Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Inspired by Pyper Layne
In a dystopian world, at the age of 21 everyone gets plugged in to a virtual world that varies depending on how morally good they were in their real life. Your protagonist gets a shock when they enter their virtual world.
Writings
VR
I take a deep breath. Swallowing down a terrifying mixture of emotions and worries, I lean forward and close my eyes. What’s the worst thing that could happen? It’s a virtual world. There’s no chance I could be hurt or anything… Every twenty-one year old goes through this process, and most of them have been completely fine. Why would I be any different? I’ve worked my whole life for this… I’ve bee...
Simulation Commence
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Surprise
I woke up to hear seagulls outside my window. Strange I don’t live near the ocean. But wait this isn’t my house. I’m confused and scared. There’s a knock on the door and a man comes in.”Your pepermint tea, my lady” As I take it I almost drop it because of how shaky my hands are. The man starts to leave but I grab on to his arm to stop him. My voice shaky I ask him “Were am I? Why does everything l...
glowing light
In the twilight of an era marred by societal decay, humanity sought solace in a novel solution—a virtual world crafted to reflect one's moral compass. As the clock struck 21 for every soul, they were seamlessly plugged into a digital existence, a manifestation of their life's choices and ethical code.
Among the throngs of entrants was Eli, a young soul burdened by the weight of a turbulent past. ...
Kindness Goes A Long Way
The golden crown shined so bright it blinded by eyes
The once tattered jeans I wore now turned to a lovely dress that spanned down a whole foot
Elegant white gloves
With lace coating them
I walked down the hallway towards the crown
Stumbling over my dress and heels
I let out a faint mutter
How could this be real...
Chains
Tanner opened his eyes couldn’t make out much. It was dark, his eyes needed time to adjust. Out of instinct he reached up to rub his eyes but his hands didn’t raise higher than his shoulders. They were stopped abruptly by hard metal around each wrist. Out of fear he stood but his wrist pulled him down this time. He was trapped. He sat back down and tried to get a better picture of his situation. N...
Solitary Confinement
They entered their world.
The click thrusted their senses,
Far from reality and into fantasy
A world of painful white.
Like an endless confinement room
With only a book and pen on the ground,
They walked in a direction,
Searching for change.
Before they were met with the book and pen.
Taking them they began to walk again.
The white continued to pierce the endless tile
And though holding the book...
Therapy With Satan
Oh hell nah.
“Not today Satan” I say, turning to walk out the HERE LIES THE END door with the San Serif font. I hate that stupid font.
“Not so fast” Satan calls out, and I halt. Walking away from a 3D rendered Satan may not be the best idea, especially when I have no clue where to go.
So I turn back and stand in front of Satan, crossing my arms.
“I know I was an asshole, but was I so bad I en...
Welcome to Animus
His lungs inflating, Toby took in a long deep breath.
“Little pinch and exhale,” the technician said. “You’re doing great.”
Squeezing the firm hospital grade vinyl, Toby tensed as the needle slid into his vein. He’d waited his whole life for this movement. Global warming, pollution, reality television, unfettered warfare, the world had gone to shit. No scientific miracle was going to repair ozo...
Second Chance
I expect flames. Or ice. Disaster. Chaos.
Something bad.
Instead when I open my eyes, I see trees and a blue, clear sky. It’s quiet, no birds chirping or leaves rustling.
My childhood wasn’t the easiest, not that anyone’s is. I did a lot of things I wish I did differently, but I survived to 21.
A cozy cabin stood in a green, lush clearing. Secluded but beautiful.
Something washes over me. I...