I'll write you a story

Write a story using the words apple robot zombie ceiling fan Tyronasuarus Rex and Michael Dalton. In one paragraph...
 
I looked outside and saw an apple-shaped robot zombie donning a gigantic ceiling fan on its head, using it to defeat the Tyronasuarus Rex controlled by Michael Dalton, running rampant inside the city walls but finally admitting its defeat to its fruit-craving victor after days of battle.
 


Roses. Daffodils. Dandelions. Sunflowers.

What doesn't belong, motherfucker!?

I put the double-handed turbo engines on full, feeling the adrenaline and testosterone pump through my body, my gorgeous and jakced body. Yeah, ain't doin' those push-ups for chumps, fo shou. I rolled over those yellow pieces of shit and shredded them into a bazillion chunks. I was always on top of my game, yo. That's when I sees her eyeing my bod.

She was like old... like, real REAL old, but like Desperate Housewives old, almost MILF old, but definitely not Stifler's Mom old. Kinda hard to explain, but she was smokin' on that summa' day, wearing a see-through red nightgown or some gay shit, but I could see her nips and it was Bonertown all over again, catch my drift, bro?

So anyways, I was handling the motors by myself when I sees her starting massaging dem ice cubes from the red lemonade she brought... staright on her NIPS, bro. It was crazy hot. And you know what else? Underneath that gown - yoga pants. I'm not shitting you, brah. Tits ahoy, but yoga pants galore, shit was cray, man. I'm looking at her and she can see me getting one up for her, I'd been hearing shit about this one, taking all the lawn movers for some real "landscapin'" of her own, nam sayin'?

So, I pulls up, bro, and shut the engines down and gave her my best line, like:

"Hey Ms. B... you sure looking like yo' tits are hards with nipples and pussy and shit nam sayin?"

And dude, she TOTALLY ate that shit up, I was dragged by her hand faster than I made yo momma come two weeks ag-- EY! EY! Just PLAYIN', I'm PLAYIN' DAWG, CHILL, Chill... Joke's a joke yeah? So, anyways, she drageed me upstairs and started givin' me this Pussy Galore shit, you know, James Bond -style stripping and all, with a cover on her tits with a tassle on 'em and she swung 'em around in my face and all that shit and like I'm having a rager right now, this old cat is feelin' me dawg! Like no offense to yo momma, but I de-- I SAID I WAS PLAYIN' MAN TAKE IT Easy yo! Yo! Okay, so this happens right, she starts taking my pants of right real slow...

And she's like... she's like mad hot, and shows me her pussy, sticks my fingers in there, and it's aaaaalll wet for me brah, you listenin' brah, yeah, shut up, come on, I'm tellin' ya - so wet for an old MILF hag or shit, huge tits, perfect ass and I'm just laying there and I just went down on my stomach and asked her to fuck me in the ass. I started begging her to stick her fingers up my ass at least, nam saying? Just for a while, get my balls goin' you know, rape me up the ass and talk like a a man in a rough voice, wear a ski mask y'know, pretend to rape, but then she just shut down on me, what a fucking bitch, got her clothers on and shit, threatened to call the cops and ran out and I'm like "Bitch, you fucking stank-ass cold-ass ho! Get back here or I--"

Hey yo bro! Bro, where you goin' brah? Bro? BRO, COME BACK, DUDE, I LOVE YOU!

 


I had always thought what it would be like when the world finally ended. You know, fire and brimstone, the reckoning, the dead walking the Earth. When the day actually came, I was slightly disappointed.

I was walking out of the swirling doors of my local Ikea, awkwardly carrying the rectangular brown package of my Nudswëlt bed and a Kraftlycklig mattress wrapped in ungrabbale plastic, both slipping from my grip as I struggled to reach the parking lot, when the world as we know it came to an end. It wasn't a quick bang, whoop nor a holler, it just... was.

As I looked up to the hills in the distance, I could see them bending and warping as if a large earthquake had hit us, but the ground wasn't shaking under my feet. No. The Earth began to swallow itself. I was the only one not strictly panicking and running for cover - I had read about this possible phenomenon for years on end, I just thought it would never become a reality. But there I was, looking at our planet collapse unto itself.

I dropped my stuff and began running to my car. In my mind I was at a loss, but this could be just a regional event - I could make it out alive. I opened and shut the car door faster than ever before and struggled to fit the keys into the ignition. With a rev, I sprang out of the huge lot, dodging and weaving between people running for their lives and those kneeling down praying for an answer and salvation - if this wasn't the true end, I sure as hell didn't want to end up with manslaughter charges the next day.

I reached the nearest highway, going at least eighty, feeling my '88 Honda give it all she had under my leadfoot on the pedal. I glanced in the rearview mirror - the hills that were shaking and bouncing moments ago were now gone. Dropped to the center of the Earth. I could see the shockwaves caused by this ginormous hole in the ground boom up to the skiers and the surrounding areas, decimating the Ikea behind me, while the scraps were suddenly swallowed back into the hole as the gaping chasm caused a massive air flow akin to a black hole sucking in anything that had been left behind. I kept driving as fast as I could.

Not three minutes later, I could sense it all around me. My optimistic thoughts had been wrong - it was happening all around us. I reached the top of a hill on the freeway and I could see the devastation. My hometown in the distance was being sucked and swallowed beneath the crust that we called the Green Earth, in a moment taking away all my cherished childhood memories; my local airport and its miles of tarmac and the planes sitting on it vanished with a swill of force, parading to the center of our globe. More than ten jets were circling the area: if the gravity didn't get to them first, the lack of fuel would eventually. I drove on, taking a right on a sideroad - I was taking a chance towards my summer home.

The tremors started to get worse by the minute. My car's engine shouted like it was the end of the world, no pun intended. I checked my cell just for a second and realized there was no reception - silly of me to think otherwise. That's when I started to think - could this be about me? Hundreds, no, thousands dead and gone already, the world imploding in itself, but I had kept going. Could this be fate? Was I allowed a chance to escape the destruction through pure luck and coincidence, or was it just a fool's errand to continue on? Was I doomed from the start? Were we all?

Roughly an hour later, I reached my destination, my cottage on a shining lake - a vestige of pure bliss and unadulterated happiness, escapism in its cleanest form. I pulled in to the driveway amongst the gravel and rocks and stopped the engine, stepping outside for the first time what now seemed like an eternity. I took my shoes off and felt the green spring grass under my feet - I felt like a child again. The booming had stopped, as had the tremors.

I sat on porch of my cabin, alone, trying to hone my senses to feel any interruptions in the local fauna, but the wildlife seemed unstartled. Birds were chirping and a random fox ran across the yard. Whatever had began down south had not reached me yet. I drew a large breath and took off my clothes, heading down to the dock for a swim to calm my nerves. I dove in deep off the edge, feeling the air bubbles circle around me as I swam to the center of the lake, something I had done since I was but a child. With my family. Now they were gone. I felt a tremor.

The birds flew up into the sky over the lake, but only a hundred meters past, they were suddenly sucked into the waters. No. Not the waters. Another hole had formed. I tried to swim back to the shore, but it was too late, the stream was getting too strong with every following stroke. I decided to face my doom, crossing off all the possible prayers and gods I could off my list if there actually was a heaven awaiting for me. Nothing to lose, even for an atheist like myself. The pull of the water was a forceful one, a sensation I had never experienced before. I could see the edge of the water disappear into a growing, deep crevasse in the middle of the lake.

The water didn't gush as I expected it to. It was like the vacuum was drawing even the sound of life from everywhere around it, leaving nothingness behind it. Soon I would be nothing as well. It was only a few meters before I dropped into the abyss when I heard it.

A serene sound, something like a pure call from around the globe, beckoning me to strive, to make a better world. To understand what we had done wrong. That we were the cause. At that moment I fell down from the edge, feeling the rought waters falling on my back. I could see the and feel the world collapse around me, finally giving in and caving in under the pressure and stress it had suffered from for millenia. It was Mother Nature, committing suicide. But just maybe, maybe she would give us another chance. But I didn't feel pain, remorse or any regrets. I just fell.

I had always thought what it would be like when the world finally ended. You know, fire and brimstone, the reckoning, the dead walking the Earth. When the day actually came, I was slightly disappointed.

 


"Oooooh Long Johnson!"

Those were the first words out of lil' Tammy's mouth. Preceeded by a nice fish-veg meal and a good dose of catnip, Tom was on his way to another plane of existence.

As he tossed and turned on the floor, muttering more words like stoke, steeze and tall tees, his owners knew something had gone wrong and called the animal paramedics. As the animabulance arrived, the newest member of the Wallisch family had gone into severe shock, suffering from both visual and auditory hallusinations. The vets applied some form of first aid and antidote due to the overdose, but it was too late. He had entered another world.

He flew through the skies with his cat-like reflexes, always landing on his feet no matter how many times he flipped or turned in the air. He saw the world below him as white, construed of visibly small particles that allowed him to float on this weird, powdery ground. He continued onwards down the hills, jumping, beaming, stretching as he came into contact with metal-veneered porches and handrails, the kind the human people use to not slip when going down stairs - there he was, sliding on them like a master of iron, bending the straights and turns under his own will. He saw a large mound of snow ahead of him and launched off, grabbing the two shapes guiding his way under him.

Tom flashed back to reality, realizing he was licking his own paws with fervor, using both the front and back legs to curl into different positions, allowing for perfect control in the dream world, but now only making him look as if he had a seizure. The vets gave him another dose of tranquilizers, with his family watching on in tears. He slid back into the blue skies.

He could feel a man-made flight apparatus hovering around him - a helicopter, he had heard his owner call them. He was again approaching a large mound of this substance, at a veru high velocity, feeling the air from the heli both pushing him down and releasing more snow into the air. He felt like this was something special. Through instinct, he felt as if he had to jump backwards, and he did - to his surprise, he was now gliding down the hill effortlessly with his head facing uphill. He turned his cat-like body and adapted to the different movement style immediately. The jump was approaching, fast. A light shone brightly.

"You didn't give him Kitekat with catnip, did you? That would be irresponsible!"

"I... I don't know!", Tom heard his owner saying to the veterinarian. "I was just trying to show him a good time!"

"I'm sorry to be so blunt, sir, but your actions may have just lost you your cat."

The man lowered some sort of mask onto Tom's face, wheezing him back into foreverland.

The jump was approaching. Tom could feel some kind of mask on his face, blocking the rays of sun from reaching his sensitive eyes - this felt good and refreshing, but also somewhat limiting. He had honed his reflexes over the years, but now a veil was before him. Nevertheless, even as he felt the tempered and long drapes around him draw him heavier into the ground, he slid on.

At the apex of the snow structure, he felt an instinct to flex the boards underneath his feet, and he spun into a wondrous flip, seeing the world go up and down not once, but twice around him. A solid form caught his eyes as he stopped the spin, landing on his back feet perfectly, leaning back a bit to relieve the weird tension from the solid footwear he was wearing. He could hear hooting and hollering from all around hi, from other cats dressed just like him, and the large cat with some sort of image device shouting from the helicopter.

"You can do it, Tom! You can do it! Don't give up!"

He flashed back to reality from a feelings of complete bliss and freedom, realizing he could not breathe. His paws were going numb and he could not move his body. It was not the human people drugs this time - it was his heart giving in, losing the fight of a poisonous mismatch from his owner. He could feel them holding his body, cries of pain and sadness booming around him in the clinically white room. Good intentions, bad results, Tom thought, as he slid back into the white world of his dreams.

As he returned, the world was clearer than ever, and the other cats waiting for him, in apparent human form, took him into their embrace.

"Oh my God, I can't believe you landed that!"

"Seriously, that was insane!"

Tom looked at them, realizing that his passing may not have been a final one.

"...I'm just stoked to be here."

 


"Hop on my back, we'll get there faster."

"Fuck that, I already told you I'm not taking any help from you, you'll just pull of some shady shit and try to steal more of my soul again."

The Devil abated. "Whatever, Don, but remember that the offer always stands!"

I looked at his beady eyes, glowing disgustingly under his quite magnificent horns. The road ahead was long and it was getting too hot to bear. I glanced at my watch. It had stopped. I sighed deeply and began to barter.

"...so, what would it take me if you flew us in the next possible town?"

The Devil was quick on his feet, but even faster with his tongue. A swift reply hung in the afternoon heat: "For you, Don, a hundreth will do. You'll still have a lot to go on..."

I saw and felt the hundreds of miles of heat and suffering ahead of me, the large desert corraling us in between the red mountain range. This was the trick must've played on a million folks before me, but it kind of worked. I gave in steadfast.

"Okay. I'll give you 1/100 of my soul if you... IF you stay with me and help me along the way, but first get me to the closest town."

The Devil smirked with glee. "How lovely of you, Don. Well then... off we... go."

I felt a pain somewhere beneath my heart and along the side of my spine. The soul was a tricky thing, I had learned. Placed in so many smaller parts around us, inside us, that no simple ruler of Hell could simple grab it away from us at once. No, we had to give it away bit by bit, part by part, slowly losing our innocence and in the end, having to withdraw our future existence to the ruler and denizens of Hell. But still, it felt better than dying in here, in the middle nowhere. In a flash, we whisked off and I lost consciousness.

"Don, your part of the payment is completed, yet here we are! I'm still with you! How do you feel about that?"

I woke up in a haze, in some sort of dusty motel, grazing the dust off my eyes. The Devil leered next to the bed, red as ever.

"I just don't know what you see in me, D. Even now I'm kinda stuck with you for eternity, you'll get me to serve you eventually when the end of times come. Why are you so *cough* invested in me?"

The Devil looked serious for a moment. "Investment... I hate that word. I see you people as more than pawns and amusements, something to use and then throw away. No, I see you as my peers. Would you believe that?"

I didn't believe that.

"I see you as my personnel, ready to have my back at your own will, not just because I own you, wholly or in parts. Not an investment, but a loan. You, Don, for one, were going to die in the middle of that desert strip. Even thought jettizoned early enough from your fighter plane, no one would have never found you - you know this right? That's why you called on me!"

I stood up, standing taller than the man in the trilby hat. "I actually called for God to help..."

The Devil laughed out loud, booming his voice loudly in what seemed like a motel room. "Hahaha, have you not figured out yet that God and I are at war? Always have been, always will! It's just a question of who will reach a begger first. And that motherfucker is stuck-up and too busy to care for his own "flock" anyway." He gave the finger to the roof, possibly pointed more at the skies above. I walked past him and dressed up, grabbing a sip of water from the bottle on the desk and opened the door, letting the sun in.

"Whatever, man. A pact is a pact, and you're gonna stay with me until I give you the rest."

The Devil followed me through the doorway and shut the door behind us. "You do understand that I can be in many places at the same time, right?"

"I figured as much, but now that I have your attention, how bout another barter? I've always wanted to get my hands on a tank."

The Devil looked at me suspiciously. "A tank... you know that's going to cost you a liiiiiittle bit more than just saving your life and flying you here? We're looking at.... at least 20 points off your score."

I had already drawn the worst cards from the fortune teller's deck - Death, Devil and Eternal Suffering. What did I have to lose now? I'd end up in Hell anyway, although I could feel and hear some the Devil's enemies hovering around us, waiting for the opportune moment to strike and take me back, no, take my soul back. They weren't freindly to me anymore - I had already given up hope for their cause due to their slow response. I had nothing to lose.

I looked back the trilby-wearing man beside me as we walked down the stairs of the desert motel.

"A tank. But no rush. I want to get some McDonald's first, I'm hungry as hell."

The Devil sneered. "Mickey D's eh? Normally that cost you a full soul, but since you already got me on the tank, I'll let it slide. Consider it a gift along purchase."

I stepped down on solid asphalt since the first time I had ejected from the stealth plane and felt stronger than ever while I got my bearings back again. Up north, the military base, those who had forsaken me, for failing my mission in the name of this country, and left me to die on my own. They would soon get feel my pain. More than the pain I would allow myself in fires of Hell under the direction of the man standing besided me.

I closed my eyes and opened them. The tank had appearedon the motel parking lot. I walked to it and felt a familiar smell. On the side was a bag from McD's, filled with tens of Cheese Burgers.

"Oh man, how did you know my fav... don't answer that."

The Devil smirked once again. "I know everything Don... I know your soul."

I thought I'd be taken aback by this, maybe in a former life I would've been, but now I had my mind set on something else. We jumped inside the tank, got it running and I munched down on the delicious burger in my hands, looking out to the road from the slit in the front of the tank, sighing a breath of relief as The Devil sat beside me.

"Let's roll."

 
this is a really cool thread. +karma

a story of how you spent a day with everyone on the fresh prince of bel air (as if you were a new character in the episode for a day.)
 
I havent' watched the show in a very long time and could have trouble just winging it, I'll save this prompt for a later time.

In the meantime, any other ideas?
 
Is it time for the novel adaption of the "I'm leaving you jump" comics? the great times with the jump, the new found affair....
 
no prob mang, glad to see you saw my suggestion.

How about a story of a guy who sets out for an every day bike ride, but it ends up to be much, much longer. I'll let you interpret that.
 
Write a scary story. As scary as you can make. Creepy scary though, not slasher scary. It's normally pretty hard to do, but I have faith in you, based on your impressive writing skills.
 


I used to be obese. I used to call myself big-boned, or overweight. Others just called me fat.

When I finally ascended from my parents' basement to seek a healthier life, the first thing I did was to purchase a bicycle. I knew the first moment I saw it that it was a fated meet; a 24-speed mountain bike with an enforced body, able to take the hits from the environment I would cycle I would venture in as well as my then large weight without any objections. My own Shimamura Pro. I was in love.

Two months into my training curriculum, I had already lost loads of pounds. It was such a relieving feeling; I was enjoying what I was doing and at the same time losing weight and gaining health. What a wonderful bargain for my own well-being!

That day, I had grown tired of the rural terrain around my suburban areas and decided it was time to venture a bit more into the wild, to go out where no man had biked before - or at least where I hadn't gone in years, that's for sure, I was no Survivor Man. I grabbed my pack with water and a few energy bars and headed out into the deeper woods and hills on the outer reaches of my small town, somewhere I hadn't been since my adolescent, adventurous years.

I set a limit to myself for the day: 30 miles. Even so, I had begun cheating myself in a positive way on earlier excursions, going just a bit farther than I had first decided to - something I believed had been a great part of my losing weight and gaining confidence during my new athletic beginnings.

As I exited the the town onto the route from behind the abandoned gas station on the outskirts of our commune, the air instantly began smelling more fresh. I pedaled swiftly up the few small hills into the woods, still staying on man-made paths. I wasn't expecting any cougars or bears at this stage, but I had my .22 with me just in case. As I went forth, the air quickly grew thicker as did the foliage all around me. It didn't seem like there were any residences around here this deep in the forest. I stopped pedaling and rested on the large slopes heading down around Mt. Cashe and decended into an even thicker fog rising from the undergrowth.

I checked my GPS and there was something tricky going on, all the numbers were flying off the charts and blinking on my watch, as well as my heartbeat which seemed to go from 120 to 350 in a few seconds time. I checked the strap on my chest and reset my watch. No, it was still showing numbers way too random to be real. I decided to stop for a minute at the bottom of an incline and see what was going on. That was when I noticed it. When I set out, it was high noon; right now it seemed like nighttime. I looked up into the sky, the sun was shining, but solemnly - it was like the rays of light didn't reach my whereabouts, as if I had been trapped in gloom. I shook my head and started turning back, deeming that there was something wrong going on here. I pedaled faster than I had ever done before.

Something was off. Way off. I couldn't have been further from town than a silly ten miles, yet I felt like I had already pedaled back the way I came at least twenty. My watch was still going wild and I decided to take my chest strap off to see if that was the problem - it seemingly wasn't. It was still going wild. I tried to reset it while eating and having a sip of water, but to no avail. The fog grew thicker each moment and I could no longer see the sun, nor the Cashe Ridge above me. What the fuck is going on?

A flat. Not the best friend of any cyclist, but right now the idea of stopping terrified me. I was sure it couldn't have been more than five in the afternoon, yet the woods grew dark and dreadful around me with each passing minute. I felt like there was a presence surrounding me, cramping and suffocating from every angle, but I knew it was just my imagination. I had taken a wrong turn back. The GPS and my phone weren't the most reliable objects in the world. There was no problem at all, I thought while pumping air to my bandaged tire. That's when I realized no air was going in. That's when I realized I couldn't breathe.

The darkness flew over me in a heartbeat. The air was more still than I had ever felt, and I gasped to feel oxygen inside my lungs, but none seemed to get in. I fell down, instinctively grabbing my throat and padding my chest and lower back - maybe I had been stung by a bee or something and was allergic! But no, the air pressure lowered down and pushed down on my being. The fog lay ever thicker on my body as I reached for my gun and started firing in panic around me. Something had to be causing this, or someone. Someone I could hurt. My vision began to blur and my lungs seemed to collapse in on themselves as I reached for even the tiniest bits of air to enter. My vision shook as I fired the rounds and a greenish darkness decended upon me.

I was alive. That much I knew. Not much else. I could feel my toes, and I could feel that I was breathing, but my mouth was shut. It was barraged shut with moss, or some kind of leaves, leaving me to breathe through my nose. That's when I realized where I was. The trenches of Mt. Cashe, I knew the shape from hiking there as a child with my parents, before I withdrew from society and kept on gaining weight and losing social contact. I remembered. And so did the large shape before me.

"Not many live after the shouncing. You should feel proud, apeman."

The shape became clearer through the fog as it approached me - I could see many others in the trenches behind it.

"We remember you. As a wee one, you played and enjoyed your being, but soon you forgot us. Do you not remember, playing, climbing... hitting us?"

The random shape grew clearer with each step it took towards me. A tree. An old oak tree. The one you would tie yellow ribbons around. But it was animate, and looked absolutely terrifying. A ghastly mess of branches and leaves, focused under a large trunk with terrifyingly human facial features embedded on it. It shook me to my core, but not as much as the human skeletons I saw riddled around the trench walls.

"Your vehicle hath been repaired. We know you, Earthlander. Although you are an ape being, you have still understood the importance of nature, even with such a gap between the years of your going from broad trunk to sly branch, as has happened on your being."

It lifted me up and pushed me towards my bike - it looked to be in perfect condition. It rushed me out of the trenches while I could hear and feel the moans of the others, and their slithering eyes on my back.

"You have been given another chance, Earthlander. To go forth and tell of our tall tales, to help others of you kind understand our nature, and nature's importance in itself. We will give you this opportunity, as we have seen you improve yourself over the years. Now go, and spread the word!"

I hopped on my cycle and pedaled faster than ever before, feeling my heart beat as fast a hedgehog's, and I started to ascend from the never-ending fog into the glaring sunlight, never to forgive my lesson and new opprtunity on life.

AND THAT'S HOW HIPPIES CAME TO BE.

 


I thought I saw something. I knew it was there, right under my bed. I could feel it humming. I tried putting on my headphones, but I could feel the slight hum right through them.

I pulled myself together, turned on my bedside light off, threw my headphones away and jumped down onto the floor gazing under my bed.Nothing. But the hum was still there, echoing from somewhere. I knew my parents were asleep and I couldn’t feel anything else moving in the house or anything on that could cause such a noise. I used my phone to shine a small light underneath the bed – nothing. Just lint and dust. I drew a quick breath and tried to still my imagination once again. This couldn’t go on every damn night. If I didn’t face my fears now, how could I do so when I reached adulthood and lived on my own?

I don’t know what came to me, but I let out a silent scream: “Whatever you are, if you are there, leave me alone! Stop… stop breathing down my neck when I sleep! You don’t have the right!”

Nothing answered back as I kept looking under my bed, staring at the carpeted floor, seeing a few dust balls fly around with the force of my shout. I could hear my dad get up to check what was going on but also going back as he realized there was no trouble to be settled.

Little did he know.

As I climbed back tino bed, I felt something graze my right foot. I turned back in a flash and shone the light down. Nothing. Once again. But this time I knew it was true, I felt it against my skin. A touch so cold that it froze my thoughts and my being, causing me to scamper under my sheets and shut all the probable entry points. It wasn’t enough. I felt a large form rise from the left side of my bed, with a clawed silhouette reaching for my head, lunging forwards!

“Tim, you sure you okay in here?”

My dad had come in at an opportune time. I lifted my head above the covers and saw nothing else in my room but my father’s disappointed glance. I could almost hear his thoughts: “What kind of a freak son have I brought into this world, one who can’t even sleep without being afraid of monsters at his age?”

I nodded at him that it was alright, knowing it was not. I didn’t want them to get dragged into this with me. As he shut the door, the darkness quickly crept on me. The walls seemed to melt together, creating an eternal grave of suffering. Even in the complete darkness, I could see and hear the shadows forming around me. I didn’t know if I could believe what I was seeing.

At the height of the darkness, the walls seemed to meld together, creating some kind of new… dark light, meshing black, red and purple together into a reality of broken flesh. The lights around me were dim, but I could soon realize that I was far from my home right now; the room had expanded million fold, creating a scene that my eyes could not believe.

A dark river, the darkest I had ever seen, flowed below me, gushing forcefully off the edge of nothingness. I sat on my bed, now standing on top of a labyrinth of thoughts and stairs, a true maze of intrigue and hellish thoughts. Wherever I looked, my mind felt like crashing, melting and forming again into a new type of thought – something not capable of the human mind.

Three figures stood before me.

“One to rise, one to fall”, said the obese one.

“To seek is to demise”, said the slim one.

The third figure took a step forward; I knew him from my room through all these years of torment.

“I feel what I have lost, I know what I have gained”, he said.

The immeasurable darkness, rusty and ugly, screeched below me. As I looked down, I saw others. Souls in ethereal despair, never to leave this Earth, to continue tormenting themselves and us living with their fears, hopes and loathing towards the living. Screeching above around us, the souls of the lost let out hollow screams, ones I was unable to describe; screams of pure hatred mixed with reminiscence and times gone by – what they would have done. And now I was there to serve as their tool.

The third figure, seemingly made out of stitched flesh and barbed wire, creaked toward me.

“Not many are chosen. Not many are given another chance. Look around you.”

The walls of a hellish dream flew all around, the ghoulish shapes and figures stood both before me and behind me, above and below, in every dimension, capturing my essence in their grasps.

“But you have witnessed us from years ago. Even from before when we began our plans for all humanity. You have had The Vision. Many are like you, seeing the glimpses under their beds, their closets, beneath their woods. But you, you knew we were there and tested us for years on end. No, you were our test. A fleshed being acknowledging our presence. Look.”

The ominous floors opened down below me, but I didn’t fall. I pissed myself when I saw the sights below. Hundreds of souls in row, suffering endlessly, screaming and hollering against the a large, black orb in the background of the large slanted cave I saw before me. Necrofilia, beastiality, cannibalism… Whatever the beings were, I was witnessing all the things I had seen on websites catered for these things. It didn’t shake me as much as I though it would. The tallest figure smiled with gnarly teeth.

“Good. We knew you were ready for this. We had witnessed you surfing that website before it began censoring posts maniacally. We knew you would be ready, even without your exceptional skills. Take a step forward.”

The inferno swirled around me quicker than before as the three beings faded into the background, into the unimaginable sights behind them, capturing millions of being from a million worlds, all shouting in their torment in a sound unmatched by anything found in the human world, something that could break any single man mentally and physically in but a second.

But I was no single man. I understood my potency in the grand scheme of things. I took the taller being hand as he lifted me up and drew me into the vortex, smiling all the while.

I opened the door to my parents’ bedroom. My dad thought he saw something.

 
I just read it again myself and I hope on some levels it lived up to the original, at least I liked writing it! Has there been a real continuation for it yet?
 
I'll just say that Unblock me to get a few PMs that I sent a while ago.

But I'll write you a story soonish as well.
 
Just a quick question:

if I was to put together a short story collection, would you like/mind getting a mention if some the writings inspired by your prompts were to be involved?
 
A man is suspended outside of our world. He can not hear, see, taste, smell, or touch anything. He is alone with his thoughts. He is able to experience our world in one way, possession. However, he is only to push his consciousness into the bodies of those who are undergoing horribly traumatic events. After the trauma subsides, his consciousness is pushed back into his suspended realm.
 
Mike O you are such a good writer, but I'm pretty mad at you for luring me into your stories.

Anyways, could you write me a story about a family/friends going on a trip to their cabin, getting snowed in, and maybe throw some skiing in? Whatever you think, it's just one of my happy thoughts.
 


The closet seemed so inviting. The brass handles and the fine oak finish tricked me into opening the door. I shuffled inside when I heard my big sister come looking for me and pushed into the woolly cupboard, filled to the brim with furs. Hiding in there, I could feel a small breeze on my neck. In my disbelief I realized that there was some kind of secret corridor leading to a brighter area at the end of the closet. I surfaced into a snow-filled world.

Just when I exited the tunnel, I felt like freezing. There was no heat around, I was in the zeros. I was in the middle of a forest, with trees tall as the sky all around me. A peculiar smell filled the air, even in all the coldness. I looked back and the closet was gone, along with the fur-laden corridor. That’s when I saw a being approaching me. It hopped and skipped near me in a relaxed fashion.

“Ah, thou. Thou hath entered Gnarnia, my love. Feels and heeds the wicked seas, please. To survive is to contrive, so lay down and puff the healthy right.”

The creature in front of me had a human form with long, unwashed hair on top of having a lower body of an ox. I drew back in a mix of fear and unsettling.

“Do not cower, my friend! You are in Gnarnia now! Look up, see the skies above. Green, green all around us. Nought can hurt us. You just have to relax and take a puff of the Wondrous Tree. Come on now, don’t be afraid.”

The creature sprang forth and offered me a rolled tobacco, egging me to give it a try. I inched towards it shyly and grabbed the burning roll from the creature rolling around in excitement. I closed my lips around the spliff and inhaled sharply. I was soon gone.

The world circled around me, becoming smoother and fluffier in an instant. The creature laughed and danced around me, snaking the roll back from my grasp with amazing speed.

“Be wary, now. Although you now know the secrets of Gnarnia, they are always keeping an eye on us. The Wicked Dea of the West could heed her minions’ call at any time, so don’t become complacent… still, enjoy your high!”

The being trounced back into the woods, now filled with multiple colours, some I couldn’t even recognize in my hazed state. The state of shock I had been in subsided quickly. It was like I could hear my favorite music dancing and echoing in the night air, all around me. It soon came to a halt as a ride pulled by greenish creatures pulled up before me.

A large figure emerged from the carriage, shaking away seeds and giblets of crystallized plants, shining ever so brightly in the midst of the snow-filled forest. The tall form laughed and inched towards me, holding in its hands an even larger roll, sending a large smoke in the foggy air around us.

“So. Ha. So, would you like some Afternoon Delight?”

 
dude thank you, that was awesome! it's been awhile since i've read a story, very refreshing and well written. you have a future man. thanks again.
 
your in too deep with your bookie. what do you do, how did you get there, how do you get out of this situation? GO!
 


The world seemed at peace, yet there was danger around. Clara made her way through the forest ahead, listening to the rich world of sounds before her when she reached the fair plain.

Birds singing and tweeting in the night sky, crickets cricketing away in the nearby fields, butterflies fluttering beneath a full moon, looking for their soul mates until their wings would no longer flap.

That was when Clara heard a howl in the distance. She looked up and her thoughts quickly came back to her loyal friend, lost in the woods against her will. She was a strong little girl, but not even her nimble feet could outrun a large dog, sprinting away gloriously as she had. But there she was.

Up against the clear moonlit sky, Darla stood on top of a hill, bellowing and howling to her heart’s content. The butterflies were scarce away from her being as she howled into the stars above, scaring away the mice, hedgehogs and other little critters that were around.

Darla, my Darla, Clara thought. Once again escaping into the night to meet her friends with happiness and laughter, messaged to the others and back in the form of a glorious howl beneath the starlit sky.

Clara stepped forward from the edge of the woods, the precious woods of her homeland, the woods that she could easily navigate and see her and her loved friend back home again without harm.

She ran up the cliff, but came to a halt. Three small shadows stood in her way, blocking her passage. One of the shadows hopped forth, striding gallantly. It spoke to her with drawn out words.

“We shall not grant you the way, Little Lady, as we have cornered our greatest enemy t atop this here hill. She, the Ladybeast as we know her, has been harassing us since the dawn of her time. Always she seems bent on escaping your guided hands, leading her to follow the instincts of a mad dog, causing our species mayhem and disarray. Why should we let you pass and claim her, dutifully?”

Clara was stunned. Before her stood three bunnies, small and agile to the bounce, yet one of them had just spoke, bringing to the air more of a mystery than she would have ever expected from simply fetching her loyal hound back to her.

Butterflies circled around the three wise bunnies, as Darla could be seen howling in the distance.

“I do not understand your will, oh dear bunnies. How has my loved Darla hurt you so that you would not let me retrieve her? She is but a dog, a loyal and loving dog, she has no mind for tomfoolery or disrupting the peace.”

The leftmost bunny leaped forward, old, grey-haired and ill-suited for anything but words that he spoke. “You misunderstand, sweet child”, he said as the butterflies gathered around him in a thick swarm, “your loyal companion is not the only one to blame in this justice, but you as well, my dear.”

Clara felt uneasy. “What do you suggest, my lord rabbits? That I, Clara of Redriver Gale, would be the companion of a hound who could not behave like a proud friend would? Even towards the animalkind? You must be mistaken, yourself.”

The third bunny leapt into the fray, forming a tight line between the group and his face came into view with a flash of the moonlit sky. “You fear, dear, yet we mean no harm. Your loyal companion has howled, and barked, and shouted in tongues we do not comprehend, attacking us while not harming us, driving us and our loyal butterflies to hide in our caves beneath the Rock. Why must you strike us so? Take thy hand and pledge you shall never help another large being threaten or hurt us smaller kind – us of the whispering willow, the sobbing sands, us of the shimmering shingles and loving lands. We are small, but quaintly we are not to be pushed around like this. We wish but peace upon the Rock, yet your companion denies us so. Help us, my fair Lady, and send upon your hound.”

The bunnies disappeared faster than the butterflies had scattered, leaving Clara alone to rise up to the mountaintop.

She walked briskly and met Darla at the peak, with her still howling at the moon, echoing the cries of her brethren all across the neighbouring valleys. Clara put her arms around Darla and she stopped howling at that instant.

“My dear, my companion, my trusted steed. Please fret from your sounds and your attitude against those of smaller kind; they wish us good while you wish them how you will, yet they do not understand you like I do.” Clara looked into her dog’s large, brown eyes.

“You are my best friend, you know that? You are whom I trust; you are who will protect me and help me along my long life. You are strong and heavy of head, and born into your instincts, but for me, please, spare the escaping, spare the haunting of the bunnies and their lands, spare me the sorrow of bringing you back when you have ran off into the wilds, for it brings me sorrow, it brings them sorrow and in the end, I would not know what to do without you if you were lost completely my sweet.”

Darla looked at her, and then at the large moon shining above them, glanced at the three bunnies hidden away behind a rock but not her keen senses, and she licked Clara’s face softly with her long and coarse tongue, leaving a soft, wet patch on her face.

“Thank you, my friend. I knew you would understand. Now… let us go home.”

They danced down the steep hill and ran into the forest with enormous smiles on their faces. The bunnies and butterflies appeared above them on the hillside and the brown one spoke.

“Look at them going. They seem so happy and eventful.”

The grey-haired laughed. “When you learn something new, it is always something to cherish.”

 
11648817:JAHpow said:
Bump, write something thrilling/scary. Characters, setting, and all that jazz are up to you!
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Devastation.

That was the first and only thing that came to mind amidst the wreckage. The bow of the ship that had collided with ours was in tatters and jutted out nearly through our entire main deck, leaving unhealable scars on our vessel. The panic leading up to the collision was quite quickly settled as crew members began running up left and right to assess the situation. The fog lights were fluttering and beginning to dim as we donned our flashlights, the waves breaking against the stern more violently by the minute. Casualties seemed to be at a minimum, but worry began to set as the vastness of the ship that had breached us dawned upon us.

A massive freighter, nearly triple in size compared to ours judging by the size of the bow, had hit us and moored into our vessel like a latching claw. Reports quickly came in that we were not in immediate danger - the punctures to our hull by the freighter were also being sealed tightly by it's massive weight and minimal water was pouring in. Nothing we couldn't manage - for now. The collision had damaged our sensory and communication arrays badly, so all hails went unnoticed by the both the freighter and any nearby ships. We were stuck in the middle of a mid-sized storm in the middle of the Baltic Sea, so some charter ships were bound to run by us sooner or later. However, that seemed to be the least of our worries amongst the contained chaos.

Engineers on the deck kept raving louder and louder while waving their flashlights on the looming, massive bow above us. Taking a closer look, the freighter seemed to absorb light that hit it. Not instantly, but slowly. Batteries from carried lights were checked repeatedly at first due to a reason for finding a logical reason for the phenomenon. Logical reasoning was soon left behind. One of the still operational larger searchlights was pointed beyond the bow of the freighter, and the tension could be felt in the air. Before the spotlight was flickered and dimmed into oblivion as the other light sources, we could all see that the ship was absolutely massive, a size that would never fit into the Baltic sea under the Storebaelt bridge in Denmark and while the darkness seemed to play with our heads, the width of the ship seemed unimaginably large, ballooning in size as the light ran longer upon its port side. If the storm wind and the roaring waves had given up for a moment, the scared gasps of the crew witnessing this could only have been outdone by the eerie silence afterwards.

The hookshots had been handy in placing our ropes to rappel aboard the freighter - something that seemed to vanish from existence for a second when you blinked. All available emergency flares were shot up into the sky to give us light, less to inform others of our position. The waves had calmed and the rain was letting down. We took our first steps onto the freighter, trying to convey the damage it had befallen while looking down at the smear it had left on our vessel, nearly cutting the front deck in half. But nothing moved. Everything sat still. No creaking of metal. Not the faintest of sounds. The emergency flares, aimed to land as close to the top of the freighter as possible were starting to flicker and dim out. We moved ahead as carefully as possible.

One of the engineers who had been the most silent aboard our vessel while examining the damage took point. It's not like any of us understood what taking point even means outside the fiction all of us had witnessed in our lives, watching movies and shows and playing video games. But we moved accordingly. Out of nowhere, the freighter became alight. Again, it was a scene straight out of a film, as if we had been wearing night vision goggles imbued with phosporent green light and suddenly had to rip them off due to being focused on by a spotlight of immense power. Some of the boarding crew spat out a spit take, nearly vomiting, by the sudden and overwhelming intrusion of light. And that's when we heard the screams.

Beneath us, the sounds emanating from our vessel. Groaning of steel as it bends and breaks upon tons and tons of weight it was never meant to bear. A few shots of gunfire, possibly from the shiphands who always kept going on about a possible kidnapping attempt as if we were in Somalian waters. The instantaneous explosion of all of our wooden structures underneath the main deck exploding at the same time into millions of indirect shrpanels across the ocean night. The combustion of our fuel storage into an uproaring ball of flame shooting out from beneath our aft deck, still unable to brighten ourvision more than the freighter's sudden light discharge. All of this, that we seemed unbelievable, was drowned out by the screams. The screams of everyone left behind. It only lasted little longer than ten seconds when we all realized they were gone. The screeches of agony came to a sudden halt as fast as they had begun, like they were being succed into a vacuum. The light emanating from the explosion disappeared like a blip. We had heard a few distinct words and voices from those who were now gone, but none of us could make sense what had been said amongst the chaos. One of the stewards shook in place like the rest of us, but ran to the side of the freighter to look down. He was silent, leaning on the edge, and came back up with one of the hookshots. The rope was cut precisely in half and not a smidgeon of our vessel could be seen in the waters below as the freighter's engines were heard firing up below deck.

The night-come-day situation kept us moving forward in a state of shock, none of us being able to grasp the reality, or unreality of the situation. The gigantic size of the ship creeped on us slowly, almost too slowly. It was clear now that this ship had to be of extraordinary origin as it seemed to be more in an oval or half-cylindrical shape even with it's arrowhead-shaped bow that had hit us, something that shouldn't be able to breeze through the water like it suddenly did. There was no freight on this freighter, that much was gathered by the first glances we could make after our eyes began getting used to the soaring light. The light seemed to emanate from everywhere around us, yet from nowhere, with no visible light source in sight. There seemed to be a sort of superstructure in the... middle... of the ship. Size was starting to become harded to grasp as we moved on. A muffled scream was heard from behind. One of our engineers was gone, leaving nothing behind but his flashlight, rapidly flickering and dimming on the deck of the ship. Someone shouted for us to run as fast as we could towards a hangar-like opening near the superstructure's looming side. We ran. There were four of us. We got to the large doorway that led to the hangar and it opened up instantly as we approached it, like a hundred ton garage door. As we got in, the light permeated the insides of the structure as well and the door shut behind us. There were two of us left. No screams were heard.

It didn't come quickly, but it came soon. The darkness. The more you looked at the lit up floors, walls and ceilings of the structures, the less you could see. We soon hurried up and half-blindfolded ourselves, changing the fold from one eye to another as our visions began dimming. It was clear now, more than ever, that this ship somehow absorbed light and used it as a source.. for something. It could even use the light that our eyes use to see and reflect into vision, for something to absorb light out of. We kept moving our blindfolds and moved up along the superstructure's stairs, winding in a peculiar pattern along the walls but still climbing higher and higher as we went. As we reached the top, the freighter's "own" lighting had begun to dim, and we could feel the rumbling throughout our beings. Whatever this was.. is... it was hungry for more.

**This post was edited on Sep 27th 2017 at 4:27:28pm
 
13839948:JAHpow said:
Holy bump!!!

I forgot about this thread. Another great story! Have you ever written on creepypasta?
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i want to bump this, because he'd be PERFECT for creepypasta
 
13839951:safarisam said:
i want to bump this, because he'd be PERFECT for creepypasta
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I second that. It's weird, I'm a big thriller movie fan, but I'm not a horror fan. However, I could read creepypasta all night.
 
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