WritingPrompts

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[WP] A wartime law passed to allow conscription of students who passed eighth grade with magical potential. To avoid this, you openly plagiarize assignments, doodle on tests, and skip classes to fail. It's your fifth repeat year, and the teachers desperately want you to pass.	1392
[WP] You, a dragon hatchling, were poached from your nest by a knight to be an exotic pet for the princess. You aren't worried though. Mother is coming.	428
[WP] On a particularly long and dull train ride with bad reception, you take to observing those around you. Across from you rests a sleeping transit goer, whose wireless earphones periodically flicker a faint blue. After a few minutes, you recognize a pattern. In Morse code. It's S.O.S.	353
[WP] You were the sidekick of a D-list villain who skirted by as a flashy, attention-grabbing thief with heists so laughably unimportant that the public considered them an endearing minor inconvenience. They raised you, they cared for you, and they loved you. Now they're gone.	199
[WP] You've always been good at adapting to your circumstances. Literally. Your body unconsciously shifts to best fit the situation. It's saved you several times in the past—like that time you fell off a cliff and became a bird. Today you cannot see, hear, smell, touch, or taste. Only think.	110
[WP] After getting stuck in a time loop for a few years with no foreseeable conclusion, you gave up and started doing whatever you want. Fast-forward another ten, and the consequences of your actions are manifesting in new loops.	96
[WP] You're a regular woman who just moved to a nice rural town with a few black cats to keep you company. Unfortunately, the area's supernatural entities and creatures have all begun looking to you for advice, magic, and arbitration; they think you're a witch.	84
[WP] You are Dog. Today, your human has not gotten out of bed at the usual time, nor have they been receptive to the traditional ritualistic practice of leaping-into-the-bed.	59
[WP] You are a Courier. You deliver by hand, to anyone, anywhere. To dragons hidden in their lair, to galactic overlords light years away, to descendants hundreds of years in the future. You die every week; it's part of the job. Today, you have a letter addressed to you before you became a Courier.	58
[WP] After your great aunt dies, you inherit her glasses as per the will. Having 20-20 vision, you pass it off as a posthumous joke. One day on a whim, you try them on and reality cracks; it turns out they weren't just reading glasses.	40

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