WritingPrompts

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[WP] You are a god who retired to live a normal life as an ordinary farmer. Every once in a while a bratty hero or arrogant villain would harass your townsfolk. And you would teach them how to be a normal, mature, and productive member of society.	12
[WP] Five spells of knighthood bounds your spear's final form, and each is released according to the level of threat. You just bought a cinnamon bun from an old lady, and your spear is already unwrapped.	12
[WP] You got invited to your siblings birthday party. But when you arrived and about enter, you got a text, "Whatever they say, do not tell them your real name."	12
[WP] During the Age of Steam, nations made battle androids to aid their conquests. They are ruthless killing machines of cold-blooded efficiency. But nobody told you, its partner, that they're all stunningly beautiful models.	11
[WP] Your new recruit wants to prove himself to the mob. As an advice you told him one must bite the bullet when times come and he might just succeed by the skin of his teeth. As you're held by gunpoint, he steps in before you, and opens his mouth.	11
[WP] While exploring, you came upon a crater so deep it has layers of microclimates and ecosystems. As you look down, you saw balloons carrying baskets rising from the depth.	11
[WP] Human rights became protected by magic. No more labour camps, political persecutions, or any unlawful imprisonment anywhere. 10 years later, you're the only one left. This is your story.	11
[WP] Each artist has a muse assigned to them. Erato for poets, Polyhymnia for songwriters, Thalia for comedians, etc. But when it's your turn, you saw a name never mentioned in any book: Clio, the muse of history.	11
[WP] Earth was devastated by a nuclear apocalypse. The flora was destroyed but fauna quickly evolved resistance to radiation. Starving, the animals preyed upon the only uncontaminated food source: You and your kind.	11
[WP] Your sibling died in your arms during a mob shootout. Regretting your past mistake, you became the don with one goal: to dismantle it from within. Today's ground zero.	11

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