#Short story ideas

[jtl-fics]

WIP Masterpost of Masterposts

I’ve gotten quite a few asks / messages for links to parts of different WIPs I’ve got going on this blog. So I’m gonna just make a post for everything and pin this at the top of my blog.

As a reminder: Tumblr is where I write / post my first drafts of everything. I will most likely post anything I'm writing here onto Ao3 when it's cleaned up :)

My Ao3 Account Link: HERE

Fluent Freshman Masterpost: HERE & AO3 (Posting Fridays & Sundays)

Fluent Freshman Extras Masterpost: HERE

Math Nerd Masterpost: HERE

New Kings Masterpost: HERE

Reality Show Masterpost: HERE (Foxhole Bake, etc.)

Smalls Masterpost: HERE

Pretty Boy Masterpost: (Pt. 1) | (Pt. 2) (Pending Final Draft)

Surely Masterpost: (Pt. 1) | (Pt. 2) (Pending Final Draft)

TBD Masterpost: HERE

Four Horsemen Masterpost: HERE

Short Idea Masterpost: HERE

Finished Fic Masterpost: HERE

[pearl-d1ver]

writing prompts <3

write a story with a set of 3 elements! I know this trend went around a while ago, but I love these prompts so I thought I’d make one! (feel free to mix and match!)

1. a secret passage, old text, a forced choice

2. a lie, fresh flowers, the breeze

3. neon lights, a quiet car, a tube of bright lipstick

4. a dated photo, high heels, noisy upstairs neighbors

5. a locked door, smoke, a full moon

6. identical twins, snow, white and red

7. a crackling fire, herbal tea, a secret

8. waist deep water, the end of summer, something lost

9. a drive in movie, blood, a discarded pair of shoes

10. an unconventional plan, waking up before dawn, a barking dog

hope these inspire someone, happy writing <3

[asw-antiusername]

can i just get one short story fanfic style of the original seven nature spirits (that raised zeus & were led by hagno) realize the world actually has gone to shit and pan is dead; and form an alliance with my fave satyrs over at the council of cloven elders; and they rally together to save the environment

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 29

In a small town nestled between rolling hills and meandering rivers, there lived an ordinary person with an extraordinary dream. Every night, when the world slipped into the comforting embrace of darkness, the dream unfolded like a vivid painting in the canvas of the sleeper's mind.

The dream started with the sound of a distant melody, a hauntingly beautiful tune that echoed through a mysterious forest. As the dreamer ventured deeper into the woods, they stumbled upon a quaint cottage bathed in the soft glow of fireflies. A mysterious figure awaited inside, surrounded by shelves of books that seemed to whisper secrets.

"Welcome," the figure greeted, their face hidden in the shadows. "You've been searching for something, haven't you?"

The dreamer nodded, feeling a sense of familiarity with the stranger. "I've been looking for answers, for a purpose."

The figure chuckled softly, the sound carrying a warmth that dispelled the dreamer's anxiety. "In this dream, you hold the key to unlocking the secrets of the universe. Ask, and you shall receive."

With that invitation, the dreamer embarked on a journey of questions and revelations. Each query led to a door, behind which lay a realm of knowledge waiting to be discovered. The dreamer explored the cosmos, dived into the depths of the ocean, and soared through the skies—all within the confines of this magical dream.

As the dreamer delved deeper, they encountered characters with stories of their own. A wise old turtle shared tales of patience, a mischievous fox revealed the beauty of cunning, and a kind-hearted sparrow spoke of the importance of empathy.

"This dream is a reflection of your inner world," said the figure, appearing at crucial moments like a guide through the dreamer's subconscious. "Every encounter, every lesson, is a mirror to your desires and fears."

Yet, as the dreamer unraveled the mysteries, a subtle awareness crept in—the awareness that this dream might be fleeting, a transient escape from the challenges of reality.

One night, as the dream neared its end, the figure spoke again. "Remember, the magic lies not in the dream itself, but in how it shapes your waking reality."

And with those words, the dreamer awoke.

[lunellum]

Exact time and location as yet unknown

Every midwit literary fiction novel from the past 5 years has been called something like The Little Things We Do To Ourselves or Back Then I Didn’t Think So Clearly or I Have Been Trying To Venmo You.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Short Stories: Too Late For Remorse

(Prequel)

Yandere Ex Husband x Countess Fem Reader

TW: time regression, cheating (mentioned), yandere, delusional behavior, etc.

“No!” (Your name) shot up from her bed, body covered in a cold sheen of sweat. Her lungs were on fire while her breathing was labored. Her hands fumbled at her neck as her heart pounded in her chest harder than a hammer against wood. She was alive… but how? She had been poisoned by her husband’s mistress…

(Your name) clambered from her silken sheets. The young lady nearly tripped on the fabric from her haste, but she had to scramble to the mirror… she had to make sure.

(Your name) gasped at her reflection in shock. She was twenty again… no longer was she the sullen, neglected thirty year old wife of Duke Blackburn. She was once again the young Countess (Last name)! She had the means to start over again.

(Your name) sunk to her knees as she smiled at her ceiling. A few tears fell down her cheeks as she sucked in a shaky breath. She wouldn’t waste this second chance, no. She’d get her engagement annulled and live a peaceful life this time… no matter who she had to eliminate. (Your name) would pay her fiancé and his mistress back ten fold for their betrayal.

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(Your name) cut up her breakfast with the smallest of smiles on her lips. A week had passed since her time regression and her personality has done a complete one eighty.

No longer was Countess (your name) naive and meek, she was a brighter existence with a determination to learn more knowledge. A change that startled the people around her… especially her father.

Her father, the count, seemed quite curious on the sudden change in his only daughter. (Your name) had always been a young woman interested in romance and fairytales, yet that girl was no longer sat in front of him… she was a stranger now.

“My dear, are you not interested in any sweets?” Count (last name) softly asked his daughter who hadn’t touched any of the desserts presented before her. “These have always been your favorite…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just not interested in sweets anymore.” (Your name) gave her father a soft smile. It wasn’t a lie, she lost her love of sweets in her past life when her husband had made constant comments on her body over the years.

Count (last name) frowned before he sighed. “You also haven’t sent Trishan any letters recently… is everything okay between you two?”

Ah yes… Trishan was his name. (Your name) had called him Duke Blackburn for so long that she had forgotten his name…

“I don’t think he liked me that much is all, father.” (Your name) replied softly. “Plus he’s been awfully close to Lady Serpico’s daughter, Lady Gia.”

Count (last name)’s expression quickly darkened at the mention of Lady Serpico. That nightmare of a woman had damaged the reputation of his wife many years ago before they had gotten married… could she have sent her daughter to try to do the same to his darling (your name)? Was this why she had been acting so strange? Had Duke Blackburn made his daughter feel inferior to a snake?

“I will look into it, my dear daughter.” Her father rose from the table to pat his daughter’s head in an affectionate manner. “I love you so much dear… don’t you ever forget that.”

Of course (your name) hadn’t forgotten that, that’s why she used her father’s love to her advantage. Perhaps he could free her from this fate if he annulled the engagement once he found out about the affair?

(Your name) calmly slipped her tea as a ghost of a smile crawled on her lips. She’s moved her first chest piece, she wondered if her dear fiancé would enjoy the shame?

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Trishan shoved all the papers off his desk, his hands clutched at his chest while he struggled to breathe. Where was his fiancée? His darling fiancée?

Trishan’s blue eyes scanned the papers in hopes to spot a letter from her, the ones she used to always send him during this time.

He’s returned to the past before he was blinded by greed… before his long affair with Gia Sherpico… before (your name)’s murder. He could make it all right now since he had the chance to be the husband his beautiful, loyal wife deserved!

Trishan frowned when he hadn’t found any new letters. Was (your name) in good health? She was always such a frail woman… perhaps he should go visit her? Yes! She’d probably be so happy, she always had such a beautiful smile.

Trishan began to gather up all of the papers with a smile on his face. He had already ended things with lady Gia the moment he returned to the past, that snakelike woman wouldn’t pull the rug under him this time! He would not let her sweet lies fill his head and turn him against his darling wife. His innocent wife who had done nothing but love him…

Trishan couldn’t bear to find (your name)’s cold body again… he couldn’t live with himself if she died again. If her lips were blue and she laid in a pile of her own blood like some grotesque halo. No, he would protect her this time!

Trishan sighed dreamily at the thought of this second chance. He’d visit her this weekend with her favorite flowers, baby’s breath! They do mean every lasting love, after all!

A shame Trishan failed to realize was that a large bundle of baby’s breath smelled like feet…

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“I’m sorry, but my daughter doesn’t wish to see you.” Trishan felt his blood run cold when he was denied entry into the Count’s home. (Your name) didn’t want to see him? This had to be some sort of sick joke! Yes… that was it.

“Very funny, Count (last name).” Trishan waved off the count as he tried to enter the estate anyways. His large bouquet of baby’s breath caused Count (Last name) even more ire.“(Your name) will be thrilled I’m here-“

“My daughter doesn’t deserve a man who can’t keep it in his pants and someone who’s gift her a bouquet that smells like feet.” The count shoved Duke Blackburn back a few steps, the baby’s breath now laid in a puddle of petals at his feet. “Good day to you!”

Trishan could only stand there in shock, his hands clutched at his chest while his breathing was ragged. It wasn’t supposed to be like this… they were supposed to start over. They were meant to be.

Trishan tried to gather up the flowers in haste but they were already too trampled to fix… he’d have to get her a new bouquet. Perhaps a better scented one at that?

Trishan glanced up at the door, hopeful that this was all a big misunderstanding. (Your name) could never hate him… her father must be keeping her away from him.

[stealingyourbones]

Short writing prompt:

You’re a cameraman who works for a major film studio. You got hired to work on a horror movie. You’ve noticed some odd things going around on set but you just wave it away as usual backstage crew shenanigans.

Little do you know those things you saw flit out of the corner of your eye and the creatures you thought were pieces from the special effects and prop departments are real.

The moment you realize that what you’ve seen is the actual monster from the horror film you’re contracted to work on, you run. Armed with your camera and your knowledge of the script, you go on a journey to escape this beast.

Why do you keep your camera instead of a weapon? That’s simple: the cameraman never dies.

[bixels]

fuck it. hits you with the upa ray gun.

[majosullivan]

Girls supporting girls

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

A guy doing marine research into phytoplankton is far out to sea and waiting for the samples to be ready when he spots a fast-moving ripple in the water up ahead.

Fully aware that this spot is home to a migratory orca pod, he assumes he's stumbled across an orca hunting a seal and settles against the railing to watch, because it's not every day you get to see that.

The ripples get closer, the shadows in the water more defined, the water choppier, and suddenly the orca and its unfortunate prey are zooming directly towards the boat and he's waiting, breath held, for them to duck right underneath--

When the water breaks, the ocean sprays, and he's suddenly smacked fully in the face by a very wet, very confused, and very pretty merman, throwing them both down onto the deck while the boat rocks as a confused and now quite hungry orca dives beneath it.

The merman, it turns out, thought that the boat was an ice float and didn't realise his mistake until it was too late. But he's very thankful for the impromptu rescue, and wow don't you have nice arms, and holy shit you've got legs, can I touch them? Is that weird? Can I touch them anyway? And your hair--

So of course they get to talking because they're both utterly fascinated with the other, and soon the sun has set and the samples are long-since ready and the moonlight is making the ocean look black and they part with the knowledge that they'll never meet again, and a kiss, and a lingering look over the shoulder for all the things that can't be...

And the researcher gets back to land, moors his boat, readies his samples. He packs up his things, shoves them into his bags, and prepares to go home. He steps onto the jetty boards and thinks of the merman and the solid wood beneath his feet seems to sway for more than one reason.

There's a splash. He turns, pulled as if by the tide, and there's a ripple in the water. A face. A pair of eyes made black by the moonlight.

And this is how the researcher acquires a merman boyfriend who helps him find samples and the merman acquires a human boyfriend who rescues him from whales.

[ineed-to-sleep]

Some sketches I did to try to get a feel for what I want my Rook to look like 🤔

[theoperativeif]

Putting out a finally call over the weekend for story suggestions!

Tumblr Short Story poll suggestions wanted!

Hello everyone! As a thank you for all the support you have shown this project I will be opening up a short story poll for everyone to vote on that will then be made publicly available on completion here on tumblr for you to read.

Before the poll itself goes up though I will be taking suggestions for further options to add to the poll. So if there is a part of The Operative or Wrath of an Empire universe that you would like to read more on please let me know either through comments or dm's! This can be your characters in situations, pairing or even some parts of their past that you would like to know more of. The only exception to this is I will not be writing anything that would seriously spoil The Operative's story...

[thevoidstaredback]

The plan was set and the game had begun.

There was a meeting on the Watchtower exactly three days after the Bat Clan had decided to mess with the Justice League, so that's when they planned to set everything in motion.

Robin couldn't be at the meeting because it fell during school hours, so Nightwing had come to the meeting with Batman. He'd already had the day off, so it wasn't too much of a hasel. Red Hood and Red Robin had both wanted to come, but they also had civilian duties to take care of.

When the meeting was over, the 'main leaguers', as many others had dubbed them, stayed behind as they always did. Normally, it was just so they all could catch up, sometimes to arrange another meeting, or even to discuss more sensitive topics.

This time, when everyone but Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, The Flash, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Cyborg, and Nightwing had left the room, Nightwing threw his arm across Batman's shoulders and said "You all should come to the Cave!"

All conversation stopped as everyone turned to look at the black and blue clad vigilante. For a long moment, no one spoke or moved. Then, Batman nodded.

"Perfect!" Nightwing's smile got even bigger.

"Um," Superman, the sweet midwesterner, flicked his eyes over to Batman's face before looking at Nightwing. "Are you sure? Bat's has never let any of us into Gotham, let alone the Bat Cave."

Nightwing winked at the hero, his domino mask not hiding it, "Yeah, well, me and the others managed to wear him down. Besides, we've all wanted to give you guys a tour! We've been to all your secret hideouts, so we figured it's about time you saw ours!"

"I'm sorry," Green Lantern raised his hand slightly, "'Others'?"

Nightwing blinked, his smile dropping. Batman straightened up. "Did you-" Nightwing cut himself off, "You do know how many of us there are in Gotham, right?"

The heroes all looked at one another. Sure, they'd heard that there was two, maybe three, working with Batman, but nothing had ever been confirmed aside from Robin working with Batman and Nightwing working in Bludhaven.

Batman fought very hard to keep a smirk off his face. Nightwing didn't even try to hide his amusement.

Wonder Woman was the one to ask, "There are rumors, but I can't say any of us know exactly how many heroes work within Gotham City limits."

Nightwing and Batman shared a glance. This added so much more to their game. They had to tell the others! This was already so much fun, but it was about to get so much better!

"Then, I guess you all have no choice but to come to the Cave with us so you can meet everyone!" Nightwing exclaimed.

The eight heroes shared looks with one another before looking back at Batman and Nightwing. Their choice was obvious to the two Bats before the group had even decided.

"Alright," Aquaman said, "When would you like us to stop by?"

Right on script. Batman said, "Meet here tomorrow at fifteen-hundred New Jersey time. We'll be here to bring you down to the Cave." Then, he left, Nightwing trailing behind him.

"Cool," Flash nodded, "Cool, cool. Totally not nerve wracking at all."

Cyborg stood from his seat. "Don't be nervous, Flash. We're actually being allowed in Gotham. Batman doesn't let anyone in Gotham."

"No," Green Arrow said, "He doesn't let anyone operate in Gotham. I've been many times."

"As Green Arrow or as a civilian?"

He fell silent and the others all laughed. He joined them.

"Regardless," Martian Manhunter said, "I think it's good he's allowing us to see his main base of operations."

"Yeah," agreed Superman, "I wonder what it'll be like."

Wonder Woman was the next to stand from her seat. "It will be quite the tour, I'm sure."

Part 2 Part 4

[marlynnofmany]

It’s back!

If you missed it the first time around, the “human are weird” anthology is back for a second printing. (There’s even a new story included: “Black Box” by Dara Brophy.)

Here’s the blurb:

In science fiction, humans are usually boring compared to other races: small, weak, with no claws or tentacles, and no special abilities to speak of. But what if we were the impressive ones, the unsettling ones, the ones talked about by all the other aliens? What if we're weird?

If you’d like a collection of excellent stories about humans inspiring awe, fear, and utter confusion, it’s available everywhere books are sold!

[jesncin]

The Marigold Mage's Farewell, No Choir. Two Constantine brothers reconcile for a moment.

Continuation of Birthdays, Twin in the Mirror, Chimera Constantine, and Reunion and Loss- our remix of the Golden Boy Hellblazer arc.

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2820

"You can't hate me more than I hate myself."

"I'll take that as a challenge."