WritingPrompts

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[WP] Long ago a witch cursed you with a terribly inconvenient curse: Every time you go grocery shopping by the time you get home the most expensive item will have spoiled. It's been 10 years and despite learning to live with and work around this curse, you're officially fed up.	14
[WP] Only the most experienced, thrill-seeking weather spotters and storm chasers have what it takes to get critical storm information to folks who need it most. Twister season is here. You're taking to the air for the first call of the season with your spotter crew and your trusty dragon, Squall.	14
[WP] At the edge of the universe there's a bullet train station, its tracks fading into the unknown. It exists as a hangout for teens playing hooky and as a deserted vestige of a society long erased from the galaxy. A single passenger car remains, always powered on, but never moving. Until now.	13
[WP] She's a hedgewitch, they said. The last of her kind who knew how the magic of old words could feed the blooms of the next season. She saved them in jars, in baskets and crockery, waiting for the last of winter to melt away. Then she fed them to the earth and gave them new life.	13
[WP] The ocean made a mournful whisper, splashing icy water at their feet. “Are we orphans?” The youngest asked. Their sibling looked out a long moment, watching the charred remains of the royal fleet sink into sea. “I suppose so.”	12
[WP] There's a chill in the air as you meet your sisters in the clearing at Hollow Creek. You exchange the traditional mulled cider, light the sacred spice candles, and form a circle to speak the ancient words. Tonight you all have business to attend to.	12
[WP] The Society We Live In has begun a program taking volunteers to be Forest Listeners, people who listen to the woods to preserve the sacred sounds of nature. Over the past few months you enjoyed being a third shift Listener... until you heard something you weren't supposed to.	11
[WP] The Craigslist ad for a job out in the American West wrangling mustangs did not mention dragons, but here you are, about to lasso a wild dragonsblood mustang.	10
[WP] On the altar lay three items, each incomplete on their own, each belonging to other people, but together they make a whole. You will need all three for this journey.	9
[WP] The King was impossibly tall, a crown of quills resting on his noble brow. He smiled kindly, though his voice was steeped in grief. "Time is running out. Write of our glorious life, for we will live on in the hearts of the readers."	8

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