Prompt 38

Write about completion. Use the word "hairless."

Prompt 37

Write about your pants.

"Wanted For Hire" by Will Lewis

We were on the road and almost there, but I was getting nervous. If we weren't back in time, I'd have to find some other way to sweet talk my way into being able to submit my resume. It was already late, and I didn't feel like I could afford another day gone by without its residence within The Break Broker Institution. I told August to hit the gas.

"What?" She said. "Faster? We're already going 75 and the speed limit is 55!"

"Faster." I said. "I neeeeed this job. It's the Break Brokers, come on!"

"No way, this highway is always riddled with piggies!"

"I'll show you piggy!"

I extended my leg over the console and jammed my foot onto the gas.

"Gary, stop!"

We went from 75 to 100 miles per hour in no time, and I was pleased with that nice, doubly round number as a maximum.

"Just calm down and steer. I'm not letting go, so you may as well just concentrate on taking half of the initiative to get us home safe."

She glared over to me in admittance of defeat and shifted her head forward into a more focused stance. We must have been driving for a half hour before a policeman pulled over.

"License and registra- AGAHHHGHH"

"Gary, where the hell did that gun come from!? And what the fuck did you just do!?"

"I always keep a six-shooter in my glove box. And honey, that jooooob! What the hell was I supposed to do!?"

Prompt 36

End a free write with "What the hell was I supposed to do!?"

"Seven" by Will Lewis

And it was made to rubble.

Seven piles of seven stones each now created in a circle before me, subsequent to a trickle of fire that rained from the sky.
Seven deaths entailed the seven broken bodies that were now cast off the edge of the rock precipice that was once a great tower's base.
Seven ships continued to fire seven volleys into a now-crumbling cliff, which was now leaning and falling towards a red sea.

And I realize that for the past seven years, we could have never have hoped to reach the heavens by erecting such an edifice. Because of our lust for power, we are banished to an eternal state of unrecognizable babble, further twisting our broken aspirations in the faces of our true likeness and communicating only nonsense.

I look down at the ground and see the piles of rock that lay in front of me. The amount of days it took Him to bring me into being. The amount of years it took us to reach Him. The amount of minutes it took His elite to decimate our endeavors.

The sky is red and we begin our last book. It is my Revelation.

"Untitled" by DJ Maltron

"Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?

Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven." (Matthew 18:21-22)

I'm pretty upset that the first thing I thought of when reading today's prompt was this specific passage. Curse you indoctrination! I remember when I first heard this verse, I took Jesus quite literally and decided I only needed to forgive people seventy times seven (four hundred ninety) times. Now that I think about it, I'm sure that quota has been met, so I doubt I'll forgive anyone anymore. Jesus told me to stop.

I don't know what it is about that Bible and the number seven. Seven days of creation, seven seals are opened to destroy the world, etc. Many believe the number seven is somehow divine because of its overabundance. I sure as hell don't. Attributing divinity to a numerical values is a slippery slope to absolute stupidity.

Have you noticed how much people love the number seven? If you ask somebody to think of a number between one and ten, they will statistically think of seven. There are seven days in the week. Dumbasses will tell you that Final Fantasy 7 is the best in the series.

God, could we possibly suck seven's dick any more?

Fuck seven.

I'm skipping it from here on out.

Six goes straight to eight.

Take that seven.

I hope you die.

Prompt 35

Write about destruction. Use the word "seven" at least seven times.

"Tar" by Matthew Zuniga

Quote was the war machine

and he was the path down the wayside –

how I got sick of everything.

What he said, the whole lot of it

was sleep and lies and

my actions are my own and they will not burden you

but they did and I carried his

syllables and structures

in a bag across the desert.

He was the son of man,

he was you,

he was them

talking,

using,

buying,

shitting it all out in fashion

and conspiracy smiles

running on tar like a gold-digger’s lungs.

This is your milestone

plodding onward.

(his) (your) (their) name was in every advertisement

(he) (you) (they) moved so many

mountains that wanted to be left alone.

(he’s) (you’re) (they’re) identical catalogues

dressing up and waiting to die.

Quote is on the front page of the news today:

Renewable Energy: Solution Found

The Sink Pathetic (a cruise ship)

cries her crocodile tears

and floats on them across continents!

if you wake up a bear

if you like your anatomy

don’t look at me

I hate you very much

Prompt 34

Write about a man named Quote.

Prompt 33

Write about a stinky bag.

Prompt 32

Write about a seizure.

"Love Is War" By Matt Rudie

Classified beyond all reason

Kept hidden all year, all four seasons

Until it was time to send out the truth

A bottle is the messenger, no phone no booth

The empty wine, that tonight has drowned my sorrow

Will be used as a weapon you will face tomorrow

Its important that the message stays confidential

For leaked to the wrong ears could be quite consequential

The briefing from you to me made quite clear so long ago

This vendetta of mine in this message will forever flow

I’m no war hero like William Wallace with the gift of a thistle

I’m a coward who must send my message hidden in both a bottle and missile

The sidewinder will find its goal

To this I have no concern

My reconnaissance team knows your heart and sole

I pray to God for a direct hit, crash and burn

Locked on now no turning back

This empty bottle of wine and missile, my own weapon rack

I press the red button it’s sent and thats a fact

Hold onto your heart prepare for impact.

Prompt 31

Write about a message in a bottle in a missile.

Prompt 30

Write about pincers.

"Untitled" by Will Lewis

Damn, he's tall! No wonder things get done around here. I've been hearing about this "tallest man in the world" town for some time, and I wasn't necessarily sure what to make of the flower baskets hung on the streetlights as I made my way into town. Couldn't really make my mind up over the fifteen foot basketball hoop mounted to the "Welcome to Frensberg" sign, or the ladderless fire engine that I noticed upon passing the Frensberg Fire Station. Damn. The town met my expectations for "world's biggest dog," too, but I wasn't all that impressed with the "world's smallest combustion engine." They weren't able to demonstrate because it was sealed in a glass case, so I doubt it worked. Anyways, hope you're having fun manning the fort. We'll start back north after we witness the "world's ugliest frog" tomorrow and get ourselves fueled at the "world's shittiest restaurant," McDonald's. Give Axel my love!

<3 Jeremy

"Untitled" by DJ Maltron

"Damn, he's tall!"

"Quite, but not as tall as he will be! You see, with the Ubermensch Initiative, we can push humanity to its truest potentials. By implementing our synthetic organs and limbs, while manipulating how specific genes will act, we have the ability to cross all sorts of physical boundaries.

"Daniel here, standing at eleven feet, two inches, may be the tallest man on earth. However, after the seventy-three hour procedure, he will stand at a towering eighteen feet!"

"Well that's...interesting."

"What? Are you not impressed?"

"No, yeah, it's impressive to be sure. I guess I'm just trying to figure out why. I mean, are we going to to put him to work trimming trees? I just don't understand why we can't be content at our current height. Why must we 'cross physical boundaries' just for its own sake?"

"Well we're on the path the the Ubermensch! It's in our name and everything! We need to perfect humanity so that we can become something more!"

"Yeah, see, I'm not sure you're really grasping that concept. I don't think we're supposed to be striving to become a species of giants, I think we're supposed to be looking to have a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us."

"Well... You're probably right and everything, but we kind of already have the ball rolling on this one, so, we'll probably stick with it... Still want to invest?"

"Larger Than Life!" by Josh Rambeau

"Damn, he's tall"
So tall when he jumped outta
the plane he didn't fall
he just hit the ground runnin
tripped over some mountains
and started to crawl
started to crawl into the sea
went so deep he created a Tsunami
but he was only knee deep
with his head in the clouds
you couldn't see he
was dreamin of the day he
could come back down to earth
its hard to live above the
the things we love when we
live to be larger than life
we only find a lifetime of strife
lets shrink back down to actual size
and rise back up to the place we belong
and know that being yourself is the real prize

Prompt 29

Begin a free write with "Damn, he's tall!"

"Untitled" by Josh Rambeau

It is so strange how so much depends on our perspectives. Its been countless days since i've seen the light of the sun. And if it had been any other way it might not have lasted so long but in this particular instance my brain will not tell my arm to reach for the door and twist. I will waste away before I see the light of day again. I bask in the soft glow of a dim bulb that sits in the corner of wasteland. I smile though i know not why. Is it peace of mind? Is it the hope of something better? Or is it because it is just simply easier to smile while you're upside down? Or maybe it is simply because the height of this high is finally wearing off? Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to open the door.

"Untitled" by Will Lewis

I looked around as I stumbled through the front door. I wasn't exactly sure of what was outside... I mean, may not have even been all that scary. But, being the pale, writing type, I was much more inclined to explore the recesses of reality through my mind rather than through the actual recesses of reality.

The television had been left on and I wondered by who. And then I wondered as to why there was a television in my house along with a vidcon console, a pile of beef jerky, and an air freshener plugged into the wall. I do not watch television, I stay away from anything digital (or visual, for that matter), I'm a vegetarian, and I'm allergic to traces of chemicals in dryer sheets even. What was all this doing in my single bedroom, single resident home, and who the hell put it here?

Through the static of the television I could see some sort of forest scene, stagnant and motionless aside from the layer of white noise filtering over the image and the steadily moving humanoid figure centered on the screen. Looking down, I noticed that the vidcon console was also left on. At least, that's what I tend to assume when a red light is flashing on the top of an electronic box.

I heard a crash and realized that commotion was still brewing outside. I peered through the blinds to see twenty cyclists rush past the sidewalk out front, obscuring a large man who was walking directly towards my home. I panicked, closed the blinds, turned off the lights, and ran for the front door. As my hand clutched the knob, I was stricken by the oversized wooden plank and subsequently struck the back of my head on the wall. The large, bearded man trudged into my home wearing a large brown leather duster, sporting a wildly rough, unshaven, and untrimmed curly black mop on his face and head. I wouldn't have been able to describe much more due to the slow, but incredibly large strides he demonstrated right through the threshold of my house. Who the h