eatyourveggies, The Reader

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Hello, I am a completely normal and delicious Earth vegetable. You may call me Brocco Li.

(Depicted to the left is an incredibly lewd sex act....but...the humans will never know....)

Storygames

The End of Your Life

Late at night, you're home alone when you hear your dog barking - silenced by a gunshot. They're coming for you next.

An immersive thriller where every movement counts.

There are many ways to die, just a few to survive, and only one ending that explains what's truly going on. Can you find it?

 


Escape the Communists (Post Apoc)
unpublished

You work twelve hours a day on a community farm. Every harvest the food is shipped somewhere else to be redistributed. The system is broken and all of you are on the verge of starvation. To steal a handful of wheat is death. To attempt to escape is death. Somehow you must find a way out.


Recent Posts

So many points on 2/17/2021 10:37:52 PM

I see a lot of people around with thousands of points, how do you even get that many? Even if I rated every single game on the site, that would be less than a thousand....I know there's all the games that get taken down, I could start watching for those. And winning contests gives points (I think?) but that can't be done reliably. How on earth do people have three or four or even five thousand though? 

 

I only have 50. :(


Coins has complex beliefs about the death penalty on 2/17/2021 10:23:42 PM

This is extremely disturbing to me, this kind of hate crime needs to be treated as more than just ordinary assault. There's a link to the story of that 84 year old who was killed this way just a few days before and I can't even describe how angry it makes me that someone that age who you know has overcome so much hardship in their life would be murdered just at random by some sociopathic thug.

Asians have faced some of the worst discrimination in the history and are still the targets of open mockery and stereotyping, and that's just considered completely acceptable. Hate crimes get ignored because half the time it's certain other minorities targeting us, and it would just be so racist to notice that or do anything about it.  

That 91 year old would remember a time when the Chinese Exclusion Act was just an accepted part of the law in the US, or he would have survived much worse things wherever else he came from. He never got to go crying to anyone about racism or had the whole world falling over itself to apologize to him. And it's BECAUSE Asians as a whole have done so well for themselves instead of just laying around and taking handouts that it's considered no big deal when they're targeted or when their businesses are targeted, until it turns into situations like this.


WTF, it's COLD outside?! on 2/17/2021 9:56:09 PM

I don't even know what's going on in the rest of this thread, but I have to say I just really did not like "lol, a natural disaster is unfolding and millions of people are effected, mostly the poor and the elderly, LOL WHAT MORONS, I'm enjoying their suffering!" 

I'm seeing way too much of this in other places and it's just so ugly and flat out evil, sometimes I really wonder how many more disasters the world needs to face and how beat down everyone needs to get before people finally start to realize we're all in this together.

 

Also no one chops wood by carrying entire trees around, wtf.


WTF, it's COLD outside?! on 2/17/2021 9:24:22 PM

They think that this winter is going to lead to a very bad tornado season in the spring, like the one in 2011. I think I was too little then to realize how terrifying that actually was, but NC is a bad state for them.

 

 


Unforgiving Angels on 2/17/2021 9:15:54 PM

Thanks! The ending was the part I was most unsure of, I didn't want to overdo it with cliched horror elements, but I might have underdone it instead.

I'll take "perfectly competent" as a compliment, you all have really high standards here compared to other writing sites. I'll keep working on that pizzazz.


Unforgiving Angels on 2/17/2021 9:09:19 PM

Thank you!


Hell on 2/17/2021 8:34:30 PM

I do believe in God, but not in any kind of organized way. However I have Christians in my family and I think there's a lot of useful philosophical writings in the Bible. 

Something like Hell though, it doesn't make any sense to me personally that it would exist. But at the same time I think the world would be a better place if more people believed they were going there if they didn't stop being awful to each other. 'Love and forgive each other...OR ELSE' is a pretty good motivation to get along.


Hell on 2/17/2021 8:29:29 PM

I know you said this girl didn't believe in God, but it's always funny to me how many Christians will claim to be good people, when just by saying that they're proving they don't know or believe anything about their own religion.


Unforgiving Angels on 2/17/2021 8:22:17 PM

Henry Cavinger watched Jayna’s performance with growing disgust, his lips twisting down into a permanent frown. It’s not that she was messing up her lines, she had actually memorized them to perfection on remarkably short notice. But she was just so...mediocre.

“The judgment of the Furies awaits any man that would harm a trusting woman so,” she recited woodenly to the male villain. There was no conviction, no fire in her words or her body language.

The audience displayed pure disinterest, while in the back row were the six women in white gowns, watching in silent disapproval. Henry began to sweat, dabbing at his forehead and fidgeting and pacing agitatedly just offstage.

Finally, the curtain fell and the play drew to a merciful close.  

Waiting until the others left, he found Jayna lingering in her dressing room. “What the hell was that performance?” he barked. “I’m supposed to pay you for that?”

The delicate raven haired woman looked taken aback at his bluntness, and then collected herself, returning to fixing her hair. “I told you I wasn’t an actress, Henry. You hired me for my looks and because I said I could memorize the lines. You don’t like it, then find someone else.”

He couldn’t find anyone else, that was the problem. Jayna had been his last resort, when one after another the others failed to work out. He had just never had any luck keeping the leads around.

  “The audience couldn’t even keep their eyes open!” he snapped. Henry couldn’t explain why he was yelling or what purpose this would serve, but something about her flippant tone just enraged him. He had given her a job and she had screwed it up! She should be apologizing and begging for forgiveness!

“Well I can’t blame them, it was a pretty boring play,” she answered, calm and unruffled.

Angrily he lunged for her, shoving her back against the wall and knocking her mirror off the table. She stood amidst the broken glass and stared at him, her haunting dark eyes first shocked and frightened, then angry. “Real nice, Henry. Anger issues will fix everything. Hope they help you find someone new for tomorrow night. Honestly you are SUCH a child.”

“Wait!” Damn it, there’s no way he could get a new lead in time for tomorrow. He had screwed up again. “Janine, hang on, just listen to me!” He grabbed for her as she brushed scornfully past, and something happened, her blouse ripped partially away.

Covering herself, she gave him that look again. “I should’ve known what they all said about you and the other women was right. Touch me again and you’ll be hearing from the police.”

“What? What do they say? Dammit Janine, will you calm down? It was an accident!” Henry was frantic now.

“I mean people do start to talk when for some reason it’s only your WOMEN leads who leave the show suddenly with no forwarding address.”

“It’s not like that! Damn you, come back? Why are you overreacting like this? You’re just like the others!” He grabbed at her again, and she slapped him away. That only enraged him further, they struggled, and...

“Oh no...” he whispered to himself, staring down at the body in the trashed dressing room.

He had never meant to be a killer, and yet it happened.

Mechanically he cleaned the room and hid the evidence for later disposal, then went home and downed half a bottle of whiskey. In the morning he canceled the show, had to refund the tickets, pay fees for renting the building, he was ruined. It wasn’t fair.

It took him three months to get his life together, but he had always prided himself in being a survivor. He had a new play, an all new cast, and the show must go on.   

The new girl, Ashley, she was...mediocre, but he hoped her looks would make up for it. His gaze roved past the audience, to the back row where the women sat and watched in grim disapproval. There were seven now, the raven hair of the newest lying against the white dress in stark contrast. Her haunting dark eyes bored into his soul. He turned away, beginning to sweat.


Black History jam on 2/13/2021 11:16:07 AM

It was just a joke story and I got distracted with an idea for a horror story instead. Besides I wouldn't want to post it now since Tim36D's was better and everyone will just call me a retard again. 

Or is this one of those things again where the mods force people to do something and that's the whole point? -_-