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Little by little as you grow up a tatoo appears on your wrist. It's a puzzle piece. Everyone has different, incompatible puzzle tatoos. One day you meet someone who's puzzle piece fits together woth yours. Who are they?
You laugh, watching the humans run around looking confused at where the rain fell from, or how the sky turned dark at night, or wonder how far away the stars were. You leave them alone, completely humoured at their stupidity, but return one day to find some of them dancing on the moon. You close the container of your old science project and put it away in your bag. “Weird.” You mumble.
You work at a place where you analyze peoples' dreams. Your coworkers and you are seen as the lower class, looking for the few and far between abnormalities in dreams in a very near perfect society, one where everything is moderated and dreams are usually constant, all the same. One day, you and your coworkers begin to come across a large rise in the number of abnormal dreams. Is you society collapsing? Or doing just the opposite?
You're stranded on a dessert island because God made a typo.
Death has finally come for you. In a last ditch effort to prolong your life, you make a bet. If you can beat The Grim Reaper in a game of chess, you get an extra fifty year. If you lose, you suffer in hell for eternity.
Every night when you sleep, you go through your soulmate's day as a dream. You see everything, hear everything and feel everything they do. And you can hear all their thoughts.
You are going through your day when suddenly everyone recognizes you even though you can’t recall doing anything that would be even mildly recognizable. Day by day, these fans of yours are getting more and more anxious as to what you’ll do next to top what you did last time.
You, an undercover supernatural hunter, have traveled to many worlds beyond imagination. One day, you find yet another portal. As you enter, you find your deceased family, begging you for your help to escape what they call “hell”.
You can’t decide what to wear for your best friends party. In fact, you so stressed out you barely noticed the fact that someone layed out a beautiful outfit. You live alone
You wake up one day in a perfectly normal world, with one exception: Your favorite television series has ceased to exist, and you’re the only person with any memory of it.
You are given the chance to design a new perfect education system. You then have the key to unlock the secret of human capabilities. But the deal was, if one student were to fail to unlock, all the future genius will be unborn.
You are a super villain who has travelled back in time to unleash your evil plot. However, in doing so you have changed the past and your past self becomes a hero, your nemesis.
Person A is a cop who is new on the force and Person B has a long criminal record. One day when B is brought in A can’t ignore how drop dead gorgeous they are. Yet A is too shy to talk to B, so instead they look through their file and learn everything that can about B. A quickly falls in love with someone they have never even spoken to, how do they get together?
There have been shadows in the corner of your eye since you were born. One day, you finally catch one in the center of your vision and it deflects a car hurdling towards you. As you look around, the shadows are preventing multiple untimely deaths from happening to you.
One day, you check your calendar in hopes to see how many days are left until Christmas. But Christmas isn’t on the calendar. Neither is New Years, Easter, Valentines, etc. And no one knows what a “holiday” is.
Your father the king died, you’re the next in line, you are getting crowned, everything is going great until you see your father smiling at you through the window of the castle.
The universe can be boiled down to a single thing. Cheese.