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submitted by Noah Herodias

Overnight, you've become the world's most unpopular scientist...

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Nobel Effect

How had this happened overnight? I had gone from a pretty anonymous physicist to the worlds most hated one.

I stared at my face plastered all over the front of my Sunday newspaper.

I have to change this....

The Last Journal

My name is Dr. Peter Van Zandt. I write these final words with the most unimaginable regret. If any single sole survives, and my notes are ever read, I humbly beg your forgiveness for the things I have done.

So much suffering, so much anger. I simply believed that humanity needed a remedy. It was never intended for financial gain. Back in November of 2023 I began experimenti...

The World Is Dying

It was an ordinary morning. Drinking coffee by the city view, contemplating the worlds biggest questions. Until, I turned on the tv.


A blond woman with teeth as white as plaster sits next to a big old looking man in a tux.


“Breaking new” the shiny woman says. “A man know as Dr. Roivas, has been accused of treason, slander, and harassment after his meeting on climate change.”


Treason? Slander? I...

The Green Apocalypse

There I was in my office stair, it’s slight spinning entertaining me. I could hear heavy footsteps approaching my door; I braced myself.


“Vegetables are bad for you?!”


My assistant barges in with papers in hand and sweat pooling in his pits. He often grosses me out.


“Can you even comprehend the backlash you will get? There is no way that this is even true; The scientific community will not acce...

The Machine

Upon drinking my coffee while dressed in my dark blue robe, the protestors outside my lab erupted sound like a volcano that echoed to the top floor of my lab. Officers dressed in riot shields lined the people who yelled with their “String’I’m up” signs and eyed my window with a laser point stare.


The sky today makes me want to curl back up in bed, not to mention the protesters, but they won’t get...

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Right and Wrong

The people decide Right from Wrong; they shoot protesting voices on their parades for individuality. They are a colorful quilt that bled to create a muddy puce. Brilliant colors come together to form something resembling vomit.

Of course they won't understand when I try to explain that it was really I who was Right. They convicted me before the final bang of the judge's gavel.

I call it science, t...

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The worlds dumbest scientist

I thought they would praise me, I've worked so hard, I did this for them. But now they hate me. They don't understand what I had to sacrifice, I gave up everything. They just don't understand. But that's fine, they will. But I guess in hindsight, bringing people back from the dead as zombies wasn't the best idea....

The Nightmare

I woke up feeling dizzy,can’t walk can’t stand up,no strength made me nothing can do,I’m a popular scientist,but I felt sick today so I phone a doctor to see me if I am sick,after a few minutes the doctor arrived,he come and see.


“You are sick,you need to stay at bed” he said.


Then he gave me a kind of weird medicine let me to ate it everyday and let me to stay at bed for today,so I cooked a...

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All The While Mowing Your Lawn

“The get off my lawn 3000!” I said to the crowd below. “Equipped with two mini guns, six state of the art nuclear war missiles, four automatic rifles in these compartments on both sides of the seat, and it still mows your lawn!” “Is this some sort of joke to you?” the chairman of scientific development asked. “No I said, I actually think it is quite practical. You can absolutely obliterate your an...

Nialls, The Cold-Hearted

The human heart is an amazing thing, the centre cog integral to a machine unmatched in sheer complexity. Pumping several dozen million gallons of blood and beating billions more throughout a lifetime, there truly is no equal. This is why, most likely, many frowned upon your recent breakthrough. ‘Frowned upon’, to put it lightly.


“You can’t be serious, Dr. Retford? Are you saying this was te...