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“How much for these over here?” the tall man in overalls asked.“Those are brand new, I just got them this morning. Check them out,” the toothless clerk said, gently handing over a torch. “This bad boy right here can burn for twelve hours straight no wind is gonna be strong enough to put these out.”The tall man studied the torch admiring its craftsmanship. He ran his fingers over the leather wrapping and smelled the soaked rags.“I can hardly smell anything. Are you sure this stuff will burn?”“Mister, that is the torch they use in Base One. Yo...
“Namaste! You are welcomed in the Temple of Light.”“Hi, thank you so much. It’s beautiful in here.”“I’m going to have to ask you to lower your voice…”“Oh, right, my bad. Sorry about that.”“You see, we believe in the healing properties of silence, both in body, mind, and spirit.”“I should send my ex-wife. She wouldn’t last a minute in this place.”“Follow me into the foyer. I bet you are excited to begin.”Wow, get a load of this place. It’s shiny and smells like those tiny twigs that moms set on fire. Where is this guy taking me? How long is a...
I mean, it’s obvious. There’s no doubt about it. If there was any other way…But clearly, it must be done. Now is it the ideal situation? Should an alternative pop up would I consider it? Of course, I intend to avoid this by all means, but there’s just no getting around this problem. Maybe calling it a problem is an exaggeration. It’s mostly an inconvenience, a pain in my side. It doesn’t impede my work or affect my overall health. It doesn’t take that much time out of my day. I admit it’s not easy to navigate these days with all...
The damp forest air clung to Steve's clothes. His pace slowed down to crawl as the sunlight quickly faded. He cut his forearms on jagged branches in an attempt to keep both his eyes in his skull and not have them dangling from a pine tree. Even though Steve jumped at the sound of every branch cracking, every critter scurrying about the forest floor, he marched ahead. An orange flame flickered on the horizon and Steve sighed. Brushing aside the last of the forest pines the man stood before a clay hut, an old hermit stirring into a cau...
"Forces of darkness, heed my call. Nightmares of the ancients, answer my prayers. Devils of... Melvin, honey, dinner is ready." "Shut up, Mom, I'm busy." "We've talked about this. Come eat dinner like a big boy with your father and me." "I'm not hungry. Bring me some cereal." "Cereal for dinner? Not a chance, young man. Come downstairs this instant." Melvin mumbled down the steps, dressed in his oversized pajamas. His greasy hair locks constantly poked one eye. The black shirt with "Life is pain" smelled like freshly cut flowers....
The doctor's office looked nice. The chair was leather and a pitcher of water and some candy for the patient were set atop a wooden coffee table. All that could be heard was the clicking of a keyboard. Can you recall when you first noticed the loss of feeling in your fingers? Did you note down the sensation in both your left and right trigger fingers? Silence Did the incident relate to trauma, or did it occur during the demon-slaying campaign? This information is crucial for an accurate diagnosis and subsequent treatment. The tests we ...
Lord of the Rings spoiler The horn pierced his backplate, jutting out just above the breastbone. It lifted the knight high above the muddy field. The men under his command fled as best as they could, sliding and falling every which way. He was waved above the battlefield like a banner in the wind, neighs echoing throughout the grasslands. With a thud, his body dropped to the ground, slowly pooling. The beasts rose on their hind legs and stomped the ground near the knight's head, mocking the dying soldier, snorting sparks and glitter into...
There's a soda can on a wooden desk. The room has no windows but is super bright. A scientist is being interviewed; can't say I know him. It looks like it's something about additives in food and water. The reporter is from a big newspaper. I think I saw him in a TED talk. Let me check. He stars in a TV show with computers and software. That must be the scientist in charge of the project. He's sipping from the can, nodding at the reporter. He's laughing, making friendly chit-chat, pointing at his soda can. "Do you want a sip?" That's a weird ...
The elevator doors were just about to close when Nick heard a woman cry out to him. He pried them open with his free hand.“Thank you, I can’t be late today. Big meeting with the board…”“No problem, glad to help.”“You look familiar. Have we met?”He sighed. “Don’t think so.”“Hey, now I recognize you. The whole company is talking about you.”“This is my floor, excuse me.”He pushed past her.“Wait please my number is 555-”The doors closed with a clang. He carried his heavy briefcase up the stairs. The last few steps left Nick breathing hard. He fr...
“Se-ren-di-pi-tous!” * chair is levitating, Harry Potter theme playing in the background. * “Oh, shit.” The air felt heavy. It smelled of flowers and wet cloth. In the dead of night, a light breeze brushed the treetops. It reminded him of the sea for some reason. The clear sky led up with stars. He could see her face, white and smooth. “Do you mind me being here? she said.” “No, I like talking to you,” he said blinking fast. “Why’s that? Her smile was so inviting. Tiny pearls glistened in the low light, a blue tint radiating behind h...
Bad words."What's this week's prompt?" What?! What did I do?""Just leave. I'm trying to write.""I'm hurt. Truly.""Why don't you surf the web for doom merchandise or whatever it is you do in your spare time?""Surf? Sure thing, it's gonna be radical. I'll hop on my skateboard, flip to the B side and fast-forward to those sick beats. One, two princes kneel before you-""You're a living shit-post compilation.""Let me read some of them prompts, my boy. Together we can write the perfect story, with perky dragons and towering tits. A story abou...
Warrior’s path #-1-*-3-3.2-3.2.1-3.2.1.A-3.2.1.Aa-3.2.1.AaxTrue ending 3.2.2 or 3.2.1.AayWise decisions #-2-*-3-3.1Self-interest #-1-*-4However...# The grassy field stretches out before you, and your soldiers stand at attention, proudly displaying your banner on their breastplates and shields. However, scouts have reported a group of lightly equipped infantry heading towards a nearby hill, outnumbering your troops. Despite being nothing more than thieves and cutthroats, they pose a potential threat. You quickly devise a plan to counter their...
Dragon deez. Of course.It launched a stone pillar like a dart. The weight of the monolith came crashing down in a gust of dust. He deflected it with ease. For good measure, he split it down the middle and ran through the crack. The leap the man managed took it by surprise. Its swipes were a blur, and its talons tore lighting from stone when the beast missed its mark. Speed did not matter, not when he could slow the flow of time. With ease, the man dodged and stuck his mighty spear forward. The embers of the blade shone on its dark features. ...
One person murders others. Clank, clank. If you would spend as much time with your family as you do in this stupid shed then I wouldn't constantly be raving. We have neighbors. It’s past midnight, quit your hammering and come to bed. Do you like eating your dinner cold? Christ…” Clank, clank. Tom, you can’t leave this weekend. Your break doesn’t start till the third. When did this happen? Why wasn’t I informed? Well, you can’t go and that's final. I’m warning you if you leave out that door your contract will be terminated. Fine, good ridda...
It has many offensive things.“And they never saw the ogre ever again. The end.”All the kids clapped and cheered. They sat close together on the library rug listening to the young man’s tale. Their teacher looked pleased. She blew her whistle signaling it was time to leave. One by one the children exited in an orderly fashion, screaming at the top of their lungs whatever came to mind.As he placed the book back on its shelf Aron heard another man’s voice call out to him. He wore a suit and tie and carried a black briefcase with him. His f...
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