/u/AllHailTheFishy's posts in /r/WritingPrompts

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[WP] You always did enjoy singing to the forest. You hope that one day, it will learn to sing back.

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[WP] "I have one simple rule when it comes to the Law: Time operates under my Jurisdiction."

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[WP] “I am Achilles, son of Pelius, blessed by the Gods.” The figure stepped from the mountain of slain bodies and turned to face the demon horde, legions of heroes and legends at his back. He raised his spear, long and true, and pointed it at the monstrous army. “Who among you will be my Hector?”

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[WP]”What the hell are you talking about?” The confused scientist asks. None of the astronauts pause in loading their weapons. A terse “Moon’s haunted.” is all he gets before they start heading back to their ship.

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[WP] The human cultural liaison glares daggers at her crew when the alien ambassador they were assigned to tells the human delegation that the proposed interplanetary trade agreement “would go fucking hard in the paint.”

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
[WP] You always did enjoy singing to the forest. You hope that one day, it will learn to sing back.	3
[WP] "I have one simple rule when it comes to the Law: Time operates under my Jurisdiction."	3
[WP] “I am Achilles, son of Pelius, blessed by the Gods.” The figure stepped from the mountain of slain bodies and turned to face the demon horde, legions of heroes and legends at his back. He raised his spear, long and true, and pointed it at the monstrous army. “Who among you will be my Hector?”	2
[WP]”What the hell are you talking about?” The confused scientist asks. None of the astronauts pause in loading their weapons. A terse “Moon’s haunted.” is all he gets before they start heading back to their ship.	2
[WP] The human cultural liaison glares daggers at her crew when the alien ambassador they were assigned to tells the human delegation that the proposed interplanetary trade agreement “would go fucking hard in the paint.”	1