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Veronica stretched out lazily on her grandmother’s couch. Upstairs, the rest of the family were happily chatting away. Veronica sighed. She hated the insincerity of family events. Her parents called her discontent a ‘teenage phase’, but she hated how her family could only express their feelings in food. Her parents had... | 63 | What's on the tape? | 37 |
I remember my first days as a doctor. I wore my stethoscope proudly around my neck, not realizing it advertised how much of a virgin I was in the field of medicine. I'd introduce myself as Dr. Agon and tried to smile more than smirk smugly, usually I couldn't help the smug smirk. Some people noticed my name now read Dr... | 21 | Write a story about a hero gone bad | 28 |
Her toes are cracked slightly, worn from years of soccer and upcountry camping. They're painted a vivid dark blue, striking no matter the backdrop, even though the finish is fading. The smallest toe on each foot is bent somewhat from the undersize cleats she refused to throw away last year. Her feet are a pale white, s... | 50 | Describe "her" or "him" (you know the one) with tons of imagery. Finish on their name. | 39 |
The first thing you need is water. The second thing you need is food. Beyond that, you start dealing in wants, not needs. I wanted to be alone, though, solitary, and I got that. This is isn't a boy scout camp, this isn't Remember the Titans, comradery won't win this championship, other people are a liability.
When it ... | 32 | How I Survived The Zombie Outbreak | 36 |
Oh white room, oh white room. You have ensnared me in your brilliance, your lack of shade or hue, your eternal light.
But there is so little to do in this white room. There are no doors to any outside world, there are no windows to the sun, there are no locks with which to leave. Nothing, nada, zilch, null. All I can ... | 14 | You're trapped in a coma and live in a mental world that you've constructed. Describe that world... | 15 |
**Thanks for the Great Selection, TV Tropes: A Not-a-Fanfiction Begrudgingly Written (Without the Backspace Key)**
Newt Gingrinch awaked up. He was in a liquied qhich was water. He oppende his mouth and followed the budbbles up. Je opened his eyes and was staring at Rick Santorum. He was smiling at him, read in the fa... | 15 | The Game of Trope Roulette | 31 |
*LONDON (AP) - University College London - Department of Physics & Astronomy has reported the discovery of a large mass, most likely an asteroid, which will collide with the earth in 150 years. There is no known way to divert the mass with current technology. Scientists admit that it is impossible for us to have an... | 13 | Humanity has just discovered the world will end in 150 years. | 21 |
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
Nine.
I lean over to Aaron and hiss in a low voice: "She's over the limit."
He glances over and scans the items on the conveyor belt and then bursts into laughter. He points at the sign, which clearly reads "EXPRESS LANE 1-8 ITEMS."
"Barely." He chortles.
"It doesn... | 23 | The Seinfeld Prompt | 16 |
*I don't want to talk about it right now.*
For some reason, I thought that phrase wouldn't sting nearly as bad the second time. Well, it's been two weeks since this girl, a girl that has filled my mind to the brim with her essence, said that. I'm about to leave for college, and it burns worse than ever.
I remember I ... | 10 | A phrase that has stung you to your core... | 20 |
He had even torn the label off, just in case. Because a whiskey bottle just doesn't look like a whiskey bottle without the label. Like they sell apple juice in square bottles now or something.
And he'd hidden it so well. Jeremy had had to take the unlikeliest of actions to stumble across this cache of his father's fai... | 11 | Downstairs Pantry | 21 |
"*That is it?*", he thought while standing up, "*Is life so meaningless? It can't be*". He took off the helmet, walked to the door, pushed the button and exited the room.
He is frustrated. He doesn't want to live, for life has no meaning anymore. He exits the building. He wanders. He is almost hit by a car. He gets... | 13 | a machine which lets you experience a lifetime in a matter of minutes. | 18 |
He tapped his foot impatiently. Enough was enough. He had been sitting in the examination room for almost forty-five minutes now. It was bad enough what he was visiting for. Any illness in that part of the body is awkward enough without having to have someone 'glance it over'. He checked his watch again. "This is bulls... | 72 | Any situation where the word "Bubbles" (in reference to soap bubbles, not a proper noun) can be said with anger or resentment. | 29 |
"500 million"
The billionaire smiles as he hears the words announced. A hush falls over the stadium. Everyone stares into the center, waiting to hear the result. In the center of the stadium, the billionaire stands with another man: the referee.
The referee repeats himself. "This man will wager five hundred million.... | 16 | Challenge from a billionaire | 17 |
"5 minutes till."
"What? Oh, yeah. Shit this is taking longer than I thought." I looked at my watch and saw that it was five to three in the morning. This had been a long night. I took a final drag on my cigarette and put it out on the heal of my shoe and flicked it off into the drizzle. It was a habit I picked u... | 23 | People always ask, "would you live forever?" I ask instead, "what if you could live as long as you'd like (including infinity) but you have to choose if/when you die?" | 29 |
Story kind of went another direction:
I peeked around the end of the isle. There was one of them. The Big People. They dressed in bright red, and stick out. They get mad at me, and yell at me. I get dragged away. I know not to let *them* see me. I pretend to be looking at sugary cereal as the Big Person walks by. He g... | 11 | A young child who shoplifts because her parents spend all their money on drugs. | 21 |
Hi Sarah, this is Jacob.
It seems kind of silly writing this. Pointless, you know? But the people tell me I shouldn't hold it inside, and that this'll help me move on.
This is the second letter I've written for you that you won't ever read. I suppose in a way it's an apology for the first one.
I've been thinking ab... | 10 | The Undelivered Message | 18 |
I quite enjoyed this prompt. I decided to try and approach it from a slightly different angle from what it immediately suggested to me. I decided to keep it exactly as it was, though with total free reign I would've split it up (adding another sentence between the dialogue and the final sentence), and probably changed ... | 11 | She rose up on her toes and pressed her shell-pink lips to his ear; he inhaled shallowly as she whispered against his skin, "This will only hurt for a second, love." She twisted the knife, and then there were none. | 15 |
There is some inescapable part of me that yearns for you- and not just for your rough, cracked hands to lift my head by my intrusive chin and tell me that I'm handsome, or to run them down my arms and back up again, teasing me (encouraging me, even) to let go, and give in- but there's an element to me that flows throu... | 1,058 | The most hateful, spiteful, bitter confession of undying love. | 223 |
Day 51
Dear Jenny,
Johannesburg has been the most organized city we've seen and maybe the only one where I haven't had a gun pointed at me. It still has its militias, like Gabarone, but they're more like peacekeepers than gangs. The Chinese-speaking militias are the most powerful here, with Latin militias coming in... | 10 | What would happen if everyone in the world woke up in a different country? | 27 |
My mouth is dry and tastes of vomit. My eyelids are heavy, they open like doors in an old house.
Pain shoots through my head as light reaches my eyes. I groan and cover them with one hand, while pushing myself up with another. My head is swimming and a wave of nausea fills my stomach.
I slowly remove my hand fro... | 15 | Your character wakes up from a druken stupor in an almost empty room... | 26 |
George A. Francis was a very religious man. That’s why it bothered him so much, I think. He was a very religious man. Went to church every Sunday, always said grace, kind to others. All for the purpose of getting to that glorious place in the sky. I’d say it made me sad, but I don’t think I’m capable of that. So there ... | 14 | Imagine there's no heaven. | 17 |
The newspapers are wrong.
You've probably read about me, but don't listen to what the media is saying because it's *wrong*.
I never wanted to be famous. I'm not psychologically disturbed. I wasn't abused as a child, I never tortured animals and I didn't wet the bed until I was 9 or 12 or 16 or whatever else the tal... | 149 | Write about a terrible human being, but frame the story so that the reader is compelled to sympathize and forgive him/her in the end. | 45 |
It was an easy job, Davey reminded himself, irritated in the situation he's in. He glanced to his wrists, the crawling markings banding across his skin and casting an invisible tether between his arms. Three hours ago, he was climbing along the roof of an upscale condo, unaware of his mark- He thought it was just anot... | 10 | A thief robs a wizard, unexpected outcome. | 15 |
The finest hour of human history occurred between 8:23 and 9:23 pm GMT on June 10^th, 1629.
During those 60 minutes, the words “I” and “love” and “you” were uttered over a hundred thousand times in every extant language (and even more extraordinarily, sincerity in those cases was at an all time high - 44% of admirers... | 15 | Our Finest Hour | 16 |
Max E. Mumph-Ister - Max is the son of two poor parents who pretend to be rich, combining their last names to show the world that both of their lineages are important, regardless of the fact that in the grand scheme, they really weren't. Max himself, is a quiet, reserved gentleman, having been made fun of during his ch... | 11 | The most ridiculous name you can think of, and a quick character sketch. | 16 |
*I’ve been drugged*
That was my first coherent thought.
Eyes closed and lying face down on a hard floor, I felt woozy. The Earth rolled beneath my body and I clenched my teeth against the low throb of pain in my head. A cold, slimy feeling of nausea crawled over me.
It subsided and the ache focused to a point above... | 13 | Unreliable narrator | 15 |
I think the worst part of insomnia has nothing to do with the lack of sleep but everything to do with the obsessive hunger for everything that is wrong. It's 1:00 AM, and I desire cupcakes filled with hot fudge and topped with french fries. It's 2:00AM, and I desire a lap dance from a Russian mail order with a penis th... | 33 | Make a Shyamalan twist, but better. | 27 |
I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the front door. I step into my shoes flattening the back of them, I could've just bent over and unlaced them but I'm willing to sacrifice my shoes for minor convenience. Story of my life. As shuffled in my newly converted clogs, I took a moment to breath in the winter's stillness in ... | 10 | The moment you realize that you are the only human being left on Earth | 21 |
All I remembered from the point I became conscious was darkness and the red flashing light indicating emergency status. Being confined to my sleep chamber, there was little I could do but wonder what might have gone wrong. Cryogenically frozen for most of our voyage, I should have been awakened at the end of the journe... | 71 | Alphabet Story | 21 |
I saw it's brown fur glow from atop a crumbling pillar of ash. This monstrosity was unknown to all who lay bloody amongst ruins of campaigns past. Razor sharp fangs drip in grim satisfaction. Victory was an ally of this abomination.
I thought of running, but why? This giant hulk could and did kill all, but not I..... | 127 | Write a 250 word story without using the letter E. | 32 |
A deep rending that reverberates across this vast, wretched sky. It fills my ears. It fills my bones. A sound so immense I can almost touch it. The very fabric of this universe is tearing under its own weight, and this is its swan song. Yet I can think of but one thing—it's strange that the breakings of the world aren'... | 90 | I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things. (250 words + GOLD) | 35 |
The doctors say that I don't have long. They say that I must have some unique tolerance to the euphorics. They're probably right. All I know is that when I look at my brother, or my neighbor, I don't see anything besides the restless focus or mindless stupor.
It's a bit past noon, so ordinarily it would be time for m... | 10 | Overcoming/escaping a dystopian society (500 words max) | 17 |
As the world became more populated, the norms of death shifted. The earth gasped for breath and heaved underneath the terrible burden that she could barely sustain. One generation, watching the last generation cling to life on ventilators that ran on the energy that could be powering lights in a school, came to decide... | 11 | A world where suicide is not only socially acceptable, but is the norm. | 19 |
Unwin Uhlman was unambiguously understood to be uninterested in understanding ultimatums. Sarah said, with serious and stormy show, that he should cease squabbling with Sam the squire's son, or she would sever swiftly their secret sessions. (Definitely, the dame was dependent on discretion, which dispute decidedly dete... | 20 | Write a cohesive story using as much alliteration as possible | 19 |
Turn. Shiver. Breathe. Scratch head. Turn. Turn. Move. Foot forward. Foot forward. Breathe. Shiver. Turn. Foot forward. Foot forward. Water. Cup. Miss the water. Drop cup. Mouth open. Turn. Shiver. Head down. Breathe. Drink. Breathe. Choke. Spit. Try again. Turn. Shiver. Breathe...
"We're going to start him on Ixprisa... | 10 | Insanity | 15 |
Been reading the writing related subreddits for a while now, but I recently starting writing (for fun). This will actually be my first submission.
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“It is your time,” Death said, pointing at Charles. Charles peeked at Death through half-closed eyelids, and went back to sleep. “I said it is your time, Charles,... | 10 | "To extend a life already lived on borrowed time requires three things..." | 16 |
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
Over many a quaint an curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodden nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, a... | 2,736 | a prompt for bad people | 554 |
The inspector examined the mess. It was a total disaster. The fruit stand had been completely destroyed. Splitered wood reached as far as 20 meters. Chunks of apples and melons painted the walls a symphony of chaos. Cracked baskets still rocked back and forth on the street as the breeze blew past.
"I'm sorry, Theo, we... | 10 | I should have read the fine print | 16 |
Henry was working from home that day. He was in his bedroom, in his boxers with the phone on speaker. A voice that sounded like Ben Stein on Xanax read sales figures. The window blinds were closed, allowing only a little natural light to mingle with the soft incandescent bulbs in the ceiling lamp. A Jack Russell Te... | 10 | The sky would make you think the world is ending. | 20 |
There was laughter. A young man stood in front of the mirror and cackled, watching his tangled locks and the splatters of blood vibrate on his face as he did. In his hand, a straight razor still feeding a crimson pool on the tile floor one drop at a time. Behind him, laying in the hallway, were the husband and wife tha... | 568 | The Joker | 94 |
The sad part is, no one ever seemed to get it right.
Sure, you guys got the gist of it, but it all got muddied in the details. Of all the beings in this particular universe with minds capable of understanding me though, you humans got the closest.
My tale begins in a universe in a different, well, dimension or "worl... | 16 | You are an ancient god, reawakened on accident in modern times. Your conquest begins. | 18 |
My grandfather chews dark brown tobacco on one side of his mouth. He spits, spilling some of the dark liquid onto his long gray beard. The girls have long left the campfire. My grandfather says it is time for men and not women so they're in the tents, pretending not to listen as he speaks.
Davy sits closest to the f... | 11 | The Day the Other Side of the Lake Disappeared | 20 |
(*Combining this prompt with a previous one*)
The menu is a novel. Its plentiful pages are abound with possibilities. An endless cavalcade of choices. Sandwiches are childs play, even without the Catering Constructor. But they still have their own chapters. Hot or cold; rolls, sliced, or hoagie; meat or spread; toaste... | 12 | The Major Downside of 3D "food printers" | 15 |
**Eyes wide open. -short story**
She has chosen to throw herself off a balcony, trying to land head first on the marble terrace, crushing her skull. She feels this is the bravest way she could think off. She wants people to remember her as brave.
She is absolutely terrified. Her mind is clouded with nightmares. She i... | 13 | I Have Finally Chosen How I Will Die | 24 |
(*Edited for spelling*)
This seemed to happen every week. Every Friday evening, the same woman would dine at this establishment with the same results. This next part I had done so many times, it felt scripted.
"Everyone! May I have your attention, please? As you can see to my right, Lady Blythesmythe is dead. Murdere... | 48 | MURDER MOST FOUL! | 22 |
It was the fifth attempt that had failed. Even with the increased pressure, /r/subredditoftheday wasn't breaking. RyanKinder sat back in his arm chair and ruminated on the execution. There was something missing, he could feel it. The new mods weren't cutting it. All they ever did was tell stories.
"Quiet!" Ryan shoute... | 15 | Write a story about how the /r/WritingPrompts mods cheated their way as subreddit of the day. | 34 |
Ah, Goodwill. That emporium of refused clothes, neglected toys, and dead people's things. Maybe it's not as depressing as that. After all, there's always something neat to find there.
This week, my find was an antique typewriter. It looked old, somewhat vintage, and probably entirely unusable, but I knew that I had to... | 13 | So shall it be written. So shall it be done. | 16 |
"Have you cheated on me?"
The words were sitting right there for me to ask. I just had to work up the nerve to say it. Sitting right there...sitting...sitting. It would explain her behavior lately and why she has been so distant, but you've never been good at reading signs and it could just be your insecurities comin... | 12 | The Honest Truth | 20 |
Peter Parker cradled the lifeless body of Mary Jane Watson-Parker in his arms, as the loud laughter of a critically wounded Norman Osborn echoed through a shocked-into-silence Times Square. Peter has had his mask shredded beyond recognition, once again revealing to the world of his secret identity, but he didn't care. ... | 13 | When the Hero becomes the Villain | 15 |
He bit me when I was at the gas station. I saw him stumble over, begging for help, and I tried. I asked him what was wrong, but he kept going on and on about how hungry he was and how he needed help. I tried to walk him into the gas station, and that's when he bit me in the eye.
I screamed in pain and shoved him awa... | 15 | Bitten | 21 |
At first, this newfound obsession was amazing. I mean, it was literally amazing. I have tried many drugs in my life- many more than people know, especially the kids. But, hey- this is my suicide note, I figure I should it all hang out. I've tried all the light stuff, alcohol, marijuana, I smoked cigarettes constantly b... | 181 | Write a suicide note from an established fictional character | 54 |
He looked at me with a gleam in his eye. “I suppose we should get a fire going.”
I loved campfires. There was something primal about them. Man mastering the elements. I hurried to get the box of matches.
My grandpa took them from me and set them aside. “We won't be using these,” he said with a smile.
“How will we st... | 42 | The beginning of an epic story. | 29 |
The last person on Earth was a 19 year old girl struggling to breathe through the ash and poison in the atmosphere. Thirty years ago, a conflict between the great nations of our world killed our civilization and it's peoples. Works of art by Rembrandt, El Greco and Michelangelo lie crumbled and forgotten. Race cars wi... | 15 | As depressing as you can possibly be. | 18 |
The funnest part of the day is figuring out what your power is. I found a good routine that sorts it out pretty quick. I roll out of bed as per usual and smack my face right onto the floor, now this may seem strange to some people, but now I can cross off flight, levitation, invulnerability, and super fast healing a... | 16 | Everyone in the world has unique superpowers that change every day | 16 |
Her name was Sarah. I have loved her for as long as I can remember. She was the type of woman that you could take for granted. She'd make your dinner or clean up after you, but you would ignore her. This was me.
She's been dead for twenty years. Twenty years. Sometimes I wake up and I can't remember what she looks lik... | 1,440 | Unrequited Love | 128 |
**18 Regrets**
I didn't hold the door for you, back on our first date
The wine we drank was just a lie; my license then was fake
I didn't laugh at your new joke; it wasn't of my taste
Your mother's urn my elbow struck can never be replaced
I never liked your brother; we never became friends
I said that I for... | 137 | 18 line freestyle | 17 |
I vaguely considered the irony of seeing her here, in a simple corner convenience store, halfway across the continent from where we started. I merely needed to stop in for a coffee before work, but now here I was, confronted with a history that no amount of perscriptions could erase. I had looked up from my coffee mac... | 12 | How long has it been? | 18 |
The monitor pulsed.
“We got another one,” Owen called out. “Class 4.”
“Someone’s getting serious,” inferred Gordon. “When’s it at?”
Owen tinkered with his controls.
“Looks like… 2034. Downloading the details now. Okay, we’ve go-“
Owen stopped midsentence.
“What’s up?” Gordon asked.
“The beacon just stopped. That... | 10 | The Sentinels of Time | 21 |
There once was a man named Yolo Swag. He spawned from the hellish depths of 9gag. Although some would say that his brain did lag, his cranium was stuffed like a meme-filled bag.
"Fag!" Was his greeting. "Slag!" Was his wife. Just kidding, Yolo Swag made swagging his life. He swagged to and fro. He swagged up and down.... | 26 | Fuck it! | 23 |
Trivet paused in the shade of the maple. There, snuggled between the great roots of the tree, she pondered the events of her life and what the day might bring. She was considering taking a short nap in the relative coolness afforded by the shadows, when she realized that the world had gone silent. That could mean only ... | 10 | Quiet. Too quiet... | 23 |
*Not sure where I was trying to go with this one, to be honest. I just didn't want to write about some cookie-cutter hero/villain dynamic*
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The streets were filled with cheers, with jubilant celebration. No longer were they subject to the rule of their wicked king. It was said that the city's walls could ... | 11 | The real villain. | 15 |
*Shit.* Sgt. Donald Hutchenson fidgeted in his seat as he watched the Qulunian woman (at least he thought it was a woman. It was always hard to tell with Qulunians...) crying in front of him.
He hadn't meant to upset her, but this race was just so damn sensitive. When he signed up to join the negotiations division of... | 10 | aliens who instead of being more cold feeling is the opposite. | 21 |
January 3rd, 2057. Asmara, Walmartia.
Hello, my name is Walter Rossiter. I just received this journal as a consolation prize in the sweepstakes so I might as well not let it go to waste.
To those who live under a rock, I am recent immigrant from Canada to the land of Walmartia, formerly known as Eritrea before the Gr... | 15 | The year is 2057...corporations now own whole nations. You now live in one of those nations, assuming the companies are ran mostly the same as they are today. | 26 |
I woke up suddenly when someone touched my shoulder. I caught a waft of a familiar smell as two women sat down opposite me. One young and beautiful with long, brown locks and matching eyes, the other an older woman, steely grey and with deep lines on her face, yet still with the same kind expression that the younger wo... | 83 | I dreamt that I was old... | 19 |
Jane often gazed at the stars. For her, they were a highway to a home she'd once lived in, but that home had crumbled long ago.
In the stars, she found the solace of Brad's embrace. She felt the warmth of his touch after waking to strange sounds in the deep of night. She detected the smell of the aftershave he'd picke... | 16 | Using Chuck Palahniuk's lack of "thought verbs." | 49 |
I should go to sleep, I should've gone off to the world of dreams
hours ago. Yet I still stay awake. Thinking. Remembering.
Most of these memories aren't mine. Hell, most of them aren't even
from the present. I remember through the eyes of a Confederate
soldier taking his last breaths, I see t... | 11 | All my life I had been fascinated with the memories I can recall that weren't my own. | 21 |
I have the worst job in the world. It is also the most despised job. It causes sadness and tears, nothing more. And yet, it is as important and basic as collecting garbage, or sweeping the streets. Let me tell you about my job. After all, one day you too will use my services.
My shift begins at night, when the childre... | 33 | Write a story from the perspective of a hero, but make the reader hate them in the end, or vice-versa. | 56 |
The man stared at me intently. We were faced off like dueling cowboys in an old Western, moving only our eyes as each studied the other. A generous description of the man would say that he has seen better days and would use words like “haggard” and “unkempt” to describe his shaggy beard and muddy nest of hair. But in t... | 26 | 300 words or less! | 20 |
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