Magical Objects and Artifacts Writing Prompts

Like how Prometheus gave fire to man, you too have followed in his footsteps and gave fire to the corvids.

The mountain will grant any wish if it has the mana to do so. If not, the wisher becomes mana for the next wish. Wishing small is usually safe, especially after a failed wish. Wishing large is always a gamble. A community has formed around the mountain, giving advice and selling memorabilia.

"Daddy, what if monsters come out of the closet?" "Don't worry sweetie, your Teddy Bear fights them all off when you sleep" "Daddy you're so silly". When she finally goes to sleep, he turns to the bear and salutes it, "Keep up the good fight soldier". The bear salutes back, "Yes Sir!"

You are a 512 year immortal in a bar, angry because you can’t order a beer. It’s not your fault you took the immortality potion at 12 and have looked the same ever since!

Your job is to guard a button that no one may push. Things get complex when both legendary heroes and villains arrive to attempt to push the mysterious button. Everyone seems to have a different idea about what the button does, but they all want to push it.

You unknowingly acquired an ancient artifact that carries a most horrible curse. Well, "most horrible" by ancient standards. By today's standards it is a mild inconvenience at worst.

I dropped a coin into a wishing well and asked for everyone's wishes to come true. I didn't realize the well was 1000 years old.

"That power corrupts people," they cried, "you'll become a monster!" That was a hundred years ago, and you're beginning to wonder when the 'evil' is going to kick in

You got a magic rock as a kid that was meant to teach you the "magic words" of please and thank you by reminding you whenever it's appropriate. Now though it's begun to recommend whole paragraphs whenever you're in a sticky situation. The best part is following it's advice always works out best

Having had your prior two wishes twisted in some way to hurt you, you prepare your last wish as the genie looks on smugly. "I wish that you don't grant this wish." As the last word leaves your mouth, the genie's expression shifts to pure horror. "Do you know what you've just done," it shrieks.

You wake up one morning to a golden orb floating above your head. 'Take, or double it and give it to the next person' it says. You think for a moment. 'Take'. You are the first person to say this in a thousand years.

Your best friend is known for two things being flat-chested and always wearing the same hoodie, but now that you think about it the fact that the design says 'Hoodie of holding" makes you a bit suspicious...

You are the proprietor of "The Wandering Inn", a tavern and guest house that appears sporadically to travellers in different worlds across the multiverse. You keep a journal on all of the weird, wonderful and disturbing visitors you've fed and lodged.

"You're off the force! Turn in your gun and your badge!" Our hero places his badge on the chief's desk, as well as a nightmarish weapon, cruelty and agony given physical form. The chief scratches his head. "What's this and where's your gun?"

You are a worker at a business named 'Sincorperation'. Recently you've been promoted into one of the 7 deadly sins at the top. It's your first meeting with the other six. Wait... Why is everyone nervous..?

You are born with a large birthmark on the back of your hand that looks like an arrow. On your 18th birthday you notice that it starts pointing in one direction no matter which way you're facing. You decide to start walking in that direction.

In a world full of magic and mystery, you are confronted by a 'blocker' who nullifies your each and every magical power. In an attempt to combat them, you pull out your final gambit.

"...and for my Third wish, I wish that there was no such thing as Math." The genie nodded, "Wish granted, Master!" I subtly asked, "how many more wishes do i have?" Perplexed, the genie replied, "I don't know anymore..."

All wizards use wands to cast their spells. As a wand maniac, you've stuffed your wand with all kinds of upgrades and now it's the size of a pillar.

Ben could craft statues so lifelike that many were mistaken as living beings. Normally this wouldn’t matter but for the past week the Demon king has been in a staring contest with a toad statue. The prize the others soul.

Everyday you wake up in the ideal clothing for the day. Today you woke up in q Hazmat Suit.

The genie says, "There are 3 restrictions. No wishing for more wishes, resurrections, or love." You make your wish. The genie says, "There are now four restrictions."

"But fire isn't- its for burning and killing!" The professor spluttered, struggling to comprehend the magic spell you showed him. A golden flame that heals and protects with it's warmth. "Why not? Normal fire is used it to keep our homes warm and to cook food, even to boil potions and medicine"

"I cannot give you riches, fame, bring back the dead, nor give you a blessing. But should you give shelter for the night to a poor, old woman such as me, I can promise that I will serve you in a great time of need."

After years of searching you finally found that little shop that magically appears then disappears without a trace. But you didn’t come here to shop. You came here because you use to work for them and that jackass owner owes you your last paycheck.

Digital "familiars" are all the rage in the near future. They can take any form, chat with you, manifest as lifelike holograms, and are capable of travelling between devices instantly. How you GET a "familiar" is never explained by those who have them.

"Three wishes? Okay, my first one is I wish I knew what to wish for that would have no negative or unintended consequences".

You finally meet the man with all the power in the world, but to your surprise he is living the quiet life, not using his powers. You ask why and he just gives you, his powers. You understand why now.

You exist, despite no country having a record of either your birth or your residence and none claiming you as their citizen, everyone forgetting you when they stop interacting with you and you even disappearing from photos and videos the moment they are taken. It is a rather interesting life.

Everyone you touch turns into stone for a day. Recently a group of people beg you to touch them so they could be sculpted into the perfect body.