We define poop as out body's waste

Why in the world does it keep coming out your face

My 14 yo daughter bought herself a utility knife at Harbour freight. It looks a lot like an old USMC K-bar on steroids, but has an interesting feature: the handle has a hidden compartment. It came with a little sewing kit and a pack of matches, but she has a line of other useful options laid out on the counter. Girlie contemplates the knife and says "Wouldn't it be cool if this were really a magical knife and the magical effects changed based on whatever you put in the handle?" Little did she know.....

"What are you doing, honey?" Her mother asked with alarm.

"I don't have a playmate and I want one!" the small brunette child cried out. "Mommy, go away!"

Her mother stepped back, confused as to how and why the floor was glowing red. "Honey, maybe you should..."

"Arise!" the girl screamed. "Serve me!"

-_-

The demon that appeared, in a puff of sulfur, was quite impressive. Red skin, black horns, immodestly hung, a fearsome amalgam of bull, human man, and all demon. It looked at its summoner, the little girl, and said simply, "Aw, shit."

-_-

Rebecca loved her new monster. He played with her, checked for monsters under the bed, secured her closet, and even warmed her food for her. And laying on him... he was so warm, she didn't even need blankets. She'd begun foregoing sleeping in her bed, he was so soft and nice.

Her mother had had problems with him initially, but once they'd talked it over (rather loudly and with strange screams, over the course of several hours) she'd strangely acquiesced to his presence. All she asked for him to stay around, was for him to periodically "discuss" her health with her, in her bedroom, with the door locked, for a few hours.

Which Rebecca didn't care about because, why would she? That just meant she could watch cartoons for that much longer. But the demon was great! She slept so much better, and even her mother seemed happier with him around. Truly, summoning him was the best idea ever!

-_-

Kevin had never been so torn. He'd not been a good man in life; being offered to be a demon (rather than roasting forever for his crimes) was a no-brainer. But his job was to make bad deals, and to take the souls of his victims back with him.

But this time, his summoner was a little girl.

A little girl not much older than his little girl had been.

Back before he'd drank too much, wrecked the car, and killed her, thus earning his position in the hot place.

So when little Rebecca summoned him, he'd not poked all the loopholes of her child's contract in order to take her immediately to the hot place. He'd instead played with her, guarded her, and... loved her, as he'd not been able or willing to do with his little girl Lenora. He warded Rebecca for years, and her (lonely, desperate) mother permitted him his guardianship, until she was to go off to college.

Ten years, during which his pseudo-daughter thrived, knowing she had a fiery red protector waiting for her at home. And when she went off to college, when she escaped and released him of his summoning, it was only then that he returned to the hot place, and was punished for wasting so much time while failing to procure a soul. He lost his status, his powers, and was cast into the lake of fire.

And as he burned, he thought of little Rebecca, all grown up. And then he thought of his little Lenora, who would never grow up, thanks to him. And he murmured two words, just two words, before his lips burnt off of his face:

"Worth it."

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Rain take the lead 10 months of the year

Our world becomes mud

Just like I fear

Color dulls with each flower bud

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Fishbowl

Any time I took the blinds up

In her robe with her teacup

We live in a fishbowl I was told

"A muddy one at that"

It was a fact

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(It is late I am am going for it I have a test in the morning.)

Part 2?

A pile of poop

A boy has the ADHD Autsum and OCD but is actually really smart.

Gallin stared out over the edge of the world. Three weeks before, he could never have imagined being driven out here. He had been living lavishly as one of the King’s trusted advisors, the man who kept the King safe, until the Prince had decided that Gallin was a rival. The King, who in better days would have dismissed such nonsense, literally frothed at the mouth in anger as he banished Gallin. It was twenty days’ journey along the river from the capital to the edge. The caravaners that the King had commissioned to bring him out here had shown him the small mercy of not throwing him off immediately, but there was nowhere to go. The last five days of the journey had been over cursed desert, and he had been left no food. It was either jump himself, or die miserably in the blasted wastes that ringed the known world.

 

Gallin was decisive, but had no desire to die right away. He stood on the edge and gazed down. Perhaps, off to the side, under the great waterfall at the end of the river, he could see the odd auroras that some travelers reported – strange lights that lingered further down the cliff of the world. Some scientists claimed that the lights were caused by the river’s cascade, some thought it was residual spirits being driven from the world of the living, and many more thought it wiser not to guess.

 

Still, the lights were beautiful. Gallin stood and watched the colors dance deep in the great waterfall. He thought that it would be good to stand for as long as he could, and then simply drop off the edge. His hopeless ponderings were interrupted by a bell.
He jumped back. No one lived around here; there was no way for there to be such a sound. He looked around wildly, and continued to do so as a floating barge rose from beneath the edge, away from where he had been looking. Two other men stood on it, one dressed in the style of the capital’s favored children, and the other in loose-fitting garments that Gallin did not recognize. The strange man stood next to an iron bell, which had presumably called for Gallin’s attention.

 

After a moment, he did recognize the first man who wore clothes that were, as it happened, similar to his own. It was his old friend Baroul, once the King’s inventor. He had been sentenced to Gallin’s fate six years earlier, at the start of the King’s madness. Baroul looked at him. “I never thought that you would end up out here, Gallin. You always knew how to talk to the King.”

 

Gallin started to argue, but instantly realized there was no point – his simple presence proved Baroul’s logic. “The King has behaved more and more strangely since you left, Baroul. I thought that I could manage it, but the Prince has his ear more than ever. It may be a passing fancy, however. If you could bring me back on this wonderful gadget, maybe we could talk to him. Together.”

 

Baroul’s face did not change. “I know you voted to exile me, Gallin.”

 

Gallin’s knees suddenly locked in fear. His sheer will kept him upright, but he didn’t think he had too long before he fell.

 

“Ah,“ he said, “that’s just… politics. I didn’t think they’d do… this to you. Anyway, you seem to be doing…great! Thriving. Your complexion looks incredible. Have you been –“

 

Baroul cut him off. “I know that you only meant to screw me over in the normal political sense, Gallin. You don’t have a taste for blood.”

 

“Right! Right! So we can – “ Gallin started to say, but –

 

“Still, I do not forgive easily,” Baroul said. “I will save you, but you must work for me.”

 

“Save me? Great!” said Gallin. No need to be critical of a hand proffered in his moment of need. “Work, though… There’s nothing to do out here. What are we going to do?"

 

“We’ll go to the Free City,” said Baroul.

 

“There’s no such thing.”

 

“Of course there is! I saw you looking at its lights!” Baroul said proudly. “It’s under the falls!”

 

“It looks wet under there,” said Gallin. “You’re saying there are people?”

 

“It’s wonderful!” Baroul said. Gallin recognized this attitude from Baroul’s more speculative projects. “We harvest the water from the falls, and irrigate layered terraces. The change in elevation as one builds down the cliff face allows for a huge variety of crops, and of architecture. You’ll love it.”

 

“Ah,” said Gallin, who was sure that he would not. “What a wonderful situation. May I ask, why the fuck do you want to live on the bleeding edge of the world?”

 

The third man, the one in strange clothes, finally spoke. “Because of me.”

 

“Fine,” said Gallin. “Why do you want to?”

 

“Because,” said the strange man, “the edge lies in between.”

 

Gallin was beginning to wish he had just jumped. “Between what?”

 

“The edge does not go on forever. Eventually, it reaches the other side, the reverse side, where the water of the falls bends back and creates a new land, with its own people and customs, its own crops and animals.”

 

Gallin stared stupidly. “What?”

 

“Down below, there is another land, and Baroul’s city is the only stopping point between that land and the one here.”

 

“Sure,” said Gallin. He hated himself for pushing against his sudden salvation, but he had to know. “Why bother coming up here, though?”

 

“Because,” said the strange man, “I am your true prince. And the man who banished you is from the other side. That is why I know you will help us. Baroul, bring him aboard.”

 

Gallin did not care to resist.

I miss you my dear

I am not supposed to be here

In this field of fear

thanks I hope you got the reference lol

(I had a friend who had to go through this so i worked of what they said I asked them to tell me there feelings and then edited and poem I dont have first hand knowledge so made it short)

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It sucks the life out of me

Radiation therapy

I lose myself

All for the sake of my health

Delightful, I didn't expect this direction

Loved it, thank you for writing it for us.

A Fantasy writer tries to write a Sci-Fi novel but magical elements keep getting injected into the story

Considering English is not your first language, I feel you did an excellent job. thank you very much for the reply and the story I enjoyed it.

Radiation therapy

I have a set of cards from a company called Mythulu. It's to help with prompts. Here is a random sampling for you to write about. Pick one, pick all, or pick a few.
A texture: Camouflaged
An element: Metalloid
A habitat: Humid
A trait: Adorable
A character: Artist
A relationship: Rival

In other countries, yes. Ostensibly, they clean up messes at home.

I would totally read that.

Now I want to see one where the magical creature starts flipping shit about the decline in birth rates and how the internet ruined everything.

A civilian in a battlefield

"The number eleven" i mumbled to myself ,kind of chuckling because it's the eleventh day in a row a saw this number. Day 1-10 where pretty normal but on day eleven a bunch of crazy stuff happened, my alarm got of at 11:11am in stead of 9am. I got in the tram and it was like everyone was blurry accept for this one man, it was like he was in focus .

He got closer, step for step, i feelt sureal because this whole situation was not scary at all, i felt like i have seen this man with a black suit and leather shoes, every single day of my life .

He hands me this ticket with the number 11 on it, it felt like a handshake from a friend i haven't seen in years , somehow known but also like it hasn't happened in years .

Money is thight since I've moved here so I tried to discard it but it return in my pocket, i never forgot the smug on that lady's face when I tried handing her my ticket over and over again but the only thing she sees is my empty hand for a moment i though she smuggled because she thinks i am poor, i tried it on last time and while opening my hand the ticket disappears again .

She closes my hand softly and says with an even bigger smug :"if the ticket decides i am not meant to see it, it sure is right" i was never this confused but then she points to her right and there's a tram arriving , the doors open and i have never seen a tram this full of what seems to be cosplayers , no people get in ,wich i have never seen before, some guy that looks like a wizard winks me in , get in and ask :"is this real ? Are those magic animals , are you a wizard ?" He nods , raises his finger and says :"but , you need to let me see your ticket " i pull it out knowing it's impossible to get destroyed

He hits his giant wooden magic wand on the ground and there's now a little whole is in the ticket , the wizard says :"you have 99 rides left , try to learn as much as possible and you can be a wizard too" And that's how I discovered a for me new world

-sorry for bad grammatics, English is not my first language

It never occurred to me how much it would hurt to not feed. And not the normal type of feeding, I’ve eaten plenty of food.

At some point, I couldn’t hold in my urges much longer, driving me to search out in the city at night. I went my usual route & found myself a sleeping homeless person. I hunched down & gripped their shoulder. I then began to inhale the sweet invisible thick vapor rising from their head. Once I was finished I left as quick as a came. I hope I didn’t take anything too important to them. Even then, I couldn’t careless after getting my fill. I remembered why I do this, what the costs are if I don’t, if I stopped I wouldn’t even be able to remember that I could do this.

Just as the high hit.. a shadow loomed over our glorious city.

It was cylindrical and ginormous in proportion to the skyscrapers. There was a rounded edge.

What was it, it was hard to distinguish.

Damn it super Dave.. it was a giant dick..

Alt looked at me, ‘so uh what the fuck are we gonna do about that shit’?!???

‘Do you have your phone?’, ‘Yeah’.

‘Go blast super Dave with some Pizza commercials’.

Alt runs as fast as his legs can carry him, he expertly opens his browser and links onto a pizza commercial.. the giant dick slowly disappears.. pizza begins to fall from the sky..

Until.. a commercial pop up for Centaur World came on.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.