He made a grunt and attempted to move his tightfisted left hand, before the gurgle of his final breath escaped his lips in a collapsing sigh, his eyes more cold and lifeless than ever before. His hand relaxed and a slip of paper could be seen.
Writing prompt: "You are with the ability to measure how "Dangerous" people are just by looking at them. A normal child would be a while a trained man with an assault rifle might be a Today you notice the unassuming new kid at school measures a
infinitelives I'm thinking a Temporal looped character. They are locked in an infinite time loop, cursed to die, be born again in the past live then die again. Seeing the same world, same people, same experiences infinitely many times
There's an urban legend that's been circulating for years about a taxi cab that doesn't take you where you want to go, but where you need to go. One night, you step into this cab. More<<<< the taxi cab of requirement
Writing prompt That's me. Im the nightmare emptier. The horrible things I've seen.who could be have such horrible dreams? The reason I am the one whose job this is, is because I cannot dream. I cannot dream nice dreams or terrible ones.