Magical Objects and Artifacts Writing Prompts

A little girl was recently given a doll, which has turned out to be possessed. Luckily, her older sibling's action figures have been able to thwart the evil doll at every turn.

The Genie says "You are allowed to choose one object in the English language and you can transform yourself into that object with full control over it. You are allowed to choose words with more than one meaning."

It’s been 125 years since you were given $1 million and immortality in exchange for being hunted down by a super-intelligent snail with a fatal touch. Everyone you knew at the time have since passed. You are tired of running. The thing is, in the past 125 years, you haven’t seen the snail once.

You run a café on the edge of life and death. Souls who have been departed from their bodies temporarily, such as in comas or near-death experiences, can relax in your quaint cafe for as long as they need before they can either return to their bodies or begin their journey to the afterlife.

As a demon, the laws that bind you are very clear: if anyone should make a request of you using your true name, you must grant it, and take their soul in return. For the first time you feel conflicted as you appear before a young girl with dyslexia, who tried writing to Santa Claus.

A stranger hands you the largest emerald you’ve ever seen and asks for some sticks. Jokingly, you say you’ll need 3 of them for 12 sticks. He hands them over.

The tour guide said that the stone in the center of the village could "only be moved by a great demon lord". Every one snapped pictures and moved on. You stopped to tie your shoes and braced yourself against the stone. You stand there in shock as you effortlessly push the giant stone around.

People think you're a Monkey's Paw type Genie. In actuality, you're twisting their wishes, not to give them what they want, but to give them what they NEED.

After being forced into a loveless political marriage, a prince and princess agree to split a love potion in hope of finding happiness.

All Magic users are gifted a seed, that grows in step with their power. For the average mage it becomes a trusty wand no longer than their forearm. For some it grows into a great staff. These mages can move mountains and part seas. Yours has grown so much that you've decided to live inside it.

You sell cursed weapons and market them as enchanted. Most people who visit more than once do so in an attempt to return their weapon, but today a rather chipper adventurer has come back to ask for an offhand weapon to go with the cursed blade they purchased yesterday.

You were given immortality to atone for your horrific crimes against humanity. You wander the earth for millennium. Finally, you are given the option to revoke your immortality and end your suffering. You deny it.

A dragon's hoard isn't always just gold and jewels. Some dragons hoard magical artifacts, others hoard books and knowledge. Your hoard is an entire small town.

When you made a wish to the genie to become fireproof, you expected to become "immune to fire", not "immune to getting fired".

You've just learned of the exact date of your death, and no matter how hard you try to die before said time you somehow miraclously survive. So to make use of this "gift" you decide to try and become the world's greatest stuntman

You are perfectly immortal. You can't age, you can't get any wounds, you can survive anything, and even if the universe were to end you are immediately taken to another universe. Not because you are demi-god or a wizard, but because the god of death's daughter is in love with you.

Being immortal can get dull. In order to spice things up, every 100 years you create a main goal to works towards. In the past you have been the most revered ruler and another time the most sought after sword maker. It has once again been 100 years and it is time to make your new goal.

You're an enchanted suit of armor, completely hollow on the inside. After gaining sentience, you left your haunted keep & began to adventure. As you gain notoriety across the land, making friends & connections, it gets harder to keep it a secret that there's nothing behind your visor.

"Sir I must inform you that you are in possession of an illegal and forbidden item. Please hand it over immediately." You look around your storage room filled to the brim with illegal and forbidden items from all sorts of dimensions and realities.

“You may make three wishes. Once you have, I will choose two to grant and one to forever bar you from gaining.”

The cursed dagger craves blood. But no crazy cults or evil assassins can offer anywhere near as much of it as a lowly hard-working butcher.

As a toy maker in your village, you've never thought about security. On a lark, you created an toy that says "State your business" when someone walks in. One night robbers come in. When prompted, they kick over the anamatronic.While lying on the floor, it says "Ah, so you have chosen death"

For reasons unknown, an immortal beast has been dropping off random trinkets at your ancestral home for generations. They're all kept in storage; nobody dares throw them away. Today instead of a trinket, the beast leaves a note with instructions on it.

Years ago you made a wish with a genie that any living Arthropods would be incapable of being within ten feet of you. You've been loving your bug free life but your starting to notice more any more people refusing to get close to you.

You’re a shopkeeper who sells liquid dreams. People come to your shop for many reasons; self revelation, escapism, to see a gone loved one or for a precious good night sleep. Your shop is located between dimensions so no visitor can come twice. However, recently you’ve seemed to gain a regular.

Ever since your dog was supposed to pass, you've bartered with Death to trade one year off of your lifespan to give to your dog. Today, you realize you've used them all up.

The fleshlight you bought is, unbeknownst to you, magical. Whenever you use it, the girl next door starts moaning as though she's having sex. Well, she is! With you. Through your magic fleshlight.

The forging of a magic sword requires a human sacrifice, and for the newest and most powerful one, a retired general renowned for many victories was chosen. However, the makers of the sword didn't know that out of disgust for the horrors of war he had seen and inflicted, he became a pacifist.

You open the door and see a woman you recognise immediately: she’s the lead character of a novel you wrote years ago. And abandoned halfway. “Why did you forsake me?”

“You know what, no. Fuck you.” You tell your murderer as they stab you through the chest. “I refuse to die.”