#bad story

[sadghostgirl14]

I’ve been trying to rewrite our story …

Trying to make you out to be the villain

Instead of the hero

Trying to rewrite it as a bad story

Not worth remembering

But the truth is …

It was still a good story

One of my favorites …

#favorite #favorite story #rewrite #bad story #villain #hero #super villain #remember #truth #truth be told #good story #sadgirl #heartache #heartbreak #relateable #miss you #healing #poetry #sad poem #used to love it #missing him

[myuselessartandstories]

Story #16

Log

Test Day 1:

Subject seems calm. Subject has been told about car accident and about testing schedule. Subject requests room to be dark at all times and for no social interaction. Requests have been reviewed and approved. Subject feels no pain.

Test Day 2:

Subject has been given a journal to record how they feel. Journal additions will be added at the end of daily reports. Subject requests more food. Request is currently being reviewed. Subject seems calm and does not say anything while tests are being taken. Subject feels no pain.

Test Day 3:

Subject has started writing in journal. Request for more food has been denied. Subject is upset, but does not wish to stop testing. Subject has requested more sleep hours. Request is currently being reviewed. Subject says they can hear beyond the walls. New testing for mental health has been issued and will start tomorrow. Subject feels no pain.

It’s boring here. My parents are gone. That’s fine. They didn’t like me anyway. I think something is haunting me. I can hear something past the walls. It’s like a voice. I’m hungry and I’m tired. They won’t give me more food. I don’t know why. I just want to sleep now. They keep asking if I feel pain. I say no. I don’t understand the question.

Test Day 4:

Mental health tests have come back and have no abnormalities. Request for more sleep has been approved, but Subject must now have 30 minutes of mandatory exercise. Subject argues about exercising, and requires physical force to exercise. Subject seems to grow more irritated. Subject feels no pain.

I ask for more sleep and now I have to do more work!? Assholes! I guess I shouldn’t write that. They are reading this, aren’t they? Fine. Let them. Assholes. I’m still hungry and I’m still tired. I’m all itchy now, too. I don’t know if that’s normal. 

Test Day 5:

Journal records have shown Subject feels itchy. Nothing is being changed for this. Subject has been told the itchiness is normal. Subject is annoyed. Subject reports hearing more noises from beyond the wall. More mental health tests have been assigned. Subject feels no pain.

Damnit. I don’t need more tests. I’m just fine! So what if I can hear stuff? Isn’t that normal? Walls aren’t perfectly soundproof, so me hearing stuff just means I have really good hearing! But it’s so noisy. It’s like construction work or something. Whatever. I just want this itch to go away.

Test Day 6:

Subject has not woken up, even from electrical stimulation. Subject has been stationed in clean room under constant surveillance and requires tubes to be fed. All tests have been suspended until further notice. Subject seems uncomfortable as they sleep. Subject has experienced 10 pound weight gain. Subject has slight bumps underneath arms.

Test Day 10:

Subject has finally woken. Subject states being very hungry. Subject has been fed normal amount of food. Subject requests more food. Request approved. Subject has eaten an amount of food equal to 2 weeks of food. Test will resume tomorrow. Bumps underneath arms have grown and have a point. Bumps are now 15 cm in circumference.

Test Day 11:

Tests have resumed. Subject’s mental health has deteriorated. Subject’s cognitive ability has deteriorated. Tests for brain structure have been issued. Results will be reported tomorrow. Subject cannot write in journal due to decreased motor skills. More exercise has been issued. Subject seems irritated. Subject feels slight pain.

Test Day 12:

Subject did not sleep. Subject reports having nightmares the night before. Tests have come back and show brain structure is shrinking. Subject easily bruises now and reports feeling light headed often. Bone is starting to poke out from bumps underneath arms. Subject feels pain.

Test Day 13:

Subject did not sleep again. Tests have been canceled until Subject can sleep. Subject eats 2 weeks worth of food daily now. Subject refuses to exercise and does not respond to physical force. Strength test was issued and show increased physical ability. Scans show increased muscle mass. Subject reports bone protrusions to be extremely itchy. Subject must now wear cuffs to prevent scratching of protrusions. Bone protrusion continues to grow.

Test Day 14:

Subject has escaped. Will report more when Subject is found.

Test Day 20:

Subject has been found at an abandoned house. Subject was found bleeding from bone protrusions. Blood was found under Subject’s fingernails. We assume Subject was scratching at the protrusions. Cognitive abilities continue to decrease, as well as fine motor skills. Muscle mass and weight continue to increase, as well as how much food Subject must consume. Bone protrusions now resemble that of an upper arm. Skin has begun to form around bone protrusions. Log will be on pause for a week as it is a holiday.

Test Day 28:

Subject’s bone protrusions have grown into a full arm. Skin is still forming around the hand area, but it is near complete. Subject can no longer speak and resorts to violence whenever another is nearby. Subject refuses to eat anything besides meat. Subject begins to lose ability in the legs. One scientist lost.

Test Day 156:

Log has been erased following up to this. Test Subject has been put down due to extreme violence. Subject had grown another set of arms. Subject’s canines had grown beyond their mouth’s holding capacity. Subject had formed multiple pairs of eyes. Subject had grown by 230 pounds and brain structure had shrunk by 72%. New test subject is required.

Camera Log Date EXPUNGED

Large form crawls down hallway. Form has six arms and two legs. Form cannot be identified. Alarm sounded. Form jumps at scientist Rollin Sul and tears out Rollin’s throat. Rollin falls to the ground and slowly bleeds to death as form beings to tear open Rollin’s stomach and eat Rollin’s organs. Security has been dispatched. Security arrives as the form finishes eating Rollin’s organs. Shots fired. Form kills all security personnel in hallway. Form crawls to vent and crawls through. Form remains unidentified. Council has been notified. Resuming normal procedures.

#story #bad story #short story #my story

[jeffwritescrap]

The thoughtful assassin.

Sitting comfortably across her laptop in nothing but a comfy crop top. She decided to watch some Netflix. Turning on her TV, she put on her favourite show and sat there lazily scrolling her phone. It was at this exact moment, that she saw an important notification pop-up appear on her bar. As she slowly opened the ominous notification, she rolled her eyes at the content:

Hi, I am John Doe. I’ve been commissioned by xxxx to take your life. Usually, I don’t take interest in my targets, but following you around has led me to believe that keeping you alive is more valuable as my code. Do not contact the authorities, as that could force my hand in doing something I’ve decided against. My client is a persistent man, so please, don’t reply to this message as it could reveal this secure channel to his informants. For your safety, take out a sum of cash and meet me at a disclosed location, which I will send you. Considering my client, I doubt you’d be safe by yourself, so don’t go out after midnight. Take my warning seriously and wait for my next transmission. Best regards.

John Doe

The girl read the text with somewhat of a humorous tone, after all, such scan messages were commonplace here. ‘Which dumbass would actually pay to get me killed? I'm just some random dumbass, not some fancy royalty worth killing, and hell I can get myself killed perfectly fine.’ she thought as she read through it one more time. Deciding to entertain herself, she texted back. “Get rekt, bitch. No way I’m falling for your shitty scam.” Making the draft, she decided to add a little spice as well, ‘xoxoxo’. Satisfied at her work, she pressed send. After not getting a reply for 2 minutes, she gave up and yeeted her phone off to her bed. ‘Guess he gave up!’ she said with a shrug, as she returned her focus to the show playing on her TV.

Opening her eyes, she looked around, in a groggy manner only befitting a haggard drunkard. She spent a solid minute fetching the remote as the light from the TV invaded her eyes. As she turned the TV off, she sat up to get some food from the supermarket by the street before noticing her state of undress beneath the waist. Giving up on putting on any other top, she washed her face on the sink and dragged herself to her bedroom. After dressing up, she slowly picked up a credit card and walked downstairs.

Slowly opening the apartment yard's main entrance, she noticed the most horrid smell she could imagine, “Fuck, shouda brought a mask if I knew it would be this bloody disgusting outside.” She said, as she slowly walked down the street. Looking around, she noticed how empty the street was. ‘Huh, real weird today, isn’t it?’ while the girl was walking towards the shop, the light above her heed suddenly gave out. Before reappearing the next moment.

The city street was empty, no sign of any activity. A few moments later, a short scream could be heard, as a body hit the floor after jumping from the rooftop. There were 2 shoes resting by the rooftop ledge, a note written in perfect matching handwriting laying by its side. One side was half burnt, there was a tear mark on it. It wrote a story of regret, of despair. Of a girl struggling with life away from her rural home across the countryside. It would become the example of a century, a girl who committed suicide due to the wrongdoings of society.

As the people started gathering; a man clad in white cleaner suit approached the trash can. Pulling out the huge body bag, he opened the zip to reveal a burnt corpse. “Which dumbass burns a corpse in the city.” He muttered to himself, “I have to feed him to the hounds, he might have as well ruined the entire operation.” He tsked a few more times before speaking to the dead body. “John, you were a great subordinate, damn I’m gonna miss your dumbass, aren’t I?” he said, genuine sorrow in his voice.

Just then, he noticed a small file sitting by the can, “I could almost tolerate the burning, but this dude is seriously sloppy, I tell ya.” He looked over the file. It was their client submission file. “I wondered where that went. So, you took it.” he considered the burnt corpse. Before reading it to himself once.

[Emily Hailey, the raised daughter of Karl and Penelope Hailey. Adopted by process of accidental finding and raised as the family’s own. Real identity recently found: heir to the great Santiago Maria estate fortune, estimated at around 24.5 billion dollars. Commission fee, 25 million for a natural death. No foul play suspected.]

‘You had to screw me over on such a project. Eh, couldn’t say I’m surprised.’ The old cleaner said to himself. As he put the body bag on a little rollie and walked through the homeless bridge. As he passed by, he said his hellos to some denizens of the messy community. Finding one with a small fire, he offered his file as kindling, the men sitting around him thanked him for his kindness. As he moved towards the forge, he has a body to get rid of. Whistling with joy, he pulled the rollie along and sang to himself a happy song, tomorrow was going to be a great payday!

#dumb-story #writing #dumb-writing #Wrote-this-cuz-I-was-bored #I should absolutely be working #did this instead of studying #Story #bad story #creative writing #writerscorner #writer hell #trust the scam caller #dumb writing

[toofull]

“Mmh, I could go for something Italian, if that’s ok with you…” Was he saying what I think he was saying? He’s offering to help send me into labor… this night may get a bit wilder than I expected…~ I lean back in your passengers seat with a low whine. You can hear my back pop as I let my belly sit heavily on my lap. “We don’t have to do Italian though, if you don’t want to.” I give you a wonky smile as my shirt rides up, exposing the lower half of my swollen orb.

“Italian sounds perfect,” I nod and smile. I go around to the driver’s seat, getting in the car. “God, your poor back! You’re doing so well at this, I’m very proud of you,” I hum, rubbing your belly for a quick moment before I start the car.

“You don’t have to try and stretch your shirt your over belly, you know that right? It’s more than okay to let it hang out like this,” I comment, rubbing the bare lower half of your belly. “No reason to hide that beautiful belly, right?”

#wannabedad #!!! #i love the shirt riding up omg #bad story

[personaswrld]

I’ve had major writers block at have decided to just rewrite the one chapter and continue the story I was making with “Brahms heelshire x Reader”. Re-reading it and just really looking at it makes me realize how bad it really is and how I need to practice on my writing.

#brahms heelshire #writing #writers block #bad story

[bloodwineenthusiast]

Story idea: A girl is trying to be a damsel in distress but she keeps accidentally saving herself in really bad-ass ways.

#story ideas #bad story #funny story ideas #damsel in distress #reverse damsel in distress #it's not even that good

[abisalli]

some digitalised bad doodles from my sketchbook :)

#bad doodles #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #jason todd #harley quinn #dc comics #my art #digital art #these were requested over on instagram! I have some story highlights over there if u wanna check them out #batfamily

[t-red-chokinghazard]

I often have a specialty in friending fireworks.

Those people that come and go with an admirable bright soaring screams before incinerating from existence, filling the air wix thick toxins that coat the lungs black.

it hurts so much when it incinerated right in front of you, the impact is so hard.

.........They move away,

your friendship slips away,

they had a hard time letting go even though she really wanted to, not just them but I had a hard time letting go.

But you can see it there ready to fly, so you light the hatch for them, not a single word was spoken but I knew.

"we should end our friendship, thank you for being a good friend for all those years. "

I knew them well,

they would have the type of people to put a smile over their hardship,

the type of people who will smile till they can't smile anymore and have a full on breakdown, and covering they're struggling

with joke

after joke,

after joke.

You could see it in their actions, in their eyes. They weren't happy no matter the tone of their voice or the way they smiled.

I wasn't happy either at a certain point.

But I still cared, I still worried, I still think about it till this day.

I want to reach out and see if they're okay.

The bubbling feeling or dread knew if I did one of us will try to be friends again, and I know it won't work. I know I'm not strong enough if there is a possibility of what happened those days before we officially ended that friendship off- It could happen again.

But also knowing them, they'd more likely think I'm insane, cuz we used to make fun of these types of people, because we thought they were crazy, but then I became one of them. One of those insane, but I will never reach out like them, won't have the courage to see what would happen if I reach out one more time just to check up on them, nothing more nothing less.

You know there's a feeling every time you friend these types of people, it happens again, my dumbass chooses to ignore it. And now I made another one, one of those friends, and they're gonna leave.

I feel the thread, they're not the ex friend, I know that but what if something similar happens. The sensation I can feel it, and it feels just like a fireworks.

#vent post #confession #bad story

[teaboot]

When I was a kid, I regularly lost reading privileges for "having an attitude" and "acting out".

It wasn't as simple as being told not to read during other activities- one of the first times it happened, I remember being six years old, watching my stepfather pull fistfuls of books off my bookshelf and throw them to the floor in a heaping mess while I cried and asked him to stop.

It was weird. Every other adult I knew described me as exceptionally well-behaved, but at home, it was the opposite, and it was blamed on "learning bad habits from that shit you're reading".

Because I couldn't read at home, I spent all my free time at school in the library, reading with my friends.

When I grew up and moved away, I realized that my family life was toxic and abusive, and the "attitudes" I was being punished for were standing up for myself, standing up for my younger siblings, and resisting actual, real-life psychological abuse. Because I'd learned from what I'd read that my family wasn't normal, not like my parents said it was, and in my stories, the heroes were the people who spoke out when it was hard to.

It is insane to me that there are students right now who can't access books. It is insane that books are being outlawed. It is perverse that we are stealing away an entire generation's ability to contextualize their lives, to learn about the world around them, to develop critical thinking skills and express themselves and feel connected to the world or escape from it, whatever and whenever and however they need.

That is not how you raise a compassionate, thoughtful, powerful society.

That's how you process cattle.

It's fucking disgusting.

#I know this is old news but Jesus #Every day I hear more about school book bans and I feels less real #Restriction of information is restriction of freedom #People need stories #Even bad stories #Even tragic or problematic ones #We need to set purity culture on fire I'm not kidding #Abuse mention #Abuse tw

[govw]

Three

“ME-!” The sound of the newborn fawn’s cries were cut off by the sound of a hair raising snap. 

Heather’s mind went blank but her body began to reach for the door of her car. Her pants not even pulled up all the way. She climbed in and slammed the door shut. 

“. . .” In the quiet of her car she recovered and consoled herself. It was sad but such was the ghetto reality of wild life. 

“It was probably a wolf or something…” she muttered, turning the key in her ignition. She didn’t even get to put her foot on the gas pedal before her car was rammed into the trees and sent tumbling into the pitch black of Violet Wood's gulleys.

#short story #bad story #late night drive #horror #original fiction

[qiinamii]

five guardian yakshas vs one huge rat

bonus:

huge rat:

#qiiarts #xiao #yakshas #bosacius #bonanus #indarias #menogias #ok but more story i have such bad humor not being able to resist laughing from linearting every sketch #this is also literally the first time i draw the other yakshas and its them being terrified for their lives worse than slaughter and karma #which is very relatable amen #morax #zhongli #guizhong #madame ping #streetward rambler #venti #barbatos #genshin impact

[escapistcatontheinternet]

i love the extras of dungeon meshi in how it fleshes out the world because they make it so much more evident how race affects every part of the story while avoiding the zootopia racism problem. like obv a main theme of the story is like, humanity and desire, 'to eat is to live', etc, but since the majority of it takes place in the dungeon isolated from society and thru the lens of laios, the racial aspects play out more like shadows on a wall for most of the story.

then in the extras we get comics like this

which at a glance fleshes out the racial aspects via a character explaining the racial rules of universe - humans have x amount of bones, while orcs and kobolds have more. however, if u take it less straightforwardly, it points out how the concept of 'human' is a constructed concept in the world. the fact that there are different categories of human in different parts of the world based off of what types of humanoids occur there is already a demonstration of this. in response, the bones explanation seems to kabru and the characters as an objective way of measuring humans vs nonhumans.

but obv, when the culture was deciding what humanoids were humans and nonhumans, they weren't blindly analyzing skeletons and then deciding. just visually, one can glean that orcs and kobolds look less like the ingroup of tallmen, elves, dwarves, gnomes, etc. the bones explanation appears as a justification for that immediate prejudice under a scientific guise - I'm sure that one could come up with the same number of physical differences between a gnome and an elf that they would find between a tallman and an orc. it sounds a lot better to say 'well, an orc has 230 bones while a human has 206' then 'well, an orc looks ewwww yucky yucky to me while a human looks normal'.

and what i like abt the comic is that the characters take the explanation at face value for the most part. when a contradiction is brought up in the oni, kabru can neatly slot them into the predetermined number of bones framework. bc that's kinda how it works irl - there r cultural prejudices that we can posthumously justify, and if we find something outside of it, we can twist it to fit into our predetermined binary. however, since the reader does not live in a world where there are orcs and kobolds to be prejudiced against, we can see that flaw in the cultural logic. when the party encounters the orcs, the number of bones has no bearing on their humanity. They r shown to be cliquish and distrusting of outsiders, but not any more than the elves are later in the story.

tldr dungeon meshi worldbuilding is so good

#just me #dungeon meshi #kabru #there r 10000000 examples of how fantasy racism affects the story of dungeon meshi not brought up in the main story #like namaris backstory and chilchucks union and the oni #augh. tasty manga #girls when themes of social isolation #ppl talk Abt the neurodivergent rep/allegory #the racial allegories aren't half bad either #social isolation guys social isolation

[myuselessartandstories]

Story #34

Watchman

Day 1

My first day as a forest ranger was definitely strange. I just sat by a window and watched people walk in and out of the woods, some carrying guns and bows to hunt, some carrying fishing poles, and others just going with friends. It was fun to watch the animals, too. They seemed so peaceful. 

It was a little too quiet for my liking, but it was better than at training with all the noise. The chirping birds were a nice change from the city noises. I think I’ll quite like it here. 

Day 4

One of the other rangers quit today, so I have to do both day and night shifts. Say goodbye to healthy sleep. I don’t even know why we have a night shift. Who would sneak into a forest at night? Especially in this creepy of a forest?

The birds aren’t chirping anymore. I miss the calming sound. It’s so much better than...

I just saw something near the treeline. A big black blob. Too big to be human, but not the right shape to be a bear. I don’t want to leave to check. I’m sure it was just my imagination. 

Day 9

I don’t like night shifts. I haven't had a good sleep in a while. I keep seeing these black blobs. I asked the ranger leader, but he just mumbled something about the last forest ranger.

I can hear crying when I try to sleep. Is it the blobs? I don’t know what they are.... Are they coming for me?

Day 20

It’s actually quiet tonight. It’s too quiet. Where are the blobs? Where did they go? I can still hear the crying, so they must be here. I’m going to investigate.

I couldn’t even get two steps out the door before I saw one. About five yards ahead of me, it stood there. It had bright white eyes and black fur. It wasn’t normal. I need to tell the ranger leader.

Day 21

He laughed in my face. That jerk laughed in my face. I told him all about the blobs and he just laughed. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. He wouldn’t shut up.

Tonight, I’ll show him. I’ll get a picture of one. I’ll even bring back a body to show him. I’ll show him they’re real. I know they are. I can see them. I can hear them. They. Are. There.

Day 26

I got the camera and my gun. I went out to hunt. It was pitch black, so I had a flashlight. It had been my first time actually in the woods. It was darker than I thought. I still heard the crying, so I followed it.

I got to a tree where the crying was the loudest. The tree was normal though. No abnormal scratches. Nothing out of the ordinary. I felt something behind me. It was a blob. I just knew it. I turned quickly, but nothing was there. 

I am not happy right now. I need that evidence for the ranger leader. He’ll just keep laughing if I don’t. I need that evidence.

Day 30

They are getting closer. The cries are getting louder. I can’t stand it. I need to get rid of them. I know they’re coming for me. They call for me. I ignore it. I’ll wait. And wait. And wait. I’ll strike when they are close enough. They’ll be dead. They’ll be gone.

Day 45

The leader said I need a leave day. He just wants to laugh behind my back. I’m no fool. I’m ready with my gun. I’m ready to kill. I can hear them knocking. I’ll answer. I’ll shoot. I’ll kill.

Day 46

I didn’t mean to. I swear I didn’t. I thought he was a blob. I shot him. The leader is dead. I shot him. I shot at the blob, but he got hit. The blobs killed him, not me. I didn’t do anything. I swear.

Log 5-14-64

Subject shows extreme paranoia and sees things not there. He has attacked staff and shown extreme aggression. He is to be put in a holding room until the trial. You are to only approach with three guards and you should not talk to him. If he tries to attack, call for help. If he talks about “blobs” leave the room. Immediately.

Log 5-17-64

I can see them. The blobs. They’re here for me. Subject was right. I listened to him. His stories are true. They come for us. They come for us all. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.

(I was in a mood)

#story #short story #bad story #my story

[melia-201]

I found some doodles I drew back in S1. I’ll post some more later!

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb tech #tbb echo #Toy Story parody #sw #my art

[nerdpoe]

The Watchtower has a perfectly normal and totally ordinary Mechanic. Except that it doesn't, Danny just hasn't found the right time to tell them that yet.

Danny, as Phantom, decided to live in the Watchtower without asking. It was in space, it was away from the GIW and his parents, and it was cool. Really it was the best Real Estate he could want. It would be difficult, but Danny was full confident he could do it.

Except it was easy?

Like, really easy.

Day one, he had dropped his Phantom Form and was in the cafeteria when it was empty, and the Head of Engineering tugged him aside and scolded him for like twenty minutes on leaving without the proper uniform or badge.

So he got a uniform and badge.

Day two he met the Big Three as they walked down the hallway, and Batman handed him a busted up helmet with the instruction "Fix this". So he did.

And on it went, on and on, until Danny was paying rent by being a Mechanic on the Watchtower.

This really doesn't change anything for anyone, until the Watchtower is hacked by an enemy and all listed personnel are gathered up.

Al listed personnel.

Danny isn't actually listed.

Right as the villain is video conferencing his monologue to the heroes trying to get in, Danny walks into the room, gently nudges the man aside, and starts pulling out wires from the console.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh, I don't get paid enough to deal with these stupid glitches. The airlocks are down again, fuck me, right?"

"What-I shut those down! Cease this!"

"Sorry, what? Ope, doesn't matter anymore. Already fixed it. Shields are operating normally, zetas are online, and air locks are active-sorry 'bout that."

With the villain still spluttering and in shock, Danny nudges past him and his lackeys again and out of the room.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #the justice league comes back immediately and resecures the tower #the only reason that worked was because it was so unexpected #bad news now batman is actually paying attention to danny #good news he doesn't do anything except set danny up with a bank account so he can be paid #and actual rooms just for him

[breadandblankets]

Duke: "So then Ra's went-"

Damian: "You know that's not grandfather's name right"

Duke: "Hm?"

Damian: "that's not his name it's a title, you're supposed to say the whole title, his name isn't 'Head'"

Duke:

Damian:

Duke: "She give me Ra's on my Ghul til I…"

Damian, sighing, unsheathing a sword: "Thomas, I know you will survive this, so I will not be holding back"

#batfam #duke thomas #damian wayne #bread talk #idk shower thoughts #duke: recounting a hugely tramatic story #also duke: hold up i need to make a tasteless joke here to the torment of those around me #fun fact this is based on a conversation with an arabic speaking friend whos not into dc #they got a lil heated about ra's al ghuls name #not bad heated i should clarify #sometimes u just gotta yell about things that have no consequence