The Hugoverse

You have the power to age or de-age people by stealing seconds,minutes,hour,day or years from others lifespan and than giving that time to someone else. This ability has made you wealthy. You give seconds chances to those if they tell you a good story. Today, you hear the most unbelievably one. [ Link to post .] "Your next appointment is here, Mr. Tyler," Charlene's voice notified me through the intercom. I pressed a black button the base to reply. "Send him in." I stood up and walked around the desk, preferring to meet all visitors on equal footing. A man much younger than my normal visitors walked in. He appeared to be in his early 20's with a full head of long, silky golden hair on his head. He also sported a well groomed, thin golden beard on his face that matched his head. His hair style resembled a lion's mane. He extended his hand and I accepted his greeting. "Hello Mr. Tyler, my name is Regal . Thank you for seeing me." He smile...

You have an ability where you can see people's aura telling how successful they will be in life. Today you saw a guy in rags having the strongest aura yet. [ Link to post .] "NO!" I slapped the side of the beige PC tower. "C'mon!" Nothing happened. The PC was on its last legs a year ago, but the timing of the failure could not have been worse. I walked out of my room to look for my mother. "Mom? Where are you?" I said as soon as I stepped out into the hallway. "In the kitchen!" She replied. The smell of her meatloaf should have tipped me off, it was my favorite meal. I smiled when I stepped into the kitchen. Her aura sparkled like a cloud of silver glitter floating around her. She did not know that I could see her success, but she was happy that I smiled every time I saw her. "Can I use your laptop? I need to take a test, but my PC finally gave up." "Sorry hon, left it at work today. Why don't you try the li...

Write something that contains the following sentence: He must've cleaned house before we got here. [ Link to post .] "Mr. Martinez do you have any statements to make regarding your readiness to re-enter society?" An older, female doctor stared at Mr. Martinez across the table. She was one of three reviewers considering whether the young, disheveled man was stable enough to leave the asylum where he spent the last five years of his life. Jorge Martinez scratched at the stubble growing back on his shaved head. "I'm not a danger to anyone." Jorge said while staring at the ground. "The orderlies you've attacked for cleaning your room would disagree," the woman said. The other two board members nodded, but did not add anything to the conversation. "I'm not dangerous, I need my mess. It protects me." One of the men on the board chuckled while the woman flipped through Jorge's file.  "From the... Cleaning Monster?...

The clock says 60 seconds but you don't know what it's for. [ Link to post .] I woke up in a twin sized bed, in a white room. I felt around on the bed, the sheets were white silk. I wore a set of white cotton pajamas that I knew I didn't own. I turned off the bed and stepped on the cold white marble floor. I looked around. No windows, no sign of a door. "Hello?" I said. "I'm awake." I expected something, but got nothing. The room stayed silent. A small white table sat in the middle of the room with a single chair in front of it. On the table I saw a small black box. I took a seat at the table and stared at the box. It was a beautiful wooden box painted with the darkest black I'd ever seen. I picked up the box to get a better look and found a note under it. "60 seconds. Stop. Go." The note appeared to be typed in a typewriter. I looked around the room, now looking for anything that resembled a camera. I suddenly felt like I was be...

Fuck it, you think to yourself. “I wish for the most terrible, the most awful things to happen to me. Do your worst.” The last finger of the monkey’s paw curls down. [ Link to post .] Nothing happened. I wasn't on fire, or covered in spiders, or anything. The dry paw felt cold in my hand, as if all the magic were gone. But, nothing happened. "Yeah that's what I thought, stupid ass monkey. You're so smart, how come you're missing a paw?" I knew it was trying to give me a false sense of security, but I knew I could wait it out. I tossed the paw into the back of a drawer and shoved it closed to go on with my life. It took effort, because the fear was always there in the back of my mind. Luckily I was able to bury myself in work. The few friends I made thought I would crack, with as much work as I was doing. Too much for a freshman to handle, they thought. It was a win/win situation for me. I was a patient master of the long con. Work hard all year, establis...

As a superhero with a day job you've had to come up with a lot of quick excuses to disappear from the office. They figured it out awhile ago and let it keep happening for the good of the world. Everyone can tell you're running out of ideas for excuses and they think it's hilarious. [ Link to post .] "Where ya goin' Mitch?" Mr. Bellows, the floor manager asked. He interrupted the daily staff meeting to draw attention to Mitch Clarkson as he tried to sneak out of the room. Mitch stood up straight and nodded his head at the door. "I'm uh... I've gotta.. " He gestured at the door with the frustration of a child unable to use his words to get something he wants. Mitch's best friend Julio stood up. "I told Mitch to go get some breakfast tacos. For all of us." "TACOS! Yeah, that's it." Mitch rushed out the door. Everyone in the staff room waited a full minute before a single giggle from Cheryl signaled the releas...

 They missed [ Link to post .] Sparks popped off the far wall, behind [Sebastian Spinne](http://hserratafun.blogspot.com/2018/01/brand-name-1-20-18.html), the man with spiders coming out of his beard. Security personnel rushed into the room when the orderly hit the alarm, but the sight of the spider swarm left them uneasy. They fired stun lasers. They missed. Dana Sharp turned to check why the security guards had not fired again. They were on the ground, covered in black widow spiders, probably dead. A sea of spiders surrounded Dana and her assistant, Melody. They stood in front of the disheveled man. He scratched at his beard while he stared at the women. A spider crawled out of it, up the side of his face, and into his ear. "We had an agreement, where's my money?" Sebastian asked. Dana nodded. "We still have an agreement. The money is on its way." "Then why they tryin'a kill me?" He pointed at the corpses of the guards. Dana shook her ...

Flash Fiction Challenge - Location: An Arcade | Object: A ladybug [ Link to post .] “Ladies, gentlemen,” the woman looked over the small crowd. She hand picked each of them for the presentation. She smiled convincingly, “Investors. I’ve worked close enough with each of you that you know how fast I move.” She winked towards the deepest pockets. “So I’ll get to the point.” The woman turned her back toward the crowd. Her long dark hair bounced while she walked toward an arcade machine illuminated by spotlight. The machine was one of dozens in the old abandoned arcade. “This is the past.” She pushed the machine over. She reached behind her back, then her hand came forward holding a small leather wristband with a golden button on it. “This is the future. This harnesses soul energy for any powers we program, and the safety features are all hardwired. This is the ultimate game.” The woman waved to someone in the crowd. A young girl wearing a ladybug shirt and black tights w...

“You are not welcome here.” [ Link to post .] I stared at the paper pinned to the back of my front door. I lived alone, and mentally ran through my friends that had a key to my apartment. I doubted any of them left the warning as a joke, but it was the only other explanation. My day went by quickly and I forgot all about the mysterious note, until I was ready to leave the next day. Another note pinned to the door with the same message. "You are not welcome here." The message was scribbled in red ink, and I did not recognize the handwriting. If my friends were going to have fun with me, I decided to have fun in return. I grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote a note to leave on the back of the door. "Why not?" I left it. After work I rushed home, but the note was still there. I almost took it down, but decided to wait until morning. The last couple of notes appeared in the morning, so it made sense to wait. When my alarm went off I ran to the door before a...

Goodbye... [ Link to post .] "It's time. Bring the sword," Ballisea  said. She sat upright in a large, elegant four post bed. Her husband Allister sat next to her, holding her hand. Her order was acknowledged by a skeleton that nodded then walked out of the room. "Are you sure you want to do this, love?" He asked her, but she only glared in return. "We can -," Ballisea interrupted his statement. "No, we can't. You don't know what it was like, and I hope you never do." Ballisea reached up to caress her husband's cheek. "I can't stand to bring a reminder of the worst part of my life into the best part of my life." She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. "You should leave. I don't want you to see me.. to see this." Allister grabbed her hand and kissed it. "I'll stay with you." A noise from the doorway distracted them. The skeleton returned holding a beautiful [ green g...

Sunday Free Write [ Link to post .] "Hey, number four. You there, guy?" The ranger asked. He wore red leather armor with a red and white quiver slung over his back. The ranger poked at the black mannequin with the number 4 hovering above its head. The number 1 hovered over above the ranger's head. He looked around at the at the rest of the group and shrugged. "Let's give them another minute," the priest said. She looked at a scroll to indicate she was in the menu. "I need one more full clear to get the achievement." The number 5 hovered over her head. "Sorry, I'm here," the mannequin said. Clothes appeared on it, then it came to life. In took the appearance of a monk. He wore green robes embellished with golden threads. The number 04 sparkled over his heart. "Hey your numbers match." The thief said. He used a dagger to point up to the number 3 above his head then pointed to the 04 on the newcomer's ch...

Souls have been proven to exist and to be what makes us sentient, we just don't know what they are or how they work. Scientists begin to study them, poke them a bit, move them around, take them apart... [ Link to post .] "So, it's not going to kill me, right?" The disheveled, bearded man asked while looking around at the white room he sat in. White light seemed to be coming out of every wall, including the ceiling and floor. He sat upright in a metal chair in front of a large glass desk. A beautiful woman with long dark hair sat behind the desk, but he did not know her name. It wasn't important. He was here for the money. "Mr. Spinne, unfortunately I cannot guarantee that an accident won't happen. However, I can be completely transparent with you. We have had some patients react badly and die during the testing. However any financial compensation due to them was paid out to their families, with a bonus. If you like I can give you some references to ...

You are an NPC in an MMORPG, talking the exact same dialoges and giving the same quests over and over again. Now you've had enough of this routine, so you tried something off-script. [ Link to post .] "Please guide me to the entrance of the cave. From there I can journey safely to my home," the young enchantress said. She rolled her eyes, but KiritoLegolas69 did not notice. The adventurer was too busy crouched on the ground trying to see up her skirt. After a second she felt that he agreed to the task. Once he accepted the quest he ran off ahead of her and she began to walk toward the mouth of the cave. Every day it was the same thing. Adventurers came to "rescue" her from the dragon's cave, in which she never saw a dragon. Then she would offer a reward from a selection of magic jewels. No matter which one they took she always had more. She remained trapped in the cave as long as she could remember. Sure, she had memories of her childhood, but they seem...

"Are you okay?" she asked. "No," he said, "but I will be." [ Link to post .] Jasmine Lee walked through the crowd searching for a mark. Any sucker that looked like he had a heavy wallet. She spotted a short man with his blue hair standing upright in a well kept mohawk. He wore gold chains and a dim look on his face. On his feet she saw the gaudiest white snakeskin boots she ever laid eyes on. Literal dumb luck, if Jasmine ever saw it. Elaborate tattoo sleeves decorated both arms. He walked next to a young woman in a purple and gold hoodie. Jasmine decided to follow them to try and get him alone. She decided to do some side jobs while she followed her blue payday. Jasmine spotted a hurried man approaching from the other direction, almost shoving people out of his way and glaring at those around him. He wore an expensive watch, and Jasmine felt good about giving the jerk what he deserved. She changed her course slightly, then bumped into him. He looked ...