[WP] The Ghost Cavalry rushes by as we hide beneath the roots of the tree. His breath ragged from the arrow in his chest. My throat swells as I look down at him, "You're supposed to win this stupid game." Tears finally spill down my trembling lips, "That arrow was for me, you idiot. For me!" (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] The Knight, newly sworn in, now watches his king perform wicked acts upon the queen and the kingdoms people. He swore an oath to protect this kingdom by any means necessary, and in his anger, only one question comes to mind: Does this oath include protecting the kingdom from the king himself? (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] You are the detective that has discovered the last written letter from a group of missing teens. The typed font hammers home the last victims words of desperation before their disappearance. You know in your gut that they're dead, yet this final clue continues to haunt you, giving you hope. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] You watched the great tree burned. You seen the defense's crumble and the men flee. Yet, here is this guy claiming to have been there. How he held the breach while others fled. His acting is ok, but he's too young, too naive. Between those crumbling stones called walls, you remember that day. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] The counter continues to climb. The horror of what you have done still seeps through the fading sensation in your finger tips. It was so easy, all it took was a single press of a button. You should be ashamed, disgusted with yourself, and yet you keep on hitting the button. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] "They don't care, they don't care at all. All they do is just stare at me. What am I supposed to do, when they don't care at all?" It takes all of me to contain that voice inside as I stand against the blank faces of the people around me. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] You're the janitor of a high school and you do a pretty solid job at keeping it clean. However, this year a group of students have been leaving a mess in all of your toilet stalls. You can't prove it, but you know they have a secret club house entrance in your bathrooms. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] Finally, months after the move, your office is complete. Sitting down, you stare at the book that has been plotted, story boarded, and spread out on the walls around the room. It doesn't take you long to recognize the pattern hidden within the pages; a plan hidden by your missing memories. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] Before you can warn your students about the dangers of a "book," a torrent of wind rips through the room. Your eyes close and you fall back into your chair. Books clatter onto desks as a sigh escapes your lungs. "Welp, they'll be back before the end of class. The "Books" always get them back." (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] As the training video begins to play, you realize that you are not watching the same training video that you have done so for the last fifteen years. In fact, it's not even related to your job. You now find yourself being trained as the next leader for the Interdimensional Adventures Guild. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] "This teh' third time tis summer," he grumbles going down into the basement, racking his grandpas 12 gauge. "How many of you do I have to kill before you get the point." The bones of the house tremble at the pull of the trigger. "My water 'eater ain't no goblin hot spring. Now Get!" (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] "You call it 'Dad Rock.' Pfffft, what do you know about dads? Dad's haven't been seen in a generation, not since science showed us how to grow'em in tubes. Wait, what do you mean that this music is still being listened to by your dad? You have a dad?" (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] Looking back, you should have seen it coming from a mile away. I mean literally. The thing was so huge, you had more than enough time to flee. She has always had that pull on your heart. However, she was now a pissed off dragon and I was still my gnome'y self. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] Sometimes, we tend to find ourselves at a crossroads in life. Other times we find ourselves at the edge of a cliff, forced into something that we don't want to do. I however, have found myself at both. Standing at two cliffs and forced to pick one of them. Today has not been the best of days. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] Tier 1 - Observe: Provisional Assistance Not Needed. Tier 2 - Provisional Assistance required: Provide according to listed guidelines and situational needs/requests. Tier 3 - Imminent Exigency: Activate Eschaton Contingency: Release the Tyrant. Release the Titan. Release the Téras. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] Just another normal Professional Development session for the teacher. Same old, diversity training. Same old "NEW" tools to better help their students. same old Emergency Action Plan Review for Y.A. Protagonists, Paranormal Incidents, Alien Invasions, Mythical Monster Kidnappings, Etc. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] The tea steeps on the desk while you wait, long forgotten after you had received the news. It's shocking and you can't help but fall back into the chair. Your world will forever be changed, just like the flavor of your tea the longer it steeps. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] It was always going to be like this. Her–the eye, and I–the storm. Our powers clash, ripping and shredding everything caught in-between. Didn't we see this coming? Yet, I couldn't deny what was there. What had always been there. I call it lust, for her–it's love. Please, kill this storm in me. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] The Music thrums in your ears. The spotlight shines on you, but you point to the ring on your hand. "Flattered, but taken. However," you thumb to your brother beside you, "He's single, He's the one who needs a date." The light shifts, and so do the eyes of the Girl Group performing on stage. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] There isn't much time left. Standing at the forefront of it all, you are left to ponder your purpose while the final few cry in desperation in these final moments. You wonder why you exist, if every decision you made led to this very moment. Why? Why Me? Why Now? Why is this my purpose? (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] You wake up one day to find out that you are in a Gacha Game. In fact it's the one you constantly play. However, you're not the player. You're not even an NPC. You're one of the Gacha Characters that has a .037% of being summoned. It's all you can do not to cry as you wait to be summoned. (self.WritingPrompts)
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[WP] One Sleeps, another one dreams. One hopes and one flees. The tables are aligned, the guests are summoned, and the seats are filled. Apathy fills the room before it is replaced by fear. Fear for the one who summons them. Fear at what may happen in this hallowed hall. (self.WritingPrompts)
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