Creative Writing Prompts

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...

Life is like a sharp stick,

Meant for great things,

Like marshmallows,

And pointing at stars,

And poking the fire just enough to make it dance.

You drop a few dreams into the flames here and there,

Burn the edges every now and then,

But oh—

How sweet the middle stays....

Solemnly, he sits in his leather chair as time moves slow and thin, staring at the mantle piece,

The haunted captures have seen him shrivel and bend,

Monotone photographs rest easy on the mantle,

With ghosts for unattended company, and for friends.

He wasn’t there alone. He had his captains, generals, friends.

A collage of suffering that lingers in his home.

He had a job to do so why should h...

My hands shook as I read the words on the leaf.

I read the sentence over and over again, rubbing my eyes in hopes that it will change. Naturally it didn't, and I was stuck with this horrid mission instead.

Was this really worth for a simple pair of wings?

Of course it was.

To become a winged fairy, it has been my dream ever since I was a little faeling. It is every faeling's dream to be ble...

Mom's hair used to be strawberry blonde. The sort of blonde you would only see on American bombshells at the bar.

But mom was nothing like a bar-goer in her manner. On the contrary, she was a gentle caretaker of two kids, that would choose sunbathing on a midsummer's beach over intoxication any day. Her skin was painted a pale, ethereal gold from her days spent by the sea, and bright specks of c...

I was the clay

You sat to mold

And in your embrace,

I was all you wanted

And more

And as you threw me

On the wheel

My edges became curves

And I was becoming pottery

A prized piece of art

Painted and fired

Set to stone in the kiln

Only to be admired

I was set on the very highest shelf

Put as an art gallery attraction

And when I was draped round your arm

That’s all I was, a piece

Of the latest fashi...

I watch as the coffin lowers into the ground.

It’s raining and crowded.

Someone is speaking about him. His legacy. The good he did in the world.

People are crying.

I’m not.

If they knew what I knew, they wouldn’t be either.

He’s finally in the ground.

Seven years and he’s finally in the ground.

It only took a heart attack.

I don’t buy it.

I need to know for sure.

It’s getting...