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Write a short story about someone (could be yourself or made up character) protecting something they care about. There is no real limit on words, but if it's too long I probably won't read it.
Empress_Omnii
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I wack evil vampire! I protect myself from evil vampire! The end!
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Alright, I said short, but I didn't mean this short. I meant like nothing over 4k words.
Empress_Omnii
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And here I was... crafting a wonderful story that fit all your requirements. I even managed to fit a vampire in the story!
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They never tell you what it's like after the bite.
Sure you've gotta deal with the rabies shot, the runaround the neighborhood holding your bandaged arm, and tell everyone how you fucked up so they know it ain't a dog out there. It's embarrassing and painful as your flesh stitches itself back from a walk at night gone wrong, having missed the right signs and being *just* lucky enough to survive.
Depending on your diet, you figured it would be a simple enough waste of twelve or so hours once a month.
That is, until the first month actually passes and you wake up halfway through the solid oak door your grandfather installed to the cellar and the radiator you chained yourself to (A glorified bike lock really) hanging off the torn-up stairs. There are some claw marks in the cement that you're meaning to patch up the past two shifts but instead invested the money in chains.
Big, heavy, chains that feel more solid than the bones they're posting to the wall. You're unable to focus due to the tranquilizer that you shuttled into your dinner with more injected in the raw steak you're leaving in a bowl just barely in reach; the gas station cashier gives you weird looks when you stop by on Tuesdays for gas and jerky for this monthly investment you had special ordered.
With your unmitted hand, you secure the oversized dog muzzle and lean back as your spine begins to pop and shift under your skin, barely able to slide on the remaining mitt as you give your body up for its monthly mischief.
Maybe you could buy some more dog toys too? That might help decrease the repairs needed.
Sure you've gotta deal with the rabies shot, the runaround the neighborhood holding your bandaged arm, and tell everyone how you fucked up so they know it ain't a dog out there. It's embarrassing and painful as your flesh stitches itself back from a walk at night gone wrong, having missed the right signs and being *just* lucky enough to survive.
Depending on your diet, you figured it would be a simple enough waste of twelve or so hours once a month.
That is, until the first month actually passes and you wake up halfway through the solid oak door your grandfather installed to the cellar and the radiator you chained yourself to (A glorified bike lock really) hanging off the torn-up stairs. There are some claw marks in the cement that you're meaning to patch up the past two shifts but instead invested the money in chains.
Big, heavy, chains that feel more solid than the bones they're posting to the wall. You're unable to focus due to the tranquilizer that you shuttled into your dinner with more injected in the raw steak you're leaving in a bowl just barely in reach; the gas station cashier gives you weird looks when you stop by on Tuesdays for gas and jerky for this monthly investment you had special ordered.
With your unmitted hand, you secure the oversized dog muzzle and lean back as your spine begins to pop and shift under your skin, barely able to slide on the remaining mitt as you give your body up for its monthly mischief.
Maybe you could buy some more dog toys too? That might help decrease the repairs needed.
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Man, those are some brutal monthly wolf transformations.
This reads like a DND campaign (especially Omnii arguing with Envy, as GM, and Melchi acting as a typical rogue). As such...
While Melchi is liberating the cattle from their slavery to the grandfather/farmer, I'm in the farmhouse preparing a steak dinner for Hound and I as I seduce him during the transformation.
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You will not seduce Hound. That's what I will do.
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Warning (!): Sh*tpost story, very American, Cringe.
Super Short (SS) story title:
> Self-defense 4 Confidence
My name is Jack Lopez. I'm a type of person who protects everything own, care and love. From friends, cousins, and my own family. Even if they are dead objects.
So how do I protect them?
It hard to answer, all of them have different requirement. Let me set some examples.
For my family, or many of my relatives who are drafted into the military. I threate- I mean ask the Army General nicely. I always love pointing the gun on their forehead. The smell of their salty tears, and fear releasing from their bodies. It just never gets better then that.
Next is my dead objects. Let say is a plane. It would be easy! I let out some cheap counter measures, that is flares I get from a bla- I mean, a officially signed military contract. Even I put some AIM-120s in my civilian planes, let say one of them is a Boeing 757-200. Those missiles are used to track another missile that are target locked on using radars. Although, they are very expensive, each time if I fire them
How about my Yacth? I put at least four Rheinmetall 120mm guns in turrets with APFSDS ammunition. It is more enough to penetrate all types of boat armor. Even enough to penetrate a iowa class battleship armor at flat angle. Although, there will be none explosives, other then shrapnel in the rounds within itself. But, if hits the enemy ammunition storage, it is going to be a hell of a firework show.
I'm off from my beach chair, felt my foot touching the warm ceramic floor, and I stretch my arms upwards. I look at my wrist watch. It was 5:30pm.
I should get inside, things going get chilly tonight.
I walk away from my beach chair, and stop in front of a doorway. I turn the door' handle, and push the door. I walk through the door. I pull the door' handle to close it.
This is my house. It have a self defense system equipped with four CIWS (Close-In Weapon System). Enough to scare any stranglers, thieves, or equivalent to get into my house. Even some who get killed, I will let nature take them over their dead bodies.
I walk down the stairs carefully, until I reach the second floor.
I went into my bathroom, and take off my clothes. I rinse in the shower, cleaning my body from any form of dirt. After that, I dry it off with my white towel.
I went into my bedroom. I open my wardrobe, and search a perfect clothes to sleep. Behind my clothes have more guns. They are assault rifles, perfect enough if I do not have enough guns for self defense.
I put on my clothes. It smelled great, it felt dry, and warm. I went onto my bed, and look at my smartphone. I tap a social media app on the touchscreen, and scroll down (the doom scroll).
As time of night continue without notice. I naturally went to sleep blissfully. Until my beauty sleep is disturbed at 3:30am.
I woke up, with my eyes blinking. I hurry up to get off from bed. I grab my shotgun as I hear my CIWS whining up, and firing outside.
I look on the window. There was four off-road vehicles color in black going fast in the grassy field. There is one hand came out from its door' window, firing a flare gun. It distracts my CIWS, as I saw rain bullet traces going up.
Son of a &#-$h
One of the off-road vehicles crash into my house. I can feel the small quake on the second floor. I went down to the first floor, look at the destruction.
"Hey you went into the wrong house."
Four men from each vehicles came out, twelve in total. One of them look at me, it was their leader.
"Don't worry about it. Now, come with us quitely, Jack Lopez."
I frown, and I hold my shotgun tighter.
"Quite rude for a guest, who created a destruction in my personal property."
They hold up their assault rifle with red dot lasers. The Leader snickered.
"Very funny. Will you follow us or not? Answer the question!"
I grin, pull up and aim my shotgun.
"How about, No."
I fired one of the members on the head, knocking one of them out. Soon, they firing upon me with storm troopers aim. Rain of bullets storm the hallway. Glass shatter glasses, and chip off many concrete on the walls.
I take another aim, and fire another one with a slug shot. It hits another in their head. Then load in another shot.
Two down, ten more to go
Three of them flank me from my right side. I quickly rush towards them. I fire my shotgun one of them, and use my foot to knock another one of them back. The last one in the flank, they opened up a knife from their pocket. Swinging down on my lower body.
I grab one of their arm, and use my knee to break one of their arms. They scream in pain.
Five down, five to go.
I load another shell into my shotgun, taking out another men. Then another, another, and another. Until finally one is left.
"Just give up, you are the only one left."
The Leader drop their assault rifle.
"Fine, I surrendered."
I get closer to them, then a grin grew on their face. Then they open up a knife from behind, swing towards my upper body
"Gotcha, I got you n-"
I knock their knife in their hands by swinging my shotgun. Then I quick aim my shotgun on their head, and fire my final shotgun shell.
"Shame on you. You should live longer if gone live quietly."
I look at the sun on horizon slowly going up. I take a cigarette from one of their soldier in their uniform, along with a lighter. I look at my house, and the following bodies piles up.
What a pain to clean up.
From there, at least I know I already protect that I already have. There will be more to come, and who know what the future of fate will bring to me.
Super Short (SS) story title:
> Self-defense 4 Confidence
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Somewhere in a nice sunny day, a house up to three stories high on a large grassy field. At the roof, there is a man relax on his foldable beach chair with sunglasses on. He take a sip of his favorite drink.
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My name is Jack Lopez. I'm a type of person who protects everything own, care and love. From friends, cousins, and my own family. Even if they are dead objects.
So how do I protect them?
It hard to answer, all of them have different requirement. Let me set some examples.
For my family, or many of my relatives who are drafted into the military. I threate- I mean ask the Army General nicely. I always love pointing the gun on their forehead. The smell of their salty tears, and fear releasing from their bodies. It just never gets better then that.
Next is my dead objects. Let say is a plane. It would be easy! I let out some cheap counter measures, that is flares I get from a bla- I mean, a officially signed military contract. Even I put some AIM-120s in my civilian planes, let say one of them is a Boeing 757-200. Those missiles are used to track another missile that are target locked on using radars. Although, they are very expensive, each time if I fire them
How about my Yacth? I put at least four Rheinmetall 120mm guns in turrets with APFSDS ammunition. It is more enough to penetrate all types of boat armor. Even enough to penetrate a iowa class battleship armor at flat angle. Although, there will be none explosives, other then shrapnel in the rounds within itself. But, if hits the enemy ammunition storage, it is going to be a hell of a firework show.
I'm off from my beach chair, felt my foot touching the warm ceramic floor, and I stretch my arms upwards. I look at my wrist watch. It was 5:30pm.
I should get inside, things going get chilly tonight.
I walk away from my beach chair, and stop in front of a doorway. I turn the door' handle, and push the door. I walk through the door. I pull the door' handle to close it.
This is my house. It have a self defense system equipped with four CIWS (Close-In Weapon System). Enough to scare any stranglers, thieves, or equivalent to get into my house. Even some who get killed, I will let nature take them over their dead bodies.
I walk down the stairs carefully, until I reach the second floor.
I went into my bathroom, and take off my clothes. I rinse in the shower, cleaning my body from any form of dirt. After that, I dry it off with my white towel.
I went into my bedroom. I open my wardrobe, and search a perfect clothes to sleep. Behind my clothes have more guns. They are assault rifles, perfect enough if I do not have enough guns for self defense.
I put on my clothes. It smelled great, it felt dry, and warm. I went onto my bed, and look at my smartphone. I tap a social media app on the touchscreen, and scroll down (the doom scroll).
---
As time of night continue without notice. I naturally went to sleep blissfully. Until my beauty sleep is disturbed at 3:30am.
I woke up, with my eyes blinking. I hurry up to get off from bed. I grab my shotgun as I hear my CIWS whining up, and firing outside.
I look on the window. There was four off-road vehicles color in black going fast in the grassy field. There is one hand came out from its door' window, firing a flare gun. It distracts my CIWS, as I saw rain bullet traces going up.
Son of a &#-$h
One of the off-road vehicles crash into my house. I can feel the small quake on the second floor. I went down to the first floor, look at the destruction.
"Hey you went into the wrong house."
Four men from each vehicles came out, twelve in total. One of them look at me, it was their leader.
"Don't worry about it. Now, come with us quitely, Jack Lopez."
I frown, and I hold my shotgun tighter.
"Quite rude for a guest, who created a destruction in my personal property."
They hold up their assault rifle with red dot lasers. The Leader snickered.
"Very funny. Will you follow us or not? Answer the question!"
I grin, pull up and aim my shotgun.
"How about, No."
I fired one of the members on the head, knocking one of them out. Soon, they firing upon me with storm troopers aim. Rain of bullets storm the hallway. Glass shatter glasses, and chip off many concrete on the walls.
I take another aim, and fire another one with a slug shot. It hits another in their head. Then load in another shot.
Two down, ten more to go
Three of them flank me from my right side. I quickly rush towards them. I fire my shotgun one of them, and use my foot to knock another one of them back. The last one in the flank, they opened up a knife from their pocket. Swinging down on my lower body.
I grab one of their arm, and use my knee to break one of their arms. They scream in pain.
Five down, five to go.
I load another shell into my shotgun, taking out another men. Then another, another, and another. Until finally one is left.
"Just give up, you are the only one left."
The Leader drop their assault rifle.
"Fine, I surrendered."
I get closer to them, then a grin grew on their face. Then they open up a knife from behind, swing towards my upper body
"Gotcha, I got you n-"
I knock their knife in their hands by swinging my shotgun. Then I quick aim my shotgun on their head, and fire my final shotgun shell.
"Shame on you. You should live longer if gone live quietly."
I look at the sun on horizon slowly going up. I take a cigarette from one of their soldier in their uniform, along with a lighter. I look at my house, and the following bodies piles up.
What a pain to clean up.
From there, at least I know I already protect that I already have. There will be more to come, and who know what the future of fate will bring to me.
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I don't know why. This is fun.
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Average tuesday for a mentally stable american love it