* And what small action can I do right now to make that happen?
* Whatever the answer is. Go do that. Right away. Your health and peace of mind are valuable.
* Timing is key. Ask yourself these questions right after someone says something hurtful.
* It’s simple. Not easy, but simple. And with time, this skill is going to be one of your most important assets in life. Twenty years from now, you don’t want someone’s opinion of you ruining your day, or worse, maybe your entire life.
* This is not to say we should avoid negativity altogether. We can’t. Take it as an opportunity to become more resilient and grow stronger. And maybe, just maybe, if you can, try to be grateful for it as well; taking something negative and turning it into something positive makes you grow as an individual.
* Same goes for positivity; welcome it but don’t dwell on it. Appreciate compliments, but don’t let someone else’s words define you. What if they take those words back or you stop hearing them for a while? You start doubting yourself again.
* You define yourself. Take the words from others as a guide, but only you have the power to decide what to do with them.
* He felt like a child who had been lied to. “I thought you said we’re going to save the world!” “We will,” she said, a slight smirk forming on her face “ by taking it over.
* The sky boomed a powerful voice who said: “Earth is a PvP enabled zone. Last one standing wins the Battle Royale.”
* So there’s the whole villian vs hero but the villian wins but in order for them to win, you have to close the book, essentially killing all the characters. Also the villian is the readers dark side
* Your Immortal Entity Club has given you the task of introducing its newest member: A millenial that constantly jokes about wanting to die.
* All of the legends ranted on and on about the gods’ pure immortality – how they were not able to be pierced by blade, weakened by age, crippled by disease… blah blah blah. Except – the legends forgot one thing – love. A god develops an infatuation on you, and you reciprocate, unaware of the gods’ slow, creeping death until the last day.
* There are numbers over everyone’s head that say how strong you are. You just found out you can manipulate the numbers
* An odd side effect of placebo has just been discovered- if enough people believe in something, it will become reality
* They always told us that the world outside the wall is dangerous. That the war left it with horrendous creatures and human-like things wanting to kill us all. But, is it really?
* You just learned what telekinesis is. You try bending a spoon with your mind jokingly. It works but not in the way you were expecting.
* There is a device that assigns you a percentage score of how important you are to the world. Most people are 0-5. The president is 60. Your score just jumped from 1 to 99.
* Humans find out God attends to other planets regularly and that they are in fact “forgotten”. So they try their best to catch his attention until one day he sees earth and goes “Huh? OH SHIT!”
* Two people, trapped in an endless time loop, develop wildly different methods of coping with the boredom.
* A medieval knight is cursed and transported to the present day. Coincidentally he lands at a modern renaissance fair.
* The world is at the brink of the Apocalypse and the Four Horsemen have arrived. But the legends have it wrong. They have come to Stop the Apocalypse, not to start it. -1-
* i know, i know, you didn’t think the end would be this quiet. this damn unnerving. well, bet you didn’t read the bible. you know, there was the scroll, sealed tight seven times and all that, so that not a soul on heaven or earth could read it. little lamb come skipping up all bloody, seven horns and seven eyes. peeled the seals off, one by one. apocalypse, from the greek, meaning ‘an uncovering.’ revelation. no one ever got the legends right. it was the seals holding the damn thing shut.
* think of it this way: what kind of harbinger is conquest, war, or famine? ‘given power to take peace from the world and make people kill each other’; yeah, that’s a laugh. if that’s all it took to spark things off, how would we know the apocalypse had even started? we’ve been killing each other, starving each other, long as i can think, and longer. might as well say the world’s always been ending. sure, sure, they’ve predicted it once or a hundred times enough.
* you know it’s the apocalypse when all the noise stops sounding. what’s left when war gets peeled off, thin as wax, same as conquest, same as famine, same as death? what are we now, when there’s no one and nothing left to conquer? when there’s no one left to weigh wheat for wages? when we no longer have the power left to kill? those old horsemen, they’ve been rattling ‘round the world for ages, clinging fast like sticking plaster. the sounds of hoofbeats. you don’t realize the tumult til it stops.
* you can read the world in inches in the silence, see the scroll unfurling, outstretch your arms and see where the quill left its marks. there’s a revelation written on all of us, if we could have only stopped the distractions long enough to read it. think of all the goddamn wasted time, the distended hands, the bones trod bloody into the dirt. my god, my god, there’s nothing to be learned in suffering. all the world, and now it’s peeling off
* the lamb traipsing forward bloody, happy to have been slain, because now death has no hold upon us
* the sky as black as sackcloth worn in mourning. the moon blood-red. the stars as ripe as figs, dropping down. heaven is a blank scroll, hidden. heaven is the world receding rolled up with it, every mountain and island removed from its place
* there was silence in heaven for half an hour
* A robot has summoned a demon and wishes to make a deal. The demon, however, has no idea how to tell if robots have souls and is kind of unsure on how to proceed.
* It was bad enough to realise that your life is a work of fiction. But it was truly awful to realise that the author is 12.
* That’s your first thought anyway. You watch the world bloom around you in short bursts and think that you’re fucked. You think that there’s no way that you’re going to be able to live the sort of life you always imagined for yourself. You think that this is all that there will ever be in your world; a decent setting, unsettling exclamations, and so many plot holes that you’ve been to a psychiatrist twice to get checked for memory problems. You think your life is going to be inconsistent, sloppy and incomprehensible.
* You’re wrong about it….!
* “NASA invented thunderstorms to hide space battles.”
* Snuggled up to a loved one and listening to their heartbeat, you realize it’s beating in Morse code.
* A security officer is charged with guarding a door but he’s never been allowed to enter. After years of service, he has never seen anyone use the door. Describe what he finds after not being able to hold off his curiosity any longer.
* When you die, you become an extra in other people’s dreams. The other people in your dreams are just dead people with nowhere else to go.
* Like a PG-13 movie, a person is only allowed to speak one “fuck” their entire life. Describe that moment.
* “Listen here!” yelled Edward, shoving an ivory finger into Carlisle’s face, “I’ll not have you raise your voice to my beloved -!”
* “And meanwhile, for all of us in the real world, all sunshine and no rain makes a drought! The trivial practicalities that little miss special doesn’t have to concern herself with!”
* Edward bared his fangs, arching his fingers into claws. Drops of rain slashed across his skin, water running down across the impenetrable marble of his form. “I’m warning you, Carlisle, one more word …”
* “Edward,” Bella said quietly, putting a hand on his arm. The wind died, the clearing suddenly silent. Pollen hung in the air, suspended like strands of silk gathering dew.
* “Bella,” he started to say, closing his hands around hers.
* After a year, you notice that there are more people in your life. Your job isn’t solely populated by your boss, the secretary and the janitor who killed your best friend five years ago (which you can’t remember). Now there’s a woman named Mary-lee in the cubicle next to yours and a man named Gonzalez who works in a whole other department. Your company only had one department last year. Now it’s got two.
* You stop shouting quite so much and you stop feeling the need to smirk every time you see someone making a fool of themselves. Your words are more reasoned now, more natural, and you find your conversations lasting longer with your new coworkers and neighbors. Your city grows, suburbs springing up overnight. The trees start losing their leaves in the fall and it’s not always night time when bad news arrives.
* Your eyes aren’t orbs anymore, they’re just eyes.
* When you run into your estranged brother in the hall of your apartment building, you wait for the ridiculous explanation for why he’d move in with you. Maybe every other house in the city is full? Maybe he didn’t know you lived there? Maybe it just “be like that sometimes?”
* Turns out he’s not moving in. The woman he’s dating lives two doors down and he’s just as surprised as you. Small world.
* Yes, it’s a bit contrived. Yes, it’s a little out of the blue. But, you realize, that’s how stories go. Sometimes they’re out of the blue. Making the out of the blue seem normal? That’s the mark of a true storyteller.
* They’re getting better, you realize, watching your brother walk away. A lot better.
* They’ve been writing your life everyday. You don’t know why you didn’t think about that. Of course they’re getting better. Through plot struggles and unpleasant writer’s block, they’ve stuck with you and your story.
* Through everything, every shred of doubt, every shiny new idea, every criticism, they’ve stuck with you. They’ve worked hard to build your life around you. They’ve put in the time to get better, to give you better dialogue and a brilliant place to live and an exciting life.
* They’ve grown for you.
* Thank the author that you were lucky enough to grow with them.
* A cure for sleep has been found, by taking a cheap pill people no longer need to sleep. You opted to continue sleeping and now 1 year after the release of this pill you notice that people are starting to act oddly.
* You order a Ouija board to communicate with demons. But you had a moment of stupidity and accidentally order a Luigi board.
* After dying, you found yourself staring at a large screen. “LOBBY. Current players: 7,383,275,800. Current game time: 1059040375.2 mins. Current spectators: 21,458,374,931. Player rank: 2,648,535,901. Time until next game: 23695624.8 mins”
* It was bad enough to realise that your life is a work of fiction. But it was truly awful to realise that the author is 12.
* “Taking out” can mean: a date, dinner or murder. You do all of them.
* Having your body hijacked by an ancient deity hellbent on destroying the world would normally not be a good thing, but for some reason they’ve taken pity on the fact that you’re absolutely hopeless at romance, and have decided that they are going to help you have one successful date before they bring about armageddon.
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* After a tragic breakup, you seek out the town doctor in hopes that they will heal your heartbreak. “Time will heal all your wounds,” they say. Taking this into consideration, you thank them for their time. You leave and prepare to embark on your quest to find Time.
* You are a hitman. But you don’t kill your targets. Instead, you travel into the future to kill all their possible reincarnations, pissing God off and forcing him to destroy the soul altogether.
* You’ve been known to procrastinate things your whole life, everything you ever did ends up being last minute and somehow you manage to procrastinate dying.
* You’ve been a dealer on the streets since your early teens. The thing that sets you apart from your competition? You don’t sell drugs, you sell hits of emotion.
* You wake up on a different planet and find yourself hunted by every bad fanfic character you’ve ever written
* You are having a driving school and Dracula come in and want to laern to drive a car
* You are a character from a reoccuring dream. You only have days to convince the dreamer they’re seeing the future
* In a world where candy is illegal, you’re a candy dealer. You’ve been dating a police officer for a couple of years now and they just found out what you do for a living, but instead of weakening your relationship it made it stronger. Why?
* You’re an undercover spy sent to get information from a prince. It turns out he’s actually very friendly, which is incredibly unnerving.
* A vampire learns that the wine in communion really does act as blood and becomes a devout church-goer.
* You can see someone’s date of death just by looking at them. The date manifests itself above the person’s head. One day, you walk past your neighbour. Their death date was yesterday.
* Santa Claus has decided to change his punishment for bad kids. Instead of giving them coal, he kidnaps them and turns them into Worker Elves that are always happy. After going to sleep on the 24th of December, you, a cynical moody goth teen, awaken surrounded by constantly-smiling elves. You’ve been taken to Santa’s Workshop, specifically his Elf Lab.
* Write the adventures of the lesser-known branch of the mafia; comprised entirely of clowns.
* Due to a series of incredibly unlikely shenanigans, you have ended up with access to the strings that control the system. Being kind of a dick, you have decided to use your power to inconvenience as many people as possible
* The world is at the brink of the Apocalypse and the Four Horsemen have arrived. But the legends have it wrong. They have come to Stop the Apocalypse, not to start it.
* Vampires, werewolves, necromancers, and other monsters have banded together, their combined forces conquering humanity. Yet, it is not to feed. It is to prepare and protect humanity from the return of the great old ones and the outer gods.
* Three ghosts, each one from the 1400’s, 1920’s, and the modern day, all decide to haunt a house together. Write about the shenanigans that occur as they try to get along.
* You have been summoned by an ancient king to wield the power of fire against his enemies. However, there’s been a magical oversight, and all you are armed with is a lighter. How are you going to defeat the oncoming army?
* The Demon Of Lust is commonly known throughout the Underworld and is highly respected. They go up to Earth, expecting the usual day of pleasure. Instead, they meet an asexual human who just wants to be friends.
* While using a ouija board, you come into contact with a spirit who doesn’t even know that they died over half a century ago. Keep record of your conversations as you do your best to explain to the oblivious spirit of their fate.
* Santa still visits adults, but with them he only gives coal if they’ve committed a crime in the last year. You’ve never committed a crime, but you receive coal one year and now you’re trying to figure out what you did.
* There are no stars, no sun in the sky. Fire invisibly produces heat. Light is a very rare element which can be found buried in the earth. The ancient art of extraction is perilous and almost lost. You are one of the last of the lightminers.
* On a challenging case, an FBI agent meets a vampire. The vampire is the killer but he hates himself for it and wants to die. The agent takes pity on him and they try many different procedures to kill the vampire.
* “For no reason in particular, I knew with absolute sureness that had our eyes met, I would have fallen in love instantly and our story might’ve gone quite differently.”
* You have recently woken up in the hospital with amnesia. The problem is that you are a shapeshifter, and can no longer remember your true form.
* You live in a town where the law states that everyone must be visibly excited about Christmas starting November 1st or risk re-education. You, a cynical teen, have just been turned into the Holiday Bureau by your own family, due to them feeling shame for having a kid who doesn’t love Christmas.
* You have the ability to see whether people will go to Hell or Heaven. You use this ability to to help the ones that are going to hell to become better people.
* You’re an author on your death bed. You see a gloss of the afterlife with all the characters and world you’ve created. They’re mad.
* You find out that your touch can heal people of all kinds of ailments from wounds, to sickness, to allergies, to poisons and the like. So you spend years helping those that come to you, from the paupers to the kings, and you always succeed. But then one day a woman from a far away village comes to you with her child. They have traveled for months to see you on a mere whisper of a rumor of you because you’re her last hope to heal her child. You do as you always do and reach out to the child to touch them on their arm. Your hand burns like it’s suddenly touching hot metal.
* This is the child of death, and the burning sensation is your bodies reaction to death trying to take you. The woman, being the child’s birth mother is obviously in deep concern, thinking her young child is sick with some disease as they look pale and malnourished with sunken eyes like that of a man who hasn’t slept for days.
* She insists that he is well cared for and is confused as too why he never has changed from looking so sickly and weak despite her best efforts.
* You are not sure at all how to approach this situation having not the slightest idea as to what is happening. In your best efforts you try again only to find the burning is just as painful as the last time if not worse.
* And then it hits you like a snowball in mid June, you can’t heal this child, not without dying.
* This is what Death sent after you, for taking so many people away from them. You knew that Death wasn’t pleased by your actions, but you didn’t think he’d go that far.
* You know that this ‘disease’ is not a disease, it’s a trap, made just for you. So that you will finally stop healing people who are supposed to die.
* “Can you- Can you help him?”, the mother asks.
* You look at the boy, who seems to already be half dead. “Do you want to live?”, you ask, knowing very well, that he knows that he’s drawn to death.
* “I don’t want you to die”, he whispers, because he’s too weak to talk normally.
* “That was not the question.”