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da_crow_hunter
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c5nfp5q
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Well, I think it's very well written. I enjoyed it. The description in the rules was vague, but I like where this is going.
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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 a wizened old man seated on the ground, leaning against a wall. He was dressed as workmen dress in old raggedy jeans and a loose fitting shirt that may once have been blue. On his head was a worn baseball cap. He casually struck a match and lit a small ornate pipe. The smell of burning tobacco slowly wafted my direction. It had a sickly sweet aroma to it.
"I see I am not the only one to find my way here." I said with a smile.
"You proceed from a false assumption young man. I did not need to find my way. I have always been here." he replied with an odd gleam in his eye.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I am the gatekeeper. I guard that which must be guarded."
"What must be guarded?" I asked. This was really starting to get uncomfortable.
"The future. It's always in jeopardy."
“From what? How is the future in jeopardy?”
“Ah… that’s easy. The past. The present. Only from this place can you find your way forward."
“Why are you telling me these things?” I asked, now quite startled by the conversation.
“Because someday you will have to make a choice. One path leads to your continued struggle along your present course. The other path leads to your eventual downfall. I am not convinced I should allow you to leave until you understand.”
In that moment I felt the man was truly insane. I ran from him and entered the labyrinth again. I followed the many twists and turns and eventually found my way back to entrance just as darkness fell and the rain started to fall.
The old man was left far behind, but that no longer mattered.
I still abide within the labyrinth and await my moment of choice, without understanding.
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cedargrove
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c5nxxiw
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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.
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c5o5o6q
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Been a while since I have read it, but I loved it.
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votingthrowaway22
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c5o8aeb
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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 leader studied the door thoughtfully.
“All my life,” growled a hoarse voice from the other side. “I thought that pain held me back. I thought that it stopped me. *I thought it mattered*.” Another blow to the door, and a crack ripped through the center, an axe-head gleaming through the hole. “I see things differently now.” The men against the door shared a nervous glance.
About an hour ago, they had tied one of their own up and thrown him into a fire for treason. He had refused an order to kill the child of a man they’d been hired to assassinate. They’d meant to break that will in the fire, but had soon realized that it was stronger than his bonds.
“What do we do?” One of the men cried to his boss as another blow threatened to split the door.
“We perceive his truth.”
“Perceive his *what*?”
To the soldiers’ surprise, their boss grabbed their shoulders, pushing them aside. The scorched man kicked the door in, glaring around.
“Be calm. We know that pain isn’t real. We know what’s true.” The leader reassured. Their victim stared at him, bemused..
“True?” He asked as he took a staggered step forward. He gestured to his scarred flesh, brandishing his blood-covered axe in the process. “Make no mistake – this hurts like a bitch.”
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Prone2Obbsessions
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c5o8m1x
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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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c5o8ybl
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t3_xokfw
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I like it! Interpretation and creativity is something always encouraged! You are coming in at *256 words* according to Word Count Tool. *251* per manual count. I may have miscounted.
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votingthrowaway22
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c5o94jg
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Does it count contractions as 2 words? If so, that accounts for 4 of them. The other two are the hyphenated words, which I would agree are 2 separate words and didn't know Word thought was one. I'll change it a bit.
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c5o96gl
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Nice! Takes me back. Ah... memories. If only I had saved my notebooks. They perished in a flood many years ago.
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c5o96xu
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No, leave it! You are close enough! =)
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keepontrutting
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As I stretched out across the chesterfield I decided. I lit a match under my nail as I wondered how. I needed to get rid of this suit. It stank of cigarettes and reeked of stale office hours. I typed up a letter of resignation, slipped it into the breast pocket of my jacket and threw my suit across the back seat. I drove downtown to the office and posted my suit through the letterbox. Driving home I passed a 24 hour store and greedily parked across two bays. I gave Lynne, a cute checkout girl, a twenty for a four-pack of lager and a spade and got some loose change, a smile and her business card - she'd just passed the bar - in return.
When I got home I tried her number: no answer. I was restless, so I started digging up the garden. The hole was about three and a half cans deep when it started to collapse in on itself. I jumped back. When I peered over the edge I saw the most beautiful woman ever; I jumped down, got on one knee and proposed, and she said yes.
Looking back I'm grateful I never got through to Lynne that night. I'd never have married Jacqueline, and never have phoned Lynne up two years later asking her if she "did divorces", and then never have asked her a year on, less formally, if she "did marriages". Plus, it would have been a waste of £9.99 for the spade.
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cavedweller22
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c5objmm
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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 overlook the obvious lie he was telling me and hand him the money.
As he reached for this gift that was begrudgingly being handed to him, I noticed his filthy, bony hands and his dirt filled fingernails. The fear of any part of him touching me was paralyzing, for if this were to happen, I would surely die of some horrifying disease.
I dropped the money before he was able to grab it and watched it fall to the ground. As he slowly bent down on one knee to pick it up, I noticed the grimace on his face and as he reached for my hand to be helped up, I turned my head in disgust and continued on my way.
Impression, it’s all about what we perceive to be true.
As I rounded the corner, I had the urge to look back and I saw this man, who only seconds ago I considered not to be deserving of life, hand the money to the woman sitting on the cold concrete cradling a baby in her arms, as he smiled and continued on his way.
There is only one word to describe him…beautiful
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votingthrowaway22
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c5oc9nm
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t3_xokfw
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Very cool. I felt like *I* didn't wanna touch that guy. I enjoyed the use of the prompted line. Plus, bookends always really pull a story together, I think.
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cavedweller22
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c5occfo
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t3_xokfw
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Thank you very much!
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c5ocks4
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Well done. Thank you for sharing!
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regalrecaller
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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 his and Kashyyk’s endeavor. Chuck briefly wondered how he had gotten so fucking crazy, but it didn’t really matter anymore. He was here, and he liked it. All the food he could eat, he had cool gothic decorations all over his house, he actually HAD a new house (as a lovely gift from crotchety old Mrs. Hackett, who incidentally, was tough and stringy)... life was good.
He had frozen Mr. Fitzgerald for later while he went to work on the little village of Stratford in the far north of Canada. Initially he had been afraid of getting caught, but as the population dwindled both by his hand and the resulting terrified abandonment, he listened to the wendigo inside him more and more often. His children had been difficult, but Kashyyk took over for him then and after it was over, he exulted in not having to reprimand them for anything anymore. For once, they were contributing to the food budget instead of deducting from it!
His wife Wendy had been luckier, but even she had contributed to the food bill. He had hacked off her forearm before she hit him with a cast iron pan and escaped. He had learned then that they needed to be dead before he could start butchering them. He had also learned that the human body has a unique scent. Take his wife, for instance. He had eaten her pussy innumerable times and he loved the aroma; when he ate her arm, her exquisite taste was there, and he sat and pondered the implications of it. From then on he contemplated the taste of his dinner with much appreciation. He connected the meat he was eating with the person they used to be and found a fuller understanding of their existence. Really it was a better death than many of them could have expected.
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cavedweller22
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c5ogp8n
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Thank you for asking.
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c5oh3xc
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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 intoxicating. They fascinate me to no end.
I remember the touch of a woman. The touch of a man. These memories reside in me now, though I have never directly experienced them.
The look in her eyes as she looked into mine. The touch of her hand. Feeling the gentle curve of her breast and the swell of her hips. Inhaling deeply her perfumed essence. The scent of her.
The rasp of his beard as he rubbed against my cheek. Running my hands over his hard muscled chest, my fingers combing through his hair. Inhaling deeply his rugged essence. The scent of him.
It is not enough. I want more. I must find another to inhabit so that I may taste their flesh and feel the joy of feasting upon it.
It's time to feed.
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RyanKinder
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c5ok7fg
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Mine burned up in a house fire. Ain't random events a bitch?
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MissMelons
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c5oryzd
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It's not exactly an event of this year, but it was a big event during the year it happened lol.
______________________________________________
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 over me well
Brazilian eyes, dark like tree bark
his curly hair, untamed like his heart.
Brave was he, to make the move
and kiss me on my forehead.
Though it were not on my lips
it was a crown he'd placed upon my head.
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PurpleAmoeba
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c5p9yyb
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t3_xl74p
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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.
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RyanKinder
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c5pa2nv
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Honestly, as loosely as you like. Just as long as you create something. If you say a lion with stripes like a zebra, though, that's basically just a lion. If you say a lion with a goat's head - that's a hybrid creature of your own design. But... can one write an interesting story about such a creature? So - creature is open for interpretation. Hopefully this makes the matter clearer.
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PurpleAmoeba
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c5pan2u
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t3_xl74p
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Yep, that helps a lot! Thanks!
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lordmalifico
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c5pase6
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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 said to me was how close he was to finding 'it'. He never told me what it was.
That was over five years ago. After a stormy weekend, I found a package in my bedroom/office, marked with his name and no return address. Inside were several books that he liked, and a map, along with several cyphers to help decode the language and puzzle on the map's faded paper.
I've already begun my work on deciphering it. The map leads to an empty patch of sea one hundred miles off the coast of England, and details instructions on what to do when I get there. Why do I believe it?
The box contained a photograph of towering fortresses of gold and stone.
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c5peymm
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I enjoyed this! Sounds like a beginning to a great adventure. You might want to think about the line "an empty field one hundred miles off the coast of England" as I am not sure this conveys what you intended. Was the field on an island perhaps?
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c5pjtkk
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t3_xokfw
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Congrats! I just gave you a month of Reddit Gold!
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Melack70
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c5pl8ip
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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!
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lordmalifico
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c5pmj3k
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t3_xqa1u
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Gah, editing error! It should read-
An empty patch of sea one hundred miles off the coast of England.
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Thatquietchick
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c5pmvof
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t3_xu0xi
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All in all it was a really interesting read, but I think there were a few things you could have adjusted to make it easier for the reader to understand.
* The begining bit(where there was a lot of back and forth) would have been a lot easier to read if you had described a setting or even introduced the friend and the teacher. I caught on after the first few lines, but it was still difficult to keep reading and not just skip to the important part.
* That giant middle paragraph could have been broken up several times, so it didn't feel like such a jumble of stuff.
>"They’re too enormous to be how enormous they look like. So broad the skin around his sockets stretch and wrinkle in a warren of hollows and cracks. Stretch down to that thin creeping grin, and those thin creeping fingers."
* That made absolutely no sense to me.
Sorry if this sounds harsh, I only meant it as constructive criticism. Your idea is phenomenal and your descriptive skills are to die for. Great job!
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c5pndnr
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t3_xqa1u
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You can still edit it. No worries.
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c5po28m
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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 rich had tried very hard to remain rich. The problem was that despite their considerable resources, they only possessed a finite number of things they could barter and little means of protecting their interests. What they possessed was soon taken from them by the strong.
The world degenerated into chaos and war. A darkness descended upon us that lasted for many generations. Humanity fell to a point where very few could ever foresee us rising again. As we ran out of resources to feed ourselves, the world population plummeted.
Then came a time of peace. The world healed itself. Over the years nature once again found a balance.
The renaissance that followed was truly phenomenal. Sustainability became something more than an ideal. It became our way of life.
Our salvation came from all disciplines. Artists, craftsmen, blacksmiths, farmers, anyone with the ability to produce something that could be used by others. We found our way through the dark times to finally become everything that some of us had always hoped we could be.
We are the children of the race of man.
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Beelzebunny
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Avoiding an unfulfilled life. That's it.
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c5ppm13
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It's been 30 years since I have written a thing until the last couple years or so. One day, I just started writing. For some reason, I just needed to write. I don't always know where my story will go until I am finished. It's a surprise to me as much as anyone. So, back to your original question. What motivates me? *I want to know what I am going to say.*
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Not-A-Dog
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c5ptkiz
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t3_xu0xi
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I appreciate the insight! I certainly agree with your observation about the density of the middle paragraph. In part I wanted to keep it thick to reinforce the substance of the protagonist's obsession but I think I will amend it.
The opening dialogue I feel would lose something if I gave the reader a chance to orient themselves so I think I'll keep it for now.
Thanks for reading
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zeedr
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c5pwzca
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t3_xu0xi
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I like the opening, it instantly forces the reader to pay attention. I actually had a similar idea, the main point being a person being watched and helpless. I suppose I'll have to change some things now.
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sgol
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*cough*cough*W*cough*
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you forgot w...
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Clit_Commander
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> ell done!
FTFY!
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ismoketabacco
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c5q06ws
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Very well written. Great job!
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sillymallard
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c5q07sc
| 1,344,438,326
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You forgot Poland.
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jonwbrown243
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Jake walked into the moonlit study, eyes blurred from the subtle transition into awakening. Stumbling through the scattered books on the ground, his knee was caught by the low coffee tables bite. He fell to the floor, bringing the collection of papers around him down as well. His eyes caught a black box under his couch, barely illuminated by the moonlight. A single hand crawled through cobwebs, designed in a timeless cave under the couch, until digits met plastic. He gripped firmly and retracted, showing his prize to fogged eyes. The VHS tape was labeled, but the only remains were a tacky feeling that gave him chills. He entered his attic, scrutinzing old boxes until he found the box that had TV/Audio hastily engraved in pen. Blowing dust off the old VCR, he took it back into his study, and fumbled idly with cords until his television came alive with a soft hum. The tape came on immediately, an inaudible white screen. He moved closer to the television, and felt electricity crawl down his spine, as he touched the screen, his living room went dark. The VHS popped out of his VCR, with a simple white sticker that read “Jake.”
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DavidNatan
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c5q08q6
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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 nutrients they turn into stone
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sociallyawkwarddildo
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c5q0emb
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My motivation is somewhat selfish, as I only seem to write to get the shit out of my head.
If it stays in there, it literally drives me insane.
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KridaMcNinja
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c5q0gcu
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Brilliant, I was literally kept on my toes... You must do this a lot.. I want to read more..
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Arborgold
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c5q0gnz
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t3_x6y4p
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This is the one-syllable letters only version.
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sm4cm
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c5q0gph
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Waiting, is whatthe all the redditors are doing for this gentleman to fix it so it doesnt go from v to x.
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otary
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c5q0hgy
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Wonderful work!
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kanonnade
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I like your usage of the silent 'w', like in 'whole'.
But to not only focus on one letter: very nicely done!
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The safe Word Will be Whiskey....
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No single part of this is not amazing. I would like to add the W line for this story if that's ok.
With a suffocating weariness he amazes himself that his hands are calm and steady.
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abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvvwxyz amidoinitrite
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That was impressive, but now do the Chinese alphabet!
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I write to express feelings about situations that I dont think I could normally express to my peers at a level where I would gain much insight from.
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for bonus points, now write it as a rap song.. :) [Blackalicious - Alphabet aerobics]
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQD34IW6eRw)
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Literally? You are physically standing on your toes not your feet? I don't think that word means what you think it means..
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You're eating hair!
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Any other person would have been allowed to come into the shop. Basically my boss was cool with just about anybody doing business with us, so long as they were willing to pay money and get out of the way for the next shmuck in line. Carter was the one person that was banned from the store; something neither he or my boss were comfortable talking about.
Driving home from work last week, I noticed Carter hanging around the stoop of the Old Post Office where he was having a smoke. Evading my gaze as I drove past him, it was clear that he was not wanting to anything to do with me. From what I had heard from gossiping woman at the Tim Hortons, Carter felt betrayed by me and my coworkers. "Great..." I thought to myself. "He's pissed at me for sure."
I decided I needed to talk to him about what had gone down that day. Just because he wasn't willing to talk about it with Selma Barrington didn't mean he'd hold out on the details from one of his best buddies. Kicking the cold steps before him, Carter looked up as I pulled up to the sidewalk. "Leave me be," he urged. "unless you're here to tell me you are leaving that shithole and going to work somewhere else."
"Maybe you should tell me what the hell is going on?" I demanded. "Nobody knows what the hell happened between you two, so why the hell would we take sides without knowing the facts?"
"Obviously you don't, or you would have quit working for that freak." Carter retorted like a sulking child. Picturing him like a twelve year old made this situation seem less pathetic in my mind initially, but now I was beginning to get the sense that maybe I should take a step back and reorganize myself.
"Quit being so damn foolish." I told him as he suddenly stood up to walk away, pretending to ignore me. "Really? So what now?"
"That bastard..." he grumbled after he stopped his retreat, facing opposite of me. "Useless people like him have no business doing what he did."
"Vent all you need to," I assured him calmly. "Would you just turn, face me, and tell me what he did to make you so furious."
"Xavier," he began as he turned around. "You need to mind your own fucking business and back off." 'Zany' Zach Carter from my graduating class of 1986 never spoke to me again after he said those words.
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Oh come on, there's not even an H in that one
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Perhaps the omission was a subtle nod to simpler times past, where old men took the time to write out two individual u's while society was moving on to the efficient, modern w.
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lit·er·al·ly/ˈlitərəlē/
Adverb:
In a literal manner or sense; exactly: "the driver took it literally when asked to go straight over the traffic circle".
Used to acknowledge that something is not literally true but is used for emphasis or to express strong feeling.
sup?
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Alright Ted, we get it.
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You a literally an asshole...have an upvote.
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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 train slowed from its inhuman pace, the businessman shoved his way to be one of the first out the door. His designer shoes clicked on the polished marble as he turned back to pick apart the bungler. "Why is this the first I'm hearing of it, too? Can't you even pretend to care?"
He stepped out into the open. The blue light from above from the Small Sun cast a light down onto the single city below, casting an underwater sheen on the tall jagged buildings in a way that brought the ocean across the waterless and nothing-full gulf that separated the metropolis from its sisters on Delphi and Herodotus and countless other islands of people.
"Really? YOU'RE sorry? I can't imagine why you wouldn't be. Congratulations on the bare minimum."
Now he shoved his way through the most open place in the city plan. Many stalls were here, most made of plentiful alum. Here, a man was selling small wooden trinkets and making a killing. There, a man was sitting like a warlord in front of a zoo of medicinal plants and algae. But he knew what he was looking for.
"If you weren't working for free I'd fire you," he said as he held up a single finger and nodded at the merchant. The merchant reached back and handed him a single dove in a cage. The business slapped down the appropriate drachma note and took off with the dove toward another district.
"All right, well we can salvage it with another sale. I hear the Kallisti blockade was broken. What's the news from how the city is now? Starving and decay in the streets? Perfect! Sink some money into food futures, we'll make a killing."
The entrance to the recess was low and designed to make anyone bow to enter, which never had set well.
On the inside was a grate leading to a small box in the wall. To the side was a stylized button. The businessman said, "I'll see you back at work on Dehfehhra. You and I will continue this conversation."
He clicked off his phone, reached into the dove cage and brought it out screaming by the neck, and in one fluid motion pushed it into the sacrifice box and hit the button. The dove was instantly immolated and the pleasant aroma went up to Zeus.
Without stopping to meditate on the rightness of his action or even watch the vacuum tube dispose of the charred corpse, the businessman ducked out of the chamber. The smell always made him hungry. Maybe he'd go back and pick up another consecrated dove for dinner.
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Roslyn stepped down the ladder facing forward and the box caught on the attic floor. She caught it with her left hand. Lugging the box to the TV, she flipped off the lid and grabbed the un-labled white VHS tape. She clicked the old Zenith TV on and slid in the mystery tape.
“Hello, ladies. My name is Robert. First, a bit about myself. I’m single. I play the French horn. I’m a great musician. I work as a salesman at Rico Outfitters on 3rd and 4th.”
Roslyn smiled.
“I love camping. I like to cook. I like basketball. I’m a great chef. My special is chicken parmesan with apple coleslaw… I’m a great lover.”
Her snickering broke into a laugh.
“I can swim?”
She lost it. She slipped off her chair and onto her knee and started hitting the floor, choking on her now laughter, so hard now it had just broken into gasps. Why did he even keep this?
“I’m looking for a woman with a good sense of humor. Intelligent. Someone who’s just looking for a big pair of arms.”
Her gasping eventually faded into an exasperated sigh and wiped a tear from her eye. “Oh dad.”
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Brian why are you acting so weird
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Wrong quote...
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Alone. Bleeding. Conscious... but barely. David tried to move around but pain kept him from doing anything quickly. Everything hurt. From the bottom of his foot to the tear in his shoulder, the pain jumped like fire throughout his body. Geeze. How did things escalate so quickly?
It's never been easy for David. Just a few days ago, he thought his luck was turning around. Karma was finally shining on him. Last night, it all came crashing down when a stranger attacked him for no reason. Many mistakes were made. No one could have seen this coming.
Once he noticed the blood, he realized that his time on this earth wasn't long. Prepared for death, he picked himself up with the determination to walk somewhere where they would find his body. Questions about his possible survival were unnecessary, as he looked at the trail of blood behind him. Resting was just not an option.
Somehow he made it out of the desert and back into civilization. Thoughts of being saved by a kind stranger raced through his head. Unfortunately, the streets were bare. Visibility for David was diminishing, but his heart was still apparently strong. Walking towards the hospital was the only chance that he had for survival. Xenocide, by Orson Scott Card, was a book lying on the side of the road.
Yesterday was a bad day.
Zombies had eaten David's brain.
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Who else read the first few sentences, then scrolled down to see what he would do with X?
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then the cop said, "now try it again... THIS TIME BACKWARDS"
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Your saying it weird.
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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 three wishes!"
"Listen. Are you always this rude? Really? Can you just let me finish my sentence? This is really fucking annoying. I have been in a fucking lamp for 300 years and you won't let me finish my sentence."
"Oh. Um. I'm sorry."
"You should be sorry. Cunt. Now, as I was saying-- what was I saying. Oh fuck it. I'm a genie. Wishes. You get them."
"Ok, cool. God, I wish I could think of some good wishes..."
"Wish granted."
"FUCK! I didn't mean that! God, I really wish I didn't make that wish..."
"Wish granted."
"FUCK! Now I can't even think of any good ideas anymore... Well.. Um, okay, how about I wish that there is no money in the world anymore, okay?"
The genie smiled darkly. "Now that's a good wish. Wish granted."
Jon smiled proudly to himself. Without money, he thought, the world would be a better place. That sure would put rich people in their place, he mused. As he opened the door outside, he presumed he would see his envisioned paradise...
The world was a dark, post-apocalyptic place. Buildings were in disarray, people starving on the streets, the sound of gunfire in the background. Jon, after having a quick wank, became very worried about the situation. He needed to find out what had happened.
He approached a group of people huddled around a burning oil barrel.
"Excuse me, old woman..."
"Man."
"Oh... Old man..."
"I'm 37."
"This seems really familiar. Can you tell me what happened? Why is the world like this?"
"Oh, well, isn't it obvious? Those bastards over there got food, and we want it, so we gotta take it and shoot them in the face."
"Okay. Why don't you just ask them for food?"
"Well, we did try that, but then they said 'We don't want to give you any food.' We couldn't think of any way to convince them to give it to us, so, y'know, we started beating them and taking it."
Jon paled considerably. "Oh. Fuck."
"But the good news is, blowjobs are free."
And Jon lived in that paradise until the end of his days.
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Technically, he also forgot to start with "x" because he did not *use* a word that begins with the letter "x," he merely *mentioned* the letter "x" and thus he should have put quotation marks around "x."
Otherwise, great job! Ignore us internet grammar Nazis :) You did very well!
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You had one task and you fucked it up. That wasn't even a sentence...
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**A/N: 198 Words, first story contributed to this subreddit. I would appreciate feedback.**
“This isn’t a good idea, Mark.”
Mark rolled his eyes, backing out of the closet with an old VCR machine in hand. “Don’t freak out *Brandie*, Mom and Dad will never know.”
Large brown eyes narrowed as they always did whenever his nickname was mentioned.
After messing around with the wires, the two brothers sat down in front of the television. Brandon watched as the other inserted the VHS tape they found with a large click.
“*Oooohhhh…*” moaned the television screen. The duo suddenly looked on in horror.
Two young shadowed figures lay on a bed, furiously making love. Both frozen with shock, it wasn’t until a solid minute later that Brandon snapped his hand to stop the video.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t quick enough. The female voice managed to let out a passion filled, “*Robert…*” right before the screen turned black.
Silence. The younger of the two shuffled nervously.
“…that was…”
“We never speak of this again.” Mark interjected.
“But..!” Brandon trailed off, and then kept silent, following his brother’s suggestion.
***
“Hi kids, I’m home!”
“…hi…”
“What’s with those faces? Is your father home yet?”
“I brought pizza,” then, to the direction of the study, “Robert, dinner’s ready!”
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Atomic light shone through the church like the light of god himself. Burning bright, brighter than the bush on the mount. Chris could only look as the beginning of the end finally came to claim him. "Dawn of a new era", thought Chris. Even he knew that he was now finally free, as the light tore through his flesh. Freedom from the bonds of mortality, he thought. Generations from now people will remember the day they were freed. He laughed. In fact he realised how silly that thought was as the light ripped through his eye sockets, his naval cavity and his mouth. Just as the light seared through his hand which was covering his face, Chris realised there would be no more generations to remember the day. Kaos had won. Love, hate, fear, anger, greed were all no more. Millions gone in an instant, claimed by the light. No more suffering, only purity. Of course, there could've been survivors. People, somewhere. Quickening, the light, having incinerated his clothes moved on to his arms and legs. Registering no pain, Chris realised that by now his nervous system had probably been dissolved in the plasma that by now engulfed him. Sight had gone, along with his eyes as the very bonds between the fundamental particles that made them up had been broken by the bomb. Today was the last day for Chris, and it was about time. "Universal freedom for all from the chains of mortality", read the posters put up by the rebels. When he knew they would win, he did not fear death but embraced it. "Xeroxes, that's what we are - all xeroxes of each other, and now all gone thrown to the wind", was his final thought. Yearning for the next step, the end, the omega was his final feeling. Zillions of particles born of dying stars had become free of the ionic bonds of slavery to become plasma once more, and to form the heart of a new star, a star borne of man; this was Kaos finally reigning supreme.
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Wow! We could keep busy for a very long time with these images! I would suggest picking one per prompt. These are a great inspiration!
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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 for this change.
The race of Neo-Humans now lived to advance each other, not themselves. The small factions of Neo-Humans spread throughout the Milky Way Galaxy. They didn't need direct compensation for providing crucial services or even food and resources to each other, for the act of helping someone was compensation enough. Neo-Humans forged forward throughout the cosmos rapidly, a new golden age at hand.
The race of Neo-Humans populated the galaxy over thousands of years, their progress extremely rapid due to their simple and direct objective. They even encountered other races, not as intelligent as them, some, and others more so. The less intelligent served to learn from them, for other sentient races had forms of bartering and selling. The equally developed races were very similar to the Neo-Humans: they were driven by helping themselves, and even other intelligent races they encountered!
In the Milky Way Galaxy it was forged..... The Alliance. The intelligent races of the galaxy working together, advancing even faster now. This was all made possible because the beings of the Galaxy were motivated to advance themselves as a whole, and not as an individual.
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My saying it weird is none of your business.
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All of it..
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> You're saying it wheird.
FTFY
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Trick Question! The Chinese don't use an alphabet!
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WoW! What Wonderful Writing!
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Pepperidge Farms remembered.
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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 been pushing sweet, rich food on her for months.
Tired of staring at the ceiling, she wandered over to Grandma’s cabinet filled with VCRs.
“Just like them to have a basement full of crap.” Veronica muttered. “Would it kill them to buy a DVD player?”
Each tape was meticulously labeled with a name. It took Veronica a second to recognize many of the names – each tape was for a deceased family member. At the top of the pile, there was a tape marked ‘Veronica’. Maybe it was an old aunt?
Curious, she popped it into the VCR player. Images popped up immediately, nto of some deceased family member, but of Veronica. She stared at the screen uncomprehendingly. Baby Veronica toddling across the yard, graduating from school, going to prom… Then a screen: “In honor of our sacrifice on August 8th, 2012.”
From upstairs, a call: “Veronica, dinner!”
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I had to write a class evaluation for a class I hated, so carefully worded my essay to where it spelled "Fuck this class" down the margin.
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Its OK, I will allow it.
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No W?
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He had been trying at the old vault for hours. He had discovered it in his attic; he inherited this house when his mother died, and was searching through the collections of old artifacts. This vault however, was impossible. He had tried and tried and tried, to no prevail. He had finally called a locksmith, and was waiting (still toying with the vault as he did) for him to arrive. The locksmith finally did. He bolted down the attic stairs, and down another flight of stairs to the main floor.
"Come in," said the owner of the house, and the locksmith walked inside. They preceded to the attic, and the locksmith did his work. After 25 minutes, he finally opened the lock. He sought his payment, and left. Finally, to the vault. He reached down to the lever and pulled it open. Inside it lay a VHS tape. What? That's it? Well, might as well see what's on it. He took the tape to his mom's old room, where there was a VHS player. He put it in, and pressed play. Just static; he rewound it and played it, even fast-forwarded it, and nothing. What a waste.
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GAMEchief
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To ease my own discomfort about this:
With angst, he drew his last breath.
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Razgrizacez
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The team of four men assembled into the dark and creepy cellar, looking for information regarding as to why people were missing lately. One of the men closes the door and sweeps from side to side with a incredibly bright flashlight. It glints right over a TV on a stand with a VCR and a VHS tape next to it. Footsteps echo from behind them; they had been found. A few more pairs of footsteps behind them; they were surrounded, thought the man with the flashlight. Quickly, he locked the door, swinging their attention to the VCR.
"Cap, we're literally screwed, and all we have is a VHS tape?" A soldier whispers.
"Shh... but this might be the key to the whole case." The captain responds.
"I don't like this. Not one bit." The soldier retorts.
They turned the TV on and pushed the play button on the VCR. Soon, scenes showing the group of men, like in the report, kidnapping people and moving them to unknown locations. This was the evidence to convict them. The captain retrieves the tape. Slowly, he gathers his men, signaling 3... 2... 1... and they open the door.
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First time I've ever done this... how'd I do?
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Biggacheez
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Your damn username has an extra w.
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traysledding
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c5q1t1h
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wow, that's embarrassing.
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