WritingPrompts

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[WP] Everybody but you has light super powers. Heating a few degrees, levitating a pencil... The bell rings to mark the start of second period. A voice down the hall screams "Help! Fire!". You run towards the door and open it: No one is panicking. The bell rings to mark the start of second period.	10
[WP] On your 14th birthday the King summones you to his chambers. As the eldest son of a family of servants this is not an uncommon request. He greets you and bends to his knees: Yours is the real Royal Lineage, obscured in deception to ward it from assasinations, and the servant lineage is theirs.	9
[WP] It's Christmas eve and Santa is here! He starts in Africa, swiftly delivers on Asia, and as he sweeps Noth towards Russia he thinks "Ho Ho Ho, America awaits! I'll go through the north pole!"... Anti-ICBM kicks in and shoots him down! Santa was mistaken for a Russian attack! Oh no!	8
[WP] It was only because of their worn trinkets, unremarkable tokens of gratitude exchanged decades ago, thay they caught sight of each other in between the multitude that separates them. Unable to reach each other, memories and emotions flow from their aching hearts.	7
[WP] Everybody is born with imperfect memories of prophecies dating exactly 50 years into the future. As Head Archivist, your job is to make sense of the prophecies about the end times and to prevent them: Ragnarok.	7
[WP] All guns stopped working. All money gained illegally has vanished. All drugs have decomposed. All religious text have been destroyed. A message appears in every screen: "It's done, now do better." The first rogue AI has given us another chance, but does it understand what it means to be Human?	6
[WP] Hell has frozen. You're a lawyer dealing with binding contracts now active because of this most peculiar occurrence and ensuring a prompt delivery of their promises.	6
[WP] Chosen by the sword you defeated the Demon King five decades ago. Today it sits on a display case on the Museum of Heroes awaiting a new wielder as the prophecy predicts. A familiar shine emanates from the blade as you come closer. A single thought crosses your mind: "I'm too old for this ****"	6
[WP] Year 215X - Benevolent AI's run the world, providing everything a man could ever need: Food, shelter, companions and arts, but you believe in this thing the old masters of music called "Soul". You call to your saint James Brown for the strength to win the Rock-Off that will end all Rock Offs...	6
[WP] It is the fourth month since anybody won any lottery worldwide and speculation runs rampant about this "Global Dry Spell." Todays lotto ticket arrives as it does every week, and behold, it's a winner as every other you have recieved so far... You should never have asked for that wish.	6

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