* A moth sees a firefly for the first time. They fall in love.
* You’re drunk as heck and you stumble upon a genie lamp. What stupid stuff do you wish for?
* By putting someone else’s tears in your eyes, you can experience (or at least see) what they do for a time. Consequently, the tears of celebrities and those close to them are in high demand. You are a private optometrist in LA.
* After living through so many fairytales, you’re not so sure that happy ever afters even exist.
* One day you hear your doorbell ring and when you open it someone hands you a book, this book contains the thoughts and dreams other people had of you. The name of the person, relation and description of the dream or thought. Would you open it?
* A man just figured out that imaginary friends are actually a person’s guardian angel that people can only see in the child stages of life. Problem is that his child has two imaginary friends, one named after an ancient demon and another which she says she named Mr. Sparklie. She starts calling them her other dads as well. Write about how the guardian demon and guardian angel care for the child when the real father isn’t around.
* Many products and appliances are said to last a lifetime. Tell the story of an immortal testing to see if this is true.
* You can’t just tell people to ‘get a VPN (Virtual Private Network)’. Buying a VPN is like buying a house. It’s very very important. Having no VPN or having a ‘wrong’ one can seriously damage your life. Especially for Americans because their privacy laws are garbage. I am going to try explain why you should get a VPN but bare with me, I am from Germany and my English is far from perfect.
* Let’s start with a simple test……
* I am also with Trustzone but I think you forgot to explain one of it’s most important features. It protects you when you are using someone else’s Wi-Fi.
* If you are at Starbucks and you use their Wi-Fi your privacy is at risk. Anyone with ill intentions could steal your information. Especially if you are using an unsecured Wi-Fi hotspot. With a VPN your data gets encrypted so no one can steal it.
* Wait, what’s going, on? Did trump destroy internet privacy with a bill or something? Where’s the news? Oh wait, why am I getting visions of Alex Jones and selling water purifiers?
* He hasn’tyet but he says he wants to. And if he is serious about it it would be really easy to do. Since all our data is already recorded, as the person above explained.
* btw this post only has 11k notes? That’s quite disappointing for something this important.
* Should I get trustzone for my mobile device?
* If you use public Wi-Fi, then yes. Which VPN you use is up to you, amigo. Take @earth-ruins advice. Do your own research first.
* Don’t tell me you just wanted to scroll past this. Stop looking at pictures of cats for a moment, okay? Don’t you realize how important this is? This is dangerous! ‘America, the best FREE country in the world’ my ass.
* With this new law your ISP can sell your Internet history which could include passwords, usernames, religion, credit card numbers, race and much more to the highest bidder. So here is what I want you to do.
* You are going to read the whole thing and before you think ’this is so important. Let me reblog this real quick and go back to admiring cats again-’ NO! Don’t reblog this. Take action first. Then reblog. Sign up for a free trial! Trust.Zone offers one (here). Yes. It might be difficult to set up a VPN for some people. But is that going to stop you from protecting yourself and your family? 30 minutes. 30 minutes is all that it takes. 5 if you know how to install software. The problem with some of you is that you see ‘difficult’ as something negative. I want you to see difficult differently. I need you to push through this stuff. You are going to protect yourself. There is nothing negative about that.
* Don’t tell yourself that you are too tired and that you will do this tomorrow. Because that isn’t going to happen and you know it. You have to do this right now. You only have to click on it. Don’t let this/shit/life just happen to you.


* Privacy is not a privilege, it’s a fundamental human right
* He sighed. “Are you sure I can trust you? You probably won’t believe me.”
* I exclaimed, wondering what he was going to say.
* “I’m not a Personal trainer.””
* “I’m not a private investigator.”
* “No, I heard that. Then… what do you do?”
* “I- I’m Death,” he sighed. I looked at him blankly for a few seconds, then laughed hysterically. “You’re hilarious! Death! Good one!” His facial expression didn’t budge.
* I’m serious meoow…..”


* Spinochordodes tellinii, a real parasitic worm that can cause the grasshoppers it infects to commit suicide, evolves to the point where it can infect humans. Across the country, news headlines report thousands of suicides via drowning.
* Only the Secret Society of Fire Fighters knows that seemingly ordinary house fires are caused by Fire Elementals. In order to put out the fires, the fire fighters have to kill them.
* In order to avoid a blizzard, the mayor of a small town has to sacrifice to the Snow Demons
* A holy man creates a golem but, as he doesn’t have enough clay, he builds it from biscuit dough
* A new form of life evolves in the muck of a sewage plant and travels through the water pipes wreaking havoc
* A small child is unable to sleep, not because of what lurks in the darkness, but because of the darkness itself
* Ok sorry that it’s so freaking long and also sorry for the language.
* An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.
* It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled walls.


* It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.
* It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.


* A retired veteran of the skeleton army
* Aliens have invaded Earth and enslaved humanity. A small faction of humans have started a rebellion. Write a story from the perspective of an alien who has joined the humans in their rebellion.
* You are a reverse telepath; everyone around you can hear your thoughts. Describe your everyday experiences.
* A recent disturbing event has left you with something stalking you. You see it lurking occasionally, getting closer all the time. Now that you know the nature of the thing, you know that your life is in danger. Desperate, you turn to the internet in hopes that someone will help you. Unfortunately, rather than advice, you’re met with a tirade of unenthusiastic replies complaining about your “creepypasta’s” lack of originality.
* The worst thing about your trauma is that it happens again and again
* As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.
* Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.
* “Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”
* She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.
* The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
* Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.


* That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.
* “I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.
* It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.
* The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.


* “Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”
* The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.
* A cat burglar decides to steal a valuable collection of paintings, but he is soon confronted by the museum’s security system: thirteen hideous, stone gargoyles.
* A gingerbread man attains sentience, learns to make other gingerbread men, and leads a lynch mob to the local bakery.


* A bartender, attempting to create the next great cocktail, instead creates a new form of life.
* A sculptor sells his soul to the devil, asking that his art would outlive him. The sculptor soon discovers that the devil likes to take things literally…
* A young boy, playing in his back yard, sees one of the neighborhood children suddenly grabbed and devoured – by his mother’s rose bushes. He knows he must destroy them, even if it means being grounded for the rest of the summer.
* “I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”
* When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.
* “I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”
* Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, he’s clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.
* this is so sweet. it made me want to hug someone.
* Dolphins evolve thumbs, develop technology, and fight humans for control of earth
* As part of the “war on drugs,” the government arms thousands of sharks with torpedoes, mines, and other weapons, training them to attack drug-carrying boats. However, the sharks have their own ideas…
* Scientists create three-foot-long mosquitoes; a swarm drains your blood in seconds.
* A group of monkeys discovers an abandoned cache of hand grenades
* A high school janitor struggles to defend the school against giant sewer alligators
* After ants evolve intelligence, humans are faced with a startling revelation: they might not be the dominant species after all.
* In order to manufacture spider silk for industrial use, scientists genetically engineer gigantic “super spiders.” An industrial spy, looking for valuable information, breaks into the lab. To his horror, he soon finds himself surrounded by spiders the size of office furniture.
* Scientists genetically engineer cats that stay kittens forever, and dogs that remain puppies. They try to genetically engineer “living teddy bears” from a mix of grizzly and polar bear DNA, and things do not go according to plan…
* The nation’s beeches become a very dangerous place to be when a madman crossbreeds piranhas and flying fish.
* When chameleons begin mating with Komodo dragons, a small island is menaced by nearly invisible, ten-foot lizards.
* I WOULD WATCH SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIES
* but she takes him to the little cafe and all of the people in her town are like “What is that thing, what the hell, Anette?” and she’s like “Don’t you remember my grandson Todd?” and the entire town just has to play along because no one will tell little old Nettie that her grandson is an actual demon because this is the happiest she’s been since her husband died.


* makes him run for mayor and he wins
* I just want to watch ‘Todd’ help her with groceries, and help her with cooking, and help her clean up the dust around the house and air it out, and fill it with spring flowers because Anette mentioned she loved hyacinth and daffodils.
* Over the seasons her eyesight worsens, so ‘Todd’ brings a hellhound into the house to act as her seeing eye dog, and people in town are kinda terrified of this massive black brute with fur that drips like thick oil, and a mouth that can open all the way back to its chest, but ‘Honey’ likes her hard candies, and doesn’t get oil on the carpet, and when ‘Todd’ has to go back to Hell for errands, Honey will snuggle up to Anette and rest his giant head on her lap, and whuff at her pockets for butterscotch.