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@myello-there YEAH YOU GET IT

Going a bit insane again thinking about how far could you push the limits of immortality as a plot device?

Rather than just being about No Bullet Can Penetrate Me, I Am Invincible! being civilisations have risen and fallen in the time between my two breaths. I have survived extinction. I have witnessed the heat death of the universe. Like.. how long does it take before an old folk tale about a child forsaken by death breeds new religion?

#immortality

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#552

“In the great race to make a decision, sense was fast but you were faster”

#sorry came up with a banger of an insult and just HAD to put it to good use #writing #prompts #dialogue prompts #daily dose of writing

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I could write essays on how much I adore uquiz as a medium for interactive storytelling, but the best form of explanation is often example so please enjoy my long (genuinely, it's enormous) and slightly pretentious (sorry), uquiz about going on a Completely Normal Quest!!!!

tw: minor gore, being buried alive, psychological horror

If you do complete The Quest, tag yourself with your result!!

#storytelling

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Maybe you made a deal for your life with something Ancient and cruel and not quite real at all. It was tired, and you were kind, and it told you that all it wanted was to die, but death had trapped it here in an endless and grief stricken existence.

So you made a deal. Your life for theirs. Your death for their death. And that ancient and desperate creature was at last allowed to die, and all you felt was pity for something that had never meant to become monstrous.

The first few years go by the same, maybe you have a few too-close scrapes - after all it’s a dangerous world - that you came away from a little too clean. Maybe when your best friend complains about noticing their first grey hair you look into a mirror and think that you still look the way you did when you were twenty five and not forty.

Eventually people start to notice, there’s something *wrong* with you, they say. You must have done something, something terrible in order for something as inevitable the natural order to have forsaken you. So you leave. By the time you return, all who feared you are dead, as are those who loved you. Maybe you visit their graves. Maybe you place flowers there that are already starting to wilt. The headstones are turning smooth with age.

The turn of the century passes. You feel old, but your bones do not remember the life that you have lived. You stare into another mirror and see a face that you recognise all too well, for it hasn’t changed in decades.

The turn of the millennia comes and goes. Cities have been built and fallen, civilisation has evolved and grown and changed, but you are the same. You do not remember the faces of your family, you don’t remember the smell of your mothers soap or the sound of your best friends laugh. The home you once belonged to is gone and a thousand iterations of that house have been built and burned in its stead. You are alone. Perhaps this would bother you, but you have forgotten much - you do not feel the loneliness of a thousand years alone. But even ten years is a long time to be lonely, and you remember far more than that.

The world ends, it was always going to happen, you’re honestly surprised it lasted as long as it did. Maybe you hitch a lift on a colony ship and float away into the stars to find a new planet, a new home, so far removed from the home that you do not remember at all except in dreams that you forget as soon as you wake up.

What is ten thousand years in the face of eternity? Twenty? Forty? What is a thousand thousand years? Or more than that? For all the years that you have survived and forgotten and lived, not even a second of eternity has passed, and maybe that’s what breaks you.

You have always been kind. You do not stop being kind now. But sometimes kindness is nothing in the face of madness.

Your frustration sears the ground around you; the trees and buildings tremble and the people who are not quite human throw words like twisted metal and fire weapons that do not graze your skin. *Monster*, they call you, and you begin to wonder, when did you become the thing you that so many years ago you tried to save?

So you leave, thrown into an exile that feels oddly like freedom. The forests here are not the same colour as the ones you remember, the plants are taller, darker, their leaves groan and snarl at you like whipped dogs at their masters. These are wild things that live here. But you have been a wild thing for years.

In the long evenings, when time does not exist, you nestle among the mangled roots and feed the wild things with fruits that you could not name and do not recognise.

You travel, drifting from one place to another. The universe is enormous and ever expanding, but you have time. Sometimes, as you stow away on freighter ships, you hear the crew telling old tales of times gone by about an ageless being that never died, cursed to roam the universe forever. Perhaps, for the first time in a thousand years, you think, it’s not entirely a curse.

Time is not a circle, but it is an echo of the past. There will always be new life, new civilisations, and that new life will always come to end. Perhaps it will be after a million years, perhaps it will take a thousand thousand billion. One way or another, it ends.

Finally, after more years than you have words to express, you will watch the universe itself cripple and die. Maybe you think that the heat death of the universe should hurt more, maybe by then you’ve foregone thought altogether.

But then! Then you feel yourself coming apart! Because this body of yours, this ancient, hollow, flawless shell could not last forever; it seems only right that it should die along side the universe that it was born from. You were made of stardust and now you can return to it.

This is the first time you have felt relief in eons. This is the first time you have felt *anything* in eons.

You’re ready. You’ve been ready ever since you crouched in damp grass and traced the names of your friends in the eroding stone of their graves. You prepare for the death you thought would never come. Years ago, you might have wondered what comes after. You offer this no thought now, you hope only that it will be restful.

You wait. You wait. The years drag on. Are they years? Or are they seconds? How long does it take for something infinitely large to become nothing at all? You’re still awake.

The universe is dead. You aren’t. You *are* the universe now. You’re all that’s left.

And then, in a moment, existence explodes into being! A new universe! New atoms, new elements that are utterly foreign to your own. The first stars burn brightly and the layers begin to come together.

Then, somewhere, on a little, blue rock, a thousand billion light years from the beginning of the universe, life begins again. You’ve seen this before. It feels familiar. Without corporeal form, it’s strangely easy to just be there, to just exist. You are everywhere, you can be anywhere. You are a whole universe and you are barely anything at all anymore.

Maybe they have grass. The long sort of grass, thin and whispery. It’s orange, you think, and oh how you have missed orange. There’s a breeze. The grass wafts idly in it. Tiny, golden creatures flutter about their tips like dust motes, shimmering in the warm light of a fresh new sun. It’s quiet here. It’s peaceful. You slumber between the stalks and let the gentle wind pass between the rib cage you no longer possess and have not possessed for longer than this universe remembers.

A child interrupts your pleasant slumber. She comes bounding through the grass with a smile on her face and a song on her lips. It has been a long time since you heard anyone sing. Maybe you sing back to her. Your voice is the wind in the trees and the buzzing of the creatures that flutter by. It’s the water in the streams that run by and the animals scurrying through the undergrowth. You have become an intrinsic part of the very fabric of the world around you.

Somehow, god, somehow this little girl understands. She does not know it’s you. She does not understand the true extent of what you are or what you have become. But she understands that there is a voice singing back to her, that all this gorgeous new life has joined together and sung to match her words.

Soon, the little girl leaves - it’s getting dark and the suns are shifting out of the sky. You settle down again, you are everywhere but you are, especially, here, nestled in the still warm grass, feeling the last trickles of sunlight fade away. You are content. You exist barely as a notion but still you feel that contentment warm you.

In the morning, or perhaps the following week, the child returns to you with freshly baked goods and lays them beneath a large and curling tree. She tells you she heard you. She says it was nice; to sing awhile. She promises she will visit this place more often, and her words are spoken with a kind of reverence offered only to the ancient gods of times gone by. You do not feel alone, at last. For the first time in a long time, in a universe entirely new and different, you feel loved.

Going a bit insane again thinking about how far could you push the limits of immortality as a plot device?

Rather than just being about No Bullet Can Penetrate Me, I Am Invincible! being civilisations have risen and fallen in the time between my two breaths. I have survived extinction. I have witnessed the heat death of the universe. Like.. how long does it take before an old folk tale about a child forsaken by death breeds new religion?

#ok so this was longer than I meant it to be #but it's just hntnnrhrhhgrgskalsjdks #yeah #immortality #my writing #it's probably a bit rough around the edges but I kind of just had to get that out

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Going a bit insane again thinking about how far could you push the limits of immortality as a plot device?

Rather than just being about No Bullet Can Penetrate Me, I Am Invincible! being civilisations have risen and fallen in the time between my two breaths. I have survived extinction. I have witnessed the heat death of the universe. Like.. how long does it take before an old folk tale about a child forsaken by death breeds new religion?

#sorry but there’s so many possibilities #I only ever see immortality in a relatively short range life #even in things like Doctor who which feature immortals who last up until the end of the universe they’re still.. people. they’re still #semblances of the human beings they once more #let them be monstrous #let them become the wild and ancient terrors that we hear about in thousand year old stories #pleeaaassseeeeee

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#551

The damp of the cave walls dripped steadily against the stones, the darkness felt loud; close and all consuming. You feel him stop walking, the rush of air that returns to your neck and the echo of silence where there was footsteps.

“There’s no light at the end of this tunnel.” He says. You know he’s not just talking about the cave.

“Maybe not. But that’s why we brought matches.”

#writing #prompts #writing prompts #is this a metaphor for something? i guess #just Feeling It today #daily dose of writing

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#550

“You’ve got two legs, just walk away!”

So she did. She walked, and she walked, until she walked herself off the edge of the world

#daily dose of writing #writing #prompts #writing prompts #magical realism #story prompts #story ideas #dialogue prompts #writing ideas #fantasy

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#549

“So what do you think?”

“I love that idea!! The only thing I’d love more was if you did not do it!!”

#daily dose of writing #writing #prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #story prompts #story ideas

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#548

This story starts like many of its kind don’t, with a damsel, taking care of herself, and a beautiful maiden, who was free.

#writing #prompts #writing prompts #story prompts #daily dose of writing #story ideas #writing ideas

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#547

“I have no gods to pray to,” he admitted, “so instead I begged for you.”

#writing #prompts #writing prompts #story prompts #dialogue prompts #daily dose of writing #story ideas #writing ideas

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#546

Out with your friends one night, you jokingly said “I’d kill for another slice” while eating at the new (and now the best) Pizza place together. Given that this was a night where none of you consumed alcohol, only copious amounts of the luxurious Italian disc, you’re trying to manage only looking a little surprised when the next morning the Reaper shows up on your doorstep, requesting you make good on your words, lest you be all bark and no bite.

Submitted by @gladiator-gladiolus

#writing #prompts #writing prompts #story prompts #story ideas #daily dose of writing #writing ideas

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#545

"Yes, I'm loved now, but at what cost?"

#writing #writing prompts #prompts #story prompts #story ideas #writing ideas #writeblr #daily dose of writing #submission #love prompts #dialogue prompts

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hi! can you do a prompt or dialogue where 2 brothers fall in love with the same girl? thank youu!! <3

#544

You and your brother have always been close, barely a year apart and being constantly told that you’re almost identical. This has never been a problem. That is, until you end up talking to a wonderful girl at your friends party and going back to hers, only to find out a few months later that she didn’t think you were you at all, and rather your brother, and neither him nor her seem to have realised you slept with your brothers girlfriend

#ask #writing #prompts #writing prompts #romance #daily dose of writing #story prompts #story ideas #writing ideas

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#543

“I would die for you. Kill for you. I would do anything at all for you if you found peace or pleasure or whatever else from it. Please, please, let me burn the world around us for you.”

“No.”

#writing #prompts #writing prompts #story prompts #dialogue prompts #daily dose of writing #story ideas #writing ideas

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#542

"Do you consider yourself a disappointment?"

"Always and forever, baby." *finger guns*

#writing #writing prompts #prompts #story prompts #story ideas #writing ideas #writeblr #daily dose of writing #submission

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#541

A bunch of weird omens seem to suggest that a group of high schoolers are about to be dragged into their Magical Destiny, this doesn’t go quite as planned though, when instead their middle aged teachers accidentally take their place

#writing #prompts #writing prompts #story prompts #story ideas #daily dose of writing #writing ideas

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#540

A passing adventurer comes across one of those cryptic old bog-lady types, who stops half way through her unintelligible prophecy about destiny and sighs:

“God I’m fed up of this. Reckon I’ll move to a different bog, it’ll be a nice change of scenery.”

Then she turns to the adventurer, “Hey kid, you wouldn’t happen to want a new job.”

And the adventurer, who’d been having second thoughts the whole journey, thinks what the hell? And sits down in the damp hole, awaiting the next unsuspecting person to pass by

#writing #prompts #writing prompts #story prompts #dialogue prompts #daily dose of writing #story ideas #writing ideas #not a great one I know but i need to post something fr