A church choir performing an anthem.

Writing and maintaining a large software project.

A rock concert.

Building an apartment building.

Performing "The Nutcracker" again, but with new props and choreography.

A circus.

Constructing and launching a new rocket.

Running a hospital in a war zone.

A junior high soccer match.

A fashion show.

School lunch.

Making coins for currency.

Removing wisdom teeth.

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I'm too stupid to understand the jokes. But entertaining nonetheless!

I’m not scared anymore something happened, something inside of me changed like a switch went of inside of my head it just clicks now.

I walk over to the woman and I ask “So you see it too.”

She replies, “Finally! I’m not crazy! You have no idea how long I’ve been alone with this thing for so long. All I wanted was to know that I can’t be the only one with this thing. Please I’m begging you just kill me! I don’t want to live like this anymore I can’t take it.”

I replied, “I can’t do that. Why don’t you just stay with me for a while until we can learn how to manage this thing.”

Want to see how it ends? 15 upvotes and I’ll post a second part.

She is a witch she turned me to a newt

Most of the world's computers (and routers and toasters) are 99% idle and unsupervised. So the spare space and cycles are repurposed by malware. Converting space and cycles to cash is straightforward. You'd think malware has to be fairly stealthy to avoid users noticing and reimaging their machines, but no, it's quite difficult to interfere so blatantly that "owners" step in. Other malware is the real competition. So it's competing bands of malware developers, all using it for boring cash generation. Other bands steal cash directly. And underfunded governments occasionally step on some toes. A few bands pursue more interesting goals.

Part 2 please

What a fucking plot twist! Well done!

The audience for interesting geometric crazy quilts is rather limited, and oddly, is known to attract the interest of certain government organizations. So a network of quilters has set up an encrypted and obfuscated cross-continental chat ring to collaborate on their chosen hobby.

The timer went off and I knew it was ready. I stood up, and I poured the ramen out of the pan and into the bowl. I sighed, knowing my time was soon over. As I poured the ramen in my bowl, I knew it was soon time to go back to the past. Back to 15 year old me. I poured the flavor packet in my bowl. I stirred it, and I took it outside. As I sit in the flower field, I slowly ate it and counted my seconds left in this peaceful future. 5, 4, 3, 2..1.

In this world, whenever someone turns 15, they swap bodies with their self from 10 years in the future for an hour. My name is Robin, and I’m 15. My time in the future is up. It was nice and peaceful. Nobody was there, so I got to enjoy some time alone. But sadly, my time has come to and end.

As I felt the peacefulness of the future fade away, i heard the first thing of my present invade into my world. A loud banging noise. It sounded like someone banging on wood. A wooden wall? Wait, no.. a door. As my present leaks into my consciousness, I find myself in a familiar environment. My room. The door is locked, and there is a loud banging noise.

“ROBIN. HUNNY. OPEN THE DOOR.” My mom yelled, panicked.

I took a step back. My mom was never angry. Never. I feel my phone in my hand, which I slip into my pocket. I hear my dog whimpering and barking. I turn around and walk towards Fluff, my dog. I walk up to him and go to pet him, thinking he is startled by the banging. I go to pet him, and I feel a sharp pain. He bit me. He never bites. And this wasn’t just a playful bite.

“Robin.. you monster. Open this door.. RIGHT NOW.” My mom yelled.

I looked around in a panic. My mom never thought of me that way.. never. And then I saw it. My sister. I run to her in a panic. Her lifeless body lay on the floor in a bloody mess. I check her pulse.

I step back. What the hell happened. I start to sob. My dog barks louder, my sisters blood spills more out on the floor, my mom bangs on my door so hard it’s about to be busted open. I get dizzy, and everything starts spinning. My door is cracked and is about to break. In a panicked state, i rush to the window and open it. I jumped out and ran behind the house and hid. I got more and more dizzy and everything was spinning around me. My moms words spun through my mind. A monster. That’s what I am, huh? That’s what I’ll become. A monster. Everything got blurry, and I collapsed into a bush.

I woke up to a large headache, and a bunch of pain, like I fell asleep in a bunch of needles. Everything was blurry, and my head throbbed like it was going to explode. I felt around me, no idea where I was. Everything I touched hurt me. I struggled to breathe. I kicked around and rolled until I fell out. I looked around, everything was a bright radiating blur. I looked to what I fell out of, a bush. I stood up, dizzy. I walked around, trying not to fall. Everything around me was blurry, but was getting better. Everything ached. I walked, and eventually stumbled into an alleyway. I recognized this alleyway, I’d always stumble in here on the way home from school, always 1 or 2 drug dealers in here. But this time it was empty and silent. The silence surrounded me and pounded in my ears. I limped around. I leaned against a wall. What the hell did my future self do? I try and recollect what happened, how I got in that bush. I got dizzy, it was bright, and everything just.. stopped. I realized, I passed out. I twisted my ankle in the fall. But my thoughts were interrupted by footsteps. I’m not sure why, but I felt the need to hide. I jumped into a dumpster. I winced in pain but kept quiet. I tried to climb to the top of the trash, but I felt a sharp pain from my ankle which invaded into the rest of my body. I fell back into the trash with a loud thump, and I heard someone yell.

“WHO’S THERE?” A man yelled. He sounded like he was in his 30s.

I stayed quiet. My entire body ached for me to scream, to yell, to die. But I didn’t. I just cried. I kept my cries quiet and to myself. But I kept crying. I thought about it. I’m a criminal. I obviously.. murdered my sister. I’m on the run, hiding in a dumpster with a twisted ankle with a man about to find me. But instead of the dumpster opening, instead of a man digging in the trash and finding me, I heard someone collapse. I dug to the top of the trash, trying to breathe. Trying to live, and not suffocate in this dumpster. I climbed through the trash, drinks and food spilling all over me. It stunk. I could barely breathe. I started to panic, knowing that soon I would die. I would die a criminal, never to be found again in a trash can. And then, I felt something metal on my hand. I pushed at it, and it slightly opened. I pushed on it with both hands, and it cracked open. I felt it, fresh air. I gasped for the fresh air, trying to get as much of it as I could. I saw outside, it was bright even for an alleyway. I poked my head out, and I saw the man. A police officer. He was collapsed on the ground, bleeding out. He had a paper in his hands. I crawled out as much as I could trying not to fall, but I lost my grip and fell hard on the ground. I heard a small snap, and I sobbed. I crawled over to the paper the man was holding, and grabbed it from his cold hands. I looked at it.

• Robin Brown: Wanted dead or alive.

I dropped it. I tore it. I crawled away, backing myself in a corner. I’m a monster. A murderer. I murdered my sweet, innocent 8 year old sister. I killed her. She was sweet and innocent and I loved her so much. I didn’t even get to say goodbye before she died. My head ached, my ribs broken, my ankle twisted.

I remember. I had put my phone in my pocket. Maybe, it can help me figure out what the hell is going on. I opened my phone and entered my password, my tears dripping on my phone and the cold ground.

It only got worse. Everything on the internet, was just.. me. Thousands of pictures of me. People saying I killed their families. Innocent little 8 year old girls saying they saw me murder their families while she hid in the closet. My old 52 year old neighbor John who loved when I cooked for him, claiming I killed his wife. Everywhere saying I killed thousands. Millions. 86% of the population was gone and it was my fault. I was the monster.

My tears dropped everywhere. I don’t understand. I’m a monster. A murderer. My service went out, and I threw my phone and broke it. I sobbed, isolating myself more in the corner. I hate this, I hate myself. Im a monster, a murderer. I killed my sister. Thousands, Millions dead and it was my fault.

How could my future self murder 86% of the population in an hour? And why..? My 8 year old sister did nothing.

-10 Years Later- I walked down the cold alleyway, my loud and heavy footsteps echoing. All alone. I walked back to my house, nobody walking the streets. Nobody talking their dog on a walk. Nobody in the homes. Just me.

I walked into my home and stepped into the kitchen. I sat down in a chair, and sighed.

And then I started counting. 5,4,3,2..1.

And suddenly, I’m back to the past. Before any of this happened.

“Hello!! You must be older Robin!” Annabella yelled. “That’s so cool!! What’s the future like?” I smiled. The dog, curled up on the side of my bed snored. I walked up to my sister. I held her in my arms. She giggled. “Yay!! Hugs!!” I smiled, and held her in my arms.

Time to repeat history.

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I've had several writing prompts that I really enjoyed during November. Most of my October stories were pretty grizzly so I tried to stick with a theme related to dream/imagination magic for this month. I enjoyed the act of writing them but I don't think they were seen by many. 😅

This is two that i felt were really satisfying to write:

https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/z1ufaa/wp_there_is_a_place_a_place_between_places_its_an/ixi1cj1?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3

https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/yvvkzi/wp_you_have_been_imprisoned_in_space_but_not_in/iwglu6v?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3

I think this whole theme came from me writing a story in response to a comment that said: "Anything can be a prompt if you're creating enough."

After my story-reply I was told I was a Picasso of writing 🥰

"Why aren't you in your dragon form?” the knight in black heavy armor took his helmet off and asked as he stabbed his sword on the ground. Obviously irritated for being belittled and the fact that he was in this cave again, fighting to rescue the princess for the fifth time.

"Are you looking down on me?" He asked threateningly at the dragoness before him. He gave her a death glare.

"How about you just hand over the princess this time. I'm sick of fighting you." The man said heartlessly. He glanced at the princess.

"Don't worry this will be over quickly princess. I'll bring you home in time for you're tea party this afternoon." The knights blue aura of mana exploded as he dashed at the dragoness.

The dragoness with beautiful red hair and silver draconic eyes was dressed seductively in light armor. Her cheeks blushed embarrassingly as well with a bit of annoyance and anger. "Hmph, I don't need my dragon form to face you. You will have to make me change if you dare." She said flustered as she blocked his sword with her transformed hand like claws.

The knight growled. "So be it." And so a fight began as the princess watched tiredly.

This has been the fifth time in the past three months that a showdown has happened between these two. The princess gave an exhausted look at the hopeless dragoness and the incredibly dense knight of hers.

I'm sick of being kidnapped. The princess thought. The first time the princess was kidnapped and saved was when the dragoness fell in love. Something about the way the knight fought fearlessly captivated her that day. The princess was quite surprised when the dragoness showed up in her draconic human form outside the balcony of her room that very same night. The princess could tell the dragoness was embarrassed to ask for help as she practically pleaded with the princess to let her kidnap her again so that she could meet and face him one more time before confessing.

The princess was flabbergasted but thought getting a dragon to owe you a favor would be advantageous to herself and her kingdom so she relented. Then it happened four more times...these passed three months have been eventful to say the least. During this time the dragoness and princess became sorta close as the princess with long flowing blond hair continued to help the dragoness find a way for her own knight to fall in love with her.

But why?!

Why was he so dense?! The princess thought for the umpteenth time today as she looked at the flirtatious fight happening in front of her as the dragon play fought the knight. While the knight carried a small smile. She watched as the dragoness dodged in such a way that showed off her cleavage while the knight tried "seriously" to defeat her. She wanted to palm her face in embarrassment at the two but couldn't as she had to play and act as the damsel in distress. She continued to watch until she simply couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop it, you two. Right now." The dragoness and knight looked at the princess in surprise as they paused their battle mid motion. The princess looked at the knight.

"You, you are very dense. Can't you see what's happening before your eyes?" She practically screamed.

"Huh?" The knight looked bewildered.

"W-wait, Laura, d-don't!" The dragoness cried out as her draconic ears flushed violet.

"First of all, this is the 5th time I've been kidnapped by the same dragon. This should have been you're first clue. Secondly, look at how she is fighting you?! How obvious can it get?! Haven't you read books on dragon mating rituals before?! Don't answer that, it was rhetorical. Of course you haven't. Let me just tell you. When a dragon likes the opposite sex, they fight! Playfully! And lose on purpose!" The princess took a heavy breath in as she continued her rant. The dragoness was speechless as she turned around and crouched down to the floor as if she wanted to disappear. She did...as she casted an invisibility spell on herself. The princess looked over sympathetically at where the now invisible dragoness was.

"I'm sorry but sometimes men can be so incredibly stupid that they don't know what's in front of their eyes unless it's just told out loud honestly. If you won't confess. I'll do it for you. This dragoness likes you okay?!!"

The knight was speechless. His face turned a bit pink as he took all of what she said in.

"I-I see...I-is that so. The dragoness likes me... To be honest I had a hunch but I never acted on it. My job is to protect the princess. My feelings can't get in the way of my duty." He said respectfully. He looked around the cave.

"Umm. If you're still out there...just know...that the feeling is m-mutual." The man replied to the open cave. Suddenly the dragoness appeared again right next to the knight her silver eyes gazed at the knight in pleasant surprise.

"R-really?!"

"Y-yes. I enjoyed our battles. If you'll have me. Would you give me a chance?" He asked hesitantly.

"Of course!" She said almost too eagerly that the knight took a step back.

"Ehem. I mean sure. I'll give you a chance. Human." She turned her face as she was too embarrassed to look at the knight any further.

"Great! But I need to ask. What is your name?" The black knight asked as he smiled in relief. The dragoness looked at him blankly as she tried to recall if she told him her name only to realize she has not. This made her want to crawl in another hole and disappear again.

"You can can call me C-Claire." She stuttered.

"Claire..Claire.." the man mumbled to himself.

"Okay. Claire would you like to join the princess and I for tea?" The man asked on a whim.

"Sure!" The dragoness smiled sweetly while the princess sighed and laughed in relief.

Thank God. I don't need to be kidnapped anymore! And they are kind of adorable. The princess's heart melted at the display in front of her. This was worth it. I'm so amazing. I should become a professional matchmaker... The princess thought cockily as she practically skipped while humming a famous tune as they left the cave.

1. The nation of [A] maintains a policy of strict neutrality in the conflict between the nations of [B] and [C]. As agents of the nation of [B], your task is to capture and reverse-engineer the wreckage of an advanced alien aircraft that crashed within the borders of nation [A] without causing a diplomatic incident.
2. While a cure for the zombie plague has been discovered, the apocalypse created a world where nobody currently has the infrastructure and know-how to produce this miracle pharmaceutical at sufficient scale. Help the mayor of Fort [A] to create and maintain a factory capable of producing the cure.
3. [A], a habitat orbiting Jupiter, has grown tired of synthetic caffeine pills; it wants to be the first space colony to grow coffee outside of Earth's atmosphere. It's your job to figure out how to do that.
4. After fifteen years, the virtual crime division of the [A] Habitat finally has a promising lead on one of the relays that a rogue AI has been using to launder money for the largest crime syndicate in the asteroid belt. They need your team to track down the AI's core server location and interrogate it for information on high-ranking members of the Cartel.
5. Your necromancer circle is pretty sure that they've figured out a way to stabilize the soul inside a reanimated body, halting the process which usually leads to degeneration into mindless zombies. If you can prove this to the Academy of Mages, you might be able to end Death itself. Unfortunately, you are a wanted person, and the Academy is about a month's travel away.
6. Nobody escapes the Northern Mines. Even if you got over the walls, there are hundreds of miles of tundra between you and civilization. You don't care - you and your fellow inmates are going to try anyways.

Apologies if these are pretty sci-fi heavy.

First time at this, hopefully it's half decent. Here goes nothing.

"Marry me." The words hit me like a bucket of ice water after what had been the arguably one of the most magical nights. That's saying something considering I've been around for almost half a century. I've gained enough experience at this point to have high standards.

"I think maybe the tequila might still be talking or maybe I misheard..."

"No, you heard correctly and I'm completely sober. Marry me." He calmly tells me without breaking eye contact. He was completely serious.

This man must truly be out of his mind. I have had my fair share of crazy, hard not to at my age, but this is certainly the first time I received a marriage proposal within 15 hours of meeting someone. A slurry of thoughts and emotions began to cycle through my mind. Horrified, flattered, slightly creeped out, and frankly a little annoyed that he didn't at least get down on one knee. I may be old, but a little romance would be nice. He may not have had a ring prepared, but if you're going to ask at least put a little effort into the gesture. For a moment I start to dream about what it would be like to vow to spend my life with someone. I immediately squash the idea and bury it deep down in the depths of my heart; "till death do us part" hits differently when only one of you can actually die.

I gingerly get out of bed and begin putting my clothes back on, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. While certainly not my first one night stand, they never seem to get less awkward for me. "Listen, James was it? This has been a hell of a night, but I'm just not looking to settle down at this point in my life. I'm sure you'll meet someone

I can feel the bed shift as he props himself up into a sitting position, leaning against the wooden head board. I can feel his gaze on my back as I begin to put my sandals on. I can practically hear the gears turning as he ponders what I've just said.

"You're not ready to settle down now... does that mean you would be later?" He inquires thoughtfully.

I pause just before opening the door. "Sure, just ask me again in fifty years," I state jokingly over my shoulder, and take a moment to appreciate the view of James O'Connor for the last time. Or, so I thought.

It's just not possible I think to myself as I hide behind a tacky tropical Tiki bar. I steal a quick glance at a man reading a thick novel while lounging in a cabana by the pool. Auburn wavy hair, emerald green eyes, silver framed glasses, and a small white scar poking through the five o-clock shadow on his chin. There was no question in my mind that I was looking at James O'Connor after five decades have passed. He looks just as good as the last time I saw him, I lament while nibbling on my thumb nail. You would think being immortal would be I wouldn't have to worry about metabolism and working out, but you would be wrong. I decide it would be better to ponder this conundrum in a more tactful location like my hotel room and begin to head back to my room.

"Leaving so soon?" I jump a little at the unexpected question. I was so lost in thought I hadn't notice he had left the cabana and snuck up on me.

"James! What a surprise! Me, leave? Oh no, I was just... going back to my room for a minute, I forgot my, uh, phone."

Amused, James smiled slightly while watching me squirm in embarrassment. He was clearly enjoying watching me struggle. He lean down towards me and asked, "You mean the phone that is currently in your left hand?"

I looked down at my iPhone 13 in its full glory, shattered screen and all. He got me on that one. I stared quietly at my feet hoping a hole would open up and swallow me, you'd think at by now I wouldn't be so darn awkward. He gently pinches my chin and tilts my head up until I'm gazing directly in his eyes.

"Why don't we go for a walk? I think we have a lot to talk about. After all, it has been fifty years since we last saw each other, and I do believe you said to ask you again."

Okay so to be fair, they have been holding me captive my entire life and manipulating me in order to create entertainment, but I may have gone a little overboard.

Realising I was on TV was not as hard as the films make out. I mean seriously, it would be so much easier for them if they actually created an original reality that they could warp to fix any issues they may run into but no, the idiots created an entirely basic world, seemingly identical to the world outside which I am still yet to visit.

After one two many terrifying crowds of people ran me away from buildings that supposedly had no interior, I realised how conveniently timed and manoeuvred everything was. I’m about to enter and suddenly whoever I am with starts to drag me somewhere they supposedly just “have to go” and on cue, a crowd leaves the building, getting off work at 11am, none of them ever actually making contact with my body but rather my only fear of being crushed moving me away.

So needless to say, at the ripe age of 18, I figured it out. I started screwing with people by first informing my careers advisor that I intended on becoming a flight attendant, the perfect career to travel the world and see all the things I never got to see as a child. The panic in her face was priceless but sure enough, a surprise uni fair that I “was informed of a month ago” appears on school grounds and I instantly get mobbed by an administrator begging me to attend their unsurprisingly local uni. I let everyone relax and accept their offer.

I switched it up a notch and decided to have the rebel phase I’d always been too terrified to go through. “Disappearing” till all hours and concealing my grins at the fake fear on my “parents” faces knowing full well they knew where I was the whole time. Took up drinking which I doubt was like actual drinking as everything just tasted like sewage and made me feel nothing, presumably so I wouldn’t actually develop any health complications from it but would still stop doing it.

I wasn’t sure why I was doing all these things, they weren’t helping me to escape. I guess they were just ways to fill time. Allow me to push back, rebel against them, make myself a nightmare. Make them feel slightly bad about filming me my whole life, hiding cameras in my shower and mirrors, falsifying friendships, manipulating me and moulding me how they wanted me to be. I wanted to make things difficult, so I continued down this path.

One night I “accidentally” put a fork in a plug socket, just so I could hopefully black out the cameras for the night and let myself feel free. But somehow they idiots managed to connect everything together. I blacked out everything with that one simple action. I could hear the panic around me, feel it in the air. But this was my chance.

One major side effect of realising that you are being watched is learning to see in the dark. I would shower, dress and have fun in the dark so once again, I could feel free. I had learnt the intricacies of my house and could make out all the outlines of things. I could hear my “parents” calling for me. Insisting I stay in my room to stay safe. Fat chance. I got myself downstairs, into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife I could find.

About an hour later everything turned back on. Safe to say they’re going to let me go.
They can’t very well continue to make money off of someone who massacred an entire village.

Even if nobody saw me do it, they all saw the first shot when the cameras came back on. Me in the centre of town, drenched in blood, surrounded my bodies.

I don’t know why they acted all surprised, they all watched me kill my sister when I was 12. I was never one to give up the spotlight, and I could sense they were getting bored of me, the plots were getting weaker. But now no one will forget me. I will be immortalised

I'm still relatively new with my own sub, and it's been a bit of learning process. I started mine up out of a necessity to make my work more manageable/productive.

I was completing WPs that were pulling scenes, characters, and powers from a story I'm developing. Several users expressed interest in that particular storyline and wanted me to message them when I posted similar stories. As more people requested that I PM them, it was looking kind of intensive for notifying several users of each post.

So I made a sub for a centralized location for those stories and just sent the link to those users. I'm still adjusting flairs, collections and content, but what I recommend is utilizing scheduled posts. I haven't set this up on mine yet, but I have it set up on other platforms and it definitely makes life easier in regards to productivity.

I'm still tinkering with flairs and collections, but the latter seems to be the better place option for my needs.

r/jtwrites

You should come visit us in the south!

Defeat a dark wizard who has mental control over the king of a powerful foreign nation

Return back to Earth with vital information on a half broken spaceship while being hunted

Assassinate a reclusive paranoid billionaire

Overthrow a corrupt government

Broker peace between two immortal superhumans who loathe each other because further escalation of their conflict threatens to wipe countries if left unchecked

Survive and escape a deserted island to make it back to civilization

You wake up in the same way you've woken up so many times before. Lie in the perfectly made bed, in the perfect white house, in a street of identical white houses, in a town full of identical streets. For years, it had seemed like home, but now, as you look out the window, you see it for what it truly is.

A facade.

You had went into that room out of curiosity. A crack in a wall, showing a room on the other side that was anything but ordinary. There was loudness, and chaos, and all the things that in your life, didn't exist. You had closed off that memory, filled the gaps in with the comfortable knowledge that it was all a dream.

But deep down you knew it was different. You knew the sound of another world hidden under the walls of your own, and you were going to find it again if only to prove yourself correct.

More cracks started appearing a few weeks after that.

A careless bagel and coffee left in the window of an "abandoned" house. The coordination between everyone, as if it was all a convoluted dance designed to draw the viewers attention away from the weak links of reality.

A week after that, you found the cameras.

This is my first post on this sub so any and all feedback is appreciated. Have a great day!

#REGENERATIVE

Yep, absolutely! Actually, any team-based RPG with a character-building system that rewards specialization would probably work. So sci-fi, fantasy, horror, crime, superhero, cyberpunk... pretty much any form of genre fiction.

So that's a second lens I could use for this part of my process. Just take any RPG and use it as inspiration for both the group project and the characters. Though not the setting, obviously.

I'm learning a lot here today.

An interesting twist on an older tale. :)

I give up