The gods hurriedly shoved you back, but into a world of magic, dragons, and elves. You’ve tried to talk to the gods about it, but, embarrassed, they keep giving you bribes (blessings) not to tell anyone; and, please stop asking, they don’t know how to send you home as the paperwork is all wrong. So, this is your life now…

What if, one day, some archaeologists found the tap that turned the magic back on for the whole world?

I stumbled upon this prompt and reply and had to share it.

… no one expected that the world would be saved by a duck with self-esteem issues and a flatulent monk.

A few ants found their way into your kitchen. You used a sheet of paper to carry them back outside. For you, this was just a small act of kindness; for the ants, this was a religious experience. The colony is now building a cathedral in your honour.