Don’t know if you’re still taking them but incase you are:

An explorer discovering an ancient temple

Looking forward to Part 2 🙏

Old man yells at clouds.

A bum with a good skill and a heart of gold, in an unforgiving world.

Human smiles shaking his head as he thinks. “Just wait until you see snow.”

Please drop the name of this manga!

Being able to dwell deeper into the madness, you allow everything and anything to enter. The occasional feeding times alarm you to return to the mortal plane every now and again, but outside of that, your madness was something they never accounted for.

And why would they? You were a financial worker for a big company, and they were asking you questions about this teleportation device that would allow people to get to anywhere in this or another universe. Heck, they even questioned me about the upcoming Revolution. Seems to be Feds trying to make me squeal about something; but they will never get me to talk as I am preoccupied with continuing my story. They gave me pen and paper to “record evidence” when they just game me materials to write a novel, maybe a few novellas.

The phrase "culture shock" was one I was aware of, knew the definition of, but never really comprehended just what an upheaval it would be to the senses until the day those ships started to descend from the sky. The rest of the base and I were all waiting with baited breath to see what would come of the first meeting in-person ever since contact had been established some weeks prior with this roaming, space-faring species.

When the ships came down, they seemed to falter after breaking through the clouds, hovering gray puffs parted by the spheres that descended towards the shores we'd arranged to be our meeting point. After all, if they were so derisive of what our planet held, it only made sense to give them coordinates that would deliver proof immediately.

Once they pods opened, out spilled the creatures, all but stumbling about towards the sands, working all three of their legs quickly to head towards the line where sand lead to water. Some stopped and stared, others dropped to their knees, others even further to the ground. It would be funny to see, if their reverence wasn't so...earnest. Perhaps this would help with negotiations? I couldn't say, I wasn't part of that sect.

Moments passed, and soon humans and aliens started to mingle; those of the aliens that had retained their faculties had a myriad of questions about the endless expanse of water beyond them, how such a thing could be possible on any planet, stories from their ancestry of the scarcity and beauty of the liquid...it boggled my mind thinking that something I could look at through the window every day and not even register was all but a spiritual reckoning to these folk.

A rumble above our heads gave warning of what the darkened clouds were about to do. A curious traveler from beyond stood next to me, looking up in curiosity, their crimson eyes blinking a few times as they saw what was beginning to fall from the sky.

"This is...what did you humans call it?" it said, holding out a claw and watching the water droplets slink across its yellow scales and to the ground.

"Rain. We usually get it a few times a week around here." I replied. The look they gave me was the same as if someone had told me they regularly grew trees with golden fruit in their backyard, before shaking their head and looking back to the sky. "It looks like it's going to go pretty hard. We have umbrellas to cover ourselves, if you want..." I said, before being quieted by another look, this one as if I'd just told a rather subpar joke.

They simply stretched their arms up high, as if wanting to grasp the rain as it fell into their claws, something several others of their kind had begun to do around their cohorts and new human acquaintances.

"Why would I ever want to shield myself from this?"

A dragon waking from hibernation to a new world he does not know

You come home to what you think is an empty house but instead find people inside your home holding marbles and paper planes

There's a manga about older salary men magical girl that take on the dirtier monster fights that magical can't handle.

Onions. It's the onions.

There was a writing prompt on this exact thing a few months ago iirc

Traveling through a desert.

A mushroom cloud over yonder: Is it hidden by your thumb?

I've seen native English speakers do considerably worse.

Modern medical science has entered the chat.

To be entirely fair, Log Horizon is actually good for the most part.

##Modern Liszt

"Are you going to go out there?" His voice doesn't conceal the demanding nature of the question.

"I will. I just need a few moments." I take several deep breaths before opening the door.

The screams increase until they are all I can hear. The team of body guards can barely keep them away from me. I take two steps backwards out of fear of getting trampled. My manager pushes me.

"Don't be scared, go!" he says. I walk forward through the crowd; the arena entrance is thirty feet away. My head is yanked to the side. Feeling my head, pieces of hair fall out.

"I got it! I got it!" Someone screams. A few people dive at the ground to grab follicles. Multiple hands reach through my bodyguards and feel my body. I begin to weep, and fans hold out their hands to collect my tears. They don't see me as a person; they see me as a receptacle for their love and desire. I am a canvas to project their dreams of a perfect romantic partner.

One scratches my face. When I turn, I see the rage on his face. That's how it always ends with them. Reality is disappointing compared to fantasy. Rather than accept this fact, they grow angry and abuse the disappointment before them. It's strange how I cannot tell the difference between their love and hatred.

When I reach the door, I feel relief. The bodyguards push it shut behind me as a few try to shove their face in for one last look. I am guided to my make-up where I collapse. Closing my eyes, I wish for it all to be over as I enjoy the few moments of solitude.

There's a loud crash behind me. When I turn around, a fan is crawling through the broken glass. Blood spills from her whole body. When she sees me, she flashes a disturbingly large smile. Pushing off the ground, she runs towards me at an inhumane speed.

A bodyguard tackles her before she can get me. Two wrestle to get a hold of her while another two stand in front of the broken window. She shakes her arm at me in attempt to touch me, but all she does fling her blood onto me. When I look back to the mirror, my body takes over. If I am going to survive, I can no longer be present. My only hiding place is inside of me, and I will stay there for the rest of my life.

r/AstroRideWrites

Worth it

Nah I trust you.

But if you are out of ideas for names use the true method of going to star bucks and mumbling some words through a face mask and see what name they put on your order.

Gg you win

"Tell me, Mr. Laufesen, what do you know about... April First? I think it's going to be a perfect fit."

This is my favorite and the most accurate compliment, thanks!

Sure, I'll write one tomorrow. Do you want to name the 'Strange Man/True Prince'?