WritingPrompts

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[WP] A...'Spelling Bee'? What is that?... What? You mean... It's a form of ritual combat? Ah-ha! Very well. PROCEED! Leave none standing, my child! Grind their souls under your boots! Make me proud!	33
[WP] As the only siren in a group of mermaids, you are usually considered the black sheep of the family. But you're getting sick of being blamed for every single ship that sinks across your stretch of sea. Like, that happened ONE TIME!	32
[WP] You are a magician who can actually use magic.The attention that wizards and sorcerers get isn't your idea of fun; So you disguise all your spells with sleight of hand, wires, and tricks of the light.	32
[WP] "Every member of the team must have a different number of legs." The rule was archaic and foolish, but a rule nonetheless. The spider and octopus exchanged one look, and both thought the same thing: I need my eighth leg more than you do.	31
[WP] You tried to talk them out of it; Tell them it would be a mistake, but they insisted. Joining you and your extended family to church this weekend is your date: A Demon. And they seem very eager to go poke holes in the preacher's sermon.	31
[WP] You become best friends with your own reflection. One day, they surprise you and introduce you to their other friends. "Yeah, we do all sorts of things together! What about you? I bet you have lots of friends, huh?" You gulp. "...Y-Yeah. Lots..."	31
[WP] Formless shadows linger around your shoulders as you gaze into the mirror. You can feel the dark presence massaging your neck. It scares you. "What's wrong with me?" You murmur under your breath. A gentle chorus of voices replies. "Absolutely nothing."	30
[WP] Your kidnapper is being awfully nice, and you aren't really sure how to react. They pass you a hoodie, smiling."Rope might get too tight, and duct tape would totally pull on your skin, so I'll just use these strips of cloth. Don't worry- I can tie your hands in front of you if it's less scary!"	29
[WP] A zombie bit you just before you could take it out. All alone, you grieve, and await your fated doom as a shambling corpse. You have only hours, days at most. A survivor finds you, and insists you might as well make the most of your time.	29
[WP] You don't know why the doctor looks so pale. Or why they keep calling you 'Subject Seven'. Or why the red crayon doesn't float like the rest. But you're glad they finally gave you something to play with.	29

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