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Start your story with the line, “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” (Whether this is a literal fire is up to you.) "No, young lady, this place has never met fire. These beautiful and frozen leaves can't be heated. They emit a radioactive wave that destroys everything you use to try to burn them." said the Blue Bishop.       "Fascinating," responded Namina, the mist coming out from her mouth, mixed with the greatness of those four-meter-high and black trees perturbed her focus.       "When I was young, I lost dozens of lighters playing around with these old friends." added her grandfather.      He is lying to me. Nobody is that stupid to try more than three times the Fotia chance , she thought. "Why are you still alive?" Namina asked naively. I heard that three times is the maximum time of amounts you can disrespect the forest."       "Bullshit. That's what we tell people to avoid actin...

"Write a story about someone who travels to the future and isn’t happy about how they’ve been treated after an event." I think I can work this out.      I'm on the very edge of total war, yes, a fight made for me. I don't know the magnitude of how dangerous it is. But it's big, perhaps I can take advantage of it. I don't have to reveal myself against the Korean government. The Americans will come for me.      The other regimes aren't as severe as the Asian ones. So now, I can imagine this scene as "Who pays the most, wins."      But wait! How did the Koreans know where I was hidden? I had at least four VPNs activated. That fact freaked me the most.      Do you not understand what I'm talking about?   Oh, you should have said that before. Alright, the anecdote goes like this. Nov. 8, 2020, 8:20 p.m. KST      Let's jump into the issue. My name is Fenech, and I grew up in Botswana.     ...

Log entry: Moon 315 Hi, Lucas, here. When I woke up this morning, the car's gas marked twenty-seven kilometers left. I've been driving for four days, and I have relaxed a bit. It has been a good start. The last sign I saw marked only ten kilometers away. The old city of Constantinople isn't far away.       At the next gas station, I stopped the march just to admire Sultanbeyli. The next step is simple, I want to enter Hagia Sophia and wait there some weeks. I saw in an old book that there is a wire on the left-wing of the building. If I can find it, the main gate will open. Let's see.     Well, I think it is time to go.      I got to the place faster than I thought. Not a single truck, car, or SUV were in the way. However, my biggest surprise was finding the steel wire wasn't there, but the main gate was already open. The news before the virus reported thousands of Muslims hiding inside of the temple. I think the last one of them must have ...

"Write about a pirate captain obsessed with finding a mythical treasure." Legends are made to be followed. Stories to be singed. Fables, to be shared, and myths, myths to be proved.  The myth which in Saboga, the only city in the Atlantic ocean where potable water could be bought, goes like this: One day, on a cold night of winter, a miserable and mighty pirate hid thousands of Californium coins in a chest under a powerful spell defined as "Kiturus Magnus." Said money was enough to buy the entire city of Saboga—the Pachacuti's living place. Before sailing on his last trip, the pirate Usturiun studied with a merciless wizard for years. The result? The hidden location of the chest was never discovered. The imperium lasted for centuries. About the half pirate half wizard and his wealth, nothing else was ever heard.   "In the Americas, everybody knows the myth; however, no one believes it is true; dozens of generations have lived in peace. Many more will do the...

"Add an original scene to the last movie you watched." Quick note:  If you didn't like this story, no worries, I didn't like either. It took me at least three days to write this, and I haven't finished it. How do writers do to love everything they create? It is not that simple. Alright, perhaps tomorrow goes better. Besides, The Lord of the Rings is perfect. I couldn't imagine anything better to do.       After Frodo, Gandalf, and Bilbo left the harbor in "The Return of the King," two main events happened in middle earth.        First, nobody knew Saruman had a remarkable ability to multiply himself. The witcher's copy died in front of Gandalf and the guys. The real one went hiding to Eriador. However, his immortality vanished for doing that. In the process, his white and long hair turned black, and his old and neglected cloak seemed like a rag.      Meanwhile—and this is the second event—in Gondor. One week after he r...