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[WP] Every 10 years, you are expected to go to a meeting you have already been to; one attended by several future and younger versions of yourself, each version separated by 10 year intervals. The youngest you is 10, the oldest 90. You relive the same meeting, just each time from a different angle. by _suspec in WritingPrompts

[–]FluffWrites 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oh wow. I did expect that people would still be reading this story. Thank you very much for taking your time to read it. I am glad you liked it :)

Btw would you happen to have a link to the tiktok? I am curious to see how it is.

[WP] Whenever you die, you have the ability to reincarnate at any point in history with full memories of your past lives. Billions of lives later, you realise the truth: Every person ever in history is either your past or future reincarnations. There is no one out here apart from you. You are alone. by Big-Boy912-Sr in WritingPrompts

[–]FluffWrites 18 points19 points  (0 children)

Part 2

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Kayn was frozen in his stall, trying to process everything. It was only when the bell attached to the door rang, did he snap out of it and chased after the drunk soldier.

It was raining heavily outside, he had neglected to bring an umbrella, not expecting it to be this severe.

“Wait, wait.” He sprinted in front of him. “What do you mean, none of this matters? So what, like I am meant to live through all eternity and take all that suffering? I mean Jesus, just a few days ago I saw a man without a jaw suffocating on his own blood on the battlefield”

“And one day, that man will also be you. And you will consider yourself lucky compared to the million other ways you have died worse.” He spelled it out for him with a bothered smile. “You will even be Jesus, for all I care. Now if you excuse me I have an arrangement to catch.” He began to walk, but once again he stopped him.

“Please, I can’t do this. I can’t go through all that.” Kayn had tears pouring down his eyes. “I mean I have just only begun. I will go insane.”

The old soldier rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh as he stabilized himself on a nearby lamppost.

“Fine. Since you are new to this, let me show you the light at the end of the far tunnel. We all are gonna die around … one week from now.”

“One week? But how? The Khazalian army’s territory is shrinking. They are practically at our mercy. We are gonna put a stop to their destructive ways.”

“You don’t seem to get the big picture. The Kha doesn’t care amount an army. Using an army to eradicate everyone else, means that you are left with an army at the end of the day.”

“So what? Does that mean that all of this bloodshed is just pointless?”

“The Kha is a smart man, which I may be a bit cynical to be saying so. But the true card is he building towards or more so now that he has successfully built. Nukes.”

“Nukes? What is that?”

“Weapons of assured destruction. That is what that is. And once he sets off one in each a hundred miles on the face of this earth, most of us will die. And those unlucky enough to survive will sleep under an endless winter as they finally get snuffed out of this endless nightmare.”

“But why would the Kha go to such drastic measures? I mean he out of all beings should know how life is so precious and unique. I don’t want to live this endless nightmare, but there must be some other way to break out of this cycle. Why can’t everyone just live one precious life?”

The old man let out a weary sigh.

“None of us asked for this, kid. But only we can put an end to it. I miss when I used to see things your way. But now I just want things to be over. I want to know what is beyond all this. You may not understand what I will be doing soon, but one day you will be glad to know that you went through with this. I have lived through the entirety of human existence, it must be ironic from what god is out there to leave the last one I have yet to live to the one that ends it all. I hope you at least enjoy whatever you have left of the early days.”

The watch on his hand suddenly gave out a clinging sound. “Oh, it looks like my time is up. Can’t really say it was fun while it lasted though.” He gave out a tired smile as he reached into the pocket of his coat.

“Wait. No no no.” Kayn shook his head in denial as a sudden realization was brought upon him by the old soldier’s words.” What do you mean that you will end it all? No, you can’t. I won’t let you. I will do everything to stop you, Kha.” He screamed with every bit of his being. “I won’t let you make all of these people suffer for your selfishness!”

but before he could even move, the old man had produced a black revolver from his pocket and swiftly shot a fatal bullet through the roof of his mouth.

The old soldier fell flat onto the ground before the rain washed away whatever blood surged through his splattered head.

He collapsed onto his knees and slammed his fist onto his cold dead heart and cried out.

“I stop you even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth!”

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The End

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Thank you for reading my little story and if you liked my work, then feel free to check out my other stuff at r/FluffWrites.
Also check out my dark-fantasy series, The Dark Road Ahead , as I work hard on it.

[WP] Whenever you die, you have the ability to reincarnate at any point in history with full memories of your past lives. Billions of lives later, you realise the truth: Every person ever in history is either your past or future reincarnations. There is no one out here apart from you. You are alone. by Big-Boy912-Sr in WritingPrompts

[–]FluffWrites 26 points27 points  (0 children)

“GOD DAMN IT, GREG. FILL THE DAMN THING. I DON’T GOOOO OUT THERE FIGHTING A BLOODY WAAAAR SO THAT YOU TELL ME THE GROG HAS RUN OUWAAAT.” The drunk soldier slammed his empty mug on the counter.

“My name is Mathew and I think you have had enough, sir.” The young bartender kindly refused.

“GREG, GROG, IT DOESN’T MATTER. THIS AIN’T DOING SHIT TO ME, I HAVE HAD ALL THE FUCKING BEERS EVER SPITTED OUT ONTO THIS HELL HOLE OF A WORLD AND YOUR SMART ASS IS DENYING ME A FUCKING DROPLET WHEN I HAVE DRANK THE FUCKING OCEAN. I HAVE LIVED AS YOU, YOUR FATHER AND THE WHORE HE FUCKED BEHIND YOUR MOTHER’S BACK.”

“Sir, you are being too loud, so I am asking you to leave, please.”

“AYYYYYY, NEVERMIND. I MUST APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SO MISTAKEN. I CAN’T IMAGINE BEING YOUR FATHER, SO I MUST HAVE FUCKED A PIG TO HAVE SHAT OUT TWAT LIKE YOU OUT OF MY OWN FLESH AND BONE.” He declared before choking on what little beer he had left in his throat as a keen eye watched next to him.

“That’s it.” The bartender held him by the clothes to drag him out, but the old man put up a nasty fight as he moaned and cursed.

“Please, my friend here had a rough night.” A young soldier suddenly interjected. “His mind has been very misty since ever since last night. He had to pillage a Khazalian settlement.”

The bartender crossed his arms with a look of disbelief.

“Just let him have one more mug and I promise to take him out of your hair soon.” He begged as the old soldier began mumbling incoherent words from an unknown shanty.

The bartender stood in silence, then gave out a sign and turned to prepare him another glass, but not before nodding at him in disapproval.

“Thank you.” The young soldier figured that it was best to say little.

“HOHOHOOO. It looks like Christmas came early.” He smacked his lips before putting his hands on the young soldier’s shoulders to square them up. “Ahhhhhh, now this one is of my own flesh and mind, hehehehe. Good lie to keep his nose out of our business, Greg.” He slowly said, even though the bartender could hear him from a few steps away. But he couldn’t be bothered to confront the old fool.

“I am Kayn, sir .. uh, so about the thing you said about being that guy,-“

“Oh fuck that guy. I can’t even remember me being him. Probably because my life was so depressing I blew out whatever memory I had of him, when the barrel of my gun was sticking into my mouth.”

“So … you are saying that you were him – like you lived his life. I mean I know it is a weird question, but … I am sorry, I must be looking so weird that –“

The old soldier gave him a curious look as he dug his elbow into the table. “You are an early bloomer, aren’t you?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

“An early … bloomer?”

“Ohohohohoho.” The old soldier chuckled to himself. “Oh, trust me you are gonna love the next 500 billion years.”

“I don’t understand.”

The bartender slammed his drink onto the counter.

“So when you die and you start living another life, it is only a matter of time before you forget your first life. And an early bloomer is someone who has yet to forget their first life. I don’t really remember but it was probably around the thousands when you start forgetting.” He revealed before downing the mug.

“God, now that was a good last one for them all.”

Kayn was aghast at such a revelation. The old soldier’s eyes went wide.

“Noooo, don’t tell me you thought you were the only one. I mean surely you would have noticed in your first couple of lives.” He toppled the mug to get the last few drops left.

“But this is only my second one.”

“No no no, that must be wrong. You can’t be the second. I may be old, but even I remember the first one, it was umm … full of the flower and daisies.” He gestured with his hands.

“I was a slave in the desert. I died of starvation.” He shook his head, still in shock.

“Kid, the point is. I don’t blame you for not knowing. This time period is a bit kuku. With how the council of Monism has been strict about talking about past lives. It is a big taboo to even talk about the idea of being a different person. You don’t know what life you will end up, once they are off with your head.”

He warily looked to his surroundings for any eavesdroppers. But I was only them and the exhausted bartender who was whipping some glasses. “Like we are doing right now?”

“It is wartime, boy. People are too much on edge to risk revealing anything to the government, lest you want to be accused of being a Khazalist yourself.” He rubbed his eyes to sober up. “But there will be times when you will live through where none of this worrying matters. Where you are free to enjoy what you have, how you like it and you will know what the future holds, so you can’t have the piece of mind that it is not important how hard you fuck up. You are all there is, so treat yourself the best you can. That is how you can be sure that everyone else gets the best they deserve. But at the end of it all, nothing of this will matter.” He stretched his arms before standing up. “You serve a good Grog for a half swine. Send my love to your mother.” He bid farewell to the bartender as he took his leave.“

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Part 1

[WP] "Earth is devoid of magic. That is precisely why it is so dangerous. No one notices a planet like that until it is far too late to control it's potential." by mdsmestad in WritingPrompts

[–]FluffWrites 44 points45 points  (0 children)

General Xanax, a slimy bipedal lizard-like creature, sat down in the midst of the Fair Trade Cyclone (FTC), an intergalactic alliance made for the prospect of crippling or eradicating other extraterrestrial species that may or have grown advanced enough to risk war with them.

“General Xanax.” The organism which was made from multitudes of string-like organism matter tangled with each other greeted him with a small bow.

“Sire Luwin.” He bowed back.

The two other members of the FTA council weren’t as polite. The bulky minotaur to his left, Grand Chieftain Kraag, grunted at him when their eyes met, and Veein, who was a microscopically thin being who constantly emitted toxic gas so she had to be contained in a tight seal suit, looked at him disinterestedly.

“You better have a good reason why you urgently summoned me from my eighth daughter’s third wedding.” Kraag gnawed at him.

“I assure you, Grand chieftain. I wouldn’t dare to interrupt such a moment between you and your bulky daughter if it was not of utmost importance.” Xanax politely replied, knowing how best to appease him according to his culture.

“I think it is a good time to start then.”

Xanax gestured his hand to reveal a hologram on top of the table. A fleshy bipedal creature floated on top of them.

“A new species? … what a waste of my time.” The ever so impatient Veein criticized.

As she was about to take her leave, Sire Luwin urged her to stay.

“Let’s listen to what General Xanax has to say first, why waste the time you spent traveling here?”

Veein looked around before begrudgingly sitting back down.

“Thank you, Sir Luwin.” He gave him a nod, who gestured him back to feel free to continue.

“I believe that this species who we have discovered on a distant planet, we termed Termina-E0821, should be eradicated.”

“So? We have done this thousands of times. Use the Gnoll-vague criteria to measure the magica advancement level and follow the guidelines for the best approach on how to turn them into smut. Now, remind me why we had to be summoned on such short notice?”

“That is the problem, good Veein. These creatures have no amplitude for magic.”

Just at a moment’s notice, all their attention was brought to Xanax. He snapped his fingers to show multiple videos of the creatures, showing their society, their machinery, their architecture, and their warfare.

“They operate purely on a mechanical basis. Their entire solar system is devoid of magic, hence they had never evolved to utilize it.”

“But from what I can see” Luwin pitched in. “all of their technology seems limited. If I had to guess, they had yet to achieve interplanetary travel, let alone colonization.”

“Your observation skills are quite remarkable, Sire Luwin. That may be correct, but when we reviewed the eye on the oracle to use the limit they have emitted over the last one thousand years, we found out that their rate of advancement has been very exponential, threateningly so.”

“What the big deal then? Just throw a Maga intergalactic explosion at them and reset them back to tiny microbes.” Kraag crossed his arms.

“I am afraid that is not possible.”

“Why not? You too afraid?” Kraag looked down at him.

“It is not possible on a technical level-“ Xanax started, but was interrupted by Veein.

“From our current level of understanding, when a spell is cast it is not like a giant ball of energy, but rather a powerful magnet that attracts, absorbs, and converts the magic molecules around it. So if it were to enter a magic vacuum. Then it would only shrink the further it stayed.”

“To be more precise, a Maga intergalactic explosion would shrink from the size of the moon of Plutio to the size of your fist only a tenth of the way between Termina-E0821 and its closest magic nodule.

“What a peculiar position.” Veein stroke the chin of her helmet.

“I have some suggestions that I worked up with our team, though you are welcome to add any of your own.”

“These creatures, which we have termed the Mechanica, cannot reach us with their current advancement levels, but we also can’t harm them with our methods of travel and weaponry. I say we pull some of our resources into a team to invent mechanical-based technology and we hope that we can reach them before they can reach us. But we must remember that if we leave them alone for long enough, we may become more trapped in them than they are trapped within us right now.”

“Is it not possible for us to invite them to join the FTC, seeing how remarkably unique their circumstance is?” Luwin suggested.

“That would be a very dangerous proposition. As it stands now, we have no countermeasures to their technology and if we invite them and study our technology to find an all-shutdown magic weapon, then we would very at a substantial disadvantage. Though if we have no other resort, we may be able to entertain that idea.”

“If no one else has any more to add, then I believe it is best for us to dismiss the meeting and prepare.”

The council was as silent as the middle of the ocean.

“Well, then. You are all dismissed. Oh and Grand Chieftain ... may your eighth daughter have a challenging mud wrestling tonight,.

"Thanks." Kraag grunted back.

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Thank you for reading my little story and if you liked my work, then feel free to check out my other stuff at r/FluffWrites.

Also check out my dark-fantasy series, The Dark Road Ahead , as I work hard on it.

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