WritingPrompts

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[WP] Armageddon is upon us. The forces of Heaven, Hell, and Humanity are battling for supremacy. That is, until the great nature spirits awaken. Earth is tired of everyone's shit. It's fighting back.	32
[WP] Alright, ladies and gentlemen. We lost contact with the UN research vessel 5 weeks ago. It's since reappeared 3 light years from its last known location with no warp signature. Expect temporospacial anomalies. We board in 15 minutes.	23
[WP] Your date is friendly, engaging, and simply radiant. Afterwards you walk with them to the subway, but are assailed by armed men. Who are promptly incinerated. You turn to your date, they're literally radiant. "Oh, uh, Helios is my dad." They mutter in embarrassment.	20
[WP] The party is wonderful. A live jazz band, a fine assortment of cocktails, beautiful decor. The music stops, the speech is given, and half the attendees along with the staff rip out of their human forms. People scream. People run. You clinch your fists with a smile.	16
[WP] As royal heir, you knew you'd be saddled into an arranged marriage. It's time for courting. Your soon-to-be in-laws walk in...Lucifer? Lilith? You're being married off to the Prince(ss) of Hell.	7
[WP] "They've breached the security doors, headed our way." "This is it, we're fucked! We have to leave! Now!" "Don't worry about it, the janitor will take care of things."	6
[WP] The voice grates against your mind, "I have made your body a temple of my design, a vault of horrors. You are not one, but many. Breath and usher forth nightmares." You stand, composing yourself. The enemy at the gates, you speak, "Let there be monsters," and so it was.	6
[WP] It's the height of prohibition. You're an officer in what was supposed to be a routine sting operation. Now it's a bloodbath. Crime evolves and the mob recently employed black magic.	6
[WP] "What is it you desire?" The mangled, pitch-black figure whispered. "Power. Knowledge. To destroy my enemies." I growled, tears welling in my eyes.	5
[WP] Yet another enemy stands in the way of the hero's journey. With holy sword crafted by brightest gods, the chosen warrior strikes at the tall, ashen figure. Now, the sword lay broken, still vibrating from the impossibility it contacted. This...thing. Was no monster. It was much more.	4

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