I'm the God of Time.

I reverse time every time someone makes an invention, and take credit for it instead.

The other Gods have taken quite a liking in me, so have the humans, yet they all thing that I am the God of the mind, when I'm pretty dumb in reality, I'm not even the one who thought of the fact that I could steal inventions to finally be perceived as an equal by my fellow Gods,

In all reality of the situation, I'm just a homeless thief...

It doesn't really make sense, does it? I mean... How could I be homeless if I'm a thief with a 100% rate of success?

Well... that's a good question, the truth is that-

"Hey, are you okay?" I looked up, for the fifth time of my day, having been disturbed out of my line of thought for no apparent reason by worried humans.

"Yeah dude, you look pretty roughed up, do you want some food, or a ride to the hospital?" ... Huh?

"Oh c'mon guys let's just leave him, he's probably just a depressed drunk anyway" This fuckıng assh-

"Dude! You can't just talk about homeless people like that! He must be really struggling to be looking this bad! Don't you have any empathy?!" Defended the human that first talked.

I mean... I know I look bad but I didn't think I looked THAT bad...

"Yeah, yeah, whatever" answered the, apperantly mean human, with a roll of his eyes.

The humans -minus the mean one- looked at me, waiting for a response, as the mean one sulked in the backround, and that's when I decided that I should probably say something.

"I am not a man no home, nor am I a drunk, and I have enough food to last for a while" I answered with a forced smile, I haven't talked with any humans in a while, so I hope they haven't changed their languages to much-

The mean man snorted, "I don't see you denying that being depressed" ... I don't know what that is-

"Stop being an asshole" said another human, elbowing the human, stiffling a snort of her own. While cutting my line of thought, again, might I add...

"Like you're any better" "See, this is why mom hates you" "And this is why you're no better asshole than me" "At least you admit to being an asshole" "Just wanted to be like you sis" "You must've evolved somewhere along the way, then"

And that's when I decided to cut into this conversation, cause seriously, I know I don't look as good as I used to, but I'm not depressed, whatever that is. "Look, I know you are trying to help, but I am alright, and I am in no need of a healer" All the humans turned to look at me weirdly, and the only one that had yet to speak, spoke, "Dude, I dunno if you've noticed or no', but ya have a bullet hole in ya right leg"

At that, I looked down, I got a little dizzy, and before I could pass out, I turned back time by 3 hours in a state of panic, and coughed blood from using the last remains of my powers once again, before I fell down with a thud.

I'll do that

Is the shoe any good?

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I love this, reads like an excerpt from an interesting longer story and wraps its scene up well.
And why shouldn't it be a fishhook? :) I'm reading some Neil Gaiman short stories and your 'snapshot' style is reminiscent of some of his. Please pretend that I have given you an award with the coins I don't have!

Any chance of a second part to this? Love it

A very powerful God who had created the world and everything in it. This God had created a Demigod who was in charge of caring for and protecting mankind. The Demigod was a powerful and wise being who was always ready to help mankind in times of need.

Whenever mankind faced a challenge, the Demigod appeared to help. In the past, he had fought giant monsters, helped build great cities and had even cured deadly diseases.

However, as humanity advanced and became more technological, the Demigod began to feel that his power was no longer needed. Mankind no longer needed his help to build large buildings or fight monsters, as they could do it themselves with his technology.

The Demigod, however, did not give up hope that someday his help would be needed again. So, instead of disappearing forever, he decided to remain on Earth as its guardian.

As the years passed, the Demigod saw humanity progress further and further. From the Industrial Revolution to the age of digital technology, humanity advanced by leaps and bounds. However, he also saw humanity become increasingly cruel and selfish.

Humanity had begun to use its technology for evil instead of good. They had created powerful weapons that could destroy entire cities, and they had polluted the Earth's air and water.

The Demigod knew he had to intervene, so he decided to appear before humanity once again. But this time, he did not come alone. He brought with him a legion of guardians, powerful beings like himself who had been created to protect the Earth.

Together, the Demigod and the guardians began to fight against evil humanity. They destroyed dangerous weapons, cleansed the Earth's air and water, and helped restore peace and justice.

However, humanity was not willing to give up so easily. There were many who opposed the guardians and fought against them. The Demigod and the guardians had to fight with all their might to protect the Earth.

Finally, after years of fighting, humanity began to change. They began to realize that their technology should be used for good instead of evil, and that they should care for the Earth instead of destroying it.

The Demigod and the guardians withdrew, knowing that their work had been completed. Humanity had learned its lesson and was working together to protect the Earth and move forward in a positive direction.

The Demigod and the guardians returned to their home in the heavens, knowing that they would always be ready to protect humanity should their help be needed again. But for now, humanity was safe, and Earth was protected and flourishing thanks to the efforts of the Demigod and the guardians.

But the Demigod knew that humanity's peace and security were fragile. It knew that there would always be challenges and threats in the future, and that humanity would always have to be alert and prepared to meet them.

So, in his home in the heavens, the Demigod began to plan and prepare for the future. He trained and strengthened the guardians, and created powerful new beings to help in case they were needed.

But he also knew that humanity had to learn to take care of itself. He couldn't always be there to protect them. So, secretly, he began to send small signs and signals to humanity, guiding them to a safer and more positive path.

Sometimes, humanity noticed these signs and learned from them. Other times, they ignored them and continued on their dangerous path. But the Demigod did not give up. It knew that every small victory would help protect the Earth and humanity.

And so, the Demigod became an eternal guardian of the Earth, ever vigilant and ever ready to protect it. Humanity did not always acknowledge his existence, but they knew in their hearts that someone was there, watching over their safety and guiding them to a better future.

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"It is over, is it not?" Seven Two asks as Gavo Joralthan pulls his dagger off from a mega corporation's chief executive officer's head. They both stare at the dawning sun through the windows.

"Yes... It definitely feels like it... Peace... It just felt like it was so far away..." Gavo says as walks beside Seven Two and stares at the dawning sun "I have been unfair to you Seven Two... It is and it was a honor to work with you, to bring some sense into the world..." Gavo says and extends his hand to Seven Two after turning to it.

Seven Two looks at him "Thank you for everything" Seven Two says and they shake hands then turn to look at the rising sun. There is silence right now for a while "What happens now?" Seven Two asks.

"Now... Our job is over... It is time for a civilization to grow once again..." Gavo says. "I know, you had been created for war. In fact, I feel just as lost now as you do..." Gave adds asking the same question himself too.

"I don't want to be shut down just because it is over" Seven Two says.

"Nobody would. Others will find a way to help us both... I just have tough time believing... The war between the 1% and the rest... Is finally over..." Gavo says.

Seven Two thinks a while. (It is very likely that if we didn't stop the 1% here and now, they would have deployed far more powerful means to stop the war) Seven Two thinks. "I hope... We can still be together facing those difficulties" Seven Two says.

"So do I... Let's go home... I don't want to be for a long time..." Gavo says sounding tired. Seven Two and he turn around. Then start walking home.

When they arrive to the old town's border. They both start disarming themselves at the checkpoint.

Gavo looks through his assault rifle's scope one more time and has the weapon pointed into horizon without anybody in the possible line of fire "I probably never will hold a weapon again..." Gavo says and lowers the rifle, takes off the magazine, ejects the round already in the barrel, then gives it to an officer.

"I will miss it..." Seven Two says as aims into horizon with a handgun, then lowers the weapon. Seven Two ejects the magazine and takes the bullet out of the barrel, then gives it to another officer. Gavo and Seven Two are almost done disarming themselves from weapons. A vehicle arrives to the scene, they both immediately turn to look.

It is a SUV, not brand new and out of it steps out Gavo's family and two people he isn't familiar with. Gavo has fully disarmed himself and goes to his family. He is crying as he embraces his whole family, his wife, a son and a daughter. Another vehicle arrives, this one is also SUV. Out of it steps out Seven Two's liaison for civilian life Avia.

Alia runs to Seven Two and hugs this. Seven Two slowly responds with the same "It's over... We have won... I am glad that you are alright, Avia..." Seven Two says relieved.

"I am so happy you are back Seven Two... Although, we really should get you a better name" Avia says brimming from happiness. Seven Two saved Alia's life from car crash, winter is treacherous time for wheels, yet, they still are friends ever since the incident from two years ago.

"If you say so..." Seven Two says not against the idea but, this is very used to the name 7 2.

"No, I mean it... You aren't just an object, you have shown that you are just as much an individual like many others, just like me" Avia says while being serious but, happy.

Seven Two raises the visor inside of the helmet and to reveal this own eyes. They aren't human of course but, on first look they are almost indistinguishable from real human eyes. "Alright, let's worry about that later. Shall we?" Seven Two asks in this own tone is some content which one wouldn't expect coming from a machine.

Gavo looks at Seven Two and Avia. The height difference is comical. Seven Two is two meters and twenty centimeters tall and weighs probably more than two hundred kilograms. Gavo reminisces for a moment seeing that height and weight being put into action.

Avia is only one meter and seventy centimeters. Weight, he doesn't even want to think about as it would be quite rude. Seven Two has crouched a little to speak to Avia in equal level. Seven Two has bullet scratches and bullet ricochet marks on his hull and armor. Some of them recent but, most are old.

The individuals neither Gavo or Seven Two know approach them. The one that approaches Seven Two decided to speak "Welcome back Seven Two, thank you for bringing peace" the lady says. Seven Two looks at the woman.

"Thank you, identify yourself" Seven Two says as his Identification System, gives identity entry not in memory error on this lady.

"Jilil Temene, I am a psychiatrist. I am to help you along side with Avia, your civilian life liaison, to help you become a healthy component in human life" Jilil says.

Seven Two runs relevant registrations and searches in his memory "I get help immediately? This is better than I hoped... However, I wish to remain close with Gavo, we share... Blood, in a manner of speaking" Seven Two says and takes Avia on his arms who was surprised of it and Seven Two raises to stand.

Avia let's out a calm and slow "woe"... She had forgotten how tall Seven Two is and how easy it is for Seven Two lift her up.

"I do think it is for the better that, I and Amilia Lamerai work together and observe you both, answer any questions you might have and assist in your road to a better life" Jilil says warmly although slightly worried of Avia.

"Thank you, for first though, I want to go through a maintenance and begin memory procession" Seven Two says and crouches to allow Avia to stand on her own feet.

Avia leads Seven Two to the SUV and Jilil follows.

Dammit, Billy!

Being forced into tutoring the grim reaper? Interesting take on the afterlife lol.

White room torture.

Devil knows his stuff.

A man rejects the chance to be part of something greater and later regrets his decision.

Totally agree. That is a fantastic experience

His allies gone or in hiding. He was more broken mentally than physically from the constant barrage against his person. Each blow had left cracks and shrapnel.

He had his core being. That had been reestablished. What more to go with was uncertain. He was rebuilding himself slowly. Taking pieces from those around him and from the land itself.

Some didn't fit. Others would but had to be forced. It was a process and project that would continue for years. There was no easy solution. No quick fix.

He didn't want one. Each attempt to rebuild, revamp, and restore what he was in its own way a success. Even if he did come up with some flawed results.

The dragon's blood still charred his flesh. The faeries kept up their torture periodically, and at other times, he was given rest. The leash that enslaved him nourished him as well.

His patience unlimited. He would snap his cords eventually and be free from both of his temptresses. Though for one, if she held the leash the right way and in the right manner, she would be given willing and absolute servitude.

The Goddess left him wanting for her presence. The soft tone of her voice that normally prevailed and the rare moments of intense ever overbearing bell like peal. He had seen her use that in pleasure too few times.

He would never claim to be her perfect follower but certainly one of the most devoted. Her teachings had stuck, and unfortunately, he had fallen for that divine being. Did he claim to be worthy of the same feelings in return. No.

Is it wrong to love the divine and desire it as flesh?

Can you not do honor to both the physical and the spiritual?

The fairies mocked him in his crys of pain. One more above the others. Always from the side where he couldn't quite see her.

She knew where his Goddess had gone and what it would take to bring her back... or what it would take to follow her. The journey is not to be feared anymore. Just lacking a proper starting point... and to break free from the hand of his current captures.

The dragon's blood had instilled in him some otherworldly traits. They were about to rise to the surface. Each was strange and unusual.

Over time, the blood soaking the ground was swallowed by moss.

Over time, the corpes started to decompose.

Over time, the buildings were eroded by vegetation and rain.

But I could still hear their screams, see the terror in their eyes. Over time, I tried to make up reasons for my actions: revenge, necessity, orders... But none withstood the passage of time, unlike the guilt. I stood in the middle of my carnage, immobile as all it's traces disappeared from the world, and stayed fresh in my memory.

Over time, new humans came. A village had been built not far from here, and children would often come to those ruins, ignorant of their history, to climb over the moss-covered walls and the strange statue in the middle. One day word of the statue reached the ears of a noble, and I was moved to his collection.

I left during the night, afraid I might forget if I left the remnants for too long. On my way back I found the new village attacked by strange animals made only of bones. To my own suprise, I rushed to the humans aid, and dispatched the creatures. The villagers expressed surprise and confusion at my sight, and talked in a language I did not know, before doing gestures of thanks. One of the kids offered me a flower before I left for the ruins.

The next day, many villagers entered the ruins. They left a basket of fruits and a few flowers at my feet. Before leaving. During the night, I buried the fruits ag the places I remembered were the most corpses long ago, and brought the basket back to the village. On my way back, I saw some of those skeletal creatures, and tried to follow them, but they were to quick for me. Fearing another attack, I stayed at the edge of the forest until dawn.

(Sorry it's not exactly what your prompt was, I hope it's not too terrible considering it's my first time writing something. Thank you for the prompt)

It is time for the teacher to take up the mantle of student.

He will learn the new ideas.

These will give him his own new ideas in time.

He has the time to do so. :)

Fuck reality.

I'm not your god. But a god is what I am and have always been. I can perform miracles, breathe life into clay, cast down demons, and raise up heros.

I've done all those things. I've been worshipped, I've ruled with benevolence and with fear. I've left my immortal stamp in a double handful of family lines. I've been beloved on the stage and despised in the boardroom.

Time doesn't hold me the way it does for you. But I've been content to drift along. My greatest kingdom was dust long centuries before my sojourn in the spotlight. The mountains I raised, the island empire that I sank... Your species had barely discovered fire.

There was a kind of frenetic charm in burning fleets of warships, or founding a city. But great gestures are so broad. So unrefined. I've learned to appreciate the details.

So each new facet of existence that I explore is smaller, more mundane. From king to clerk, from magnate to sweeper. And now, this.

I need nothing, you see. What use are material things, when I can create any of them on a whim? I do not fear cold, or heat, or the blows of vicious youths. I don't hunger or thirst. I slept once. For or a thousand years I lay beneath a hill, clutching an iron sword. I dreamed then, and have no need to do so again.

So leave me to my quiet watch. I'll sit beneath this loading dock and watch the rats. I'll learn what the roaches know, and I'll name the empires of pigeons and the empires of ants. I've no need for socks or water or a certificate in Javascript.

Reality is a harsh mistress.

The note reads “I Want to play a game” and I sigh “Not this shit again.” I say as I wait for billy to appear on this old ass TV just casually on the ground. The TV flickers on, Billy appears into the frame. “Evan, the only way to get out is by digging in this shit water head first and retrieving the key tapped to a poisonous pufferfish that will sting you if you make any wrong move, and the face is gonna hurt.” Billy said before laughing. “You have 2 minutes.” “Fuck! I’m fucking fucked!” I said as I brough up the courage and held my breath. I dug in, quickly searching in the shit as fast as I could, I felt like my eyes would melt, I saw the pufferfish, it was flared up, I would never be able to get it like that so I found a shard of glass to stab it with. I then quickly retrieved the key, opened this bear trap off my head and the door soon opened. I took a deep breath, i felt disgusted as I was covered in shit. Billy was at the door to greet me. “Well, that’s certainly not a look for you, Now for your next test!” He said as I muttered “No! Please no!” I said as he began meniachly laughing and I fell to the floor, I then woke up in my bed. “Well that was a weird dream”.

This is my first attempt at creative writing in years so please go easy on me. Also, tips to improve brevity would be greatly appreciated!

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Have you ever wished upon a shooting star only for your wish to not come true? It turns out, you're the lucky one. As a child, the other people in my village made fun of me for being too dumb to craft simple tools, repair holes in our huts, or even tell what flora were safe to eat. I was picked on and, expectedly, got into fights often as a result. I got good at fighting. With my only talent being physical, it was only logical that I hunted as a way to support my tribe of geniuses. I was good at fighting, but had to grudgingly rely on others in my hunting party to create a strategy for the hunt.

In an effort to prove my value to my tribe and to curb the constant ridicule I couldn’t fully understand, but could still feel the venom in the words, I set out on a hunt by myself. If I had more ability to learn, I would’ve realized that the tracks I was following were from one of our hunts only a short time before. It was on this personal journey that the fireball flew over my head to crash with a deafening BOOM and a blinding flash not too far away. Had I been anybody else, I might’ve been apprehensive of the fire that seemed to call to me. But I wasn’t. And I obeyed. I found the source of the call to be a still smoking rock in a small crater. Still, it called to me. So I reached a hand out. What do you wish for? A voice asked in my head. My thoughts went immediately to how I was seen as lesser within my tribe for not knowing things. Before I could put it into words, something changed and the rock stopped its smolder.

I returned to my tribe unsuccessful in my impossible hunt, but with a head full of new tools, ideas, and architectures that I was looking forward to building. It only took a few days for my standing within the tribe to change and people came to me to fix their tools, weapons, and huts. After a few years, all of our tools, clothes, and huts were far more durable due solely to my ideas.

As those I grew up began to show their age while I remained the same age as the day I touched the rock that changed my life, I realized the curse that was paired with my gift of knowledge. So I left. I soon happened upon another tribe and helped them to advance such as I did with my previous tribe. Then they too aged while I stayed the same. So I left again.

I followed this pattern for hundreds of years all across the world, each time making only small improvements to the quality of life of the people I interacted with, each time being revered for the ideas I’d had since the day I touched that rock. Until finally, one tribe was willing to try one idea that I’d been unable to convince any earlier tribe. I called it ‘agriculture.’ These were the first people to believe me to be an actual god, but still I had lots of ideas to go.

Humanity continued to advance, accepting some of the ideas that had been trying to break out of my head for the last few thousand years, while rejecting others for one reason or another. One group of people accepted my ideas for vessels that could float on water but saw no reason to try a larger one that could traverse seas, so I moved on from their praise. Another group revered me for introducing them to aqueducts. Others fought wars over the metallurgical process that I taught them, though all would ignore how to create better, more pure metals in favor of the easier ones they could work with at the time.

Eventually, humanity evolved to a point where they were more willing to listen to my ideas and they realized the value of the numbers that had been dancing in my head for the past several millennia. Time continued to advance and I saw the rise of empires as they considered my ideas and their fall as they began to believe that I had nothing else to teach them while another was all too keen on learning what they could from me.

More time passed until a rat made its way onto one of the ships that I had invented thousands of years prior and millions of people became sick. I offered a solution in antibiotics that was ignored again, much to my frustration but not to my surprise. It was at this time that I also decided to allow others to claim credit for my ideas. The attempts to execute me for witchcraft made me hesitant to be too well known.

Yet more time passed and I was worshiped by some, cursed by others, the same as every other era, though fewer and fewer people knew my name. An era came and went with people becoming more interested in the sciences again until some of my ideas for industry were finally realized and the world changed overnight. I became overjoyed at the realization that the foundation for many of the remaining ideas I had been traveling with for so long was being paved by this sudden industry, ignorant of what the future would hold.

After a series of inventions arose that I didn’t come up with, my excitement turned to apprehension and nervousness. Sure, I can create a steam powered locomotive on my own, but people had improved upon my design! I only had a few ideas left to offer the world, but with the strong foundation that I’d previously been excited about, would I even be necessary for humanity to come up with them? All I could do to be sure of that was to dump them all on humanity at once.

In an effort to be the one to create my final ideas, I released them all over only a few years. The pride I felt when I first saw a lightbulb created by someone other than myself was incredible but also fleeting as I realized that I had nothing left to offer humanity. All of the ideas shoved into my head by that rock were out and into the world with nothing unique left with me.

I watched helplessly as the world descended into a war unlike any I’d ever seen. In the past, I’d offered new ideas to one or both warring parties in order to more efficiently spread my ideas but was now stuck as an immortal bystander. The handful of advances made without my help during this war devastated me as I remembered how, up until a few short decades ago, I was the smartest person in the world.

The economic crash that followed made me feel somewhat better as I saw very little change to match the change I was able to offer the world.

However, this slower period of innovation was short lived as another global conflict broke out and nations ramped up their technical industries to gain an edge over their adversaries. Watching these new technologies develop, all without using any ideas that I had planted in someone else’s mind, was the lowest I’d ever felt. And these technologies seemed to appear day after day.

I cried the first time I saw a plane.

Now, with nothing to offer the world and no new ideas, I’ve fallen to living on the streets. Others have taken my ideas and learned how to combine and improve on them while I fell behind. All that rock had done was shove ideas into my head without teaching them to me. If only I’d learned to learn, maybe I could still be the smartest person in the world.

“Excuse me, do you need help?” I looked up at the group of adolescents looking at me from under their umbrellas. “Never wish upon a start,” I grumbled at them then lowered my head again. “It’s not worth it,” I whispered to myself as my tears hid themselves among the rain streaming down my face.

The moment finally came, everything was set and for the first time since being in this world, I was shocked. Standing Infront of an electronics store is when my whole existence suddenly came crashing down. Where was the Justice in this crime? They took my image, they took my personality and my whole perspective of life and turned it into a Netflix Series, Prime Video and HBO Max. Since when did Humans even believe in me anymore let alone find out my story. I didn't speak a single word to anyone and all humans have time for nowadays is themselves. They don't even worship their own gods that much anymore. The ones you do see worshipping their gods turn out to just be trying to use their gods for personal gain. That the loophole in most religion isn't it, come to our side and all and any of your troubles become nothin. Just hurt another human being or stole happiness from another, it doesn't matter our God forgives you for being a fake good person.

Humans over the course of their lineage and advancement seem to have stunted their own growth mentally and spiritually. Even now I sit here Alone in my thoughts with not a single soul expressing genuine concern. I can toss my coat and not a single thing will change.

Just then a Female Voice chimed in, right during my thought processes. "No, No, No don't toss your coat Mr. Hancock"

Taken with Nostalgia, I looked up to find the familiar face of someone I had not seen since Centuries of Old.

"Did you lose your voice over your years or does being Immortal come with Dementia as well", She Joked!

How...How can this be? I jumped up and raised my hands as if to stroke her hair. "Catelyia" I murmured in disbelief, it was then that I came back to my senses to the sound of change as an Old Couple passed on by. It was only just a dream I spoke as I snapped my fingers, just before going back to laying against a tree in the park.

Ps. Haven't wrote anything since highschool so 15 years now 😂

The note disappears in your hands before you get the chance to read it. You try to wake up, but this isn't a nightmare. How did you get here? No one knows the answer. You attempt to run your hand against the walls to find an escape, but can't even find the walls. You yell out for help, but are all alone. You try to recount the events of the previous days, hoping it might shed light on how you got here, and how to get out.

It was a day like any other, you wake from your slumber at the crack of dawn, ready for what lies ahead. Up you rise to greet your family, before making breakfast and heading to work. You love your job as a school teacher, it does have its ups and downs, but overall you start everyday with a smile on your face and leave with joy in your heart.

Today was different though, and from the start you started to suspect something was up. The children seemed less focused than usual, more nervous, like they knew something you didn't. It is probably fine, you have nothing to worry about. You continue teaching as normal until a message comes over the loudspeaker. What happened next is a blur, all you remember is trying to get your students to safety as panic fills the air. It is probably fine, you have nothing to worry about. That is what you tell yourself, that is what you convince yourself is true, but deep down you know it isn't. You don't quite know what happened after that, all you remember was hearing the sound of a door creaking ever more open, then the sound of a pistol.

Back in the room you see the note appear again, "Welcome to the afterlife, there is no escape. Get comfy, the grim reaper awaits your next lesson."

The story of a goblin who wanted to be a knight and save the human princess...