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Daily Prompt: The Alphabet Game [Difficulty level: HARD] | I showed this to my crazy uncle. His response was "challenge accepted." Approximately 26 minutes later, he asked me to post this despite the prompt being nearly two weeks old. *Note: This is not my own work*
Across the star lit sky, like a slashing knife, the meteor flew. Burning away its crust, over, and over, as it ... | 4 | 0 | 587 | 100 |
Daily Prompt: The Alphabet Game [Difficulty level: HARD] | Very nice | 1 | 0 | 587 | 101 |
Daily Prompt: The Alphabet Game [Difficulty level: HARD] | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 587 | 102 |
Daily Prompt: The Alphabet Game [Difficulty level: HARD] | Posted this in reply to a comment with a single sentence challenge. I thought I'd post it to the main prompt as well. Here is the fruit of my labour!
Al bitterly chuckled. "Different? Every foolish girl here I judge knows: looks matter, not original performances. Quietly resigned, she turned, utterly vanquished. "What... | 3 | 0 | 587 | 103 |
Daily Prompt: The Alphabet Game [Difficulty level: HARD] | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 587 | 104 |
Daily Prompt: The Alphabet Game [Difficulty level: HARD] | *"As Arduous as the work is, Gentry, it's critical you stay composed."* Barrier after barrier impeded her work. Circuitry had to be cut and rewired before access to the mainframe could be established. Devices critical to the mission's success hung from carabiners hooked onto her jumpsuit. *"Everyone's waiting for your ... | 3 | 0 | 587 | 105 |
Daily Prompt: The Alphabet Game [Difficulty level: HARD] | All the time I spend thinking about where I'm going and when I'll get there. Better to get out of my head and just live life one day at a time. Could any advice be more easily said than done? Doing anything in this life that's worth it is tougher than you think it's gonna be. Everything worth doing is, kinda by definit... | 1 | 0 | 587 | 106 |
Daily Prompt: The Case of the Impossible Murder | Follow these footprints from the edge of the road, two sets: one of them large with long measured strides, the other smaller, bunched up in places as if the walker was excited, got a little far ahead and had to wait on dancing feet.
Standing in the middle of large patch of dry desert dust, a tall man, dressed in linen... | 4 | 0 | 5 | 107 |
Daily Prompt: The Case of the Impossible Murder | i've actually been working on a longer piece--ostensibly a novel, but i wouldn't even dare to presume i'll finish it, at least not in a timely fashion--involving a body discovered in the wheel well of a passenger aircraft that acts as the touchstone for a wild winding gyre intertwining an FBI agent at the twilight of h... | 1 | 0 | 5 | 108 |
Daily Prompt: The biography of your antagonist | I can't believe I'm doing this, but the counsler recommended it. Then my annoyning wench of a mother pushed the topic. So here it is.
Dear Journal,
Today after classes taugh by those over-payed and idiotic proffesors, in this shit hole they call a college, I went to the gym. Mostly to work off my frustration with this... | 4 | 0 | 11 | 109 |
Daily Prompt: The biography of your antagonist | Olivander Zandt
Born in the era of the first generation of cybernetic implants, Olivander quickly proved his brilliance by refining those techniques and pioneering theoretical nanotech augmentation procedures while still in grade school.
He was constantly picked on and bullied in school due to his abnormally large h... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 110 |
Daily Prompt: The biography of your antagonist | The Royal mines. Gemstones breed in the tunnels. I raise my pick and hit the rocks and gems fall out for my masters. New gems appear in the vein and I hit the rock again. The day is over and I return home.
Another day. More gemstones. I raise my pick and hit the rocks and gems fall out for the kingdom and now I can't ... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 111 |
Daily Prompt: The biography of your antagonist | FUN!!!!! It's hoaky mind you.
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Regis Lance Black came into power as king of Pavalia when he was only twenty-one years old. The world had high hopes for his rule and even anticipated their freedom from his father's United World Pact. Unfortunately this was not the c... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 112 |
Sunday Prompt: ACTION! | Sorry for the delay in this prompt getting through... the spam filter decided to block it. Please continue submitting prompts, I've added you to the list of approved submitters so you don't go through it again. | 1 | 0 | 6 | 113 |
Sunday Prompt: ACTION! | "It's over," I whisper. The caverns were endless. We'd been roaming for hours on end, and still we'd seen no light other than the ones we'd supplied ourselves.
"Don't say that," she says forcefully. "We'll get out of this." She continues walking. I stay still.
"Emma. I can't. I'm...there's no point," I tell... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 114 |
The winners of the June WritingPrompts contest! (and two more contests upcoming | :D
Thank you! | 4 | 0 | 9 | 115 |
The winners of the June WritingPrompts contest! (and two more contests upcoming | Congratulations to our winners! | 3 | 0 | 9 | 116 |
The winners of the June WritingPrompts contest! (and two more contests upcoming | I keep saying June. Title should say July. I keep forgetting it's almost the end of July. | 2 | 0 | 9 | 117 |
The winners of the June WritingPrompts contest! (and two more contests upcoming | Hell yea! | 2 | 0 | 9 | 118 |
The winners of the June WritingPrompts contest! (and two more contests upcoming | >On July 1st there will be a new contest
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>Anyone will be able to enter throughout the month of July
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>The voting for winner will be done during the first week of August
You do realise that the 31st of July is tomorrow, right? | 1 | 0 | 9 | 119 |
The winners of the June WritingPrompts contest! (and two more contests upcoming | This is a wonderful prize.
I've discovered something new in Flash Fiction.
Thanks. | 1 | 0 | 9 | 120 |
DAILY PROMPT: The countdown | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 9 | 121 |
DAILY PROMPT: The countdown | Admin: 30 seconds.
Tyree: I'm trying!
Admin: Please state the nature of the problem.
Tyree: The flux capacitor isn't fluxing. How the hell do I know what's wrong?
Admin: Please concentrate on your job.
Tyree: Fuck off!
Admin: Please state the nature of the problem.
Tyree: The jets are NOT going to fire! I am goi... | 6 | 0 | 9 | 122 |
DAILY PROMPT: The countdown | "You do realize that if you fail to act within the next sixty seconds, everything...," and then I slammed the mute button on the AI stand.
"God damn computer. I know what will happen," frantically returning to typing into the computer. Then in the corner of the monitor, a little text box came up.
///AI SerN6585Ea5911... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 123 |
DAILY PROMPT: The countdown | *1 minute of oxygen left.*
I would have refilled my tank - it's just that there isn't any more oxygen left in this universe. So I dive into the infinite depths of this "ocean". Somehow I knew that down there was a solution. I just had to get there.
The pressure increases.
*30 seconds*
I push harder, inching closer ... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 124 |
DAILY PROMPT: The countdown | I took this as a different kind of countdown, but this is one I experience every day.
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"On your mark!"
Words the small child was always eager to hear before starting something fun. After weeks of practice he finally managed to run and that was an experience ... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 125 |
DAILY PROMPT: The countdown | "I'll count down from eleven, you have that long to tell me the truth. I suggest you start talking quickly."
The man he spoke to was tied to the chair, a heavy steel chair bolted to the floor. There was no way he was getting out unless he could tear through inch thick rope. His back was to the man, so he didn't see hi... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 126 |
Prompt: Mythology. | “Looks like we got a bad quarter comin’ up, boss.”
Ted hadn’t expected to wake up this early, but when he got the phone call, he was out the door wearing only his ten gallon hat, cowboy boots and whatever rumpled clothes had been closest to the bed. His truck, an old Suburban that was just starting gather rust, was at... | 5 | 0 | 8 | 127 |
Prompt: Mythology. | The businessman hissed into his cell phone like a sharp blue gas flame. "I told you to sell. How could you have forgotten? Now we won't make more than 20 on the docking futures, and gods know we're not made of drachma. Idiot!"
He pulled away from the stammering intern for a moment. That reminded him.
As the magnet tr... | 3 | 0 | 8 | 128 |
Writing prompt: Fear | Abigale stared at herself in her little pocket mirror. Sweat had completely melted away her professionally applied make up. The gentle red lipstick had been licked away by her nervous habit of licking and pressing her lips together. Why couldn't her hands stop trembling?! The butterflies were having their go at a meal ... | 3 | 0 | 13 | 129 |
Writing prompt: Fear | Johnson sat huddled behind the fallen log. He was slowly freezing to death. In his mind's eye he could picture the position of every one of his friend's inert bodies that had been mowed down by the machine gun nest.
His fear now sat as a frozen, dead lump in the pit of his stomach. His hands shook, not just from the c... | 3 | 0 | 13 | 130 |
Writing prompt: Fear | First post here. I'm not much a of a creative writer, but I figured I'd give this a shot. I used the prompt pretty liberally. Criticism welcome.
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It’d been a little more than 20 hours since Tyler last slept. He shifted uncomfortably in the driver’s seat and glanced over at Herrera, who was nodding ... | 2 | 0 | 13 | 131 |
Writing prompt: Fear | They say it is soothing once you let go, but it is hard, the constant panic before the moment of calm. It is calm right here, with the senses impaired and I am just falling. Why can I not let go. I fear it will hurt and not that it will be over. It is already over, take it, TAKE IT. I can not control my body anymore.
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Writing prompt: Fear | I'm going to submit a link to Skydrive because it is too long to be put here, but it isn't more than a page and a half.
[Here](http://sdrv.ms/OQQf2y) | 1 | 0 | 13 | 135 |
[FF] As we lay in the mountains | I got to writing a bit of this prompt and it took me to an unexpected place... so I'm going to save it and expand upon it for part of a book I'm writing that it might fit nicely in. Cheers! :) | 5 | 0 | 9 | 136 |
[FF] As we lay in the mountains | "You know it was not easy for me to get here honey" It was a clear, dusky night up on Wayworth Mountain which overlooked Oplaque city. And there she was, the love of my life, standing there slightly puffing from the climb. I will always remember her, her red hair waving down past her shoulders, her beautiful pale skin ... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 137 |
[IP] The hedge labyrinth | Thanks for posting these. I just wanted to let you know I use these, but I write by hand and don't take the time to type them up. Your work is not for naught. | 5 | 0 | 6 | 138 |
[IP] The hedge labyrinth | I followed the twists and turns of the green halls of the massive labyrinth. I had long ago lost track of all my left and right turns that eventually lead me to the center.
As I gazed in quiet wonder around me and mentally congratulated myself for my success, my attention was diverted by unexpected movement.
I beheld... | 3 | 0 | 6 | 139 |
[IP] The hedge labyrinth | Officer JC stood at the entrance of the maze. She looked at the ransom note once more: I have the boy. Meet me at the center of the labyrinth in thirteen hours or you'll never see him again. The clock was ticking. She drew her Beretta and held out her right hand to the wall of the maze. There was no time for a wrong tu... | 3 | 0 | 6 | 140 |
[IP] The hedge labyrinth | *(Sorry it's quite long...inspiration kept it going for a while. Hope you enjoy!)*
Tiny, stiff needles nipped at the hem of her light summer dress like little kitten's paws, inspiring her to twirl away free of the hedge and more into the center of the path. Her feet danced lightly over the soft green earth, ... | 2 | 0 | 6 | 141 |
DAILY PROMPT: Writers Block (an exercise) | I like your suggestion to take a shower. When I get writer's block, I'll sometimes go sit in the bathroom.
As for my paragraph, do you think that going between Osbourne's inner thoughts and narrating the action is too disorienting? Should I have separated the two perspectives? I welcome any criticism. Grammar, t... | 4 | 0 | 11 | 142 |
DAILY PROMPT: Writers Block (an exercise) | Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2 was my song for this. I didn't take a shower but I did cook my nephew and I lunch.
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There was that smile again. It had been such a beautiful enticing smile once. A smile that had melted Amy's heart and made her fall in lov... | 3 | 0 | 11 | 143 |
DAILY PROMPT: Writers Block (an exercise) | First time I've written in a very long time.
It was a sunny day, not unlike any other supposed 'perfect day'. The sky was a light blue with not a single gray wisp in sight. He breathed in deeply, held the crisp autumn air within his lungs for a moment, almost as if the array of pastels smeared in his periphery would... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 144 |
DAILY PROMPT: Writers Block (an exercise) | Jonas unlocked his smartphone for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. There were only two international flights scheduled to take off and there was still no sign of Karl. Jonas felt the whiskey turn sour in the pit of his stomach. His worst fears seemed to be coming true. Just as he grabbed his phone again, ... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 145 |
DAILY PROMPT: Writers Block (an exercise) | Burial - Archangel
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Henry patched a connection between two ports and powered up the synthesizer. A glitchy bassline played from his monitors and repeated itself.
*Wouldn't be alone.*
He jumped, knocked a dial out of place and looked around his sound proof studio. There was nothing but him and his instruments... | 1 | 0 | 11 | 146 |
[RE] Full circle. | *Colt
*Cackle
Is this Supernatural fanfic? | 1 | 0 | 7 | 147 |
[RE] Full circle. | The intricate pattern of lightning was burned on Ezra’s skin. Static seemed to radiate from the blue lines. She looked at him and admired her handiwork. “How does goodbye sound?” Her voice was a cackle of electricity.
Ezra looked at her blue green eyes and tried to see if there was any humanity left. Black clouds w... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 148 |
[RE] Full circle. | I think I get this now. Then again, I may be completely wrong in my interpretation. I have read it perhaps 10 times in total since it was posted. I keep coming back to it for some reason. | 1 | 0 | 7 | 149 |
[RE] Full circle. | I have an idea for this, but I'm not sure what this is so I think I may follow beastwith2backs. | 2 | 0 | 7 | 150 |
[RE] Full circle. | The clearing was empty except for the two of us. Shadowy figures locked in battle, oblivious to the fury of the storm. Lightning flashed all around us as the fierce winds assaulted our rain soaked forms.
"How does goodbye sound?" she asked with a definite cackle in her voice.
"It never had to come to this you know. ... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 151 |
[RE] Full circle. | The bed to my right contained the only other person I cared about on this earth and this woman before me now almost succeeded in taking us out of it.
"This was only supposed to be between family, why did you have to drag him into this?" I growled, struggling to sit up in the hospital bed. The plastic stitches in my s... | 2 | 0 | 7 | 152 |
[RE] Full circle. | Nick idly pressed buttons on his cell phone. Beth was tapping out some unknown pop song with her pen.
Beth grinned, "How does goodbye sound?" with a cackle in her voice.
"That's just cruel. Six years, Beth. I'm not going to just end it with "goodbye"." Nick slid his phone a few inches away and stared at the lock sc... | 1 | 0 | 7 | 153 |
The August Writing Prompt Contest [with a prize!] | Some tips/questions to consider (or disregard):
- Write out a mythology for yourself for the creature. The characters (if you have any) may not know the creatures origins or any abilities it might have... but it can help if you, the writer, knows.
- Does this creature (or creatures) have any enemies?
- Any weaknesses?... | 11 | 0 | 79 | 154 |
The August Writing Prompt Contest [with a prize!] | I'm reading the Hyperion Cantos right now and the Shrike is so intriguing, so I'm liking this idea. Also just went through a Lovecraft phase so my expectations are high. | 6 | 0 | 79 | 155 |
The August Writing Prompt Contest [with a prize!] | How loosely are we using the term "creature"? Animals could technically be considered creatures, whereas the prompt makes me think of creatures with human qualities. | 1 | 0 | 79 | 156 |
The August Writing Prompt Contest [with a prize!] | Is it alright if the story is, like, way longer than 750 words? | 1 | 0 | 79 | 157 |
The August Writing Prompt Contest [with a prize!] | Are we allowed to include an illustration with our piece? | 1 | 0 | 79 | 158 |
The August Writing Prompt Contest [with a prize!] | Can deities be considered creatures for this prompt? | 1 | 0 | 79 | 159 |
The August Writing Prompt Contest [with a prize!] | I was just wondering - for longer stories, I tend to use my typewriter. As long as it was clearly above the word minimum, could I scan in a typewritten manuscript? The appeal of transcribing it is minimal, for me, though I can do so if utterly necessary. | 1 | 0 | 79 | 160 |
[FF] Epiphany | I interpreted the "Include the words" rule a little loosely, but they're all there in a definite pattern. If that's lame, though, I'll take it down.
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“It’s not as if we weren’t trying to kill him!” The mercenaries braced themselves against the sturdy wooden door. It buckled again from another blow. Their lea... | 3 | 0 | 11 | 161 |
[FF] Epiphany | There in only one word to describe him…grotesque.
The stench was unbearable, the long, stringy hair, greasy, the vomit stained coat, the urine soaked baggy pants and the rotting teeth were more than I could stomach. So when he asked me if I could spare some change for a starving child, I was more than happy to overlo... | 8 | 0 | 11 | 162 |
[FF] Epiphany | Sasha looked out of his window, | 1 | 0 | 11 | 163 |
[FF] Epiphany | Exactly 250 words. I wish it could've been more :(
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Before I drove my dagger into his heart, his vile, barely beating heart, I stopped to think: why was I so dead set on ending this person’s life? That’s something I’ve been craving my... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 164 |
[FF] Epiphany | I'd killed before, I'd kill again. That was a simple truth that I lived with every day. It is who I am, what I am. Asking me to be anything other than that was about as ridiculous as asking a lion to not be a lion. I didn't do it for the money or because I particularly enjoyed it, I did it because I was good at it. It ... | 2 | 0 | 11 | 165 |
DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | Clean Crisp blue lined heaven
blank empty waiting
What words will fill it's pages
what doodles will line the edges
will it contain my one day published novel
or will it contain my late night troubles
my new notebook full of promise
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DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | It's not exactly an event of this year, but it was a big event during the year it happened lol.
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First kiss
I remember my first kiss
Standing, leaning on a winters door
Gazing into nothing but the passing cars
My friend I knew all but too well
Stood aside and watched... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 167 |
DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | Oh, tea-pot how you amuse me
for every time I do a week goes by without using you
and meanwhile you sit on a table or a chair
the tea-leaves inside you rotting as you sit there
and each week a new strain of bacteria or mould forms
twisting and filling the inside of your clean glass walls
and as they run out of n... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 168 |
DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | Sitting in my room.
How I love my room.
A place where I can sit do
All the things I love to do.
Except browse the Internet.
I'd love to browse the Internet...
Browsing the Internet.
I love the Internet.
A place where I can sit and search
All the things I love to search.
Except for reading books.
I love to ... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 169 |
DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | Oh Darth Maul how you wait there
Steady as you go, raised on your plastic pride rock
Your name etched in gold, worn away by hopeful hands
You're dual saber, down to one
You intimidating face, fades to black
You're still
** My Darth Maul Bank that i got, but is broken haha
EDIT: Sorry for formatting | 2 | 0 | 10 | 170 |
DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | A softly shallow pink heart
Shines through the stars of time
A horseshoe meets it's maker
A clover fits my rhyme
Blue moons shine through the darkness
A pot of gold full of dabloons
The rainbow flutters briefly
As I count 99 red balloons
A bowlful soon, a handful now, diabetes is an alarm
I do not care, it's ... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 171 |
DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | Curiosity
Hangs forever by a thread
Then at last: touchdown. | 2 | 0 | 10 | 172 |
DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | The lonely pint stood majestic and tall
Like a man erect with his chest out
Warm light from the bar casting its golden glow to the bottom of the glass
Embuing it with it's own hypnotic shade of amber
Tiny bubbles from seemingly nowhere make their way up
So many of them, all chattering like the bar patrons themselv... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 173 |
DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 10 | 174 |
DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | Had to write this for english last semester, but the literary technique requirements kind of messed with me. Either way, here it is.
My First Day as a Pokemon Trainer!
This is a story from the pokemon world
of pokemon boys and pokemon girls
this is a story about me, Dean
all I wanted was to live 'the p... | 2 | 0 | 10 | 175 |
DAILY PROMPT: Poetry can be entertaining... | Hush little raver
don't say a word
the sun is rising
the nights a blur.
The tune you hear
is just a song
close your eyes
and dream along.
No more dancing
rest your head
the parties over
it's time for bed.
Your glow sticks dim
and start to fade
I'm sorry to say
we can not stay.
Hush l... | 1 | 0 | 10 | 176 |
DAILY PROMPT: [HP] In 1879 Swift Runner, believing he is possessed by a 'Wendigo', becomes a cannibal | Chuck stopped eating for a second as a moment of clarity awoke him. The finger knuckles he held were almost unrecognizable as a human hand anymore, but he knew where they had come from. Mr. Fitzgerald had been a kind, if gruff butcher. He had had to be the first to go, because Chuck needed his implements of trade for h... | 3 | 0 | 13 | 177 |
DAILY PROMPT: [HP] In 1879 Swift Runner, believing he is possessed by a 'Wendigo', becomes a cannibal | Call me what you will, I have had many names through the millennia.
I reach out from my being to inhabit their fragile bodies for a time. The journeys are short to be sure, only an instant to me. Yet, I have learned much.
Only in these forms do I experience emotion. Love. Joy. Fear. Hatred. So many people. It's intox... | 5 | 0 | 13 | 178 |
DAILY PROMPT: [HP] In 1879 Swift Runner, believing he is possessed by a 'Wendigo', becomes a cannibal | My father was a beast. A sick man, deluded, deranged and monstrous. My sister and I were young and innocent in the first winter. When temperatures drop so low that none go outside, he would beat us mercilessly with a length of hide, forcing us to the frozen edges of our one room cabin, and seating by the fire alone, te... | 1 | 0 | 13 | 179 |
Writing Prompt: An Unexpected Delivery | My mentor, an english teacher in High School, shared a common interest with me. Mythical kingdoms- Places where adventurers venture towards. Two years after I graduated, I got a letter from his wife telling how he was dying from cancer. I visited him in the hospital three days before he died, and the last thing he ever... | 5 | 0 | 10 | 180 |
Writing Prompt: An Unexpected Delivery | I sighed as I pulled my car into a long awaited empty parking space in front of my apartment building. "Finally, I can put an end to yet another ordinary day of my ordinary life" I thought to myself as I opened the door to my building and entered the vestibule.
I'm not sure why I even bothered to check my mail box, a... | 5 | 0 | 10 | 181 |
Writing Prompt: An Unexpected Delivery | It was rare getting mail. Rarer from the dead. Charlie supposedly died years ago, but sent a package postmarked yesterday. | 2 | 0 | 10 | 182 |
Writing Prompt: An Unexpected Delivery | Lights flashed in the main cabin, bringing adrenaline to the heads of the crew. A ship was getting ready to dock with theirs without any type of warning or permission. Henry, the captain, ordered two hands to check the docking bay, but it was probably nothing. Just a drifter or something.
The relatively young private... | 4 | 0 | 10 | 183 |
Writing Prompt: An Unexpected Delivery | Giorgio woke up to the sound of his older sister moaning in the next room. She was having sex with their stepdad. Giorgio shuddered and rolled over in bed, unsure of what he was more disgusted by, the fact that the sex was consensual, or that they had spent half a million for this house and it had paper-thin walls. Una... | 3 | 0 | 10 | 184 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | Read ['The Spirit Level'](http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Spirit-Level-Equality-Everyone/dp/0241954290/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1344365961&sr=8-1), it's basically this question! | 2 | 0 | 9 | 185 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | Legend tells us that on the day all forms of money vanished from the planet, holy men walked the streets. Their chants were taken up by the masses. The people stood together and cried out as as one for a single brief moment in our history.
"And the meek shall inherit the earth."
After the world economy collapsed, the... | 12 | 0 | 9 | 186 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | Jon rubbed the side of the lamp to polish it to a sheen and to read the inscription.
Smoke billowed from the lamp and convalesced into a kneeling, turbanned human form. "Thank you for waking me from my rest, gentle human. As a reward, I--"
"You're a genie!"
"Ye--yes. I was getting to that. I--"
"You gotta give me... | 7 | 0 | 9 | 187 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | In the very distant future for Humanity, so distant that they have evolved into something that is not even Human at all, money is obsolete. Evolution was crucial to the realization for the race (the realization that money is unnecessary). For Humans are greedy, self driven animals, and it took becoming something else f... | 4 | 0 | 9 | 188 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | The San Francisco sun blazed overhead, coating the world with its golden fury. The man sat with his back to a great concrete pillar and looked out over the San Francisco Bay. Overhead, the Golden Gate Bridge sheltered him from the burning rays of the midday sun. His hair was thin and matted, his beard thick and disarra... | 3 | 0 | 9 | 189 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | Kari awoke that morning feeling very tired. Something felt wrong, and it wasn't just the argument she had had with Rob the night before. She checked his side of the bed. He was up, as always, before she was. The dog had climbed up to his pillow, and was resting his head there, tail thumping. "Oh Ferris, you're such a h... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 190 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | I interpreted this prompt loosely;
A day when money didn’t exist…
I woke up this morning, as I do every morning, to go to work. I work for food, I work for rent, I work to survive. All other things come second to work these days. I took a shower and made myself a cup of coffee. I don’t even look at the clock anym... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 191 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | My uncle Jon always told me of the day all currency was gone. It was at the time when every man was poor, aside from a select few. The United States government had appointed but four intelligent, kind men to use the government's budget properly and to rescue the US's economy from hitting rock bottom. The men, then know... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 192 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | Stories told from generation to generation explain concepts unknown to our populace. Almost as if they're legends told to such a frequency no one pays attention anymore. An elderly man sits with youth sitting around him half listening, half fiddling with sticks or small stones near them on the ground. Listening from af... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 193 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | She brushes the dust off of her knees and stands up. Wiping her mouth, she pushes the smoke that is currently being blown in her face. She smiles and holds out her hand. A strong, burly, and nondsecript man stands in front of her and places an item into her hand. He exhales heavily.
"That was good. Same time tomo... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 194 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | It was quick, sudden, and devestating. Geico was the first to discover him. The man made of money. He was featured in a commercial, and many believed he was simply the result of special effects, but it was soon discovered otherwise. It was mystifying and inexplicable, this man was simply made of money. Once the story b... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 195 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | John woke up to his alarm clock, shutting it off and heading to the shower. His morning routine was always the same. He would wake up, shower, eat, go to work, come home, eat, and then sleep again. He remembered a time before, when he did more things, when he tried harder. That was a time when there was a currency, a m... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 196 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | You wake up. Groggy, as usual. Go through the motions. Get out of bed. Brush teeth. Take shower. Eat something. Drink coffee; ah, that's better. Your head begins to clear as the caffeine hits your bloodstream. Your thoughts start to organize themselves; the world comes into focus. Finish the routine. Get dressed. Grab ... | 5 | 0 | 9 | 197 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | Ley woke to the sight of a large picture window. Its view revealed an immaculate garden, obviously inspired by Versailles, extending to the limits of his vision. The window and garden weren't there when he went to sleep. "This has to be one of Sette's little pranks" he muttered, as he got up and turned to his right,... | 1 | 0 | 9 | 198 |
Writing Prompt: The Day When Money Didn't Exist | The date marks August 9, 2012. On this day earth was tapped out of oil. Stock markets crashed, riots began, thousands laid off. After three weeks of no oil, the streets are littered with cars, and trash laying all over the ground. No one has heard anything from the government, electricity has been cut, and it's too dan... | 2 | 0 | 9 | 199 |
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