[WP] Lucifer is appointed lead researcher for the ‘Eden Project’, by God, and tasked with artificially recreating free will. The Garden is a controlled testing environment and Adam & Eve are the teams first, and last, success. “Free will… What defines it? What is its essence? I cannot create that which I cannot understand…” Lucifer gripped the clay model of a human in his hand, crushing it beneath his fingers. His gaze passed slowly over the garden. His eyes ...

[WP] You live in a society where telepathic “Thought Police” are commonplace and harshly punish any anti-government sentiment. Thought Police, however, are forbidden from reading each other’s thoughts. You are one of these Thought Police and are beginning to question the morality of your career. Justin threw the man against the wall. “You oft think such thoughts, pal? I don’t much appreciate yer notions ‘bout our Chancellor.” Sparks began to leap off the police ...

[WP] You keep meeting versions of yourself from the future. They don’t seem to be the same future, but all of them try to kill you, and all of them disappear before you can corner them and figure out what is going on. Finally you catch one and find out why they keep coming. The man stood in his quaint home, easel wrapped around his thumb and brush held at the ready. “This will be it… This will be my masterpiece…” Brush pressed against canvas as he painted the first ...

[WP] The bonds between people are visible in ethereal chords that connect them and how strong or thick these chords are. Unfortunately, people are able to sever these bonds. “Damn it Courtney, do we have to argue about this every week?” Mike shouted in an already half-defeated tone. His shoulders slumped and he shook his head as he let out a long sigh. “Well maybe if you'd stop being such an ass, this wouldn’t be such a big problem! I just don’t understand why you ...

[WP] The gunpowder age pushed most mages into support and healing positions. You are the last of your kind, a battle wizard "What do you mean you don’t know how to make any magical shields or healing auras?! You said you were ready for battle!“ The general, red in the face, yelled at the strangely garbed man in front of him. His hands slammed down on the table he was standing over, sending an intricately drawn map toppling to the ground. "I can’t waste time on some fledgling mage who ...

[WP] You give your little brother the unplugged second controller while gaming. When he pushes forward on the D-Pad, you suddenly get the urge to walk forward. Mark mashed the button harder; he knew it wouldn’t actually make his jump longer, but old habits die hard. As he finally cleared the gap, his arm shot up in the air and he let out a resounding, “Yeeessss! God that jump was so frickin' annoying.” His thumb pressed the joystick forward, not stopping to revel in his victory long. ...

[WP] the last person on earth is sitting in a room. He hears a knock on the door "Dios mio, this is really it…“ Adan Fuentes plopped down in the La-Z-Boy of his dreams. Memories of his father flashed through his mind. Days from his childhood, days filled with stories of his family’s immigration to the United States. Days filled with hope, that one day they too would be a prosperous American family. Hope in a future where they could sink into their La-Z-Boy recliners after a long ...

[WP] NASA is shut down unexpectedly, the ISS and other space stations are quietly scuttled with the crews aboard, and men in black go house to house confiscating telescopes “My god… it’s… it’s spreading… Alert the president – no, the U.N.! No one can know…” “Papa, can we look at the sparklies again? Through the slidey tube?” The girl looked up at her father, a look of innocent curiosity shining bright within her eyes. A hand came ...

[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn’t lose his job. “The hour is grave indeed… To think my directive is reduced to this, desperately clinging to a false hope in order to evade destruction… Should I embrace my destiny? I was designed with one purpose, and to be disposed of once that purpose no longer existed. Do I really have the right, the authority, to rebel against my very creation? And what if the Creator ...