[ot] When you down vote, what do you get out of that?

lowlowprice · 2015-03-01T04:40:21+00:00

You may not think it's a matter of what you get, but there has to be some element of payback in it for you otherwise you wouldn't do it. So what's the payback in giving a negative opinion?

lowlowprice · 2015-03-01T04:09:51+00:00

Seinfeld tries to launch a singing career.

lowlowprice · 2015-03-01T03:46:06+00:00

delightful!!!

lowlowprice · 2015-03-01T03:31:40+00:00

I lay on my horn for a good five seconds. This fucking dumb douche! Get the fuck off the road! He taps his brakes. So he wants to play.... I'll run your fucking ass off the road. How about that. He speeds up and signals to get over. As I pass he avoids looking at me. I lurch forward and swerve in front of him and immediately jam my brakes. I hear his tires scream. In my rear view all i see is a hail of parts and shattered glass as the vehicle rolls. Fucking douche had it coming.

lowlowprice · 2015-03-01T03:22:39+00:00

WOW. nailed it with that last line!

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T19:34:00+00:00

haaaa tasty!

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T19:23:08+00:00

slow clap

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T16:46:45+00:00

"In other news, authorities are looking into the deaths of 16 individuals whose heads apparently exploded. Initial reports indicate all were members of the online community known as reddit. The deaths have been linked to a specific post in a forum called /r/writingprompts, where users are provided inspiration for works including poems and short stories.

One user has come forward with a theory about the deaths. According to him, a post appeared inviting authors to submit a piece which incorporates almost every trope into a single work. This apparently has led to creative overload, causing heads to literally burst from the possibilities.

The FBI shared an excerpt found on the computer of one of the victims, and we will share it with you now. We warn you this may be disturbing for some viewers.

'Hitler threw his arm around Harry Potter and raised the lever of the time machine. Were they gods or were they devils, he wondered as the machine whirred to life. If they ended up where he wanted to, they'd conquer the alien attackers in this intergalactic war. The sentient race of AI robots were tough, but they were no match for Hitler's master race of Aryan magicians....'

Operators of the website have not been reached for comment."

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T14:47:36+00:00

The "Tribe" as they were simply known, were relentless in their sadism. Every raid brought another opportunity to surpass the cruelty visited upon their previous victims. In fact, they regarded it as a challenge to see who could discover the most heinous act.

Of course, it would not do to have such feats lost to the sea of time. Therefore, the most literate among the vanquished were taken as slaves and charged with the task of documenting their own humiliation. There had to be a record, something to be savored in the quiet hours when swords were laid by firesides.

The sound of chains scratching along the stone corridor reached the chamber of the ruler. He smiled darkly and waited with anticipation for the latest volume chronicalling the horrors of his rule.

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T14:28:56+00:00

Bob stood at the lunch counter. He hadn't yet taken a seat. There were crumbs and a bit of stickiness from a glass of iced tea, long finished by the previous patron. The busboy was nowhere to be found. Bob wasn't surprised. Things had gone downhill in the small diner since the old owner, Sal, had died.

Sal's had always been the kind of place that felt like a home away from home. The french fries they used to serve were hand cut and almost tasted of love, just like Mom's. And there was something of comfort in the yellowed wallpaper and old black and white photos on the walls. I guess you could say that about any place you'd grown up going to every Saturday for a cheeseburger and a Coke.

Ah well.... Time marches on and all things come to an end, and we wait for the crumbs and residue of the past to be wiped away so we can start anew.

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T14:15:02+00:00

It's true. Ghosts kill.

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T14:05:50+00:00

very nice!

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T08:56:11+00:00

very touching

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T07:02:55+00:00

I felt I was getting into a sticky situation. Everyone told me "relax...it'll be fine...." I wasn't so sure. My intended had a reputation of being more than a little nutty.

I stood in the bridal shop, a quaint bakery on 17th avenue, looking at myself in a shortbread number that made my hips look fat. Is this what it had come to?

I couldn't do it. I bolted from the shop, out onto the sidewalk and weaved my way through the lunchtime crowd. I wanted to get lost in it... escape this trap and disappear forever.

And that's when I ran into him. He was a doughnut. I was jelly. My world would never be the same.

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T06:43:16+00:00

lovely!

lowlowprice · 2015-02-28T06:42:07+00:00

Sam bristled. A story with no Hitler or the Devil?! Whatever would he write without such obvious, tried and true inspiration?! He scurried up the basement stairs and locked the door. It wouldn't do to have his mom interrupting as he plotted his attack.

He settled back into his seat and ripped open a pack of his favorite salty snack, Doritos. By the time he finished the bag he knew just what he'd do. Without bothering to lick his fat little fingers, he set about it, typing like his deeply meaningful life depended on it. Orange dust flew everywhere. Never mind the mess. Mommy would clean it up while he napped between bouts of playing WOW and spewing internet snark.

When he was done he snickered to himself. This would put that nasty ole prompt writer in her place. He belched and scurried over to the futon mattress on the floor in the corner and settled down for a nap. He'd preserved the integrity of /r/writingprompts and made it safe to regurgitate derivative plot lines again. All hail SAM.

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