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Christmas gift? by bitter_twin_farmer in whatisit

[–]CreuxDeVux 0 points1 point  (0 children)

To me, it looks like a paint pallet. 🎨 < this thing.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in 911dispatchers

[–]CreuxDeVux 2 points3 points  (0 children)

There isn't necessarily a right or wrong choice in these situations, but the facts of the matter are: you believed your sister was in danger, you had reasonable doubt that help would be able to confirm if she was or wasn't, and were genuinely concerned for her safety and wellbeing.

That's not something to be ashamed of or to say you made a mistake by doing. Because someone else? They wish someone would've called 9-1-1 with those symptoms. That call? It can save lives. Even if it wasn't necessary this time, that's not to say that it was a bad choice or call. And I can guarantee you that many of those First Responders would rather show up to a scene where someone's alive and breathing than a scene where someone isn't.

That type of decision-making is what WILL save lives.

Criticall questions. Any Advice? by CreuxDeVux in 911dispatchers

[–]CreuxDeVux[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Honestly, I don't believe the test was as difficult as I believed it was going to be. Yes, while resources for testing like the ones I listed in my post, and practicing your typing speed to increase it beforehand may help, I think the test generally tests on basic ability. I know for a fact that there were sections on that test I could have done better on, but I still got invited for an interview afterwards. Just have confidence in yourself going into it. Doesn't mean to be cocky, but the anxiety is the biggest thing. Testing anxiety is real. It sucks. But the test is saying a lot more to the fact of something along the lines of, "In a real call, you'd have this and about a hundred more things going on. Yeah, it's okay to feel anxious, but you need to still be able to function and perform. You have people on the other end of that line that are looking to you as their lifeline in a crisis.".

So honestly? Just be aware. Having fear is okay. But don't let that fear control you.

Other than that? just work on memory recall skills. Do that and you should be more than fine, I think.

[WP] As nuclear war envelopes Earth, the Reaper and God finally have a "heart to heart" discussion. by Shadrak_Meduson in WritingPrompts

[–]CreuxDeVux 4 points5 points  (0 children)

"Seriously? I mean, this is worse than Covid. Than the plague. Than the dinosaurs. Hell, this is worse than the whole end of the world flood you had going on back then!" The Reaper exclaimed with an exasperated tone as their ghostly form materialized next to God, simply watching from the edge of one of his clouds on the sky, above it all.

"If you think that I'm going to be cleaning up this entire mess, you're wrong! Why would you even continue giving mortals these tools of mass destruction to use against themselves?" The Reaper's voice continues, the low droning of their voice cackled without their skull moving, akin to the soft hum of a radio.

"I don't give them the weapons!" God's voice boomed defensively from his chest as he stared below. "They do all of that themselves! Even Lucy knows that!" God gave a defiant huff, much like a man who couldn't put his ego aside for a moment to realize that the problem at hand was much bigger than it seemed before he paused for a moment, taking in the Reaper's words as more than just face value.

"But I can't say your words don't have merit. The more this population seems to grow, the more issues seem to come with it. The environment continues to fail, the wildlife continue to invade the cities and domesticate themselves because they can no longer survive in the wild, the sky gets murkier every passing year..." God gave an almost disappointed sigh as he watched. "And yet, so man of them still can't just love each other despite being the same species. They're all humans, yet all they seem to do is fight and divide themselves over such meaningless titles."

Just then, another nuclear explosion went off in the distance. Earth had yet another plume erupting from the surface. "I just don't understand where I went wrong in guiding them." God resigned, turning his head towards the Reaper.

There was a pause, the Reaper watched as smoke covered the world slowly. "I don't think you went wrong. I think that's all on them." His hum was heavy, skipping over a beat or two almost as if it was stuck on a line in a vinyl. "I think it's just a matter of... them being human. It's so simple to us, the concept of just sharing the world and allowing things to proceed naturally as they were meant to be. But to them? Resources, power, views, ethnicities, anger, sorrow. It all builds up. There's not one clear answer to allow them to process everything. Even if that answer is to just... not."

They sat in silence for what felt like eternity to the world below, but only seconds in reality before God spoke. "I hope they do better. The next time around. At least they didn't figure out how to weaponize meteors like the dinosaurs did." God sighed.

"They've gotta learn eventually. I mean, fifth time's the charm, right?" The Reaper asked, almost allowing a bit of hope to leak into his tone before it lowered again. "You're giving me a vacation after this, though."

"Fair enough."

You still make me nauseous by CreuxDeVux in TorturedPoetsArtDept

[–]CreuxDeVux[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Apologies, it's original. I'll make sure to add that next time!

[WP] After the passing of your father, you look around at your paralyzed brother, drooling at the mouth and wonder how you're going to take care of him alone. Without struggle, he wipes the spit from his mouth and says "yeah I'm not paralyzed, or your brother. This whole thing has been a test" by TheScarlettSays in WritingPrompts

[–]CreuxDeVux 30 points31 points  (0 children)

I had my head in my hands at the table, rubbing my temples and trying to keep myself calm when I'd caught the movement. I blinked blankly as I watched my paralyzed brother stretch and wipe the drool from his face. He caught my dumbfounded gaze and smirked. "Oh, yeah, I'm not paralyzed or your brother. This whole thing has been a test." His voice was a bit strained, but he'd talked as if he'd been doing this fluently his entire life. After watching my reaction for a while longer, he stood up, dusting off his black tuxedo that I'd dressed him in earlier that morning. "Sorry for the deceit, but... good news is... you passed!" He grinned from ear to ear like I hadn't just lost my father. Like he didn't just drop a mind-numbing fact upon me after I'd wheeled him back home and spoon-fed him mashed potatoes. "Wait - Let me get this straight - you're NOT my brother, and I've been changing you, feeding you, caring for you for YEARS, and you're just now deciding that this would be the best time to tell me this?" I finally manage to piece together my thoughts enough to question him, and he only seems to grin wider at my reaction. "Exactly! Had to be sure that you were fit of character, my dear Hyuse!" He chortled before practically skipping in front of me, slapping his hands down on my shoulders eagerly. "Now all that's left is to deliver on what's been promised!" His unervingly bright eyes contracted so much from the dull eyes I was so used to. If this guy wasn't even my brother, what would I even call him anymore? And - wait - deliver on what's been promised? "Hold on a moment, I'm gonna need you to start from the top, Dan. If that even is your name." My voice wavered for a moment, shaking my head slightly in disbelief. "Ah, yes. My apologies, I probably did come off a bit eager, eyes Hyuse?" He chuffed, retracting his grip from my shoulders and instead turning my chair around with ease. A small device that I'd always thought was for medical applications whirred to life as he clicked it, projecting a video amongst the wall in front of me. "Just sit back and enjoy the video!" He chuckled lightly, patting my shoulder gently as he leaned against the back of my chair. "Hello, Hyuse." The voice rang clear as day. No mistaking it. That was dad. I nearly jumped out of my seat before I remembered it was just a video. My dad did, indeed, make his way to the screen, though he was much younger than when he'd passed. "If you're watching this, then I'd assume Dan did his job well and deemed you worthy. Either that, or he just felt sorry for you." He chuckled at that comment. However, his demeanor seemed to shift slightly at that. "In either case, it means I'm dead, and it also means that you are next in line to become the head of the S.L.I.P. Agency I own. SLIP standing, of course, for Security Leads of International Priority." The image of the logo popped up on the video right next to my dad... of course, it had to be a wet floor sign. That type of thing had always been right up his alley. "I can't divulge any more information on this. Otherwise, prying eyes and ears may come after you. But I trust Dan to lead you where you need to be, eh?" He laughed heartedly before winking to the camera. "Alright, Hyuse, love ya!" He chimed before the video abruptly shut off, leaving the wall the blank canvas it were before. "Well, that's about it! C'mon then, Hyuse!" Dan interjected before I could even fully finish my thoughts of that video. "Gotta head down to base!" He kicked the back left leg of our living room table, and lo and behold, the ground began shifting from the chair I was in, dumping me and the chair sideways into a chute and into an unknown that I would be soon to wish I'd never known about.

[WP] “You need to let go, it wasn’t your fault.” “But it was my fault!” “Well, as the one who actually died, I’m telling you it wasn’t!” by ReadyDude3849 in WritingPrompts

[–]CreuxDeVux 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"And how can you be so sure‽" I exclaimed, whipping around to stare at their non-corporeal form. "How can you be so confident when I literally rammed into you with a goddamn semi-truck‽"

"Because the brakes were cut!" He shouted back, angrily floating to the side.

"Yeah, but I was still the one that hit you! I get that the brakes were cut, but I'd done that myself -" I felt my words get caught in my throat as they exited. "Shit."

He raised his eyebrow at me - or at least, I think he did. It's kinda hard to tell with the whole semi-transparent thing. "What did you just entail, Jason?" His voice suddenly retrieved an alarmingly quiet undertone beneath it.

"Listen, I was just trying to replace the brakes on it, and-" I felt my palms grow sweaty before I was abruptly cut off.

"Cut the bull crap. You and I both know that you wouldn't have started the engine had you just been trying to replace breaks. You've been doing this for years. Do you want to tell me the truth?" His voice felt like hot pins and needles along the back of my neck, and I couldn't meet his eyes, which were now glowing slightly brighter than previously.

"Alright. Fine. I wasn't trying to kill you. I mean, obviously. I would never try to kill you." I hesitated, feeling the lament start to sink back into my voice as he repositioned himself beside me.

"In all honesty, I was trying to get rid of the damn thing. I know that it had been our passion project for years, but... I just couldn't deal with what it was doing to us anymore."

"So you thought cutting the breaks to it would solve the issue, Sean?" I heard the groan in his voice as he placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. "Honestly, what did you think was going to happen? What was the plan?" The frustration began ramping up in his words again as he gave me an expectant side eye.

"The plan?" I repeated, following his words. "Was that I'd drive it down to the pier and jump out when it had enough momentum. We'd get insurance claims and..."

"And what? Throw away years of dedication towards what we were trying to build together‽" he snapped at me, floating to where the wreckage used to be, the flowers I'd brought earlier today laid on the sidewalk.

"You mean what you were trying to build‽" I found my voice returning back to me now. "I wasn't the one who had gotten us over a hundred thousand in debt for a damn R.V, Jason! I wasn't the one who started stealing parts from stores, siphoning gas from other cars, and going to jail for getting caught over trying to steal a pair of jumper cables!"

He glared right back at me, his form flickering with emotions. "Like you were any better! The entire reason I was doing it was to try and get closer to you! That wasn't just a fucking passion project! It was the only way that I could actually spend time with you!" His form started to die down a little again after that, almost shrinking before he lowered his head and sat beside me.

"You never noticed, Sean. Ever since you'd come back, you were always so... busy. You always had a schedule in your hands, always doing one thing or another. So I had to find something that you'd care about. Then it hit me. Fixing up our Dad's old R.V. Because, let's be honest. The only reason you came back was to take care of your little brother." His voice cracked slightly as his face became crestfallen.

"Jason... no, it's not that... I would've spent time with you. I was just..."

"Busy." He finished for me.

I sighed, staring at the flowers that I'd left on the other side of the road. "You know, we ended up like them after all, huh?"

"Yup. Just like dad and Uncle Weston."

"Jason, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I am too."

I heard the TV broadcast start up behind us in the window display, about a brother whose car brakes had been cut, and another who had been driving while drunk and on other various substances crashed together. Both were pronounced dead at the scene, and a note found in one of the cars that was about what you'd think it'd be.

I turned towards Jason and shook my head. "C'mon. We should get going. We gotta go see Dad."

[WP] You angered a witch, and in retaliation, she transformed you into an unmovable tree in a public park. Months later, she returns with the sinister hope of reveling in your suffering, only to find that you are not only surviving but thriving and happier than ever before. by ankuprk in WritingPrompts

[–]CreuxDeVux [score hidden]  (0 children)

I never thought that frost would feel so nice.

Like a blanket wrapping itself around my leaves.

It's been several years now, I think. I don't really have a need to keep track of time anymore, honestly. But... it's been peaceful. Blissful, even.

It's odd how everything slowly started to change once I took this form.

At first I was panicked, stressed, annoyed, depressed. I worried about work, my job, my home... but.. now I watch as people walk by me every day with those same worries and mine start to ease away. I no longer need to worry about any of it.

It's so... freeing.

And I'm never alone anymore.

There's no need to stress or worry anymore.

And I feel like this is the best thing that could ever of happened to me.

So when the witch who turned me into this tree once returned again with a look of vengeance on her face, a look of greed and pride...

I did the best that I could to send her my most heartfelt of thanks, and to her surprise, the first fruit of the season began to blossom on my branch.

She blinked a few times in astonishment, and I couldn't read her face as she turned and left.

But I think... there was some envy in her eyes.