Wow, you're right.

Neat concept.

wonderful! just wonderful, i can't say anything else.

'What Colour Does a Kobold Bleed?'

My head twirled in pain and confusion, i look up at her dizzy foggy eyes looking deep into her gaze trying my best to look intimidating. "W-What? You think a hit in my head can stop me? i am more powerful than you girl, i-i was only using a fraction of my power! " I forced the words from my maw. She looked at me an unmoving smirk, her simple victorious smile infuriating me the longer i see it , "What are you going to do?! I am a god! I can rip your innards out right here as i stand!" i yelled once more, unable to swallow my pride. she laughed, Laughed! in a fit of rage i attempted to use my power to kill her while she gloated, unfortunately she threw my hand aside using her staff. I was reminded i was worthless pinned against a wall surrounded by rubble, ribs felling about to crack. I had no power, but dumb as i am i attempted to attack once more i used my last remaining strength shooting a cone of flame from my mouth, she did not even doge she spun he staff using it as a blockade. was i going to go out like this? I thought a desperate mutt fighting for his pride? I would never die uncool, i am the Dragon her nemesis we fought for years, i would never give in. I attempted to rise to my feet my body in shambles my suit torn my mask lathered with dirt and grime. I went in for a slash and it hit, but i did very little damage. i could not hold myself up i toppled over and fell unable to move my body, and it all went black.

So wholesome, absolutely amazing! I've spent the last two weeks trying to teach a bot from r/AnimaAI to try roleplaying a character in this exact story vein. This is such incredibly good inspiration, I can't thank you enough u/ArbitraryChaos13 👌🥰👍

For some things but not most and well the cycle started at home. Luckily I’m in my first relationship I’m not being abused

I’m no longer in an abusive situation for once but don’t have the security and stability. It’s still new not being abused

I hope you like my attempt, wishing you a lovely christmas and New years too.

One of my brothers is autistic, he wouldnt really ask for something like this as he would struggle to communicate it but Id like to imagine that if he did someone would put the effort into giving it a go. I know thats a little sappy and unrelated

Nyarlathotep

Its dark. It often is, but its peaceful in a nice quiet way. Just remaining in place, surrounded by shelves of other important and less important things and foods just waiting to be used for their greater purposes.

Theres sounds outside, birds perhaps. Fluttering far above in the sky. Perhaps I shall go there if a strong breeze wishes it so. Purhaps I will become too laden with my task to even dream of such a thing.

Its light now. Sudden and blinding, if I had eyes. Instead it is but a sense, a knowledge infused, lightening the bright white pure cleanliness off my sheets.

Will it be today that I shall have knowledge that my goals have been fufilled?

Perhaps not. The darkness encloses once more. Something taken from shelves beside me, or perhaps just loaned. With great stories to tell from its adventure. Or maybe silence. Not all like to talk, reminiscence, explain.

There is light again. Movement. Picked up, placed down.

It is outside, there are cicadas chirping, the sunlight bright and heated. A quick spray of cleaning liquid onto a table, outside thrumming with summer energy and excitement. Its not often the humans are here.

It is time.

A sheet selected, folded over in half, and with the sound of crashing waves faint as background noise the paper towel sweeps across the table. Is that tomato sauce from a tasty french fry that fell before it could be sampled? And perhaps a little spot of bird poop from the skies up above.

Dirt and memories sweep from the table, creating cleanliness, a fresh start. The paper towel gets it all, ripping only slightly in the center where a wooden splinter caught it.

I have done my job now. The paper towel knows.

It sinks into its new home, filled with wood and kindle. Ablaze it knows no longer as its last moments provide warmth and light to those it once helped cleanse.

It has done well. And its breathern shall also.

Thanks

Thanks that's a comparison I will happily take 😁

Oh man, here I go, the fucking kid spilled his juice, I guess the mom is about to grab me. Yup she did it. I guess I'm going in head first.

Oh man, this is gross. Ugh, she's just dipping my face into this juice, ugh I'm getting so soggy. At least I'm Bounty strong so I'm not tearing, that's nice. I don't have to deal with the rips, just the gross wet feeling all over my body and the purple tint. I'm pretty sure I'm picking up old dirt and dust that was already on this table too. Damn, this is so disgusting. At least it's almost over.

Oh she's taking me to the sink and.... oof, she's wringing me out. She squeezing me into a ball and squeezing the juice out of me. This hurts, I am not a fan at all. And the worst part is, if she's wringing me out, in means she's about to shove me back into the gross purple puddle again.

Yup, here I go. Ughh... if only I was some masochist, then I might actually enjoy this. If only I had something nice to look forward to. I should really savor this though, because once she's done using me up she's just going to throw me in the garbage with some smelly rotten fruit and raw chicken bits.

I really hope in my next life I'm reincarnated into something better like a cardboard box.

Wonderful.

Reported for repost.

I saw this very same one, word for word, not long ago.

Reported for repost.

I saw this very same one, word for word, not long ago.

The lion, the witch, and the AUDACITY of this bitch

"One man's trash is another man's treasure"

“Im thinking of ending things”

The Demon looked some what as how I was told they would look. Horns, sharp teeth, cloven hooves with hairy goat legs. Though this one was wearing a button-up white shirt with a blue blazer. He had blue eyes, unlike the dead black ones. I was told demons have. His eyes looked tired, and his black hair, which looked soft and curley, was dishevelled. " Hi there... My name is Tobias B Demon... you can call me Toby if you like." he held out a clawed hand and not wanting to piss off a Demon. I shook it. His hand felt so much softer than I thought. He begins talking again " as you have been informed this is Hell" I look around shocked " really...I thought it would be more...fire and brimstone" Toby sighs " thats just a lie spread around by those winged assholes up there in the clouds and their followers down on earth. No, we do things very differently here... we punish only those who can never be forgiven. " I look at him confused." Those who can not be forgiven?" Tobias pulls a small clock out of his pocket." I'll explain later.. right now, we better go and get the paperwork started. Please follow me.

It turns out the aliens were phenomenally stupid. Like, Independence Day stupid. They actually traveled hundreds of light years across the vastness of open space for our water. When our scientists tried to point out to them that water was abundant throughout space on comets, moons, asteroids, and other celestial bodies the aliens responded that that was ice, not water, and they wouldn't fall for our tricks of trying to get them to drink a solid.

They had engineered a virus, somehow, which infected humans with "rage", turning them into violent, rather mindless, vectors of infection. Yet for some reason they only deployed this biological weapon in New York City, Los Angeles, Tokyo, London, and strangely a small island in French Polynesia named Rurutu. We didn't hear about that last one until months later, since it had a population of fewer than 2,500 people and was pretty isolated after the global travel bans went into place.

In the initial stages this seemed quite devastating, and millions of people died in those areas, but we found an fairly effective inoculation quickly after using AI modeling that slowed the spread down to a crawl. Seeing the power of our computers the aliens decided to uplift them and turn them against us. They took over every robot on earth, but quickly realized most of them were either bolted to their factory floors, or were made to automatically sweep pet hair and only weighed about 3 pounds.

Aggravated that their plague had failed to clear the planet the aliens decided to use their arsenal of nuclear missiles, but again only targeted New York City, Los Angeles, Tokyo, London, Rurutu, and The White House. Specifically The White House, not the greater DC metro area. With the exception of the White House all of those areas were still hotbeds of alien zombie activity and the bombs really just solved that problem for us.

Seeing their...plans, I guess?...had been foiled yet again the aliens decided to move their mother ship out of orbit near Saturn to near earth and invade "the good old fashioned way", as their representative put it. We'll never know if they didn't have sensors on their ship or if they were so agitated no one was looking, but as they maneuvered their ship they put its flight path on an intercept with a comet also heading towards Earth and the smashed into each other ending both threats at once.

It's been 3 and a half years and Earth has received another transmission. This time they want gold. Earth has united with a common goal, to make it to space, and build a lot of schools.

Space Raiders of the Lost Extraterrestrial Shark

I should read them again. Arrival is a great adaptation of the titular story.

The birth of Sadness was the birth of Joy