He got skifree'd by that yeti

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I glanced at the women with short brown hair and blue eyes across the boisterous coffee shop as we made eye contact. I sipped my coffee casually as I contemplated. The women broke eye contact as she glanced at the creature behind me.

Well this is a first.

Behind the women was an ugly creature with a wicked smile staring and grinning at me across the table. It winked at me.

What should I do?

Should I get up and leave?

No...there are times when it's best to just do nothing. I will just sit here and finish my coffee and pretend this never happened.

I ignored her as I pulled out my "notebook" as I read the list of names.

Hmm who's next? I need to think on this.

I felt a sharp gaze and glanced upwards.

Hmm when did she?

Blue eyes greeted me as the women slammed a similar notebook on the table I was sitting behind. I raised my brow, Her face inches from my own.

"Um, Miss? You're a little too close for comfort...could you take a step back?"

The women ignored me as she observed me up close.

"We need to talk. Privately." She spoke softly in the busy coffee shop. If it wasn't for the fact that I could read lips to a degree I wouldn't of understood her even if she was this close.

"Excuse me?" I pretended not to hear her.

"You heard me, you-me, outside...now." She spoke louder this time.

I sighed. "Okay fine."

We left the coffee shop and walked around the block until we made an odd turn into an alley way. Our smiling creatures following us as we went. Now that we were finally alone She turned back to me.

"Your notebook. What names have you written?"

"Hmm?" I played dumb which only seemed to infuriate her. She grabbed my collar and shoved me against the wall in the abandoned alley.

" Don't toy with me. We both saw one another's creatures, no? So just give it to me straight."

I took a breath.

"You're just like me then I guess. I suppose the notebook you so brazenly slammed on the table back at the coffee shop was a deathnote as well?"

The women gave me an obvious look.

"Duh. So tell me which names did you write?"

"Trade secret. I'm sure you will hear of it on the news later anyways so why bother asking?" The women thought a moment before nodding her head.

"That makes sense." She let go of my collar and stepped back.

"I'm sorry, to be honest I am just nervous. This is the first time I've met someone like myself."

"Me too."

"Really?" She looked at me curiously.

"How can you be so calm?"

"Practice." I said plainly.

"Hmm. Whatever. Give me your phone."

"Why?" I tilted my head.

"So we can keep in contact dummy."

I guess it couldn't hurt. I'm curious as well to be honest. What names she has written. But unlike her I respect privacy. Especially with something as personal as that.

"Uh okay?" I pulled out my phone and unlocked it only for it to get snatched by the women's hands. She quickly put her number in before handing it back. She turned and slowly walked out of the alley. As she turned the corner she spoke for the last time.

"When your ready to talk about it, call me."

I stood in the alley alone in my thoughts while I looked at the new contact in my phone. shewhowillnotbenamed and couldn't help but chuckle.

Hmm...My life just got a bit more interesting. A small smile graced my lips as I left the alley behind.

I thumbed the pill bottle on the table, and rolled it until the label faced upwards. "ANTI-PSYCHOTIC 1 PILL DAILY WITH FOOD" glared back at me, in a cold and unforgiving black and white font. The bottle remained full, despite the bottle being almost a week old. Every day, I ordered the same thing from this cafe, a refill coffee and a chicken supreme, and let my food go cold while I stared at the bottle. Because this bottle promised some kind of escape.

I could feel it glaring at me. I knew that if I looked ahead of me, or in the reflection of the cutlery, or in the mirror at the back of the coffee shop, I would see it. Haunting, pale and ceaselessly grinning. The skin around its mouth tight and creased. Some days I would stare at it for hours, while other locals in the cafe would grow more and more uncomfortable at the strange man with cold food, glaring tearfully into the middle distance.

And the more I stared at it, the more I felt an intense fear grow inside of me, until it threatened to claw its way through my chest and bare all of my darkest secrets to the strangers in this nondescript cafe. So I stopped, and instead I stared at the 50mg pills that a doctor had prescribed for me a week ago.

I hadn't taken them. There was an aura of hatred around the bottle, as if the forces that had concocted them were more malevolent than whatever had sent me my incessant, smiling demon. Some ancient part of my instinct told me not to touch them, that a truth was hidden behind the tormented eyes of my silent companion, but in the throes of my anguish I took 3.

Weeks passed this way. The demon would not disappear, but the pills would blur everything, so that the grin would smear its way across my vision into an amorphous cloud of yellowing teeth, and I could no longer make out the shapes that haunted my waking hours. I could function, but barely. It was a kind of half existence, that offered an escape from the torment, but at the cost of everything else. A bleach for my sorrows.

Until I saw another blur, hovering its way at the edges of my eyesight. It moved like the ghost that haunted me, without steps, floating over tables and resting on window ledges. I knew something had changed, because I saw the two blurs sit down at the table together. In that moment, I knew that there was something here I needed to see through.

I rested my head on the table and closed my eyes, willing myself to overcome the pills. If, just for a moment, I could see and think clearly, I could find out what was so significant about a young woman, eating lunch with her ethereal demon.

When I opened them again, the cafe was empty. I knew instantly that I had slept, and the staff, having seen me wandering in a daze for weeks, had elected to leave me alone. All that remained were a few of the young workers, cleaning tables. The pills had worn off, meaning I had been asleep for hours. And then I heard her voice.

"They won't help, you know". I jumped in my chair, and looked at her. She smiled at me, a smile without pity or malice, it was a thin but friendly and it spoke of a burden shared and suddenly halved. "These things, they're not from here, so nothing from here will get rid of them". I didn't say anything, I just looked to her side and saw that her demon was much like mine. Only hers didn't grin, its teeth did not show, and instead it merely looked at me, curious, inquisitive. I could see behind its eyes that the torment was gone. And there were crumbs on its shirt collar. I realised what I had seen before. They had sat down to eat together.

I stared back at the young woman, and she fixed me with a look that preempted my question. She placed a hand on my shoulder. "They're not here to haunt you. They need your help."

I looked back at my demon, and for the first time, behind the crimson red pupils and bloodshot eyes, through the taut skin around its mouth and the strained neck muscles from its stretched face, I glimpsed a momentary light that shone for only a moment. I recognised that light, and knew in that moment what I needed to do. I shuffled up on the bench and made space for the demon, who slowly, cautiously, floated over and took his seat next to me. And the corners of his smile twitched.

Alexa's going crazy. There's no other possible reason for it. She doesn't even know how it happens.

One day she wakes up, only to see a ghoul like creature staring back into the depths of her soul. It doesn't resemble anything, just a vague black shape, with a hood covering it.

It must have eyes, for it follows her everywhere but she's never seen them. Then again, no one else sees the creature either.

She tried running for miles, screaming even going on a road trip to another state but the creature is always there. Lurking in the corner.

Alexa stares morosely at her coffee - her last one before she checks herself into the mental hospital.

Thats when she sees the woman. And the creature behind her. Alexa whirls around on instinct, but her ghoul's still behind her.

There's two of them now. She scrambles out of seat, running towards the woman.

"Hey!"

The woman looks at her, eyes widening before she starts running.

Alexa puts on a burst of speed, almost catching up to her. She needs answers. "Hey! Please! I need to know what's wrong with me."

The woman stares at her, pursing her lips, before looking at the ghouls beside them.

"Stay away from me. The more of us together, the stronger they become and then we'll be caught. "

Alexa frowns, narrowing in on one word. "Us?"

The woman rolls her eyes. "For someone who cheated death you sure seem to be trying to get killed."

Someone who is aware they are fictional realizes they have finally met the main character

> "Open it up to Q." > "Sir?" > The kid wouldn't understand.

That has no right of hitting as hard as it does. Thanks for the laugh!

Thanks!

Not a prompt, but have you seen Akudama Drive? Criminals are rated into several levels, and the worst are the Akudama, whereby their life sentence can become hundreds of years. So the police will have them publicly executed on national tv.

This was adorable! Post office probably put it in a time capsule or something, but I just love the fact such a young child thought of that!

I really liked that. Good ending 😄

A traveler ponders the nature of death, and the many ways various cultures respond to it.

Ahah I loved it, perfect like that!

Down on their luck soldiers for hire willingly "rent" out their meat-space bodies for credits by the hour. During this time, their body is controlled by a (to be named) Megacorp AI/software.

Our MC (main character) is an elite street samurai/mercenary/ Corporate Soldier-for-hire that "wakes up" mid-op, the AI software having been booted out by a rival Razorgirl with a knack for netrunning. She sees what's happened and decides to spare his life.

Now MC is left holding the bag, in the middle of a Corporate warzone with soldiers and agents gunning for him and with his figurative pants down at his ankles feeling lost as shit.

Themes: Playing with the idea of memory and identity a la Total Recall, with similar tropes of someone that's deep in an operation but has suddenly loss all his memory of who he is and of the operation (except this time it's because the AI personality chip got booted out mid-op). Other themes: Exploring the idea of if someone can be held accountable or guilty of a crime if they weren't fully in possession of their body at the time of the crime

The sheet billowed through the air, slowly enveloping everything in front of it. Drifting up lazily like a cloud on a summer day, before, with a flick of his wrists, it sprung down taunt across the table.

Waking up under a giant plush penguin, they felt pain and regret

I almost cried when I opened the box. The writing on the outside was a large, untidy scrawl that I hadn't recognised buy it all came flooding back to me as soon as a lifted the lid. I lived in a cottage in the middle of the woods. I didn't really have anything else. My parents were torn apart by a bear when I was five, and that had been hard on me. Mostly because I realised i would always be alone for my birthday. I knew I could handle it because I was a tough girl, but I thought it would be lonely for an older me to be on my own. So I collected some items that were important for me, wrote happy birthday on the box, and ran to the town where I asked the nice man at the post office to deliver this package on the 26th of November in twenty years time. He was bemused, but I think he found it cute.

Naturally, the state found me and put me into the foster system for a while, but as soon as I turned 18 I returned to my house in the woods to fix it up and just get back to my roots. I had a boyfriend staying with me for a while, but he left and I found myself alone again like I had been when I was five. Now here I was, a twenty five-year-old, sobbing over the generosity of a younger version of myself who gave up her most precious treasures in order to cheer up an adult she didn't even know. I hugged the stuffed bunny I had loved so dearly and sniffed its dusty fur.

I considered the post-office and how they had kept the strange little box from the strange little girl and still remembered the address and the date.

I felt seen.

Sati was not happy.

For starters, he wasn't just Sati, like a gods damned fishmonger. He was the great... No, the grand...master... Of something... Or other. Something else, in any case.

But it was as if something in the air itself kept repeating it, a constant murmur in his ear, telling him that it wasn't important, nothing really was, after all, and he should just relax and be happy.

Was this hell, after all? He thought by now all of the gods should know of him, and he certainly deserved it. Yet...

This was not Hell

He couldn't explain how he knew it, but it was something he was sure of. And still, he kept walking the endless clouds, without seeing anyone, just trying to put his finger on whatever it was that was wrong.

[The two angels watched as the man kept walking into the distance. There was literally nowhere he could go, he was, now and forever, in his own Haven, and nothing could ever have any effect on him until after Creation itself was extinct.

One of them spoke:

- I still don't think it was fair.
- Doubting the God's wisdom? Rarely a good career move,  particularly for our kind.
- Don't be crass. Of course I know it's _right_, the gods willed it so, it's just... I'd like to understand. 

This... _man_... has broken all of the laws, human and divine. And even a few neither even thought they should be laws before Sati, the Grandmaster Necromancer of the undead Seth Reign, decided to try to conquer the human world first just so he could have a base from which to attack the gods. 

And now, after those heroic humans sacrificed their own life to stop him, he gets to go to his own Haven? I don't get it.

- Oh to be that young again! - answered his companion, before chuckling with a sound like a brook in winter. Then added:

- Havens are filled with the things their owner have truly loved, since they're carrying them in their souls. Friends, lovers, family, pets, a favorite sunset or a particularly melodic bird... Every single instant they've truly enjoyed is there, forever theirs.

- But this one's completely barren... There's nothing here. 

- Exactly. He never had any love for anything but power, power he never truly enjoyed because to him it was just a stepping stone to an even greater one. And so, here he is... With an eternity of nothing before him. Because he had no love in his heart, even in his own Haven... He is alone.]

Kalen the barbarian woke up in the middle of a fight.

Wasn't the first time it happened to him, so he just rolled with the blow, pulled out his sword and gutted whatever had just tried to brain him before he could even clear his eyes.

He shook his head like a wet dog, trying to loose the cobwebs, and looked up.

He seemed to be on top of a reddish cliff, standing on top of a rockwall around twenty paces wide that had steep drops on both sides. The one closest to him seemed to just disappear in the distance below him, with an almost vertical drop.

He walked back to check on his attacker and saw it had been a little girl... With a meat cleaver. And tiny nubs of horns on her forehead. And filed, pointy teeth.

He sighed. Cannibals were one of those things he just could never understand, no matter how far he traveled. Might be the wisdom of the tribe still holding him back, but to be fair, eating people was just weird, as far as he was concerned.

He was still somewhat lost in his musings when the little girl stood up, ignoring the three inch gash from which her entrails were still dropping and hissed at him.

Kalen sidestepped, with an almost bored ease, then slashed low and the creature lost its legs. Another three quick chops, and then he walked back to the edge and tossed the head and limbs down, waiting to see if they made a noise when they hit something.

All he heard though, was the head's taunts and curses as they seemed to drown away to just echoes. He shrugged his broad shoulders, picked up the sword and the torso and walked to the opposite edge of the cliff.

On that side, the drop was just as steep, but not quite as long. A few hundred meters down he could see a red smoking sea surrounded by a jet black beach, where a few white rocks protruded like forgotten bones, in stark contrast to the sand.

The descent was still impossible from this side, but there seemed to be a path in the distance. He tossed the torso down, adjusted his girdle, and started to walk. Maybe there was something to kill in that beach...

I look around frantically as I run through the alleyway, attempting to find a safe place to law low while the police continue to search for me.

You might be wondering what I did, and the thing is, I didn't do it! Well actually I kinda did, but I'll have to explain so you can understand. You see, when you turn 15, you get to swap bodies with your future self, but what they didn't tell you was that your future self gets to inhabit your past body.

This means that the future you can do things while you're unaware and in the future, if that makes sense. Apparently, future me was so sick of all the shit she'd dealt with in the past, that when she was able to return she ended up commiting vile acts one would never have attempted in the more guarded and peaceful future. It was as if future me was exacting revenge on the past and I'M the one suffering for it.

So here I am, stuck here and being blamed for the extinction of modern humanity for some strange reason. I don't know how future me killed over one billion people in under an hour but she did and now everyone is pissed.

And Pondsmith's work is derivative of William Gibson's Sprawl trilogy. Neuromancer is OG Cyberpunk

There's some typos in there but I loved the tax evasion angle! I thought it was really funny.

>to an eldrich entity
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>the riddges of your brain
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>and grey (?) then came into focus
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>"in front of you" instead of "infront of you"
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>knowning smirk
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>doesn't

I would think the media, or society in general would stop working if 86% of the people were killed