The more people that hate you, the further down in hell you go when you die. And the more people that love you, the higher in heaven you can go. You have died and are… surpised to say the least.
“Oh hi Satan.”
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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The more people that hate you, the further down in hell you go when you die. And the more people that love you, the higher in heaven you can go. You have died and are… surpised to say the least.
“Oh hi Satan.”
You travel back in time to the year 1910 to kill Adolf Hitler when he is still a struggling artist. However, you are stopped by three men. “Let us try something first.” The first man is Bob Ross who want to show him how to paint. The second is Steve Irwin who wants to impart his love for all living creatures, and the third is Mr. Rogers who wants to teach him kindness.
“I’m sorry fellas.”
I raised the gun slowly and deliberately and pulled the trigger. Hitler’s lifeless body slid to the floor.
“Crikey,” Steve whispered, stunned.
Bob Ross was silent as Fred removed the gun from my hand.
“Was that the right thing to do, sir?” I asked solemnly.
Mr Rogers bowed his head. “Why do you think we came here, young man?”
“To change him, right? To make him into a human being. To alter the course of his life, stop what is meant to happen.”
All three men turned to leave. “Believe what you will, mate.” Steve called over his shoulder.
They paused at the door. Three guns dropped to the floor. Mr Rogers turned, and tossed my own to my feet.
“The right thing, my friend, often seems to be wrong. It isn’t until we see the consequences of our actions that we realize; sometimes what seemed right was wrong and what seemed wrong...was right.”
Depending on where you sit on a train you can either see into the future or into the past.
For as long as I could remember, Carriage 3 and Carriage 2 had been closed. Every morning on my commute to work, no matter how packed the train was, those two carriages were completely empty. I’d always wondered why they weren’t accessible, but no-one knew the real reason.
Some said they were cursed. Others said the two carriages were no longer safe, but this still raised the question as to why they were still a part of the train every single day.
Hundreds of people had tried to get in, to no avail. The doors wouldn’t budge and security guards would arrest anyone who went near them. It was useless.
Many people had accepted the fact. I had almost given up hope, realizing I’d probably never know why and that I should just forget about it. That was, until yesterday morning.
An elderly man stood on the platform next to me, a short cane in his hand giving a slight arch to his back. We caught each others eye in the reflection of the windows of Carriage 3. He winked and walked toward the now halted train. I made my usual beeline for Carriage 4, but not before I noticed the old man hobbling for Carriage 3. Incredibly, the doors rolled open smoothly, and the old man shuffled in. No one stopped him, indeed, no one seemed to notice.
“Room for one more, I think.” I heard him say. I wasn’t sure if he was addressing me, as he was staring off into space as he said it, but I didn’t hesitate to join him.
My legs trembled as I stepped off the platform into the almost empty car. The old man had taken a seat, beckoning me to sit next to him.
“No one can see us,” he began. “I’ve been standing on that platform for 20 years, right next to you, every morning.”
I startled. “So, you’ve been using this carriage every one of those days?”
He nodded. “In case you haven’t already realized, it’s a magical carriage. Well not magical, but dimensional. We’re in the future.”
My jaw dropped. “Bullshit.”
“Real shit.” The old man laughed.
The train slowly rolled forward.
“So why did you call me here?”
The old man frowned. “You’ll see.”
The train picked up speed, and I glanced around questioningly. A sudden boom rocked the carriage. The train began to feel weightless and then suddenly it lurched violently. I glanced back into Carriage 4, where I should’ve been sitting. It was careening into the air, scraping against the roof of the subway. It smashed back into the ground and clung lamely to the back of our carriage, being dragged lifelessly down the track.
“Carriage 5 was just bombed.” The old man said matter-of-factly.
“What?! You knew this was going to happen!” I screamed. “All those people are dead or dying!”
The old man stood and rested a hand on my shoulder. “Need I remind you, young man, that we are in the future. What you just witnessed is an event to come.”
I sighed. “Oh. How long have you seen this coming?”
The man shrugged. “A year or so now. I just don’t know what to do.”
“When’s this supposed to actually happen?” I whispered hoarsely.
“Tomorrow. Tomorrow!” He agonized, burying his head in his hands. “What do we do?”
The train came to a stop. I stared out of the window. Carriage 4 still lay on its side, somehow having managed to hang on to the rest of the train the whole way to the station. People on the platform rushed to help the wounded. Some cried and others stood aghast. I turned my face away.
Suddenly, the doors to our car opened and the true scene was brought to my attention. Everyone went about their lives, hurrying off to work. None of them even remotely aware that nearly half of them would be dead by this time tomorrow.
“What can we do?” I asked.
“I fear that if I do something to prevent this disaster, I’ll end up causing it. Does the future account for those who try to change it? Maybe this whole ordeal will be as a result of me trying to stop it.”
I shook uncontrollably. It was that feeling of having something so huge placed in your hands, but not knowing what to do. Or rather, that whatever you did do, it would still go decidedly one way.
“Well, I guess you’ve got to go to work now.” Sighed the old man. “Now you know what’s in Carriage 3.”
Aliens are threatening to destroy Earth, but first they want to take 500 of the finest human specimens back to their home planet. People rush to beauty parlors and line up for botox surgery. Everyone hopes that they are beautiful enough to be selected. However, when the aliens finally come to choose, it becomes clear that they have a very different idea of beauty
Me: "Take me! Take me!"
Aliens: "No, you're ugly."
Milk is outlawed by the government. If you’re caught with milk, you go to prison. Even babies have a close watch over their milk consumption. You are a milk addict, and always find a way to get your daily dose. You woke up this morning, and that’s when you discovered the reason they outlawed milk.
You wake up a superhero.
You are
MILKMAN
This is the Alien King speaking. After a long fight with Prompt Guy I finally won. Dead to creativity. All prompts will be terminated.
Delete all prompts on Instagram
Delete all prompts on Tumblr
Explain how you fell out of love
Can't fall out of something you haven't fallen into
I have three important questions:
1) Is there anyone here who is very knowledgable on copyright law? 2) Is there anyone who knows a lot about environmental law? 3) What is a good book with positive vibes?
^Thank you, amigo! But what I am mostly concerned about are the following: 1) What if the prompt submissioner took the prompt from another copyrighted source? 2) What happens if the above holds true but the submissioner paraphrased it? 3) If the book suggest to leave prompts on bus seats etc, can I be sued for encouraging ‘littering’? If such a suggestion is not mentioned in the book, but people still use it in that way, am I accountable? Is McDonalds accountable for people throwing their stuff on the ground?
As a general law for Question 1, we’re going to assume that the prompt is stolen.
If you, Prompt Guy, are not made aware of the fact that the prompt is not original and is in fact stolen, you aren’t liable (for the same reason that you wouldn’t be liable for unwittingly purchasing stolen goods). However, it is probably a good idea to confirm with all the people who submit a prompt that they came up with the work originally and did not steal it. If they confirm to you that it is their own original prompt, as far as Prompt Guy is concerned, it’s all legit. Any copyright problems should be referred to the prompt author and not the person who published it.
This answers Question 2 to some end as well; if the prompt is stolen and paraphrased, then it is up to the author to deal with any kind of copyright strikes. Again, probably good to confirm with people that their idea is their own and not someone else’s, even if it’s paraphrased.
And if you’re ever in doubt and cannot confirm whether the prompt is original or not, just put it on hold, or don’t use it altogether.
I have three important questions:
1) Is there anyone here who is very knowledgable on copyright law? 2) Is there anyone who knows a lot about environmental law? 3) What is a good book with positive vibes?
Amigos, about the book, there should be enough space for writing a story. That means there is going to be space on the front and back for one prompt (unless we go for A4, but let’s be honest, that’s BIG). So, if we go for A5 and do 365 prompts..the book is going to be very thick, compromising functionality. If you amigos think, one A5 page in enough, then there is the problem that another prompt is on the back, and you might not want to tear out the page.
So, what do we do? Do we lower the amount of prompts. Or should the book include a section where there are lots of prompts on one page, and that there are prompts in the book that ask you to choose a prompt from that section? Any other ideas?
How about a 150-200 page book, with a prompt on one side of each page and lines on the back to respond? And then people can leave the prompt and their response in a public place, like on the train, in their class or at a bus stop for other people to read. Alternatively, people can just write their responses and keep them to themselves. I think the possibilities with that are endless because it gives the writer a chance to anonymously put their writing out there as well as share the prompts with others in a community outside of the internet.
Hey amigos, are you still interested in a page-a-day prompt calendar or the Book of Prompts?
What is it? I mean, yes, but what is it?
Honestly, I have no idea. If we do the Book of Prompts, do we want one prompt a page so there is room to write stories, or do we want a massive collection of prompts? Or something like Wreck This Journal but with prompts?
Yes! But are we going to buy a calendar for 2019 in April? Because this project definitely needs to be crowdfunded and it would take a few months to have everything ready
maybe don’t make it a calendar. Just make it like a 365 prompts in 365 days Book of Prompts and you can either choose to do it daily or at your own pace if you prefer
Genius! And then we combine it with the Prompt This Journal Idea!
This is a cool idea! How exactly do you plan to combine the two concepts of Wreck This Journal and Writing Prompts?
Imagine: Prompt + Tear out this page, and leave it in a public place, for example, a bus seat, for someone else to find!
YES! THIS IS AN AWESOME IDEA, MAKE IT HAPPEN!
Hey amigos, are you still interested in a page-a-day prompt calendar or the Book of Prompts?
What is it? I mean, yes, but what is it?
Honestly, I have no idea. If we do the Book of Prompts, do we want one prompt a page so there is room to write stories, or do we want a massive collection of prompts? Or something like Wreck This Journal but with prompts?
Yes! But are we going to buy a calendar for 2019 in April? Because this project definitely needs to be crowdfunded and it would take a few months to have everything ready
maybe don’t make it a calendar. Just make it like a 365 prompts in 365 days Book of Prompts and you can either choose to do it daily or at your own pace if you prefer
Genius! And then we combine it with the Prompt This Journal Idea!
This is a cool idea! How exactly do you plan to combine the two concepts of Wreck This Journal and Writing Prompts?
How many people do you think don’t have the word “vocabulary” in their vocabulary?
Can a musician be denoted?
Can a tailor be defrocked?
Can a model be deposed?
Can an electrician be defused?
Can a traffic cop be defined?
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Don't think I don't see what you're doing with your logo. I'm watching. If you spin the pen one more time, you'll regret it. I'm not kidding.
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What you gonna do now?
Ohmygod the ritual has begun
*Interstellar theme plays*
TARS: Prompt Guy, there’s no point using our fuel to-
Prompt Guy: Analyse the pen’s spin
Me: Amigo, what are you doing?
*music intensifies*
Prompt Guy: Writing.
Random Fact #666
All praying Mantis’ face towards Mecca whenever they “pray”