Creative Writing Prompts

What a question, I thought. I layed my head down on the floor, relaxing my body. “I would assume.” I replied, glancing up at Kameka. But, Alejandro seemed rather unhappy about the question. He looked at her with worried eyes, scrunching his face. “But, I’m your husband.”

Kameka turned to him, smiling with a malicious innocence. “I know.” Her words were quick, sharp, and dull. Similar to what she ...

On a different Tuesday,

my wings work, and so do your eyes.

You catch me in the periphery

of those gleaming trophies,

and you crane your neck to see me:

my straight teeth and small waist,

soft eyes, a girl's face,

smooth legs and clean wrists,

and, for one day, I exist.

You flash your good-guy smile,

make me pink and dizzy,

and I like it, somehow.

I'm stumbling now.

Instead, you catch me

on th...

"I think you’re misremembering, stop acting silly." A tight smile plastered itself to her lips. "I could never have said those things to you. "

"Oh am I?" I took a deep breath. "‘Dirty’, is what you called me, mom."

“Sweetheart, you just don't understand." She swirled the coffee in her mug, the café bustled around us. Inviting her here had been a huge mistake. "Could you blame me for being surpr...

My teeth clawed into the seeps of his pale skin,

Saliva all over his thin chin.

Groans

Pantings

Whispers.

Time had stopped

I was consumed by his taste

And his soft breaths raced.

I was in love once, Yes once.

And I had cut into his heart.

We would tease and blush,

we'd watch movies and I would try to make him hush.

I yearned to never grow apart, but it was bound to start.

We daydreamed about our...

Signe was resigned to her fate. She did not have any more fight in her. She was going to die pretty and there was nothing else to be done about it. She was always bitter these days. She spent a lot of her time cursing human vanity. She sat on the rocking chair on her porch, the morning air cool on her porcelain cheeks. She looked at her hands flawless with no blotches or liver spots, holding her f...

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 ...