Writing Prompt

Zaynab watches Ayan and Ade stand in front of each other awkwardly in the white room.

She rolls her eyes. "You guys are supposed to actually talk to each other, y’know?"

"This is just so weird," Ayan look down at his arms. "Am I even real?"

"In your universe? Yes. In mine and Ade’s? No. Same goes for Ade."

"And you?"

"I’m your creator. Of course I exist."

Zaynab is an author of a...

Boy so you left me for another girl saying that she is better than me

Don’t you know how much that hurts

Let me put it this way for ya

What happened if I left you for another boy saying that he’s better than you

That wouldn’t feel better now would it

Just because she works two jobs means nothing to me

You are playing with fire here

I hope she breaks your heart like you did to mine so badly

Wh...

Instead of an art museum in Paris, I’m standing in an empty gallery that smells faintly of turpentine and something older—magic maybe. I glance down. The book in my hands flashes a deep, sparkly violet before fading into the dull brown of an antique relic.

The room is long, with high white walls and ceilings that stretch upward like a cathedral. At the far end looms a massive tapestry—so black it...

She sat down at Sunny Cafe. She pulled out her cards and laughed. She didn't know why she laughed but she did. Then a girl with a long water-blue ponytail sat in front of her. Spade stared at her for a minute then decided she wasn't an evil minion of Ace. The wooden table clicked as the waitress placed the menus. “The usual,” Spade waved the waitress away. “Um, hi,” the ponytail girl said slowly. ...

Two portals open in a small room, closed off to the rest of the world. Two doors that can’t be unlocked. Two mirrors on opposite walls, and then the most peculiar addition—two figures spewed from the depths of the swirling magic within. They both stand at the same time. How they managed to completely miss each other, too, is beyond one’s comprehension.

Rubbing their heads in pain, the men groan....

(Both from my own novel…they later become best friends.)

Amanda grasped her bow, breathing shallow breaths as she swiftly dodged a swing from an axe. A woman, about 17 stood harshly with pale white skin, and her eyes were a blood bath red. Addicting yet painful. Her skull was cracked, yet she still stood like she was alive, as if it was nothing new for her. The hair from her head mostly cov...

On a foggy night in Gotham City, a jet-black Bat-Signal cut through the clouds, shining a massive emblem over the skyline. Batman, cloaked in shadows, watched from a nearby rooftop. Commissioner Gordon was late, which was unusual, but Batman was patient. He heard a soft, deliberate sound behind him and turned to see not Gordon, but a figure in a long coat and deerstalker hat, the faintest outline ...

Five was walking into Griddys Donuts, more specifically Five Hargreeves. (FROM THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY AND THEY RUINED THE FOURTH SEASON FOR FIVE) Anyways Five sits down at the booth and got a coffee. Someone limps in, obviously taller than Five by a few inches. He observes the boy, he looked 17. Five himself was 58 in a 13 year olds body. The boy sits a seat away from Five.

“Sorry to bother you but...

Detroit, 2077, Earth-21109.

Murphy scanned the mission area: “Threat assessment: High.” Three targets. Two of the hulking mechs had already dropped to the ground, their hydraulics whining in protest. The third was recklessly descending from the massive cargo plane, fast. Before it could join the fray, Murphy was on it—his recent upgrades kicked in, and he closed the distance midair.

Missile laun...

Harry pushed back the mop of hair across his scar. It hadn’t burnt in an age, but the memory, the shadow of the pain was still there. It always would be.

He saw Molly’s pristine apron and head maid pin, right above her heart. How she managed to look so neat and polished without magic, he’d never know. Not a speck of dust remained in the room, it was in a state of perfection.

Molly looked at th...