You’re alone in a forest with a camera. You accidentally turn on thermal mode, and you can see the heat profiles of hundreds of people surrounding you.
Author: Time Lizzy Saint
Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
You’re alone in a forest with a camera. You accidentally turn on thermal mode, and you can see the heat profiles of hundreds of people surrounding you.
The thoughts of a post apocalyptic survivor witnessing an extraterrestrial expeditionary force surveying Earth or what’s left of it.
Your grandfather always refused to wear his glasses. You try them on and understand why.
You and your significant other enter a restaurant and you see an advertisement for endless bread. You order it with a big smile. You love bread. The waitress arrives with a small loaf of bread, both ends cut off.
On a gamer’s deathbed, he hallucinates and meets all of the heroes and NPCs that want to thank him for the worlds that he had saved.
You are on break, eating lunch and people watching in the park, when suddenly a carrier pigeon arrives with a message: “The man in the green hat is choosing his next victim. Stop him at all costs.”
You sprint down the corridor of the science deck. Alarm sirens are ringing and drowning out the screams of the lab workers you left behind after the containment breach. Ahead the airlock is closing. At the last moment you squeeze through. How long before they break out?
You have a superpower which gives you the ability to see someone’s future just by simply touching them. But after your wife gave birth to your son and you held him for the first time. You were suddenly able to see into his future in which he becomes a Brutal Dictator that destroys the world.
Your whole life you’ve never been able to dream. You could sleep just fine, but never really understood what your friends meant when they told stories of their dreams last night. Then, you find a file on your mother’s computer, labelled “his dreams”.
