WritingPrompts

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[WP] Seven warriors, six patrons gods. The first six have been chosen. The seventh warrior steps up, a seemingly futile gesture. He prays for a patron. Surprisingly a cold, long forgotten voice answers: “We are both outcasts. You shall be my protégé.”	9
[WP] In three years of dating, you’v never heard your SO sneeze. One day while fooling around, you tickle her nose and she sneezes reflexively, into your face. Your face is blackened, your eyebrows are singed off and the weird smell of scorched hair hangs in the air.	9
[WP] Turns out the Galaxy knew about humans for a very long time. They just didn’t make contact because they couldn’t be arsed navigating the space debris field around earth.	9
[WP] You are running from an alien invasion when a ship passes you. 18 soldiers drop who fall into step on both sides flanking you. The ship lands in front of you and a ramp extends. An alien voice sounds, but you understand: “We await; Master Commander.” The soldiers on both sides present arms.	9
[WP] A class 10 weather mage, you are tasked with defusing every major storm that threatens your kingdom. What no one knows, is that the energy of every storm you suppressed is inside you. Your next target is brewing: the largest storm the kingdom has seen. There might not be enough room...	9
[PI] The Suit is powerful. A mech for some, body armor for others, always unique to each person who wore it. Those who wear it, hear the words "not original user, booting basic mode" As a joke, your sergeant gives you The Suit and the first thing you hear is: "User detected: Welcome back, Commander"	8
[WP] A summoning has gone wrong and you’re losing control of the demon you summoned. Your SO walks in on you and promptly starts to nag, insult, and berate the demon.	8
[WP] Where magical lore has always been blue shift (sky/water) and green shift (earth/life) a young mage tests out to be red shift.	8
[WP] Walking in a field under the full moon, you look up. A dark cloud passes and you catch a glimpse of an ancient shadow that has pursued you across lifetimes. A soft foot falls beside you and you feel a cold wet nose in your hand...	8
[WP] The vast moor stretches at your feet, shrouded in shadow. As the moon bursts out from behind the clouds, you hear a low guttural growl by your side. A wet nose bumps your palm. The hunt is on!	7

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