WritingPrompts

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[WP] It was high noon. I watched the sheriff finger his piece at ten paces away. Buzzards wheeled overhead. Bystanders watched fascinated from the saloon. The sands swirled and a tumble weed rolled past. We drew our weapons and started blasting magical incantations that would make the devil blush.	7
[WP] The aliens come for their first ever actual Earth visit. Endeavoring to try the much lauded human cuisine known as "pizza", they land on an island and enter a restaurant. However, upon being presented with a Hawaiian pizza, they turn to us and say, "You know this means war, right?"	7
[WP] In the middle of the night, when you reach under your bed, someone else grabs your hand. It's a monster...child. Who is asleep in a bed in another dimension.	7
[WP] "In the corner of my eye, there's a boy with a goat skull for a head. He watches and watches there from the foot of my bed. Everywhere I go he isn't too far, from the roof of my school or the middle of a bar. No matter what I do, he's here to stay. I wish I wish he'd go away. He's getting clo "	7
[WP] The old world was full of mages, fiercely seeking domination in an endless quagmire of war. Immortal, they drowned nations in molten rock, pulled stars down out of the sky, breathed plagues, and woke the dead. The worst of them were buried deep in the earth. You just found one asleep.	7
[WP] Religions are companies. Heaven and Hell are actually the same place, a massive corporation. God is the managing supervisor with a huge ego and narcissistic personality. The devil is his lowest employee who gets all the crap jobs and none of the credit.	7
[WP] Your father was the lead investigator in the Amalgam Serial Killer case. He lost his partner and never got the guy. Now your following in his footsteps, as it looks like the killer's back. But when you catch him, you are faced... With your father.	7
[WP] You've always looked up to your elder. They've always known what to say, what to do, how to survive. One day, at a party they didn't want you to go to, they get shot by an unknown man. As they die in your arms, they say they aren't your sibling, but a future you. The seventh iteration of you.	7
[WP] The character on the page regards me with disdain, his penciled lips turned up in an evil smirk. "Yes, dig into your doubts. Draw out your criticism. Take your pen and strike me down and I will return more incomprehensible than you can possibly imagine."	6
[wp] Almost every human has the potential to create fire through a necromantic ritual known as "friction". All plants : horrified gasp	6

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