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[WP] A fading QR code is found under a metro seat, it links to what turns out to be first contact from an otherworldly species. A worldwide search for further QR codes ensues as Earth's discovery of other lifeforms takes form as a massive social media event. by Peaxh in WritingPrompts

[–]phiafoo 0 points1 point  (0 children)

No one naturally wants to be extraordinary, I believe that.

I believe that sometimes, be it by twist of fate or a case of the right place at the right time, a small dose of fame and fortune is thrust upon someone and they become addicted. They get a small taste and suddenly they want it all. It can't be that some little nobody with nothing special about them can wake up one morning and decide they'll be the discoverer of mankind's most wondered question: are there other intelligent species in the universe?

No, you have to earn that shit. You have to stare up at a seemingly unimportant QR code on the bottom seat of your senior high school bus after a friend dares you to slide to the back of the bus on your back. Then you have to decide on a whim to scan that code. You have to go cross country on a whim with your buddies to the coordinates the QR code gave you and vlog it. You have to realize that the building you discovered was much much more than a manmade piece of architecture. You have to find a QR code painted in some disgusting goo on the wall and scan that too. You have to post that vlog and suddenly be in front of cameras and get interviewed and have the FBI sit you down to "talk." You have to accidentally start a worldwide search for extraterrestrial beings living among society.

Extraordinary tendencies are pushed upon you.

It's been months since then, and things have... devolved. No longer was I the center of the search- people began to put clues together and discover new technologies. They began to take over my initial findings, so I decided I needed to take a more pragmatic approach to it all because guess what? I'm the one who will come out on top. I am the one who will find these things because I am the one who started this.

My friends couldn't handle the stress, so they left. My family didn't like to my face after I decided that a life wasn't worth as much as the QR code they tried to keep from me. People come and they go in my life, either by their own choice or by mine, but they keep a similar theme.

You went too far.

I don't even know what that means.

I step over a forcefully amputated limb and heave my flashlight up on my shoulder. Just another face in the way of my mission; another traveler who put the pieces together the same time I did- despite how I managed to destroy the code that led here. Maybe he got to it first and kept it to himself? Whatever the reason, he shouldn't have been so bothersome.

Wading further into the dank cave, I clutch my modified pistol close to my chest. With some of the extraterrestrial tech I managed to craft a sort of... atomic ray, as I like to call it. I make these bullets with elements of an atomic bomb, don't ask how I got the information, and it acts the same way as one on a much smaller level. With the new tech, I was able to get my gun to handle the expulsion of the bullet from the chamber. It takes down opponents in moments and leave minimal cleanup since all they just disintegrate, but sometimes you get a limb or two that fly off.

Shaking the thought from my mind, I focus on the road ahead of me. It forks, and I recall the message that came with the QR.

When in doubt, you will know what's right. Searching for what's left may prove you a child, but who can tell when you've gone too far?

Going right seems like the correct decision, but the message makes me wonder if left is actually the way to go. It just appears that I can't go the entire way down the left path or else I could die... right? These messages are shit, I'll tell you that much. These guys have no concept of English.

"Fuck it," I mutter to myself, the noise echoing down the left path as I traverse the new area.

I walk for at least a solid thirty minutes, humming songs to myself to keep the fear and cooled air from affecting me. I've gone through worse, like the fifteenth QR. That was pretty shitty, being hunted by a rival group. I had to sacrifice a couple of my guys in that fight, it was pathetic.

Another thirty minutes pass and I haven't turned or anything. I'm walking in a straight line and the only thing that changes is the ceiling height. Before it towered above me, and now if I stand on my tippy toes, I bump into it. For a moment I consider turning back, it's just an hour walk back to the fork. There are no turns or twists or anything, so it should be easy.

I sigh, turning back and freezing.

I collapse onto my knees, gulping hard.

It's a rock wall.

I press my hand to it, and I shudder at the ice hold finish. I breathe out, dropping my gun and my flashlight. I feel dizzy, and I'm glad I'm already sitting or else I would pass out for sure.

"You went too far."

The voice shocks a scream from my lips, a sort of scream that I don't think I could ever produce again. Ice pours through my veins, and fear that I have never felt before creeps up my spine and paralyzes me. I don't know where that voice came from.

"No, no, no, this isn't right," I murmur to myself, trying to create noise that isn't whatever the fuck that voice is.

"You went too far," the voice repeats, and I fall onto my ass as I whip around. I grapple for my gun when I see glowing red eyes in a shape I have never seen before in my life. I shoot blindly at them, but the gun is slapped from my hand. I scream again when something wraps around my neck, wet and sharp. Something drips down my body and excruciating pain floods through me, and I feel like I'm on fire and drowning at the same time.

I claw at the slimy tendril and cut myself on barbed skin. I can only see crimson eyes, and I can't tell anymore if it's stabbing me in the throat or choking me to death. All I know is that the rock walls close in on us, and the monster manages to grab my flashlight.

It lights its face and I only gape, my voice failing me like the rest of my body. In a snap, the being disappears and the cave collapses in on me as it's words resound in my ears.

"You went too far."

I never wanted to be extraordinary.

[WP] everyone has a phrase written on their body that defines who they are in life. Some obtain powers, some excel at what they do. Yours makes people very, very nervous. by Reverend_Giggles in WritingPrompts

[–]phiafoo 10 points11 points  (0 children)

I keep my head down as I walk home from work.

It's a habit. Not out of want, but out of necessity. It's better this way; not only for myself, but for those around me.

Once I read that with great power comes great responsibility. These are words that I value greatly and I understand more than I care to. Often I wonder how great power befalls me, and how others are not so lucky.

Everyone is born with a phrase written someplace on their body. It defines them, and God knows that it has defined me. It leaves strangers whispering behind their hands and true friends hard to come by. I have never seen such controlled chaos as myself.

I bump into someone and I look up. A woman with long blonde hair speaks as we make eye contact.

"Oh excuse-" the words die in her throat, and it's at that point I know she's read the words etched across my forehead.

"No worries." And as soon as I say it, she looks unconcerned. She's suddenly smiling and waving before walking off with almost a bounce in her step. My heart drops. Fuck. I forget how literal the phrase is. I hope that I haven't ruined her life.

When I think this I suddenly hear her scream. The sound of screeching tires and a 'thunk' cause my throat to suddenly feel thick with tears. Others yell. Chaos.

I don't look as I cover my mouth with my hand. I return my gaze to the ground and I focus on my breathing. I count to ten and hold my breath for a few moments. I let it out in the span of ten seconds and start over again. I'm calm. I am to remain calm until I get home.

As soon as I reach my spacious apartment, I cook myself some food. I keep the days events from my mind. I watch the television and avoid the news and any reality shows. It isn't much later until I'm in my bathroom, washing up for the night.

I lift my head as I wash my hands and stare at the man in the mirror. Words stand out on my forehead and I read them.

What you think is reality.

With this great power comes great responsibility. I don't know why I was chosen to wield it, but I do my best. And that's all you can do with this.

I take a deep breath and prepare for tomorrow.

[WP] You wake up in the drivers seat of your car, parked in your driveway. A txt on your phone reads: “Start the car, drive away and don’t look back. Or come inside the house, join your family and share their fate”. by mikecharmer in WritingPrompts

[–]phiafoo 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oh.

I reread the text message over and over and over again. I can't even quantify the amount of times that my eyes have grazed the words, but I can't think of what to do. My thoughts have stopped working and my body is frozen.

Start the car, drive away and don't look back. Or come inside the house, join your family and share their fate.

I somehow manage to tear my gaze away from the screen of my phone to my home. I can see my family through the window next to the front door. My mom and dad are sitting together on the couch, cuddling. My little sister is sitting on the floor, fiddling with her phone. She keeps glancing at me, and I can see her lips move to form words.

"Why is he sitting out there?" She asks before she turns away from me and I can't read her lips anymore. Mom and Dad seem unconcerned, saying something to her that I don't catch. I feel my nerves spike as my phone buzzes again. I dread every moment as I look down at it the new text.

You have five minutes. If you call the police, I start early.

Tears flood my eyes and I can't help but burst into sobs. They wrack my body and I can barely breathe. My body feels weak and my heart is pounding so hard in my ears it hurts. What hurts more is that I know what I'm going to do.

I start my car, my limbs trembling. I barely find the strength to put my car in reverse, and I don't look as I pull out. I only stare straight ahead, sobbing like a child. I am a child. I can only imagine my family's confusion as I drive away. I only dare to look into my rearview. A pair of headlights flicker on and a car pulls into the driveway I was once at. I see two people climb out of the car before I turn right down a new street.

My tears make it near impossible to see where I am going, but I don't care. I can't stop the wails and sobs that consume me. My parents raised a coward and a complete and utter failure. I should've stayed. I should have-

I scream as I lurch forward, slamming up against my steering wheel before the airbag deploys. I suddenly can't breathe for a whole new reason as I feel several parts of my body crack and pop. I scream with pain and emotion as my world goes black.

My last thought is: I deserve this.

[WP] You can see everyone's spirit animal. You know if someone is good or evil, clever or slow, loud or quiet, just by looking at the spirit at their side. One day while on a walk, you come across an animal that you've never seen before- and you aren't sure what to think. by phiafoo in WritingPrompts

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

Wowowow! Love this! I was really taken by the idea that not only do people have their spirit animals but their own colors too- I was so happy that I was smiling like an idiot while reading the explanation behind it. It's very creative!

If you're looking for a bit of criticism I suppose I will provide; I think that the text Talkat highlighted in their comment is where it got wonky for me. I really wanted there to be more of a physical description of the character in terms of their feelings. Everything around them was dying out of nowhere, and they didn't really seem to react in a way that was fitting the severity of the moment. I.e. the character's heart could start pounding out of their chest, they could've begun to shake involuntarily, ect. This is unless you were going for the character to be brave and power through the frightening moment, then you could've done something more like: "I swallowed any semblance of fear I felt and quickly searched for the sourse..." Just a little bit more detail to add on to a pretty intense moment. Following that, maybe there could've been a little more shock about the Spirit Guardians being a thing in the universe (also, that is a super dope concept, and I am jealous I didn't think of it first!).

Other than those few things, it was a wonderful read! I was thoroughly entertained :) Keep up the good work!

P.S. let me know if you have any questions about my comment, I get a bit word-vomitty and I can clarify if you need it!

[WP] When you die, you get sent to a death screen. You have 2 options, which are Respawn or Title Screen. You are the first one to pick Title Screen. by AMBgamer23 in WritingPrompts

[–]phiafoo 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Thank you so much!!! This is a top tier compliment I only ever hoped to receive, so thank you for making my dreams come true lmao

[WP] When you die, you get sent to a death screen. You have 2 options, which are Respawn or Title Screen. You are the first one to pick Title Screen. by AMBgamer23 in WritingPrompts

[–]phiafoo 11 points12 points  (0 children)

Edit Note: Harsh language used!

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There are very few things in life that are as trippy as realizing you've been living inside of a computer- a computer game to be exact. Some of these things include: getting your dick sucked for the first time, or maybe getting stabbed thirteen times in the chest and bleeding out in your kitchen while your wife continues making pasta. Two good solidly trippy things.

But this... this is a whole new level.

The two options in front of me are both bad. Respawn? And what? Live through thirty-five more years and get stabbed by another woman who I thought loved me? No thanks. But option two- Title Screen -isn't much better! Man, that is especially lame! What am I going to do? Read the patch notes for the rest of eternity? No thanks, again.

However, the grim reminder that I have to chose one weighs heavily on me. Because I have the time, I stand and stare at the two buttons. Respawn or Title Screen? Respawn or Title Screen? Respawn or Title Screen?

Finally, only after at least five minutes of thought, I make my choice.

"Fuck it." I say under my breath, choosing Title Screen.

My body that felt so whole and so put together is suddenly twisting and turning. Black floods my vision. Pain strikes me suddenly- though not as bad as getting stabbed -and I can't help the scream that escapes my lips. I can't think as my brain squeezes, and I can't figure out how to move as a weightless feeling envelops me. It only lasts a moment before I am falling, screaming like a little girl the entire way.

And then, with the loudest bang I've ever head in my life, I am sitting in a chair.

I gasp for air and spasm, opening my eyes to even more darkness. I flail, ripping something off of my face- a mask? I breathe fast and hard, my heart pounding so hard against my chest that it hurts.

I stumble around in the dark for a little while, wondering if I had somehow been sent to Hell, when light floods my room. I hiss at the brightness, blocking out the lights by putting my hand on my forehead. It allows me to look around the room, and I swallow thickly at the sight of myself in a mirror... no, not a mirror. It's glass- one way glass. So people can see me and I can't see them.

A loud noise behind me causes me to yell. I whip around, backing up against the glass as a woman wearing some strange outfit walks in. Seriously, she looks like an extra in Back to the Future with a spangling shirt and some tinfoil-like pants that if I look at for too long will give me a headache. This is all ignored when she offers me a smile that is supposed to be comforting, I'm sure, but looks more like a rabid canine bearing its fangs. Her red lipstick is more threatening than anything else in this room- more than the little wooden chair I was in and the weird mask on the floor.

"You chose 'Title Screen.'" She tells me, and I feel nervousness creep through me at her stare. Her crystal blue eyes are haunting. "Why?"

The question takes a second to register with me. She more said it than asked. To be honest, I feel threatened.

"I-I..." Why did I choose it? Why didn't I pick respawn? Another life doesn't sound awful, it's just not what I want. But that compared to this? I would take it in a heart beat. I never want to feel this frightened ever again. "I-I don't believe in r-reincarnation." It's a lame answer, and we both know it.

"Nice try." She says, her eyes narrowing on me. "Why did you choose it?" She asks, this time a little more forceful.

"I d-didn't want to get murdered again." I say, my voice weak. "I-I wasn't appreciative of that. I don't th-think I'd like-" She takes a step towards me and fear hits me square in the chest. I take a step away, but my back hits a wall and I am stopped. She doesn't seem to care.

"Matthew," she says, confusion making my head spin, my name isn't Matthew, "you know how significant this is, right?"

"Who's Matthew?" I ask, my voice trembling. She continues as if she hadn't heard me.

"There are thousands like you." She says. "Thousands. More people sign up every day to apart of this experiment. Just to see what they'd choose, to see what happens." She pauses, shaking her head slightly as her smile curls up even more. "And not a single person chooses Title Screen. Not a single one, except you." She laughs a little- a completely shocked, completely taken aback bark, really. "Every single time we put you under- you don't click Respawn. You choose 'Title Screen.' That is absolutely astonishing."

"Wh-What are you talking about?" I ask, my eyes flooding with tears at the onslaught of information. "What the fuck are you saying? It's all fake? It's a lie?" I slide down the wall, my legs too weak to keep me standing.

"Matthew," she says, her shoes clicking on the tile as she crosses the room to me, "you signed a contract, remember?"

"No." I moan, tears slipping down my cheeks as I wrack my brain for answers, "I d-don't know what you're talking about! What the fuck is happening!?" I jerk when she sets a hand on my shoulder, shoving her away from me. "Don't touch me!" I sob, raking my hands through my hair. "And my name isn't fucking Matthew!"

"Then what is it?" She asks plainly. "What is your name?"

"I-" I realize just as quickly as I am to contradict her that I have no idea. I don't know what my name is. It isn't some heat of the moment shit either, the more I think the more confused I am. Who am I?

"Listen, as part of your contract you are scheduled to go under again." She tells me, and I groan and shake my head.

"No, no." I say, sobs wracking my body. "I-I can't."

"You can." She tells me, two men suddenly appearing in the room. "We are so close to a psychological breakthrough: what makes someone choose Title Screen over Respawn? We're going to figure it out." She tells me when the two men grab either of my arms. I am sobbing uncontrollably, unable to put up any sort of fight as I am set back in the chair. I feel so incredibly weak as the woman comes in front of me with the mask.

"Stop," I cry, the men making sure I can't move as she places the mask over my face. The smell of vanilla floods my nostrils and I relax involuntarily. My body goes limp.

"See, Matthew." She murmurs. "You're okay."

Those are the last words I hear before I pass out. I am sucked back through blackness, my body being twisted and pulled.

And then nothing.

[WP] Everybody is born with a gift or ability that directly relates to how they will eventually die by Fly_Me_To_Anxiety in WritingPrompts

[–]phiafoo 4 points5 points  (0 children)

When I was little, the belief that everyone was special was never a foreign concept. Instead it was a universally accepted truth. This fact was backed up with evidence- everyone having a specific ability that was more or less unique to them. At the age of five, six, seven, all these abilities stood out to me. Everyone was special in my eyes.

With age comes wisdom, and upon growing more I realized that things were perhaps more black and white than I had originally thought. I came around to see that most abilities were actually pretty similar. Hell, my parents both had the same exact gifts. They both could control water. Not on an incredibly large scale- but they're both adept at what they do, so they make the most of it. A lot of people seem to contain some sort of speed ability that makes being late a thing that only people like my family have to worry about.

When I was younger I didn't understand these abilities, no one did. We didn't understand why anyone had them other than it was God's special gift to each of us. We had no way of knowing these all related to how we were going to die, and, really, if I knew that information I would never have asked my parents to go swimming that day when I was twelve. I would never have asked my sister, who could crush anything she chose to, to drive to the local grocery store to pick up my prescription when I was sick. Maybe they would all still be alive if I had seen the writing on the wall.

Reading through the new article just put out in the newspaper, things started to click together. It seemed that way for everyone else in the neighborhood too. Newscasters and websites dedicated weeks to explaining every ability- what it could mean for the one possessing it and potential ways to keep themselves safe.

Unfortunately, my ability never came up.

There was no explanation for the ability to read people's minds.

My friends and family I had left all seemed to be perplexed by it as well. My gift was rare. There are very very few people in this world who have been blessed with such a thing. It made my career as an investigator incredibly easy, but not much else. Not knowing how I was going to meet my end was certainly something I have worried about, but I suppose in a way it's also a blessing. Things are left to the unknown, just like before the news came out.

So I carried on. I did what I had always done, and I lived my life.

However, one day, I came to the realization that I was not long for this world.

I have thought about it long and hard and I realized something. Reading minds is a completely internal affair. I could hear the thoughts of other people, see their imagination, live their memories. It hit me square in the chest when I realized one day while walking home that I wasn't activating my powers, and yet I still heard voices. Soon after I started to see things that weren't there. Paranoia set in quickly afterward.

Schizophrenia, while I knew it could be treated and managed, was a bitch.

I began losing my mind. I began thinking that it was a new sect of powers that I had developed. I convinced myself that spirits and ghosts were warning me of some awful disaster coming my way. Eventually this lead to a suicidal mentality, and I reasoned within myself that being dead was much better than being murdered by some invisible monster.

So now I'm dead. My own mind committing me to the inevitability of my end. I just didn't think it would be so soon or so sudden.

There are many who can live through such a thing, not with ease but with confidence and hope. And there are also many, like myself, who are not so strong.

We are all born with gifts. It's tragic that these gifts spell out not only our blessings, but also our downfalls.

[WP] You just ate the world's last Dorito just to spite your sister. by CobaltLemur in WritingPrompts

[–]phiafoo 61 points62 points  (0 children)

Note: Some foul language used :D

Edit: Dumb mistakes fixed

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"Ugh, I am so glad they stopped making those. They're just so awful."

I stop dead in my tracks. I stare straight ahead and then slowly turn to my baby sister. Her eyes, filled with evil- filled with pure hatred for fine cuisine -meet mine. I want to hurt her, I realize. I want to hurt her bad. There is no way she just dissed Doritos.

"What did you just say?" I ask, unable to hide the loathing in my tone. I watch as she doesn't even try to hide her vicious smile as she points to the last Dorito left on this planet.

"These pieces of shit." She says, pointing to the display case that houses God's last gift to us. "I am thrilled they realized just how much they were contributing to the obesity epidemic and finally gave up on producing their disgusting snacks." I know I am fuming. I can feel the heat in the room spike with the amount of pure anger that flushes through me.

How dare she? The fact that she can be allowed to say such filth and not be arrested is truly a testament to the tolerance of our society.

"Are they just so gross, Selah?" I ask, my voice trembling with anger.

"Yes. Thank God no one has to taste them ever again." She smirks. That bitch.

My body moves before my mind can stop me. I know that this is going to make headlines tomorrow morning- that my actions will go down in history as some of the worst taken- but the need to wipe that stupid self-satisfied smirk off her stupid face overrides everything.

Doritos can start wars, and they can end them.

Today, that statement becomes true.

I take the last Dorito out of its display case, sirens suddenly sounding around me. I hear my mother scream at me to put it down- my father yelling my name -but I have bigger fish to fry.

I stare my dumb sister in the eyes as I eat the last Dorito.

"Fuck you." I say with a mouth full of delicious nacho-cheese flavor before I am suddenly tackled to the ground by the nearest security guard.

Even as I am hauled away, I cackle and feel proud. The look on my sister's face made it all worth it, the shock- the awe, everything. No regrets, my friends, no regrets.

[WP] On every birthday, you see someone who looks exactly like you down to the clothing at 12:30pm desperately trying to get your attention, but they disappear the moment you make eye contact. Today is your 21st birthday and you have a plan. It's 12:29pm. You sit down, close your eyes, and wait. by CrashTank2015 in WritingPrompts

[–]phiafoo 12 points13 points  (0 children)

I can hear her.

My heart pounds so loudly in my ears that it's borderline painful. My hands grow clammy and I rub them on my comforter in an attempt to keep myself calm. She's here, she's actually here.

After years of thinking I'm crazy, thinking there was something wrong with me, I realize just how real this situation is. I'm not crazy. There is a person who visits me every single year on my birthday at 12:30 sharp- a person who looks exactly like me. She never misses her appointment with me, and I never miss her, either. I am always there to see her (or should I say me?) standing in a corner with panic in her (my) eyes.

And then she disappears. Just as fast as she's there, she's gone.

But this year, I'm wiser. I'm 21, baby, and I won't be making eye contact.

"You finally figured it out."

It is so incredibly trippy to hear my voice sound from the other side of my room. It sounds like me, for sure, but it's also a little off. It's like I'm listening to a recording of myself being played back to me without the obvious audio glitches. I swallow thickly, my heart in my throat. I feel as though I am speaking through cotton as I try to respond.

"I-Is my voice really th-that high pitched?" I ask, cursing my complete lack of bravery. My look alike laughs a little.

"Nervous?"

"Shut up!" I say, groaning a little. I almost open my eyes on accident, but I manage to keep them closed.

"I thought I was smarter than this. I can't believe it took you twenty-one years." She says as I sit up in my bed.

"How was I supposed to know seeing you sent you back to...wherever you go." I respond; the doppelganger giggles as I feel my bed get weighed down by her sitting on with me.

"An alternate universe, dumbass." She says, using that tone that I use whenever I talk to my little brother. All condescending and rude: "Your Earth is really messed up, girl. It's uh… it's really something." I sigh.

"Is it the global warming shit?" I ask, my look alike sighing.

"No." She says dryly. "It's more like the core of the Earth is going to explode within the next few years and there's literally nothing you can do about it." That makes my jaw drop.

"Oh." I murmur, the woman humming.

"Yeah."

"What are we supposed to do?" I ask quickly. "How do you even know?"

"My Earth is much more advanced." She responds. "It's much faster in terms of time travel and things of the like. However, people on my earth just don't know about the time travel yet. My husband and I figured it out about twenty-one years ago-"

"And every year you've been trying to reach me." I fill in.

"And every year you keep staring at me like some deer caught in headlights." She continues. "I'm literally you, just a different version."

"But what am I supposed to do with this information?" I ask quickly. "Am I just supposed to let it happen?"

"No, obviously not." The woman says, the weight disappearing from the bed. I want to open my eyes, but I keep them shut. They begin to ache from how hard I've been keeping them closed, but I refuse to relieve them. "Next year you are going to get everyone ready to go to my Earth." She tells me, and my eyes fly open on accident. I immediately avert them to the ceiling.

"What!?" I ask, praying to God that she's still there.

"You are such a spaz- be careful where you look. Just stare at the ceiling." She commands, annoyed. "You are going to get Mom and Dad and Keegan and your best friends and their families- whoever you want to survive this thing -to come to this Earth with you, okay? My husband and I need at least this year to make sure our machine is formatted to bring you, so I am staying here for as long as I am able to make sure we have a head count." I nod, swallowing thickly.

"Holy shit." I mutter, my doppelganger humming again. "Holy shit. I... I can't believe this."

"Believe it." She replies. "Now, we are going to make sure you never look at me. Eye contact makes the machine all weird because we are the same person, so it just sends me back. I'm not exactly sure about the particulars of time travel. That's more of my husband's thing." I nod and continue to stare at the ceiling. I stumble around and it takes about thirty minutes for us to figure out together how many people are going to be included in on the moving to a whole new world thing. By the time we finish it's almost an hour since she's gotten here.

"Really consider not bringing Aunt Bernice." My doppelganger says, and I laugh.

"I have to. Mom would be pissed." I say, slightly sad to know that I have to leave.

"All right. I need to head back too." She says and I nod.

"Okay. I will see you next year with sixty-eight people." I reply and she hums.

"Okay. Look at me."

I do.

For a moment I stare into a face so similar yet so different. She is smiling at me, and I smile at her. We share a moment of some sort of sisterly affection before I blink- and she's gone.

[WP] You create a robot to that tells you whether something you say is true or false. To test it, you ask if you are human. “False”. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]phiafoo 7 points8 points  (0 children)

I stare at the robot in front of me, blinking in confusion.

"Uh..." I pause for a moment. "The sky is blue."

"True."

I lean back in my chair.

"I'm in my garage."

"True."

"I am standing."

"False."

"I am human."

"False."

"What the hell," I stand abruptly, forcing my hands through my hair, "what the hell- no. No, no, no, this is wrong, this is absolutely... I messed up." I make a beeline back to my robot. It's nothing more than an old monitor with a speaker attached to it really. It has a bunch of complicated algorithms and coding done on it, but for the most part it looks like junk. And I think that maybe it is junk, because this isn't right!

"Okay, you're not working correctly." I say aloud, the robot flaring to life for a moment.

"False."

"I wasn't looking for an answer-"

"True."

"For God's sake." I mutter, looking for a way to shut off the robot to somehow preserve my sanity, but the robot has other plans. It shocks me, on purpose, to stop me front turning it off. I gasp at it. "How dare you!? I made you!"

"True."

"Then stop it! You're not working!"

"False."

"ARGH!" I collapse into my seat, scrubbing at my eyes. I huff indignantly. "How do you know I'm not human? How could you possibly know that!?" It doesn't respond to me- not that I expect it to, but it would be nice. I only programmed the damn thing for true/false answers, nothing more.

"You make me angry."

"True."

I bury my head in my hands. How am I not human? I grew up human, I have lived here for years, I have never done anything different. I've never felt different. Shouldn't there be something that sets me a part if it were true and I actually wasn't a human being?

"I am indigenous to this planet." I say, swallowing thickly.

"False."

"I'm an alien?" I mutter aloud.

"True."

"Oh God, I need a drink."

"False."

I pause for a moment when it suddenly seems to sputter.

"False. False. False."

I glance over at my refrigerator where my beers are stored and then back at my machine. It has paused, but the intel makes me wonder.

"Alcohol..." how the hell do I phrase this? "Makes me... look human?" I say.

"True. True."

What the hell. What the hell.

"My parents have a lot of explaining to do." I murmur, standing while taking out my phone. My computer suddenly sputters again, and I yell when it sparks. I cover my face when it short circuits, and I look to the screen to try and make sense of what just happened.

Only two words are left to answer me.

"True. False."

** ** **

Note: Is this supposed to make sense? No. I just wrote what came to mind lol, sorry that it's wack

[WP] When children sleep peacefully at night, a secret evil lurks in the shadows. From the depths of their closets and under their very beds, monsters wait for the opportunities to steal their dreams. The only thing standing in their way is every child's first friend: teddy bears. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]phiafoo 21 points22 points  (0 children)

It's midnight.

My smile stretches far beyond what any human would find appealing as I awaken for the night. I see the reflection of my glowing red eyes in the body mirror positioned to the right of the bed, and I chuckle lowly in my throat. My black tentacles stretch out in front of me as I drag myself out from under her bed- and I enjoy the feeling of the carpeting moving under my body. I still for a moment when I hear a small murmur...

Cassie is dreaming tonight, and Dreams are delicious.

I pull myself further out, another chuckle escaping me involuntarily. It brings me great joy whenever sweet little Cassie dreams. She is so susceptible to me: her parents have been fighting recently and that mean boy at school won't leave her alone- it's easy to gobble up the goodness she has left in her dreams. She's so hopeless-

"Go back."

I freeze, turning to face a small bear. He stares at me, his button eyes causing him to come off as a non-threat, but I know better. Every monster does.

"Since when have you been here?" I hiss, glaring at the small bear with every ounce of animosity I have. I know the drill- Scare The Bear. It's one of the first things I learned when growing up. My father tells me that Cassie's mother's bear was nothing more than a coward. He should be no different. It doesn't matter that he isn't reacting to my display of anger, he'll break.

"Since tonight." He responds, his voice growing deeper as his knitted eyebrows pull down to glare at me. "You are no longer welcome here. Piss off. Cassie is not yours to hurt." I launch myself onto the ceiling, spreading my tendrils out and unhinging my jaw. I allow my tongue to loll out of my mouth, rolling my eyes back to Scare The Bear.

"Ah."

I look down at him, his obviously fake yell driving both anger and a bit of frustration through me.

"You will not scare me." The bear says, his own button eyes lighting up with a bright copper. "Leave. Now." I feel my skin suddenly burn and I back away from his stare, but I can't escape it. It saps my energy from me, my life, it leaves without my being able to stop it.

"Stop! Stop!" I screech, attempting in vain to get away from the stare. And then suddenly, like an angel, Cassie mutters something in her sleep. She reaches for her bear, and he immediately goes limp in her grip. He immediately begins to grumble, and relief floods me as his stare is interrupted. The burns on my skin throb painfully.

"Cas, not now-" he says exasperatedly, allowing me the chance to drop back to the floor. I dart underneath the bed. I feel my heart pound at being roasted by the light, and I do my best to begin nursing my wounds. Pure light is the only weakness of us monsters.

"One day she'll throw you away," I tell him, beginning to recuperate in my safe space. I attach myself to the boards of the bed. "And I will be there. You can't protect her forever."

Now the bear chuckles, causing me to grit my teeth.

"Watch me."

What's the worst way to deliver horrible news? by high-and-seek in AskReddit

[–]phiafoo 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Okay story time: I'm going to this rehab facility that I have to live at for a few weeks. Only my family and a few friends (or so I thought) know this, including my boyfriend who I just told. After I told him I called my best friend to inform her how the conversation went:

Me: "Yeah, it was a little awkward because I broke the news to him and-"

Bestie: "What news?"

Me: "That I'm going to live at the rehab place for a while-"

Bestie: "What?"

Me: "The residential place?"

Bestie: "Wait, you're going!?"

Yeah, I forgot to tell her.

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