IDK, but even if you saw the falling block of concrete and it didn't do anything in real life you could still sue because that building is not up to code. Or maybe you report to the police or something. I don't know.

The workshop was silent in the aftermath of my latest adventure. I was sitting there silently, cleaning my blast box, this world's name for guns. In the agonizing year since I'd come to the Spear Peaks, I'd hunted orcs, fought insects the size of a car, and even slain a dragon.

With the contracts I'd taken on to earn money, I was able to spend my down time comfortably. The workshop was outfitted with all the tools I needed, a comfortable bed, and even enough food to be content as could be. Yet it was all so hollow. So...empty.

A sip of coffee...or, at least that's what I told myself it was...that offered a small taste of the home I missed dearly.

"Three hundred twenty seven..." I breathed between sips. Counting the days anchored me. It helped me cling to my memories in a world that would drown them in power, magic, and possibility. So much so that it threatened to render me oblivious to the obvious.

Like the picture frame sitting on the mantle of the fireplace. The golden frame on a metal tripod that I'd stared at for so many years, that had scrabble letters that spelled "daddy" and "daughter" in the top left corner, that had a photo of a beautiful one-year-old girl feeding her dad a cracker at some fast food restaurant that she adored.

Nearly a year of being dead inside, numb to as many emotions that I could bury as possible, and my favorite picture of my old life found its way into a world where neither featured face existed. I stood slowly, leaving my glass behind at my chair as I stumbled forward. A tear ran its way down my cheek as I stared at the nostalgic frame and ran my fingers along the glass.

At its base was a piece of paper, college ruled. Perforated. Dark blue ink between the lines in a right slant. Gods, it was her handwriting. My breath trembled as I read.

"Dad,

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you, that I don't look at that picture of us in Skyline. It gets harder and harder to remember the time we spent together. A few head injuries from soccer sure didn't help.

All the practice you and Rebecca gave me paid off, though. I have a full ride for soccer! Mom's pissed because it's overseas, but she can't complain because the opportunity is too good to pass up on.

Another month and I'll be 18. I-"

Gods...eighteen? It hadn't even been a year that I was gone. She shouldn't be more than eight!

A sob escaped me as I clung to that page like a lifeline, desperately reading about her budding love life, the accident that killed me, and how my son was doing. It was amazing how concisely she could write with such rich emotion. An aching sense of pride flooded over me.

After a deep breath, I looked at the bottom of the page's backside. "From Santa" was written neatly in the corner, small enough that the letter was untarnished otherwise. I cursed beneath my breath as I continued to gently trace a touch over this odd gift.

"Merry Christmas, Elise..."

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Oh dear...poor kid. At least they're in good hands now.

This is supposed to be funny right

[Poem]

A child had arrived

In Valhalla's halls they began to play

The warriors stood shocked

Who is this child, what battle won, what monster did they slay to earn this stay?

Odin arrived, he was perplexed

So he asked the child, "How did you come to be in a Halls of Valhalla, what war did you win? What great battle fought?"

The child looked up and replied honestly "Well I never swung a sword, or shot a bow, but they say I fought a fearsome foe, they say I fought bravely and as long as I could, they named my foe cancer and I battled long and hard, but now I am here so I must have lost to this fearsome foe, maybe I don't belong at all..."

The child slumped looking so small,

Then, Odin did something none had ever seen,

He let forth a single tear

"No child, you did not lose, you fought more bravely and against a greater foe than anywhere, in fact from now on you sit by my side, for you see, you are the greatest of warriors here"

The hall erupted with cheers and toasts

"To the child, the greatest of warriors this Hall has seen!"

This was wonderfully written!! Thank ya!

I second, third and fourth more!! Please? Consider it a Christmas present? (Also, Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!)

He is a YouTuber from Ireland. His catchphrase is “ look here you little shite”

Only if it caused you a financial loss. Which will be extremely hard to prove if there is no injury. And even if a psychiatric expertise says you have suffered, there's not much to write about in this sub.

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It’s good to see you too.

Yep, good to see you again fellow user.

Ohhh. Yeah, I remember now.

You could probably get something for pain and suffering

It's Christmas and I don't have time but I really hope someone writes this with Saul Goodman as the lawyer

This was our first interaction. I recognized your avatar.

https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/ypjei8/cw_write_a_story_where_each_character_talks/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

Around the time when I was first new to this subreddit.

I was confused at the time when some comments don't appear in my prompts... I thought it was a glitch and then you responded.

Yeah, that makes sense. Hope this isn’t rude to ask but I somehow forgot our first conversation. When did we first chat?

The Tower of Babel was never a tower meant to enter the heavens, it was a *weapon* meant to *pierce* the heavens and take revenge upon God for his genocide of mankind during the Great Deluge.

...I mean, you could sue for damage to clothes and your phone or whatever, sure. But you can't sue for medical bills that don't exist.

All conspiracy theories were manufactured by the government to distract people and make them believe aliens/Bigfoot/ and other strange things are real.

Thank you :)

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Good to see you again!

So, there was this user who's (probably) an Italian and left a comment in this prompt, but as you can see... It's not here.

You can actually see it in their comments.

What was the comment the user left? Well...

"kys, sincerely an Italian"

I mean, no surprise here...