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Fairytale, fantasy, oddities, and madness - all of which make you think outside your reality. For writing, inspiration, and general imagination.

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99. “Mommy didn’t want me. She chose you instead.” “No, I don’t think so.” “Yes, she did. She chose you instead of me! She’s a mean mommy!” “Stop yelling - it’s not nice!” “I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to be unhappy.” “I’m not.” “I know. But what if mommy decides she doesn’t want you either?” “Mommies don’t do that.” “Maybe. Is she still mad about yesterday? That’s a long time to be mad.” #99.

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98. “Do you like my painting?” She dipped the paintbrush into the pool at her feet again and continued painting, humming as she went. “That’s a pretty color, Bridget...” She didn’t reply or seem to notice as he moved a little closer. “I don’t think you’re allowed to paint the walls though.” She scoffed, glancing back at him and dipping her brush again; the pool was spreading farther across the room from her mother. #98.

Prompt 98.

98. “Do you like my painting?” She dipped the paintbrush into the pool at her feet again and continued painting, humming as she went. “That’s a pretty color, Bridget...” She didn’t reply or seem to notice as he moved a little closer. “I don’t think you’re allowed to paint the walls though.” She scoffed, glancing back at him and dipping her brush again; the pool was spreading farther across the room from her mother. #98.

97. They settled in the clearing with their books, not worrying at all about how the grass might stain their clothes. Zander studied a book of sheet music, humming under his breath, while Walt perused a history book he’d found the day before. They talked occasionally but mostly found a soft kind of bliss in each other’s silence among the trees. #97.

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96. The figures danced gracefully through the misty darkness, an attractive illusion to bait romantic souls. #96.

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94. When the fog rolls in across the bay, and you can hardly see your hand in front of your face, the saddened and desperate multiply in the darkness. The bridge, scarlet arches of golden opportunity, is there to welcome those who have shut the doors to any other opportunity. Once there, the air is suffocatingly fresh and the only reminder of the ocean below is the crashing of the waves. You can stand there all night, surrounded by fog and dark thoughts, as I once did, and you can even gaze…

Prompt 94.

94. When the fog rolls in across the bay, and you can hardly see your hand in front of your face, the saddened and desperate multiply in the darkness. The bridge, scarlet arches of golden opportunity, is there to welcome those who have shut the doors to any other opportunity. Once there, the air is suffocatingly fresh and the only reminder of the ocean below is the crashing of the waves. You can stand there all night, surrounded by fog and dark thoughts, as I once did, and you can even gaze…

93. She could hear the music from the library; she probably shouldn't be there during the party. But the dancing had grown dull and her sister mentioned a library of enormous variety, having allegedly visited herself. The door swung open and she dropped the book with a jolt. #93. Jeune Fille Lisant by Charles Chaplin (1857)

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Jeune fille lisant (1857). Charles Chaplin (French, 1825-1891). Oil on canvas. The figure had an irresistible attraction for Chaplin, and like Kray, who also commenced by painting landscapes, he...

92. Her eyes were light, blue as the sky on a bright summer morn, and her eyes were dark as a night without a moon. Anyone who didn't know them well would get them confused, but one glance from someone familiar would tell them exactly whose eyes they had met. The dark was calming, cool and mysterious, but the light burned, with an intense heat only certain souls could stand. #92.

Prompt 92.

92. Her eyes were light, blue as the sky on a bright summer morn, and her eyes were dark as a night without a moon. Anyone who didn't know them well would get them confused, but one glance from someone familiar would tell them exactly whose eyes they had met. The dark was calming, cool and mysterious, but the light burned, with an intense heat only certain souls could stand. #92.

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Prompt 199.

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#198. “Lady Grey” by Tim Walker

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Prompt 197.

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196. "Okay. But right now I'm glad they can't." "Why? Because you're naked?" "Yes." "It's really not that bad." "Really?" "... No. No, it's bad, I'm sorry." "I hate you so much right now." #196.

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196. "Okay. But right now I'm glad they can't." "Why? Because you're naked?" "Yes." "It's really not that bad." "Really?" "... No. No, it's bad, I'm sorry." "I hate you so much right now." #196.

195. "I do so love the sound of moonlight." "The sound?" "There's a certain music, a pure and calming song." "I don't hear anything." "Not everyone does, poor things." #195.

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#194.

[WP] A little girl is terrified of the monster under her bed, but what she doesn't know is that the monster under her bed protects her from the true monsters - her parents. You are that monster.

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188. Where she walks, no flowers bloom, and where she stops will be your tomb. Fear not the witch upon her broom, but the words she spits that spell your doom. #188.

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188. Where she walks, no flowers bloom, and where she stops will be your tomb. Fear not the witch upon her broom, but the words she spits that spell your doom. #188.

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Prompt 171.

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170. "What are you doing?" "Ssh." She pulled her blankets tighter around herself, with some vague thought of their protection, and watched as the creature slithered cautiously from under her bed toward the bedroom door. It waited, blocking the small amount of light that streamed through the crack under the door. "Please go away." It seemed surprised by her small yet strong voice. "I can't; I must protect you." #170.

Prompt 170.

170. "What are you doing?" "Ssh." She pulled her blankets tighter around herself, with some vague thought of their protection, and watched as the creature slithered cautiously from under her bed toward the bedroom door. It waited, blocking the small amount of light that streamed through the crack under the door. "Please go away." It seemed surprised by her small yet strong voice. "I can't; I must protect you." #170.

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[WP] A double agent who goes by two aliases has been assigned by each country to kill his alias on the opposite side.

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164. 164, that's what it said, printed with strong typewriting strokes, under the peeling corner of the bedroom wallpaper. Page 165 soon followed, apparently glazed on the back of said tarnished wallpaper, teasing her with novel possibilities. Curiously, however, she found no other pages in the vicinity. #164.

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Prompt 163.

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162. "A queen for me," she said, twirling the card between her fingers. "And what card will come for you?" She shuffled the cards and smiled as she laid out five cards, face-down. "Hmm, you want diamonds. You may be disappointed, young knave." #162.

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162. "A queen for me," she said, twirling the card between her fingers. "And what card will come for you?" She shuffled the cards and smiled as she laid out five cards, face-down. "Hmm, you want diamonds. You may be disappointed, young knave." #162.

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Anachronistic Fairytales

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160. "Really?" "Hey, in my defense, he said something really stupid." "Really??" "Don't yell at me - yell at him." "He's already bleeding!" #160.

160. "Really?" "Hey, in my defense, he said something really stupid." "Really??" "Don't yell at me - yell at him." "He's already bleeding!" #160.

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Prompt 159.

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Prompt 158.

"To hold a pen is to be at war."

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399. My journey had a definite destination; there were many of us, around the world, of various ages, whose necklaces had always been ice cold, almost burning our skin. It was an annual meeting for those who lost soulmates early on and were cheated of a cherished rite of passage. The meeting served to replace that rite, offering a journey and the promise of lifelong friendship; some had even discovered relationships so close to soulmates that their necklaces languished in jewelry boxes…

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#396. Realistic Modern Fantasy.

Prompt 396.

#396. Realistic Modern Fantasy.

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394. "Aw, come on, Sean," Jesse whined after squinting at the camera in Charlie's hand. Tim and Pat looked at Sean, but ended up looking at each other. They glanced back at Jesse, shrugging. "How does he expect me to get any good summer pictures if he keeps phasing out?" #394.

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394. "Aw, come on, Sean," Jesse whined after squinting at the camera in Charlie's hand. Tim and Pat looked at Sean, but ended up looking at each other. They glanced back at Jesse, shrugging. "How does he expect me to get any good summer pictures if he keeps phasing out?" #394.

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392. He hung from the air vent, unprotected and entirely exposed. The finely embroidered rug, one of the headmaster's prized possessions, swayed at least three feet below his shoes. Glancing around, he tried to spy some cover; his landing would cause a notable thump, regardless of how carefully he fell. #392.

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499. She didn't smile at his joke, even when he awkwardly laughed at himself. "So, did you hear about the new recruit?" he asked and that made her laugh. She laughed openly and loudly, even after the boss came in the room. She only stopped when both men sat down, but she was clearly repressing giggles. "Meet your newest team member, Doherty." Doherty glanced at her, a flash of rage passing through his eyes before he finally said, "I get the laughing now." #499.

499. She didn't smile at his joke, even when he awkwardly laughed at himself. "So, did you hear about the new recruit?" he asked and that made her laugh. She laughed openly and loudly, even after the boss came in the room. She only stopped when both men sat down, but she was clearly repressing giggles. "Meet your newest team member, Doherty." Doherty glanced at her, a flash of rage passing through his eyes before he finally said, "I get the laughing now." #499.

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497. "I thought you said you wouldn't come," she said, deflated, as if she'd lost all the air in her lungs. He smiled, only a little, as the winter sun lit the right side of his face. "I decided I should," he replied, clasping his hands together behind him. She smiled, gazing down at her elaborate dress. "So you do care," she started, looking back up. He was gone. She was alone. #497.

Prompt 497.

497. "I thought you said you wouldn't come," she said, deflated, as if she'd lost all the air in her lungs. He smiled, only a little, as the winter sun lit the right side of his face. "I decided I should," he replied, clasping his hands together behind him. She smiled, gazing down at her elaborate dress. "So you do care," she started, looking back up. He was gone. She was alone. #497.

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[WP] Describe the same character twice. Once to fall in love with them, then again to be repulsed by them.

You can use real people if you fancy.

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Prompt 495.

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494. Even fairy godmothers like a night out. Even fairy godmothers go to royal balls. Even fairy godmothers dance. Even fairy godmothers fall in love. #494.

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494. Even fairy godmothers like a night out. Even fairy godmothers go to royal balls. Even fairy godmothers dance. Even fairy godmothers fall in love. #494.

493. He was unlike any man, or person, she had ever seen. There was no proper face, but a void of light nearly blinding her, and she couldn't look away. The stunning beauty of the swirling brilliance under a common jacket hood captured her imagination and her curiosity. She couldn't look away. "Let me take you." #493.

493. He was unlike any man, or person, she had ever seen. There was no proper face, but a void of light nearly blinding her, and she couldn't look away. The stunning beauty of the swirling brilliance under a common jacket hood captured her imagination and her curiosity. She couldn't look away. "Let me take you." #493.

492. He was at the park every day at lunch, sitting on his motorbike and writing in a small black notebook. For weeks, she watched him scribble, forever curious about what he could possibly be writing. One day, five months later, he wasn't there but the notebook sat in her usual spot. What she discovered was a loving portrait of herself, in over fifty pages of slanted scrawl. "She's a pretty girl until you hear her story; then she's beautiful." #492.

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550. She wrote, in her familiar, once-charming scrawl, "So undeserving. She moans about it all the time, she doesn't deserve Clarke or her job or even me. She doesn't know how right she is. I couldn't control myself anymore. That voicemail from her boss? Deleted. She probably won't realize she's fired until she goes in tomorrow. And Clarke? If she knew how many times in how many places in their apartment... I couldn't help it. She wouldn't shut up. Maybe now she'll bother someone else."…

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550. She wrote, in her familiar, once-charming scrawl, "So undeserving. She moans about it all the time, she doesn't deserve Clarke or her job or even me. She doesn't know how right she is. I couldn't control myself anymore. That voicemail from her boss? Deleted. She probably won't realize she's fired until she goes in tomorrow. And Clarke? If she knew how many times in how many places in their apartment... I couldn't help it. She wouldn't shut up. Maybe now she'll bother someone else."…

549. He was just a normal guy, I told myself. Well, apart from being blind. I mentally prepared myself as I walked over to him. I opened my mouth, about to speak to him when he beat me to it. "You don't have to talk to me just to get those idiots to stop making fun of me," he said, hardly distracted from his sandwich. My mouth fell open in surprise. "How...?" I stuttered. He smirked without moving his head in my direction. "Don't you wish you knew." #549. (Abridged from @elenaelenakc)

Prompt 549.

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547. "I don't like this museum," her nephew said, tugging on her hand. She didn't move; it was captivating. A step forward in time-travel, the image of what was to come... She almost didn't believe it. "I want to go home," her nephew said, quietly, glancing at the museum security guard nearby. She nodded, smiling down at him briefly. "We'll go home now." #547.

Prompt 547.

547. "I don't like this museum," her nephew said, tugging on her hand. She didn't move; it was captivating. A step forward in time-travel, the image of what was to come... She almost didn't believe it. "I want to go home," her nephew said, quietly, glancing at the museum security guard nearby. She nodded, smiling down at him briefly. "We'll go home now." #547.

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545. She glanced up and down the canal once more, and turned back to the metal grating. The doors, nearly a level above, were tightly closed and she didn't like the idea of trying to open them while hanging off a metal grate. She pressed the small camouflaged security button and then pressed herself up against the metal grating. The camera that emerged looked up and down the canal, seeing only water and not her pliers slicing the wiring. #545. Marie Elisabeth Lüders Haus, Berlin

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299. He had passed at least five boats now, only one of which still had a live, breathing paddler; even then, that man had refused to speak to him, believing him to be a hallucination. He hadn't tried the shores yet - he was sure it wouldn't be any safer. #299.

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299. He had passed at least five boats now, only one of which still had a live, breathing paddler; even then, that man had refused to speak to him, believing him to be a hallucination. He hadn't tried the shores yet - he was sure it wouldn't be any safer. #299.

298. She adjusted the mirror on the tree trunk almost as soon as she had appeared. From his spot behind another tree, he could see her adjusting something on the bark behind the mirror. As she set the mirror back again, it swung just enough to the left to catch his fascinated face in the reflection. Her eyes widened but she smiled, and he found himself weak in the knees before he could find the courage to step out from behind the tree. #298.

Prompt 298.

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297. The child gazed with wonder at the large dragonfly on his finger and, later, would have sworn that it smiled, quite warmly, at him. #297.

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297. The child gazed with wonder at the large dragonfly on his finger and, later, would have sworn that it smiled, quite warmly, at him. #297.

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295. Her skirts tossed up behind her as the wind blew up around the field. He watched her as he came up the lane, resisting the urge to run up to her. Her father was watching from the front lawn but it was clear from her smile that she'd forgotten her father ever existed or that he had serious objections to their relationship. #295.

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#81.

MBX Vol 01 02 One-with Nature by Nisachar on DeviantArt

#81.

99. “Mommy didn’t want me. She chose you instead.” “No, I don’t think so.” “Yes, she did. She chose you instead of me! She’s a mean mommy!” “Stop yelling - it’s not nice!” “I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to be unhappy.” “I’m not.” “I know. But what if mommy decides she doesn’t want you either?” “Mommies don’t do that.” “Maybe. Is she still mad about yesterday? That’s a long time to be mad.” #99.

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#199.

Prompt 199.

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#198. “Lady Grey” by Tim Walker

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#197.

Prompt 197.

Dark Fairytale, Fine Art Photography

196. "Okay. But right now I'm glad they can't." "Why? Because you're naked?" "Yes." "It's really not that bad." "Really?" "... No. No, it's bad, I'm sorry." "I hate you so much right now." #196.

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196. "Okay. But right now I'm glad they can't." "Why? Because you're naked?" "Yes." "It's really not that bad." "Really?" "... No. No, it's bad, I'm sorry." "I hate you so much right now." #196.

195. "I do so love the sound of moonlight." "The sound?" "There's a certain music, a pure and calming song." "I don't hear anything." "Not everyone does, poor things." #195.

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#194.

[WP] A little girl is terrified of the monster under her bed, but what she doesn't know is that the monster under her bed protects her from the true monsters - her parents. You are that monster.

Thanks for the huge amount of responses! Loving most all of them, thank you! Sorry it was a bit simplistic though.

#193.

Etusivu

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Prompt 192.

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Prompt 191.

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#189.

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188. Where she walks, no flowers bloom, and where she stops will be your tomb. Fear not the witch upon her broom, but the words she spits that spell your doom. #188.

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188. Where she walks, no flowers bloom, and where she stops will be your tomb. Fear not the witch upon her broom, but the words she spits that spell your doom. #188.

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