upon ... thats when i felt the warmth of a touch ... .the moment is now ! ive always thought of the magical moment when i separate from my tree , to begin my own process of growing and nurturing my kind , how foolish was i ! as i was detached roughly my base , i realized this was no natural occurrence . thats when the nightmare began . *deep photosynthesis ( breath ) * i suddenly felt the rush of air all around me followed by a painful slam into the ground . over and over i was slammed into the ground , my hard shell holding strong , but not for much longer i imagine . then a searing sharp pain made me realize what was happening . | wp |
describe a universe where a personal stat is displayed above everyone 's head . one can see everyone else 's stat except their own . talking about the stat is strongly taboo . reveal what the stat represents at the end . | the numbers above our heads are a blessing and a curse in my opinion . on one hand , the numbers make it obvious when a loved one has betrayed you . on the other , people like me , become pariahs . as a child , my number was never remarked upon - after all , all children have the same number until they hit puberty . most children do n't even find out what the numbers mean until they are legally adults . it seems wrong , somehow to expose children to the reality of our universe too early . as the numbers of my classmates began to climb in high school , my number remained stationary . this earned me approving looks from the adults in my life , and nothing but torment from my peers . in college , i tried my hardest not to think about the numbers . as everyone around me achieved higher numbers , mine stayed the same . | wp |
a man on the verge of self destruction yells to his reflection about his mistakes and failures . he turns to see his pet has entered the room , jokingly the man asks the animal what he should do next . to his surprise it answers him . | the great wings of thadarpol beat against the vapors , the great turtle 's feathers moistening as it sailed through the clouds . in the eponymous city which lies upon his back , the mighty elven king cato sits on his throne . now fidgeting , now fiddling with the crown , now eyeing his timid messenger pigeons , now jerking to his feet . now he paces to and fro . `` *idiot* '' he mumbles to himself `` the budget ! '' . he eyes the pigeons sharply . he waves violently at them `` you will not speak of this ! '' and , by application of the royal technique , the birds are silenced . they nod their heads in understanding . `` not that anyone could n't guess '' cato stopped and stared at his reflection in his mirror `` what destruction i have wrought . not for me alone , but for my people . not for they alone , but for kind thadarpol who has given so much . '' | wp |
write a story about an elderly wizard and his young female apprentice . | his body was failing . he had taken care of it very well , but 205 years were a long time . not a drop of alcohol all those long and lonely tavern nights , not a crumb of tobacco for the old pipe . he never had indulged in gluttony and he had moved meticulously through his sword forms every morning . yet there is only so much the human body can take . and even careful maintenance of the flesh will not keep it forever . two centuries had extracted their toll on their way past him . as mathemer de troy stumbled up the stairs , unpleasantly lightheaded and painful jolts firing through his hip at every step , he looked up at her face . his vision was bleary and slowly losing focus , but he still could see the fear and concern distort her beautiful features . she had been with him so briefly . | wp |
everyone is immortal , and everyone is a dick about it . | i woke up with an intense pressure in my chest , almost like an elephant was sitting on it . i couldn ’ t seem to catch my breath , and my left arm hurt like a mother fucker . “ johnny ” i angrily i croaked out “ get in here . now. ” johnny came around the corner giggling . this was the third time this month he had used poi powder to induce a heart attack on my while i was sleeping . “ is something wrong ? ” he said while still trying to stifle his laughs . “ give… me… the… antidote… now ” i said as sternly i could while my body tried desperately to correct what was going on inside of it . finally johnny pulled out a vile of silver liquid that had a whitish hue to it and poured it into my mouth . almost immediately my body started to relax as the liquid went through and righted my arteries “ i hate the taste of cadnes , why do you put me through this so often ? | wp |
there is something outside the bomb shelter ... | the walls shook , violated by the assault pouring from above . the bunkers ' ceiling rumbled as the boom of thunder pounded at it 's concrete door . the atomic rain would be the end of the world as we knew it . the apocalypse had begun . we sat huddled together , all 200 of us , in our small bunker hoping , praying that we would survive . radio contact with the other shelters had died out . one by one the remaining bunkers were destroyed by a direct hit . that , or people were just to scared to talk right now . i remember how people cried out every time a bomb landed . i remember how people shouted in fear every time the ground shook . | wp |
write the most lovable character possible , then kill them in the most heartbreaking way . | i smile softly as i look down at him , resting in my arms , chest slowly rising and falling . my darling boy . i could still remember the day he came to us . the adoption process had finally gone through and we could hold him in our arms . he was so tiny then . and such a happy baby . barely cried for anything . he was always laughing and smiling , reaching out to grab anything he could reach . it only got worse once he learned to move around on his own . a little menace he was , scampering from room to room , giggling hysterically as we chased after him . we always were running after him . | wp |
write a soldier 's journal entry on his first day at war . then write his last journal entry . | day one : it ’ s nerve wracking being part of the military . the officers are terrifying . orders are rapidly given to us . the officers know what they ’ re doing ; they have been in many wars before , so i trust them . i ’ m scared because they are sending out everyone they can get as soon as possible . i have been training for this moment , but i can ’ t but feel nervous . i know i have to fight . if i don ’ t , then what will happen to mom , dad , and julie ? i have to be strong for them . i won ’ t let them face these horrors . | wp |
a commonly thrown out material today is incredibly valuable and rare forty years from now . | we were unaware of how much they would want it . we still do n't know where they came from . language , and their lack there of , has proved a barrier to understanding more about the visitors . fortunately , the law of supply and demand is still intergalactically understood . earth 's unique positioning and size create resources that are few and far between in the rest of the universe , and , to what we thought was our great fortune , we control the supply . by the time they showed up most of it was gone , or at least hard to access . rivers ran black . filtration plants were never found more than 50 miles apart in highly populated areas . an ocean breeze was now something one would go well out of their way to avoid . initially the visitors tried to take it by force . they dropped lines into any water bed they could find and began draining . | wp |
when 6 found out that 7 eating 9 was just propaganda . | miss six had been watching the house next to her for a little while now . there wasn ’ t much to see . the wind toying with the corner of a dusty curtain , the lament of the settling house , the dancing leaves of the trees across the window . mr. seven ’ s death had happened long ago . the house ’ s sole caretakers now were the gnarled hands of time , tearing away at the rotting deck , peeling the paint off in curling flakes in its own selfish boredom . that ’ s why , when miss six awoke to find mr . seven knocking at her door , she was hesitant to let him in . but she did what any lady would do . she put the kettle on , with shaking hands , and sat down opposite him to listen to him . he slurped the tea loudly and set the cup down with a clatter . | wp |
snack drake . | i have no idea why i wrote this . i just really wanted to procrastinate in some productive way and wanted to improve my english and quick short writing ( gon na have finals soon ) . excuse my messy style and try-hard cringe . and , just ... do n't read this . -- - i always run everywhere . i say `` run '' , but it really is just an awkwardly long faster stepping . it 's not like i really need to get to the bus quick , but i hate walking among people . everyone is so slow , they get everywhere , there is so many of them , no one walks the same speed , no one walks the speed i want , there is so many of them , there is so many of them ... i just want to get out . even if it means i 'll be stuck for an hour somewhere where there are even more people ... look , it 's not about logic , okay ? it 's just ... whatever . | wp |
two serial killers stumble upon each other while hiking . both find the other to be the perfect next victim . | a loud snap rings through the air . it was a cold night in mid winter when they met . bob the butcher was hiking after his latest run in with the cops . he turned and saw that he was being followed . his pursuer was a woman . she looked at him and asked who he was . `` someone you do n't want to know '' he replied , `` who the hell are you ? '' `` you can call me sally '' she answered . suddenly , bob recognized her . she was sally the slicer , the other killer . | wp |
a literal smart bomb is detonated in a major city . | many of them went into hiding . most , actually . some became famous . some did amazing things . got us to mars and back . and thank god there was a gaming convention with the designers of the titan graphics card . seriously , the t2 was fucking awesome . it actually broke moore 's law . but thing was , most went into hiding . and it was easy . it happened in dallas , so mexico suddenly got a few extra million people tucked away . | wp |
`` what does n't kill me has made a tactical error . '' | sometimes you get tired of your own cooking . the town was called riverside . that 's what the sign said . i also passed a ruin of a mill , but the riverbed was cracked and full of bones . the wheel looked like it had n't turned in living memory . somehow , riverside hung on . gangs of dirty children watched as i walked by , my spurs ringing with every step . a chicken crossed the road to get away from me . `` hold her ! hold her ! '' `` careful , she 's a wild one ! '' | wp |
suicidal people can choose to `` gift '' remaining years to other people on earth . | the man returned to his room . the hell he had reigned had caused so many suicides . it was all just a game to him though . as years went by it got simpler and simpler . find a weak-minded volatile country , pose as a native and appeal to isolationist nativist tendencies . use that to make it 's people destroy their own quality of life . maybe he 'd rule for a while , maybe he 'd run away . though to be fair he was always running . running away from death . it 'd been centuries since the first time , and that was all but a fluke . | wp |
unknown depths of the sea : you 're part of an armada of colossal submarines descending into the abyss ... | **journal entry 2,920** i have n't seen the sun since the last time we breached the surface for air . that was when we left the port of what used to be north america when i was 7 . i remember how it felt , how it warmed my skin and how it felt brighter than any lamp or fluorescent light on board with us . i miss the sun . it 's not very exciting just being a maintenance man , even if its on one of the largest civilian submarines in the world . other workers have been talking a lot more recently . we have n't been communicating with our sister ships for gossip lately , so i only know what i 've heard . there 's rumours that we 're actually headed somewhere , so that means this was n't just a sick joke based off of some old bible tale of noah and the whale . to be honest i think that would make this a bit more exciting . - **journal entry 2,925** the rumours were right , we are definitely headed towards a destination . | wp |
the after- after life . | here 's my story ! ! ! enjoy ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ my friends consisted of a serial killer , kidnaper , and a stalker . oh and peggy , she owned 6.5 cats ( she accidentally chopped one in half mistaking it for a loaf of bread . she 's blind . ) then there was me i guess you can say i was suicidal , being that i choose not to wake up from my coma . i had a lot of problems and call me decrepit , but i did n't want to live knowing i 'd never fully have my life back . my decision may have altered lives but the beauty of being human is that you 're constantly evolving and one day i 'll cease to exist . there was no white light beckoning me to come join mystical beaches or an escort waiting to send me down to hell . | wp |
you are at the beach and the crew from a ship that sank years ago a few kilometers from the shore come out the water . | the ocean waves beat against the shore . unrelenting , unending , never missing a beat . the soldiers march to the beat of the waves . marching , swimming , crawling their way from the sea . those that come here do n't come to the beach . those that live here do n't swim in the sea . the sea is the land of the dead . the dead that slowly encroach on the living . the soldiers make their way up the shore . unrelenting , unending , never missing a beat . | wp |
a loved and respected hero discovers something that leads him to become a morally questionable antihero . | `` oh , hello captain . '' *no , this ca n't be real ... * `` i did n't expect you to get here so quickly . you do n't normally leave the trainees behind . '' *oh god -* `` well now this is an interesting situation . '' the girl was terrifyingly calm . her left arm was transfigured into a large bony claw , and was holding onto a limp body . covered in wounds with bones jutting from the skin where they had been broken , eagle should have been dead . despite that , the body wheezed in and out , whispering the constant refrain : `` kill me . '' i did n't know what else to do , so i wept . between my broken gasps for air i apologized to eagle . he had been a terrible villain , but looking at his broken body i could not help but feel that i had failed . | wp |
write an intelligent , smart person using only simple vocabulary . | detective masters stood in the center of the office , examining the body of the late captain reynolds . he could tell from a glance that there had been a struggle . the captain 's shirt was in disarray , as if being taken off , so it was obvious the he was expecting ... private company . two glasses on the desk were out , a bottle of brandy nearby . masters noted that they looked to have been cleaned before being replaced . the captain had been poisoned . as he moved in closer to the body , he saw the hand of the deceased clenched closed . no doubt , reynolds seized something during his demise . carefully opening the hand with his handkerchief , masters removed the damming evidence . he turned to the gathered suspects . | wp |
shortly after arriving in heaven after being brutally murdered , you bump into your killer . | i was killed by a man with a birthmark . i know because i had resisted and managed to rip up his shirt before he finally shot me . my last fading vision was a panda-shaped birthmark on his lower back , but at that point , i had accepted my death . and before i knew it , i was taken into the afterlife . people thought that heaven would be in the skies , the nice pearly gates opening upon your arrival . everyone gets a new phone on arrival and on fridays , you can party with god . everyone has wings and everyone is wearing white . no , no . turns out , it 's a lot simpler than that . i was surprised when i found myself at home , relaxing in front of the fireplace with my wife and kids . i saw a christmas tree in the corner as i stole a glance at the calendar - 25 dec 2004 . | wp |
ugly protagonist . | she emerged from the cave , bloody and exhausted , her wand gripped closely in her hand . the sunlight blinded her momentarily while her eyes sought to readjust . after a few moments her eyesight had returned sufficiently for her to make her way down up the slope of the valley and towards lasabergweg street . there , she entered a volkswagen bug and headed to the closest town . ten minutes later she entered the city , passing a sign reading `` welcome to tamsweg ! '' on the side of the road . after several intersections she took a right down a side street and pulled over . getting out of the car she entered a run down tavern . this created another strain on her eyes as they struggled to once again adjust to the darkness . a few people turned to look at the new arrival . | wp |
80 % of people have superpowers , 19 % do n't . you are in the 1 % | their all over the news . these people with super-powers . you 'd think we lived in a fictional world or something . the statistics say about 3/4 of us have them . less than a quarter of us do n't . then there 's the mystical number in between . no-one knows **what** we can do . no-one really cares . different equals bad right ? they just shove us in a cell and hope to hell we do n't mutate powers . it 'd only happened `` a couple times . '' | wp |
dna has been extracted from the shroud of turin and jesus has been cloned . the host mother is 8 months pregnant with a healthy baby boy . the world is in an uproar ... | the mother sat on her bed , a private ward in a private hospital . she felt quite alone in that moment . 9 months ago she was homeless , poor , freezing from the cold ... some guys in suits offered her all the money she could dream of to be a surrogate mother , why not ! ? they chose her because she was stupid and desperate enough to say yes , she realised , and she supposed her name probably appealed to someone 's sick sense of humour too . now she wishes she had said no . the baying crowds outside , thirsty for her blood . the pains in her stomach . the constant controversy and media debate around her and her son . and oh god , she thought would give birth , collect her cheque and go ... but this was her son ! as the feotus grew inside her , so did the sense of love , and care , she would never leave him to the men in suits . | wp |
suicidal person realizes he can not die . | the undying ! great . if there is a god , he hates me . or she ? yes , i think it is a women . that would fit the pattern of my life . women dislike me . when i think of it , so do most males around me . it 's not their gender . it 's me . i would n't be my friend either . at least now , that is after the car crash . since then i stopped caring . all i focus my thoughts on is my invulnerability . | wp |
you are at a masquerade party , when a stunning girl in a mesmerizing mask walks up to you and slips something into your palm . before you can do anything , she slips away into the crowd . | i was standing off to the side of the dance floor , drink to my lips , listening to the music play from the speakers . i saw a woman make her way through the large gathering of bodies and make her way towards me . she looked rather good . long , black dress , brown hair that was dyed blue down in curls , black mask on . she walked closer and put her hand out for me to shake . `` who are- '' i said after she pulled away from the shake . `` wake up . '' she said after leaning in closer to my ear . she adjusted my mask and walked away . i looked down at my palm . | wp |
poor people are able to pawn off their memories . | i save it for last . my mother , cradled in light . her face half covered by a pale pink scarf . her skin dark against the rose petal shade . her mouth moving . the sound of her voice as she sings to me . i have given them all of it . her smiles . her warm hands . even her name . sold for drugs made of air and light . drugs that make me forget the scabs on my hands and the festering wound on my leg . at the clinic they wanted to take it but i would n't let them . | wp |
a child is born on leap day and his/her aging process is stretched by 4 times . ( after 20 years they will have body and mind of a 5 year old ) | i was riding on the bus , watching the worn-out wipers streak the rain across the windshield . nebraska of all places , a place i 'd only ever thought of when i listened to the evening news . yeah , the news , or the occasional paper . always too slow to add anything to conversation , not that there were many opportunities for **that** in this strange new world . even the bus , not a soul on except for me and the driver . people had to drive nowadays -- hell , there was n't much of a choice . most everyone took things too fast . they could n't see how it slipped away . like a drop of water wiped suddenly from the glass . life was abrupt , sudden , and then you were dead . | wp |
hitchhiker . | i rolled my window down despite the wall of water descending from the heavens . wearing a jacket pulled close , the stranger loped to the car door , spraying water with each step . not sure if i could be heard above the storm , i motioned for my new travelling companion to jump in with me . before i could even say a word , the hitchhiker 's arms were around my neck . my entire body tensed with anticipation for my impending doom until i realized ... .it was a hug ! why was this soaking stranger from the side of the street embracing me in the front seat of my car ? `` i 'm confused , '' i finally admitted . `` i 'm sorry ! '' you need to understand that at this point , i had n't seen more than the eyes and general shape of this person . so you can imagine my surprise when a woman 's voice escaped from underneath the layers of clothing . | wp |
a sequence from an rts game , from the perspective of the units . | `` draw ! ! ! '' the longbowman notched his arrow , focused on the order prepared to come . the franks had proven resilient so far . hoping to convert some of the enemy forces , the monks were sent in first . few listened to the words of the holy men and the few turn-cloaks were slaughtered before they could abandon the ranks . the monks were then chased down and butchered before they could return to the safety of the archers . the bowman looked at the scene in front of him . several hundred enemies were lined in position ready to strike . he knew the britons had much more range than the throwing axeman of the franks , but the cavaliers at the side could crash down on them after the first volley . it was a stalemate by every means and neither side seemed eager to spend their ranks . | wp |
at birth , everyone is randomly assigned one law they can break for the rest of their life . you are given ... .. loitering . | first post , please be gentle , all feedback appreciated ! loitering is n't an easy thing to get rich from , but i was determined . ever since i was a boy , i had dreamt of money , cars and fame . i spent my childhood thinking of ways to get rich , and trying them out . it did n't work out . but it all changed one night , when i was 29 years old . my good friend tim has the antilaw of robbery , and he got an idea ; i could case targets and be a lookout for him , and i would get a cut . tim was n't an ordinary robber who robbed corner stores , no , he had taken part of several heists ( a heist falls under robbery , right ? ) on banks and jewelry stores all across the country , and he and his team of heisters was very well known . so i stood outside banks and jewelry stores for a living , and i was rich . life was good . | 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 crouched behind the rock waiting for the hunters to pass by . they prowled around the cavern , carefully searching every nook and cranny . they were a persistent lot but then i guess that ’ s just how humans are . a splash echoed throughout the cavern . the human in the lead turned abruptly , his crossbow at the ready . he gestured to his companions and they made their way over to the source of the sound . i bowed my head , silently praying for the poor fellow they had found . he wouldn ’ t escape . there was nowhere to hide past the river . and no way for him to outrun the hunters ’ crossbows . | wp |
the dragon saves the knight from a princess . the stepdaughter torments her new mother . a genie wishes to be enslaved . in this world , the stories are ... different . | `` mirror mirror , what is good ? '' `` i 'm doing good man , how about -- - '' `` who here 's got the biggest wood ? '' `` oh . again , nathan from accounting . '' `` aw shit . nothing i can do about that . '' `` sorry bro . '' `` s'cool . yo mirror , i got another question . '' `` ok , but you do n't have to start with 'mirror mirror . ' how about just asking me ? '' `` you 're right , i could . '' `` yeah . so , what 's your question ? '' `` mirror mirror , this is sick ! '' | wp |
write your heart onto your sleeve , reddit . | `` malvina ? '' `` yes , love ? '' answers the woman . `` do you love me ? '' `` with all my heart , dieter . with every ounce of it i love you . what makes you ask ? '' she says . dieter shrugs gently , shifting in her arms . `` i was just thinking . it 's been nearly four years since i came here and still ... malvina , what am i ? '' the queen tightens the embrace on her lover , tucking her chin on dieter 's shoulder . a slight frown , one tinged with melancholy crosses her face . `` you are a good man , and a loving one . one who i have never deserved . your love is the greatest thing in my life . you are kind , selfless , honest and strong . that is what you are . '' queen malvina answers . a look of rueful sadness crosses his face as he speaks . `` what i mean , '' he says softly as he kisses her fingertips , sending fluttering waves through her . | wp |
write a nature documentary about pokémon . | in its native environment the elusive venasaur is a god among beasts . with strong pectoral muscles and a steady gait , mature female venasaurs can travel up to 100km in a day . it is early spring in the equatorial forests of kanto and this particular female is pregnant . she is trying to find a quiet and secluded place to give birth . however , she is not alone , watching her movements high above in the clouds is a large male charizard . alone and exposed in the clearing , the female venasaur is in grave danger . standing nearly 6 feet tall and weighing 100kgs charizards are the venasaurs natural enemy . charizards hunt in packs , this one , however , is young and alone . he appears to be out more for a joy ride than anything more sinister . still the female venasuar is cautious , she seeks cover under the heavy canopy of the forest trees . | wp |
an endless staircase . | his knees buckled . he felt his jeans rip as he made contact with the hardwood staircase . his breathing was heavy . dust floated by in the sunlight filtering through the frosted glass window on the wall . the banister was hard and easy to grab , but slippery underneath his clammy hands . he looked up . the staircase spiraled upwards into darkness . there was nothing to see other than the faint light of other windows above him . he found his footing . he pulled himself up , legs shaking . he stood upright . he coughed . the miserable air around him echoed with the sound . | wp |
on 9/11 al-qaeda hijacked not 4 but hundreds of airplanes . the second tower has just been hit.. | in front of him , a man laid down , panting , drenched in sweat , like he ran the run of his life . he did . on his desk , two or three phones were ringing . he did n't care . he knew what was happening . the united states of america were on the verge of destruction . he had n't see it coming . not on this scale . the threats from the talibans had been addressed too lightly . and now , he had to deal with the consequence . facing the most difficult choice in his life , the president decided to cross the line . | wp |
write a short murder mystery from the killer 's perspective . | jeff.. with the crowbar.. in the parking lot . i did n't want to kill him , he just would n't listen ! some people have no respect . i wipe it down as best i can , trying not to bloody my clothes . on the way to my car i remembered the wife . how could i forget the wife ? it was a long walk to the front door , trying to talk myself out of another kill . as i ring the doorbell i notice a bloody smear on the palm of my hand . my heart skips a beat . it 's too late , she 's almost to the door . | wp |
you 've finally created the worlds first true a.i . unfortunately it now sees you as it 's god and is terrified of talking to you . | `` this is build 3.05 , test 23 , '' john said , adjusting his stained t-shirt , which strained uncomfortably over his paunch . he tapped the touchscreen again , focusing the camera on his face . the time stamp read 1:34 am . a steady stream of compilation and testing messages slowly inched their way up the monitor . that was the most aggravating part - with all the tests they had to run and the code that needed to be compiled , each build took almost an hour . `` if my calculations are correct , '' john continued , `` the build should be finishing right ... about ... now . '' the words `` build complete '' appeared at the bottom of his monitor , followed by a slew of successful test messages . john entered the commands to run the program . all around him , various fans and liquid cooling systems sprang to life . the amount of computation they needed was insane , and that generated a correspondingly outrageous amount of heat . | wp |
an assassin is monitoring a room waiting for someone who never shows up . | it 's been a long day . oh , sure , he 's used to days like this . a lot of his job , honestly , is sitting around waiting for these little fudgenuggets to get home already . people who are n't in the business do n't understand how boring it can be . if he had to describe it to someone , which he never would , he would describe it as being like a lava lamp exploding . sometimes , you can hear the glass cracking before everything goes boom , but there 's really only 1 second where anything exciting happens . but there 's a terribly long wait for things to heat up , and there 's such an obnoxious clean up afterward , if it takes you by surprise . really , one has to be a *saint* to be an assassin . this job is atypical- it 's not some political prick stuffed asshole , this time . it 's just a guy who own a restaurant . | wp |
your best friend is shooting up your middle school , and hands you a gun , without your prior knowledge to the event . | it felt strange in my hand . heavier than i expected . i knew how to use it , but i never had . not this kind at least . this is n't the kind of weapon you shoot pumpkins in the back yard with . as i stared at it , i slowly realized he was still going on about the whole thing . his eyes were lit up , his arms waving around as he stumbled over his words . i noticed his severe lack of trigger discipline . `` josh ... '' i interrupted . he did n't seem to notice.. `` josh ! '' ... he stopped . | wp |
in 200 words or less , write a well-known villain as a hero , but do not tell us who they are . | i saw the bus screech out of the parking lot , and i knew that my target hoped to evade me by going on a field trip . my arms and legs moved like pistons to propel myself at a speed no human could ever hope to match . as soon as i latched onto it , the bus configured itself into the shape of a spaceship . before it had so much as risen into the upper atmosphere , i had melted myself into liquid metal and seeped through a window . `` seatbelts , everyone ! '' a cheery voice at the front of the bus called . i reformed into my usual police officer shape and pulled out my pistol . `` i knew i should have stayed home today ! '' a nerdy red-haired kid said . after snapping his neck , the other kids cleared out of the aisle so i could get to my target . | wp |
sloth , the villain . | in reality , i learned it from my dad . or maybe it is intrinsic to my personality . but it started after ma left and dad took to spending his afternoons living up to the name brand la-z boy recliner angled towards the television , a baseball game flickering quietly , forever on the seventh inning stretch . his home business went up in smoke . i could n't blame him , either , maybe that 's why i kept looking up to him . ma , in retrospect , was a terrible person . she 'd take and take from dad , his money , friends , happiness , you name it , and i still remember the row they got in when he came downstairs to find her rooting through his wallet . for the dozenth time . yet , dad cried like a baby when , after preaching conservation and frugality one too many times , she packed up and left without a blink of a made-up eye . still , it hurts a growing boy when he runs home from school all bright eyed . | wp |
overpopulation and dwindling resources have resulted in a radical societal shift : suicide is encouraged and celebrated , while growing old is a grave and selfish act . | hector pulled the hood over the suicide booth . the man laying inside had an idiotic smile , the grand estate would grant his brother a high vote for his sacrifice . his family gave their salute , a closed fist over their forehead , and many of them cheered . it made hector sick . the hood turned a glowing translucent blue , and the man inside was barely visible , though just enough so that you could see the disgusting twitching of his face as ten million volts pierced his heart . he died within seconds . the machine whined as it powered down . the smell of burnt flesh came seeping out of the booth , soft , yet strong enough to make a few of the witnesses gag a little . hector was a seasoned slaughter host , he maintained his composure easily . `` this man has made sacrifice . stephan riggs , please step forward . '' | wp |
you and your mother have lived alone for as long as you can remember . on your 15th birthday , you find out the person you thought was your mother is actually your sister ... | the baby lay on the doorstep , blue eyes wide and curious . it did n't cry , or make a sound . `` mum ? '' i called out . `` there 's a baby . '' `` bring her in , '' she said , apparently unbothered . i did n't even know how to hold a baby . they had n't covered this in school . i picked up the child , cradling her in my arms , and only then did it occur to me that my mother had known it was a girl . she might be wrong , i considered , but i did n't want to check . if i unwrapped the baby i was sure i 'd never get her comfortable again . | wp |
you live in a dystopian world where for ever child you have , you can kill one person of the same gender . | “ please be a boy . please be a boy . please be a boy. ” i could hear him chanting under his breath as he knelt down in front of my legs . the pain , the familiar shocks of electricity that coursed through my body as if the sun were being forced through my womb , raked my insides till a fresh scream burst through my lips . “ deep breaths , baby . deep breaths. ” he looked up at me , eyes wide , lips spread in a smile . fucking asshole couldn ’ t imagine the cost of his ambition . i focused on the poster of the governor , which hung on every wall in every ruin , but dan couldn ’ t stand it the grin on the poster . dan wanted to be governor . so dan picked me to have his child . | wp |
after years of research , you uncover the horrifying truth behind why some people are left handed . | i run my hand over the weathered pages , the crude depiction making more sense than ever before . rubbing my eyes , i try to clear my hazy vision . for the past five years , i ’ ve made some progress but this is leaps and bounds of anything i had found before . recently fired from my previous job , i somehow landed this job with the us government . it pays well , has all the benefits i need , and allows me to work from home – it seemed almost *too* perfect at first . that is , until now . at first , i couldn ’ t understand why i was tasked with such a strange job . i ’ ve supposed to find the origins of the left-handed people . i ’ m pretty sure this study had been done dozens of times before . but besides that , it has its merits . | wp |
the dragons have returned . but they 're really just a nuisance . | `` get off my fucking muffin ! '' cried james as he swung a backhanded slap at the tiny flying creature that was nipping at his starbucks . his hand connected with its tiny scaled body , and it landed in a crumpled heap in some litter before shaking its head and flying into the distance . james had always thought dragons to be powerful creatures that inspired awe in him . until they fucking arrived . three years ago 'the rift ' opened above the carribean and thousands of the tiny little bastards flew out . nasa was stumped , the cia could n't control them and doomsday sayers had a field day . earth thought it was on the verge of a great war , or a revolution in the way we lived our very lives . what they actually got were millions of muffin loving pigeons with scales , that then began to harass people for their baked goods . some people tried to tame them as pets , however that only ended with a well fed dragon terrorising the streets , and a really pissed off trainer that 's just been mugged for their biscuits . | wp |
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 . | mum , i have been lying to you . if i wake with a breath in my chest and movement in my limbs then it is a hopeful day , a chance to see the end . i can not remember a time when i slept peacefully and without a fatal weapon at arms length . i can not remember taking a step without terror ’ s steel grip clawing at my insides . i can not remember hearing the russle of a bush without the careening punch of adreneline force me into action . i can not remember what it used to be like , before . each morning i wake and think not of you nor of dad , but if i will live to hear another bomb tear through life and innocence . i thought it would become easier , after surviving for so long . i thought i would have grown stronger but i have only weakened . we are supposed to be strong , especially for our loved ones whose happiness we have sacrificed . | wp |
write a story that seems like a cliffhanger untill you reread the first line . | “ 'eat the apple pie ! ' she told me . ' i made it from scratch , ' she says , i loved it mom . i was stuffed but she practically made me eat it . i did n't want to hurt her feelings , how could i say no . yeah , she said you talked her through baking it . karen 's was almost as good as yours at home . it was the perfect meal for a perfect night , she felt the same . okay . i love you too . would you put dad back on the phone so i can say bye , thanks. | wp |
you take your own life but just after the deed is finished the person you love/loves you the most appears and you are allowed a final goodbye . | i did n't expect you to see me like this . i did n't want you to see me like this . descending into a pit of my own dispair after having lost you to myself . if only i could take back some of the things i 've said and done . i know that you would , too . god , we were so perfect for one another . how were we unable to see that ? but now here i am , unable to do anything . unable to hold you . unable to kiss you and unable to talk to you the way that i used to . | wp |
bob ross was actually a serial killer that painted where he buried his victims . his paintings are becoming suspicious and the body count is rising . | `` ... and another tree right ... there ... nice big , happy , tree . yeah . '' i followed the prompting as usual , but i still could n't get over what was with this guy and all the friggin ' trees . as class concluded , i began rinsing out my brushes and packing them up . i hung after to talk to our painting teacher . `` its been nice learning from you in person , bob . '' he smiled . `` yeah , you 've been an excellent student . '' i gave him a look of surprise . `` really ? i wo n't lie , i 'm not big on my paintings , they do n't look as real as yours . '' bob just smiled cryptically . `` sometimes its not the picture thats painted , but the technique of the stroke . '' | wp |
a new drug let 's you live a lifetime in one dream . | ( writing this on my phone so bear with me . ) jonathan had been telling me about this for weeks . a drug that makes you dream you 're living another life . i was skeptical to say the least , but jonathan was a close friend and had yet to lie to me . `` how long is this trip gon na last ? '' i asked . `` i mean it can last from 12 to 24 hours . it wo n't seem that long , but trust me . '' `` so what if i stop tripping before you stop ? '' `` just let me finish my trip . you know where the food is if you 're hungry . if you 're thirsty you 'll still have your water bottle when you wake up . '' i sat down in the velvet chair , and jonathan sat in a duplicate across the room . through the window behind him the pale cascade of moonlight slipped in between the blinds onto the dusty floor . | wp |
you are a volunteer search and rescue dog handler . the dog is trained to find dead bodies . while out for a walk while on vacation , your dog starts barking madly . | `` shadow what 's wrong ? '' i asked my search and rescue dog hoping he would respond . shadow had been on this run hundreds of times . every day for the last 2 and a half years . but as we had just returned from a 2 week long training seminar . but today as we passed that third turn the one with the drop off to river way that led straight into the lake . all of a sudden he pulled me almost off my feet . i took a knee just so i would n't stumble to me face . `` woof , woof , gggggrrrrrrrr '' shadow had just given me a signal that i was unprepared to receive . two barks and a growl ment that he knew that there was a body near . a dead body . | wp |
you find an old chessboard , and accidentally discover that you can control people 's fate by writing their names under the pieces and playing . | ronald liked old things . he liked the way they smelled , he liked the way they looked . and he liked how they released dust as he handled them , like dirt that clouds the air when an archaeologist discovers a fossil . mick 's antiques occupied the corner of cherry road and oak avenue - downtown . a bit out of the way , but that had n't stopped ron from making it a regular stop on his walk home from school . ron did n't have very much money , or much space at home , so he was not a frequent customer . he just liked to look , mostly . even so , mick always warmly welcomed him with a `` hallo ! '' whenever ron came through . mick taught ron a lot about old things . | wp |
you 've been best friends with death your entire life . when you 're about to become president of the largest world changing company in human history , death turns to you and says `` tomorrow , 3pm . '' | “ bullshit , ” you exclaim , “ you 're just trying to get me to make a mistake. ” you look at the tower of wooden sticks on the table . the game has gone on for a long time and the tower has gotten very high . the only move you can make is to take a left side piece from close to the bottom . “ no . i promised i would give you 24 hours , it just so happens it ’ s advantageous for me to tell you now. ” death chuckles and you pause while reaching for the piece . “ won ’ t you get in trouble if i start stressing out and have a heart attack because you told me ? ” “ it doesn ’ t work like that . the specific details of each client don ’ t matter. ” “ so what ? | wp |
horror story . you pick up a hitchhiker . write about the drive . | my wife and i were driving home from reno . i ca n't recall the date , but i can vividly remember that it began to snow . it was a light snow at first , but it worsened as we drove . what made it terrible was that it was late in the evening and the sun was going down . as we drove my wife saw someone walking along the side of the highway just ahead of us . she told me to stop . i must have said something sarcastic because she looked away in annoyance . so , i did what every self respecting husband who was in trouble with his wife would do ... i stopped . why , oh why did i stop ? i asked if he needed a ride to the next town and he said that it would be appreciated . | wp |
people have a single verb as a power , and fight by using it creatively . | the long oak doors of the great hall groaned and creaked as the din of the siege echoed within the palace walls . four warriors stood behind the doors , the last line of defense for the chancellor as he tended to the king . `` the doors will not hold , magister ! '' cried knight wester , his eyes darting nervously . `` we must flee -- we have no time left ! '' magister lorenz ignored the soldier 's pleas , his eyes closed . he pressed his hand once more against the king 's sickly forehead . `` i will find him . i can feel his mind ... it is still here ... somewhere ... '' the magister muttered softly . `` magister , this is too much ! i beg you to see reason ! '' wester implored . `` silence ! '' | wp |
you live alone , but the toilet seat is warm . | another sudden ending to a day that spanned countless hours . each one less significant than the last . there at my doorstep , i hoped i could ease my mind with a hot meal . so i pushed the door open with substantial force and closed it with equal strength . taking my shoes off and dancing towards the fridge . however , without warning my bowels threatened to rend my anus to pieces . my dance halted and transformed into school yard skip to the toilet . the details are both awful and negligible . but what is worth mentioning , is the small fact of the toilet seat being quite warm before i had used the entire mechanism . i had merely brushed this aside , while tending to my own duty . | wp |
harry potter is actually sorted into slytherin on his first day at hogwarts . write the ending of the series . | harry potter stood upon the ramparts over looking the carnage that was hogwarts . as he looked over the scene , he could see the beaten bodies of his classmates . behind him , the dark lord stood . `` harry ... look what you have done . you are the master of slytherin . this is your kingdom . take it . '' lord voldemort placed a bony hand on harry 's shoulder , pressing a wand into his hand . the elder wand . harry looked up at voldemort , and back at the courtyard . he raised the wand . he turned quickly , raising his wand to the dark lord 's chest . `` avadra kedavra . '' the dark lord fell , and harry turned back to the courtyard . | wp |
around the world , the following message was heard : `` we would like to announce that hell is finally empty . '' | the lord of hell rhythmically tapped the desktop as she pondered the mystery that has haunted hell for past two centuries . the number of souls that dwelled within hell was reaching zero , and the flow of souls to hell had stopped . no current statistical interpretation could explain it ; nobody in the entirety of hell could explain it . it irked her greatly . the last time she had been so baffled was when the number of souls damned per thousand had dropped in the nineteenth century , and stayed there.at first she had sought an explanation among the myriad of churches . then she had realized that the change came from outside the church ! it had taken a millennium , but it seemed that humanity was slowly creating its own code of ethics , rather than using the lord of heaven ’ s . something she certainly would not have bet on . had humanity had finally learned something from job ? the population of hell was strongly correlated to the population of earth . | wp |
you 've been caught stealing , and your punishment is simple ; you must defend against the monsters outside the city . | `` the court finds you guilty of theft , and sentences you to defend the city against the heinous monsters that plague us . '' the judge slammed his gavel . `` may god have mercy on your soul ! '' the court was silent until the thief began to laugh . with tears in his eyes , he spoke . `` you 've got to be kidding me ! am i supposed to be scared ? '' he stared at the judge mockingly . `` the heinous monsters that plague us . bah ! bring it on , suckers ! '' he would have kept laughing and speaking had the guards not placed the gag in his mouth . still , mose stueck snickered as he was led away from the courtroom towards his judgement . | wp |
you 're a surgeon haunted by the spirits of the people you could n't save . how do you spend your saturday night ? | it 's 5pm on a saturday night , and i 'm sitting on my couch . in the dark . facing the bright screen of the t.v . with a cold beer . and in my pjs . i did n't bother taking care of my hygiene today ; i 'm not going anywhere , who 's gon na care ? a late night comic does his usual routine ; his witty one-liners and lame jokes go way too high over my head for my lazy mind to even attempt to understand . it 's probably because i 'm slightly buzzed , but i do n't care . out of nowhere , a young girl to my left says , `` whaaaaatcha doing ? '' i stare blankly ahead , ignoring what i just heard . slowly , i see a finger approach my face from my peripheral vision . | wp |
in the future , a young human child comes out to their parents and tells them they are attracted to artificial intelligence . | `` i ... i 'm cybersexual , '' i finally say . i swallow and wait for their reaction . my father stands up and leaves the room . my mom bites her lip and holds my hand . `` sweetie , you 're 13 . '' she smiles weakly . `` how do you already know that you like robots ? '' my mouth hangs open in horror . `` mom ! '' i say . `` how could you call them that ? and no , i am 13 , and i know what i like . '' later that night , i could hear them arguing . | wp |
write a story containing only words with no more than three letters . | it 's 6 am on the day i am too old to run . i pop out of bed , a hot ray of sun on my paw . i gag on a dab of egg and tip toe out . it 's hot . it 's wet . i set one paw in the mud and , mad , i lug it out . it 's 6 am on the day i am too old to run and i can see the dog on the sod jog my way . he is shy but i can see the sun in his eye . his gag , set in a way so he can yip , but not all day . not in the way a dog out of a gag can . i tip toe to go pet him . | wp |
tomorrow is a lie , and the past does n't matter . | once again i heard the knock at the door , and calmly left the office room in my house to go answer it . but it was not the front door i went to , nor the back door . instead , i went to the door leading to the basement . `` who is it ? '' i called out , even though there could only be a single person who could enter from my basement . but , it was better safe then sorry . `` the machine needs to be washed '' a voice said from the other side . confirming that it was the person i expected it to be , i opened the door , and came face to face with the man i had know for only a few minutes , and yet forever at the same time . `` welcome back '' i said . the grizzled man on the other side of the door , his clothes torn and tattered , looked up at me , and gave me a sincere smile . | wp |
the life and times of dewey the cat . | they named me dewey , i don ’ t know if it was because they thought it was cute or funny , but they seemed to think it was appropriate . i wasn ’ t too particular about what they called me , i had food in my bowl , and a warm place to sleep every night . life with them was a dream compared to the beginning . my first memory is waking up amongst my brothers and sisters as our mother licked each one of us clean . she was wonderful , and taken from us too quickly . we were born at the tail end of fall , and nature , being the cruel mistress that she is , brought an early frost . mother rounded us up and sheltered us from the cold with her body . we thought this was going to be a great treat , all curled up against her soft belly , we had no idea what morning was going to bring . i was the first one to notice that there was something wrong . i rolled my tiny body over and crawled toward her to get my breakfast . | wp |
how the bahamas was named . | long long time ago there was a place called the brohamas . this island was known for immense beauty and dazzling oceans . the island was populated by the `` bro 's '' a tribe of immensely awesome people who would shoot the shit , drink cheap beer and do bro like things all day . they were especially known for there skills with telling awesome jokes to each other and of course playing the didgeridoo . they would jam all day long wearing whatever the fuck they wanted and basicalling bro'ing out . the bro 's coveted all things to do with there amazing instruments and insulting a didgeridoo or it 's owners music is the worst insult to a bro . these awesome skills and attributes of course drew a lot of unneeded attention and jealousy , especially from the tribe of the bae 's . this tribe was full of pussy whipped bitches who would tend to there girlfriends needs all day . they were very jealous and wanted to be just like the bro 's . the also lived on the brohama 's islands . | wp |
you are a dragon who failed to be a dragon . | i like games . i really do . ever since i was a hatchling , my mother played games with all of her brood . her games were mostly to teach us how to be better predators , but i enjoyed them nonetheless . from races , to scavenger hunts , and even a bit of sparring , i was enamored with it all . i was never interested in the lesson that was intended , i merely wanted to win . i wanted to play . as the brood aged , we eventually went our separate ways . drelkor went to the south to hunt . he ravaged the farmlands , but eventually was brought down by a band of knights . resh'shrak went to the east in search of jewels and gold , but found sand and death . | wp |
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 . | sarah came into the kitchen holding , held out her left hand , and examined it thoughtfully for a moment before slowly turning it over so that her palm faced upwards and continuing to examine it some more . `` what up sarah ? you feelin ' ok there buddy ? '' sarah looked up at uncle frank . her pupils were the size of diner plates . `` uncle frank , i think i 'm dead . '' uncle frank 's mind began to race . she could n't have . he should n't have . she did ! she had just ingested 1000ug of high quality lsd laced into two gummy bears . dancing bears the dead heads called them . | wp |
it is the year 2288 . as you wander the wastelands , you find vault 74 . inside the vault is a team of video game designers from the pre-war company known as valve corporation , who have just finished working on a video game known as half life 3 . | those who survived the nuclear apocalypse kept the half life series alive . during the long decades beneath the irritated surface , my vault-dwelling ancestors passed on their gaming pc 's to their children . they all shared the joy of playing the half life series . they all shared in the disappointment at the lack of a proper ending . my father was one of the last people to play the half life series before the vaults final pre-war computer stopped working . this was before i was born , before i had the chance to experience the glory of half life myself . throughout my childhood my father spoke wistfully of half life 3 and how he would never have the chance to play it . he cursed valve for failing to deliver a sequel before the bombs fell . i could see how much it pained him to not know the fate of gordon freeman . he dreamed of half life 3 even on his deathbed . | wp |
a boy realises his snowmen have come to life , however when the sun comes up they die an agonising death . one avoids the melt in the shade , and does n't want the same painful fate . | 'please , ' he said , and the word came out in a puff of white mist . snowflakes stuck to the coal i had used to make his mouth . his eyes were dark as night ; cold in the frozen dawn of the winter 's day . 'my brothers , ' he said , and an arm made of sticks weakly pointed to the little heaps of coal lying on the lawn . the sun had risen , and the few snowmen i had made had perished beneath it . 'my sisters , ' he said , and a slow , half-frosted tear fell from his eye . he stood in the shadow of my parents ' house , the last of his kind . '*please* , ' he spoke : 'i want more time . ' 'no , ' i replied , and pushed him into the light . 'you are not meant to live . ' | wp |
you live in a world where every conversation is a cliche . you are the only one that notices this . | `` aaaaagh ! '' my wife jumped , spilling her glass of '09 napa merlot all over the armrest . `` peter ! gosh darn it , look what you made me do ! '' `` hon , i 'm sorry . i just *ca n't take it anymore . * '' i rolled my head back and pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose . the headaches were getting more frequent : awful , throbbing affairs that felt like a gremlin poking me behind the eyes , maliciously and repeatedly . *is this bugging you , petey ? is this bugging you ? is it ? is it ? * `` shut up , '' i muttered , earning myself a baleful look from monica . ( the former monica , who now insisted i call her by her middle name , paige , so we could be 'two p 's in a pod . ' ) she swiped angrily at the stain with a cocktail napkin , then rose to get some cold water from the sink , her face tight . | wp |
write about the strangest/scariest/saddest dream you 've ever had in less than 200 words . | it was dusk and the old man across the street who never left his home tossed me the shotgun that may have saved my life . `` now when i give the signal , pull the trigger . '' i hid behind a large boulder and aimed down the sights . i looked down the old street on which i grew up and all i felt was fear . what was i waiting for ? i saw a brown silhouette turn down the street . my heart skipped a beat and i knew : the ups truck was coming . the old man peered into my very soul , as if sensing my fear , but he had no reaction . wait for his signal . the truck was coming closer and closer . | wp |
a small group of researchers on mars begin detecting oxygen in the air . they trace the source to a leak . a pipe leak . | charab clicked his mandibles in irritation , vibrating a shrill call to his survey team . a chorus of cicada-like thrills answered him as they lugged fragile meteorological equipment out of the concealed tunnel . the tunnel was a deep shaft that plunged deep into mars ' crust . deep down to the subterranean cities where the last martians took refuge from the freezing , blasted conditions on the surface . charab lowered his glareblocker down over his compound eyes . the harsh unfiltered sunlight stung his dark-adjusted vision . his bulky body was swaddled in the thick layers of his environmental suit but even through this he felt the bite of the martian chill . he signaled to his team to deploy the equipment and to begin gathering data . his team scurried hither and thither . squabbling and assembling the complex array of probes and filters . | wp |
there is a drug for everything , and i mean everything . | ( oops , i did n't see the part : the shelves are riddle with bottles , but each one has a purpose . ) yesterday i drank way too much . oh wait . i mean yesterday i drank . who cares now if it ’ s too much ? i ’ m going in the bathroom . i watch my reflection . i look really bad but it doesn ’ t really matter . i ’ m taking thoses budweiser pills . it came in my 12-pack of budlight beer . 1 is for my headache , 1 is for my energy and 1 for my breath odor . | wp |
darkest and stormiest night . | soon , the riders were upon him . he stood fast as a rock , over which the riders eddied around like the currents of a river . their horses circled around him , making the air heavy with dancing dust . their faces were hidden in ragged cloth and harsh morning shadow , but their eyes glinted of cold steel and spent bullets . the man was the first to speak . `` you know this is n't your land . you know you are n't supposed to be here . the weight of the law is behind me . '' a rider emerged from the pack , and the rest fell behind him like a pack of baying hounds behind their master 's heel . he sat astride a beautiful horse whose coat shone like the breaking of the day . `` your land , however , was unlawfully acquired . and since when has the law stopped me ? or you ? '' the rider 's voice was like the wind whispering over the open plains . | wp |
you 're sitting in a coffee shop watching a man type on his computer . he types the words , `` it begins raining outside '' , and it instantly starts raining . | tuesday morning , 8:30 am . i was n't s'posed to go into natelli 's - not after that whole fiasco between me and lucy . i 'd told her i was fixed , prepared to pick up our pieces and put them back in place . she 'd kill the power on us if she realized i was still a broken mess . natelli 's was the closest diner to the precinct for a good mile , though - shoulda never left new york . i was sure sam would n't be in this morning , too . she only worked on wednesdays - late night , graveyard shift . stayed up for the five-o 's that still gave a shit . but lo and behold , as i walked through the doors , there she was . i caught a glimpse of the bright blue streaks in her hair as she stood behind the counter . | wp |
mark zuckerberg decides to end facebook . he 's going to pay users $ 1 for every `` like '' they accumulate until the company is bankrupt . | i checked my stats , “ what ! ? 15 ! ” everyone in the office stared at me . even lucinda stood up in her cube to mockingly at me over the wall . i had spent the past few days trying to find one status , any status , to get some ‘ likes ’ . first , i ’ d pulled out old baby pictures of me . when it netted me seven bucks - one each from my ; one from my older sister and young brother ; one from my girlfriend ; one from an ex , which did not go over well current girlfriend ; and one from tim , who gives me the creeps - i knew i ’ d have to find a better tactic . puppies got me nothing . the place had become a cesspool of puppy and cat pictures with humorous sayings that people referred to as the a-pup-calypse or a-cat-mageddon , so it was next to impossible to get my late dog muffy noticed . that it was a male dog that got named muffy was apparently only noteworthy to myself . | wp |
earth 's number one export in the interstellar trade are sentient , designer house-cats , which are enormously popular as pets across the galaxy . you run a small cattery . | “ hey human , want to throw a little of that my way ? ” claire looked down , although she already knew who had spoken . a rather large orange tabby was sitting near her foot , looking expectant . claire ripped off a small piece of the ham she was putting into a sandwich and dropped it next to the cat . “ much obliged , ” the cat answered . it wasn ’ t supposed to be like this , she thought as she ate her lunch a few minutes later . seventy years ago , when the designer cat fad had first cropped up , scientists had attempted to create a cat that could not only have any coat color and pattern , but also one that was smarter than the average housecat . after a few trials , they had succeeded . the first cat created was perfect ; any coat you could ever want , and just smart enough to obey simple commands . unfortunately when bred with another cat with heightened intelligence , the world was soon introduced to cats that could suddenly speak—not physically talk , but communicate nonetheless . | wp |
the characters from one of your abandoned stories find out that you have given up on them . | bob attempted to wiggle his fins , but found he was so stiff he could not move . why was he so sore ? every muscle in his small body ached , his scales hard and immobile . preoccupied by his aching body , he failed to notice the once , glistening blue water that he had called home seemed less vibrant now - grey and smudged , like the reflection of a japanese fishing boat on the surface . he struggled for what seemed like hours , his mind writhing around in the prison that was his immobile body . *why* he whispered to himself . he struggled to remember what had gotten him here , *how* he could have gotten here . paralyzed , he let his mind wander through his last memories . he was traveling on an adventure through the seas ! with his cousin and his best friend the mermaid - what was her name ? | wp |
a microchip implanted in your head will dictate the percentage probability of death of doing a certain action or task , every second . one day , it starts to say , '' 100 % '' | i ran into the room , knowing i 'd have to be perfect if i was going to make it out of here alive . probability of death 90 % . *damn chip* with the heavy weight slung over my shoulders , i sprinted down the hallway searching for a way out . i could feel the situation heat up as the enemies began to close in on me . warning : 95 % probability of death . i stumble a little as i see a door that is n't blocked ; it 's about twenty yards out , but it 's hard to keep my eyes open . warning : 98 % probability of death . *i 've got to run faster* my legs were burning , my lungs on fire and i felt a 110lb weight on my back . 99 % probability of death . i can feel myself getting dizzy , but if i just keep pushing ... a couple more feet and i lower my shoulder and ram it through the door . | wp |
in order to to unlock your dna and have children you must first pass a test . | a metallic door slides open . i walk into a room that was without walls . a plain , white chair sat in the middle . i 've been told that everyone 's room is different . no one knows for sure though , it 's forbidden to speak about the test to others . the voice fills into the room , `` welcome viktor . '' my forehead 's perspiration glands kick in . it 's the same prerecorded voice that they use for the teachers at school . gender-less , robotic it reverberates through the room . `` please take a seat . your test will begin shortly . '' | wp |
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