Creative Writing Prompts

Mum was frantically calling her name over and over.

Dad was pacing up and down the kitchen floor, then round the small garden, then up and down the road, and then back to the kitchen again. Teddy Blue watched knowing that Dad could pace till the soles on his shoes were worn and Mum could call till her voice failed but they couldn’t reach Tilda.

‘Yes police’ Mum said faintly into her phone, as if...

Who knitted you, whimsical sweater?

Did they sit by the fireplace?

Or in the sun by flower beds?

Who carved you, little keychain?

Do they love chunky whales?

Or do they just like to carve them?

Who decorated you, my precious pie?

Did they draw your icing flowers one by one at dawn?

Do their sugar-burnt arms hurt from kneading?

Do they shed a tear

when a cake fork stabs the marzipan?...

Tied with zip ties to a chair, Juliette glared at her childhood friends as they readied their presentation as to why she should dump her boyfriend, Cody.

The tv was hooked to a laptop that had the presentation on it with Aubree in charge. Cash and Raelyn were in charge of presenting their case.

The first slide was aptly titled “Dump Him NOW, Juliette”.

For the next 30 minutes, Juliette heard th...

And so here we are at the end.

Not the end, of course. The world doesn’t do tidy endings. The world prefers loose threads, dangling questions, and the faint suspicion that your hat has just winked at you.

Proper endings are for books, plays, and fairy tales. The universe, on the other hand, runs on in exactly the same way it always has: slightly tilted, making strange noises, and occasionally...

I pushed the door to the cafe open. I was met with resistance and an uninvited embrace with a closed door. Confused, I looked at the glass door that read ‘pull’. With embarrassed compliance I now entered the cafe.

The air felt warm from the espresso machines and faux fireplace heater. Holly leaves still hung throughout the fixtures of the shop. A surprising sight being a week into the new year. ...

The rift opened not in the sky, but in her eyes. A hairline crack, invisible to everyone else, but I saw it. The moment it split, every unsaid word I had swallowed, shuddered.

I fell, not into darkness, but into the weight of silence we’d been building together. All the times I said “it’s fine,” all the nods instead of questions, all the goodbyes spoken without looking back; they crowded me now, ...

I saw your face in the clouds today

Your beautiful smile was as plain as day.

Then again I see you everywhere

Not just in the clouds hanging in the air.

A face in the crowd walking down the street

A stranger sitting down on a metro seat.

In the sea foam when I’m out on the beach

And in my dreams you’re always just out of reach.

But where I see you oh so clearly

Is in our children that I love so ...

She looks back at me from the mirror.

Mismatched eyes are bleeding black.

Lips are crusted with blood.

Shows her teeth, crimson rolls.

A puff of icy breath passes her lips.

Her small wrists look like they’ve

been put through a shredder.

Her shirt is stained with dark substance.

Golden waves are tangled into a twisted crown.

From the mirror, her hand reaches out.

Talons are sharp, she wears a f...

Rotting flowers can still smell sweet

But you already knew

Your house is filled with wilting roses

Dead forget-me-nots too

Hope feels like heartbreak

And good memories bring pain

Maybe I gave too much sunshine

When flowers only wanted rain...

(Experimental rap story thing, don’t take it so seriously — it’s just practice)

(Hey! Thanks for the feature! 😁 Gotta say, I am a bit shocked! Glad this resonated with you, my friend. Maybe I’ll tidy it up a bit more and throw it in Suno haha)

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It was late one night

Raining

Cold

I was five

My parents told me everything would be

fine

Parents lie

I was six

I was sick

Homeless a...

The sweaty mage ahead of me in line is muttering, ‘Kinetosis,’ under his breath repeatedly like a mantra.

He’s about two seconds from collapsing into the fetal position and rocking back and forth.

At least he’ll get use out of that spell he’s conjuring to prevent motion sickness.

A roar rises from over the hill.

The kid whimpers and collapses so rapidly that I barely have time to catch him u...

It’s too dark. He shouldn’t have to be in the dark. It’s scary and cold and he doesn’t deserve that.

Lighting two candles, all that I can carry, I make my way out the front door to the little family cemetery. Jack had wanted to fix it up. Said his family should spend eternity in comfort. He’d cleaned the rock wall, then all the head stones. Planting flowers all around the green plot, instead of ...