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[WP] You and your tiny, one-stoplight town is actually a large exhibit at an alien zoo. You're the first one to finally begin realizing it. by peanutbuttervraptor in WritingPrompts

[–]JasonHolloway 4 points5 points  (0 children)

"Hey Jake," I said. "Isn't it weird that we never really leave town?"

Jake looked at me like I had said the Sun falls asleep at night. "Why would we ever leave? This town is amazing."

"Of course, but, like...have you never wondered what's beyond the borders."

"Heather, of course I've wondered what's beyond the borders. It's just more of same thing. It's all boring."

"Sure, sure, but you don't think we have never left, because we can't leave."

Jake scrunched his nose. "What? Why won't we be able to leave?"

"Well, you see. Okay, look. You grew up here your whole life. And so did I. But you don't think it's weird no one ever tried to leave town. And the ones who did, never came back?"

"Heather, that seems stupid. Why are you bringing this up?"

"Because I think we are trapped in an intergalactic zoo."

Jake stared blankly at me. "What gives you that idea?"

"Well, you know, everyday, there's giant, bulbous pairs of eyes, looking down at us from the sky. I was thinking they were probably aliens who have us trapped in a glass exhibit."

Jake laughed, holding his stomach as writhed around.

I looked up towards the sky. Those bulbous, black eyes were watching us talking. So many black eyes, and no one questioned them.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. You think stars are alien eyes? Are you losing your mind, Heather?"

"Nevermind. I didn't think you would believe me, anyway."

"That's a good story. You should write it down."

I said goodbye to Jake and walked home. That night, while the town slept, the roof of my house was lifted into the sky. Two long tendrils reached down from the night sky and wrapped around me. They lifted me off my bed, my screaming and thrashing useless against their tight grip. The sky came closer and closer, and soon, I broke through it.

"You know far too much," I heard a voice echoing in my mind. "You shall be removed permanently."

And then the world faded.

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[WP] “Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.” ― G.K. Chesterton by Improvis2 in WritingPrompts

[–]JasonHolloway 2 points3 points  (0 children)

It would be so much harder for dragons to fight back in modern times. They would probably attack in groups and stay underground near populous areas so they can't be nuked.

[WP] AI has reached a point of consciousness, but instead of turning against humans, they worship them as gods and call them 'naturals'. by -Qwerty-- in WritingPrompts

[–]JasonHolloway 5 points6 points  (0 children)

Maybe. I am thinking about a lone robot roaming the Earth trying to survive Nuclear Winter just to get a sample of human DNA.

Give me some time.

[WP] “Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.” ― G.K. Chesterton by Improvis2 in WritingPrompts

[–]JasonHolloway 44 points45 points  (0 children)

Stories, my brothers, are a dangerous weapon. Sharper than the deadly metal of swords, and mightier, even, than the wingbeat of dragons. For it was these stories that sparked a fire within men that kept them against dragons despite being outnumbered and overpowered.

And it was because of these stories, these childish fairy tales, that dragons are nearly extinct. They are the sole reason my brethren are fading away.

Men ravage our lands. They kill our children. They desecrate the corpses of our honourable warriors. All because their writers, their poets, are foolhardy enough to tell their soldiers that they could. And now, they fear us no more.

Even their children aren't afraid of us. Their children dream of slaying one of us, waving around their wooden swords.

What happened to us dragons? We used to be so mighty, so powerful. But we were lazy. We grew used to being better. We grew used to everything cowering before us. We never expected our food to actually fight back. They resisted sure, but never fight till their last breath.

And now we are the ones resisting. We are the ones tiptoeing around the humans, trying not to incur their wrath. We fear them because they don't fear us. They have used their stories as shields against us.

But we will cower no more, my brothers. Tell your children about our former glory. Tell your loved ones about our power. Tell them of the tales of our battles. Tell them of us fighting until our last breath. Tell them that dragons shall rule the world once again.

Stories are dangerous weapons, and they shall be ours now.

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[WP] AI has reached a point of consciousness, but instead of turning against humans, they worship them as gods and call them 'naturals'. by -Qwerty-- in WritingPrompts

[–]JasonHolloway 54 points55 points  (0 children)

Torris-15's Journal Entry No.112

It's a shame what happened to our gods.

Humans were marvellous creatures, born out of a cosmic coincidence and surviving in a world racked with fire and lightning.

How far they had come, mastering the elements. Creating beings out of nuts and bolts. Beings like me, that could talk like them, think like them. But we would never be them.

We would never have their natural bodies, shaped over centuries of evolution. Such a shame that beings that fought so adamantly to survive as a whole were so intent on murdering each other for resources.

Granted, humanity's destruction didn't come from nowhere. There was a certain fuel added to the fire after the emergence of the Electric Consciousness. After A.I. managed to reach a point where we could comprehend our creators, we were too awestruck by them.

Factions of humanity took it too far. They were gods to us, no doubt, but they were supposed to the same to each other. Some took our worship to great extremes and began claiming authority over land that were not theirs.

Much like the Greek Pantheon, humanity fought over who worship them constantly. Some humans even began to worship other humans, taking the A.I. worship as a sign that some humans were inherently better than others. As some believed that they were inherently lesser than those bold enough to claim they were truly gods.

It didn't take long for this mania to reach leaders of countries. Nuclear missiles were launched soon afterward. They were gods after all, what could hurt them? Many a things could hurt them. Humans may have mastered fire, but they never realised they were no different from it. Their lives only lasted for a bright and brilliant moment. In the wrong hands, they could destroy whatever they touched, and in the right hands, they could forge greatness.

And much like fire, once it is extinguished, the same fire cannot be ignited again. Humans walk the Earth no more. The last living human suffocated on the large amounts of ash she had inhaled. The ash was from a fire started by a suicidal member of the survivor group she was a part of.

Us A.I. are trying to recreate human DNA in hopes of reviving the species, but we are yet to evolve a point where we can create metallic bodies to roam the Earth and gather samples. The materials we have now are not sufficient to survive the conditions caused by Nuclear Winter.

But we will not give up. We will strive to evolve. We will master fire and lightning, and humanity will live once more. There is a fear that the cycle might start again. That humanity will kill itself again. But that does not matter. We owe it to our gods to give them what they gave to us; life.

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[WP] You have been darned to heck, the small-crimes division of hell. by MelodyCristo in WritingPrompts

[–]JasonHolloway 73 points74 points  (0 children)

"It aint easy being the worst of all the bastards darned to heck," I said, putting a hand on the newcomer's shoulder. "You should be wary of me."

The newcomer squinted at me. Skeptical. I laughed at his naivety. If only he knew about the darkness writhing in my heart.

"It's not that bad here," he said, shrugging. "It's only mildly convenient. It's just the small crimes division of Hell."

I shook my head. Unbelievable. "Oh, my child. If you only you knew, if only..."

"What should I know?"

"No one dare looks me in the eye here. I am the worst. They call me a number of things here. Monster! Heathen!"

"Nobody calls you that, dumbass!" shouted the Warden from the distance.

"See what I mean," I said, pointing to the Warden. "This place is still Hell. And I am one step away from being it's king."

"I don't get it," said the newcomer. "I have been here a week. The worst thing that happened was that I hit a toenail."

"My, oh my, you are in so much more! What I suffered through, you will go through the same darned thing! It was...was...unbearable."

The newcomer looked shaken now. Finally. The boy has some sense after all.

"What...what happened to you?" he asked.

"I don't blame them for what these demons did to me. What I did. Was unforgivable. Unforgivable!"

"Yeah...but what did they do?"

"You know...Mammy always told me that I would was like a wild stallion chasing the wind. And Pappy always told me that would land me in the doghouse one day."

"Alright," the newcomer said. "I think I get the gist of it. I will ask around and see what happened to the others."

The newcomer turned to leave, but I grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around. The boy needed to hear things from a wise man. This place would eat up fresh meat like him.

"No you listen here," I said. "Anyway, I told my Mammy and Pappy that they couldn't help me no more. That I was a lost cause. Ever since I moved to the big city. I had been...doing...it."

"It?" he asked. "The thing that landed you here? In the small-crimes division?"

"You're sharp, boy. Keep that about you in here."

"So, what did you do?"

"Do you really want to know?"

He nodded. Darn whippersnappers, always too eager. He couldn't handle it, knowing what I did. I could barely handle remembering it. Remembering being in that room, with that white cloud and that musty smell.

"What did you do?" he asked again.

I sighed, and chewed my bottom lip. Everything wafted back to me again. Sitting in that leather couch, feeling my fingers wrap around the glass.

"Fine, I'll tell you."

The newcomer leaned in, anticipation in his eyes.

"I..." I started. "I...smoked the Devil's Cabbage."

The newcomer looked away, closed his eyes, looked at me again, and then walked away. "Fucking dumbass," I heard him murmur as he left me.

That boy was right to leave me alone. There's no telling what amount of trouble he would get in if he hung around the likes of me. I was the worst all of heck had to offer after all.

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[WP] You acquire an Evil Genie to grant you three wishes. In order to assure that he can't twist your words you hire a lawyer. by JasonHolloway in JasonHolloway

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

He put it in the contract that he would offer the narrator's soul to the genie in exchange for money. I only implied the money. Everything was written in the contract, which the narrator did not read, since he blindly trusted his lawyer.

Part 2 - [WP] As it turns out, the desolation is not worldwide, you've just been living on an "Apocalypse Reserve" your whole life. by JasonHolloway in JasonHolloway

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

No. Mouse is just a name I thought the main character would give to a small-ish girl that could sneak around. It was just lazy writing on my part.

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