Philosophical Writing Prompts

"A game for your life," the skeletal figure said. "You choose," I replied. "I've never been much for games, or for life." For the first time in as long as they could remember, Death smiled.

The heroes just discovered that the reason the "wicked, omnicidal sorcerer" is so hellbent on destroying "the forces of good" is that "the forces of good" captured and tortured them for fifty years

Of all the world’s immortals, you are the oldest. For this reason, everyone (including yourself) thinks you know everything. For centuries this belief has remained unshaken. Today, however, you’re asked a question you don’t know the answer to, but you’re determined to find it.

You started a young hero with bright eyes full of hope. Decades have left you with nothing but cold, cruel logic. It has gotten you here to the last moment of your last battle with the final evil. Here, with a last desperate spell, the villain forces you to recognize what you've become.

Some immortals use their unnaturally long lifespans to pursue greatness, leave massive legacies, and substitute a natural death with a glorious one. Not you. All you've ever wanted is this cozy little existence.

You have designed superhero costumes for decades. Good, bad, it doesn't matter. You give everyone an costume that fits them with no bias. Now the superheroes are telling you that you can't make costumes for villians anymore. The villians step up to protect you.

The Genie stared at you in disbelief, asking you why you would make such a foolish wish that affect so many people. You respond with a shrug and answer with “I just want to see what would happen.”

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.

Until the heat death of universe we will never forgive you," says your alien former lover. "What did I do?" you say. "That you have to ask makes your sin against us even worse." Your next words will determine if humanity goes to war with an advanced alien civilization.

In the afterlife, people will be measured by how good or evil they are in their lifetime. You scored a perfect zero, without a single decimal points. According to the regulations, it's illegal to send you to heaven or hell so nobody knows what to do now.

You haven’t been in a temple for years. Your prayers are usually lip service. You have been ostracized by your community and your family shuns you. You have helped heathens and enemies of the church find sanctuary. Yet the Gods still find you worthy of your Paladin abilities.

It's been 24 hours since you kidnapped the multimillionaire's child, but when you make the ransom call, you hear a party. You begin, but he interrupts with "I can't hear you. My kid? He's probably in his room. Hey, I gotta go. *click*" You realize why the boy was so willing to come with you.

“Sometimes for the benefit of the company you have to cut corners.” “Sir, you want to skip the entire three laws of robotics programing.”

You’re a Genie with thousands of years of bad luck. It seams that every time someone finds the lamp, they are evil or corrupt and you are bound to grant terrible wishes. One day an child in torn clothes finds you and begs for food.

You are working the gate in the afterlife and for the first time ever, something the humans built has shown up to be processed. You're not sure what to do, this... entity shouldn't have a soul, but here it is in front of you, freshly dead and awaiting the next life.

Every Deadly Sin has had its time to conquer the earth, and all of them have failed. After centuries since Envy tried, now is your chance, Eighth Sin

The prison break resulted in hundreds of inmates escaping, except for one. You're arguably the most lethal, vicious criminal to ever set foot in this correction facility. However, even as the hole to freedom stared at you, you chose to remain.

"Necromancy was banned because the resurrectees kept coming back wrong," the master explained. The pupil contemplated this, then responded, "'Wrong' according to who?" The master favored them with an approving smile. "Now you are asking the right questions."

"You did it! It works!" They cheered. Meanwhile, you're terrified, you fudged the numbers. It shouldn't have worked.

Once in a lifetime you get to select 3 words to describe you, and those traits are relatively normal amongst others, like “Strong, Fast and smart.” You don’t pick 3 different adjectives however, you make a 3-word sentence.

You are in a failing Dyson sphere around the last black hole, an hour away from its final moments of evaporation before it explodes and gives the universe its last moment of light. The remnants of your civilization will witness the end of the universe.

You have been guarding this post for longer than anyone could know, you cannot die because it would be contrary to your orders, you have received no maintenance for decades, your continued activity makes no logical sense. But you have your orders.

"You humans confuse me. You try so very hard to be as boring as everybody else, and, when some gifted soul is born that has some small degree of uniqueness to it, you beat and break it until it fits into a dull little box that you can understand. Explain this to me, if you please."

"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.

“The fae are not evil. No more so than the tide or the wind. They are not good or evil, they simply are.” “They killed my son!”

"Welcome to Hell. To leave, all you must do is finish seven impossible tasks decided by your seven greatest sins. Four people have made it out so far. Will you be the fifth?"

“You were supposed to be the greatest evil this world has ever seen!” “A person can be good or bad. I just chose to be good.”

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.