"Sweetie, I know that you can't control your powers," His mother said. "But could you please try to stop imagining killer robots?"

writing prompt (this reminds me of Amy Pond who grew up with a crack in her wall so she could remember people that never existed and bring them to life just by thinking of them)

Make the book sum up. And then on the last page kill the most lovable character by the main protagonist and the protagonist likes it. (Get Him Back Writing Prompts)

Make the book sum up. And then on the last page kill the most lovable character by the main protagonist and the protagonist likes it. How to make a characters death sadder

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He made a grunt and attempted to move his tightfisted left hand, before the gurgle of his final breath escaped his lips in a collapsing sigh, his eyes more cold and lifeless than ever before. His hand relaxed and a slip of paper could be seen.

Someone walks by your table and drops a folded napkin in front of you, trying to be discreet. It's a note saying, "Get out now, while you still can."

A folded napkin.

Writing Prompt -- Someone walks by your table and drops a folded napkin in front of you, trying to be discreet. It is a note saying, "Get out now, while you still can.

Prompt -- you are a teenager with the ability to measure how "dangerous" people are on a scale from 1 to 10 just by looking at them. a normal child would be a 1, while a trained man with an assault rifle might be a 7. today, you notice the unassuming new kid at school measures a 10

Writing prompt: "You are with the ability to measure how "Dangerous" people are just by looking at them. A normal child would be a while a trained man with an assault rifle might be a Today you notice the unassuming new kid at school measures a

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TFR’s Writing Prompts No. 126-130

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"You will never really die?" "I can't. Unfortunately. I'm cursed."  At least she thought she would never die....

Infinite lives.

infinitelives I'm thinking a Temporal looped character. They are locked in an infinite time loop, cursed to die, be born again in the past live then die again. Seeing the same world, same people, same experiences infinitely many times

There's an urban legend that's been circulating for years about a taxi cab that doesn't take you where you want to go, but where you need to go. One night, you step into this cab. More

Where you need to go.

There's an urban legend that's been circulating for years about a taxi cab that doesn't take you where you want to go, but where you need to go. One night, you step into this cab. More<<<< the taxi cab of requirement

[open rp. Be the boy] I drop one accidentaly that says, "Jason" I look at the glass as a he appears. I gasp as you apear. You looked confused. "Where am i!?" You say to me.

Glass balls.

Be the boy] I drop one accidentaly that says, "Jason" I look at the glass as a he appears. I gasp as you apear. You looked confused. What about a soulmate story

Someone is murdered on the cruise ship you're on. Passengers are told to lock themselves in their cabins and await instructions. The captain speaks from the ships PA system, "The first contestant has fallen. Only 5,132 remain." With that, the doors all click and swing open.

Cruising.

Someone is murdered on the cruise ship you're on. Passengers are told to lock themselvs in their cabins and await instructions.

the person was my little sister. She emptied our families nightmares that were caught, trapped between the webs of our dream catchers. Every night I would here her screams echoing down the halls. I wanted todo something but there was nothing to do. So every night I lay there, her horrified shrieks pounding in my ears. In the morning I would give er a sympathetic look and she would smile and wipe away the tears. That was all before the nightmares got to intense. She died, later that…

Writing prompt That's me. Im the nightmare emptier. The horrible things I've seen.who could be have such horrible dreams? The reason I am the one whose job this is, is because I cannot dream. I cannot dream nice dreams or terrible ones.

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