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FarFetchedFiction t1_j4zxbdq wrote

Reply to [WP] “Regrettably, your grip on reality is too strong to accept in this society. I hereby sentence you indefinitely to the Sane Asylum until you are purged of this malady.” by Seabass9975

My new life at the Sane Asylum isn't so bad.

The staff has been ordered to keep my mask on at all times that I am outside of my soundproof dorm. Due to my toxic influence of stupidity whenever I opened my mouth to ask a question, the doctors and nurses were ordered to never try and communicate with me, to only give short, simple, easy-to-understand commands when they have to. They kept their distance, but that didn't mean I'm left all alone.

The head counselor put me in a full dorm with three other guys. None of them were particularly bright to begin with, but that's the company I've always ran with. I guess that was good thinking on their part. I don't want to make anyone whose already in this tough situation get themselves even worse off for coming here.

All the residents here have got something particular to their conditions. I've got my brain-shrinking bad breathe. My bunk mate's got a forehead that displays his inner thoughts. My best friend in the dorm's got a thing where he's constantly making the left switch with the right, right with the left, the whole surrounding universe flip back and forth, which gets very confusing when we're trying to straighten out whose bunk is whose. And his bunk mate does this thing where he burns in the sunlight. That's it, thought. No other vampirish characteristics. He just melts in the sun.

No one here gets especially bitter or angry at our situation. We know it's technically an asylum, but we've all still got our heads on right, so no one's trying to put us in diapers or spooning tapioca into our mouths. It feels kinda like an eternal summer camp, where the state pays for our toys and we don't have to worry about earning a living.

I don't mind being the smartest person in the room anymore, even though I have no choice.

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Reply to [PM] Give me a fake Indiana Jones movie title and write a short story based off of it. by [deleted]

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Reply to [WP] When you got the CEO position, you put a sign on your desk identifying you as the Final Boss. Several deranged adventurers later, it's not funny anymore. by Goat_To_Space

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Awkward_Ad75 t1_j4zjeyz wrote

Reply to [WP] You are a worker at a fast food restaurant where your boss is a ass, enough of an ass that someone summoned a demon to kill him and anyone else in the restaurant. They didn't account for you being something far older and more dangerous who just wants to make money in peace. by SapphireFoxy

Summoning a demon was probaply the wrong word more like controlling the cloud of flying Chickenwings into the shape of a giant chicken as you sat down in front of the Circle made of pommes with a burger covered in ketchup. They did not know you where an ancient imortal. They did not know your where an ancient imortal necromancer. Beeing able to move bones ways pretty usefull in this case . As you crushed the managers head and squished the Karens face into a bloody lump with a smile. She would never ever harrass a worker again. As you open the gasvalves of all the ovens while the giant chicken-look-a-like colapsed relived from your control as you didnt need it anymore you lit a cigare walking out of the restaurant watching this hell of a place burn to the ground . No one left alive to tell the tale of what happend you sent an application to the next fastfoodplace. It was the 3rd time this had happened why did it have to be so hard finding a chill job? You probaply would never find out but killing bad people and using chicken wings as a weapon of muder to keep your abilitys in shape from time to time wasnt so bad after all.

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Tarotgirl_5392 t1_j4zh7sq wrote

Reply to [WP] You are a worker at a fast food restaurant where your boss is a ass, enough of an ass that someone summoned a demon to kill him and anyone else in the restaurant. They didn't account for you being something far older and more dangerous who just wants to make money in peace. by SapphireFoxy

The demon returned to the kitchen, wiping egg off its horns and ranting in tongues. "You didn't warn me about her." He grumbled at the summoner as Charla walked through the swinging doors.

"Frank. I should have known it was you. I hope you plan to wipe that up." She pointed to the pentagram of pancake batter.

Frank wrinkled his nose. "I didn't expect anyone to be around after-" he admitted and fetched the mop. He glared at the Demon. "I said no survivors. Why couldn't you carry out that one order?"

"Here I thought we were comrades, Frank. And now I find you're plotting my death?" Charlas eyes flickered in the light, giving them a strange inhuman look. "I'm just trying to get my 40 hours and make enough tips to pay rent. Waffle House is one of the fee places I can work without standing out."

"You mean- youre..you're... not human?" Frank stuttered. Charla rolled her eyes and allowed her long, inky shadows to cover the walls and floor.

"You knew I was an Eldrich, didn't you? You saw me juggle the hot griddle last week."

"Yea, but I also saw Dennis crawl butt-ass naked through the drive thru. And there was that Karen who caught a pigeon midflight with her bare hands."

Charla smirked. "Like I said, I don't stand out here. Next time you want to set a demon loose on the place, can you at least warn your coworkers?"

Frank looked up in surprise as Charla resumed her human appearance. "You mean- you're not going to write me up?"

Charla laughed. "Nah. Like I said. This is a waffle house. This isn't even the weirdest thing to happen today"

(For anyone who doesn't know, Waffle House is a wilder, more feral Dennys)

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SamuelVimesTrained t1_j4z9vht wrote

Reply to comment by ShikakuZetsumei in [WP] You are a worker at a fast food restaurant where your boss is a ass, enough of an ass that someone summoned a demon to kill him and anyone else in the restaurant. They didn't account for you being something far older and more dangerous who just wants to make money in peace. by SapphireFoxy

Wonderful.
I`d like to have a Jeff as employee.
He sounds like a really friendly and responsible .. entity?

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Evalona_Bologna t1_j4z7jd0 wrote

Reply to [OT] Poetry Corner: Chasing Dreams! by OldBayJ

Chasing all my hopes and dreams
Is full time work, or so it seems
The plethora of paths to choose is daunting
I fear the flight to reach cloud nine
Where I can pray that I'll be fine
And find my satisfaction's not found wanting

Hearkening to inner voices:
"Sacrifice the other choices;
Bleed and sweat until you reach your goal!"
If thoughts creep in of getting paid
The luster of the chase will fade
Until the dream becomes an empty hole

No happy ending will emerge
If 'dreams' and 'chasing' don't converge
To unify in purposeful pursuit
The destination's glorious
But I won't be victorious
Unless I love the journey, it's all moot

Ever since I was a child
Thoughts to entertain ran wild
The dream of writing always had me smitten
But I came wholly unprepared
To find that starting has me scared
That I might really wanted to 'have written'

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