Other Give me prompts to write about.

[Wake]

I'm bored as all hell. Tell me something to write about or give me some kind of challenge. I'll put together something, no matter what, and then @ it to you in this thread.
Help me please
Edit: I'm going in order and some of them are going to be longer than others (and some are gonna be really long apparently), so sorry if it takes a while to get to yours.

 

[Imperator]

Here is a challenge write a story aboutmy avatar

 

[Shannon Trevor]

 

[Wake]

Imperator I have no idea who that is but I'll try.
The man disapproved. He disapproved of everything. He hadn't laughed since his twin brother died horribly, maimed by a train on their 12th birthday. He was in the splash zone. It was quite funny. Even now, the memory tickled some portion of his brain and almost brought some form of joy to him, yet glancing at anything quickly quelled that feeling. Indeed, he had nothing left inside of him save scorn and judgement. Recognizing that perhaps his disposition made him into something that could barely be qualified as a human, something without depth-- little more than an image-- he felt, for the sake of his reputation, he must find something new. With newfound stern determination, he resolved to seek emotion. He'd heard somewhere that there were three base human desires, to eat, to sleep, and to fuck. The first two he had in spades, he wouldn't be here today if he didn't, yet he'd never tried the third. Despite everything, he still physically was a human and disapproving old lech has more depth than a disapproving old man, after all. Thus, he entered the local strip club, hoping to uncover his inner creep. Surrounded by the bright flickering lights, vivid pink walls and nude women dancing on platforms. He felt nothing from it, absolutely nothing save his constant, immutable, perpetual, endless disapproval. He disapproved of every single person in the building and those who weren't, he disapproved of the interior design, he disapproved of every single molecule in the present space; and so he left, and so nothing was accomplished.

(That was awful wow!)

 

[Imperator]

Wake That is amazing! Leep up the good work!

 

[Simon_Hawk]

Wake Twitch stared in amazement as Tuka raced around like poultry that had it’s head removed. She was rooting through closets, opening drawers, and tearing through cupboards. All the while a pile of what appeared to be old adventuring gear grew on the floor.

“What in the nine hells are you doing?” Twitch questioned.

Tuka stopped and like a compass pointing to it’s pole she stated.

“To the North, across the great shield wall. Someone needs me.”

Twitch rubbed at his temples. “Ah shite. Here we go.”

 

[Kazig]

A group of students choose to buy time to study for an impending exam by staging their own kidnapping

 

[Permanent Exhaustion]

I’d love to see what you make about this Tumblr thing.

 

[doneanddusted]

 

[XionKuriyama]

Telepathic lesbians.

 

[Simon_Hawk]

A six passenger spaghetti powered tennis shoe grinder.

 

[Wake]

The hot summer days stretched for short eternities, uninterrupted by any sort of event; stagnant. Each day blended into the next with the only difference between each being the numbers on the calendar. Only the night gave respite from the sweltering summer sun, and what a respite it was. If any positive could come from the utter solitude of the country house, the starry night sky would most certainly be it. Free of city smog and light pollution, the light of each star could be seen, each like a brushstroke to a painting, together making a singular, stunning image. Margot had a particular interest in them. She spent sometimes hours gazing upon them from the window of her bedroom or laying on the soft grassy bed of the backyard. "Spacehead", her younger brother, Jamie, often called her. He'd quickly grown bored of this little glimpse into infinity and instead spent his time practicing his marksmanship on the gophers in the field with his fathers old Colt, an act he referred to as "shootin' varmints". He could only kill things in the afternoon, however, since in the mornings the gunfire would disturb Margot's beauty sleep and in the evenings the gophers were difficult to spot. To melt away the tedium of the mornings, Jamie drove.
Oh did he drive.
Most mornings he took his dad's convertible down the long country road to the town over half an hour's drive away. Although he could hardly see above the steering wheel, he sped and swerved through the road between fields of corn and wheat, kicking up dust and pebbles as he flew by. Jamie was indeed aware his actions were not only highly illegal but would be frowned upon by most sane people, but luckily the town was populated by the type of freakish hicks that proudly pat him on the back when they find out he murders small animals for amusement. Anyway, someone had to go to town, they'd starve otherwise. There's no way Margot would do that, she did nothing save zone out into space and sleep and they'd heard absolutely nothing from their father since he'd returned to the city for something or other, leaving Jamie the only competent person in the household.
The instant he arrived into town, Jamie put on his dad's old cowboy hat and hitched his thumbs in the belt-loops of his jeans. He walked with a wide, swaggering gait like the locals. He tipped his hat to some of the people he'd come to know in the time he'd lived there. This afternoon, he'd set out to visit the general store where crackers and ammunition were sold on the same shelf. Most of what he'd been eating came from this shop, along with the produce the townspeople would give him out of their good old-fashioned southern generosity.
"Howdy." The boy said to the shopkeeper.
"Fine afternoon ain't it, son?" The man spoke in a slow, warm drawl, "What're ya in for?"
"I'm lookin' to shoot some more varmints." Jamie said, trying to speak in the same way-- though poorly-- as the townspeople he'd come to like and respect.
"I recon your shootin' arm is comin' on mighty fine." The shopkeeper spat a wad of tobacco.
"Yeah! I'm startin' to get real good." Jamie put a small case of shells on the counter.
"There's one of them meteor showers tonight. You best tell that stargazin' sister of yours. The people 'round these parts ain't really interested in that sort of thing, they get paranoid real easy, so y'all gotta be the ones to enjoy it in our stead."
"I'll tell her." Jamie replied, putting a ten dollar note on the counter, "I should probably get goin' before she wakes up."
"So long, city slicker." The shopkeep waved to him as he left.
By the time Jamie arrived home, it was already late in the afternoon. Margot still slept, draped over the side of the bed with a pale complexion and completely still, almost corpse-like. Although she'd usually awaken on her own, it took until the evening for her to seem properly awake. Today, however, Jamie had to shake her pretty vigorously for her to wake up. She groaned, sluggishly righting herself.
"Dude, you really need to stop sleeping all the time, it's weird."
"I had a dream of dad last night." Margot said lethargically.
"Don't say that, it makes us sound pathetic. We're not like, orphans or something." She didn't seem particularly reactive. Jamie sighed, putting his hands in his jean pockets, "Whatever... I'll go make food for when you're sober."
He made spaghetti.
By the time she came downstairs dusk had broke and the noodles were al dente.
"Spaghetti western as usual, huh?" She yawned.
"You'd best be happy with it, 'cause I don't know how to make anything else." He slipped into his southern drawl.
"Maybe I should make dinner once in a while."
"If you can drag yourself outta bed, then sure." Jamie mumbled with a shrug, "Anyway, it's good practice for when I have to make spaghetti every day for my kids when I grow up." He dumped a couple of bowls of pasta in front of her and himself. "By the way, there's a meteor shower tonight so I'll stay up with you to watch it."
"Oh, is there? How'd you know?"
"I know things." Margot still hadn't quite wizened to his daily excursions, partially due to the sleepy haze she lived in, and somehow believed him.
Night fell as they finished their dinner and washed up. The last strains of the sunset sunk over the horizon; shades of blue and red eventually faded into the star-studded black sky. Margot and Jamie left for the wide-open field behind the house, with their jackets in hand for even in the dead of summer, the country nights were surprisingly cold. Somehow the the chill seemed to make the sky seem even sharper and clearer. Soon, it looked like the stars were falling from the sky one by one. As he soaked in the majesty of the night sky, somewhere deep in his soul Jamie longed to kill more rodents.
One of the meteors shined brighter than the rest, shockingly bright. For a second, the sky was illuminated like daylight, even brighter. Margot shielded her eyes and Jamie felt his corneas burn as he watched it fall. It made contact with the earth like a bomb with a deafening bang and the ground trembled like an earthquake. Jamie instantly shot up to look over the field. Near the horizon, a crater smoldered in fiery red and small sparks fluttered upward on the hazy orange smoke.
"Dude! One landed!" Jamie cried, casting off his jacket and beginning to run off as fast as his legs could take it.
"Where are you going?!" Margot called after him, but by that time he'd gone out of earshot. When Jamie reached the crater he rested, hunched over, bracing himself on his legs, and panted as he observed the crater from a distance for it was still too hot to approach. The meteor itself appeared abnormal, strangely spherical in a way. Mesmerized by the glowing, shifting, red-hot colors and the dirt that surrounded the hunk of rock as it solidified after being rendered fluid by the heat and pressure of the rock. When the thing seemed to cool sufficiently a hatch on the side opened with a curtain of opaque steam emanating from the inside. Jamie scuttled back through the gravely dirt the rock kicked up, surprised by the movement of the seemingly inanimate rock. A bluish artificial light illuminated the smoky steam. A figure in silhouette by the bright light emerged from the pod, humanoid in form but massive in stature. The texture of it's flesh was something entirely inhuman, seeming rough and packed tightly with small, scaly, lumps almost like the skin of a toad. It had three long, thick appendages at the end of each arm where a human's hand would be and it's face, if one could call it that, had little features, only something vaguely resembling a nose and two large, black circles where his eyes would've been. It's entire body appeared a sickly green color.
Shocked, Jamie stood and bolted back toward the house as fast as his legs could carry him, lungs burning as he gasped for air. When he arrived, Margot had fallen asleep on the ground.
"Dude, how could you fall asleep at a time like this?" He gasped, kneeling next to her. He began to shake her, trying to rouse her from her slumber to no avail. "Come on, dude, wake up!" He groaned. Even slapping her on the face and pinching her on the cheeks but she still wouldn't stir, so Jamie tried to lift then drag her away. Alas, his 12 year old arms were far too weak. "Alright," he sighed, "just stay here, I'll come get you." As he ran into the house, his dad's old rifle which he left leaning on the wall caught his eye. He took it hastily and grabbed the car keys and drove behind the house. Margot was gone. The creature moved with surprising speed and finesse for it's size. The thing had taken her and sprinted across the field. Jamie revved the gas and tore across the pasture over the ground made uneven by the holes of the prairie dogs, gradually gaining on the sprinting alien. He began to hear a strange buzzing noise over the loud purr of his engine. The strange buzz grew in volume until it was almost deafening, yet Jamie drove on. With a stray upward glance, he saw a silver disc appear with a shimmer like oil and water. The creature stopped moving and stood in the road, illuminated by a spotlight projected by the flying disc. The UFO. Margot dangled limp in it's arms, pale like the dead. Jamie skidded the car, swerving it off of the pasture to the road. He quickly loaded the shotgun with the rounds he brought earlier and leapt from the convertible. Gun in hand, Jamie stood firmly on the ground.
"Time to shoot me a no good dirty varmint." He took aim and...
Tableau.

Shannon Trevor you wanted a full fuckin novel right? Too bad you got one.

 

[Shannon Trevor]

Wake

I did not

Very interesting adaption. I never considered the girl could be the sister of the boy because of her apparent age and expensive watch.

 

[ShadowHounder]

How's a Demon Beast living among human's whilst trying to avoid discovery by the knights of the kingdom... and trying to temper his insatiable hungry for living flesh, sound to ya?