Other Prompts With a Twist

[PandorasBox101]

Here's the deal. I'm going to pick one random prompt off of the inter-nettles to start this off, but then everyone who reads this is going to have to give me another prompt that I will them write, but I will add a twist to each one. Alright, let me find a prompt and this can begin.

First Prompt -- Eye Contact: Write about two people seeing each other for the first time.

...Okay...Here goes!

Katherine had lost her eyesight at the age of two and had been blind for nearly twenty-five years afterward. She remembered very vividly the day she woke up, opening her eyes to nothing. Katherine's eyesight had been getting increasingly worse, but being completely blind seemed to happen overnight. Life after that wasn't exactly hard, she'd just gotten used to her affliction. It was her normal way of life. Be that as it may, the worst part about it was never being able to see the faces of her loved ones. She's never once seen the face of her beloved friend Rachel, who she had met in her high school years. Somewhere along the way, Katherine had also gotten into a romantic relationship with a man named Clyde, of whom she'd also never seen. It was him who encouraged her to get the surgery after she had told him her story, even raising some of his own money to pay for it. At first she wasn't sure--she'd been blind for nearly her whole life, and it would take a long time to truly adjust to sight again. But it was Clyde's soft persuasion that finally urged her to go in for surgery. She remembered squeezing Clyde's hand tightly as they sat in the waiting room, feeling him give a comforting squeeze back.
The surgery had apparently been a success, but Katherine was told she could not remove the bandages over her healing eyes for a while. They stayed in the hospital for a few days while the doctors and nurses monitored her closely. At the end of the week after her surgery, the doctors said they would be removing the bandages. Slowly, she felt the bind being taken from her eyes and she slowly opened both of them. The light was bright and she blinked rapidly. It was then she saw a silhouette blocking out the light; Clyde. When everything cleared, his face came into view. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as emotion washed over her. Clyde smiled, tears already streaming down his face.
"Hello." Katherine chuckled softly. Clyde laughed as tears continued to fall down his cheeks. Suddenly, Katherine's eyes grew hands and they reached out and touched Clyde's eyes. As the eye-fingers pulled back, they brought with them Clyde's contacts. Clyde and Katherine turned to look at You and said, "Eye contact."
Canned Laughter

 

[dazzling]

Great job! I love this idea and might steal it later
Here's your next one, and I hope it's ok!

Second Prompt- You live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liar's body. The bigger the lie, the larger and deeper the mark. One day, you meet someone that has only one scar; It is the biggest one you've ever seen.

 

[PandorasBox101]

Great job! I love this idea and might steal it later
Here's your next one, and I hope it's ok!

Second Prompt- You live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liar's body. The bigger the lie, the larger and deeper the mark. One day, you meet someone that has only one scar; It is the biggest one you've ever seen.

Ohhh, looking forward to using this one!

 

[Windsock]

In a futuristic world where people are long gone and barely sentient robots are trying to rebuild, somebody finds a goddamn baby

 

[PandorasBox101]

Great job! I love this idea and might steal it later
Here's your next one, and I hope it's ok!

Second Prompt- You live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liar's body. The bigger the lie, the larger and deeper the mark. One day, you meet someone that has only one scar; It is the biggest one you've ever seen.

Here you go!

In all his years of living, Samuel had never seen a scar so big in his entire life. The man sitting across from Sam in the bar was shirtless, displaying multiple little/medium scars, just the same as everyone had. But even while he was working on the police force busting big-time criminals, he'd never encountered someone with a scar that stretched from the top of his head down his spine. It was as if someone had sliced him in half with a large chainsaw and sewed him back together.
Sam shook himself from his thoughts, noticing the large man had turned to stare back at him. Sam was further amazed when he noticed that the scar did not start at the top of his head, instead starting at the very tip of his nose. Sam looked away quickly, hurriedly taking a sip of his drink and hoping that he looked away quick enough; the man was large and Sam was rather lanky, if a brawl broke out he had no chance of winning, even if he was a retired cop--physical combat was never his thing. From the corner of his eye, Sam noticed the man getting up from his seat and walking over to him.
Shit, Sam thought, Here we go. The seat beside Sam creaked as the large man sat down, his eyes like daggers in Sam's back. Sam pretended not to pay any mind, taking another sip of his drink and trying to steady his shaking hand. The man kept staring. Samuel eventually turned towards the man and stared back at him, trying his best at an intimidating look.
"Look, man, I don't want any trouble. I didn't mean to stare at you, I'm sure you get it all the time, just let me buy you a drink or something and we'll forget about the whole thing." The large man held up his hands in a non-threatening gesture.
"Not looking for any trouble. I don't have a ride home so it wouldn't be a good idea for me to drink any more than I already have." He leaned towards Sam and muttered, "A lot of people can't help but stare at it." Sam noted at the man's light Russian accent. The man stuck out his hand, covered in hundreds of tiny scars. Sam grabbed the man's hand firmly with his own, lightly scarred hand and shook the man's hand heartily.
"The name is Nathan Sokolov. Yours?" Nathan released Sam's hand and Sam retrieved his drink.
"Samuel Miller," Sam said, taking a sip of his drink. He set the glass down lightly on the counter. "So, where are you from?" he asked, hoping small talk would dispel some of the awkwardness of the meeting. Nathan, also feeling a bit of the awkwardness, motioned for the bartender, deciding instead to order a less alcoholic drink. He hastily took a sip before answering.
"Born in Russia, my parents moved to Pennsylvania when I was 7." Sam nodded.
"I was born and raised here; I've lived here for the entire 47 years of my life. I used to be one of the top police officers in the county, actually." Nathan raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, a retired cop. Funny enough, I wanted to study law enforcement when I was in high school, but I ended up getting my bachelor's in engineering." Sam watched Nathan take another sip of his drink. He stared once again at the large scar that stretched from his the tip of his nose down his back. He couldn't contain himself.
"Excuse me for asking, but what did you say to get that scar?" Nathan choked slightly on his drink, coughing into his arm as he hurriedly placed his glass down. Sam watched Nathan as his cough calmed. Nathan wiped the tears from his face and looked intently at Sam. Sam continued;
"Sorry about that, it's just--like I said--I worked in law enforcement for a while and while I've seen some pretty bad lies, I've never seen one as large as yours. It's not my place to ask, but what did you say to get it?" Nathan paused, staring blankly ahead.
"So, it's really that big, huh?" he asked in a solemn voice.
"Yes, it's the biggest I've ever seen. It's huge!" Nathan stared into his glass, studying its contents. He turned to look at Sam.
"You really want to know?" he asked in a pained voice. Sam should have said no, but curiosity got the best of him.
"Yes." Nathan looked around to see if anyone was close to them. He leaned in towards Sam's ear.
"I told my mum I wasn't watching porn."

 

[dazzling]

Here you go!

In all his years of living, Samuel had never seen a scar so big in his entire life. The man sitting across from Sam in the bar was shirtless, displaying multiple little/medium scars, just the same as everyone had. But even while he was working on the police force busting big-time criminals, he'd never encountered someone with a scar that stretched from the top of his head down his spine. It was as if someone had sliced him in half with a large chainsaw and sewed him back together.
Sam shook himself from his thoughts, noticing the large man had turned to stare back at him. Sam was further amazed when he noticed that the scar did not start at the top of his head, instead starting at the very tip of his nose. Sam looked away quickly, hurriedly taking a sip of his drink and hoping that he looked away quick enough; the man was large and Sam was rather lanky, if a brawl broke out he had no chance of winning, even if he was a retired cop--physical combat was never his thing. From the corner of his eye, Sam noticed the man getting up from his seat and walking over to him.
Shit, Sam thought, Here we go. The seat beside Sam creaked as the large man sat down, his eyes like daggers in Sam's back. Sam pretended not to pay any mind, taking another sip of his drink and trying to steady his shaking hand. The man kept staring. Samuel eventually turned towards the man and stared back at him, trying his best at an intimidating look.
"Look, man, I don't want any trouble. I didn't mean to stare at you, I'm sure you get it all the time, just let me buy you a drink or something and we'll forget about the whole thing." The large man held up his hands in a non-threatening gesture.
"Not looking for any trouble. I don't have a ride home so it wouldn't be a good idea for me to drink any more than I already have." He leaned towards Sam and muttered, "A lot of people can't help but stare at it." Sam noted at the man's light Russian accent. The man stuck out his hand, covered in hundreds of tiny scars. Sam grabbed the man's hand firmly with his own, lightly scarred hand and shook the man's hand heartily.
"The name is Nathan Sokolov. Yours?" Nathan released Sam's hand and Sam retrieved his drink.
"Samuel Miller," Sam said, taking a sip of his drink. He set the glass down lightly on the counter. "So, where are you from?" he asked, hoping small talk would dispel some of the awkwardness of the meeting. Nathan, also feeling a bit of the awkwardness, motioned for the bartender, deciding instead to order a less alcoholic drink. He hastily took a sip before answering.
"Born in Russia, my parents moved to Pennsylvania when I was 7." Sam nodded.
"I was born and raised here; I've lived here for the entire 47 years of my life. I used to be one of the top police officers in the county, actually." Nathan raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, a retired cop. Funny enough, I wanted to study law enforcement when I was in high school, but I ended up getting my bachelor's in engineering." Sam watched Nathan take another sip of his drink. He stared once again at the large scar that stretched from his the tip of his nose down his back. He couldn't contain himself.
"Excuse me for asking, but what did you say to get that scar?" Nathan choked slightly on his drink, coughing into his arm as he hurriedly placed his glass down. Sam watched Nathan as his cough calmed. Nathan wiped the tears from his face and looked intently at Sam. Sam continued;
"Sorry about that, it's just--like I said--I worked in law enforcement for a while and while I've seen some pretty bad lies, I've never seen one as large as yours. It's not my place to ask, but what did you say to get it?" Nathan paused, staring blankly ahead.
"So, it's really that big, huh?" he asked in a solemn voice.
"Yes, it's the biggest I've ever seen. It's huge!" Nathan stared into his glass, studying its contents. He turned to look at Sam.
"You really want to know?" he asked in a pained voice. Sam should have said no, but curiosity got the best of him.
"Yes." Nathan looked around to see if anyone was close to them. He leaned in towards Sam's ear.
"I told my mum I wasn't watching porn."

HAHAHAHA OMG YES AMAZING

 

[adrian_]

Fourth Prompt - There's been a black box in the road outside your home for three weeks. Everyone avoids it.

 

[PandorasBox101]

In a futuristic world where people are long gone and barely sentient robots are trying to rebuild, somebody finds a goddamn baby

And, the third one begins...

After the nuclear fallout of WWIII had obliterated all of the human race in the year 2059, a small team of self-learning robots was left behind to clean up the mess and rebuild the ruins left by humanity. Each robot had been specifically manufactured for the job, but each had also been implanted with a perfectly crafted artificial human brain, the only difference being theirs were virtually indestructible.
Even though it had been over 100 years since the last humans were seen, the robots still had yet to learn much, their only true purpose being to sanitize and reconstruct the world. While most of the robots had managed to learn a wide range of vocabulary and were able to speak to one another without a problem, it was rarely done so. There is not much to talk about when you are all doing the same activity.
It was one particular day when two robots--MN-0005 and MN-0009--were busying themselves by tearing down a particularly damaged building, when they heard a most unexpected noise. the building began to fall, making a loud creaking noise as metal beam slid against metal beam, but as the plant-infested building came in contact with the ground, MN-0005's artificial hearing organ picked up a strange noise they had never heard before but recognized in their vocabulary as a "scream". Hurriedly, it's cears started turning and it rolled quickly towards the noise, which had died down as suddenly as it had been emitted. As the dust from the building cleared, there was another noise heard; a faint sort of crying coming from under a pile of rubble.
With curiosity bubbling, the robot extended one of its hands and lifted the rubble from the ground. Underneath, it found the body of a human woman, her back bent grotesquely out of shape, her head was missing and in its place was a sharp metal edge. The crying seemed to be coming from underneath the bleeding corpse, and so 0005 pushed over the body to see what was below. As the body rolled over, the robot caught sight of an even smaller body, but this one was perfectly alive, screaming with all its might.
It was a human baby.
0005 stood for a moment, staring at the tiny creature at its wheels, before turning around to call out for its colleagues.
"Comrades, I have discovered a most interesting creature." With haste, all the robots drove to have a look at the newfound animal. 0005 stretched out its hand and picked up the baby, turning around and showing it to its brethren. The other robots all looked in curiosity.
"How do we feed it?" A robot shouted from the back of the crowd.
Suddenly, the robots had found a new purpose in life; to build the first functioning robotic pair of tits.

 

[dazzling]

And, the third one begins...

After the nuclear fallout of WWIII had obliterated all of the human race in the year 2059, a small team of self-learning robots was left behind to clean up the mess and rebuild the ruins left by humanity. Each robot had been specifically manufactured for the job, but each had also been implanted with a perfectly crafted artificial human brain, the only difference being theirs were virtually indestructible.
Even though it had been over 100 years since the last humans were seen, the robots still had yet to learn much, their only true purpose being to sanitize and reconstruct the world. While most of the robots had managed to learn a wide range of vocabulary and were able to speak to one another without a problem, it was rarely done so. There is not much to talk about when you are all doing the same activity.
It was one particular day when two robots--MN-0005 and MN-0009--were busying themselves by tearing down a particularly damaged building, when they heard a most unexpected noise. the building began to fall, making a loud creaking noise as metal beam slid against metal beam, but as the plant-infested building came in contact with the ground, MN-0005's artificial hearing organ picked up a strange noise they had never heard before but recognized in their vocabulary as a "scream". Hurriedly, it's cears started turning and it rolled quickly towards the noise, which had died down as suddenly as it had been emitted. As the dust from the building cleared, there was another noise heard; a faint sort of crying coming from under a pile of rubble.
With curiosity bubbling, the robot extended one of its hands and lifted the rubble from the ground. Underneath, it found the body of a human woman, her back bent grotesquely out of shape, her head was missing and in its place was a sharp metal edge. The crying seemed to be coming from underneath the bleeding corpse, and so 0005 pushed over the body to see what was below. As the body rolled over, the robot caught sight of an even smaller body, but this one was perfectly alive, screaming with all its might.
It was a human baby.
0005 stood for a moment, staring at the tiny creature at its wheels, before turning around to call out for its colleagues.
"Comrades, I have discovered a most interesting creature." With haste, all the robots drove to have a look at the newfound animal. 0005 stretched out its hand and picked up the baby, turning around and showing it to its brethren. The other robots all looked in curiosity.
"How do we feed it?" A robot shouted from the back of the crowd.
Suddenly, the robots had found a new purpose in life; to build the first functioning robotic pair of tits.

oh no

 

[PandorasBox101]

Fourth Prompt - There's been a black box in the road outside your home for three weeks. Everyone avoids it.

A'ight, I got this!

I don't know how it got there, I just woke up one morning to find it laying only a few feet away from my doorstep; a black box. At first, I considered moving it, but is was like there was a strange force that repelled me whenever I came within one foot of distance from it. After trying to figure out what to do with it, I eventually walked back inside my house and showered for work. As I was leaving, I took the back door--something I never do--and walked all the way around to the front to get to my car. The black box was blocking my path, and I had no intentions of going anywhere near it.
Fast forward to a couple days later. The black box is still there, like I said I have no intention of going near it. It was me and my girlfriend's two year anniversary and I had planned to help her move her belongings into my house, as we had finally decided to start living together. The plan was she and her father would load what they could into her van and she would drive by to drop it off. Fortunately, everything she had wanted/needed just fit and she did not have to go back for another trip. She arrived around 1:00 PM and parked her car at my garage. I smiled and waved at her, and she returned the gesture. As she came to my doorstep I watched the smile fall from her face as she saw the black box sitting right in front of the stair case. Without hesitation, she moved away from it and walked around to my back door. She walked inside and regarded me with a curious expression.
"Marvin, what it that weird black box near your stairs?" I shrugged.
"I don't know, it's been there for a while. Probably something some kids put down to prank me or something."
"Why haven't you tried to remove it?" she seemed slightly frustrated as she spoke.
"I don't know, it's weird. I can't go near it."
"Why not?" I felt uncomfortable and a bit silly telling her the reason why, but I was never good at excuses.
"Because I physically cannot go near it. It's not that I don't want to, it's like my body doesn't want me to." Her initial reaction was of surprise.
"You felt that, too?" she said softly, a hint of concern raising in her voice. Suddenly, we heard it; a loud, raspy and almost childish laugh from outside. I ran to the front door and looked outside, noticing the black box was missing. I began to panic when I saw the shadow of a large man rushing around to the other side of my house. My girlfriend had run to me for comfort, and we both held each other as we heard the man yell something loudly towards our house;
"Maggots!"
There was a strange hissing sound and for a split second everything seemed to go in slow motion. All I saw was bright light, my ears rang loudly, and my body felt immense heat all over. When I finally regained my senses, I was buried under what used to be my house. The rubble that sat on top of me was burning brightly, and I made quick work of pushing it off. As I threw the fiery remains off of my body, I found my girlfriend, unconscious and with serious burns on the side of her face and on her arms. I picked her up and looked ahead of me just in time to see him, the man, laughing hysterically, the black box resting over his shoulder.
"Godspeed, you magnificent bastard." he said before starting a conga line away from the house. I watched him conga away as the sirens got louder.
I should have moved that goddamn black box.

 

[PandorasBox101]

Note to Self: Write down your ideas so you don't forget what the fuck you're writing.

 

[dazzling]

Note to Self: Write down your ideas so you don't forget what the fuck you're writing.

Learned that one the hard way

 

[Windsock]

Robot boobs?
Goddammit