“..AND THATS WHY, MY FELLOW HUMANS, WE SHOULD DESTROY THE CITY AND LIVE A LIFE OF FREEDOM FROM THE GOVERNMENTS TYRANNY! AND THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN STOP ME FROM MAKING THIS OUR FUTURE” I yell over the sea of people, big and small in front of my nemesis. Lighterman flew before me and while his stupidly neon suit and his super hero name were the most cliché things I have every seen, he surprised me. I braced for impact of the first first blow… and, well nothing. I kept my hands to my face for a solid 10 seconds when I finally got a look at him, he seemed to be.. thinking?

“Hey! Lighterman!” A guy in the crowd yelled, standing out from the ocean of silence, “Aren’t you gonna punch her in the face.. or something?”

Lighterman mumble something quickly and glided safely down to the ground where the people parted to make a spot for him.

“To be fair.. you got some pretty solid points, maybe let’s hear them out.” A whisper flew over the crowd and faint gasps could be heard. Lighterman’s words echoing throughout the city.

“Uh.. what?” I yell, trying to decide if this was a ruse to give him self a chance to surprise me. “You can’t actually be serious..?”

“No no, I see it now” he makes a big gesture with him arms, “No more criminals, violence, homelessness… to be honest it sounds like a perfect world.”

Everyone is staring at him in shock and I can’t help but wonder if he’s telling the truth. I float down to the top of a short building but tall enough so that civilians can’t try to get to me.

“You alright there bud? Did you trip and hit your head? Your not even doing the stupid hero voice you do all the time!” I ask him, watching other citizens pull out phones and call, presumably, the police.

“NO!” Lighterman shouts, startling everyone including me. His arm reaches out and yanks a persons phone right out of their hands and sets it aflame. “No more government, no more phones!” He cackles, stomping on the burnt phone, glass and ash scatter across the pavement. He quickly rises from the ground as an angry mob begins to form. A manic look in his eyes I can’t help but fear for my safety. His gaze dashes from building to building his grin becoming wider. A flame appears in the palm of his hand, it dances with the light breeze of the midday. He reaches back and shoots a giant ball of flames into the tallest build in the city. Chaos erupts will people running every which way, a child is trampled, another left behind cars crashing into others, creating more flames in the streets. I gaze upon the burning earth in awe, time seemingly slows down as I rush up to lighterman and aid him in the destruction. The most beautiful yet chaotic scene I have every witnessed in my years as a Villain. The Hero finally cracked.

[this is my first ever writing prompt so tell me how I did ig :’) ]

I jolted back against wall at the sight of the very tall demon in the middle of my small apartment bedroom. He looked at me with confusion as to see me a coffee stained collage student who unknowingly summoned a demon. "Where did upu find that speel to summon me? A book, maybe a sculpture?!?" I looked at him confusingly. "No I was just singing along to a song in another language!!" He looked surprised "The chances of you getting all the correct words are slim to non!!" He bark at me "Well clearly I got the slim side of those odds!" The demon sighed "This is useless then." The demon was about to leave when I stopped him. "Wait can't you make me a deal? I nee- want something." The demon stopped and the he smiled, "What kind of a deal?" The sighed knowing that it would take my soul, "maybe a date, well not a date date but just to get my parents off my back all of siblings have rich doctors as husband's and or wives and look at me at collage for animation they think I'm a failure and I'm tired of it, so will you be my date?" The demon was shocked and a bit flustered "i-i guess so but I won't take you soul say it's a freebie for being able to summon me." I smile and liked my idea for revenge on my parents... This will be fun. (I'm not sure if I should right a part two)

Thank you so much! I'm glad the concept came through and that you liked it!

I was born with the power to turn anything into a bowl of soup. No matter the object, it would turn into enough soup to fit perfectly into a standard bowl. I could even choose the type. The other superheros always mocked me for it.

"Turning stuff into soup? That's useless!" "What are you going to do against a villain, turn their weapon into soup?" "You're never going to be a useful superhero."

I could never make friends because they thought I was stupid. What was I going to do, give them soup? Yeah they didn't appreciate that. They found me boring and useless.

But when it was announced that a meteor was going to hit Earth and cause mass death and destruction, the other heroes panicked. They had the power to fight villains or each other, but not the power to stop a meteor. They were at a loss, but I knew that it was my time to shine.

As I approached the predicted sight of impact, I saw people running. I even saw some so-called "heroes" who bragged that they could solve any problem, call their mom crying. Not me though, because as I got to the sight of impact, the massive meteor barreling down towards me did not change my manor at all. In fact, it even reassured me that no one would think that I am stupid anymore.

As the meteor hit the atmosphere, that's when I started. I put down my bowl right as my feet as I started the process. I concentrated on the meteor and started to change it. The red-black surface reminded me of tomato soup, so I decided to make a meteor turned tomato soup.

As the soup fell perfectly into the bowl, everyone looked at me with awe. They praised me for saving the Earth! Some of the heroes who ridiculed me apologized for how they treated me. I was just happy I got some really good soup.

There's something that striking to me about the phrase 'a city of air and gold'. I am absolutely stealing that for my DnD group.

THIS IS MY HOLE. IT WAS MEANT FOR ME!

The crowd had been silent for what felt like an eternity. The villain had just finished his speech. He had spouted the same rhetoric he had been repeating for weeks. I was the only one who seemed to be paying any attention to what he had to say. I knew that if I could just get him to listen, he'd understand that he didn't need to resort to violence. But I had to be careful. He was unpredictable and dangerous. I had to tread lightly.

So, when the crowd began to murmur, I responded. "Hang on, he's made a couple of good points. We should hear him out." The crowd collectively gasped. I could feel their eyes on me. But I stood my ground. I had to show this man that there was a better way.

The villain nodded in agreement and began to explain his plan. For the first time, I finally saw the truth. This man wasn't a villain, he was a victim. He had been betrayed and manipulated by those in power. He was simply fighting for justice. I was filled with a newfound respect for him. I wanted to help him, and I knew I could.

As I was about to reach out to him, I heard a voice from behind me. "You should have listened to me. I warned you this would happen."

I turned to see the villain's accomplice, a sinister figure cloaked in shadows. In one hand, he held a detonator, and in the other, a remote-controlled drone was hovering above us.

The drone fired a missile, destroying the building and killing everyone inside. I had failed. I had failed to save these people, to save the villain, and to save myself.

I had always been an outcast, even among the other superheros. Everyone else had flashy abilities like flight or super strength, while my power was to make anything into perfectly cooked soup. I was constantly mocked and ridiculed.

I heard the news that a massive meteor was headed straight for Earth. The other heroes were in a frenzy, trying to come up with a plan to save the day. I, on the other hand, felt strangely calm. I knew that my power was the only one that could stop the meteor. So I headed off to the impact zone, bowl in hand.

When I arrived, I saw that the meteor was only minutes away from hitting the ground. I concentrated and willed the meteor to turn into soup. Suddenly, the meteor began to shimmer and distort, and before long, it had transformed into a steaming bowl of soup.

The other heroes were in shock. They had never seen anyone do something like that before. I had finally been able to prove myself and show them that my power was something to be respected.

But then, I noticed something strange. The soup had an odd taste and a faint, putrid smell. I took a closer look and saw that there were strange, unrecognizable objects floating in the soup.

It was only then that I realized that I had made a terrible mistake. The objects in the soup were pieces of the meteor, and the meteor had been made up of toxic material. I had unknowingly created a deadly soup that would have catastrophic consequences for the world.

Really, really cooked soup. Bisque even.

Turns into steam in the atmosphere, and we have toasty clouds for a while

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Thanks, I appreciate that hah

Yes I did :p

Well, it's a good story anyway.

Oh wow, you relocated it.

The Ministry would like to know your location...

I had been living in my small town for almost two years and I had grown used to the odd safety codes and regulations that the town imposed. Everyone had to wear a helmet at all times and we were only allowed to walk between certain designated hours.

But this new rule was the strangest one yet. We had to wear a special type of helmet that was equipped with a tracking device. It was meant to help the town track our movements so they could better enforce their safety codes.

At first, I thought it was a little strange, but I followed the rule without question. I was used to the weird safety codes that my town imposed.

But then one day, I started to notice something strange. Whenever I would walk past certain areas, my helmet would start to beep. I realized that the tracking device was identifying certain places as "dangerous" and it was trying to keep me away from them.

I was intrigued, so I decided to explore these areas. I soon discovered that my town had been hiding a dark secret. It turns out that they had been using the tracking device to identify people who were suspected of being involved in illegal activities.

The town had been using the tracking device to target these people and had been arresting them without any due process. I was horrified and angry. How could my town do this?

I decided to report what I had discovered to the authorities, but before I could, I was arrested.

Sorry I couldn't help it :p

Gonna have to move the link to the top of the story now so people don't see your comment first lol

That was a gruesome story...

Also, come on... A RICKROLL??

In Lucifer's Hammer by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle, a couple of the characters calculate the damage that would happen if the planet was hit by a cubic mile of hot fudge sundae. Basically, it doesn't matter what it is, at that speed it's going to cause global catastrophe.

Then the parent being gay is completely null as a plot point.

Now THIS is good, it isn't some undercover sss rank super training people or someone over powered, its the tech supervillain that you see in cartoon shows that's been playing at being a superhero. I love this because he doesn't have anything other than what he's already been using, except without all the safety features that he had in them before now

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The first part of the story has wat too much dialogue almost so that i got tired of it after reaching the middle of the story. Not to mention the dialogues are too bland and no spice or much intresting things in it. At least they are not too awkward so thats a plus.the whole story gave me a vibe that it was based on real life or your experience. I don't know how to put it in words since i am not much of a writer but it builds a wrong sense of mystery or suspense by not giving an explanation of the situation and it causes the end to not have enough punch to it. Still you wrote it and someone has read it. Keep trying until you write a great story. (Words of encouragement btw i am too awkward lol)

(This happened to one Jeffrey Barnum in 2014. Here is his story. )

[Now that that's over with, go ahead and read :)]

The sign read simply "Caution: keep your hands away from the track."

The donuts, hot, fresh, and surprisingly appealing, were slowly led through the process just like every other Krispy Kreme donut. To the oil, out to the glaze, and then onward to a cooling tunnel.

The oil, though hot, had a surprisingly still surface, only rippling and shimmering when a new row of dough was dropped. When the donuts were flipped, the oil was disturbed once more. Every time it rippled, it seemed as if it would spill over the edge. But it never did.

Once cooked through, the donuts continued at the same pace, inching towards the glaze. The curtain of sugar seemed almost to fold as it covered the simple treats.

Occasionally, an employee took one off the line before it became covered in saccharine, using a small white rod to lift the donut from inside the hole. They were too hot to pick up with just gloves, at this point.

The donuts continued onward to a cooling tunnel, after which they were put onto trays, a dozen at a time.

The employee who was "catching" these donuts was new. He had only been working there for about a week, and today was his first day doing this.

No one had told him it would be so....

Boring.

Grab a tray, grab 2 donuts at a time. 2. 4. 6. 8. 10. 12. Put the donuts on the rack.

He decided to put in some earbuds. After all, he didn't need to hear anyone to do his job.

Grab a tray, grab 2 donuts... 2. 4. 6. 8. 10. 12. Put the donuts on the rack.

The other employee in the front of the store told him that she was going to go on her break. If he needed help he should grab the manager. He's probably in the back. It's been really slow today, so you probably don't need to worry.

She left the store to go get lunch.

2. 4. 6. 8. 10--

The machine stopped. Unbeknownst to him, a metal bolt had fallen, and gotten stuck underneath the track.

Confused, he took off an earbud. Looking around, he found that everyone had left.

No big deal. Got stuck or something.

He walks around to the other side of the machine as it creaked and groaned.

There were donuts that had stopped in the oil. The track had stopped moving, though the first part of the machine continued to drop donuts into the oil. Dough was starting to pile up.

Confused, he bends down to look underneath the track near the oil. He remembers his manager looking down here earlier.

He grabs the underside of the track.

The part that, when moving, leads to the underside of the 365 degree oil vat.

His grip dislodges the fallen bolt.

The machine begins to move once more.

Before he realizes what's happening, his hand is being dragged across the bottom of the machine.

He screams as his glove is burnt, the cheap plastic sticking to his skin.

He screams as his fingers are dislocated by the unyielding metal.

He screams as the usually calm vat of oil becomes too full with dough, and oil spills across his face, spitting and hissing as it burns.

He survived. But his burns were severe. His hand was... Mangled.

His manager returned from cleaning the bathrooms, and was able to stop the machine with a push of a button, and stop the oil from spilling using a release valve.

But it took time to extricate him from the machine. I'll leave the details to your imagination.

This is your reminder that large machinery is inherently dangerous, and steel will not yield to flesh.

I don’t get it. Please explain the part about the co-workers and a clean mouth? Or how he got the job. Did he have gay sex or something?

True, but soup is not going to hit nearly as hard as rock.

I need this book.