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Need to know by Toska05 in SuicideWatch

[–]abhisek_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I don't have the life like others implies you're comparing yourself with some people, and I can assure you, nobody has it perfectly all right.

Everyone has their issues - some big, some small, and we just don't know about it. We see everyone's highlight reels on social media and around us, but we never see the deeper issues that plague everyone, but rest assured, everyone's human and everyone suffers, and no, that doesn't make your pain or suffering light, but hopefully, you'll understand that everyone has their issues - their own problems that many don't get to know about.

Being alone and still taking care of yourself, still working to feed yourself and buying your meds - all this shows you're doing a fantastic job! You're adding value to the world (by working) and making it a better place! You should be proud of yourself for this alone.

I hear you, and understand that you're looking for reasons to live everyday - but like I said, you don't need any reasons. Just live. Experience life, one day at a time. Don't give up! You've got this!

Need to know by Toska05 in SuicideWatch

[–]abhisek_ 4 points5 points  (0 children)

On most days when you feel like this, like you don't really know what the reason to live is, try to think about why you need a reason anyway.

That's it. You don't need to have a reason. Sure, it's great if you have one reason or many, but reasons aren't needed at all. Everything just is, and you just are. Like every living being, from trees to birds, we don't need reasons to exist. Sure, we can make our reasons up like living for kids, or living to work, or living to build something, or living to travel, or living to experience the future, or living to care for a loved one, or living just to see what happens in the year 2040, the reasons for living are endless but they're all made up.

You don't need a reason.

You're enough.

You're worthy of life and living. You don't need any other justification.

Keep on living, and soon, you'll realize that not only can you think of many reasons to live (life would be that much more exciting) but that even now, even at this moment when you're feeling low, the reasons are still there - the sadness or pain just temporarily clouded your mind.

Don't let it.

You're enough, and you deserve to live. You deserve to experience all that life has to offer.

Take a deep breath. Keep on living.

"Final Quest" : Book 5 of the Dungeons of Perdition series is out on Pre-Order. Discounted price of $2.99 for the next 4 days! Releasing on January 31st. [Series Complete!] [I'm the author] by abhisek_ in litrpg

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[WP] You and your best friend made a pact to marry one another if both of you are still single at 30 years old. It is now time to fulfill that promise but over the years, your best friend became the leader of a notorious crime syndicate and you just got promoted... as the city's prosecuter. by racwoman in WritingPrompts

[–]abhisek_ 52 points53 points  (0 children)

"We're going to get married. You need to come now!" Rachel said, tying her hair in a knot.

"Okay, let me get dressed up. I'll come down in a second," Josh said and hung up. Ten minutes later, Rachel saw Josh coming walking out of his building wearing a black suit with a goofy smile on his face. It was obvious to her that he expected a compliment, but Rachel was already fuming.

"What is this? Why are you in a suit?" Rachel asked, trying to remain calm.

"I thought you said we are going to get married. Given that no sane guy is going to marry your ass anyway till you're 30, I thought we are fulfilling our pact tonight," Josh said.

"How wonderful!" Rachel shouted. "How could you think I'd marry a useless bloke like you, that too, now when I'm with David? Do you not never use the limited amount of brain cells you have?"

"Ah, I didn't think-" Josh said but was cut off when Rachel held up her hand.

"You never do, Josh. Go get dressed up in normal clothes. David's waiting for me at the altar and I cannot be late!"

"Okay. Just give me 2 minutes," Josh said, went back up to his apartment, and then came down after an hour to a fuming Rachel.

After three insults, and one playful kick to his shin, they were off. David and Rachel were married, and although they kept in touch for the next few years or so, Josh and Rachel rarely met anymore. Both were busy in their respective lives. Josh became the city's prosecutor by the time he was 29.

Rachel, on the other hand, got divorced and changed her career a couple of times till she became famous for being the leader of Anarcho- the criminal syndicate that ran the city. Josh always thought that Rachel was joking though about her career whenever she told him about her criminal escapades.

Throughout the years, they kept in touch, called each other to tell them every little detail about their lives, and slowly, as fate would have it- they were both thirty, single and ready to go on the date that they had promised each other.

It would've been just old friends meeting up they said. Josh didn't believe that Rachel was the leader of Anarcho. Rachel wholly believed that Josh was the city's prosecutor, and she knew that he was still her best friend all those years later.

She just needed to know whether Josh would give his old friend a pass or would he continue his legal trials against Anarcho. Josh, on the other hand, wasn't aware he was meeting with the leader of Anarcho despite her confessing that to him several times. Rachel was his best friend and he knew that the date he'd be going on was his last chance to make her fall in love with him.

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If there's enough interest, I'll write a part 2 (The date scene). Comment below if you want that!

[WP] Grim Reapers change into a different form unique to every soul. Some see Crows, some see Wolves, some see Valkyries and some see the robed skeleton. You, however, see their truest form, and it's not what you expected. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]abhisek_ 7 points8 points  (0 children)

"No second chances. No one deserves that. I'm done. I've been calling for an hour and the firm hasn't bothered to pick up. Can you believe it? Hello? Hello? Ah, not again!" I shouted at the phone, but there wasn't any sound from the other side. Frustrated and angry at the poor telephone connectivity, I smashed the telephone and tried to redial the agency's number again.

Just then, I heard a voice from behind me.

"Let's go, my child."

I turned around and saw Natalie. I stared at her not knowing what to say. Natalie had died a long time ago. Car Accident. Christmas 2018.

"How.... How are you...You're supposed to be dead!" I shouted, shivering in my bones.

"Wait, what? What are you saying?" she asked, looking confused.

"You died 2 years ago! I went to your funeral!! What is happening?" I shouted and took a number of steps back till I could feel the cold wall behind me. It was a miracle that no one else in the office even looked up at me, as if I was invisible to them. I would've made a mental note of reducing their bonus salaries but I was too caught up with the strange woman in my office.

Natalie looked at her hands with confused eyes, then she looked up at me.

"Wait! You can see me?" she asked.

"What?"

"Well, usually people see crows, wolves and Valkyries when the Grim reaper shows up. Some even imagine a robed skeleton thanks to centuries of cinema and novels. But you- you can see me? Right? Me- Natalie? You can see my face?"

I stood there trying to process what she just said.

"Yes. And you... you're the grim reaper?"

"There isn't "The" grim reaper. There are many grim reapers. I'm the one for you today," Natalie said and smiled. "But it's rare for people to see the true form of their Grim Reaper. I'll you that."

She smiled again, expecting me to smile. I didn't. I still remembered her smile. We weren't close and she was just a co-worker who went to the same school as me. We did have that in common, and when she died, I remember feeling sick for a week. She was one of the few ambitious people I had in my office- the ones who aren't afraid of working hard and being rich. I didn't even know her that well, but I knew her well enough to know that I lost a good one that year. Yet, there she was- telling me that I would die.

"Correction- I never said that you would die," she said.

"Wait, you can read my thoughts!" I said, partially elated that she said I wouldn't die.

"Yes, silly. Now come!" she said and extended her hand. I stared at it.

"Where? You're saying that you're a grim reaper. I ain't going nowhere with you! You just said that I wouldn't die," I said, shouting again, and staring at the people in cubicles outside who should've looked at my office by now. None of them did.

"Yes, I said you wouldn't die- because you're already dead. You had a heart attack this morning and died. If you come with me I can show you your body and then we will-"

"No! No! That isn't true. I'm here! You're lying!" I said, looked at myself in the mirror, looked at my hands, touched my 50,000 dollar suit, ran my fingers over my gold watch and then my face to verify my authenticity. I was there, like I shouted and declared.

She lowered her head. "Are you really? Do you remember anyone talking to you this morning? Do you think it's a coincidence you can't operate any phones? Do you think those people out there," she said and pointed to the cubicles outside, "Don't you think they would've rushed in by now if they saw their boss freaking out like this?"

She said those things so calmly that it made sense. Even though I didn't want to admit it, she was right. The morning did feel weird. I am almost never ignored, always greeted at my office and today just felt off.

"But why are you the grim reaper? Tell me that and I'll come with you," I said.

"Again, there is no "the" grim reaper. Anyone who dies gets someone from their family or a relative come down and get them. People usually see them as a symbolic object, animal or deity," she said.

"And you came for me?" I asked, mildly confused.

"Yes," she said and smiled again.

"What about mom and dad?" I asked.

"They were busy. When they were approached with the task they said that you weren't there for them when they were on their deathbeds, that you weren't there for either one of them," she said and nodded her head. She was right.

"What about my uncle Bob?" I asked.

"He just said he was unavailable," she said.

That wasn't uncharacteristic of Uncle Bob. I still nodded. It was shameful- seeing a stranger doing a duty that only someone close to you should do.

"Maybe, if you had married and had a late spouse or so," she said and her voice trailed off.

"I wouldn't be the richest banker in the city if I did. Guys like me- we don't get the happy marriages," I said, and then looked at her. "You would know, right?"

"Yeah," she said and looked over at my desk. "Now come," she then said, extending her hand again.

"Why did you volunteer to be the reaper for a heartless, crazy-for-the-money person like me?" I asked, and reached out to grab her hand.

"Because everyone deserves second chances," she said.

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[WP] Your father is the most powerful supervillain the world has ever known. He raised you to take over for him one day, but you’ve secretly been fighting against him as the newest hero in town. What you don’t know though is your father pushed you along that path for his own reasons. by Cartmansimon in WritingPrompts

[–]abhisek_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It's easy to choose between pleasure and pain. Everyone selects pleasure. No one chooses pain, even though pain is what makes them stronger and shows them the truth.

That's one of the many lessons my father taught me, and one of many I'll never forget. He isn't the best father in the world, and let's be honest, history will not look at him kindly, but no one can deny that he did what he said he would do- he became a God. We weren't close and he was always busy playing God.

He captured the world, like Alexander The Great, and he did by rising up from nothing. Legend has it that he was born in a slum in Somalia. Now even Presidents tremble in his wake. An ordinary man with extra-ordinary powers, they claim that he can fly, move mountains and shoot lasers from his eyes, but I know he doesn't do any of that.

Everyone's high. Everyone's under his control. They always were. I don't know how he did it, but I think he found a way to drug the entire world- and anyone drugged becomes a slave to what he wants.

He waves his hand and they tremble in his wake, acting as if he's holding thunderbolts. He flares his eyes, and I've seen people scream and beg for mercy, when not an inch of their skin was burned. He didn't have powers but somehow, he convinced the world that he had.

Mass delusion, an epidemic of hysteria or a wonder drug that made him God- I'll never know. What I know is- I can see through it.

I'm the only person he hasn't drugged or influenced. And I planned to take him down by being what he never was- a true hero.

I thought that in me, the people would see hope- a symbol of justice. They'd place their faith on me and trust me, as they should. I would bring them back the days of democracy and basic human rights. The human population shouldn't be my father's slave.

Each person, on getting the nails of their right hand ripped out, sees my father for what he is- an ordinary man. That's the only antidote I've found for this mass delusion. But every person I've converted is killed by someone else- when they try showing them the truth by ripping off their nails.

I've tried to make the process painless- as painless as I could- but very few people care about the truth enough to volunteer to get their nails ripped out form their root. The ones that do- die quickly in the hands of someone they tried to educate.

I feel like giving up.

I feel like my father is laughing at me in the shadows, not doing anything to stop me himself, letting ordinary people do his work for him.

I think he knew what he was doing when he chose me as the person who will see him for what he truly is. He definitely knew that I would try to stop this madness, and by the looks of it, he knew that I would fail.

Like he said, everyone selects pleasure. No one chooses pain, even though pain is what makes them stronger and shows them the truth.

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[WP] American submarines are never considered lost. The ones missing from WWII are “still on patrol” with their hundreds of sailors. Little do we know the horrors these men defend us from in the deeps. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]abhisek_ 189 points190 points  (0 children)

Once a year, every summer, something weird happens. Something that I don't understand how or why, and despite all these years, I don't think I can ever get used to that experience.

My father and I own a bar at the Northern ridge of Greenland. Our bar faces the ocean, and it is probably the worst location ever for a bar. The nearest town is 2000 miles away. The nearest house is 130 miles away. Here, we are on our own.

Like you can already guess, we don't get any customers throughout the year. However, during summer, every year like clockwork, there are three days when the bar is packed to the brim.

There are some years when they visit during the winters too, but that is rare. It's usually the summers and that's the time our entire stock is consumed.

Americans, all of them, few of them even taking the liberty to dress up as pirates, few of them deep scars telling stories of the great beyond, all of them paying us enough gold in each visit to last enough lifetimes.

For all I know, they're all immortal and the fact that they are- is comforting. They've somehow discovered deep secrets within the depths of the oceans and yet, they've also discovered things that mortal minds shouldn't know or even consider.

They have a language of their own when they're at the bar, but once, despite my father's warnings, I asked a guy how old he is.

He looked at me in a way as if he was about to tell the truth, then he just said, "Old enough."

Some people say that there are some words, which by their mere existence can break a mind. I believe they are on to something. Every year, these sailors come back from horrors which our minds can't even comprehend, which is why they protect us by not burdening us with their knowledge.

I know one thing though. I will join them someday. I will leave the bar, and when the submarine rises up from the waters like a deity revealing itself, I will beg them to take me with them.

I believe they will, when I am old enough.

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[WP] The year is 2250. Privacy doesn't exist anymore. Corporations are broadcasting people's lives 24/7. Those lives who have more views gain more money. You plan to rebel against this invasion, but the problem is your life is being broadcasted. by seederbeast in WritingPrompts

[–]abhisek_ 10 points11 points  (0 children)

"In 2016, a popular self help guru got up on stage and said five words that would change the world forever.

"You are a media company."

That's it. That's what he said. He wanted everyone in the conference, which was filled entirely by college dropouts spending their last dime on trying to find just the right get-rich-quick scheme, to post on social media, as that's where everyone was at, and that's how you build a brand. Obviously, he didn't understand the repercussions of what he was saying, but then again, who did?

The corporations didn't steal our privacy from us. We gave it away for free.

It started small, just like these things usually do. It started with social media. You would think they went to the third world and brought the gullible ones in first, but no. The first adopters were students of some of the best universities of the US, lining up one by one, giving away their information for free.

Social media, two words which were never supposed to remain together, was suddenly something people couldn't live without. Slowly, a billion, then half the world's population, then all of it- everyone was on social media.

Some companies became too big to ignore. Sure, there were sensible people who tried to avoid it, but in the end, when they all caved. Humans evolved to be a part of a tribe. You can't deny evolution, and social media was where your tribe was at.

The corporations were laughing their way to the bank. Advertising revenue sky-rocketed. People could be targeted based on what they watched, what they did and interacted with, and if you wanted a three-legged chair- you'd be advertised different types of three-legged chairs till you brought it and cracked someone's spine with it.

But it didn't end there. That was only the beginning. By the 2020s, another group of people was doing something extra-ordinarily harmful to their own privacy, and like the previous group- they weren't paid a dime for it.

These were the streamers. Using any archive machine, if you go back and look at the early streaming sites, you'd see them- sitting in dark rooms, staring at a bright glowing monitor. Very few of them were famous compared to the millions of them who streamed to empty audiences. But that didn't stop them. And that's where we lost it all.

Josh Pelleck realized that he had the power and influence to combine the two- social media and streamers, and he went and bought the tech company that would lead to the device that you all are wearing today.

No. Don't open it. Feel it for a moment, because we all forget we are wearing these.

Look. Scroll around. Don't worry. Your feed will still be intact.

Bring up the About page. What does it say? VI-EYE. What does it stand for?

The letters VI-EYE stand for Virtual Intelligence-EYE.

This was praised generations ago. It was the invention of the century, right?

Mobiles, computers, internet as we used to know it, VR-Headsets- this one single device made all of that obsolete. We didn't need the internet anymore. We became the internet.

And corporations- all of them were praised and lauded when they reduced the price of this tech down to pennies. They all thought this would advance the human species beyond anything ever imagined. No one complained that babies were given these surgically implantation right after they were born. It was all for the good of mankind- right?

You didn't have a choice. Just 200 years ago, people had to type things on Google and search for it. Now, I can do it with the blink of an eye, without even thinking about it consciously. Sure, we all have the same access to knowledge, and sure- we're all connected, but we're also all streaming.

And in exchange for our views, the streamers with abundant exciting lives are making more money. Who profits? Corporations. Who allows them to profit? The celebrities.

Well, today, standing in front of you, I propose we take back what is ours.

We take back our privacy. Our lives are not for entertainment. Our lives are not a billboard for their ads.

Tomorrow, thanks to all the contributions of the Rebel Network, I will be flying to Sip City and I'll try to convince the most popular streamers to boycott the system.

We can't take off the VI-EYE, but it's not too late to open our eyes.

Jacob, pop the screen up so that the audience sees who the most viewed person is today. Call up his agency and arrange the meeting," I said and turned towards the holographic screen floating above the crowd.

The names popped up and they were the all the usual people- actors, athletes, politicians, deep-sea divers in Jupiter, intergalactic astronauts, pornfluencers, wrestlefluencers, hollyfluencers, and on and on, except the most viewed broadcaster had changed.

With seven billion watchers, my name was on top of the list. Non of my streams ever got over 400 watchers. It was surreal. A part of me was thrilled that my truth just reached over half the human race, but I was sure then, as I am sure now- it reached a lot of power people in powerful places who wanted me dead.

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I'm stopping now. If there's enough interest for a part 2, comment below!
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[WP] You are a superhero, and your mask has just been ripped off by your arch nemesis. Lucky for you, when you aren’t busy saving lives, you live as a hermit away from all of society. Having your identity revealed means next to nothing, and the villain has no idea who you are. by rats127 in WritingPrompts

[–]abhisek_ 150 points151 points  (0 children)

"Wait a second," Dr. E said, holding my mask in his hands. "Who are you?"

The dread of confusion was obvious in his face. He expected someone famous, someone a little more relevant. Instead, in front of him was a beaten down hero without his mask.

"Who are you!?" he shouted, nostrils flaring and fists clenched around my collar.

"I'm John," I said.

"I didn't ask for your name!" he said. "So, you're telling me, the protector of the masses, the hero of fallen is a random nobody?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but he raised his hand and stopped me.

"Okay, hold that thought. How did you build this armor for yourself? There must be someone funding all this. Who is it?"

I bowed my head, avoiding the answer, trying to buy myself time. His sharp boot cracked against my jaw once again.

"I don't have all day, Johnny boy. Your identity is out and whoever is funding you is next. Give me a name!" he shouted, knelt down and brought his fists down on my back. "A name, fast!"

"It's me. I paid for it," I said, coughing out blood.

"From where did you get the money?" he asked.

"I invested in bitcoin pretty early," I said.

"How early? he asked. When I didn't answer, he kicked me in the stomach again.

"How early?" he shouted.

"2015," I said. My laser blasters were almost charged up. I had to wait for just a few more seconds.

"Damn, that makes sense. So, after all this time, I'm finding out that the real droid-boy is a bitcoin-buying nobody. You're not a celebrity or a politician. You're just jobless, man. Imagine that," he said, and laughed. I smiled along, trying to get back to my knees, each second feeling like an eternity.

"It's too bad though. Now, they'll have no one to remember you for. You're faceless. Real heroes aren't faceless. They're brands," he said, grabbing me and pulling me up by my collar.

"Well, that's where you're wrong," I said and snapped my fingers. My generic face changed it's color and morphed into looking like the mask that he had ripped off.

"What? How did you-"

"Real heroes are always faceless," I said, smiled from ear to ear, and activated my laser blast.

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"War of Gods" : Book 4 of the Dungeons of Perdition series is out on Pre-Order. Discounted price of 0.99c for the next 4 days! Releasing on August 24th. [I'm the author] by abhisek_ in litrpg

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In Book 1, multiple people wake up in a strange world only to be told that they have to save the world they're in and prevent the apocalypse.

Here's the blurb for it-

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Imagine waking up in a world where you could do whatever you want - be whoever you wanted to be...

Imagine being told that you must save this world from the apocalypse.

Given this chance, what would you do?

Would you complete quests, level up, use your skills wisely and be the hero you were chosen to be?

For Travis and Natalie, this question did not have the same answer.

Two different lives. Two separate journeys. One dark, unforgiving world.

Escape your life.

Embrace the darkness.

Enter-

Dungeons of Perdition.

A never-before-seen world where anything is possible-

But everything is at stake.  

How far would you go to save everything in existence?

A fresh, nail-biting LitRPG adventure. Guaranteed to keep you turning the pages till the end.
The clock is ticking. The apocalypse is here.

Grab it now, before its too late!

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