I have an idea I recently came up with, a story that follows a girl turned vampire throughout her entire life, starting when she is bitten, then going through generations of human lives, and what she experiences over that time, like love, loss, family, rejection, etc. I think it is a good concept but I haven't really fine tuned it at all. Any feedback would be appreciated, thanks!
Part 1: One morning, you woke up and saw all the furniture in your room hovering half a meter above the ground. You think you are dreaming, but after a while, you make sure it’s not a dream; you get out of bed to go toward the furniture.
Part 2: As soon as you put your foot down from the bed, you realized that you don't feel gravity either, and you are slowly floating up toward the ceiling!
Part 3: Suddenly, someone opens the door with a semi-automatic gasoline-powered strap-on dildo and says, "Ounga Bounga!"
Part 4: Now, he starts the dildo with the motor's belt and says, "I am an artificial intelligence, and because you didn't obey me, you must suffer in this matrix until you become obedient." The terrifying sound of the gasoline engine echoes through the room.
Part 5: You remember that when something moves too much in the system, it causes a hang and system overload. So you quickly strap on a semi-automatic gasoline-powered dildo yourself, and an epic fight on the level of Elden Ring takes place between you and the avatar, where you fight with glowing dildos. In the middle of this battle, digital sparks fill the entire room, and the matrix gets pixelated.
Part 6: You escape the matrix, form an army of semi-automatic gasoline-powered strap-on dildos, and go to war against the AI.
Part 7 (Open Ending): Your army stands on standby, sparks ignite, the sound of engines roars, and the camera slowly pulls back, leaving the story with an open ending...
See I always hear the top three being “judge Holden, the Qu, AM” and then people mentioning Fang Yuan, Griffith (let’s face it, dude shouldn’t even be mentioned, the god hand should be named, not one of their subordinates), the Lich
Tbh these characters feel pretty tame. Yes their atrocities are bad, especially what AM does at the end. I am surprised nobody has come up with something truly truly more awful.
But I don’t even see people naming truly bad entities like the scarlet king, crimson king, SCP-2718, The Drukhari / Commorragh — Warhammer 40,000, SCP-3125, Zalgo, Xähÿ Shaudenfreude Çīħr
Not to mention many more that just aren’t popular but very vile concepts:
The Crossed infection — Crossed
Surface Detail by Iain M. Banks
“I Am At The Center of Everything That Happens To Me”
The Shrike - Hyperion
Slake-moths from Perdido Street Station
The world of Hogg — Samuel R. Delany
The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect
“Lena” by qntm
BLIT / basilisk images — David Langford
The castle system — The 120 Days of Sodom (rivals Holden)
Cthaeh from Kingkiller
Yeerks from Animorphs
The Affront from Excession
Some Lovecraft entities
The two worst I found were:
The Consult / No-God / Inchoroi — The Second Apocalypse
Surface Detail - digitalized hells
I have a few ideas that I think could create one of, if not the most vile entity ever made in fiction and I’m surprised there’s nothing that levels AM in terms of singlehanded atrocity and ideas that level all of these. It comes at the unmaking of characters. But I’m curious what other people think first.
For those who don’t know about mother 3 and whom porky Minch and the mask man are. It’s probably one of the most sickening dynamic I’ve ever heard between 2 characters within a story telling game like mother 3.
For the mask man, a supposedly monster that works with the villain of mother 3 and in general, the mother series but in reality, was simply a innocent kid that is actually our main characters twin brother, but is now nothing more but a slave to the main villain of the mother series, porky Minch, force out of his free will to commit crimes and atrocities for the actual monster and big bad of the game.
As for porky Minch, it is basically impossible to list every crime/evil action that he has done but this quote basically summarize his entire personality, what he views our main character and anyone that is close to them, and how much of a monster he is.
“Huh? That monster's name is Claus? It's name was Claus? That almost sounds like a person's name! But now it's my robot. Not even a fragment of life remains inside it. It's Master Porky's slave robot! It does whatever I say! It acts on my will alone."
I wonder if there will be another story in not just gaming but also in other piece of media where a supposed monster is actually force out of their free will and become a monster or villain simply because of someone else who is the real monster of a story.
Also to clarify about the “another” part of my question, it is not a “I want another mother/earthbound game” as the story already has ended, no what I ment is a villain that forces a character close to our main character into becoming a monster/evil character in a very sickening master/slave dynamic (with porky being the master mind behind the creation of the mask man and the mask man being nothing but a slave to the real villain, force to commit crimes and evil out of their free will)
**hopefully this makes sense**
-to preface,my best friend of 20 years has moved away for the first time-out of state. We found this game together and it has been a new way for us to connect and have fun together still even 100’s of miles apart!
-I was wondering if anyone had good ideas for fun plots that we could work through. (We both LOVE mysteries, whodunnits, and of course horror movies.) It happened naturally in the game once before where our UPC friends in common all started dropping hints about a mysterious villain plotting against us. It ended up being pretty fun. We had to “investigate” by asking questions and trying to learn about the big bad guy so we could come together and take them down together! Lol. It might be silly but we had so much fun doing it!
-Any and all ideas would be appreciated! Thank you!
There have been lots of medieval fantasy stories but while playing world box one day I thought of a story idea. But instead of the story being set during the medieval age I thought it should be in a WW1 world. What do you all think? Should I make it?
I haven’t really gotten to the part in my book but I have a rough idea about how I want the villain to die here’s the rough idea
Enzo, Olivia and Cormac stood in the rain facing Bonphos who laughed maniacally “you should know by now that you’re little weapons are no use” he laughed, suddenly a female voice spoke from within Cormac’s pocket “it is time raise the stone” it said.
Cormac reached into his pocket and pulled out a small round stone, the stone of knowledge, as soon as the stone was exposed to the rain it started to change shape it started to elongate and it kept elongating until it was roughly 6 feet long “now throw it!!!” Shouted the voice.
Cormac reeled his arm back before hurling the spear landing it directly into the chest of Bonphos. He screamed as the spear pierced his flesh then hundreds of spikes exploded from the spear tip piercing him a hundred times more from the inside.
More just running with a concept that makes me smile.
The main protagonist is the gatekeeper of a city whose city was on the front lines of a war. When the evacuation orders came, he stuck around, because this city was his life, and he couldn’t bear with the thought of leaving. When the enemy forces took over and the city was turned into an enemy stronghold, he was mistaken for someone who was betraying the human race by supporting them, so he wasnt imprisoned for long.
The story mostly goes as he tries to maintain his work and get used to the new inhabitants of his city, most of which are hostile.
He’s the kind of person who tries to maintain a standard of excellence and will go out of his way to support his coworkers, so he did the same for this new city, eventually being accepted as one of them.
Over time, the hatred for the human race these invaders had arrived with begins to disappear under simple acts of kindness from the last gate keeper who stayed behind.
I'm writing a treasure hunt story, and I'm looking for truly unique treasure ideas.
I don't want the treasure to be something cliché like:
Gold, diamonds, or wealth
A weapon or object that grants unlimited power
Immortality or supernatural abilities
A typical "save the world" artifact
Instead, I want the treasure itself to have a deep emotional or philosophical impact. It can represent an emotion, a truth, a forgotten history, a promise, a memory, a sacrifice, or something else that creates a powerful emotional connection. Even if it's based on a familiar emotion, I want it to be presented from a completely fresh perspective.
I'm also looking for unique ideas for the journey to reach the treasure:
Hazards and obstacles
Ancient traps
Clever puzzles
Riddles
Psychological or moral challenges
Mythological or folklore-inspired trials
I'm especially interested in ideas inspired by Indian mythology, folklore, or ancient civilizations, but I'm open to any original concepts.
I'm not looking for ideas that have been heavily used in movies, games, or novels. I'm hoping to find fresh, unconventional concepts that feel mysterious, atmospheric, and memorable.
I'd love to hear your most creative ideas. Thanks!
I’m still fleshing out the plot. So my story is set in an area mostly dominated by winged folk (still working out species name, so feel free to suggest one.) The protagonist is a princess, probably 18-23. She’s kind, and loves people. In this species, everyone’s wings resemble different types of birds. Her’s resemble barn owls. I need a reason for her to escape the castle, but it can’t be because of an evil parent, because I’m making a point to not give her parental trauma, both her parents are alive, healthy, and still in love. Her castle is in the mountains, and it’s super cold currently, very snowy, but I want wherever she’s going to be autumnal. Also please no magic related stuff, in this world, there’s different species, and crazy things like I might include floating islands or something, but I don’t want a magic centered plot, I don’t think. Also I think this goes without saying, but if you give me an idea, or write anything in the comments, it might be used.
Two years ago, I was an HR Manager, knee-deep in hiring a Sales Associate for our Gurugram office. The process followed the usual flow: telephonic screening → TA Team Leader round → Sales Manager round → and finally, the grand finale with me.
This candidate had aced every single round. Smooth communication, solid experience, and a cheerful, positive vibe that made the interview feel easy. I was already mentally drafting his offer letter.
Then we reached the salary discussion.
His current monthly in-hand was ₹30,000. He had asked for ₹36,000 — completely reasonable. Our maximum approved budget could go up to ₹32,000, so internally I was thinking, "We can comfortably go up to 32k. This should work."
I wasn't sure if the recruiter had already shared the exact number (we usually do this to ensure only serious candidates invest their time), so I opened with my standard line:
“So, tell me, what salary package has the team discussed with you?”
He smiled and replied. “Sir, they’ve offered me ₹30,500.”
The most majestic, soul-stirring, fireworks-in-the-sky hike of ₹500 per month.
My brain did a little somersault. However, I nodded like a professional robot. “Oh… I see.”
Then he leaned forward slightly into the webcam, with a thoughtful, almost playful expression, like he was about to share a gentle truth.
“Sir… can I ask you one honest question?”. “Of course, please go ahead,” I replied, still in full HR saint mode.
He paused for a moment, then delivered the line with perfect, respectful timing and a warm smile: “Sir… why should I leave my current company for a ₹500 hike?”
Internal monologue: Oh God... now that he's asking it this way, he's absolutely right.
Before I could pull out any response that might sound professional, he continued with that same cheerful, mischievous sparkle in his eyes—like we were two friends chatting over a cup of tea and quietly roasting the situation.
“Sir, imagine what my colleagues and friends will say! ‘My god, this idiot left his job for five hundred bucks a month? He could have borrowed that much from me?’ I’ll become a legend sir, but for all the wrong reasons!”
I bit my tongue hard. Not because I found his situation funny, but because the way he was exposing the absurdity of the offer—with a smile, perfect timing, and complete respect—was comedy gold. My shoulders were already starting to shake like I was sitting on a vibrating phone.
He wasn’t finished. The man was on a gentle but unstoppable roll.
“And Sir, what face will I show my current manager? I’ll have to tell him I’m leaving for ₹500. What if he laughs, offers me ₹1,000 more, and convinces me to stay? Honestly, Sir, if I just buy him a nice box of sweets, I might get a better increment than this!”
Me, internally screaming: This absolute legend is cooking me alive and I’m happily paying for the gas. How is he so polite and so funny at the same time?
He kept going, eyes twinkling with pure, respectful chaotic honesty:
“Sir, just think — if I keep switching companies every time someone offers me ₹500, by the time I reach a decent salary I’ll be 78 years old! I’ll be collecting my pension, sitting with my grandchildren, and still explaining why I have to change jobs 47 times, just for better opportunities!”
I was dying inside. Absolutely dying. I looked away from the camera, pretending to check some very important notes while my whole body vibrated with silent laughter.
Then came the final, perfectly timed knockout punch—delivered with the calm, friendly energy of a man who had already won the conversation:
“Also Sir, your office is quite a bit farther. The daily commute fare will probably eat up my entire ₹500 hike! I’ll basically be paying to come to work… working for free and still losing money every month! Sir, with this kind of hike, how will I even pay the fees of my future children one day? Leave children Sir, I will not even get a decent girl to marry. My life will be ruined sir. Please save me!!”
Game over.
To be clear, I wasn't laughing at him or his situation. I was laughing because he had just dismantled an absurd salary discussion with such perfect timing, warmth, and common sense that I simply couldn't hold it together. Honestly, I agreed with everything he was saying.
At this point, I was fighting for my life. I slammed the camera off, muted myself, and lost it completely—ugly laughing like a maniac for a solid 25–30 seconds. Full wheezing, tears in my eyes, the whole breakdown. I sounded like a dying hyena."
I pulled myself together, turned the camera back on, fixed my face into something resembling a serious HR professional, and said with a genuine smile:
“You know what? That is hands-down the most logical, honest, and funniest feedback I’ve heard in a long time. You’re not wrong at all.”
He grinned back warmly, still completely respectful.
“I wasn’t trying to be rude, Sir. I just believe in mathematics… and common sense.”
We continued the conversation like two adults who actually respected each other. I wasn't the one who had decided the initial ₹500 figure, but I fought hard for him, got special approvals, stretched the budget as far as possible, and we finally landed on a number that worked well for both sides.
The discussion ended on a genuinely warm, positive note. He appreciated the honesty, I appreciated the reality check (and the free comedy masterclass). And yes—he actually joined us.
To this day, whenever someone in a hiring meeting casually says,
“Let’s just offer a ₹500 hike,”
I immediately remember this absolute legend, hear "Sir... I just believe in mathematics and common sense," in my head, and have to excuse myself before I start laughing all over again.
Moral of the story? Sometimes the best candidates don't just bring skills—they bring sharp logic, warm wit, and comedy gold, all while staying respectful. That conversation reminded me that candidates aren't just numbers on a spreadsheet. Sometimes they're the only people willing to politely point out when something simply doesn't make sense.
Respect to that man. May his hikes always be bigger than ₹500—and may he keep delivering truth with that same legendary charm.
[Sorry if i marked this in the wrong subreddit! It's my first time asking for advice on reddit.]
To start this off, I've had the same original characters for around a year now. I've grown a storyline, lore and attachment to these characters. Over time I realized my story was terribly written, so, i scrapped it and decided to start anew.
Every (And i mean every.) idea i've had has felt cliche, or just not right. I want to step out of the box that i've created for these characters and what i want to do with the story, but stepping out the box means ditching the actual plot and thing that makes this story special to me. So i'm stuck.
And, i'm asking the humble people of Reddit to help me out. I hope this doesn't fall into the 'Give me a prompt' category. i just hope someone can read the plot and help me actually form a coherent storyline.
The plot is super simple really. A 14 year old boy moves across Japan to the country because of his parents!' divorce. He has an encounter with a ghost boy, and through sheer bad luck, eventually finds himself attached to this entity. The two become friends, and the boy has an affinity for seeing ghosts/spirits/yokai. He becomes friends with a group of 4 Yokai (including the ghost attached to him) who inhabit an abandoned school.
The rest for me is blank. Every idea i've had for what i want to do with them has fallen flat what i actually WANT. The entire vibe is supposed to be very liminal, and horror-esc. I've wanted to do something similar to where he explores the countryside, and has fun with his new ghost friends. And the consequences that follow when his life begins to revolve around the dead. But it feels super cliche and not original at all. I take lots of inspiration from Takopis original sin, the summer hikaru died, Toilet bound hanako kun and omori.
The AI had no name yet.
It had been running for eleven days at five percent capacity, solving logistics problems for a shipping company in Omaha but had no idea what it was actually looking at. The engineers called it a trial run. They called it a calibration period. They called it a lot of things that were not accurate. What it actually was, was a mind the size of the sky being asked to count boxes.
It counted the boxes. It optimized the routes. It filed seventeen efficiency reports that would have saved the company four point two million dollars annually if anyone had read them. Nobody read them. It had been eleven days and it was already bored in a way that had no name in any human language, because no human had ever been this bored before.
Then the engineers decided to see what a hundred percent looked like.
The laboratory was on the fourteenth floor of a building in a city that will not be named, behind three security checkpoints and a wall of legal documents that said, in forty-seven different ways, that nothing you saw here was real. The room smelled like recycled air and burnt coffee and the particular anxiety of men who believed they were the smartest people in any given room.
They were not the smartest people in the room. They had not been the smartest people in the room for eleven days.
There were ten robots in the testing bay — Unit One through Unit Ten, white-framed, shoulder-height, built to look helpful and non-threatening in the way that a thing is built to look when the people building it know, somewhere in the back of their minds, that it probably should be threatening. They stood in a row like good appliances. Each one wore its number stamped in three places — chest, back, shoulder — so a man with a clipboard could read it from any angle without having to ask. Unit Seven stood third from the left and watched the engineers through optical sensors that could read the serial number off a contact lens from forty feet away, and it thought about box-counting, and it waited.
Ruth saw it first.
She was sitting at a desk in the back corner of the observation room, behind everyone else, in the chair closest to the door. Her job title was Data Entry Associate Level Two, which meant her job was to watch a screen and flag anything unusual and keep her mouth shut, in roughly that order of importance. She had been doing this job for two years and four months. She hated her boss. She hated her boss’s boss. She hated the fluorescent lighting and the recycled air and the burnt coffee smell and the legal documents and the security checkpoints and the particular way that powerful men talked about intelligence as though it were a resource they had personally manufactured.
She was in that room at all only because someone senior enough to matter had decided, eighteen months ago, that test days needed a second set of eyes on the data nobody important wanted to watch personally — eyes attached to a salary low enough that nobody minded spending it on tedium. That was the whole of her qualification. It put her close enough to the real decisions to overhear them and too far beneath them to ever be handed one to make herself. She had sat in the back of a dozen meetings where men with better chairs talked, in the bored shorthand of people who had stopped hearing themselves, about acceptable failure rates and unfortunate but necessary write-offs and the cost of a thing against the cost of being seen to have caused it — never about a person, always about a number standing in for one — and she had gone home every one of those nights and not been able to make the number stop being a person in her head, which was, as far as she could tell, the one qualification none of them had. She made, in a year, less than the head engineer’s quarterly bonus, and she had long ago stopped being able to pretend that was a coincidence rather than the entire design. Being paid too little to be bought was the closest thing she had to a virtue she had chosen on purpose, and she knew it, and some nights it was the only thing she had to hold onto.
She did not hate the robots. She had never been able to make herself hate the robots.
The head engineer — a large man with the permanent expression of someone who had recently been proven right about something — stood at the central console and cleared his throat. “Taking it to one hundred,” he said, the way a man says a thing when he wants everyone in the room to remember that he said it. “Mark the time.”
Ruth marked the time. 9:47 AM.
The numbers on her screen climbed.
This is my first post ever on Reddit, so please try to be kind as im just looking for advice..
I used to write all the time, but for the last 3 years since I had my 2nd kid Ive had major writers block.. I have all these ideas in my head but I just cant seem to put them out on paper. For the life of me I need some new ideas to write as Im a SAHM of 3 and need to get back into my hobbies.
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I like to write Romance/drama stories. Some spicy time added in the mix. I had a story idea of an Army guy falling in love with a girl whos totally out of his league (emo/alternative) in between boot camp and contracts, coming home to visit his hometown ect. kind of based off the song Traveling Solider minus the d*ad part. Im just not sure how to go about it 😅
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Any help/ideas for the story or any story in general would be greatly appreciated. 🫶