Person A Is Sitting In The Bus When Suddenly A Child Sits Down Right Next To Them

Person A is sitting in the bus when suddenly a child sits down right next to them

The child immediately begins to ask thousands of questions, which A of course politely (maybe a bit annoyed tho) answers

At some point the kid says:

“You know you look exactly like that one celebrity/character”

“Is this a good or a bad thing ?”…

“Oh a good thing! my (single ) parent loves and wants to marry them one day!!”

Suddenly someone screams the kids name and rushes to them asking if everything fine, not really looking at A until the kid reassures everything is alright.

When B finally stands up again and looks at A they, freeze in shock,

A says smirking “ your kid is great. But I heard you want to marry someone like me ?”

(You can decide if they’re the actual celebrity or just a look a like )

Sorry for this, reiterating, story or dialogue prompts(whichever you like to do more) about a small country’s revolution with spies and the like. No pressure or anything! Have a nice day!

Now you’re making me want to read your story! Well, if you’re okay with a mix of formats, here goes:

- All the roads to the location of the emergency political meeting are closed off, the air is watched by drones, and a full suit of trained guards patrol the Freedom bridge that spans across the political district. The only way in free from surveillance? The underside of the bridge, and a bone-shattering drop.

- “Council, bad news! Prince Shemavri was at their war meeting!“ From the back of the hall, a uniformed figure adorned with a crown separates itself from the rest of the council members and slips quietly through the door.

- “They deported us to this island for criticizing them. If they decided it would be a good idea to group all the rebels together, they well deserve the consequences.“

- A leader, a thinker, a criticizer; the front figure of the revolution has everything. Yes, she literally has everything, because she’s also the supreme ruler of their nation.

- Three double agents are sent on a mission together to infiltrate a suspected base.None of them knows that the others are spies for the ones they’re spying on, too.

- “Don’t be naïve. People know, they suspect and whisper yet nothing changes. Showing people the truth won’t end this regime. So we show them the lie.“

Hope this was what you had in mind, and you have a nice day too!

- Mod C

As you stepped out onto your front porch, huffing at how bright the early morning sun was, you paused. Sitting on your front step was a large parcel, addressed to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps you had a new mailman, as the usual one refused to make the difficult trip up your drive to deliver anything, instead leaving it at the entrance to your driveway, in the drop box. Not that you blamed him. It was funny that you hadn’t heard the truck though.

Letting out a thoughtful hum, you set down your mug and fished around in your hoodie pockets, pulling out a knife and starting to cut it open, while trying to figure out what it was you had ordered. You couldn’t remember ordering anything lately, and no one ever sent you things. Maybe you had just forgotten?

A childish cheer escaped you as you managed to undo the box, opening it up and poking around. All joy faded swiftly as you saw what was inside, anxiety and confusion taking its place. You knew exactly what those jewels were, how couldn’t you? They were all over the news. Everyone was freaking out about the impossible theft.

Shakily you looked at the top of the box again, shivering as you saw that it really was addressed to you. Why you?

I had a dream last night I was in a high-rise in Chicago and any time I went to a different floor I was still on that floor but in a different year. I could only travel through time into years when the building existed, so I could go back in time about 70 years, but there were enough floors that it was taking me forever to find 2018 again. I eventually ran into some girls who recognized me as a time traveler and they told me there was a man in the building that knew about all of this and could probably direct me to the right floor but I needed to find him at a specific age so I kept running into him on different floors and different years and trying to figure out if he knew what to DO yet

soulmate marks where the first thing your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your body, but its something that happens when you MEET them

so you aren’t born with it, it just shows up the first time they speak directly to you, and you may not realize it happened until days after the fact

or maybe you’re at the beach or something and you get to watch as your casual exchange with a stranger LITERALLY SHOWS UP ON THEIR BODY TWO SECONDS AFTER IT LEAVES YOUR MOUTH

idk soulmate marks are so silly I love them

When you start to stir this morning, you cant help but wonder if you’re having a particularly odd dream, the stats hovering behind your eyelids, making that the only real conclusion. Opening your eyes and blinking a few times, you frown in confusion. Hanging before you in the air, are the same set of stats you could see with your eyes closed. They seem to be gaming stats of some sort, something that confuses you since, whilst you enjoy them, you rarely get the time to play them anymore, so you generally don’t dream about them. Sitting up in bed, you find the stats following you easily, somehow not obscuring your vision. You’re still convinced this might be some kind of weird dream, despite the cold slowly seeping into your feet, now that they are touching the floor. With a sigh, you try to pay attention to the stats again, deciding that you may as well fuck around with them, since its just a dream. 

Over the course of the morning, you mess with all of your stats, finding you can move them around with a brief thought. To your surprise, and delight, they seem to work, but as the day wears on, you start to realise that this might not be a dream after all. 

As you sit there, absently using your increased strength to open that jar you’ve been trying to crack into all week, you contemplate what this might mean for you. Is it permanent? How far reaching can you make this? What will you do with this kind of power? Already you’ve used your charisma to convince the crabby old landlord to give you a few more days to pay rent, a usually impossible task. You’ve used your luck and found a hundred dollars stuck in a hedge outside, and you used your intelligence stats to finish the essay that you had been stuck on all week, because you forgot all the subject matter. Luckily, no one else seems to see the small window of stats. You even figured out how to make the little window fold away to one side, almost invisible, if you weren’t already aware it was there.

A soft hiss of air interrupts your thoughts, the jar opening with surprising ease. Suddenly, your stats glow brightly the numbers increasing on each and the small letters above the stats finally draw your eyes up,something you hadn’t really paid attention to until now. You watch as the simple “Level: 1″ slowly shifts to “Level: 2″, and it dawns on you that this might just be the beginning.