[ WP ] You are a lurker of /r/WritingPrompts , and you always attempt to write a prompt of your own . The only problem ? Every time you try to do so , someone else has already posted your idea , word for word .

Hunter groaned in pleasure as he finished the last masterfully crafted sentence. He leaned back into his chair, loudly cracking his knuckles and sighing happily. 
 
 Finally, the writing prompt of all writing prompts. His own chance to bathe in the filthy loads of karma bestowed upon him by envious writers. `` Why had n't I thought of that?'' or `` Mmm, that's very clever.'' He could practically hear them whispering it, their cursors hovering over the upvote button before giving it that lustful press.... 
 
 He shook his head, clearing the dirty thoughts before doing a quick reread. *Surely no one had posted this, no way! It was too original, too well thought out. A simply unique idea that only his mind was capable of forming. * With a final smirk he clicked the save, quickly navigating back to the new posts to see his trophy placed upon the shelf. 
 
 There it was. Like a beautiful newborn child, just a single upvote holding it on its feet at the moment but many more to come and raise it to new heights. He looked longily to the mail icon next to his name, desperately anticipating the first orange letter. As if by magic, it came to him. A new message awaited him and he eagerly opened it, ready for its praise. 
 
 `` Nice repost faggot.'' 
 
 *Faggot? Repost? * 
 Hunter read the message again. Sure enough, that's what it said. Something had to be wrong, he had never reposted! He'd never sink so low, not even on /r/funny. What was going on? 
 
 Another ping and a second message fills his inbox. 
 
 `` Reposting loser.'' 
 
 Hunter began to sweat profusely, frantically clicking back to his beloved subreddit. He scrolled up and down looking for the imposter, only to find it posted 2 minutes prior to his. The 2 were identical, but he knew in his heart that one was a doppleganger. He scrolled over the name, a look of disgust crossing his face as he read it out loud, `` holy_huckleberry.'' 
 
 Hunter was going to do terrible things to his holy huckleberry. The rage consumed him and he slammed his laptop shut, getting to his feet and beginning his search for this shitty excuse of a plant.
