The Lonely Skeptic

all alone on my high horse

Put a sentence in my inbox and I shall write a story.

thelonelyskeptic:

It’ll probably be a very, very short story, but still.

(via the-apost4te)

knightterrors said: The man was not exceptional or extraordinary, and in fact passed beneath notice of the most invisible of society's outcasts.

The man was not exceptional or extraordinary, and in fact passed beneath notice of the most invisible of society’s outcasts.

He remembered having a name once, but couldn’t remember what it was. He remembered having a wife, too, but couldn’t remember her face. Perhaps she wasn’t his wife. Perhaps she had been his girlfriend? Sister? Mother? He didn’t remember. He only remembered that she was once someone he knew.

He knew he must have had a father, too. A family. But he couldn’t remember. All he could really remember was how to walk, how to move down the streets in a nice and normal gait, how to wave hello at people who don’t see him, how to behave in a way that is unobtrusive and polite.

All he remembered was politeness.

He wasn’t even a ghost. The only thing he haunted was himself.

theliterarybreaker said: "So many dreams, on the shelf..."

"So many dreams, on the shelf…" The old man words drifted off. They lingered in the air like notes of perfume. "I used to have so many dreams there. Night after night I would choose another and another to have, no dream the same. I dreamt of castles and kingdoms and crocodiles. I dreamt of snow and soft feathers and the curves of so many women." The old man looked at his shelf now, empty except for a single book. "I wasted so many of them. Only one left now. The last dream I shall ever have." He closes his eyes. "I dare not dream again."

Put a sentence in my inbox and I shall write a story.

thelonelyskeptic:

It’ll probably be a very, very short story, but still.

the-apost4te said: The scared light cracks and disappears, and leads the scorched ones here.

The scared light cracks and disappears, and leads the scorched ones here. They do not want to kill us or maim us. They may be demons, their faces charred, their flesh burned, but they come not out of malice, but in search of mercy. They are in pain, so much pain. They are refugees in search only of rest, a bed, some food. That is something we are not willing to part with, however, and send them on their way back to Hell.

the-apost4te said: What if we've got a verse of song lyrics? Would you write a story based on those?

Well, I was going to use the sentence as the first sentence of the story. So, uh, you could give me one lyric and I can try that.

Put a sentence in my inbox and I shall write a story.

It’ll probably be a very, very short story, but still.

boywhocriedwerewolf:

#no one was sadder about firefly’s cancellation than nathan fillion
brianmichaelbendis:

Captain Supermarket (Army of Darkness’ title in Japan)

brianmichaelbendis:

Captain Supermarket (Army of Darkness’ title in Japan)

(Source: alexhchung)

dickheadbenadict:

vaultedthewall:

skullspeare:

bead-bead:

awwww-cute:

These cats live in our office, this is where they sleep

Have you considered only one cat sleeps there, and the rest are……

copycats?

Fuck you all I work at a printing press and I laughed so hard I hurt myself.

that would be a cat-scan

dickheadbenadict:

vaultedthewall:

skullspeare:

bead-bead:

awwww-cute:

These cats live in our office, this is where they sleep

Have you considered only one cat sleeps there, and the rest are……

copycats?

Fuck you all I work at a printing press and I laughed so hard I hurt myself.

that would be a cat-scan

(via cloveryields)

tims-sideburns:

baroness:


Your copy of (Monsters That Vaguely Resemble) People came in the mail today.

oh my god

I’m interested in knowing the secret

tims-sideburns:

baroness:

Your copy of (Monsters That Vaguely Resemble) People came in the mail today.

oh my god

I’m interested in knowing the secret

(Source: silver-wyvern, via cutewithoutthe)

what. i just…how…did he just…i don’t know even…
How can you fail at science that badly?
victoriousvocabulary:

FATIDICAL
[adjective]
having power to foretell future events; prophetic; fatiloquent.
Etymology: from Latin fātidicus, from fātum, “fate” + dīcere, “to say”.
[Tom Bagshaw - Cassandra]

victoriousvocabulary:

FATIDICAL

[adjective]

having power to foretell future events; prophetic; fatiloquent.

Etymology: from Latin fātidicus, from fātum, “fate” + dīcere, “to say”.

[Tom Bagshaw - Cassandra]

blufemmedic:

the-voice-of-nightvale:

boozebimbosandbreezers:

lifehackable:

See More Daily Life Hacks Here

[[Lifehack: Waste underpaid workers time and make it harder for them to fill their quotas because you’re a giant asshole]]

[Please don’t fucking do this. I worked as a telemarketer for three years and it was awful. People are absolutely horrible to you when you really are only trying to do your job. You get insulted like Whoa for little things. People make jabs at your personal life/life choices even though they only know your voice and you get shouted at nearly every day. Contrary to popular belief, they ARE allowed to hang up and we ARE allowed to report your number if you’re doing/saying anything threatening or are verbally abusing us, and you will get a call from authorities if it’s bad enough. It is exactly the same as if you were to walk in to a Target, or walmart and begin slandering someone at the help desk. It’s not cute. You’re not funny. Don’t.]]

^this.

blufemmedic:

the-voice-of-nightvale:

boozebimbosandbreezers:

lifehackable:

See More Daily Life Hacks Here

[[Lifehack: Waste underpaid workers time and make it harder for them to fill their quotas because you’re a giant asshole]]

[Please don’t fucking do this. I worked as a telemarketer for three years and it was awful. People are absolutely horrible to you when you really are only trying to do your job. You get insulted like Whoa for little things. People make jabs at your personal life/life choices even though they only know your voice and you get shouted at nearly every day. 

Contrary to popular belief, they ARE allowed to hang up and we ARE allowed to report your number if you’re doing/saying anything threatening or are verbally abusing us, and you will get a call from authorities if it’s bad enough. 

It is exactly the same as if you were to walk in to a Target, or walmart and begin slandering someone at the help desk. It’s not cute. You’re not funny. Don’t.]]

^this.

(via avoicefromyouandme)