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Writing Prompt #563

The festival was held every year at the beginning of spring, when the last frosts finally melted and the hard earth began to warm. All the young folk clambered for the honor of being the village's "sacrifice" for the festival - a pageant-like role where they asked fairies and other creatures associated with the spring for good fortune. This year's sacrifice didn't know what to do when one such creature actually answered...

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Writing Prompt #576

Universes collapsed every day, jut not in plain sight. One being was tasked with observing as each one fell. They'd wondered for years what would happen should they intervene, but they hadn't actually tried until one kind mortal invited them to break bread as the stars began to fall...

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Writing Prompt #570

Death was not the end. In fact, death had been quite the startling beginning. A powerful resurrection spell had brought them back to their adventuring party at the behest of the local temple, but something seemed off. They felt the same and all their limbs worked properly, but as the edges of consciousness crept in and sleep started to overtake them, they swore they could hear something murmuring to them in the dark...

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Writing Prompt #557

Flipping a coin had become their favorite way to make decisions. Choosing between two dinner spots, picking which shirt to wear, and so many other decisions were rendered simple. So, why shouldn't they flip a coin to decide who gets to live...

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Writing Prompt #567

When a building is burning there’s only one thought that matters-get out. One of the tavern’s patrons had scrambled to the back, throwing open doors in a wild search for a back door. They hadn’t expected a door at the back of a pantry to open to a swirling portal of purple and blue…

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Writing Prompt #572

The smell of damp earth permeated the air on a misty morning walk. The hills were peaceful at this hour when everything was just beginning to wake. Unfortunately for the person walking the slopes, one looming creature had decided to stay up late…

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Writing Prompt #560

Blasting music in your ears brought the walk home to life. You could imagine yourself in the center of the ballroom or a mysterious club. What you didn't expect was your next step to transport you to the place of your imaginings...

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Writing Prompt #555

Every single day was the same until it wasn't. It started with bits of silverware going missing. Then the color of the curtains changed. Next there was a new couch in the living room. Everything was changing one step at a time with no indication as to why...