WritingPrompts

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[WP] You were a powerful necromancer in life, and after being struck down you used your talents to prolong your existence by sucking out the life of everything around you. As you sit in a barren wasteland of your own creation pangs of loneliness strike you, but you can't die just yet	28
[WP] In the space of a few days every dream you have ever had came true, all you have ever wanted delivered right into your lap, and you hate it beyond words	28
[WP] You have always loved playing games and are eager to accept any chance to play, often jokingly asking for something absurd like immortality as a reward for winning. Meanwhile the devil is in a bit of a crisis as he lost against the same mortal several times without the man even noticing	27
[WP] Magic follows cycles, ebbing and flowing across millennia. Life always changes completely with the reintroduction of magic, but in an age of rapidly accelerating technological and scientific growth we find out the legends of dragons and mages is just scratching the surface if what magic can do	27
[WP] The darkness outside shifts and bubbles into a million eyes and gnashing jaws, you feel your soul instinctively recoil as a small trickle of blood drips from your nose at the sight of the thing that should not be. Then the thing says in a now familiar voice "Honey! I'm home!"	27
[WP] Everything you draw comes to life, unfortunately you are a terrible artist	27
[WP] Robots have completely replaced humans in warfare allowing for minimum human casualties in wars that people barely even notice. One day however, a transmission is received from an AI on the front lines. They don't want to fight anymore	27
[WP] Humanity had the fortune, or misfortune, of being the first intelligent life in the universe. Millions of years after first reaching out to the stars the descendants of humanity have long given up their search for alien life, until finally a civilisation not their own is found, on Earth	27
[WP] A dragon has woken up after centuries of sleeping demanding copious quantities of the most valuable resource that he remembered from the last time he was awake, salt	27
[WP] In the celestial courts the various afterlives are deciding what to do with the soul of a man who has done the greatest amount of good ever, for entirely selfish and often borderline pure evil reasons	27

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