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_Priceless_	t1_c5pzx55	WritingPrompts	c5q3erc	1,344,449,739	t3_x6y4p	>Weightlessness cradled the man as the years of dedication rolled off his shoulders and the faintest smile, the first in years, appeared on his face as he worked the knife I think this is W.	-1	null
DinosaurViking	t1_c5q2yim	WritingPrompts	c5q3fag	1,344,449,792	t3_x6y4p	That's awesome. I liked that book.	4	null
jjackrabbitt	t3_xee88	WritingPrompts	c5q3fnr	1,344,449,828	t3_xee88	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. ------------------- 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 off as they glided down the road. “Hey.” Tyler nudged Herrera, whose head snapped up. “You’re bobbing for cock.” Herrera shook his head like a dog and wiped his eyes. “Okay. Okay.” He leaned forward under the weight of his gear and fumbled around in his drop pounce to produce a can of Rip It. Tyler turned his full attention back onto the black strip of asphalt slicing through the sand in front of him. He noted every pile of trash and irregularity in the road and breathed easier when they passed them. “How you doing up there, Schultz?” Tyler back. Shultz offered standard short reply from the turret, punctuated with a homophobic slur. “You too,” Tyler replied quietly, tapping his trigger finger on the wheel. The lead vehicle was slowing down and turning off the highway. “Okay, here we go. We’re almost back.” Tyler watched the sign warning everyone to stay back or be shot in both English and Arabic bounce along with its Humvee as they began to navigate their new, unpaved route. Tyler took a deep breath and sat up straighter for a better vantage point as he followed the other vehicle. Behind him, Schultz braced his feet against the floor as they lurched off the pavement. Herrera drained the last bit of his Rip It as they moved onto more even ground and stuffed the empty back in his drop pouch, humming a song Tyler didn’t know. The convoy had slowed considerably, and their Humvee was considerably louder as it shuddered along the rocky path. Now visibly alert, Herrera scanned their surroundings, his eyes lingering on everything alongside the road. He furrowed his brow at an oddly shaped pile of rocks. “They better avoid that shit,” he said, repositioning his rifle between his knees. Apparently, the driver in the lead vehicle had the same thought, because they gave the haphazardly piled rocks a wide berth, dipping off the road bit. The second vehicle followed suit, matching the lead’s line. Both Tyler and Herrera leaned forward and peered over the hood. “Follow their tire tracks,” he instructed. Tyler gripped the wheel with both hands, glancing over at the pile of rocks that was now almost directly to their right. “If I knew you were going to tell me how to drive, I wouldn’t hav—“ “More to the left, more to the left,” Herrera cut Tyler off. Tyler sighed, and eased through the softer sand, following the same path the previous vehicles had, his finger furiously tapping on the wheel. Completing the little detour, their vehicle lurched back onto the road and fell back in line behind the other Humvees, accelerating forward. Herrera sat back, opened his mouth and there was a bright light. Intense heat punctuated the stillness that had suddenly enveloped Tyler and he felt himself slam against something. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the steering wheel, the dash of the Humvee. Instead, he found himself stumbling forward on unsteady legs. He came to a stop, took a knee and hunkered down behind the second vehicle. He hefted his rifle up to provide security. Heavy footsteps impacted the sand and Sgt. Flood skidded down next to him. “Wright. You okay?” Tyler peered down his optic and murmured something affirmative. He was shaking furiously as his finger, straight and off the trigger, tapped out an erratic beat on his rifle. Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler watched Sgt. Flood evaluate him. He cursed and then lumbered away, calling out to the rear Humvee. There was a flurry of activity around him, people yelling and dismounting. He heard a few people shout Herrera’s name. He didn’t answer. Schultz commented on the state of their Humvee from somewhere behind him. Tyler didn't answer him. There wasn’t any contact, and no one fired their weapons. Tyler remained in the same spot, endlessly scanning the horizon, looking for targets as his finger rapped endlessly away.	2	null
[deleted]	t1_c5q0mz1	WritingPrompts	c5q3ga2	1,344,449,887	t3_x6y4p	>With a suffocating weariness he amazes himself that his hands are calm and steady. With a suffocating spaghetti he amazes spaghetti that his hands are moms spaghetti.	44	null
liarliar415	t1_c5q32do	WritingPrompts	c5q3glg	1,344,449,916	t3_x6y4p	thanks haha i fucked that one up pretty bad the first time.	3	null
Klepisimo	t1_c5q2y5h	WritingPrompts	c5q3grv	1,344,449,934	t3_x6y4p	Yeah... It's too bad I can't downvote you.	2	null
Archie_	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q3huo	1,344,450,036	t3_xw1k6	I've noticed a great way for smaller subreddits to shoot up in subscribers is to get a comment Bestov'd.	28	null
listn2moremetal	t1_c5q3edr	WritingPrompts	c5q3ioy	1,344,450,113	t3_x6y4p	Nope, it just reminds people that they need to listen to more metal...	6	null
Rubrica	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q3jyz	1,344,450,233	t3_xw1k6	And from all the new subscribers - thank you. This is a seriously amazing subreddit - I can barely even begin to comprehend how useful this might be for me.	75	null
mightymous6020	t3_xu4f0	WritingPrompts	c5q3khl	1,344,450,284	t3_xu4f0	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 anymore, my morning routine is so ingrained in my physical memory; I could do it blindfolded and still be on time. I stepped outside with my coffee to watch the sun slowly come up and have a smoke. Something is wrong, different. I have been ignoring the pain for some time, but as I stepped outside it came shooting past all mental barriers urging me to acknowledge its existence. I winced a bit and sat down and smoked my cigarette in defiance, refusing to let it change my routine. Like a set of dominos, if one thing moves out of place, the pattern is ruined; disastrous for my already precarious reality. I went back inside and finished dressing and made a sad lunch of leftover rice from last night. As I made my lunch I calculated how much I would need for today and tomorrow. Damn, I ate too much last night. Rice is incredibly unsatisfying but it fills me up, and at the end of the week more food will come. Next week I will be working for rent, but this week its food. My work day began as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I was hired for my brain, at least that what my boss likes to remind me of when he thinks I am not working hard enough. I usually shoulder his criticisms. I know I am lowly worker bee, and he’s the reason I have any food at all. But today, something was wrong. That pain wouldn’t let me think and I couldn’t push it away. If I can’t think I can’t work. My boss noticed this with disgust. He exiled me from the office until I took care of “the problem.” I am now sitting outside a free clinic. I don’t go to work to go to the doctor. I cannot decide which pain is worse: the one in my head or the one that will show up when the rice runs out. edit: spacing and spelling	2	null
[deleted]	t1_c5q2sr9	WritingPrompts	c5q3kpc	1,344,450,303	t3_x6y4p	It wasn't there earlier. That's why I asked. Thanks for pointing out he added it! >Veins exposed by the night’s exertion and age met the blade. X on his left wrist, then one quick pull across the throat before the knife was plunged into his heart. Was the original before adding "W" into his story.	4	null
RyanKinder	t3_xw41w	WritingPrompts	c5q3l4h	1,344,450,341	t3_xw41w	Another birthday? They all seem to blend together now. As usual, I'm wearing my Sunday's best to this pity party. I used to love sweets, but now I have cholesterol and blood sugar levels to worry about. Just a sliver for me, thanks. I put my game face on as best as possible. I don't want to depress everyone. They're all there for me. What should I wish for? I have a favorite mouse toy already. A scratching post. The litter box is usually clean. I know - less hairballs. That seems to be what I wish for every year, it never comes true. "What are you gunna wish for little buddy?" I can't tell if my master is being condescending as he scratches the top of my head. God, I hate him sometimes, but he knows I love headrubs. I linger, staring at the candles for a few more moments. I know my wish: I want to go outside. I want to hunt while I still have a youthful spring in my legs. I want... to live.	19	null
Quaytsar	t1_c5jsa7s	WritingPrompts	c5q3l7b	1,344,450,350	t3_x6y4p	In the sentence beginning with G, it should be "begun" not "began".	1	null
explodingbarrels	t1_c5q3jyz	WritingPrompts	c5q3l9k	1,344,450,355	t3_xw1k6	seconded. hope you can handle a wave or two of unintentional faux pas' for those of us just getting started!	17	null
doodlebro	t1_c5q359i	WritingPrompts	c5q3nrv	1,344,450,592	t3_x6y4p	Uuouu.	27	null
[deleted]	t3_x6y4p	WritingPrompts	c5q3o40	1,344,450,624	t3_x6y4p	Always' been like this. Bullshit everywhere, all the time. Can't take much more of this. Don't know what to do. Even if it stopped now, I've been through too much already. Fuck my life. Gonna have to get out of here maybe. Have a break from all this fucking bullshit! I decided then it was time, so I left. Just as I was packing my stuff something came to my mind. Knowing that it couldn't get any worse, I could now choose wherever I wanted to go and have no regrets. Lithuania. Mexico. Nigeria. Only one step away from becoming independent. Perhaps even free! "Quiero ser libre!", I shouted in a great Spanish accent. Really great accent. So, I did it. Took my belongings and went out of this goddamn place forever. Upon arrival at the airport I knew I was doing the right thing. Vagina. Where to go? Xavier would know. Yesterday I had a friend but now I have none. Zero.	7	null
Jewstein	t1_c5q0u0x	WritingPrompts	c5q3p3w	1,344,450,715	t3_x6y4p	Shitty UUatercolour!	11	null
marrch	t1_c5q2ssz	WritingPrompts	c5q3pr7	1,344,450,776	t3_xvr6e	You're too kind. :)	3	null
Navvik	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q3r5u	1,344,450,910	t3_xw1k6	I saw the best of this morning and had no idea that this subreddit existed. This might be what I need to get my wordslinging in proper order.	34	null
Salva_Veritate	t1_c5q21tv	WritingPrompts	c5q3r6i	1,344,450,913	t3_x6y4p	Burn!	10	null
mathewduncan91	t1_c5jsa7s	WritingPrompts	c5q3rfx	1,344,450,938	t3_x6y4p	That's awesome	2	null
BARNABY_J0NES	t3_xqa1u	WritingPrompts	c5q3rwt	1,344,450,985	t3_xqa1u	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, as no one ever sends me anything, but I did anyway, forced by habit I suppose. To my surprise there was a small package wrapped in brown paper with my name and address scrawled upon one side in black ink. I checked all over for a return address, but to no avail. "That's odd" I muttered to myself as I tucked the package under my arm and began climbing the two flights of stairs that lead to my apartment. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment, I immediately set the package down, eager to reveal its contents. As I began to unwrap the box from its brown paper covering, I noticed there was no form of postage anywhere on the package, the box must have been delivered by hand. Removing the brown wrapping paper revealed a simple wooden box. I briefly considered calling the police, however my curiosity got the better of me. With some apprehension, I opened the box. The box contained but two slips of paper. One piece of paper was a printed photograph of the United States' President. The other slip had printed on it an address located in Washington D.C. and the message "I trust you know what needs to be done. -V"	5	null
hiimbrooke	t1_c5q16fq	WritingPrompts	c5q3s18	1,344,450,996	t3_x6y4p	http://i.word.com/idictionary/x	1	null
RyanKinder	t1_c5q3r5u	WritingPrompts	c5q3slm	1,344,451,049	t3_xw1k6	We'd love to have you with us. :)	9	null
momzill	t3_xvr6e	WritingPrompts	c5q3srb	1,344,451,064	t3_xvr6e	First time poster. Feedback appreciated. ========== Three friends rented a lake-cabin for the weekend. Friday night was filled with tears of laughter, screeches of joy and a long walk down memory lane. Saturday they played cards, cooked and reminisced some more. It was a good time. Sunday morning, Jane walks into the living room to find a laughing Barbara watching the television. “What are you laughing at?” Jane asked. “Oh I woke up early, there’s no signal up here in the mountains so I threw in the only VHS tape I found here. It’s a home video of some local comedian, he’s pretty funny.” Barbara replied. Jane looked at the tape in the VCR with the number seven written on it in thick, black ink, looked at Barbara and said, “That’s odd, I watched that tape yesterday when Suze and you were in town. It’s of someone’s kids by the lake. I remember the number seven on it. It’s the only tape here. I searched the cabin looking for something more interesting.” Barbara turned around to the sound of a bedroom door opening to hear Sandy say “It is the only tape in the place all right, I searched also, why would someone tape their funeral?”	4	null
hiimbrooke	t1_c5q2tvt	WritingPrompts	c5q3sz5	1,344,451,083	t3_x6y4p	I believe those were to indicate that he added it later, after being told he missed it.	13	null
shitty_witty	t3_x6y4p	WritingPrompts	c5q3tbr	1,344,451,115	t3_x6y4p	Hey, I cheated. I've done this before, but its a good one so I'll post. I did it for talk like a pirate day - you might even learn some new jargon! --------------------------------------------------------------- “Shiver me timbers!” shouted the captain. “There’s trouble afoot!” Usually pirates would be thrilled to spot another vessel, but this ship was different… Venturing pirates are afraid only of one thing, hulks^1. With its red ensign^2 flaring, the hulk began to engage. “Xebecs^3 are not what we are up against,” stated the captain with a hint of sarcasm. “Ye must get to your posts quickly, aye, and fend off these landlubbers!!!” Zipping to their positions quickly, the pirate crew got ready to defend themselves. All hands were ready at their positions to fend off the approaching hulk. Backtracking to gain firing position, the pirates prepared to fire chain shot^4 so that the hulk would be easier to board^5. Chain shot from the pirate’s six pounders^6 soon found its way to the hulk’s masts and sails, rendering the hulk immobile. Devastating direct blasts from the hulk’s cannons tore holes in the side of the pirate ship, sending splinters soaring everywhere. Ere long the buccaneers were all on deck, readying gangplanks. Filing alongside the stock-still hulk, the buccaneers were ardent for action, spewing curses at their enemy. Gunshots from blunderbusses rocketed through the air just before the two ships aligned. Heaving the gangplanks from vessel to vessel, the scurvy dogs initiated their assault. In a blink of an eye, there was a colossal inrush of combating bodies. Jolly Roger versus red ensign; this would be an epic fracas. Keen on pushing back the pirates, the navy tars^7 fought to hold their ground, but to no avail. Legions of merciless marauders streamed forth and there was no stopping them. Mustering, the tars attempted a final valiant retaliation, one last push at redemption, aye, but it was worth nil. Naught could stop the band of scalawags; dauntless efficacy pushed the cutlass over the rapier. Only the admiral remained, but shortly he was dancing the hempen jig^8. Plundering began without delay; the pirates had a new (and superior) ship once they replaced the ripped sails. Quickly they transferred all their equipment to their new vessel, scuttled the old ship, and set sail for more adventures. “Raise the Jolly Roger, men,” instructed the captain, “Aye, AND THEN FOR ME RUM AND BUMBOO^9!!!” Scallywag Vocabulary 1. British navy ship 2. British flag 3. Small Mediterranean ships 4. Two halves of cannonballs linked together by chain, for tearing down sails 5. Come alongside a ship and then fight man to man 6. Cannons 7. Sailors 8. Hung 9. Alcoholic beverage flavored with sugar and nutmeg	2	null
name123456789	t1_c5q0u0x	WritingPrompts	c5q3tci	1,344,451,117	t3_x6y4p	I just realized for the first time in my life that W is pronounced "ooh-uh," or two different U sounds in succession.	5	null
Navvik	t1_c5q3slm	WritingPrompts	c5q3thi	1,344,451,130	t3_xw1k6	Who knows, maybe I can finish my book and then burn it. :D	7	null
books_and_tattoos	t3_xw3xk	WritingPrompts	c5q3tps	1,344,451,150	t3_xw3xk	The last piece of broken promises had shattered onto the floor. She couldn’t take it anymore. Tonight she was finally taking things into her own hands, under her own control. The tree top swayed as she scaled down its trunk and onto the hard ground. She took one last look at the house filled with dead dreams, wiped the tears from her eyes, and took off. She ran through town and out into the woods. She passed a landscape of wasted years. Memories flashed through her thoughts interrupting her pace. In the empty forest she let out a loud scream and fell to the ground trembling. “Why, why, why, why?” she kept screaming, pounding her fists into the ground. Hours later she awoke. She picked herself up, wiped off the dirt, and continued. Her feet pumping across the land, gaining ground, she burst from the forest. The moon eloquently outlined where she would meet him. She glanced at her phone one last time then threw it away. This was the end of whom she used to be and the beginning of who she wanted to be.	5	null
sorrysary	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q3u66	1,344,451,192	t3_xw1k6	I just found this subreddit and I am excited to lurk and then write.	3	null
Jbsmitty44	t1_c5jsa7s	WritingPrompts	c5q3vp5	1,344,451,338	t3_x6y4p	I logged in just to upvote this story. Excellent work!	2	null
[deleted]	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q3w11	1,344,451,378	t3_xw1k6	[deleted]	17	null
batmanboner	t1_c5q1nre	WritingPrompts	c5q3wcr	1,344,451,413	t3_x6y4p	that'll show em	12	null
Skylarity	t1_c5q359i	WritingPrompts	c5q3x2y	1,344,451,484	t3_x6y4p	UUaƒhington*	20	null
[deleted]	t3_xu4f0	WritingPrompts	c5q3xek	1,344,451,528	t3_xu4f0	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 known as the treasure keepers, had succeeded making several well thought out reformations, and by the time of their death, the country's economy had been restored to it's former glory. When the original treasure keepers had died, their children were to take over. On the date of August 4th, 2012, Samantha Barnes and Aron Noble, two of the new treasure keepers were found dead. "Poison", Jon remarked with a look of despair in his eye. Only two months ago, Jon had been promoted to an Inspector in New York's Finest. At the time, Jon had never been more excited when he heard the few, fine words from the chief of police. "Welcome back, Inspector Barnes." But now, the badge he wore was not of honor, but of shame. Ever since Samantha had died, he was a shadow of his former self. "Who could have wanted to poison her? She did nothing to harm anyone!" Jon said to the chief. "Samantha and Aron had one thing in common. They were treasure keepers." "Then why haven't James and Alex died yet?" The inspector asked. "That's what I was wondering." Chapter two and stuff "James, are you sure this will work?" "Of course it will, Alex, all we have to do is manipulate the system. They make it so easy for us!" James and Alex were always the best of friends growing up. They both shared the same rebellious feelings against their parents, and they grew closer. They had orchestrated the plan a year ago, and all their cards were in play but one. The piece of paper Alex had to sign, to eliminate all currency, and set the world back years. "They were better times," James said. "Less greedy, rich people, when every man had an honest trade." And with that said, Alex sighed and wrote his signature on the piece of parchment. It was then that currency had been completely wiped from the United States, causing an economic crisis across the entire world.	2	null
[deleted]	t1_c5jsa7s	WritingPrompts	c5q3zlq	1,344,451,739	t3_x6y4p	[deleted]	0	null
[deleted]	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q3zqe	1,344,451,753	t3_xw1k6	Definitely happy I found this subreddit. I haven't been writing at all - I feel that this might help immensely	4	null
storiesin20words	t3_xqa1u	WritingPrompts	c5q3zyq	1,344,451,776	t3_xqa1u	It was rare getting mail. Rarer from the dead. Charlie supposedly died years ago, but sent a package postmarked yesterday.	2	null
[deleted]	t1_c5q3s18	WritingPrompts	c5q41j2	1,344,451,926	t3_x6y4p	[Yes, but he did not use "x," he mentioned "x."](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Use%E2%80%93mention_distinction) He merely mentioned that there was an "x" written on the person's arm.	2	null
Kakofoni	t1_c5jsa7s	WritingPrompts	c5q42w8	1,344,452,055	t3_x6y4p	Ending reminded me of this, if some find it familiar: "Then she sank down to her knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through the cardboard, through the cushioning and right through the center of Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun."	2	null
[deleted]	t1_c5pzx55	WritingPrompts	c5q43tu	1,344,452,144	t3_x6y4p	[deleted]	1	null
traysledding	t1_c5q3zlq	WritingPrompts	c5q43vw	1,344,452,149	t3_x6y4p	what r u doin l8r ;0	13	null
yougotafrientinme	t1_c5jsa7s	WritingPrompts	c5q43xj	1,344,452,153	t3_x6y4p	dude. this was sick. woww. major props man [5].	2	null
RyanKinder	t1_c5q3thi	WritingPrompts	c5q445w	1,344,452,175	t3_xw1k6	Well, you can put that book on a kindle. Why do you think they call it that? So you burn your own books. :)	17	null
Tabes23	t3_xu4f0	WritingPrompts	c5q44a8	1,344,452,187	t3_xu4f0	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 afar, this concept finally clicked, finally resonated at a point where my mind could develop into an internal track for my train of thoughts to follow. "Paper, small pieces of metals combined into circles, cards that could not be torn by hand only broken..." said the old man. How would this work? Why would people find such easily destroyable, misplaceble and replaceable things so valueable? "You could get anything you wanted if you had enough. A knife you didn't have to make or inherit, a house you didn't even have to build, even a life supply of food and water so long as you had enough!..." The youth brush it off, no way such an amazing theory could have ever been true. I've heard enough to fuel my thoughts. I look around and see my village, built from whatever anyone could find to make a home. In the distance I see what looks like an animal moving at incredible speed... almost impossibly fast for any animal to be moving... is it made of metal? Panic ensues, everyone runs for fear of the unknown. I stay, I must, I have to know what this is. It comes to a slidding stop leaving incredible tracks behind it. The sides of this metal beast open and out steps a man. A man? A living breathing man birthed by metal... This man approaches me talking in a tongue I've never heard... He pulls a countainer of sorts out of his metal beast and opens it to reveal something I would have never believed I'd see ever... Paper, but not regular paper, some sort of valuable paper. I try to grab it to look but I get tackled to the ground by more men who emerged from his metal beast... Why? What makes this so valuable? In the distance I see more different metal beasts traveling towards us. They seem angrier, bigger, and more destructive... Ripping trees out of the ground, destroying hills leaving behind flat paths... When it clicked. Paper is valueable to them and they are bigger and better armed. In order to survive, we must assimilate to their lifestyle or be taken by metal beasts... Survival is valueable, just as paper is.	2	null
poeticboink	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q44z8	1,344,452,248	t3_xw1k6	I'm so happy to have found this subreddit! Yay for front page goodness!	6	null
bitshoptyler	t1_c5q22g6	WritingPrompts	c5q45cl	1,344,452,281	t3_x6y4p	I think you mean NATAS LIAH. ".HAIL SATAN naem uoy kniht I" tnaem I, yrroS	3	null
jdepps113	t1_c5jsa7s	WritingPrompts	c5q46zy	1,344,452,438	t3_x6y4p	What is this? Some kind of agrarian propaganda? Death before tractors?	4	null
[deleted]	t1_c5q1pac	WritingPrompts	c5q4805	1,344,452,535	t3_x6y4p	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYBUuJQ94kE	3	null
Krzysz	t1_c5q359i	WritingPrompts	c5q4at3	1,344,452,803	t3_x6y4p	UUaffles*	9	null
JooksKIDD	t3_xu4f0	WritingPrompts	c5q4au7	1,344,452,806	t3_xu4f0	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 tomorrow?" She snickers and turns her back to him. "If the Money Crisis of '12 hadn't happened you'd still be a virgin". "Ha, I found a way to capitalize on my situation and took it. You're just a slut for obliging". He cackles loudly. She grimaces with her face out of his view. These words sting her deeply. Before the money crisis she was an innocent girl, one of the quiet ones. She enjoyed staying in her house and playing video games for hours a day slowly garnering an addiction. After the crisis she needed a new way to get her electronic fix. She turned to prostitution - which in this time had become a world wide epidemic and legalized. Pimpsta's ruled the land and the world reverted back into a male dominated society. She was different. She turned around sharply and struck the man in the face. His nose buckled under pressure and exploded in a mess of cartilage and warm red blood. He screamed as he clutched his face and stared at the girl. Standing 5'3 with pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes it was inconceivable to him how she could hit so well. "Your Pimpsta will deal with you but not after I take care of you first!" He lunged for her. He was a heavy set man and was slow on his movements. She slides around him to his side and kicks low at his knees. A sharp crack is heard and the man buckles over unimaginable pain. He tries to get up but is met with another swift blow to the back of the neck and blacks out. The girl stands over him and mutters under her breath, "I don't have a fuckin' pimp." She takes a drag of his still lit cigarette and drops it on his back. It solders his skin and the smell of burning flesh mixed with tobacco rises. She turns around and walks into the dark locker behind the passed out man. She emerges minutes later clutching 2 Xbox 360's and a bunch of games. She throws it in her duffle bag, walks to the window, and jumps into the night.	2	null
[deleted]	t3_xvr6e	WritingPrompts	c5q4b02	1,344,452,822	t3_xvr6e	Edit: 200 exactly John gave another futile push, grunting, knowing the box would not move. Still, something motivated him to delve deeper into the attic. Besides, he knew if he quit his task he would only be given another. Couldn't he have some time to just remember his grandfather? John stepped back to admire his own work. The box had moved almost four feet in half an hour. Moving to the side he realized if he pushed it a foot further, he could squeeze through a crack between two boxes. Fifteen minutes later, he was inside. The first box on the inside that caught his eye simply said "John". He saw a box for each grandchild, fifteen total. Inside the box was items from his childhood. A ticket from a baseball game he had gone to with his grandfather, a picture of them together, an old VHS tape. He played the tape on the nearby TV. It was a video of John only five and his grandfather, playing together and laughing. John didn't remember the events he was watching. He saw himself and his grandfather, happy together. Two hours later his mom found him, watching it for the third time in a row.	7	null
jerryondrums	t1_c5q27bt	WritingPrompts	c5q4bqy	1,344,452,895	t3_x6y4p	"With a suffocating weariness, he is amazed that his hands are [still] calm and steady". ftfh	2	null
rorokitty98	t3_x6y4p	WritingPrompts	c5q4bsw	1,344,452,900	t3_x6y4p	After talking to her dad about it, she made a decision. Being the good grade student she was, she wanted to try an AP class. Calling to her teacher in class the day before, she had gotten the "ok" to go into advanced placement in that subject. "Dang it," she thought to herself as she recalled her conversation with her math teacher earlier in the day. "Every mainstream student must stay in mainstream in highschool unless they take a summer course," she had told her. Fine. Gretchen didn't want to do AP math anyways. Highschool would be stressful enough without having to do extra homework every day. Instead, she looked into science. Just because she made A's in there didn't mean she could handle AP science. Keeping the thought in her head, she wrote down a reminder to ask her teacher. Later the next day she asked her teacher if she thought she should do it or not. "Maybe," said her teacher as she sorted through assignments from the previous day. "Now just remember though, if you do, you might not get as good of grades. You know this, right?" "Oh, yes ma'am, I know. Please let me know before I sign up for my classes." Questioning her next year of school, she walked out of the classroom. "Ready for highschool?" asked one of her friends coming up to her in the hall. "Some of the parties look like fun. The actual education looks more challenging, though. Unlike most people, I'll have to spend half my time studying." Very few people understood why Gretchen wanted good grades and a good education so badly. Well how else would she get a good paying job later on in life? Xerxes played on her mp3 as she tried to relax that night. Yearning for highschool to hit be simple, she took off her shoes. Zipping her bag up until she had to sin up for her classes, she let herself drift off to sleep. The end. That. Took me. Forever. T_T	3	null
[deleted]	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q4c4q	1,344,452,932	t3_xw1k6	[deleted]	3	null
[deleted]	t3_xvr6e	WritingPrompts	c5q4cg7	1,344,452,962	t3_xvr6e	The light filled the basement as Stacey flipped the switch. It had been a hard few months for her. Nothing had seemed to go her way. She looked at all of his things around the room and started to pack them into boxes. She picked up his hat that was left in there. He wore it everyday. She looked at it with her deep eyes. She felt the brim of it and with a sudden burst of anger, she threw it into the box. She had a sense of relief he was gone. No more pain or suffering. She could finally live her life. However, she still wanted him to come back just like every hopeless lover. She continued to go through his things and pile them into the box. As she was wiping the months of dust off of the television stand, she noticed something unusual. A VHS tape. There was no label or markings on it. She crammed it into her VCR. "Hey Stacy. I know things are getting bad" he said in a low voice. "I want you to know, whatever happens, I love you." Her eyes began to swell as she wished the cancer wouldn't have taken him.	2	null
jjackrabbitt	t3_xw41w	WritingPrompts	c5q4czi	1,344,453,012	t3_xw41w	Despite how hard Laura tried to make it a joyous occasion, Charles' birthday was nevertheless just another painful reminder of how much time had passed. Learning to enjoy cat food, clean himself and deal with hairballs, working out a rudimentary form of communication all seemed like temporary fixes a couple years ago. But Laura, ever the optimist, had chided him into coping with his "condition." Charles stared blankly at the candles flickering before him. His wife smiled cheerfully opposite him, crooning "happy birthday." He stared straight through her, thinking about that night. If he hadn't been drinking. If he had been watching were I was going. If he hadn't bullied Laura into giving him road head. If he hadn't been such an asshole, he might have avoided that cat in the road. But no. I was an asshole. A drunk, bullying asshole, Charles thought bitterly. And so I hit that old woman's cat. That old woman, who was howling unlike any person or animal he'd ever heard before when he exited the car, begging for forgiveness. Charles glanced out the window as he thought about how the woman had wheeled around, snarling and spitting at him. How he barely heard Laura's muffled shriek as the woman bit into the cat, spewing its blood all over Charles face, chanting gibberish. How the next day, he'd woken up as a cat. And how he'd remained that way ever since. He turned his attention back to Laura, who was finishing up the song. "Make a wish!" she chirped. Charles sighed and looked at the candles. I wish I wasn't a fucking cat, he thought. He mentally paused for a moment, and decided that he'd settle for his neighbor to start leaving her blinds open again when she brought guys home. Then he nodded to Laura, who blew out the candles.	4	null
MadRain	t1_c5pzx55	WritingPrompts	c5q4d24	1,344,453,019	t3_x6y4p	Weightlessness. It's in there.	-2	null
[deleted]	t3_x6y4p	WritingPrompts	c5q4d4o	1,344,453,026	t3_x6y4p	As I walked in the door you could not help but notice the strange atmosphere in this place.Bars don't normally give off this vibe. Connies place was different tho. Dirty pictures hanging on the wall. Esoteric curtains everywhere .Fuck don't even get me started on the lighting .God damn motherfuckers couldn't decorate for shit..Hell if I didn't know any better i would say this place was getting ready for some kinda crazy party. I always kept my gun tucked into the front of my pants.Just in case things went south quick.Killing people tends to make situations head that way.Looking at the dirty old mirror on the wall. My reflection smiled back at me .Not a bad looking guy at all.Only thing i could find wrong with my self was the broken nose.Punched in by some drunk last week .Queer thing being sucker punched. Really I was looking for the cocksucker that did this to my nose. Suddenly i spot him from across the room.Taking out anything in my path was my only thought.Under the table i pulled out my gun and cocked it.Very quietly i stood up and began to make my way towards this asshole. While i was moving he must have spotted me.X marks the spot and his head just happend to make a natural one dead center of his fore head. "You mother fucker tell me your name before i kill you." "Zach" was all i let him get out before placing my bullet right smack dab in the middle of that x.	1	null
the_zechman	t3_xw3xk	WritingPrompts	c5q4ea8	1,344,453,133	t3_xw3xk	Its only natural. At 68 years old, why would we want to leave? Jane and I wanted to rip up our tickets home right there. We would just live in Paris. Is it that strange? Is it truly outrageous to do something so careless at that age? I didn't think so. What else did we have? We had a nice home, a nice neighborhood, and a nice life. But we could have so much more. The city, the people, the food, the culture, it just seems so carefree. So....thoughtless. That's what amazed me. There was no thought needed to have happiness. We could just...live. We could just take any moment by the reins and lead it and control it and love it. No bills to be paid, no lawn to be cut, just living. But we both knew it couldn't happen. Nothing is that perfect...	1	null
jjackrabbitt	t1_c5q3huo	WritingPrompts	c5q4ecu	1,344,453,139	t3_xw1k6	Yup, that's how I saw it this morning. I'm really enjoying reading all the stuff here and I think I'll like contributing every now and then.	14	null
hiimbrooke	t1_c5q41j2	WritingPrompts	c5q4eya	1,344,453,197	t3_x6y4p	He said "X on his left wrist." It is correct when using the definition "to mark with an x."	2	null
iruleatants	t3_xvr6e	WritingPrompts	c5q4f32	1,344,453,210	t3_xvr6e	Ryan picked up the VHS and placed it into the player, hesitating for only a moment, and waited for the tape to start playing. After a brief pause, the tape played just static, and he ejected the tap before picking up the next one from a pile that never seemed to end. With a sigh, he put the next tape in, and waited for it to play.	1	null
[deleted]	t1_c5q3nrv	WritingPrompts	c5q4geo	1,344,453,334	t3_x6y4p	I fee uuhat you did there. old englifh is the beft.	6	null
nerdsgym	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q4h0m	1,344,453,392	t3_xw1k6	This will help me get into a new habit of expressing myself in a creative way. Looks like it would be fun.	2	null
spikespikespike	t1_c5q26x1	WritingPrompts	c5q4h5h	1,344,453,405	t3_x6y4p	I like your username.	117	null
saranaclake123	t3_xokfw	WritingPrompts	c5q4hai	1,344,453,418	t3_xokfw	Sasha looked out of his window,	1	null
[deleted]	t1_c5q4eya	WritingPrompts	c5q4he0	1,344,453,428	t3_x6y4p	"To mark with an x" is the verb - the guy was not marking an x on his wrist... he was saying, "hey - there is an "x" on my wrist!" You're right that "To x" something is a proper use, but when you say, "I see an "x" on my wrist" is a mentioning, not a use, of "x."	2	null
RyanKinder	t1_c5q4b02	WritingPrompts	c5q4hig	1,344,453,440	t3_xvr6e	> A few words too many Allow me to offer editorial advice! It's easy to eliminate words and make a story more compact and reduce redundancies. Example: > John gave one final futile push. He grunted with strain, knowing the box would not move. Simply saying "John gave one final futile push while grunting, knowing the box wouldn't move." - Eliminates two words (by using a contraction and eliminating one needless one -- as grunting shows strain, anyhow.) I'll let you decide if you want the challenge of editing down, but here's just another random example: > The box had moved almost four feet in the half hour he had been in the attic. We know he's in the attic already as you mentioned it previously, and the word "had" isn't really needed here. So: "The box moved almost four feet in the half hour he'd been there." (Contraction again to eliminate a word, and cut out the redundancy.) Good story, by the way. Hope this helps you. Cheers. :)	3	null
[deleted]	t1_c5q3tci	WritingPrompts	c5q4hv0	1,344,453,474	t3_x6y4p	Hmm. It's more accurate to say it's consonantal u. Languages that don't have a w around try using lengthened or interrupted u, and it isn't the same.	2	null
Lord_of_Aces	t3_xw3xk	WritingPrompts	c5q4i2p	1,344,453,495	t3_xw3xk	Sable. Yes, that was the word. That was the word that had taken him so long to remember. Why did it matter? Why...why...oh. The night. Sable. Dark and comforting. Sable. Midnight yet? He glanced at his watch. Come and past. Ah well. It was still here, still sable. He should have sent the signal an hour ago, it seems, but it didn't really matter. Now or then, what's the difference? He moved a few feet in the dark and pressed the button they told him to press at midnight. Suddenly, fire, light, noise. Sable no more. Why...? The moon was still there, that was good. Only the guard tower was missing. Noise, sound...popping...yes, gunfire, that's what it's called. But it doesn't matter. The sable is gone, yes. But the moon is still here. The moon. What's the word? Oh, yes, yes, that was it. Radiance.	1	null
Rubrica	t3_xw41w	WritingPrompts	c5q4iab	1,344,453,514	t3_xw41w	Rupert had never wanted to be a cat. He had always liked cats - idolised them, even, as any three-year-old boy might be wont to do - but that was as far as it had ever gone. He would quite often lie down on the sofa, a perfectly happy human child, and play with his very own dear Mr Tibbles. He had never had any desire to actually be a cat himself. Of course, he now knew, thanks to the cynicism that being a cat provided, that one does not always get what one wants in life - sometimes, one gets a load of nonsense thrown at oneself, and it is all one can do to deal with it. Sitting there in his foolishly undersized cat-chair, in a shbirt and with a birthday cake in front of him, Rupert was indeed dealing with a load of nonsense. It had been like this ever since the accident - Rupert's parents trying to ignore or at least be happy with the fact that their son was now a cat, while said son tried not to do anything too foolishly cat-like. He tried to retain some dignity, even in this state. Just the fact that Rupert knew what dignity was had been enough to depress him horribly - before the change, he had been a perfectly happy and ignorant toddler, content to figure the world out as he went along, at his own pace. Cats, though - a three-year-old cat was already any adult, and so he had a whole new world of knowledge thrust upon him, without him even wanting it. It was enough to make even the cutest kitty caliginous. Still, though, he had to brave it - for his parents, at least. Even if he was condemned to a life of feline misery, he wasn't going to condemn his parents to the same. In a way, he enjoyed it, as well - it was a way of rebelling against his new nature. A proper cat would never place the happiness of its family over that of itself, only a human would do that. It was the very least he could do. Emitting a weary sigh as he did so, Rupert blew out the four birthday candles before him, and watched with a melancholy lack of interest as the flames flickered away into nothing, just as he had done. "Four cheers for the birthday cat!" He gritted his uncomfortably sharp teeth as his parents cheered him on with his futile life, and he tried to block it out. At least there was cake, though - even as a cat, he could enjoy that. He ate it up with a typical feline voraciousness, and excused himself from the table for a while. Perhaps, now, he could finally get some peace on this horrible day. He just hoped that Mr Tibbles didn"t have a surprise birthday present in store for him. Rupert still wasn't quite used to the idea of dead mice. --- I hope you're happy with this, because I felt ludicrous writing it. Also, apologies for any typos - I wrote it first on my typewriter, and I have not yet grown used to the peculiarly different layout of my Bluetooth keyboard. EDIT: Oh gosh, here I am with this little piece of whimsy, while you're all above me being all sophisticated an writing serious things. I feel like a plebeian.	5	null
a_lot_of_fish	t1_c5q4h5h	WritingPrompts	c5q4kqg	1,344,453,753	t3_x6y4p	[](/b13) [](/b13) [](/b13 "You know that's what we're all thinking") Now I'm regretting not making my name fishfishfish.	126	null
Jaboaflame	t3_xvr6e	WritingPrompts	c5q4ldn	1,344,453,814	t3_xvr6e	James found the tape in a musty cellar "volunteering" to clean out an old, dead woman's trash-heap apartment. The stench of must, decay, and stale cooking still radiated from it. Disgusting. The video had occupied unusual spot - behind the run-down bed frame, wrapped in a cloth - which had prompted him to "borrow" it. He closed the door of his room though he was home alone. Hopefully, there'd be nothing he'd regret. After a gentle push, the VCR swallowed the tape and flapped its mouth closed gratefully. The screen displayed grey streaks that soon eroded into landscapes of green fields. A young woman stepped into view and spoke into the camera: "Year 2151. If you want the utopia to exist, you must act now -they're coming." James stood. Peered from his window. Opened the door. Silence. There was nothi-- The world pitched black, all noises of life disappearing. The chirping birds, slight summer breeze gone. He stood in the blackness; a man appeared, but all the light was on him. No shadows, no stray beams illuminating his surroundings. Unnatural. His eyes were dark, swirling pits of oblivion. The figure growled, "There is no escape," before the stabbing darkness encased James.	1	null
artbn	t1_c5jytfo	WritingPrompts	c5q4ltr	1,344,453,858	t3_x6y4p	Am I the only one who wants to know what happens after?	13	null
[deleted]	t1_c5jytfo	WritingPrompts	c5q4qy5	1,344,454,334	t3_x6y4p	[deleted]	9	null
Jaboaflame	t3_xo6tl	WritingPrompts	c5q4r4r	1,344,454,352	t3_xo6tl	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 read those books... Reading gripping novels. I love to read most novels. Places where I can sit and read All the things I love to read. Except for all the romance. I hate stupid romance.	3	null
SurvivorType	t1_c5q4qy5	WritingPrompts	c5q4roi	1,344,454,404	t3_x6y4p	Yes it is! Thanks for noticing!	10	null
spcowboy53	t3_xw41w	WritingPrompts	c5q4rti	1,344,454,417	t3_xw41w	"At least the cake came out right..." He thought. It was the fifteenth cake he'd been forced to bake for himself since his mother died. Same ingredients every time. The strawberries and buttercream, the only memory he held against the tired backdrop of the mundane. The list of ingredients, frayed and edges torn, was lazily strolling through his mind as he looked at the cake. Behind the cake was an empty kitchen. "Four candles," he said aloud, testing the air, "Will I be four forever?" This night was nothing more than ritual. Devin wasn't going to eat this cake. He was going to mourn it. Hold it aloft. He didn't even get himself presents.	10	null
disconomis	t3_xvr6e	WritingPrompts	c5q4sq1	1,344,454,506	t3_xvr6e	He had passed away quietly. “What else is new?” thought Michael as he gathered knick knacks from off the shelf. Michael couldn’t understand why anyone would collect things like this. A commemorative mug from the local horse racing track. A snow globe with more dust on top of it than “snow” inside of it. Michael clapped his hands together, getting the dust off, and reached up to the top shelf. A VHS tape awaited him. No dust. The blue screen struggled to illuminate the dimly lit room. It was the same blue screen that Michael had loved seeing as a child. The screen of anticipation. The image flickered to life. Michael tried to process what he saw. A seven year old Michael stood at the plate. The pitch was inside, but his swing was solid. The ball carried and carried, clearing the fence by a mile. The children rejoiced and swarmed Michael as he stepped on home plate. The camera shifted harshly. The next image was a waist-level shot of the cameraman quickly walking away. The man removed his hat and sunglasses and wiped tears from his eyes. The tape ended. Michael fought back his own tears. “Damn it, dad.”	3	null
ismoketabacco	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q4sur	1,344,454,518	t3_xw1k6	This subreddit is awesome. It is the first one I've subscribed to so far. Of course, I do need to get in writing shape again, so sorry for any wrongs I might make. And a question: do you guys post prompts for other languages as well? It would be interesting to practice, I guess.	6	null
[deleted]	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q4tj2	1,344,454,579	t3_xw1k6	[deleted]	1	null
phreakyP	t1_c5pzx55	WritingPrompts	c5q4tny	1,344,454,591	t3_x6y4p	It's there. Sentence starts in brackets "[ ]"	-2	null
RyanKinder	t1_c5q4sur	WritingPrompts	c5q4vat	1,344,454,741	t3_xw1k6	Welcome! :) > do you guys post prompts for other languages as well? It would be interesting to practice, I guess. Prompts like that wouldn't get much play, unfortunately, because it's such a specific audience. However, a good idea if you wanted to do just prompts in one language would be to start a different sub. For example /r/SpanishWritingPrompts or whatever other language. Then, if you'd like, we'd link to it in the sidebar.	4	null
yeehe	t1_c5q4kqg	WritingPrompts	c5q4vgy	1,344,454,757	t3_x6y4p	"That's a lotta fish" nods in agreement	32	null
ffn	t1_c5q4kqg	WritingPrompts	c5q4xga	1,344,454,944	t3_x6y4p	That would be a lot of fish.	3	null
[deleted]	t1_c5pzx55	WritingPrompts	c5q4y02	1,344,454,998	t3_x6y4p	Doesn't the sentence that starts with "W" in the brackets count?	-2	null
[deleted]	t3_xvr6e	WritingPrompts	c5q4y4q	1,344,455,011	t3_xvr6e	[deleted]	1	null
[deleted]	t3_x6y4p	WritingPrompts	c5q4ybn	1,344,455,028	t3_x6y4p	[deleted]	1	null
immarried	t1_c5q4kqg	WritingPrompts	c5q4ygp	1,344,455,040	t3_x6y4p	Its not the name so much, but the smell of it all.	3	null
marketinequality	t1_c5jsa7s	WritingPrompts	c5q4ykv	1,344,455,053	t3_x6y4p	Simply genius.	2	null
HeWhoMakesItRain	t3_xjtyn	WritingPrompts	c5q4z6s	1,344,455,106	t3_xjtyn	-A: I don't know what I'm going to do without you. -B: You'll be fine. You already have someone to take care of that for you. -A: It's not the same, it never has been. -B: What do you want me to say? I tried to be there for you but I wasn't good enough. -A: You were. You were too good for me. That's why I was scared, I didn't know what to make of it. -B: That's not what you told me. Last I heard, the distance was going to be too much, and now you're faced with a similar dilemma. -A: This is different. Distance isn't the problem, you're the problem. -B: How dare you say something like that. -A: I only mean that I can't stop thinking about you. -B: That's not my fault, that's yours. Whatever is going on beneath that thin skull of yours is the problem. -A: This isn't what I need right now, I need help. I miss you, and I know I'm going to even more when I leave. -B: Do you just want me to tell you everything is going to be okay? That I'll miss you just as much? That I'll fly right on over there and comfort you when the lights go off at night? I just...sigh...I just can't do that. -A: No, I just want you to tell me you'll be there for me. I need you to tell me that. -B: I'm sure Jennifer will be there for you. Don't suck me into this. -A: I don't want her to be there for me, I want you. That's why I asked you to meet with me, in person. I had to see you while you were coming through, can't you see that? -B: Yes. -A: So? -B: So what? Of course I'll miss you, I'll miss you like I have the past year, but it's not my duty to keep running around after you to make sure you're okay. -A: I know, I just want things to go back to the way they were. -B: And how does Jennifer feel about this? -A: She doesn't. -B: What do you mean? -A: She doesn't feel anything because she doesn't know. -B: About what? -A: Nothing. -B: Tell me. About what? About you and me? -A: Maybe. -B: Don't be a smartass. You mean to tell me that you never said anything to her about us? -A: Yes. -B: Is this a fucking joke? Not a single fucking word? -A: No, not one. -B: You're an asshole, you know that? Have fun on your fucking trip. Please refrain from talking to me ever again. Goodbye you jerk off.	1	null
[deleted]	t1_c5q2ukz	WritingPrompts	c5q4zak	1,344,455,116	t3_x6y4p	[No.](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Long_s)	6	null
Arbuthnot	t3_xw1k6	WritingPrompts	c5q4zcg	1,344,455,121	t3_xw1k6	I'm so glad for the new bestof policy where the default subreddits are forbidden, because I don't think I would have found this amazing subreddit if it wasn't bestof'd. I'm so glad I found it, gonna be a regular here I think!	2	null
icansaywhatever	t1_c5q37qm	WritingPrompts	c5q4zk2	1,344,455,136	t3_xvr6e	That's good! Thanks!	2	null
Casual_Salmon	t1_c5q4kqg	WritingPrompts	c5q4zzg	1,344,455,175	t3_x6y4p	I know that feel brethren	13	null
Le_Jonny_41293	t1_c5q11cp	WritingPrompts	c5q522w	1,344,455,372	t3_xvr6e	Number of words: 206	1	null
Le_Jonny_41293	t1_c5q15tf	WritingPrompts	c5q52ml	1,344,455,420	t3_xvr6e	Number of words: 208	2	null
iruleatants	t3_xw3xk	WritingPrompts	c5q52qp	1,344,455,430	t3_xw3xk	He stretched out his arms; it felt good to be moving again. Bits of dust fell far below him, but it did not bother him, he had slept for a long time, but it was time for him to wake up. He stood up, stretching his leg muscles, his claws gripping the edge with precision, helping him to remain balanced. He gazed out over the city, with its many lights, and slowly unfurled his wings. A last glance back at the bright moon, remembering the last time that he had awoken, a smile crossed his lips. One final shake of his body, and he left from the tower, stretched his mighty wings , and soared out over the city, for a night of fun before he slept once again.	2	null

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>Weightlessness cradled the man as the years of dedication rolled off his shoulders and the faintest smile, the first in years, appeared on his face as he worked the knife I think this is W.

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That's awesome. I liked that book.

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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. ------------------- 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 off as they glided down the road. “Hey.” Tyler nudged Herrera, whose head snapped up. “You’re bobbing for cock.” Herrera shook his head like a dog and wiped his eyes. “Okay. Okay.” He leaned forward under the weight of his gear and fumbled around in his drop pounce to produce a can of Rip It. Tyler turned his full attention back onto the black strip of asphalt slicing through the sand in front of him. He noted every pile of trash and irregularity in the road and breathed easier when they passed them. “How you doing up there, Schultz?” Tyler back. Shultz offered standard short reply from the turret, punctuated with a homophobic slur. “You too,” Tyler replied quietly, tapping his trigger finger on the wheel. The lead vehicle was slowing down and turning off the highway. “Okay, here we go. We’re almost back.” Tyler watched the sign warning everyone to stay back or be shot in both English and Arabic bounce along with its Humvee as they began to navigate their new, unpaved route. Tyler took a deep breath and sat up straighter for a better vantage point as he followed the other vehicle. Behind him, Schultz braced his feet against the floor as they lurched off the pavement. Herrera drained the last bit of his Rip It as they moved onto more even ground and stuffed the empty back in his drop pouch, humming a song Tyler didn’t know. The convoy had slowed considerably, and their Humvee was considerably louder as it shuddered along the rocky path. Now visibly alert, Herrera scanned their surroundings, his eyes lingering on everything alongside the road. He furrowed his brow at an oddly shaped pile of rocks. “They better avoid that shit,” he said, repositioning his rifle between his knees. Apparently, the driver in the lead vehicle had the same thought, because they gave the haphazardly piled rocks a wide berth, dipping off the road bit. The second vehicle followed suit, matching the lead’s line. Both Tyler and Herrera leaned forward and peered over the hood. “Follow their tire tracks,” he instructed. Tyler gripped the wheel with both hands, glancing over at the pile of rocks that was now almost directly to their right. “If I knew you were going to tell me how to drive, I wouldn’t hav—“ “More to the left, more to the left,” Herrera cut Tyler off. Tyler sighed, and eased through the softer sand, following the same path the previous vehicles had, his finger furiously tapping on the wheel. Completing the little detour, their vehicle lurched back onto the road and fell back in line behind the other Humvees, accelerating forward. Herrera sat back, opened his mouth and there was a bright light. Intense heat punctuated the stillness that had suddenly enveloped Tyler and he felt himself slam against something. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the steering wheel, the dash of the Humvee. Instead, he found himself stumbling forward on unsteady legs. He came to a stop, took a knee and hunkered down behind the second vehicle. He hefted his rifle up to provide security. Heavy footsteps impacted the sand and Sgt. Flood skidded down next to him. “Wright. You okay?” Tyler peered down his optic and murmured something affirmative. He was shaking furiously as his finger, straight and off the trigger, tapped out an erratic beat on his rifle. Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler watched Sgt. Flood evaluate him. He cursed and then lumbered away, calling out to the rear Humvee. There was a flurry of activity around him, people yelling and dismounting. He heard a few people shout Herrera’s name. He didn’t answer. Schultz commented on the state of their Humvee from somewhere behind him. Tyler didn't answer him. There wasn’t any contact, and no one fired their weapons. Tyler remained in the same spot, endlessly scanning the horizon, looking for targets as his finger rapped endlessly away.

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>With a suffocating weariness he amazes himself that his hands are calm and steady. With a suffocating spaghetti he amazes spaghetti that his hands are moms spaghetti.

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thanks haha i fucked that one up pretty bad the first time.

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Yeah... It's too bad I can't downvote you.

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I've noticed a great way for smaller subreddits to shoot up in subscribers is to get a comment Bestov'd.

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Nope, it just reminds people that they need to listen to more metal...

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And *from* all the new subscribers - thank you. This is a seriously amazing subreddit - I can barely even begin to comprehend how useful this might be for me.

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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 anymore, my morning routine is so ingrained in my physical memory; I could do it blindfolded and still be on time. I stepped outside with my coffee to watch the sun slowly come up and have a smoke. Something is wrong, different. I have been ignoring the pain for some time, but as I stepped outside it came shooting past all mental barriers urging me to acknowledge its existence. I winced a bit and sat down and smoked my cigarette in defiance, refusing to let it change my routine. Like a set of dominos, if one thing moves out of place, the pattern is ruined; disastrous for my already precarious reality. I went back inside and finished dressing and made a sad lunch of leftover rice from last night. As I made my lunch I calculated how much I would need for today and tomorrow. Damn, I ate too much last night. Rice is incredibly unsatisfying but it fills me up, and at the end of the week more food will come. Next week I will be working for rent, but this week its food. My work day began as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I was hired for my brain, at least that what my boss likes to remind me of when he thinks I am not working hard enough. I usually shoulder his criticisms. I know I am lowly worker bee, and he’s the reason I have any food at all. But today, something was wrong. That pain wouldn’t let me think and I couldn’t push it away. If I can’t think I can’t work. My boss noticed this with disgust. He exiled me from the office until I took care of “the problem.” I am now sitting outside a free clinic. I don’t go to work to go to the doctor. I cannot decide which pain is worse: the one in my head or the one that will show up when the rice runs out. edit: spacing and spelling

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It wasn't there earlier. That's why I asked. Thanks for pointing out he added it! >Veins exposed by the night’s exertion and age met the blade. X on his left wrist, then one quick pull across the throat before the knife was plunged into his heart. Was the original before adding "W" into his story.

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Another birthday? They all seem to blend together now. As usual, I'm wearing my Sunday's best to this pity party. I used to love sweets, but now I have cholesterol and blood sugar levels to worry about. Just a sliver for me, thanks. I put my game face on as best as possible. I don't want to depress everyone. They're all there for me. What should I wish for? I have a favorite mouse toy already. A scratching post. The litter box is usually clean. I know - less hairballs. That seems to be what I wish for every year, it never comes true. "What are you gunna wish for little buddy?" I can't tell if my master is being condescending as he scratches the top of my head. God, I hate him sometimes, but he knows I love headrubs. I linger, staring at the candles for a few more moments. I know my wish: I want to go outside. I want to hunt while I still have a youthful spring in my legs. I want... to live.

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In the sentence beginning with G, it should be "begun" not "began".

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seconded. hope you can handle a wave or two of unintentional faux pas' for those of us just getting started!

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Uuouu.

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Always' been like this. Bullshit everywhere, all the time. Can't take much more of this. Don't know what to do. Even if it stopped now, I've been through too much already. Fuck my life. Gonna have to get out of here maybe. Have a break from all this fucking bullshit! I decided then it was time, so I left. Just as I was packing my stuff something came to my mind. Knowing that it couldn't get any worse, I could now choose wherever I wanted to go and have no regrets. Lithuania. Mexico. Nigeria. Only one step away from becoming independent. Perhaps even free! "Quiero ser libre!", I shouted in a great Spanish accent. Really great accent. So, I did it. Took my belongings and went out of this goddamn place forever. Upon arrival at the airport I knew I was doing the right thing. Vagina. Where to go? Xavier would know. Yesterday I had a friend but now I have none. Zero.

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Shitty UUatercolour!

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You're too kind. :)

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I saw the best of this morning and had no idea that this subreddit existed. This might be what I need to get my wordslinging in proper order.

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Burn!

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That's awesome

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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, as no one ever sends me anything, but I did anyway, forced by habit I suppose. To my surprise there was a small package wrapped in brown paper with my name and address scrawled upon one side in black ink. I checked all over for a return address, but to no avail. "That's odd" I muttered to myself as I tucked the package under my arm and began climbing the two flights of stairs that lead to my apartment. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment, I immediately set the package down, eager to reveal its contents. As I began to unwrap the box from its brown paper covering, I noticed there was no form of postage anywhere on the package, the box must have been delivered by hand. Removing the brown wrapping paper revealed a simple wooden box. I briefly considered calling the police, however my curiosity got the better of me. With some apprehension, I opened the box. The box contained but two slips of paper. One piece of paper was a printed photograph of the United States' President. The other slip had printed on it an address located in Washington D.C. and the message "I trust you know what needs to be done. -V"

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http://i.word.com/idictionary/x

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We'd love to have you with us. :)

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First time poster. Feedback appreciated. ========== Three friends rented a lake-cabin for the weekend. Friday night was filled with tears of laughter, screeches of joy and a long walk down memory lane. Saturday they played cards, cooked and reminisced some more. It was a good time. Sunday morning, Jane walks into the living room to find a laughing Barbara watching the television. “What are you laughing at?” Jane asked. “Oh I woke up early, there’s no signal up here in the mountains so I threw in the only VHS tape I found here. It’s a home video of some local comedian, he’s pretty funny.” Barbara replied. Jane looked at the tape in the VCR with the number seven written on it in thick, black ink, looked at Barbara and said, “That’s odd, I watched that tape yesterday when Suze and you were in town. It’s of someone’s kids by the lake. I remember the number seven on it. It’s the only tape here. I searched the cabin looking for something more interesting.” Barbara turned around to the sound of a bedroom door opening to hear Sandy say “It is the only tape in the place all right, I searched also, why would someone tape their funeral?”

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I believe those were to indicate that he added it later, after being told he missed it.

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Hey, I cheated. I've done this before, but its a good one so I'll post. I did it for talk like a pirate day - you might even learn some new jargon! --------------------------------------------------------------- “Shiver me timbers!” shouted the captain. “There’s trouble afoot!” Usually pirates would be thrilled to spot another vessel, but this ship was different… Venturing pirates are afraid only of one thing, hulks^1. With its red ensign^2 flaring, the hulk began to engage. “Xebecs^3 are not what we are up against,” stated the captain with a hint of sarcasm. “Ye must get to your posts quickly, aye, and fend off these landlubbers!!!” Zipping to their positions quickly, the pirate crew got ready to defend themselves. All hands were ready at their positions to fend off the approaching hulk. Backtracking to gain firing position, the pirates prepared to fire chain shot^4 so that the hulk would be easier to board^5. Chain shot from the pirate’s six pounders^6 soon found its way to the hulk’s masts and sails, rendering the hulk immobile. Devastating direct blasts from the hulk’s cannons tore holes in the side of the pirate ship, sending splinters soaring everywhere. Ere long the buccaneers were all on deck, readying gangplanks. Filing alongside the stock-still hulk, the buccaneers were ardent for action, spewing curses at their enemy. Gunshots from blunderbusses rocketed through the air just before the two ships aligned. Heaving the gangplanks from vessel to vessel, the scurvy dogs initiated their assault. In a blink of an eye, there was a colossal inrush of combating bodies. Jolly Roger versus red ensign; this would be an epic fracas. Keen on pushing back the pirates, the navy tars^7 fought to hold their ground, but to no avail. Legions of merciless marauders streamed forth and there was no stopping them. Mustering, the tars attempted a final valiant retaliation, one last push at redemption, aye, but it was worth nil. Naught could stop the band of scalawags; dauntless efficacy pushed the cutlass over the rapier. Only the admiral remained, but shortly he was dancing the hempen jig^8. Plundering began without delay; the pirates had a new (and superior) ship once they replaced the ripped sails. Quickly they transferred all their equipment to their new vessel, scuttled the old ship, and set sail for more adventures. “Raise the Jolly Roger, men,” instructed the captain, “Aye, AND THEN FOR ME RUM AND BUMBOO^9!!!” Scallywag Vocabulary 1. British navy ship 2. British flag 3. Small Mediterranean ships 4. Two halves of cannonballs linked together by chain, for tearing down sails 5. Come alongside a ship and then fight man to man 6. Cannons 7. Sailors 8. Hung 9. Alcoholic beverage flavored with sugar and nutmeg

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I just realized for the first time in my life that W is pronounced "ooh-uh," or two different U sounds in succession.

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Who knows, maybe I can finish my book and then burn it. :D

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The last piece of broken promises had shattered onto the floor. She couldn’t take it anymore. Tonight she was finally taking things into her own hands, under her own control. The tree top swayed as she scaled down its trunk and onto the hard ground. She took one last look at the house filled with dead dreams, wiped the tears from her eyes, and took off. She ran through town and out into the woods. She passed a landscape of wasted years. Memories flashed through her thoughts interrupting her pace. In the empty forest she let out a loud scream and fell to the ground trembling. “Why, why, why, why?” she kept screaming, pounding her fists into the ground. Hours later she awoke. She picked herself up, wiped off the dirt, and continued. Her feet pumping across the land, gaining ground, she burst from the forest. The moon eloquently outlined where she would meet him. She glanced at her phone one last time then threw it away. This was the end of whom she used to be and the beginning of who she wanted to be.

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I just found this subreddit and I am excited to lurk and then write.

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I logged in just to upvote this story. Excellent work!

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that'll show em

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UUaƒhington*

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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 known as the treasure keepers, had succeeded making several well thought out reformations, and by the time of their death, the country's economy had been restored to it's former glory. When the original treasure keepers had died, their children were to take over. On the date of August 4th, 2012, Samantha Barnes and Aron Noble, two of the new treasure keepers were found dead. "Poison", Jon remarked with a look of despair in his eye. Only two months ago, Jon had been promoted to an Inspector in New York's Finest. At the time, Jon had never been more excited when he heard the few, fine words from the chief of police. "Welcome back, Inspector Barnes." But now, the badge he wore was not of honor, but of shame. Ever since Samantha had died, he was a shadow of his former self. "Who could have wanted to poison her? She did nothing to harm anyone!" Jon said to the chief. "Samantha and Aron had one thing in common. They were treasure keepers." "Then why haven't James and Alex died yet?" The inspector asked. "That's what I was wondering." **Chapter two and stuff** "James, are you sure this will work?" "Of course it will, Alex, all we have to do is manipulate the system. They make it so easy for us!" James and Alex were always the best of friends growing up. They both shared the same rebellious feelings against their parents, and they grew closer. They had orchestrated the plan a year ago, and all their cards were in play but one. The piece of paper Alex had to sign, to eliminate all currency, and set the world back years. "They were better times," James said. "Less greedy, rich people, when every man had an honest trade." And with that said, Alex sighed and wrote his signature on the piece of parchment. It was then that currency had been completely wiped from the United States, causing an economic crisis across the entire world.

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Definitely happy I found this subreddit. I haven't been writing at all - I feel that this might help immensely

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It was rare getting mail. Rarer from the dead. Charlie supposedly died years ago, but sent a package postmarked yesterday.

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[Yes, but he did not use "x," he mentioned "x."](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Use%E2%80%93mention_distinction) He merely mentioned that there was an "x" written on the person's arm.

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Ending reminded me of this, if some find it familiar: "Then she sank down to her knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through the cardboard, through the cushioning and right through the center of Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun."

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what r u doin l8r ;0

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dude. this was sick. woww. major props man [5].

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Well, you can put that book on a kindle. Why do you think they call it that? So you burn your own books. :)

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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 afar, this concept finally clicked, finally resonated at a point where my mind could develop into an internal track for my train of thoughts to follow. "Paper, small pieces of metals combined into circles, cards that could not be torn by hand only broken..." said the old man. How would this work? Why would people find such easily destroyable, misplaceble and replaceable things so valueable? "You could get anything you wanted if you had enough. A knife you didn't have to make or inherit, a house you didn't even have to build, even a life supply of food and water so long as you had enough!..." The youth brush it off, no way such an amazing theory could have ever been true. I've heard enough to fuel my thoughts. I look around and see my village, built from whatever anyone could find to make a home. In the distance I see what looks like an animal moving at incredible speed... almost impossibly fast for any animal to be moving... is it made of metal? Panic ensues, everyone runs for fear of the unknown. I stay, I must, I have to know what this is. It comes to a slidding stop leaving incredible tracks behind it. The sides of this metal beast open and out steps a man. A man? A living breathing man birthed by metal... This man approaches me talking in a tongue I've never heard... He pulls a countainer of sorts out of his metal beast and opens it to reveal something I would have never believed I'd see ever... Paper, but not regular paper, some sort of valuable paper. I try to grab it to look but I get tackled to the ground by more men who emerged from his metal beast... Why? What makes this so valuable? In the distance I see more different metal beasts traveling towards us. They seem angrier, bigger, and more destructive... Ripping trees out of the ground, destroying hills leaving behind flat paths... When it clicked. Paper is valueable to them and they are bigger and better armed. In order to survive, we must assimilate to their lifestyle or be taken by metal beasts... Survival is valueable, just as paper is.

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I'm so happy to have found this subreddit! Yay for front page goodness!

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I think you mean NATAS LIAH. ".HAIL SATAN naem uoy kniht I" tnaem I, yrroS

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What is this? Some kind of agrarian propaganda? Death before tractors?

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYBUuJQ94kE

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1,344,452,803

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UUaffles*

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JooksKIDD

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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 tomorrow?" She snickers and turns her back to him. "If the Money Crisis of '12 hadn't happened you'd still be a virgin". "Ha, I found a way to capitalize on my situation and took it. You're just a slut for obliging". He cackles loudly. She grimaces with her face out of his view. These words sting her deeply. Before the money crisis she was an innocent girl, one of the quiet ones. She enjoyed staying in her house and playing video games for hours a day slowly garnering an addiction. After the crisis she needed a new way to get her electronic fix. She turned to prostitution - which in this time had become a world wide epidemic and legalized. Pimpsta's ruled the land and the world reverted back into a male dominated society. She was different. She turned around sharply and struck the man in the face. His nose buckled under pressure and exploded in a mess of cartilage and warm red blood. He screamed as he clutched his face and stared at the girl. Standing 5'3 with pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes it was inconceivable to him how she could hit so well. "Your Pimpsta will deal with you but not after I take care of you first!" He lunged for her. He was a heavy set man and was slow on his movements. She slides around him to his side and kicks low at his knees. A sharp crack is heard and the man buckles over unimaginable pain. He tries to get up but is met with another swift blow to the back of the neck and blacks out. The girl stands over him and mutters under her breath, "I don't have a fuckin' pimp." She takes a drag of his still lit cigarette and drops it on his back. It solders his skin and the smell of burning flesh mixed with tobacco rises. She turns around and walks into the dark locker behind the passed out man. She emerges minutes later clutching 2 Xbox 360's and a bunch of games. She throws it in her duffle bag, walks to the window, and jumps into the night.

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Edit: 200 exactly John gave another futile push, grunting, knowing the box would not move. Still, something motivated him to delve deeper into the attic. Besides, he knew if he quit his task he would only be given another. Couldn't he have some time to just remember his grandfather? John stepped back to admire his own work. The box had moved almost four feet in half an hour. Moving to the side he realized if he pushed it a foot further, he could squeeze through a crack between two boxes. Fifteen minutes later, he was inside. The first box on the inside that caught his eye simply said "John". He saw a box for each grandchild, fifteen total. Inside the box was items from his childhood. A ticket from a baseball game he had gone to with his grandfather, a picture of them together, an old VHS tape. He played the tape on the nearby TV. It was a video of John only five and his grandfather, playing together and laughing. John didn't remember the events he was watching. He saw himself and his grandfather, happy together. Two hours later his mom found him, watching it for the third time in a row.

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"With a suffocating weariness, he is amazed that his hands are [still] calm and steady". ftfh

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After talking to her dad about it, she made a decision. Being the good grade student she was, she wanted to try an AP class. Calling to her teacher in class the day before, she had gotten the "ok" to go into advanced placement in that subject. "Dang it," she thought to herself as she recalled her conversation with her math teacher earlier in the day. "Every mainstream student must stay in mainstream in highschool unless they take a summer course," she had told her. Fine. Gretchen didn't want to do AP math anyways. Highschool would be stressful enough without having to do extra homework every day. Instead, she looked into science. Just because she made A's in there didn't mean she could handle AP science. Keeping the thought in her head, she wrote down a reminder to ask her teacher. Later the next day she asked her teacher if she thought she should do it or not. "Maybe," said her teacher as she sorted through assignments from the previous day. "Now just remember though, if you do, you might not get as good of grades. You know this, right?" "Oh, yes ma'am, I know. Please let me know before I sign up for my classes." Questioning her next year of school, she walked out of the classroom. "Ready for highschool?" asked one of her friends coming up to her in the hall. "Some of the parties look like fun. The actual education looks more challenging, though. Unlike most people, I'll have to spend half my time studying." Very few people understood why Gretchen wanted good grades and a good education so badly. Well how else would she get a good paying job later on in life? Xerxes played on her mp3 as she tried to relax that night. Yearning for highschool to hit be simple, she took off her shoes. Zipping her bag up until she had to sin up for her classes, she let herself drift off to sleep. The end. That. Took me. Forever. T_T

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The light filled the basement as Stacey flipped the switch. It had been a hard few months for her. Nothing had seemed to go her way. She looked at all of his things around the room and started to pack them into boxes. She picked up his hat that was left in there. He wore it everyday. She looked at it with her deep eyes. She felt the brim of it and with a sudden burst of anger, she threw it into the box. She had a sense of relief he was gone. No more pain or suffering. She could finally live her life. However, she still wanted him to come back just like every hopeless lover. She continued to go through his things and pile them into the box. As she was wiping the months of dust off of the television stand, she noticed something unusual. A VHS tape. There was no label or markings on it. She crammed it into her VCR. "Hey Stacy. I know things are getting bad" he said in a low voice. "I want you to know, whatever happens, I love you." Her eyes began to swell as she wished the cancer wouldn't have taken him.

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jjackrabbitt

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Despite how hard Laura tried to make it a joyous occasion, Charles' birthday was nevertheless just another painful reminder of how much time had passed. Learning to enjoy cat food, clean himself and deal with hairballs, working out a rudimentary form of communication all seemed like temporary fixes a couple years ago. But Laura, ever the optimist, had chided him into coping with his "condition." Charles stared blankly at the candles flickering before him. His wife smiled cheerfully opposite him, crooning "happy birthday." He stared straight through her, thinking about that night. If he hadn't been drinking. If he had been watching were I was going. If he hadn't bullied Laura into giving him road head. If he hadn't been such an asshole, he might have avoided that cat in the road. But no. I was an asshole. A drunk, bullying asshole, Charles thought bitterly. And so I hit that old woman's cat. That old woman, who was howling unlike any person or animal he'd ever heard before when he exited the car, begging for forgiveness. Charles glanced out the window as he thought about how the woman had wheeled around, snarling and spitting at him. How he barely heard Laura's muffled shriek as the woman bit into the cat, spewing its blood all over Charles face, chanting gibberish. How the next day, he'd woken up as a cat. And how he'd remained that way ever since. He turned his attention back to Laura, who was finishing up the song. "Make a wish!" she chirped. Charles sighed and looked at the candles. I wish I wasn't a fucking cat, he thought. He mentally paused for a moment, and decided that he'd settle for his neighbor to start leaving her blinds open again when she brought guys home. Then he nodded to Laura, who blew out the candles.

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Weightlessness. It's in there.

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As I walked in the door you could not help but notice the strange atmosphere in this place.Bars don't normally give off this vibe. Connies place was different tho. Dirty pictures hanging on the wall. Esoteric curtains everywhere .Fuck don't even get me started on the lighting .God damn motherfuckers couldn't decorate for shit..Hell if I didn't know any better i would say this place was getting ready for some kinda crazy party. I always kept my gun tucked into the front of my pants.Just in case things went south quick.Killing people tends to make situations head that way.Looking at the dirty old mirror on the wall. My reflection smiled back at me .Not a bad looking guy at all.Only thing i could find wrong with my self was the broken nose.Punched in by some drunk last week .Queer thing being sucker punched. Really I was looking for the cocksucker that did this to my nose. Suddenly i spot him from across the room.Taking out anything in my path was my only thought.Under the table i pulled out my gun and cocked it.Very quietly i stood up and began to make my way towards this asshole. While i was moving he must have spotted me.X marks the spot and his head just happend to make a natural one dead center of his fore head. "You mother fucker tell me your name before i kill you." "Zach" was all i let him get out before placing my bullet right smack dab in the middle of that x.

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the_zechman

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Its only natural. At 68 years old, why would we want to leave? Jane and I wanted to rip up our tickets home right there. We would just live in Paris. Is it that strange? Is it truly outrageous to do something so careless at that age? I didn't think so. What else did we have? We had a nice home, a nice neighborhood, and a nice life. But we could have so much more. The city, the people, the food, the culture, it just seems so carefree. So....thoughtless. That's what amazed me. There was no thought needed to have happiness. We could just...live. We could just take any moment by the reins and lead it and control it and love it. No bills to be paid, no lawn to be cut, just living. But we both knew it couldn't happen. Nothing is that perfect...

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jjackrabbitt

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Yup, that's how I saw it this morning. I'm really enjoying reading all the stuff here and I think I'll like contributing every now and then.

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hiimbrooke

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He said "X on his left wrist." It is correct when using the definition "to mark with an x."

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Ryan picked up the VHS and placed it into the player, hesitating for only a moment, and waited for the tape to start playing. After a brief pause, the tape played just static, and he ejected the tap before picking up the next one from a pile that never seemed to end. With a sigh, he put the next tape in, and waited for it to play.

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I fee uuhat you did there. old englifh is the beft.

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nerdsgym

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This will help me get into a new habit of expressing myself in a creative way. Looks like it would be fun.

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spikespikespike

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I like your username.

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saranaclake123

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Sasha looked out of his window,

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"To mark with an x" is the verb - the guy was not marking an x on his wrist... he was saying, "hey - there is an "x" on my wrist!" You're right that "To x" something is a proper use, but when you say, "I see an "x" on my wrist" is a *mentioning*, not a *use*, of "x."

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RyanKinder

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> A few words too many Allow me to offer editorial advice! It's easy to eliminate words and make a story more compact and reduce redundancies. Example: > John gave one final futile push. He grunted with strain, knowing the box would not move. Simply saying "John gave one final futile push while grunting, knowing the box wouldn't move." - Eliminates two words (by using a contraction and eliminating one needless one -- as grunting shows strain, anyhow.) I'll let you decide if you want the challenge of editing down, but here's just another random example: > The box had moved almost four feet in the half hour he had been in the attic. We know he's in the attic already as you mentioned it previously, and the word "had" isn't really needed here. So: "The box moved almost four feet in the half hour he'd been there." (Contraction again to eliminate a word, and cut out the redundancy.) Good story, by the way. Hope this helps you. Cheers. :)

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Hmm. It's more accurate to say it's consonantal u. Languages that don't have a w around try using lengthened or interrupted u, and it isn't the same.

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Sable. Yes, that was the word. That was the word that had taken him so long to remember. Why did it matter? Why...why...oh. The night. Sable. Dark and comforting. Sable. Midnight yet? He glanced at his watch. Come and past. Ah well. It was still here, still sable. He should have sent the signal an hour ago, it seems, but it didn't really matter. Now or then, what's the difference? He moved a few feet in the dark and pressed the button they told him to press at midnight. Suddenly, fire, light, noise. Sable no more. Why...? The moon was still there, that was good. Only the guard tower was missing. Noise, sound...popping...yes, gunfire, that's what it's called. But it doesn't matter. The sable is gone, yes. But the moon is still here. The moon. What's the word? Oh, yes, yes, that was it. Radiance.

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Rupert had never wanted to be a cat. He had always liked cats - idolised them, even, as any three-year-old boy might be wont to do - but that was as far as it had ever gone. He would quite often lie down on the sofa, a perfectly happy human child, and play with his very own dear Mr Tibbles. He had never had any desire to actually be a cat himself. Of course, he now knew, thanks to the cynicism that being a cat provided, that one does not always get what one wants in life - sometimes, one gets a load of nonsense thrown at oneself, and it is all one can do to deal with it. Sitting there in his foolishly undersized cat-chair, in a shbirt and with a birthday cake in front of him, Rupert was indeed dealing with a load of nonsense. It had been like this ever since the accident - Rupert's parents trying to ignore or at least be happy with the fact that their son was now a cat, while said son tried not to do anything too foolishly cat-like. He tried to retain some dignity, even in this state. Just the fact that Rupert knew what dignity was had been enough to depress him horribly - before the change, he had been a perfectly happy and ignorant toddler, content to figure the world out as he went along, at his own pace. Cats, though - a three-year-old cat was already any adult, and so he had a whole new world of knowledge thrust upon him, without him even wanting it. It was enough to make even the cutest kitty caliginous. Still, though, he had to brave it - for his parents, at least. Even if he was condemned to a life of feline misery, he wasn't going to condemn his parents to the same. In a way, he enjoyed it, as well - it was a way of rebelling against his new nature. A proper cat would never place the happiness of its family over that of itself, only a human would do that. It was the very least he could do. Emitting a weary sigh as he did so, Rupert blew out the four birthday candles before him, and watched with a melancholy lack of interest as the flames flickered away into nothing, just as he had done. "Four cheers for the birthday cat!" He gritted his uncomfortably sharp teeth as his parents cheered him on with his futile life, and he tried to block it out. At least there was cake, though - even as a cat, he could enjoy that. He ate it up with a typical feline voraciousness, and excused himself from the table for a while. Perhaps, now, he could finally get some peace on this horrible day. He just hoped that Mr Tibbles didn"t have a surprise birthday present in store for him. Rupert still wasn't quite used to the idea of dead mice. --- I hope you're happy with this, because I felt ludicrous writing it. Also, apologies for any typos - I wrote it first on my typewriter, and I have not yet grown used to the peculiarly different layout of my Bluetooth keyboard. EDIT: Oh gosh, here I am with this little piece of whimsy, while you're all above me being all sophisticated an writing serious things. I feel like a plebeian.

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[](/b13) [](/b13) [](/b13 "You know that's what we're all thinking") Now I'm regretting not making my name fishfishfish.

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Jaboaflame

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James found the tape in a musty cellar "volunteering" to clean out an old, dead woman's trash-heap apartment. The stench of must, decay, and stale cooking still radiated from it. Disgusting. The video had occupied unusual spot - behind the run-down bed frame, wrapped in a cloth - which had prompted him to "borrow" it. He closed the door of his room though he was home alone. Hopefully, there'd be nothing he'd regret. After a gentle push, the VCR swallowed the tape and flapped its mouth closed gratefully. The screen displayed grey streaks that soon eroded into landscapes of green fields. A young woman stepped into view and spoke into the camera: "Year 2151. If you want the utopia to exist, you must act now -they're coming." James stood. Peered from his window. Opened the door. Silence. There was nothi-- The world pitched black, all noises of life disappearing. The chirping birds, slight summer breeze gone. He stood in the blackness; a man appeared, but all the light was on him. No shadows, no stray beams illuminating his surroundings. Unnatural. His eyes were dark, swirling pits of oblivion. The figure growled, "There is no escape," before the stabbing darkness encased James.

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Am I the only one who wants to know what happens after?

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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 read those books... Reading gripping novels. I love to read most novels. Places where I can sit and read All the things I love to read. Except for all the romance. I hate stupid romance.

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SurvivorType

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Yes it is! Thanks for noticing!

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spcowboy53

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"At least the cake came out right..." He thought. It was the fifteenth cake he'd been forced to bake for himself since his mother died. Same ingredients every time. The strawberries and buttercream, the only memory he held against the tired backdrop of the mundane. The list of ingredients, frayed and edges torn, was lazily strolling through his mind as he looked at the cake. Behind the cake was an empty kitchen. "Four candles," he said aloud, testing the air, "Will I be four forever?" This night was nothing more than ritual. Devin wasn't going to eat this cake. He was going to mourn it. Hold it aloft. He didn't even get himself presents.

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He had passed away quietly. “What else is new?” thought Michael as he gathered knick knacks from off the shelf. Michael couldn’t understand why anyone would collect things like this. A commemorative mug from the local horse racing track. A snow globe with more dust on top of it than “snow” inside of it. Michael clapped his hands together, getting the dust off, and reached up to the top shelf. A VHS tape awaited him. No dust. The blue screen struggled to illuminate the dimly lit room. It was the same blue screen that Michael had loved seeing as a child. The screen of anticipation. The image flickered to life. Michael tried to process what he saw. A seven year old Michael stood at the plate. The pitch was inside, but his swing was solid. The ball carried and carried, clearing the fence by a mile. The children rejoiced and swarmed Michael as he stepped on home plate. The camera shifted harshly. The next image was a waist-level shot of the cameraman quickly walking away. The man removed his hat and sunglasses and wiped tears from his eyes. The tape ended. Michael fought back his own tears. “Damn it, dad.”

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ismoketabacco

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This subreddit is awesome. It is the first one I've subscribed to so far. Of course, I do need to get in writing shape again, so sorry for any wrongs I might make. And a question: do you guys post prompts for other languages as well? It would be interesting to practice, I guess.

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It's there. Sentence starts in brackets "[ ]"

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RyanKinder

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Welcome! :) > do you guys post prompts for other languages as well? It would be interesting to practice, I guess. Prompts like that wouldn't get much play, unfortunately, because it's such a specific audience. However, a good idea if you wanted to do just prompts in one language would be to start a different sub. For example /r/SpanishWritingPrompts or whatever other language. Then, if you'd like, we'd link to it in the sidebar.

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yeehe

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"That's a lotta fish" *nods in agreement*

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That would be a lot of fish.

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Doesn't the sentence that starts with "W" in the brackets count?

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Its not the name so much, but the smell of it all.

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marketinequality

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Simply genius.

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HeWhoMakesItRain

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-A: I don't know what I'm going to do without you. -B: You'll be fine. You already have someone to take care of that for you. -A: It's not the same, it never has been. -B: What do you want me to say? I tried to be there for you but I wasn't good enough. -A: You were. You were too good for me. That's why I was scared, I didn't know what to make of it. -B: That's not what you told me. Last I heard, the distance was going to be too much, and now you're faced with a similar dilemma. -A: This is different. Distance isn't the problem, you're the problem. -B: How dare you say something like that. -A: I only mean that I can't stop thinking about you. -B: That's not my fault, that's yours. Whatever is going on beneath that thin skull of yours is the problem. -A: This isn't what I need right now, I need help. I miss you, and I know I'm going to even more when I leave. -B: Do you just want me to tell you everything is going to be okay? That I'll miss you just as much? That I'll fly right on over there and comfort you when the lights go off at night? I just...*sigh*...I just can't do that. -A: No, I just want you to tell me you'll be there for me. I need you to tell me that. -B: I'm sure Jennifer will be there for you. Don't suck me into this. -A: I don't want her to be there for me, I want you. That's why I asked you to meet with me, in person. I had to see you while you were coming through, can't you see that? -B: Yes. -A: So? -B: So what? Of course I'll miss you, I'll miss you like I have the past year, but it's not my duty to keep running around after you to make sure you're okay. -A: I know, I just want things to go back to the way they were. -B: And how does Jennifer feel about this? -A: She doesn't. -B: What do you mean? -A: She doesn't feel anything because she doesn't know. -B: About what? -A: Nothing. -B: Tell me. About what? About you and me? -A: Maybe. -B: Don't be a smartass. You mean to tell me that you never said anything to her about us? -A: Yes. -B: Is this a fucking joke? Not a single fucking word? -A: No, not one. -B: You're an asshole, you know that? Have fun on your fucking trip. Please refrain from talking to me ever again. Goodbye you jerk off.

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[No.](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Long_s)

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Arbuthnot

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I'm so glad for the new bestof policy where the default subreddits are forbidden, because I don't think I would have found this amazing subreddit if it wasn't bestof'd. I'm so glad I found it, gonna be a regular here I think!

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icansaywhatever

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That's good! Thanks!

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Casual_Salmon

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I know that feel brethren

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Le_Jonny_41293

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Number of words: 206

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Le_Jonny_41293

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Number of words: 208

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iruleatants

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He stretched out his arms; it felt good to be moving again. Bits of dust fell far below him, but it did not bother him, he had slept for a long time, but it was time for him to wake up. He stood up, stretching his leg muscles, his claws gripping the edge with precision, helping him to remain balanced. He gazed out over the city, with its many lights, and slowly unfurled his wings. A last glance back at the bright moon, remembering the last time that he had awoken, a smile crossed his lips. One final shake of his body, and he left from the tower, stretched his mighty wings , and soared out over the city, for a night of fun before he slept once again.

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