Creative Writing Prompts

After a long day,

I open up my bedroom door,

close it,

and lock it.

I tamper with my face a bit,

loosen a few strands,

peel off some layers of cloth,

and take it off.

I open my closet door,

and hang it on an open hook,

with the other ones.

It’s a mask.

They’re all masks.

Masks of my “emotions.”

The ones I can’t express.

When I wake up the next day,

I grab it—

number twenty-six,

the smiling m...

“Upon translation of “Twilight”, we decided to block the planet from any communications, just in the event that vampires should consume us.”

The human general tapped the strange cube on the table. “Pardon? I believe there is some translation error. Vampires are not real.”

The box took the words and fed them to the tall alien in front of me.

There was a click of antennae as a response came back t...

Geralt turns, golden eyes piercing as his pupils narrow to slits to focus on the… thing. His white locks held back in what could generously be called a pony tail, his swords crossed over his back, silver for monsters, steel for humans - though he often can’t tell the difference between them.

The… thing looks up at him, it’s wide eyes focussing on the pale skin of the Witcher. A high pitched voice...

Twinkling

Setting the backdrop

Of our last life

Of reminiscent smiles

In the life before.

Clinking, softly

Unsettling, clearing

Of our dinner dishes

Of our candlelight wishes

Scintillating.

From the soufflé bistro

Way back in a French rue

To the authentically remote

Italian trattoria

Where we ate “real” pizza.

Illuminating

The lost nights

From the tried and true

Taverna in old St. Pete

To the ...

The weekend drags its feet

As I spend my day indoors

Note-taking, Sunbathing

When the sun slips past the door

Five days of cloudless skies

As blue as I feel trapped in here

Working slow to save some time

Under a fluorescent atmosphere

Friday tucks me in at last

And soon I rise from my bed

I open up my curtains and

Rain, rain again...

‘This isn’t possible,’ Tensha thought in his own language. He turned over the leaves of paper with images of people on them, thoughtfully viewing each one. Never had it occurred to him that others existed that were like him; mother had always said he was the only one.

He knew that he was descended from the race of gods who wielded fire and thunder, but he had never before seen evidence of their ...

He pushes me up against the wall, his arm across my throat, making it hard to breathe. "Did you take it?" He asks me. "Did you take my wallet?"

I close my eyes contemplating what to say. I can't lie. I've lied too many times already, three to be exact. If I lie one more time, I'll be dead by tomorrow, but if I admit to taking his wallet, I'll be caught and taken to prison.

In the world we live ...

When the storm comes, my compass always points to—

You.

You’re always there when I’m at my lowest.

The time I broke both my hands,

And you held my spoon up so I could eat.

That time my apartment flooded,

And you let me crash in your house.

When I got laid off from work,

For something I didn’t do,

You took the rest of the day off,

And we went out for drinks.

My first heartbreak,

You threw a bo...

I thought I'd already had a rough day. Mark, my overseer, had given me an earful about 'proper sigil formatting', my bus journey had been spent stood next to a man who had clearly never heard of deodorant, and I'd received yet another letter reminding me to pay my rune tax. So when I went to go crash on my bed and let the pillows swallow me whole, the last thing I needed was to be greeted with the...

Writing Prompt: May 17 - "We all look the same in the dark."

In the light, we're sharply defined.

Unique.

Each showcasing our own talents and abilities.

In the light, she's an elementary teacher

In the light, he's been changing your oil for the last 5 years

In the light, they're the checkout cashier at your grocery store

In the light, they're your boss, your coworker, your husband, your niece...

A pair of children

Hand in hand

Skipping, tripping,

Through the sand

“A whale, a whale!”

The younger shouts

A rising, splashing, falling spout

The older tugs him towards the road

To the crumbling, humbling home

The two go in, the sun falls down

The sun comes up and two go out

A pair of siblings

Hands awry

Running, fumbling

Down the drive

“A boat, a boat!”

The younger cries

A pu...

A car rumbles past me, just inches away from my face. But all I can do is lie here, suffering until some merciful angel carries my soul to God knows where. I know that humans have two places they could go, but I don’t know where cats go when they die. Especially cats who have lived such a life as I.

In my final fleeting moments my mind drifts back to my kittenhood and my first taste of how harsh...