#short story prompts

[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

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[0-ink-zinc]

Writing Prompt #2

" 'Afraid of Death?' Why would I be afraid of the one thing I can guarantee? Life changes as quickly as the winds and tides turn. That, my dear, is far more terrifying."

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[dalsoprompts]

“Why are you on top of a tree?”

“The spirits have been summoned. The house is no longer sacred. We shall nest in this tree in the mean time.”

“I'm sorry.. WHAT?”

#writing prompt #dialogue prompt #short story prompts #ridiculous #“The spirits are here.” #“Come again???”

[perfectpeopleprompts]

#20

“Your hands are cold.”

“I’m dead, what do you expect?”

#writing prompts #creative writing #short story prompts #writing dialogue is haaaaard #story prompts #dialogue prompt #perfectpeopleprompts

[genocidalfetus]

Not sure if you’ve done this one, but I’d love to see your take on 30 too! :)

Shall do! POV of Kerry taking care of Vince post-Mikoshi.

Kerry was home when it happened. Vince went down like a ton of bricks in the kitchen. How he managed to fall without hitting his head, Kerry didn't know, but he was grateful none the less. Kerry rushed to him, rolling him onto his side. Body jerking, eyes rolled back in his head as foamy blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, Vince looked absolutely awful, dead even. Kerry held onto his shoulder, pushing his hair out of his face. These attacks were happening a little more often, two to three a week rather than one every two weeks like it had been two months prior. All Kerry could do was keep Vince on his side, making sure he didn't bite his tongue or injure himself until it passed. He felt so damn helpless, and just as scared as he had been during the first attack. The attack didn't last long, but to Kerry it felt like an eternity of watching his mainline struggle.

He leaned down, sifting his fingers through Vince's mullethawk.

"Don't you fucking die on me, Vince," He whispered, voice harsh and shaking. "Don't you fucking dare."

The twitching slowed, then seized, and Vince's eyes fluttered until they were back to their correct position. The seizure was over.

#cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #vince cullen #prompts #short story prompts

[opaqueblush]

Drifting

Large shoulders stretch out before me, evidence I never knew what sturdy really meant. Defined muscles climb up your back, the shadows from the bathroom light highlighting the mountainous expanse. A curved, dipping waist that goes further.. but the warmth blushing my cheeks and heating my neck is a delicate finger lifting my chin.

The sheets are silky, my fingers worrying the fabric silently. The pillowcases match now we've changed the sheets for some sleep. They were not ruined, as the rushed voices tangling and hushed sounds elicited from your throat could never be in synonymous peril.

Despite this warmth, radiating from within as well as your body, there is a pang of cold that can only be given its true title: jealousy. Soundly those breaths form, taking in air and relaxing deep as you sleep. Though we lay together, there is an expanse between us. Drifting away on boats untethered we grow ever farther apart. The seas we know are waking and awake.

My eyes drop slightly, my hand rests on my exposed stomach. I swim in your shirt, in your sheets. I take a deep breath, my muscles do not tense in preparation to dive into you.

#fiction #short story prompts #short story idea #my writing #my wips #my words

[pherruhcreates]

I want to write a collection of short stories based on idioms. So far I only have two in mind:

1. Losing my shit

2. Coming to terms

#short story #short story prompts #losing my shit #coming to terms #writing prompts

[wandering-writers-beware]

Writing prompt: 002

"A sock! A sock... A freaking sock started all of this?" Your best friend of 15 years accused and sat bewildered at her dawning realisation. "Well it technically ended it, and then started it again, then ended..." trailing off at your friends shaking head. You tried to come to a better one sentence summary.

Your waiter made his way back to you both and asked if you would like another set of coffees or anything to chew on while something obviously insane was being recounted. The closest tables to you had ears perked and backs straightened as they pretended not to listen in.

#writing prompt #writeblr #writing #story prompts #short story prompts

[chloeknightwrites]

20 prompts for a Christmas story

A Christmas Eve where all the presents have been lost.

An old couple trying to re-kindle their Christmas spirit.

A family tradition that goes wrong.

A mysterious stranger helps a family during the holidays.

A snowstorm strands a family far from home.

A young child's Christmas wish coming true.

A Christmas Day surprise for a family member.

A Christmas tree that comes alive.

A long-time feud between two families is resolved during the holidays.

A family discovers a long-lost relative during the Christmas season.

A town celebrates a unique Christmas tradition.

A holiday miracle saves a family from financial ruin.

A family discovers a hidden message in a time-worn Christmas decoration.

A secret Santa helps a family in need.

A family visits a mysterious Santa's Workshop.

A holiday toy drive brings joy to a community.

A family discovers the true meaning of Christmas.

A Christmas wish on a snowflake comes true.

A family spends Christmas in a different country.

A ghost of Christmas past helps a family in the present.

#writing tips #christmas prompts #writing community #short story prompts #ai wrote this

[writingprompts-3]

Writing Prompt #1

My hand reached out to touch the dust. Before I could blink, another hand grasped my forearm, and I was pulled in.

#writing prompt #writing #creative writing #story prompt #short story prompts #short prompt

[jameswrites]

Upon Arrival, Up On a Rival

A short story where you and your rival are both snatched from this world and sent into a fantasy world with elves, dwarves, and all sorts of fantastical races (as well as humans) and you land on top of the rival when you get there.

You both compete the entire time for who can do more things, better things, until by the end of it you realize that you actually really care for one another more than just this rivalry (though that remains) and you become friends, yes, but maybe even lovers.

Feel free to use this plot, I’m gonna be working it into some of my story threads as well.

#writblr #fantasy #short story prompts #frioria

[0-ink-zinc]

Writing Prompt #7

"WHY would you do this?! Just why?! None of it mattered to you, so why did you have to get involved?!"

"Because that's just what friends do.."

"I would NEVER have been your friend if it meant I was going to lose you..."

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[dalsoprompts]

“Hoe. Hi* Sorry, typo.”

“...This is a verbal conversation we are having.”

#writing prompt #dialogue prompt #short story prompts #attempt at humor #yaasss

[motleystitches]

Global Warming as the Trojan War of our times

A conflict between Poseidon, Apollo, and Hades.

#3am thoughts #short story prompts

[heniareth]

and! 49. nightfall for Ilanlas! 😎

Sorry for the long wait with this one! I've had a bit of time today and was finally able to finish this. Have an Ilanlas fresh out of the battle at Ostagar! Hope you enjoy ^^

CW for mention of blood and mention of a massacre.

Ilanlas sought out solitude at the approach of nightfall, as he always did. The southeastern edge of the Brecilian Forest was barely visible in the distance, and their small camp was quiet. They had made halt in the depression between two hills. Ilanlas climbed one of them and sat down in the dusk-red blaze of the sun. It was already half hidden behind the horizon. Nightfall was fast approaching.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Vir Assan. The Way of the Arrow. Be swift and silent, strike true and do not waver. Ilanlas called to mind his wavering during his last encounter with darkspawn. Shemlen ruins had echoed a different set of ruins, ruins with a mirror and monsters, ruins that had swallowed the body of a friend. The memory had gripped his throat with panic; if not for the shem, he would be dead.

Vir Bor'assan, the Way of the Bow. As the sapling bends, so must you. In yielding, find resilience; in pliancy, find strength. Ilanlas was not used to yielding. He was not used to an emotion vibrating in his body for days like this one did. The panic had been overwhelming, and it had dragged him away like a petrified piece of wood.

Vir Adahlen, the Way of the Forest. Receive the gifts of the hunt with mindfulness. What had his last encounter with the darkspawn brought him other than panic and more corpses? What did a hunt bring other than the body of an animal to nourish him and his? He had already tasted darkspawn blood, had survived its corrosive nature. Still, he felt it eating away at his very bones.

This whole hunt was poisoned.

The sun was a mere sliver of red on the horizon. The smoke rising from Ostagar from fires still burning days after the slaughtet tinted the sky an ugly black. He was clanless in soon-to-be blighted land, and still intent on finding his friend. Ilanlas closed his eyes and let the dying sun tint his vision red. Red with fire. Red with blood.

“I parin boralen din’hanal inan, ma’en nan el.”

Before I die alone, let me have vengeance.

The sun vanished and night fell over the camp.

#ilanlas mahariel #short story prompts #dao #dragon age #warden mahariel #dragon age origins #my writings

[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.

#short story #i guess? #original fiction #merman #mermaids #queer #fantasy fiction #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers #guess what suckers this is just a one night in hartswood AU!!!! #mer!penn 4 LIFE #this is NOT a prompt lmao #im happy for you to use it with fanfic or w/e tho #but not original fiction #on account of how its my idea for a book