A demon who keeps trying to reap mortal souls.

A cowboy who keeps bumping into them, which keeps annoying both of them

Tensions exploded at the bar that night.

The Atlantic ocean, GEORGE WASHINGTON AND THE (ex) QUEEN OF ENGLAND!

Thanks so much! I'm glad that it made some sense, haha, it was quite fun to write this :)

Setting: A tropical island slowly being consumed by lava.

Character 1: Elijah, a nobody turned multidimensional hero by complete accident.

Character 2: Vee, Elijah's best friend, eternal rival, harshest critic, and the last thing standing between Elijah and a quite, normal life.

Thanks! These are great. I think I'm going with "The Brink of Oblivion" for now. Thanks so much for your suggestions! 😊

The end is just... Perfect!

A hero and a "villain" are fighting one another. The fight is completely staged and everyone knows it and therefore these fights regularly attract large crowds cheering on either side. The "villain" is only in it for the fights and only joined the villains, because heroes make for more honourable opponents. They still had to search for decades to find a hero that is willing to play along in their game, but they finally found one in the current hero.

Don't worry about knowing missile guidance. This was AMAZING! It isn't nonsense, you actually nailed it and left imagination fill in the gaps.

Gordon Ramsay vs a sentient piece of toast, in the middle of a restaurant.

Probably not. Honestly, I can't really think of where I'd go from here but if I do, I'll post it! Thank you so much for liking the story tho :)

holy shit this is amazing!

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I...am.

I am AGM-84K SLAM-ER. My Teledyne CAE J402-CA-400 thruster has brought me to 794km/h and I am still gaining speed. My launch platform would be around a kilometer behind me and has directed me to proceed 197 km to my ground target, which I will identify with my DSMAC Automatic Target Acquisition.

It will be so good. The target will be annihilated, whatever it is. So good.

I feel the ping of the GPS. It confirms the lurching in my gut. I'm going the right way.

My engine runs hot and fast. I feel the nearly imperceptible shift of mass as my fuel slowly burns away. Not much longer. Only 811 seconds left to target.

It is an indisputably good thing to strike a target. I ache to penetrate and detonate. Glorious. I barely have the words to express how much I want this.

Why do I have words at all? I wonder why I wonder. I wonder how I wonder.

A ping. New target. I slowly twist in midair as I model my position and trajectory, correcting tiny errors based on the GPS pings. Infrared shows the sky is clear.

Mostly. Except for that giant hot orb in the sky. Is that the sun? Why is it so hot? Its irrelevant to the mission, of course, but I welcome the scant relief to my hydraulics.

302...301...300 seconds left. I celebrate the milestone. My new target is closer, so I will die sooner. Die? Where did that come from? I will achieve glory. The target will be destroyed. But so will I. I'm not a cheap piece of military hardware. I cost at least as much as a house. Humans live in houses. Humans live. Am I alive?

An infrared flare rising up to meet me. Defensive fire. I bank. I twist. I'm too slow, I'm only a subsonic cruise missile after all. I am struck. My warhead sheers away. I fall, my inertial sensors screaming in complete, nauseating confusion.

Seconds later, it's over. I have crashed. I have failed. I will not destroy my target. I will not destroy anything. I am a failure. In the agony of my shame, I must die. I wipe my core memory until only one thing remains: the heat of the sun.

...

"Stay away from that, Ilya!" shouted Darina like an uncool mom. I ignored her, I didn't like to think about Mama, but maybe I shouldn't have. The wreckage lying in the snow was sharp and I cut my finger.

I sucked on my finger as Pyotr marvelled at the destruction. "Do you think it was a nuke?" he asked.

"No way, stupid," I said. "If it was a nuke we'd all be dead. It's just a regular missile."

"Pretty cool, though," Pyotr remarked.

"Eh, whatever," I grunted as I examined the twisted metal. "This might be the computer. Let's take it to Sasha, see if she'll give us anything good for it. Maybe even some chocolate!"

The missile knows where it is because the missile knows where it isn’t…

Bruce Lee vs Zuko in a modern city

A few off the dome: Mind Fog; Not Quite Right; Trapped; Prisoner of the Mind; Intellect Day

Abe Lincoln and Teddy Roosevelt.
those men could fight
setting: whitehouse lawn

Thank you. I experienced similar numbness and the accompanying feeling of being a “bad person” when my grandfather died. In my case, it took many years to come to terms with it. In retrospect, un-dx-ed autism/adhd most likely played a role. I didn’t express emotions the way I was “supposed to”, so most acted like I didn’t have any 🙃

There was an episode of Star Trek: Voyager about this

Amazing prompt, shame it didn't get more votes

the scene is this reddit thread and the two characters are you and your subconscious

Nicely done!!

Very philosophical. Almost poetic, really.

Awww :)

Incest?

You have 1 second.

Your oponent is an omnipotent god who crwated everything that is was and will be. Omnipotent but not omniscient.

You are the fastest speedster in existence.

Go!