#wrtiting prompts

[nicaswritingandprompts]

Dialogue Prompt

"How did you learn you were allergic to Slimes?"

"The hard way."

[dullahandyke]

meant to be studying but instead im just reading the short story prompts for engluish paper 1 composition question and imagining what id write for each of them

[de-vee-l]

I like exploring wierd superpowers combined with mental disorders. Because you can't tell me a depressed teen with a power to turn their body into mist never tried to mistify their body completely to the point where they just exist in half conscious gas state taking up an entire room yet being so thin they are almost non existent, losing the grounding feeling of being touched by anything, reaching peak relaxed state for the physical body left with only their mind reminding them of how fragile and unimportant their very existence is

And then mom comes into the room complaining why it's so messy and why the homework still isn't done

[cheyj05]

Gimme writing prompts

I'm trying to practice writing short and non-big narratively like I tend to. All the ones I find are too specific or for fucking shipping (or romance in general.) So gimme writing prompts!

[baizhuo]

aight im here now . time for them starters :3

edit to add: fair warning i am absolutely using a wrtiting prompt generator cause some of the prompts are FUNNY

[coolmoonsalad]

Would you rather have paint thinner for tears or glue for snot?

[senpiecakes]

Person A: *goes out to target wearing an inflatable Halloween T-Rex*

Person B: See, this is the person I fell in love with. Do I have regrets? No... not really.

[clintbartonruinedmylife]

To-do list

[uhmmmsweetie]

A accidentally discovered that B has (or at one point had) a crush on them, but they came by the information in a way that feels (or just plain is) dishonest. B isn't making any (clear) moves so if A wants to talk about it, they'll likely have to be the one to bring it up.

[beamsmom]

Thinking of starting an au here :) ,most probably will ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[wide-eyed--wonderer]

“We are NOT dressing up my animal in a halloween costume.”

Apparently, I was not done writing baby Race. But a little short and sweet one for today. 

Two years ago, then 13-year-old Charlie Morris Kelly - Larkin met the love of his life. 

His dog, Louie. 

Technically speaking, Louie is a service dog. People generally will move out of the way for a golden retriever like Louie, but not a teenager with a leg brace and cane. 

Go figure. 

Now at 15years old, there are very few places Charlie will go without his dog. Including, taking his younger brother trick or treating. 

“We are not dressing up my dog in a Halloween costume!.” Charlie told his brother for what seemed like the hundredth time. 

“But Charlie,” Race pleaded, pulling out his puppy dog eyes, “think about how cute he’d look in this.” Race shoved his phone up to Charlie’s face, showing him the Halloween costume he’d picked out. 

And fine, Charlie will admit it, the costume is cute. 

“See, Louies gonna dress up as Stitch, and I’m gonna be Lilo, and you and Jack are gonna be Pleakley and Jumba. Your Pleakey, obviously and-”

“Race slow down! I ain’t said yes yet! And what about Jack, does he know about this? Hey? What does he think?” 

“I asked Jackie this morning when he dropped me off at school. He already said yes, as long as you were ok with it.” 

Of fucking course Jack did. Making Charlie choose whether to break Races heart or not. 

Asshole. 

Charlie sighed, knowing he’d lost the battle ever since Race approached him with the idea. He tried one more last ditch effort to get out of it. 

“Who's gonna be Nani, and where are you even gonna get these costumes from? It's way too late to order” Race rolled his eyes.

“Obviously Katherine is going to be Nani and Mama told me we could borrow costumes from the theatre.” Race smiled up at Charlie, knowing as well as he did how this was going to end.

Charlie looks over his brother once, searching for the ability to say no to him. 

It’s not something he's ever been able to do. 

“Fine -” Race throws himself in his brother's arms. 

“Thank you thank you thank you” Charlie chuckled and grabbed his brother back. 

“Easy on the leg Race. and I love ya too.” Charlie ruffled Race’s hair, “Go show me what you’ve got to make Louie's costume and we’ll work on it together hey?” Race beamed and ran off to his room. 

Charlie saying yes was always a sure thing.

Let me know what you think!!

[blarrghe]

2 for any pairing of your choice.

Wrote a Solavellan thing even though I've never actually done Solavellan because this prompt was just screaming for it. Playing a little fast and loose with the Tresspasser dialogue here. Hope you enjoy!

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“I suspect you have questions”

He looked taller, now, standing ahead of her in his gilded armour. But she didn’t have questions, she had answers. Fen’Harel. That was Fen’Harel, standing there surrounded by gorgeous ruin and petrified enemies. Fen’Harel, who had stolen her Valaslin and left her confused, hurting - no. Not hurting. Dying. She was dying, and heartbroken, and the world had almost ended, and it was all his fault. Should have seen it coming, should have listened better to those old tales. Fen’harel comes with honeyed words and deceptive smiles. Fen’harel speaks nothing but tricks and lies. 

The evidence in the crossroads had said enough, but Solas soon said the rest. So now she knew the truth, all the ways she had been betrayed, and the truth of that betrayal, the one from the tales. It was different from how the stories went, but that didn’t mean it was really true. Of course it would be different, if he told it. That didn’t mean anything. None of it meant anything. 

But he looked so sad. No. The Dread Wolf lies. 

Not with her though, never with her. “Not under false pretenses.” So sad, so honest. No, no, no. 

Her arm sputtered again, and everything hurt. She tried to hold the cry in, but fell to her knees howling in pain. The Wolf’s face twisted up, and she almost believed his frown. Honeyed words and deceptive smiles, but what about regret and sorrow? No tale ever warned that the Dread Wolf might feel pain. No. Fuck his pain. Fuck her pain, that he had caused, and fuck that lingering pull on her heart at the sight of his frown, and fuck his arrogance and his brilliance and his false care. 

He calmed the fire that shot through her with a look. The anchor was killing her, he confirmed. She didn’t need him to tell her that, she could feel it spreading through her bones and seeping into her veins. As she knelt there, breathing heavily in the aftermath of another deadly shock, he bent toward her, his face still frowning and sorry. 

“Ir abelas -” 

“-Tel’abelas.” 

Shame flooded her as she begged him to return, to give her truth and trust, to rethink his wretched plans. But he would not, could not, but not for the reasons he gave. The Dread Wolf is a cursed creature, she realised then, long ago swallowed up in his own pride and folly. She couldn’t break him from it, even if she tried - she had already loved him, and been refused. Not even people to him, and if he said different now it was a lie. If that were true, she would not be here. The Dread Wolf only lies. 

“You never cared.” She said, bringing out the bitterness that lay in the back of her throat with the words. 

He took her arm then, to save her, he said. Another fucking lie. Foolish, prideful Wolf, coming to end her world, but only if he could do it on his terms. 

“I love you -” He kissed her as he did it, turning her arm to stone in gentle hands, and she almost believed him again. 

“-You never cared.” She repeated, pulling sharply away, eyes averting his frown. “And if I live, I’m coming to stop you.” Daring him not to let her. 

“I know.”

[asian-shrimp]

“I understand humans are the most complex of beings, but you, my friend are so far the most complex of them all.”

“Amusing isn’t it? I discard my own morals and beliefs and use someone else’s as if they were my own.”

“...In more simpler terms, you haven’t been your own person?”

“When was I ever.”

[nerdingz]

“Handle it”

“Huh, yeah. And what are you going to do when [Parent/Parent figure] finds out?”

“They won’t.” 

“You know they will.”

“Then I’ll handle it, Ass.”

“Hoe.”

[nicaswritingandprompts]

Dialogue Prompt

"How does one even end up in a situation like this?"

"A box of chocolate, a wrench, and a very persistent chipmunk."

[crazy-sevens]

Writing Snippet #2

“I never wanted to save her.”

The protagonist loosened their grip on the antagonists collar. All of the stuttering they had to endure and that was what they had chosen to say? A lie? They scoffed. “Don’t give me that. You loved her.”

The antagonist shook their head silently. Their voice slightly cracked when they said, “I loved her lies.” They finally looked into the protagonist’s eyes. “I never loved her.” Their gaze, previously averted during all of the questioning, now showed their full force to the protagonist.

It was broken. 

It was broken.

The protagonist quickly dropped them to the ground. A trick, they immediately thought. This is a trick.

But they had never seen the antagonist look like that. That face was always full of mockery, of confidence. It was never weak, let alone shattered like this. What kind of person was powerful enough to break a confidence as hard as stone? 

The protagonist whispered one question, “Then why?”

The antagonist looked up from the ground, their broken eyes now full of spite. “They made me.”

“Who?”

“Him.”

Then it was nothing but darkness when a sharp blow struck the protagonist unconscious.