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Ten Minutes: The Most Dangerous Writing Prompt Generator

He stared hard at the ground as he tried to recall his attacker, and began describing,

"It was tall." Lukas frowns. "Much taller than any human has the right to be." He knew that the cops didn't believe him. He could see the skeptic looks on their faces.

"Explain that for us. What do you mean exactly?" The male cop asked. When the police arrived on scene, Lukas remembers thinking the male one was unnaturally attractive, or perhaps unfairly was the correct word. Now Lukas couldn't help but grimace at the belittling tone the man used.

"You know what I mean." He shot back, earning a warning glare from both officers. "It wasn't human. It couldn't have been. Easily taller than that light post over there. Just as skinny too. And it didn't speak any language I've ever known to exist. It just screeked and clicked. Like it was trying to find me." Lukas paused. "Echolocation, I think. Please you have to believe me. It took my friend." The officers' faces lit up.

"Your friend? What do they look like?"

Lukas sighed. Finally, we're getting somewhere. "Her name is Gigi. She's got jet black hair with purple hightlights. She's real skinny. Umm… pretty tall though." He raised his hand about an inch above his head. "Comes to about here. She was the one who drove us out here. That's her car over there."

"And why were you two out here past the city curfew?" The female officer raised a brow.

"Seriously? Are you blaming us right now?" Lukas's voice raised in pitch and volume. The male officer shook his head, glaring at his partner.

"Of course not." He said, clearly trying to defuse the now messy situtation. "We're just trying to understand. Maybe there's some kind of motive behind this."

"There's not motive! My friend was just taken by some monster! If you aren't going to do anything about that, you can find me someone that will!"

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Being a community means we accept everyone. You cannot have the queer community and neglect the people within it. My blog is a safe space for aromantic people. They are valid. They are loved. They are seen.

REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID

I want to see how many people actually are willing to say this and not just act like it

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You ever look at a man and wonder how his pea-sized brains still managed to be bigger than his d!ck?

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The Most Dangerous Random Prompt Generator Day 3

There was something not quite right about the window. Bre looked over several times throughout the dinner but couldn't quite put her finger on it. The design was realitively old, what with the hand carved frame and the glass that was stained a yellowish color from the wear. Obviously, the cleaners had neglected the window for years. Bre looked back at the older woman in front of her. She seemed to talk forever. First about her husband, then her sons, and her grandsons. The dogs and cats, the maids, and her nurse. Talk talk talk. All Bre was worried about was that damn window. After the gruelingly long dinner, Bre was finally able to go closer to investigate. The glass was indeed stained and neglected but the carvings were so detailed that it left Bre in awe. It was like a story. On the top frame, there was a tower with a girl hanging out the window and a horse outside looking up at her. The little prince was in front of the horse, also looking up at the girl. The frame to the left was the same, save for the prince, who seemed to be climbing the tower. The struggle on his face was so intragently done that Bre wondered who the artist that craved this was. Surely the artist had tools customly made just to carve such tiny features. The bottom frame was where it all went wrong. The little prince was falling. Bre audibly gasped at the sight when she noticed that the girl had launched herself out the window, as if she could make it to the boy before he hit the ground. Then the right frame. There, in front of the horse laid the two young lovers. Bre had spent so much time staring at the frame that she hardly noticed the outside scenery change. Outside the window now stood a tall tower, a horse and its boy, and the forest surrounding the tower. Bre's jaw dropped as she tried to step back. There was no longer a room to step back into. Bre turned. The entire house was gone! She stood on a floor of darkness, surrounded by darkness. The only light came from the window, which she now realized was her only way out of the nightmare around her. Why was this happening? What was she meant to do? Was she supposed to stop the prince and save the girl? Was she actually meant to save this story?

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The Most Dangerous Random Prompt Generator Day 2

The house wasn't the same to her any more. It's been different ever since he left. Logically, Lilly knew that he was just a rebound. There's no way she truly cared for him. It was just another one of her toxic "I need you right now" calls that turned into two then three. Then a week… and a month. Now, it's over and she could hardly believe it. He ended it too. Typically, she ended things. Perhaps that's why it hurt so bad. Or maybe it's the fact that he felt so right, despite it all being for her own selfish gain. Lily had known he liked her, and she was desperate after her long-term relationship had failed.

"It's not fair…" She says outloud. "He said he loved me. He sounded so sure of himself."

Lily stands and walks to the bathroom to splash some water on her face. Just like a man. No… not like a man. He was the victim here, not her. She looks at herself in the mirror.

"Shit… I fucked up." She sighs and runs her hands through her hair. "Why do I even care what he thinks of me anyway! He was meant to be temporary."

Because you loved him too, idiot. He was sweet to you. He treated you in ways that no one else did. He saw you as more than the town slut. Or he used to...

Now the house just felt hollow and loveless. Just like her.

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stop saying "kill yourself" to people, guys.

start saying "I hope we both die with our hands around each other's throats and god I hope it's pure agony, good god let me be the last thing you see and let you be the last thing I see before it all fades to stardust."

that'll teach them.

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Using The Most Dangerous Random Prompt Generator every day until I'm famous- Day 1

She could smell gas even before she opened the door... the lab's generator must be leaking again. Sammi hated it here; it was killing her in the most literal sense of the word. At this point, the fumes no longer made her light-headed or sick. The smell served as a reminder of her purpose: the lab. Just like her father and his father before him, she was the most important piece of the puzzle here. Without her, nothing would work and the lab would, without a doubt, be shut down. She made her way up the stairs, down the hall and to the room that held the generator. Much to her surprise, someone was already up there attempting to fix the issues.

The man was small, much smaller than she was. He had fur everywhere, though a majority of it was very thinned. Probably from years of evolution. The thickest fur nearly covered his entire head, face and all. His clothing was oddly fitted to his body, and he wore thick gloves to keep the fuel from touching his skin. Sammi tilted her head as she watched from the doorway. The way this man worked on the generator was that of upmost expertise and she wondered if the man had been by the lab often enough for repairs to be so second nature. She had never seen him around before, so why now? She steps closer carefully, as not to startle him.

Closer.

And closer.

And closer still.

Until he turned. The color drained from his face in a satisfying way. His eyes were much larger now. Sammi found herself smiling as she bends to his height.

"SAM-1... how did you get out of your cage?"

It hit her then. He wasn't the odd one. She was. Sammi stepped back as the man continued to talk, this time into a box on his shirt collar.

"Sam is out, I repeat, Sam has broken free once again. She is in the generator room. Backup Backup."

No...

Not again.

Please she just wants to smell of gas to stop.

She just wanted to fix the lab.

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Thank you so much for reading. Add on or use the prompt yourself. Much love~

Milo