writing prompt
"How about we start by me ripping out those brains you seem not to be using?"

writing prompt/ dialogue prompt: "How about we start b taking out those wires that you seemed to have shoved into your leg?

Writing prompt
(Rp?) I can't help but feel guilty that we had to tie him to the chair to start...
He told the woman. She called herself a specialist on magic. Lies. "It started last Wednesday. Please help her rid of this. We have children who need their mother. Their real mother, with out this... magic." He said. As if I was sick. He was so wrong. So wrong. This woman was just a thief though. She didn't know anything about magic.
Would be interesting if the dark arts was traditional light magic. Reversed universe

The dark arts.

The child was learning IN the dark alongside their mother - interesting au: learning is prohibited by law.

twosisters

Two sisters.

The two sisters continued arguing about how to help the girl that they didn't realize she was still bleeding out. When the girl collapsed, her companion yelled at the two, "Are you going to help her or not?

writing prompt>>> she simply laughed, throwing her head back with the absurdity of it all... It's kinda cute, the way she does that, you thought to yourself.
The android beeped, a comforting noise. Jacus sighed, wishing he knew more life forms than androids and robots. But, he didn't, and he didn't really want to meet any, either. Suddenly the android gave a high pitched but quiet beep, almost like he was whispering, "Listen!"
dialogue prompt
Two young boys on a mission to the local store for something mundane seems like a fantastical challenge. Make it clear what they were really doing near the end of the story.
It became harder to open his eyes after each blink but it didn't matter now. He had done it. They were safe. All of them-safe. She was safe. He smiled as he thought of her, how her hair glisened in the sun and her eyes sparkeled like the stars at night. A single tear fell despite his smile, he would miss her. He sighed and stopped fighting to keep eyes open.

It became harder to open his eyes after each blink but it didn't matter now. He had done it. They were safe. All of them-safe. She was safe. He smiled as he thought of her, how her hair glisened in the sun and her eyes sparkeled like the stars at night. A single tear fell despite his smile, he would miss her. He sighed and stopped fighting to keep eyes open.

"Mom! What's happening! Why am I forgetting things? Why do you keep disappearing? Mom!" She cried to me. I knew caring for her, who had my name and bio parents but was not one bit me, would come with this price. I wasn't just dying, I was being removed. I didn't belong anymore, she was changing too much. It had only been 3 years but I'd changed her entirely. I was over joyed and depressed at the same time. I knew I'd have to explain.

Life was definitely interesting for Mal. He would be called Malcolm Junior, to which he'd giggle uncontrollably.

She stands in the village streets, singing for money. Singing the same old tune. Every day. Week. Month. Year. Is it good? No?

For a living.

People rarely listened to the words of her song, for the melody was more than enough for them to enjoy as they rushed on by. A pity it was, for her songs spoke of things to come and her lyrics were prophecies set to a tune.

"But I don't want other people to sacrifice for me. I don't want them to die keeping me alive."

They need to keep us alive so their plan would work."//"I don't want their plan to work.

writing prompt. Crazy things could happen with this one.
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