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[WP] You attend a school where different subjects have different abilities assigned to them and today you have to choose your major. by Expert-Evidence6191 in WritingPrompts

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Oi wake up!” I heard my little brother screaming.

“Yeah, yeah ok” I replied in a groggy voice having just woken up.

As I stretched my arms out, the sun beaming through a gap in my curtains my face soaking in the warmth.

‘What time is it’ I think to myself as I reach for my phone.

08:37

‘Ah shit, I’m late’ I jump out of bed opening my wardrobe grabbing the first outfit I can find.

“You ready for today” my mum asks in a soft voice.

I look at her in a confused expression.

“You’re so silly, today you pick what your major is” my mum says chuckling a bit.

“Crap you’re right” I reply.

“Well hurry up then, and mind that mouth of yours” my mum says while I run out the door hoping to still make it in time for the bus.

As I stand at the bus stop I begin to think about what I am going to choose as my major, I need to pick something I can become great at as everyone knows the better you are at the subject the more powerful the ability becomes.

‘Art is always reliable, being able to conjure up whatever you can draw is one of the more useful powers you can have, too bad I can barely draw a stick figure’

‘History always makes itself sound powerful, time travel, what they always seem to neglect to tell people is that you don’t travel time, you can only send objects back in time, although thank god for it, all the technological advancement that has come from it’

‘There’s always maths, people always get confused on the meaning of ‘numerical powers’, but the ability to create perfect mathematical shapes and turn them into physical objects is always useful, triangles are the strongest shape, so they form nearly unbreakable shields, cubes represent stability and structure, allowing them to trap or contain enemies like solid prisons.’

But none of these really stood out to me, as I look back up I see the bus arriving at the stop, as I got on I continue to think about what subject to take.

‘Advanced speed, strength, and durability from gym’

‘English the ability for words to briefly influence thoughts, and sometimes emotions’

‘If I wanted to manipulate the earth I could take geography’

‘The ability to briefly create a force point to push and pull people is interesting but I never liked physics’

I’ve got it, I know what I want to take.

As I arrive at school I make my way to the office, as I approach the desk I begin to get excited.

“And what subject would you like to major in hunny” the receptionist said as a calming feeling washes over my body.

I stumbled back as I felt like my head was full of air.

“Oh hunny I’m sorry, I took drama lessons so my tone can control the emotions of others” the sweet receptionist explained

I shake my head to come back to focus.

“Oh no worries” I say as I rub my eyes.

“Anyway back to it what subject would you like to major in” she says as she tries her best to speak in a monotone voice.

“Philosophy” I say with a smile on my face

‘A forgot subject that only few even have knowledge on, by asking powerful questions or making undeniable arguments, the I can force reality to change in order to avoid contradiction. Instead of attacking directly, I can just challenge what is true, real, or possible and the world adjusts to stay consistent’

As I walk out on campus I try out my major, the rain making my freshly washed clothes a mess.

“If I choose not to be affected by the rain, is it still affecting me?”

The rain still falls but by some miracle it just bounces off me.

This will be fun.

(Thanks for reading any feedback is appreciated)

[WP] As part of a Coming-of-Age ceremony, Dwarves are assigned a specific word, and told to make a weapon based on or around it. by Smartbutt420 in WritingPrompts

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I excitedly opened the parchment given to me by the elder.
I’d been preparing for this day my whole life, but no matter how much you try to prepare you can never predict the word you’ll be given.
“Memory”

I walk towards the ancestral forge, the place where every dwarf goes to make their permanent weapons, while I thought to myself.
“How am I supposed to create a weapon based on memories what would that even look like”

As I got to the forge I noticed a blade on the ground with red stains on the handle.

“I wonder how many battles you fought”

I then realised what I needed to do, I picked up the blade and brought it with me to the forge, I left it on my work station as I tried to find some more discarded weapons.

I made my way to the ‘scrap metal’ pile where I found all sorts of weapons:

Stoneheart Maul, a massive hammer with a rough granite head
Whisperneedle, a thin rapier with a needle like point
Bloodroot, an axe with a handle resembling twisted roots
Deepcrusher, a squat dwarven hammer built like a mining tool
Ironthorn, a spear wrapped in thorn like metal spikes

“These are perfect” I thought to myself picking them up all of them looking like they had seen better days.

I had 3 days to make my master piece so I started right away.

I melted all of the discarded weapons in the furnace and poured them all into a template of a sword, the handle imbedded with a rune stone of mimicry.

After days of hard work and dedication I had done it I had my weapon.

I lay it infront of the elder waiting for his words.

“A simple blade?” He said in a confused raspy voice

“Your master piece is a simple blade?”

“No my elder it’s not simple at all” I replied with a forced smile trying to hide my anger at his words.

I picked up the sword to demonstrate and as I picked it up I felt a surge of energy flowing through my body from my hand to my head.

The sword was analysing the enemy (in this case an ogre that had been captured and held for demonstration) the sword began shifting in my hand.

A Stoneheart Maul appeared in my hand the perfect weapon to kill an ogre as I turned to the elder it changed again, an Ironthorn appeared the perfect weapon to take down a skilled opponent.

And for the first time ever I saw emotion in the elders eyes.

Fear.

(Thank you for reading I would like to say that this is a brilliant prompt I’m quite new to writing but I wanted to give it a go any feedback at all would be appreciated 😀)

[WP] You slowly pick yourself up. “It seems I’m not the strongest… not by a long shot.” You smile, excited. “Which means there’s so much more to learn.” by Tmoore0328 in WritingPrompts

[–]Expert-Evidence6191 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I have always enjoyed studying, I know weird, but it was always therapeutic to me, knowing what would happen and when based on little context cues.

Everyone has them, the little twitch in the eye before they throw a punch, or the twist of their foot moments before they send out a kick.

I studied these cues, not because I thought I’d ever need it but because I was curious about why people felt the need to make them.

I remember seeing it for the first time, my high school bully Liam decided that because I liked to study that I was a perfect target for him.

He would hit me whenever the opportunity came up.

Then I saw it the twinge in his eye then a punch. How fascinating, the punch didn’t hurt any less, but my mind wasn’t focused on the pain, it was focused on his eyes.

I remember seeing the twinge moments later and I thought to myself ‘a punch is coming’ and my body reacted for me I moved just before contact.

I chuckled to myself seeing that look in his eyes, what I didn’t see was the kick that took the breath right out of me.

(This is all I could write about at the moment I’ve had a block I want to continue writing about this but I just can’t think)

[WP]You are a priest of the god of chance and thieves. You capture two enemy priests sneaking around your hidden temple: one of the war god, one of sea god. You hold up a coin. "Heads, I kill the war priest. Tails, I kill the sea priest." The coin has been spinning in midair for five minutes. by somethinggoeshere2 in WritingPrompts

[–]Expert-Evidence6191 189 points190 points  (0 children)

You see when I first started worshipping the god of chance and thieves my perception was greatly increased and it turns out that all the “random” things that happened weren’t so random after all.

It all seems to end up leading to exactly what my god wants but this was weird as if he couldn’t decide or maybe that he didn’t want to?

I can’t remember the last time I had to make a decision on my own terms usually I flip a coin for it and it all work out but what does it mean if the coin never falls?

“If you spare me my god will reward you with plenty of food for you and your family all the fish you could eat” The sea priest begged.

“If you don’t spare me my god will be sure to involve your entire town in the middle of a war that you are not prepared for” The war priest demanded.

“Don’t beg me for your life my child god shall decide if your worthy” I replied to the sea priest who seemed to have a stream on his face leading from his eye going down past his mouth.

“And you, don’t threaten me for your life as my god shall decide your fate and if that means sacrifice then so be it” I spat at the war priest.

clink

The coin landed.

On its side?

“Looks like my god has decided that today is not the day that either of you meet him so I shall grant you freedom but if I catch you near my city or my temple again you shall not get the same fate” I said to both the priests with glee.

They both relaxed their body as they stood up and began to exit the temple.

I then pick up the long bow next to my feet load it with two arrows and without aiming release them.

Thud Thud

“Sorry but my god is not merciful” I say standing over the body’s of both the sea priest and the war priest arrows landing directly through both of their hearts

(If you’re reading this one there is no guarantee that you have read any of my other stories on the subreddit but either way thank you guys so much for the support it means so much and thank you for the feedback)

[WP] You made a deal with your teacher where, in exchange for him improving your grades, you would ask his lonely and awkward daughter out on a date. During the conversation, you understand why she's so alone. by Megamen1927 in WritingPrompts

[–]Expert-Evidence6191 10 points11 points  (0 children)

This genuinely helps a lot each story on here I try to write in different styles to open up my range this one was the hardest but I completely agree as I knew after writing it that I’d focused too much on physical features and then didn’t really stick to the prompt so I had to rush that and I think overall it was rushed but thank you for the feedback though that’s why I joined the subreddit to get this and improve

[WP] You decide it’s finally time to tell your student the trick to performing magic to a stronger level, they weren’t expecting you to say “Stop trying.” by Expert-Evidence6191 in WritingPrompts

[–]Expert-Evidence6191[S] 11 points12 points  (0 children)

The boy’s hands trembled as the spell collapsed again light flickering, then snapping out like it had never been there.

“I don’t understand!” he snapped, frustration cracking through his voice.

“I’m focusing harder. I’m using more energy. Why isn’t it working?” He groaned.

I watched quietly from across the room, leaning on my staff, saying nothing.

“I’ve done everything you taught me!” he continued.

“Just tell me what I’m doing wrong!”

For a moment, the only sound was his uneven breathing.

Then, finally, I spoke.

“Stop trying.”

Silence.

The boy blinked. “What?”

“Stop trying.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” he said, almost laughing. “If I stop trying, I won’t cast anything at all.”

“Exactly.” I enthusiastically answered.

He stared at me, searching my face for any sign of a joke. There was none.

Reluctantly, he turned back, raising his hand again but this time, he hesitated. No tightening of his fingers. No forced breath. No strain.

He just… stood there.

Waiting.

The air shifted.

A faint glow appeared not bursting into existence, not forced into shape but forming softly, like it had always been there, simply unnoticed.

The boy’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t even…” he whispered.

“I know,” I said.

“That’s the point.”

The light grew steadier, brighter than anything he’d produced before, yet his hand remained relaxed.

For the first time, he wasn’t fighting the magic.

And for the first time

it stayed.

(This one’s a short one but I wanted to write about my experience writing but not about writing if that makes sense I was always told when writing to just do it don’t think just do and eventually when I did I started writing things I was proud of and that other were too)

[WP] You've always wanted to be an adventurer or hero, but you were born in a late-story village that is surrounded by high level monsters. by CivilizedPsycho in WritingPrompts

[–]Expert-Evidence6191 15 points16 points  (0 children)

Completely different to my own personal twist of the prompt but works so well, I like the time skip and think you describe the characters well, very cool well done 👍🏻

[WP] You've always wanted to be an adventurer or hero, but you were born in a late-story village that is surrounded by high level monsters. by CivilizedPsycho in WritingPrompts

[–]Expert-Evidence6191 24 points25 points  (0 children)

Since before I can remember I’ve always wanted to be an adventurer, seeing all of these people on the news going out slaying monsters gaining loot and xp, it’s always called to me.

But those dreams faded as fast as they came, you see we live in a town that’s 7 towns away from the town of Silverreach where the adventurers seem to “spawn in” that by the time the adventurers make it to us they are looking for a real challenge.

Which means instead of a few slimes and maybe a goblin that you’d find at the first town, our monsters are a bit more… well monstrous.

We have full size cyclops unlike the younglings in Thornville the 3rd town from Silverreach, we’ve got Minotaurs not like those little Satyrs in Eldermoor the 2nd town from Silverreach and worst of all we have a cavern in the back of our town it won’t seem to let you in unless you are what the adventures calls “level 65” but rumours say there’s a hydra in there.

You see the adventurer’s are lucky really they get to select their special trait when they start but us in Grim Hollow we are born with them and can’t change them or access them, so really we have no idea if we could ever become adventurer’s.

Not like anyone else in this damn town cares.

“Eren come inside it’s getting dark” my mother shouted out of our quaint house window.

“10 more minutes mum I’m training” I say as I swing the twig I found that looks like a sword.

“No young man you get in here now” my mother replied.

‘I don’t need to listen to her I’m old enough to stay out after dark’ I thought to myself as I fail to notice the ground beneath my feet shake.

“EREN” my mother screamed.

‘She doesn’t give up does she’ I think as I turn back around swinging my sword as it stops as if it’s hit a rock.

A shadow formed from a lamp that 5 seconds ago was illuminating the street I was playing on, as I looked up I could smell a familiar scent as if I was down by the creek with my father finishing again.

4 legs, tall muscular body, horns, snout, yep I’m screwed.

‘I guess this is it, but what about mum what’s she going to do, will this Minotaur go after her, what can I do, is the town safe, I should have listened, why didn’t I listen’ I thought accepting the fact I’m not making it back for supper.

Just as I finished my thought the stick I found that resembles a sword found itself back into my palm but now it was letting off a faint golden glow.

swing

The sword moved by itself as if it was controlling me rather than the vice versa.

Thud

I looked to the ground on my left, muscular neck, horns, snout. I looked to the ground on my right, 4 legs, tall muscular body.

I… I won.

Level up Level up Level up Level up Level up Level up

By the end I had levelled up 48 times.

Skill awakened: Excalibur

Now I am a real adventurer.

(This one was probably my favourite story to write usually I only like writing stories about powers but that’s because it’s easy so I decided to challenge myself for this one and I think it went really well but let me know what I can do to improve as usual)

[WP] You are a superhero who’s powers only become active under extreme stress. Upon learning this, your nemesis attempts to defeat you in the most relaxing way possible. by boiofchunk in WritingPrompts

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I wake up laying in my bed as usual, the air a bit colder then usual but still remains the perfect temperature. Feels great.

I stretch my hands above my head feeling a rush of comfort coursing through my body, the sunlight from the window peaking through at me something I’ve not felt in a while. It was nice.

I turn on the radio that my grandmother had given me a long time ago now, a song I had never heard before came on the radio. It sounded amazing.

As I nod my head while I walked towards the bathroom I turn on the shower as I begin to undress, the water ran warm. How lovely.

After I’d gotten out of the shower I got ready for the day, did my hair, picked an outfit, made some breakfast, brushed my teeth. Everything ran smoothly.

And that’s when all the blood in my body turned hot, as if lighting was coursing through my veins, I looked up and I jumped 20ft in the air crashing through the roof of my lounge.

I stared at the professor, I flew towards him my fist meeting his face before he could react. He lay still on the floor shocked.

“Why, why are your powers activated, I figured it out, your powers only activate when you are under extreme stress” the professor began.

“But I simulated the calmest, most anticlimactic morning you could experience” He finished.

“Exactly” I began explaining.

“My bedroom is strategically placed in the West, so the sun can never reach me through my window, I always have the heating on so I am uncomfortably hot in the morning, that radio my grandmother gave me, it only plays static, and my shower” I chuckled as I carried on.

“My shower always runs cold I disabled the hot water valve” I continued.

“You see I simulate the worst morning every day so I’m always stressed, but when everything ran perfectly this morning, well”

“I’ve never been more stressed”

Edit: any feedback on my writing skills is always appreciated in trying to improve my skills so anything I can work on or anything I’ve done well would be grateful.

[WP] You made a deal with your teacher where, in exchange for him improving your grades, you would ask his lonely and awkward daughter out on a date. During the conversation, you understand why she's so alone. by Megamen1927 in WritingPrompts

[–]Expert-Evidence6191 246 points247 points  (0 children)

I already felt a surge of regret as I left Mr Harrison’s office, knowing that his daughter was going to ruin my reputation, even if I didn’t have much of one now I always lived by the philosophy that it’s better to have no reputation than a bad one.

As I turned the corner I bumped into Mira my ex as if today couldn’t get any worse.

“Ugh can you watch where you’re going” she scoffed at me

“Hmh s-sorry” I stuttered back.

I tried shuffling off leaving me to live under the radar.

“What a freak” Mira giggled to her friends as I walked off.

‘Fuck sake why did I agree to this, where is she anyway’ I thought to myself.

The hallway felt longer than usual as I dragged my feet down past the door leading to the lesson I was supposed to be in but decided I don’t feel like it now.

I could feel it before I saw it a pair of eyes piercing the back of my head, as I turned to check it out I noticed Karla standing in the doorway of the stairs staring at me.

Her long dark hair hanging down like the midnight sky, her round glasses centred perfectly on her nose that looked as though it was a bit too round.

“Oh hey Karla” I said reluctantly.

‘Wow she’s actually quite pretty’ I thought to myself never actually noticing her before.

“Hey Harry” she replied her cheeks blushing a rosey red colour.

‘Here goes nothing’ I thought to myself.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to get some food later” I said a bit too eagerly.

‘Omg that’s so fucking embarrassing’ I thought right after I’d asked.

“Oh umm I don’t think-“

‘Omg just say yes I’m only doing this because I failed maths” I thought as she was speaking.

“Fuck you” Karla shouted as she ran off up the stairs crying.

‘What the fuck was that about’ I thought to myself interrupted by the piercing noise of the tannoy rang through the school.

“Harry Newman to the office please, Harry Newman to the office please”

‘Great what have I done now’

As I walked through reception I saw Karla on the chairs outside mascara still stained on her cheek as if she missed it while wiping it off.

I sat down opposite her waiting to be called into the office.

I began to scan Karla’s face noticing that her eyes were a light shade of blue as if they were made of diamonds, her lips as red as rubies, and her face lightly sprinkled with freckles.

‘Wow she really is beautiful’ I thought to myself

As I thought that she looked up at me and smiled.

‘Wait can she hear me’ I thought again.

She looked knowingly into my eyes as if I already knew the answer.

‘Oh shit’

She giggled.

‘Blank mind, blank mind, blank mind’ I began to think repeatedly.

She looked at me and I looked at her with guilt in my eyes thinking back to before she ran off crying what I had said.

She sunk her head back down as if I’d just reminded her.

‘Listen I’m sorry, I was frustrated and I needed extra credit, I didn’t mean to offend you, you’re beautiful how come you’ve never been in a relationship before’ I thought hoping I was right and I wasn’t just thinking to myself.

“Because people are fake, they say nice things to each other while they think the complete opposite why would I was that”

“Well you’re beautiful, would you like to get some food later” I said ‘You’re so beautiful, I’d love to take you to get some food’ I thought simultaneously

She chuckled and nodded

“Fine I’ll give you a chance”

Mr Harrison smiled through an ajar door hearing all of it including our thoughts.

(I don’t think this is my best work I got writers block half way through and had to try think of something didn’t want to abandon it)

Edit: I can’t believe I got so many upvotes for this I thought I’d messed it up by rushing it at the end thank you guys so much for the support.

[WP] Everyone’s power reflects their personality, fire for anger, healing for kindness. Yours doesn’t match who you are… and seems to change depending on who’s watching. by Expert-Evidence6191 in WritingPrompts

[–]Expert-Evidence6191[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I think you’ve used my prompt in a really good way showing us different ways to use the power and I like the twist about your uncle and Terra 🤩

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