WritingPrompts

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[WP] You stare out at the ocean lapping at your office window, a quiet wave rolling in, a warm breeze drifting past as the sun shines overhead. A lovely day - except you're on the 73rd floor of a skyscraper in a major city nowhere near the coast.	9
[WP] Someone is following you. You can't see or hear them, but you can feel their gaze. It's making you nervous and worried, the first feelings you've had since the beginning of time. The Reaper is scared of this new unknown.	9
[WP] You wake up, hungover and feeling like garbage. You try to roll out of bed, only to hear the sound of glass, wood, and metal breaking under you. Stunned, you realize that you're much bigger than your house, and it's half destroyed under you, because you're now a giant dragon.	9
[WP] The delivery driver for a small company forgot to put his small white truck in park before working on the engine, and it just ran him over. When he woke up, he found himself in a strange fantasy land, surrounded by everyone he'd ever hit.	9
[WP] She is the love of your life that you met in a fantasy world you dreamt of at night. And you're convinced she exists on that other side, trapped. Magic failed you utterly. Maybe, just maybe, technology won't.	9
[WP] You are woken in the middle of the night by a frantic call from your uncle that your parents were in a horrible accident and aren't expected to survive. But you distinctly recall this happened ten years ago.	8
[WP] The body of a dead woman suddenly crashes through your living room window. You stare in shock as her numerous wounds and even torn clothing suddenly mend. She stands up, giving you a withering glance. "Oh bloody hell, haven't you ever seen a zombie before?"	8
[WP] Suddenly, nothing happened at all.	8
[WP] Rejected by too many publishers and out of frustration, you angrily submit a new story so incredibly impossible and brimming with fantasy tropes that there's no way it will be accepted. Much to your surprise, you get an immediate response. "How did you figure it out? Wait there."	8
[WP] You just can't help yourself, and gather your exasperated friends for yet another attempt to summon something. As usual it works, and as usual not the way you wanted. In the circle, Death stares at you, midway through sudsing up his bony arm. He points a rubber ducky at you accusingly. "YOU!"	8

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