WritingPrompts

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[WP] You are the necromancer that time forgot. After untold years of research and experiments, there’s a new element on your workbench: mordite - The elemental essence of death itself.	1
[WP] (Note: I already posted this once but could not fit in all of my thoughts. so I am giving it another go.) One year. It has been one year since the mysterious off world fleet emerged in the solar system, making a beeline for our planet. All this time, they have held orbit.	1
[WP] “Kinetic weapon systems? For the love of… this lot should never be allowed to out of their system,” declared the forward observer sent to make contact with Earth.	1
[WP] You are the necromancer that time forgot. After untold years of research and experiments, there’s a new element on your workbench: mordite - The elemental essence of death itself.	1
[WP] As the high wizard, one of your duties is the divert storms headed for your kingdom. You’ve been watching this one approach for a couple of weeks. The only problem is, there’s an ice dragon at the heart of this one.	1
You are sitting at a cafeteria, trying to study and finish a leisurely lunch. Suddenly you are aware of something: the people at the next table keep changing but the conversation continues.	1
[WP] A pilot at a remote base, you are scrambled to respond to an unknown/unidentified areal threat. While pursuing in your warthog, you are hit by a strange orb, transporting you to a medieval battle, riding a dragon.	1
[SP] You wake up floating at the ceiling.	1
[SP] Aliens are bewildered by concrete.	1
[WP] You are the be romanced that time forgot. After untold years of research and experiments, there’s a new element on your workbench: mordite - The elemental essence of death itself.	0

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