[ WP ] Someone submits a writing prompt that has nothing to do with time travel , the supernatural or special forces .

Jeff had a condition called Nazivampiresupernaturaltimetravelingism. It was a rare condtion that required that everything he read be about Nazi vampires time traveling to other times and interacting with historic supernatural beings, beings like Alien Abraham Lincoln. 
 
 In order to get his required intake of historical supernatural nazi vampires, Jeff would browse /r/writingprompts on reddit. It was a 100 % guarantee that everything he read would be close enough to his needs that he would not have any adverse reactions. 
 
 Unfortunately for him, the /r/writingprompts mods were not being particularly vigilant that day and let a more original prompt get through their verification process. 
 
 Jeff was happily reading the fourth prompt that day about Hitler when his eyes happened to grace upon it. At first, nothing happened, he simply stared as his mind tried to make sense of the words on the screen. Then, Jeff began to get a slight headache as his brain worked overtime but the words were simply not triggering a connection to the oversized part of his brain dedicated to time traveling nazi vampires. 
 
 A bead of sweat formed upon his brow and slowly ran down the swastika tattooed on his cheek. Jeff was n't a Nazi sympathizer but he had always wanted a tattoo and his condtion required that the tattoo be related to Nazis or Vampires in some way and, understandably, Jeff would rather be associated with Nazism than Twilight. 
 
 Finally, as Jeff fully realized that this prompt was not a repeat of every other prompt he had ever read on this sub, his body broke out in hives. 
 
 `` N-No, t-t-this ca n't be!'' Jeff's eyes were widening in fear and a cold sweat was breaking out all over his body. `` It's not possible!'' 
 
 The muscles in his body were beginning to seize up and twitch in sporatic patterns, `` I- I need..'', Jeff's mouth snapped closed on his tongue as his arms spasmed outwards and his spine was bent backwards at an obscene angle by the seizing muscles. 
 
 Panicked grunting was heard coming from Jeff's closed mouth as his muscled seized even harder. His back was bent at such an extreme angle that nothing but the bottom of his thighs and the top of his head were touching the chair. His arms were thrown up into the air as if asking God for relief from this lack of Nazis. Sweat was pooling onto the leather of the chair around him as he tried to speak again. `` I need Na-'', his mouth slammed shut again as another spasm hit him. 
 
 Blood was running down his chin from his bitten tongue as his acutely bent back forced him to stare at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes. A long pained grunt was heard as a huge muscle contraction forced loud farts out from between his sweaty clenched butt cheeks. His arms were thrown wide and waving around in small frantic circles, his legs were locked together at the ankles underneath his chair. Grunting and farting were alternating with each other to create a language all its own so that Jeff might call for vampire nazi even while his jaw was clenched shut. 
 
 With a great heave Jeff forced his mouth open and cried out, `` I NEED NAZI VAMPIRES!'' His neighbors called the police. That final effort was too much for Jeff's already abused body and his heart gave out with one last beat, much like the last beat that a Nazi's heart just does before they are turned into a vampire. 
 
 Jeff `` Time travelling Nazi Vampire'' Burdock was dead.
