You are a simple horse farmer, and you notice your horses giving birth to four unusual foals. Upon closer inspection, you realize you bred the four horses of the Apocalypse. – deeed22
John sat on his front porch, and waited for the world to end.
Off in the corral, he could see the four horses – those four damned horses – roaming like normal beasts, but he could tell that they were skittish. He’d spent his entire life raising horses, but these, these were the finest creatures he’d ever raised. Not because they were the fastest, or the strongest, but because in the end, they would be the most important.
It was four years ago that the horses had been born. One bay, one pale gray, one black, and one white. Like the old book said. John hadn’t dared name them. That was for the riders to decide. He expected their arrival soon.
As the sun began to set over the farm, the four horses stopped what they were doing and looked up, staring off into the distance. John sat up. He was right. Damn it all, he was right. He’d known this day would come, been expecting it ever since those four horses had been born, but to know that he was actually right-
Four men appeared on the road, walking casually and slowly towards the farmhouse.
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Planets are actually gargantuan sleeping golems. Once a human visits one: they awake, grant them immortality, and serve them forever. Now, Earth is not asleep, but is a corpse of a golem that died fighting another planet many eons ago. At this moment the first manned mission to Mars is landing. – Mako_Heero
Captain Rachel Zachow’s heart thundered in her chest as the ramp touched down on the dusty red-orange soil. She could see her own reflection in the reinforced glass of her space suit, and she saw the nervousness in her eyes. This, she realized, was what it felt like to be a pioneer. The first human being to set foot on Mars, on any planet besides Earth. This was going to put her in the history books for the rest of eternity. She knew that, and it horrified her.
The space shuttle had been in transit for three months, and she had put a lot of thought into the First Words, the First Words she would say as she touched down on the Martian surface. It had to be short and sweet and easy to remember, and she had to not feel the worst case of stage fright in human history.
Her traveling partner slapped her on the back, urging her forwards. He had been totally silent on the way through the thin Martian atmosphere, but body language wasn’t off limits. Rachel nodded, and though she felt ready to run away, marched down the ramp. She almost tripped; she had trained in simulations of Mars’s gravity, but the feeling of being so much lighter still caught her off guard.
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You are immortal. Not in the sense you that can never die, but you remember everything about your past lives. – somewhatusefulkinda
When I was six years old, my memories came back to me. It was like a dam had been broken in the back of my mind, and the boy that I had been up until that point drowned in the memories of hundreds of lives.
It was strange, to be thousands of years old and trapped in a body that was so small. Every time, I think that I would grow used to the feeling, but every time I am reminded of how impossibly small I am compared to what I once was.
As I always did, I tried my best to act like the child I was supposed to be, but people always thought that I was odd. There was something just subtly off about me, and I could see it reflected in the eyes of every child and every adult that I spoke to. Perhaps it was my eyes. People can never seem to look me in the eyes for too long without looking away. I don’t know if they even realized they were doing it, but they kept their distance from me. I was used to it.
As I always did, I lived the life I had been given. I did not stand out from the crowd, opting instead to be simply a face in the crowd. Living so many lives has given me a long view of the future, and I felt it best to remain on the sidelines of history. Even on those occasions when I was reborn into a royal family at the head of the line of succession, I would abdicate the throne. I did not want power. I just wanted to live.
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The bodies of dead soldiers are reanimated and used on the front line once more. Two soldiers have just handed over a fallen comrade to one of the few living people at an undead military unit. – Cavalry262
The doors of the conversion facility thundered shut behind them. Alex doubled over and vomited. Tyler patted his chest, praying that his breast pocket would contain a much-needed cigarette. His prayer was mercifully answered, and he lit it with shaking hands.
The two men stood outside the horrible building, trying to ignore the sound of the machinery inside and failing to imagine what was being done to the body of their friend.
The building’s official title was the ‘Conversion Center for Fallen Soldiers’. Everybody else just called it the Morgue. Sometimes, Tyler considered going turncoat, and delivering the coordinates of the horrible building to the enemy so that they could bomb it to the ground. He couldn’t think of any reason why he shouldn’t, but he could never build up the courage to go through with it.
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The Muppets rob a bank. – Manuel15456
Looking back on it, Kermit the Frog wasn’t surprised that the job had gone wrong. He was more impressed that it had taken that long to go wrong. Almost five minutes! That had to be some sort of record.
Planning the job had been the easiest part. Gonzo volunteered to drive the getaway car. Agreeing to that was Kermit’s first mistake, and it was very far from his last one. He didn’t have much choice; everybody was very sure what jobs they wanted to do, and it was as always a chore trying to wrangle them into anything resembling order. Fozzie (mistake two), and Miss Piggie (mistake three) were in charge of keeping the bank patrons in line while Beaker and Animal (mistake four) would crack the safe and collect the loot. Kermit, as the leader, had only one job: make sure things didn’t go wrong. It was mistake number five that he thought he was up to the task.
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Wizardry is as common and as professional as businessmen in today’s society. Write about everyday life. – Venerable
The wizened old man peered down his knobbly nose at the piece of paper set on the only clear area on his desk. “So, Madame Delacourte, I must admit, I am very impressed with your resume,” he said, fingers combing his long beard. He stopped as he discovered a small mouse that had become trapped in the long white hair at some point, and carefully untangled the small creature without looking away from the young woman sitting across from him.
“Thank you, sir,” said the stocky young woman. She wearing a dress suit that slowly shifted colors, with buttons that glowed like small stars.
“Tell me,” said the old man as he finally freed the mouse from his beard. “Why should Merlinex hire you? What sets you apart from other applicants?”
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You are a famous (and secretly fraudulent) psychic that has been kidnapped by the government to create and train a generation of psychic soldiers for the military. – Whitefolly
The soldiers stood in front of me, straight as ramrods. Every one of them bald as a spear, every one of them waiting for my instruction, and every one of them a font of untapped psychic power.
I’ve seen the dossiers. Every one of these men and women is a natural psychic, hand picked by the government to be used as special forces operatives. Telepathy, telekinesis, astral projection, divination, teleportation – every psychic power you can imagine from a comic book is not only possible, but a good number of the people in front of me are capable of them.
I adjust the tinfoil wrapped around my head. Thank Christ it works; if it didn’t, then the multiple telepathic cadets in front of me would instantly know the truth about me.
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You, a mighty demon from the depths of Hell, have been summoned into the body of a small dog with no means of escape. – MrNerdykins
Once, I was known as Lerorurian, Duke of the Damned.
Now, the name on my collar reads ‘Alfred’.
Once, my horrid visage instilled fear in all who beheld me.
Now, the reaction I get is generally “Aw, wookit da widdwe puppy. You’re so cute, yes, yes you are.” Continue reading “Reddit Writing Prompt #27: The Former Duke”
You’re an explorer in the Dark Ages and set out westwards to show that the earth is round. Except it isn’t and together with your crew you sail off the world’s edge. – Neite
“Stand fast!” the captain yelled as the edge of the world came closer. The wind was carrying them straight towards it, and the rushing water was dragging them along as well. This late, they couldn’t escape it any more than they could escape their fate.
And in an instant, there was nothing but empty air beneath the Gloria’s wooden hull.
The captain clutched the wheel as if it would still be useful. His crew, strong, brave men willing to brave the unknown, grabbed onto anything they could find. The Gloria began to fall, her prow aimed down into the empty blue sky that surrounded the waterfall at the edge of the world.
A few men lost their holds, and fell away from the ship into the endless aether, their screams streaking away towards silence. The captain held fast, the cross around his neck streaming behind him on its leather thong. He prayed for forgiveness for his folly, and for the salvation of his men, who had sworn to follow their captain to the ends of the earth. They had believed him when he stated, proud and drunk, that the world had no end, and now they were paying the price for his foolishness.
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Vampire saliva gives off an addicting drug inducing effect to the victim being bitten. – stoppppppppppppp
I scream as the stake plunges into my master’s heart, and I can almost feel the pain as if it was me lying, sleeping, in the coffin. “No!” I wail at the murderer, standing over the corpse of the man who gave my life purpose. “No, no, no, no!” I struggle against the murderer’s partner, who presses me to the ground. Master had fed upon me, his most loyal follower, just the night before, and I still felt the weakness, though the happy buzzing sensation caused by master’s bite was overwhelmed by the feelings of grief and rage.
“Bloodsucker’s dead,” says the murderer. He pulls a thick knife from his belt. “Just gonna make sure. This’ll only take a minute.” He is a hardened man, eyes dark, and he goes about his task in silence. I cannot see what he is doing to my master’s body, but I swear I can feel the cold steel in my throat. “Done,” the murderer says after a few minutes of sawing. He rises, holding my master’s head by the hair. “What should we do with the thrall?”
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