you're right on! This felt like the start of a much longer story but I had to move on with my day and I didn't know how to end it so I just tried to cut it at a reasonable stopping point but you're totally right that there is much more to it! The adventures of a rebellious baby dragon in the terrifying modern human scientist world ^^

Nice telling. Thank for the story!

typo: "For bow"->"For now"

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thank you <3 T^T I'm beyond excited and gratified that people have read and left a comment on my writing <3

Very nice!

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That’s pretty accurate to him

Lockpickinglawyer: Hello guys this is the lock picking lawyer and today i have quite the video for you guys, you see after i died god deemed me a ungreatefull sinner for showing people who watch my videos how to steal a plethora of items from innocent civilians qnd break into their homes, cars, businesses, etc. But after making my way through the danmed and going on a highstakes adventure with other fallen people, i made it to the golden gates of heaven, and there appears to be a masterlock keeping these giant gates together

Random angel gate gaurdian 1: hey you, what are you doing over there

Lockpickinglawyer: sorry for the background noise, there is a gaurd who is calling out to me, for the sake of this video ill just ignore it.

Rabdome gate gaurdian 1: im gonna come over there

Lockpicking lawyer: oh it seems we have now have a challenge for the video we have approximately 2 minutes to complete this pick job or i'll get my ass sent back to the 9th circle of hell but luckily it's a masterlock and using my lockpickinglawyer lockpicks, link to these tools in the description btw, i can easily crack it open anyways i get a click out of one

Random gate gaurdian 1: Hey he's picking the blessed masterlock

Random gate gaurdian 2: but god said no one is able to pick it we better hurry

Lockpickinglawyer: a click out of 2 and a wiggle out of 3, looking over my right shoulder i can tell we have a minute left so i better hurry, anyways i get a click out of 3, move back to 1 and we have completed the challenge now all i have to do is enter anyways maybe god should spend less time stalking the destined sinners on earth and more time in investing in a better lock, anyways that is all for today hope you like and subscribe and in the next video i'll reincarnate and lockpick open the doors that lead to the catacombs of the vatican

Random gate gaurdian 1: well shit what are we gonna tell micheal

Random gate gaurdian 2: i think our chances are better we just head straight to hell ourselves

I have sent this to no less than a half dozen people. This is beautiful.

I'd imagine the Draconic Taxation Bureau has a decided lack of humour about impostors. These adventurers may eventually decide that they would have been better off eaten by the dragon.

If anything, the discovery of what their marks meant had made humanity bold.

A dig in Greece, of all places, had turned up the equivalent of a second Rosetta Stone, allowing for translation of an ancient long forgotten language and thus, the marks every human now bore on their arms.

After the rapture, humanity had basically just milled around in small towns, abandoning the larger cities in search of more manageable resources. Keeping the power on for a small town was easier than figuring out city grids and those towns usually had nearby water, the land required for growing food and wildlife to hunt.

But now, almost 300 years later, with a substantially larger population, they were returning to the cities in droves. Those that had stayed in the cities - in hospitals, hardware stores and the like - were not altogether welcoming, but a shared goal as big as this was enough to convince them to let others in. Especially when the others brought fresh livestock like cattle, chickens and sheep.

The ambition now was to record history and to create it. The long obsolete space programs were re-ignited and globally, every country began to organise armies.

There had been a lazy peace, with 4/5ths of the population gone. More than enough resources for those who survived. Each community largely policing itself without the rules that had previously prevented them from say, killing a rapist or pedophile. Life was safer in a number of ways. Although getting hurt badly was effectively a death sentence without the infrastructure to support a full medical staff. Passionate people pursued their passions undisturbed. Progress ground to a standstill and education was just maintained. The most valued skills now were practical over intellectual.

However now humanity knew they weren’t alone. They understood at least some of the language of the creatures that had done this to them. And the thought that there was no point in killing them had rallied them back into their previously held notions that they were powerful. In control. Indestructible. They were angry for their ancestors. For the lives they might have been able to live. But mostly, humanity was indignant. Who exactly thought they could harvest HUMANS? And just walk away like it was nothing?

The space race was on, and not just by way of shuttles. Humanity collaborated and bickered and toiled. They referenced old sci fi shows for inspiration. What they had lost they clawed back, and the world surged back into an era of progress. They stayed QUIET. They studied, they learnt, they bred. The untied globally, and agreed against war. They had just one battle in mind. One really big battle.

For the next five hundred years humanity refused to leave its own galaxy. Even when they were entirely capable of it. Even when their weapons could obliterate everything in its path, even when their shields could block everything, or contain nuclear blasts. Even when every scouting mission came back safe. Even when every indication was that they were ready, humanity toiled for more.

They had lived for thousands of years without anything like this, so they felt they should have thousands of years more. But the thought these god like aliens could return any time drove them. They would not be satisfied until they were their own gods. Until they could find them with their scouts and go undetected. Until they could learn their weaknesses fully.

They would not be satisfied until they could send a message back to the aliens in their own language. We are coming.

Not really, Christians are clearly innocent victims in the prompt.

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Write about a fight between supernatural beings, however you are not allowed to describe in any detail what supernatural being the combatants are.

Well It's not that I hate the unhappiness but the NTR particularily.

Your story is not bad, just not to my taste.

Well I certainly wasn't going to do a happy story, the prompt made that feel like the obvious choice.

"It says What!?"

All my years as 3rd legion commander of the Separatist Insurgency Nations could have prepared me for... that. After about 20 years of fighting for reconstruction of the world after all the good people left and the world broke, a rather leading figure in our RnD department came to me. See, he was the top of the line in attempting warp travel in both short distance and long. And he had a hobby. After the rapture, the angels left a few artifacts in their wake in an attempt to completely obliterate the rest of humanity... it either didn't work or hasn't started yet. And on these artifacts were inscriptions. Most of them are intangible, but some of them are bible verses that can be reversed translated... well this scientist came to me with a deciphered alphabet as way to encode messages to and from as an added touch of security.

As he was presenting this to me, I brought the aspect of the stamps on all of our foreheads to mention. After all it's the Same language, and I'd feel rather proud about putting the Matter to rest after all these years. He looked at me and opened his mouth, then closed it then flipped the whiteboard he had to present the cipher on to its other side and started translating....

Which brings us back to here.

"Yes... I-it says 'd-do not harvest, n-not fit for--"

"I heard you the first time dammit." I didn't to get stern at the mad doctor, but the revelation was a little much, even for me.

The doctor sulked a bit. I let out a breath of fatigue and apologized "Sigh... I'm sorry doctor... it's just... all this time we all thought that they left us because they were destined, or they had earned it... not... Not to be culled like cows."

The silence that left was heavy

...

...

"P-perhaps we could avenge t-them?"

"I don't follow"

"You've n-noticed how some of the angels artifacts look like portals?"

Given that I was looking at the head of the field for our own portals, I think I can trust him "go on."

"Activate one of their portals, take the fight back to them"

I stood up and looked out the window, a training ground for troops doubling as a watch point due to its close proximity to the ocean... an ocean permanently stained red, and a blackened sky with no sun, a giant snake like monster breaking the depths for but a moment, daemons either of monsterus proportions, or of rather humanoid appearance, both with intelligence rivaling our own. Contact with the devil had made and a treaty had been made, for even his ultimate evil had felt sympathy for us, for hell had just expanded and we had been plunged into it all.

We had nothing left to lose and everything to gain.

We will not let this cycle continue again.

I grabbed the phone on my desk and rang HQ. "Get me Arch commander, I have a message for her."

Thank you. So many untold stories. Like why Xagrax ate the king. I would love to be a good story teller. And I have so many. Yet it is time consuming for me to write and edit in English. I will try to write more. Maybe I can be a professional writer someday. A dream I was too lazy to chase after.

Hahhaahhahaa hilarious 😂. Just amazingly delightful!!! Hahaha . Oh the silly boy isn't that silly at all is he. He's just smart and out smarted the Big softy dragon. Mooooore!!! Please!!

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Oups I forgot the title The Mountain Spirit's Healer : Azimir's Elthia

Eternity had stretched on. I had watched as my friends passed on, as humanity changed, and I remained the same. Now as the last human in the universe, I believed I had been forgotten.

"Why the long face, old chum?"

"Genie? Is that you? I haven't seen a familar face in a million years!"

"Adam, how is eternity treating you?"

"It's fine, I realized a lot since we last met."

"Anything good?"

"Mostly how short sighted I could be, with the exception of freeing you, I didn't think everything through properly."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, while I have everything I need...need and want are very different."

"Well, we could change that for ya buddy. I wouldn't mind helping my last master, and patron of my freedom another trio of wishes."

I was surprised, but chuckled.

"Thank you, but I don't want to abuse your goodwill. I didn't free you for you to owe me a thing."

The Genie grinned and patted my back warmly.

"I know, I know. But consider it a billion back birthday gifts."

"Then wouldn't I-"

"Just shut up and take the wishes before I start doing it for you!"

I chuckled, and then leaned back. "Come back in a century and then I will know my first wish. For now however let us celebrate!"

We enjoyed each other's company for almost an old earth year, nothing to beings that time forgot. Then years passed and he returned.

"3 wishes coming right up!"

I smiled, and offered another celebration, and at the end another hundred year delay. I kept that pattern up for a few thousand years before the Genie became annoyed.

"Alright, no party, no delays. Wishes. Pronto!"

"Then my first wish, is to have a wonderful celebration with my friend every hundred years."

He rolled his eyes, and granted my wish.

"Second. I would like a companion, someone or something that can last alongside me."

With that the Genie took a moment, and from the air spun a beautiful thread into a figure. It was an artifical lifeform, an android. It could look or act like anything.

"Finally, I wish that my original second wish be amended to anything I need to be comfortable, and happy."

With a third wish granted the Genie watched as the world around us washed away, and it was like the day I had made the original wishes all so long ago.

"A second chance, eh."

I remarked, and the Genie smiled before facing away. Til next time old friend.

Not Fit for Birds

Daniel was tired of cleaning up intestines. The thresher was faulty, cutting up skin and muscle but leaving organs and softer tissue to gum up the machinery. He worked into the night, brushing by stalks of bodies fashioned from grafting people and corn together.

They screamed as he turned the machine back on, the gears once again spinning flesh into food.

He felt no connection, no familial or fraternal bond. These were engineered people, not real in any sense to him. He knew real people who starved to death after the blight. His father had been one of them.

Forgetting is painful. Daniel did not want to remember his father's bruised ribs, the concavity of his chest.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, walking back into the house where he wife sat, stirring an ancient pot full of stew. Small pieces of thigh and belly floated to the top.

She was a small round woman with the face of a moon maiden. She never seemed to smile but he didn't mind that.

"I miss the birds," he said.

They'd stopped coming around when he switched the crops. Nothing to eat for them he supposed though the ravens had sometimes come and made a mess of the eyes just for the hell of it. Animals avoided his farm. Or they were all dead. He wasn't sure which was worse.

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Write a story only using metaphors and vague references to describe things, never the actual name. Example - toaster and bread: metallic box of heat used to lightly burn my cooked wheat squares.