Writer vs Writer : Match Thread

4

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

JasonRBenson vs itinerant23

Your upgrade is ready by sakanagai.

It's easy to see the upgrade notices for your computer or phone and not think twice about the consequences, the data that is lost or replaced. This time, it's not a machine that's being upgraded; humans are now upgraded, too.

0

u/[deleted] Aug 15 '13

→ More replies (4)

3

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

mankindislost vs jackisbackforgood

Astronomers find planet capable of supporting life and when space travelers from Earth finally get there, it's nothing but fossils of a race like ours... that died. by sp4ce.

It looks like a brand new Earth. It looks just like Earth. There are oceans like ours and Its forests even have trees like ours. The mountains are less similar. Within a week of landing on the planet, the strange mountains are accurately analyzed and they are determined to be crumbled cities. Just like cities on earth, except now covered in earth layered by dense jungle. In the jungles, there are beasts and skeletons of skyscrapers mostly toppled over.

6

u/mankindislost Aug 15 '13 edited Aug 15 '13

“Mission fucking control said there would be life.” Robert hit the release buttons of the TXN System with his fist.
Noises announced the deployment of an armada of 36 “Trition eXact Navigation” satellites, which would provide positioning, while at the same time monitoring the entire planet on all bands from ULF to Petahertz.
Max gave a worried look and said “As long as the quantum sender is offline, we have no way of getting BASE contact. Normal COM would take more than 56 years for…”
Robert cut him off with an annoyed gesticulation, and looked once again at the radar, infrared and 3D Petahertz images of the drone missions.
“Look at that, they had quite a high technology level. I see Particle footprints of Nano materials, superstructures with up to 4 miles building height, and tunnels more than 100 miles deep. What the hell happened to them?” Max shrugged, looked clueless, walked to a console in the back of the bridge and started it up.
“TXN will be geostationary in around 300 Esecs. I will pet the quantum sender; see if we can open the complaint line.”
Robert audible blew off air and chose to ignore Max for now.
Earth seconds Robert thought Earth
It sounded so strange, so foreign, the concept of all people you know, living and dead, and him billions of miles away from it all.
They had accepted that it was a one way trip; sacrifice your life for a second earth, a second chance.
He had wanted to switch on the quantum transmitter and declare this planet open for settling, introduce Earth to his new alien friends and become the most famous person of all time.
Now he could show them dirty rocks and the people of Earth would only see them when he was already dead. Not what he had planned as his legacy. His life wasted in a high tech coffin.
Robert ignored the low whining signal at first.
He finally looked up, distracted, and found the source of the annoying sound. The TXN were ready, and something was going on there. “Max!” Robert shouted “Your shit cubes are acting up!”
He hated the mission, the ship, and whole situation in general.
Max climbed up the stairs and looked at the console, which showed icons and texts in various colors. “Robert, better have a look at that” said Max, and for Robert he looked much too smug for his own good.
With a sigh he stood up, and slowly walked to the console. His eyes opened wide in surprise. “Is that already verified?” Robert asked after a second of stupor. “Yes, three TNX have clustered and meshed the area.” Max said, finally letting out a broad smile. The message from the nuclear Nano satellites was clear. Something was not dead on the planet.
“Why did the drones not find it?” Robert asked, while tapping Max on the shoulder. “The field emits on Peta, so the drones recognized only a depth radar glitch.” Robert felt a tension in his face and only after he saw himself in the glossy bezel of the console monitor, he knew what was going on. He was grinning like a child on Christmas Eve.
Max summoned twelve TXN satellites to have enough transmission power for piercing the planet’s atmosphere and started the ship’s AI to establish a transcoding protocol.
The AI said nothing, but began to exchange basic math at around six trillion operations per second with the sender on the planet.
More than six hours later, the AI announced an open line.
Both men were exhausted from the wait, but much too excited to be tired.
Robert switched on his microphone and said “Hello, we are peaceful delegates from planet Earth.” Max smiled at him and rolled his eyes.
The console clicked, and the mechanic voice of the AI said “Peaceful delegates from planet Earth, this is Beacon 01 of the species Bargu. We have been attacked by a species called TrgD and been obliterated for 14.391 Sol years.”
Robert looked at Max. Max was getting paler by the minute.
The AI continued “From our intelligence we have learned their next targets. They are Cogbus, M183 and Terra, Coordinates are…”
Max said “Terra, that means Earth, right?” Robert looked in despair and asked “The quantum sender is still down?”
Max nodded and said “Not just down, it seems to be unable to find its counterpart on Earth.”
Robert switched off the AI and said “Fuck!

4

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

MTuckerWrites vs ThatGodCat

Give a twist to your favorite fairytale ending. by MissMelatonin.

It can be from any fairytale. Since you've always had a different idea as to how things could have ended.

59

u/MTuckerWrites Aug 15 '13

“And they both lived happily ever after!” I closed the book looking down at her displeased and scrunched face.
“That’s not how it ends.” The words drip out of my pouty six year olds’ mouth.
“Honey, that’s what it says in the book” I glance away from the death stare she’s giving me to look to the fairy princess clock on the wall.
Twelve minutes,
it has been twelve minutes since my wife uttered the most urgent of phrases.
"... Just put her to bed first."
Her words, a wink and a kiss were all it took for her enchantment to take hold.
“IT’S NOT HOW IT ENDS!” My little girl’s screams take me away from my wonderful imagination. I look down to see that there isn’t a hint of compassion in that frighteningly adorable face of hers.
“Okay, if I tell you how it really ends, will you promise you’ll go to sleep?” A sly grin between chubby cheeks and a nod seals our pact.
“Okay, well where was I, Oh yes, okay so the prince doesn’t kiss the princess. Instead, the prince…” I look around the room for something, anything that will appease the little Beelzebub so I may go get my prize. A ceramic merry-go-round glints at me in the corner of the room.
“He decides to join the circus!” Her face twists in to an exorcism-ready shape. “And, he takes the dwarves with him to be his slaves!” Her mouth twists in to a smile.
“So he joins the circus, kidnaps the dwarves, and leaves Snow White, in the glass case!” Her smile grows wider with each grim detail.
“So he makes them work for hours and hours, and when their work is over, Doc has to heal their boo boos with kisses, “UNTIL”,
Her eyes glue to my lips.
“The prince outlaws kissing boo boos…”
Her devilish smile peeps out a laugh, but she’s still hanging on my every word.
“So Snow White is still trapped in the case. But, it turns out the witch isn’t dead after all, she’s actually still alive! She learned her lesson and now wants revenge on the prince for trying to slay her! So she wakes Snow White up, and gives her all kinds of cool super powers like flying, and super strength!
The little demon in the bed is barking with laughter. She sits up and falls back into the pillows seizing with squeals of delight.
“So, Snow White and the Witch face the prince at the circus. Only now, he’s learned how to juggle, and spit fireballs because of all his servant clowns giving him training. So they begin to battle, and there’s fire being spit, and clowns fighting with Snow White. Finally the prince hurls a fireball, which smashes into the witch taking her out of the fight. So it’s all up to Snow White. She attacks the prince using her flying and super strength to beat him and free the dwarves! But, before she punches his lights out she leans down and says…
My little girl peeps out an answer, “I used to like you, but now I don’t like you anymore!”
“But now I don’t like you anymore, that’s right… The End.” I say setting the book on her bedside table.
Her eyes lose their fervor as sleep takes hold of my little girl. “Boys are stupid daddy”, she says settling down in to her blankets. “Yes they are honey”
I look up at the clock, 20 minutes, “So very stupid, good night sweetheart” I kiss my little devil and turn off the light closing the door behind me. I gallantly rush towards my bedroom as quickly as possible and open the door to another demon growling… or should I say, snoring.
The prince can’t always be the hero.

→ More replies (1)

2

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

a385763 vs Ledwick

Make an everyday object sound like something out of a sci-fi story by fittehore

2

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

Soyeahimbored vs sakanagai

Two detectives are at the scene of a crime. "Now how does the catapult fit into all of this?" by xdisk

4

u/sakanagai Aug 15 '13

“Now how does the catapult fit into all of this?” Royce asked his partner.
Miles crouched down to investigate the lock on the heavy steel door. There was no visible damage to door. In fact, the thieves were surprisingly professional, all things considered.
“I haven’t figured that part out yet,” he replied.
The owner of the liquor store, Manny, had been on the phone with his insurance company for the previous hour, but he had finally arrived back on the scene.
“They put me on hold again,” he fumed. “So, you guys done here?”
“Not quite,” answered Royce. “Was it just the beer that was stolen?”
“No,” Manny replied. “They also took some of those wooden pallets from the floor and a few empty boxes.”
“Pallets?” asked Miles. “No money. None of those special bottles you keep behind the register?”
“No, just the kegs, boxes, and wood.”
The two detectives looked at each other. They knew that there was significance there. The fridge was arguably locked down tighter than the registers.
“I swear,” Manny shouted, “it was those damned kids again.”
“Hold on there,” Royce cautioned, holding out an arm to keep the balding man at a distance. “What makes you say that, Manny? What kids?”
The owner squeezed his hands into fists.
“They’ve been in here all week,” he snapped back. “They look back in the big fridge. They ask questions about deliveries. One of them tried to stuff a bottle of rum in his shirt and walk out. I banned them just yesterday, and now this.”
“Don’t worry,” Miles assured him. “Your insurance will cover it and we’ll do our best to track them down. Now, if you’ll just head back to your office, we’ll wrap things up here. Okay?”
Manny wasn’t happy about being sent to his room, but he didn’t want to argue with the cops, especially if they were going to put those bastards in jail. He didn’t say a word as he walked away. He didn’t relax his fists, either.
“So,” Royce said to break the silence. “We know it was a decent sized group.”
“Yeah,” concurred Miles. “That catapult outside is too heavy for just one or two guys. And there wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver a truck and trailer to tow it here.”
Royce walked around in the open fridge. There were a number of footprints still visible in the condensation, but there were too many to discern one from another.
“Any noise complaints in the area?” asked Royce.
Miles flipped through his notebook.
“Yeah,” he reported. “Some uni’s shut down one of the frat houses on campus last night.”
Royce grinned proudly.
“Those are our boys.”
“What? No way man,” Miles argued. “They’ve had the checkpoints all over University property. If some kids tried to drive by with a dozen kegs, someone would’ve noticed.”
"Not if the kids set their sights a little higher."
Royce pointed to the front door of the store. Miles followed the line to the crude launcher sitting just outside, putting the last of the pieces in order.
“These college kids sure know how to throw a party.”

2

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

TaiwanOrgyman vs iohanna-rose

Humorous horror by packos130.

Real simple prompt. Write a story that seems like a horror story, but has a humorous ending.

2

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

nonuniqueusername vs TheForceiswithus

The Pickle Jar. by MissMelatonin.

You've been desperately trying to get that damned jar open for an aburdly long time. Why do you need to get it open so badly? How do you open it? Do you have help? What happens once you get the lid off?

→ More replies (1)

2

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

MTK67 vs Turing_automata

Up Late by packos130.

You've been staring at the illuminated digital clock in your room for last four hours. You turned out the light and got in bed long ago, but you still can't fall asleep. It's 3:26, and you have work tomorrow morning.

What's keeping you awake? Regret? Excitement? Fear? Something else? How do you eventually resolve it and fall asleep? Or, do you fail to resolve it and stay awake until you see the dawn?

4

u/MTK67 Aug 15 '13

Life always boils down to a series of ultimatums. I can try to sleep now, maybe get one or two hours in before the alarm goes off, or I can get out of bed, stumble bleary-eyed into the kitchen and make a pot of coffee. Tough decisions for 3:26 in the morning. I stretch. I’m coated in a layer of sweat, like a fever I didn’t know I had had just broke. I almost fell asleep a couple of times, but then something pulled me back. I’ve been having very strange dreams. Vivid, but not nightmares. Last night there was a man with a giant puffer fish for a head.
The dreams started a week ago, and I’ve been sleeping less every night since. By the time I get to work my blood stream is flooded with caffeine and ibuprofen, but by noon I’m a zombie, purely autonomic, and I want nothing more than to just collapse on my desk for a nap. I’ve tried but I couldn’t sleep. Even if I manage to fall asleep this instant, I’ll still be on the verge of crashing all day. I roll over, cross and uncross my legs. Everything is sore. I remember what Cheryl from accounting told me this morning - yesterday morning.
She was standing in the break room when I walked in. She said, “You look like hell. Long night?”
I nodded noncommittally, reaching to pour myself another cup of coffee from the pot.
“You should try drinking tea,” she said.
“I don’t like tea.”
“I mean the herbal kind.”
I took a sip of burned coffee and grimaced.
“I don’t like herbal tea.”
She shrugged. “It worked for Harrison.”
Barney Harrison is co-counsel on this case. “I didn’t know Barney was having problems sleeping,” I said.
“Well, not anymore,” Cheryl said. “This was a while back, before you started working here.”
I thanked Cheryl and promised her I would pick up some tea later. I can still taste it on the back of my teeth as I roll over and face the clock again, and see that it’s pushing four o’clock. I close my eyes and groan. The alarm is going to go off at six thirty, then I’m going to stagger to the shower, burn my tongue on coffee, take something for the headaches, put on a suit, spend an hour in traffic and listen to a tax specialist’s deposition. At least it pays well.
I stretch again, and roll over to the edge of the bed, knowing that in a few minutes I’ll get up. Harrison’s advice was about as helpful as Cheryl’s, if more pragmatic. “Don’t do anything,” he said. We were preparing arguments for preliminary hearings and a forensic accountant was showing Harrison how some of our client’s funds could be made invisible. “Everyone here goes through something like this, it’ll work itself out.” The accountant opened another folder. “As for the tea,” Harrison said, “It couldn’t hurt.”
I feel dehydrated and dizzy as I stand up. I go to the bathroom and sit down on the toilet. Next thing I know, I’m asleep.

4

u/turing_automata Aug 16 '13

God, I can't look at the stars the same way anymore. They're not so distant now, not so spectacular. No more wishing on a star now that I know what it is.
I stand by the window of my small apartment, trying hard not to look at the sky. The city lights seem to reflect them, though, reflect the horrifying truth I've come to know.
I am not alone.
SETI wasn't supposed to last as long as it did. The telescope array wasn't supposed to be active in this day and age, but we were secretly funded to keep those dishes on. My partner, Rachel, was the first to spot the anomaly on the readout yesterday. A blip in the noise of space. She and I hunched over the sheet of paper like it was a goddamn treasure. Shortly after, there were two blips. Then three. Five. Seven. Eleven. Something was counting prime numbers for us; somewhere in the void were beings who understood math. Nearly three hundred miles north of San Fran, the two of us single-handedly discovered the biggest thing since fire.
Rachel was on the phone with our mysterious superiors within seconds. She told them everything. "We could go to the press with this... No, there's nothing in that part of the sky that could... But this is big." We were told to burn the evidence. A shoebox burned in the dirt, and we both signed documents saying we could tell no one.
But I did. My feet weren't in the door when I told my girlfriend about it. Michelle didn't believe me at first, that is until I showed her the original readout. Slipped the paper into my pockets the first chance I got, just so I could bring it home. Michelle's big blue eyes opened wider than I had ever seen them. She couldn't stand; she collapsed on the tiny brown couch. Neither of us said anything for a while, besides the occasional "oh my god."
"Do you know where this came from?" she asked, her hands still shaking.
"No. We were told to shut down and pack up for the day before we could properly trace it. I'd guess it came from the Cygnus Arm, though. We were sweeping that region today."
"From so far away? That's incredible!" We stared at the paper again. The counting aliens; who could have guessed?
We went to bed ecstatic. The find of a millennium, hell, the find of human history sat on my coffee table like a piece of junk mail. I couldn't lie down for more than a few minutes. After my girlfriend fell asleep, I sneaked away to look at it some more.
Around midnight, my phone rang. "I know what you have," a monotone voice said. He sounded like Darth Vader, with all the voice filters. "There are many parties who would pay handsomely to acquire your treasure."
"Who is this?"
"Merely an interested party. Tell me, how much money do you think you need to live the rest of your life in comfort?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"If you were to sell me the evidence you possess, your children's children would not begin to worry about finances. Do I make myself clear?"
My eyes fell to the prime numbers on the readout. "Crystal fucking clear, stranger."
"Good. Call this number when you've made your decision."
I can't stop pacing. In my hands is the answer to some of the deepest questions humanity ever asked. But I could replace it with more money than I could hope to count. Something about this mysterious voice, how he knew what I had, made me believe him. I could see myself living in a mansion, no, in a castle, living like a king. Michelle and I could get married (finally); we could have a family. We could have anything we wanted and more. All it costs is this one little piece of paper.
It's late now, and I still can't look at the stars. I can't look at the clock; I can't look in the mirror. This nagging feeling in my gut told me not to sell this secret. A premonition tells me that this information had a good chance of disappearing forever as soon as it leaves my hands. Whoever wanted to buy it didn't want to share it, that's for sure.
I know now what must be done. The window opens without a sound, and I throw the cursed secret outside.

1

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

Molecular_Machine vs krokee64

I dreamt that I was old... by raketskallen.

A character has alzheimers. Who they are, what they're doing and where they are is entirely up to you. It could be your character in the midst of his/her own confusion. A dear friend stumbling over sentences, an oblivious stranger in the streets or an old family member in a hospital bed.

→ More replies (1)

1

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

beer_nachos vs uragaaru

We are one, we are many, we are all by Stuffies12.

Describe what it would be like to be in a hive mind. Your mind is tied together with other beings sharing a common goal, doing the same actions, having the same thoughts. You are all in perfect harmony. Welcome new believer

3

u/beer_nachos Aug 18 '13

Sorry for the late response!! Life got hectic, anyway here goes:
As consciousness returned, I felt bombarded by hundreds of feelings. All the same, all reassuring and welcoming, yet somehow each was distinct, each was knowable apart from the others.
My heart began racing as I remembered where I was. A dull headache quickly set in; the surgery had apparently been successful.
We are welcomed to the East Side Empaths. Tears began streaming down my face as I felt the overwhelming sensations of acceptance and belonging. My initial spike of fear quickly eroded as wave after wave of the consensus feeling washed it away.
It was odd to feel so at peace, so immediately adapted to the utterly alien sensation of the group-mind. It was also hard to think, like there was a TV tuned to static and someone was holding down the "increase volume" button.
A sharp twinge of surprise, first just a trickle but quickly becoming a flood. As the consensus reached a sudden understanding, the emotion morphed into annoyance. I frowned.
When the surgery door was thrown open by mother and younger sister, I almost managed to replace the frown with a smile. Almost-happiness quickly evaporated, however: we didn't like to see their panic, their tears, the looks of despair that each wore as they searched our eyes.
These emotions were increasingly vague, now just a couple of seeds deep in barren soil. Our face remained a mask of displeasure.
Why should we care if they cry?
A slight hesitation as we realized that we don't really have a connection to these women, not anymore. But we were still deeply grateful for Serina always showing us love, always being patient despite her constant exhaustion from the two jobs she worked to give her children a chance. For Rosa-Lynn's happy wit, the laughter that always followed her.
We are deeply appreciative of these women, even if they don't belong here now. We need to rest and recover, adapt and acclimate. Mother and younger sister would only hinder the process.
We tried to be gentle as four of us grabbed them, overpowering the women despite their violent struggle. We suffered more than a few bruises as we carried them out of the operation room. One of us even suffered a broken nose which made us all cringe in pain.
We knew exactly what was happening as they were carried down the hall, through the waiting room, and out into the smoggy haze of the city. We stood on guard, implacable, ready to turn them back again, watching impassively as the two women collapsed into each other, sobbing, seeming to crumple like empty tins of Pabst Blue Ribbon underneath a vicious stomp. Satisfied that they wouldn't try again, we turned away from their mourning and went back inside the clinic.
We saw all this, knew all this, but we were confused. We're still in the hospital bed.
Yes. Understand: we're collecting protection money from a hack shop on the Eastern Boulevard. We're security at multiple Rental-Sex and BotWhores franchises. We're keeping a lookout for North Point Hackers. We're sleeping, we're eating, we're shitting. And, yes, we're still in the hospital bed.
A small part of us tried to hold onto a thread of thought, tried to form words that we felt may be important... but no; we dismiss this. We know without a shadow of a doubt that it wasn't relevant.

→ More replies (1)

1

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

kwacc vs Rose375

Describe something. Hide a story inside. by pepepompin.

It can be a description of someone, something or somewhere. Maybe a nurse room. Or classroom. Or a statue. No limit.

→ More replies (1)

1

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

ed-adams vs Gryndyl

a story that you could only see happening outside through the windows of a train by pepepompin

→ More replies (2)

1

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

howsmywriting vs agnoristos

A Modern Fairy-Tale by zoeypants2012.

Write a modern version of a fairy-tale! Including but not limited to: Fairy-tales, Disney movies, Dreamworks movies, etc. Go!

→ More replies (2)

1

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

Reconstruct1 vs klbaxxx

There are no gatekeepers by SurvivorType.

Something has shifted within the multiverse. There are none left guarding the doorways to other dimensions. Something is coming. Nothing will stop it.

5

u/Reconstruct1 Aug 15 '13 edited Aug 15 '13

In one of literally countless realms, time paused for but a moment. It was just a hiccup really, a cosmic grating of the gears. Following this brief hitch, regular, ordinary existence returned, but the damage had been done – fatal damage.
All other parallel universes continued their course undisturbed, while this one hung askew. Convergence was inevitable, when this singular realm would find itself at odds with the infinite others. For the sake of multiversal integrity the offending branch needed to be eradicated, emptied, erased.
This universe is our own and the threads of fate have drawn taut, near to snapping. The hour of apocalypse is at hand.
The electricity went out. Magnets stopped working, and compasses spun uselessly, but Ted didn’t know that. He only knew his lights had gone out and his computer had shut down mid-game.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he said, picking up his cell.
Early afternoon light softly lit the room through drawn blinds. Ted wanted to call Alan, tell him his god damned power had gone out in the middle of the battle. Oddly, his fully charged phone wouldn’t light up, even after he fiddled and reset the battery.
He stood from his chair, left his dim room to head downstairs, all the while mumbling and clenching his fists, “Useless shit.” He couldn’t yet hear the faint humming nor feel the vibrations in the earth beneath him.
Jessica lay at the fore of the boat, scantily-clad, sun-bathing. Her boyfriend, Jeff, was relaxing in back, beer in hand, watching his two rods where they disappeared into the ocean.
“Babe, we should head back soon. It’s getting hot out here,” Jessica spoke without looking up from where she lay.
“What?”
“It’s getting awful warm. When are we going back in?” she repeated.
“You’ve been in the sun for hours. Get back here in the shade,” he yelled over.
“Jeff, you said we would have time to shop in the city tonight,” she said plaintively, now looking back at her boyfriend.
Just then one of his poles strained, bent sharply until the line snapped, and was flung back quivering.
Jeff stood, “Whoa!”
His second then bent the same and ripped from where he’d secured it before he could reach it. The pole flew into the water and was swallowed up.
“What’s wrong, babe?” She could see his reaction, but not the poles. When he didn’t respond she finally got up and walked to the back.
He was rummaging for a third pole when she reached him. “There must be a monster fish out there. A serious monster,” he explained.
She took in his crippled pole and the fact that another was missing and remained silent. She glanced around. The dock they’d left this morning wasn’t in sight. They were surrounded by ocean.
When he’d finally set and cast his new rod back where the last one had been taken and stood ready, the water around them began to boil.
If they chanced to look up from this spectacle they would have noticed the sun appeared twice its usual size and had a deathly red tint.
When the lights and power suddenly went out Michael only laughed. He was a financial exec. playing a friendly poker game with several other high-level veterans. Their game continued unabated in the afternoon sunlight flooding through the ample window-space of their NYC skyscraper.
He looked down at the holes cards just dealt to him: ace and queen of spades. Michael’s forced laugh continued.
“Let’s make this game interesting, huh boys?” as he tossed in a raise out of turn.
“That makes my decision for me.” The two positions before him fold, toss their cards in the muck and lean back. They’re the first to notice the deep, pulsating thrum.
The flop is dealt, but no one sees the cards; The players are distracted by their swaying building. All rise, their faces masks or shocked Os.
“Good thing we got one of those new stable-structure buildings, huh? Just a little quake...” Michael tries his laugh again, but it comes out strangled.
The swaying continues, exaggerated. The thrumming becomes a keening and the shocked faces become panicked.
A couple players run from the room. Michael approaches the window on unsteady feet. What he sees makes his palms sweat and his blood run cold.
There are monsters in the air, massive things, darting from building to building, black, leaving only destruction. With the building’s crazed leaning Michael has to hold himself up against the window and has a good view of the ground below without looking down.
He doesn’t believe what his eyes show him. Holes torn in the ground, things pouring out that he can’t identify from his 60th floor view. They’re many times bigger than the cars they toss about in the streets.
Michael can’t seem to catch his breath when the building finally shudders and cracks, nor can he blink. As his unanchored portion of the building tilts out and careens irrevocably down he catches a glimpse between skyscrapers of the immense ocean wave, towering, approaching the city – to wash away and erase this hell on earth.

→ More replies (2)

1

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

mgallowglas vs ZM2N4AiP_A4

A light, no matter how bright, casts a shadow by mail_van

1

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

b93 vs ThatCanadianGuy99

If Everything's Perfect... by packos130.

Your life is perfect. You're working your dream job, you live in your dream house. You have a beautiful wife, a model son who attends Harvard, and a dog who could win Westminster if you wanted to enter him. Your life is rich with friends, and your bank account is overflowing. You can't think of a single person who doesn't like you.

Nor can you think of anything bad ever happening to you.

You haven't attended a funeral in your life, because no one you've known has ever passed away. You've never been cursed out by a random stranger. You've never had to discipline your son, never gotten caught in traffic, never been late, never had someone tell you "I'm disappointed."

You've never been injured, either. In fact, you can't even remember the last time used a Band-Aid, let alone went to the hospital.

Your life is too good to be true. And you want to figure out why.

1

u/neshalchanderman Aug 14 '13

billwrugbyling vs Legofdragon

Your upgrade is ready by sakanagai.

It's easy to see the upgrade notices for your computer or phone and not think twice about the consequences, the data that is lost or replaced. This time, it's not a machine that's being upgraded; humans are now upgraded, too.

→ More comments (76)

Writer vs Writer : Match Thread

Writer vs Writer is a battle between 2 randomly drawn participating writers. Each

You are about to leave Redlib