WritingPrompts

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[WP] Like a pale moon it hung in the sky casting doubt on a trouble world. The stolen rock vibrated and burned in my pocket as I ran through the night. I knew then that I wouldn't stop until I had taken from them everything they had taken from me.	3
[WP] Machines have taken over. You lead a ragtag group of the survivors fighting for humanity. You've broken into the secret data center controlling everything. Your programmer calls you over, apparently 1/2 of the data stored on humans is about their haircuts and haircut history. WHAT?	3
[WP] "Four sticks together, burnt symbols of matter in each, lain together in the moonlight to show the path" We had deciphered the ancient text. The teacher at camp didn't think we would solve the problem. They were just giving us busy work but it showed us the way.	3
[WP] Near the end of the civil war Marie Laveau gave Robert Lee an offer for help. It was a chance to turn the tide their way but the cost was high.	3
[WP] The stories were never that good. The wording seemed forced. Reading every third word you notice the pattern. You've found an account that was placing secret messages into stories posted on Reddit.	3
[WP] The leading corporation manufacturing quantum processors, as a gimmick, makes a calculator powered by a quantum processor. At the first trade show it's all going well till someone tries to divide by zero.	3
[SP] Right before being put to death a convicted killer confesses that they are innocent.	2
[WP] Reproduction rates drop to dangerous levels from microplastics in the environment. To preserve humanity underground vaults of cryogenically frozen citizens are created and set to activate every 1000 years. One vault glitches and never activates. A visiting alien probe discovers the vault.	1
His smooth voice spoke to me of ancient names, names long forgotten. Vowels dropping octaves then back. Something insect like, dripping and wet, shot out tasting, infecting me. Shock then fear was gone. His voice continued; I could see him to the side in a reflection but otherwise he was gone.	1
[WP] The sky grew dark, clouds churned like oatmeal boiling in a pot, birds flew off into the sky and insects went silent. There was a rip, a turn, and it appeared before me. "A thousand times a thousand have we searched for you, each time with naught. Your erasure and exile end now, come with	1

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