Stories tagged “doom”
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Jim and Jenny
“I am not a liar!” he yelled, feigning incredulity. “Then explain this,” she said, putting her hand in her pocket. “What? Explain WHAT?!” Jim said. “I told you, HONEY, I would never lie to you.” “&#...
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Eight Legs, One Demand
“Humans! This is your only warning. We, the Arachnid Nation, declare our sovereignty and will to be given the respect we deserve!” The spider said, it’s multifaceted eyes sparkling. It’s visage was being displayed in a secret ro...
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Outrage!
“Evacuate Earth? That’s absurd! Where would we go?” “I hear Mars is nice this time of year.” The giant spider replied, then the screen went black. Chaos erupted around the table, everyone speaking at once: “What are ...
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Everything's Gone!
“Welcome to Everything’s Gone! the gameshow that was burgled one hour before going on air! To delight and entertain our now-captive studio audience we’ve locked all the doors and will be asking probing and embarrassing questions of ou...
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Twitter ficly
“Time flies when you lie, like a butterfly doomed in a spider’s web,” he said. “Avoid the strands of fate and line your bed with truth.”
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Accidents in the Workplace
Turner knew as soon as the word slipped out of his mouth that this wouldn’t end well. “Bollocks” was a generally accepted indication that things were going to get really bad really, really quickly. Another good indicator was the Engin...
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No Protection For That
“Je t’oublierai.” “Que.” “My turn to teach, yours to learn.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means, well, what’s given can’t always be taken back.” “I donR...
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Devil Seed by Candlemass
I woke up and my throat wasn’t there anymore, just some leather straps. With my vocal cords gone no use to scream. The shadows keep following me, they stitch something to me and all of the sudden I can move, they hand me my rusty sword, my helmet...
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Pretty Simple, Right?
Throw this ring into that volcano. (why is there a minimum character limit anyway???)
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First meeting with Cadre
And here he comes now. All 274 pounds of him. He is the last one any of us wants to meet, but we all know that someone is going to have to do it. We all just try desparately to avoid being the one unlucky one. Keep your back straight, eyes foward, hand...
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Thoughts in a Silent Den
Spartan yet elegant, the den consisted of three irregularly shaped sofas around a splatter-shaped glass coffee table. Two tall windows nestled between bare bookshelves, looking out at the swirling, glowing surface of the shield. Dim lights glistened ac...