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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/croatianspy on 2025-04-10 14:49:42+00:00.

[WP] Every year, a man is sent into the caves as a sacrifice to the gods. When you are sent in, you discover a Utopian society run by gods where the “sacrifices” are playing games and living life to its fullest.

Griff approached the cave cautiously, trying to calm his beating heart. He could hear distant sounds; wailing, screeches.

He knew his time had come.

As his kingdom's champion, it was his destiny to be sacrificed to the gods. While it saddened him that he would not lose his life in battle, it was also a great honour. His village would prosper, and Leila would know that he was not a

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/croatianspy on 2025-04-03 12:45:17+00:00.

[WP] Global communications are interrupted by an alien message, "We will be coming to enslave your planet in one Earth year from now. Fight or perish." Scientists are scrambling once they learn the transmission is already 364 days old.

The civs called an urgent galaxy-wide war council, the first of its kind. All 13 civs attended - seems they all finally acknowledged the threat the humans posed. Regardless of their massacred citizens, they knew that the humans would only grow stronger and more formidable as time went by. They figured that soon enough, they would end up being the colonized rather than the colonizers. I guess humans would call that 'karma'.

Shields mea

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/croatianspy on 2025-04-01 11:56:30+00:00.

[WP] Global communications are interrupted by an alien message, "We will be coming to enslave your planet in one Earth year from now. Fight or perish." Scientists are scrambling once they learn the transmission is already 364 days old.

The Draekari called in the few treaties they had, but not a single one responded. All the civs either underestimated the risk, or simply did not care enough to get caught in the crossfire. They became the galaxy's guinea pigs. Only a handful of prominent figures outside of the Drae

The dulcet notes of a music box roused the dreamer. They let out a low groan and stretched. A mirror of all mornings previous. Their room was a cocoon of darkness perfectly tailored to their tastes. They fumbled forward, slowly rising from the floor, and knocking aside a few items in the process. They traveled in the direction of "forward" until their outstretched hand bumped into a closet door, from which they retrieved a cup noodles container that was miraculously not crushed, and a plastic bottle of water. They pored the water into a mug that they hoped was clean enough to not make them sick, then lightly tossed the empty bottle to the side. They slid along the wall until they reached a corner and squatted, narrowly avoiding smashing their knee into a microwave on the floor. As their water heated, the faint glow lit the room enough for the figure to be both disgusted with their room and themself. "I'll clean it tomorrow", they half muttered to themself, but it was as empty of a prom

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/croatianspy on 2025-03-27 13:03:47+00:00.

[WP] Global communications are interrupted by an alien message, "We will be coming to enslave your planet in one Earth year from now. Fight or perish." Scientists are scrambling once they learn the transmission is already 364 days old.

The Draekari sent the declaration of war a year in advance - as per the galaxy's rules - but due to time dilation it arrived just less than a day before their attack. No doubt this was an intentional move, but it wasn't like anyone was going to complain about another code 2 civ gett

Each tick slammed into the person but they knew that the sound would never end, at least it hadn't stopped since they could remember. They still couldn't filter out the sound and it had taken an effect on them. Their movements had become mechanical, and their speech almost robotic in cadence. And yet no one they confided in believed that the sound was real.

They counted each tick instead of sheep as they drifted uneasily to sleep. Though as the sun crested the mountains, and as they were roused from their sleep, they became violently nauseous. The frequency of ticks per minute had increased.

//Note: I haven't been able to write much recently due to school and working on writing both a game engine (I've been working on it for around two years and it finally is in a state I can make a game with it) and a game. But I will try to reserve time to work on writing more writing prompts. I have an idea for the next one, I just need to get to writing it :)

//Note: I apologize for the post for

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/croatianspy on 2025-03-25 12:09:54+00:00.

[WP] You've been convicted of 1st degree murder, and (as is customary in society) are sentenced to "death by black-hole." You expect death as your capsule approaches the event horizon. After crossing, everything goes silent, until you hear someone say "Sir, I've found another one."

The shells arrived before the sound, slamming into the ship's shields and reducing the shots to shrapnel, which peppered the ship's armour. The man started firing, his every movement matching the turret's. I had to raise my voice over the noise.

"You're goddamn *space pirat

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/lestairwellwit on 2025-03-23 07:01:57+00:00. *** This started as a [wp]

“The lone survivor of a plane crash is haunted by those that burned. The only way for the dead to leave is to help them each find peace.”

Jerry crawled from the wreckage. He knew he would die here, deep in the jungle. He absently thought how it was fitting, alone, far from any civilization. “This is what I have become.” He was not a good man.

He sat back against a tree and watched as the plane burned. His leg was broken. He had saved nothing but himself. No water. No food. No hope.

As dame fortune would have i

Before opening their eyes, they felt around their face to see if they were still wearing sunglasses. They silently cursed as they weren't able to find what they were looking for. With nothing else to do they hesitantly opened their eyes, and were surprised to be greeted by a cool darkness.

There seemed to be a crowd gathered around them, but either due to what had caused them to pass out, or due to being overwhelmed, the noise was a distorted drone that didn't feel all that pleasant to be surrounded in. They sat up, the lightness of their body distracting them for an instant, then looked around. Faces smooshed and bunched together around them, but when they opened their mouth to ask the crowd to give them some space, the realized they couldn't speak.

A bit frightened, they looked down and realized they were looking at themself, or rather a cadaver of themself.

Ah, so I'm dead.

The thought didn't scare them as much as they thought it should, but it could be because they were still

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/croatianspy on 2025-03-20 12:23:08+00:00.

[WP] You've been convicted of 1st degree murder, and (as is customary in society) are sentenced to "death by black-hole." You expect death as your capsule approaches the event horizon. After crossing, everything goes silent, until you hear someone say "Sir, I've found another one."

The capsule, encased in darkness, suddenly opened. A hand reached in, grabbing me by the arm and roughly lifting me out. I gasped as the pressure difference hit my lungs.

"Twenty-something male, sir," the voice said, pulling me out from the capsule. I blink

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/croatianspy on 2025-03-18 11:40:49+00:00.

[WP] The first message from another planet was different than we expected. "Dear people of Earth, an armada is on its way to conquer your world. Pay no attention, they' re idiots we've sent on a fake mission. We've no interest in your planet, the weapons are fake. Just play along, they're harmless."

The space ship hovered over earth, impossibly large. A soothing female voice, instantaneously translating into a listener's native tongue (and pictorial for the deaf), continued its rather startling proclamation:

"Resistance is futile. Succumb to your fate."

Humanity watched in confusion. Collectively

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