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prejackpot OP t1_j29wqpv wrote

Reply to comment by Schroedingers_Dragon in [PM] Give me two-ish characters and a romantic situation to write. by prejackpot

Dale couldn’t get his face out of their head as the truck sped through the streets. Would he be there? Was he okay?

“Memorial General?” Larkins said loudly as they pulled up. “Don’t we usually go here after the incident?”

“Hey, buddy?” Lieutenant Hoss put a hand on their shoulder. “You good?”

Dale nodded. And as they put on their turnout gear, they realized they were. This is what they trained for. “I’m good.”

The captain pulled the teams together and laid out the attack. Later, Dale would think it had felt like a fugue state. Moving with the rest of the crew under the flashing emergency lights, the world reduced to the cone in front of their eyepro, tuning out the whine of the alarms and the screams of the evacuating patients, and, eventually, the heat of the fire that had started in the second-floor kitchen and picked up fuel from an overstuffed supplies closet. They must have seen him on the way in, helping get patients out of the ER. They must have recognized him. But in that moment, for the first time in two years, his face wasn’t a distraction. There was a fire. Dale’s body knew what to do.

He found them later, out in the parking lot, after the fire was finally out. He’d lost his white coat, and someone had given him a thermal blanket that he draped over his t-shirt like a cape. “Dale Brown, right?” he asked.

“Dr. Mitchell,” Dale blurted out. “I’m surprised you remember.”

“I never forget a patient,” Dr. Mitchell said airily. “Well, not usually. Not when I save their life.”

“I guess today I get to return the favor,” Dale replied.

Dr. Mitchell laughed at that. His laugh was deep and rich, and it had the familiar tone of tension being let go. Finally, he pointed behind Dale, to where some cardboard boxes of coffee had been set up on a folding table. “Can I get in on that?”

Without talking about it, they sat side by side on the curb nursing coffee in paper cups. “You don’t need to be working now, do you?” Dr. Mitchell asked. Dale shook their head.

“Listen,” Dr. Mitchell said at last. “Can I ask you something? Do you get used to it? Almost dying in a fire?”

Dale smiled. “A little bit.”

He sipped his coffee. “Well, today was my first time. I’m used to other people almost dying,” he added with a laugh that sounded forced this time.

Dale noticed that Dr. Mitchell’s hands were shaking. And for the second time that night, they acted without needing to think about it. Their body knew just what to do.

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blade_of_grass t1_j29w5no wrote

Reply to [WP] "Are there any spirits with me in this room right now?" The Ouija board moves to 'Yes.' "Okay good, 'cause rent is due, and you need to fork over your share." The Ouija board spells out, 'F U C K.' by Affectionate_Bit_722

"This would be faster if you used the whiteboard, you know..." These arguments always take half a day on the Ouija board. But, some people (or ... you know... former people in this case) insist on the 'traditional method'. But it just winds up being more passive/aggressive than Post-It notes on the fridge.

The planchette did start to move with greater speed and purpose. 'Message received, at least...' I sighed and waited for my supernatural roommate to finish his reply.

"H...A...V...E...F...R...I-"

"You'll have it on Friday?! It was due LAST Friday! I can't keep fronting you! You still owe me for the electric bill!" We had a deal; all the bills are in my name, since I'm the alive one in this relationship. We split cost on everything except gas, water and trash. He doesn't need the heat, doesn't wash or shower, and really doesn't produce enough waste to make it worth arguing over.

But he just LOVES watching Netflix, day and night.

I sighed. The only reason he's still haunting this place is his 'unfinished business'. And really, that should have been a giant, neon-glowing red flag for me to translate that into 'unpaid debts'. But I was out of time, out of money, and out of options. So sharing an apartment with an apparition for 6 months would let me get myself in order and into my own place.

... it's been 2 years.

I'm cutting it fine this month on my own expenses, but I can make to Friday. I rubbed my temples to try and abate the tension building behind my eyes. "... Fine. But rent AND electric by Friday. Alright?"

"A...G...R...E-"

"Agreed, got it." I paused. I knew he was doing some side gig. His 'day job' was late-night security, but he admitted early on that it wasn't sufficient to cover his debts. "What's your side hustle now? I know that Uber banned you after they found out you were pretending to be a self-driving car."

"C...R...Y...P...T...O-"

"Oh for fuck's sake!!"

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foundcashdoubt OP t1_j29tvy4 wrote

Reply to comment by ArbitraryChaos13 in [WP] After Medusa was defeated you was put in charge of taking all the statues away. You went alone first, to acess the situation. But instead of the lair of a monster, you found a small cabin surrounded by a big garden with statues. And in front of each, a small wooden box with a handwritten letter by foundcashdoubt

That was good! Thanks for taking your time to write. It's not exactly what I wanted but that's part of the fun of creating a prompt. You never know what people will write. I appreciate immensely, you wrote a beautiful thing

Edit: I ran your text through a text generator and asked it to write me one of the letters. I hope you don't find this disrespectful.

It came up with the following:

Dear whoever may read this,

I am writing this letter to explain my decision to come to Medusa's lair and allow her to petrify me. I am not a hero like the others who have fallen victim to her gaze, but I am a warrior. I have fought in many battles, and I have seen firsthand the horrors of war.

I am tired of fighting. I am tired of the constant violence and death that surrounds me. I want to be frozen in this moment, to be spared from the horrors of the world. I do not fear death, but I fear what may come after it.

I do not want to grow old and weak, to watch my comrades fall and be unable to help them. I want to remain strong and youthful, forever ready to defend my people.

I know this may seem like a selfish decision, but it is one I have made with a clear mind. I do not regret it.

Farewell, Marcus

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Graoutchmeuh t1_j29soab wrote

Reply to comment by Zak_The_Slack in [WP] Faster than light travel has been proven impossible, that's why humans are so surprised when aliens turn up. Not as surprised as the aliens on the generational ship who say the planet was void of life when they set off, following a missile they had sent to wipe out the dinosaurs. by Wrooof

Two things :
>Be glad you did meet those who originally left.

Didn't you mean "Be glad you did NOT meet..."?

And the missile the wiped out the dinosaurs fell 65 millions years ago, not 165.

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Reply to [WP] The galactic confederation decides to attack humanity. Unfortunately for them, human military doctrine relies on Deathstars for physical warfare and a genoidal AI named Skynet for cyberwarfare…. by Remarkable-Youth-504

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Reply to [WP] In a world where parents choose a lifelong animal partner for their children, you get a tortoise. After your friends get depressed over the loss of their companions, you realize why. by Umbralutch

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>* Stories at least 100 words. Poems, 30 but include "[Poem]" >* Responses don't have to fulfill every detail >* See Reality Fiction and Simple Prompts for stricter titles >* Be civil in any feedback and follow the rules

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F84-5 t1_j29pv1x wrote

Reply to comment by Tommygunn504 in [EU] You, an ordinary person with a boring job, marry the love of your life... and unknowingly into a big crime family. You don't notice because you've always been socially awkward. Because of your apparently blasé attitude to tense situations, you've developed a reputation in the Underworld by MidgardWyrm

I think the level of detail is good, at least for this kind of format. I do think it would benefit from a few more scenes with dialog in place of plane narration, but I'm not a writer myself, so do with that as you wish.

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prejackpot OP t1_j29p0cf wrote

Reply to comment by mafiaknight in [PM] Give me two-ish characters and a romantic situation to write. by prejackpot

Oscar prepared meticulously. He scrolled through cooking subreddits to make sure he had a hang of the basics before finally posting: Beginner cook. Critique my menu for a fancy date night dinner. He lurked on men’s fashion communities enough that when he posted his date-night outfit he was met with enough thumbs-ups and crown-emoji responses that the troll replies didn’t even bother him. Even the candles for the middle of the table were recommended by r/Candles.

“Your gf is so lucky,” one redditor even said. Someone gave him a Wholesome award.

All that was left to do was take a photo of the final product. Seafood pasta, a balsamic-drizzled salad, a loaf of homemade bread, all lit by candlelight. Oscar himself, wearing a well-fitted Oxford shirt, sitting across from — an empty chair.

tfw no gf, he captioned it, and posted it with a smile. Let the karma roll in.

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