Idea of the Day-A.I.

A.I. (Story Idea)

In the VERY far future, humans have been confined to a massive facility where they are selected by officials to have their intelligence and mind be put into a robot/computer, A.K.A. artificial intelligence. Of course, the people DON'T want this to happen to them, and will try to prevent this, but will either wind up dead or as an A.I. The protagonist finds messages etched into the walls directing her to safety...and worse...rebellion. 

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Idea of the Day-Red Onyx

Red Onyx (Story Idea)

Timothy Trent, a Cryptozoologist, stumbles upon an abandoned salt mine in Wilderborn, Alaska. The town is one of those weird places where the sun doesn't set, except for a few times a year. The salt mine had lost contact with the outside world years ago. In the most massive chamber of the mine, he finds bodies littered around the place, with their eyes turned to red glowing stones. They seem to have uncovered part of an underground temple before being slaughtered. Timothy, the genius, goes inside the temple and finds his way to a room with a pedestal in the center. A single stone sits upon it, smooth and glowing a blood-colored red. When he touches the stone, he accidentally and at first unknowingly unleashes a humanoid monster/alien/creature thing that escapes into the nearby town and begins to kill people. Timothy sees it as his duty to figure out how to stop the menace. One problem, though. The monster's only known weakness is moonlight...

I will likely post small excerpts from this soon.

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Idea of the Day-The Taunter

The Taunter:

There is a creature that lives in the woods. One unlike any poisonous dragon, ghastly phantom, vicious undead. Tell me, what is it you desire most? Love? Riches? Fame? Whatever you crave, whatever you seek in those treacherous caverns, you will find. But I warn you, DON'T go near it. It's the Taunter, using your most burning wishes to draw you in. And then it will strike, and there will be nothing you can do about it. 

But there is a way; a way to thrust it into a paradox that will end its merciless life. Think: what can you want that will kill it? No weapon, or anything of the sort, but a being. The one that kills the monster. And if you desire that, if that's what you really want, it will drop to the ground and perish.

*This was based off of a concept created by my friend Ben Bartnik. 

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Character Sketch-Mattias Thrawn

Mattias Thrawn
Age- 21
Gender- Male
Eye Color- Gray
Hair Color- Red
Features- Tall; soft hair; clean skin; sharp facial bone structure
Personality- Respects everything, but fears nothing; has strong morals; is very serious and rarely smiles; usually very calm and never gives up; is clever and good with words
Flaw(s)- Puts efficiency in front of kindness
Mannerisms- Stares hard at people when in conversation; slightly purses lips when annoyed
Race(s)- Caucasian
Skin Tone- Tan
Attitude- Neutral and quiet in a strong way
Voice- Texan




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Idea of the Day-The Mask

The Mask:

Nightmares happen when you're not dreaming.

The figure, slowly stepping across the ashen dirt of the streets, proves that fact. Old buildings being reduced to rubble from its charred flamethrower crumble in fire in its wake, the blood stained hatchet in its hand glinting in the cold red moonlight. But worst of all, its mask-- that old, lifeless gas mask that makes a rasping hiss whenever the killer breathes. And tonight, mercy has no meaning.

The people in the streets run to wherever they can hide; there's no fighting back. And we all know that someone will be left behind, trapped by happenstance under the shadows of the sky. It will be no time before it finds that one unfortunate person, and we will never see them again. 

Sometimes I think it's a ghost.

Or an alien.

Or a prankster.

But none of those things can match what walks in the streets tonight.

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INVASION

INVASION
By T. B. Ward

INVASION.

The huge Times Square signs blink the same word, on and off, tilted at awkward angles. 

INVASION.

One word continuously zooms across the Ticker, which is now broken and lies on the wrecked New York pavement. 

INVASION.

An old newspaper flies by, drifting along on the slow undercurrents of the wind. Big black letters on the front page make out the headline.

INVASION.

They'll be back. They, who came in tall, four-legged walkers and who rode in massive ships. They picked us off, one by one, taking us away and killing any who resisted.

INVASION.

We fought. Believe me, we battled 'till California tumbled into the sea and Lady Liberty's head flew to where no one could dream of.

But it wasn't enough.

INVASION.

They'll come back some day.

And God help us when they do.


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The Creeper-A Six Sentence Story

The Creeper-A Six Sentence Story
By T. B. Ward


When the Creeper got out of its underground burrow, there was chaos in New Littleton, Pennsylvania. it prowled the nighttime streets, staring into windows and standing over sleeping people who would wake up and see it, then as soon as they looked away, it would vanish.
One night, police officer Jerry Kyles was out patrolling the streets, searching for the Creeper. He continuously glanced at his radar screen, as a small green dot approached the center. Then, just outside of his car, the Creeper came into view, making its noise, an eerie RAH-AH-AH, RAH-AH-AH. Not thinking, Officer Kyles stepped on the pedal, slamming into the creature and so ending the terror of the Creeper.


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