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Take a bullet and RUN WITH IT!!
Stretch it out as much as you can, turn it into a multi-chaptered story, write a poem about it, tell it from different perspectives, combine two different prompts into one, ANYTHING! Even if you have to squint to make the prompt make sense, DO IT! All in the name of creativity and inspiration!
Please just say which one(s) you're using, and donate a few bullets if you have the chance! :)
Here's the first few for reference:
> Stolen identity
> 'Weren't we supposed to be friends?'
> 'It's like the whole world has gone mad. What do we do now?'
> Molten rock churned, burbling and pretending to breath fire itself, under the watchful eye of the ______. Nothing had happened. Yet.
> A solemn toll struck into the grey mist. At first, it was just one, but soon the bells' tune had swelled to a chorus, riding the somber taste of the rain as if they were atop the black horses leading the funeral hearse.
> 'That was in your past life, though. Neither of you are the same people you were in that life, nor do you have the same relationship or circumstances. Why take that chance now? What if it ruins everything we have here, in this life?"
> The tattered red-bound book lie slanted on the flaky, green lopsided shelf. It's pages were torn and yellowed, with dog-ears and ancient markings -- scars left behind by dribbled and smeared ink -- perhaps even with a coffee spill or two. But that didn't matter to ________.
Good luck and happy writing! Ciao~
submitted by Jaybells, age Obscure, Lost in the Universe
(February 28, 2022 - 12:09 am)
(February 28, 2022 - 12:09 am)
Wow, this is epic! I love how serious and mature and self-deprecating it is in such a subtle way, as to make it feel oh-so-very-natural... Agh, it's so good! TvT
Also is that some pining/potential romance I see sprouting?? IT APPEARS I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED! I wouldn't be disappointed to see the relationship take off as platonic, or nothing come of it, or even starting from this new, mind-wiped version, though, which goes to show just how well this little snippet was crafted!
It's genuinely awesomely tragic, and I'd be exhilarated to see more, whether that be in more fleshed-out drafts, or further continuations! Happy writing, mate! :)
(March 4, 2022 - 6:37 pm)
Thank you! I'm going to try to keep working on it, so we'll see what it turns into :)
(March 6, 2022 - 2:39 pm)
Also, I have some more prompts [All pronouns are substatutional - feel free to change them] :
>"He's changed. "
"No, we've all changed."
>"I'm not ready."
>"I knew there was something strange about them when I heard their laugh."
> I was reading at my desk when my best friend suddenly just...appeared. Sitting on my bed. Out of nowhere.
"WHAT?!?!" I exclaimed.
"_________, there's something I need to tell you..."
> I didn't realize the Queen of Spades was really just a fancy name for Queen of Shovels until I met her in person.
>I didn't quite realize where I stood until he showed me...I was right in the center. I was the cause of it all.
>But her castle was built on pillars of sand
>We are what we speak.
>"No."
>Everyone is always concerned about Friday the 13th. Yet, it happened on a Friday the 10th...
(March 4, 2022 - 4:56 pm)
Yo', these are all so good! I've got a bunch of new ideas now!
*cackles maniacally*
(March 4, 2022 - 6:58 pm)
Using one of Neverseen's prompts, I wrote a little "character experiment." This is a character I created a while ago and has popped up in my writing on the CB (the Little Lost Library and the Writing/Art contest). It's quite short and would only be a small part of the story, but like I said, experimenting over here. Feedback would be great, if anyone had the time!
I knew there was something strange about her when I heard her laugh.
I should’ve been ready right away. I should’ve known. I’ve always cared about fact-checking. But I was desperate. I just wanted to see her one last time. Just once. And tell her I was sorry. That I was sorry I couldn’t tell her if she was going to live and be sure of it. That I was sorry I couldn’t look at her as she withered away. That I was sorry I couldn’t take her place.
Still, I was silly. Impulsive. And now it’s too late.
(March 6, 2022 - 9:55 am)
Oh wow...ominous, dramatic, mysterious, I like it! You've already got me hooked! What kind of story are you planning to have her (They is she/her, correct? If not, feel free to correct me!) in?
(March 6, 2022 - 2:42 pm)
Thank you so much! The story is fiction, and I'm thinking it might alternate narrators in first person or be in third person. The idea is that the story is about two twins, one a girl, the other a boy, whose little sister died, and the boy has been obsessed with trying to find a cure for the disease she died of. In the story, the twins work at a magical library, and the boy discovers a portal that he believes will allow him to bring his sister back. Unfortunately, magic proves to have a mind of its own, and it's more of a corrupted version of his sister that he brings back, so the little part I wrote from your prompt was the brother's point of view upon realizing his mistake. Thank you so much for the prompt, by the way! :D
(March 6, 2022 - 3:50 pm)
“I’m not ready.”
Wind whips around me, tugging at my clothes and attempting to unravel my hair from its tight bun. My eyes are fixed on the rocky ground beneath my feet; specifically, how the ground drops out into thin air right in front of me. The sky is a shade of lavender that contrasts the sunset shades of the forest hundreds of feet below me.
“I’m not ready,” I repeat, hugging myself tightly.
The instructor beside me hums noncommittally. “No one ever is, really.” They put a hand on my shoulder and guide me so I’m even closer to the edge than I was.
“Maybe I could try again some other time?” I suggest weakly.
The instructor pretends not to hear me, instead saying, “relax, don’t overthink it. You’ll do fine.” And then they step back and wait for me to move.
I can’t. My limbs are frozen and my eyes won’t move from the terrifying drop and my heart is pounding way too fast.
I force myself to breathe, unclenching my hands and closing my eyes. And then I lean forward, and then I’m
falling.
~~
Wouldn't it be cool if on alien planets, learning to fly was kind of like learning to drive :3
(March 7, 2022 - 11:07 am)
That is a cool idea! :0
(March 11, 2022 - 11:07 pm)
From Neverseen's "No." Honestly I haven't the foggiest idea where this is going and it's short enough that it could be a bullet of its own...
-----
"No."
"Please," I tried again desperately, with no energy left to say more than that.
He shook his head again, not meeting my eyes.
Something inside me hardened then and I stood to leave. "Fine."
Finally he looked up with a frown. "You're not -"
"I'll go on my own."
"You can't!"
"I have to. Don't you understand? This is my fault."
----
> "I know I was wrong. But... I knew I was wrong, too. Then." He shook his head. "I don't deserve this."
> She laughed and cried until her sanity was a thing to be doubted of.
> Legally, I don't exist.
That's why I'm the perfect spy.
...Yeah, right.
(March 11, 2022 - 7:05 pm)
Ooh, these are good! Especially that last one!
I like that little scenario too~ :)
(March 11, 2022 - 11:06 pm)
From Neverseen's prompt (I changed it a bit so it wasn't spoken):
He's changed. They've all changed.
I laugh. The high-pitched laugh of horror, of suppressed thoughts. I won't believe it. I can't believe it. It can't be true. After all this time—it was all for nothing.
I couldn't control it.
And then—
No.
I won't go there.
Unconsciously, I inch away. Faces twist in hurt. They turn away from me. No-one meets my eye.
I've lost their trust. Not that I ever had their trust.
Or maybe I did. Before—
(March 13, 2022 - 10:16 pm)
Ooh-la-la, that gets my mind abuzz!
(March 13, 2022 - 11:12 pm)
Bullets:
> "But he said that she said that they said _____"
> "I can't."
> My world implodes. No. It can't be true. But yet—
> If only.
(March 13, 2022 - 10:20 pm)
"He's changed..." Gallin couldn't suppress the snearing grin that threatened to tear his face apart. He had changed? Hah.
His eyes lazily scraped the air between them, drawing sparks. They weren't going to survive the night. Not anymore. Well, it's not as if they would have been spared even before they started spewing this nonsense, either. His lips settled back into that comfortably arrogant smirk and he swept his soft dark wavy of hair away to discreetly reveal his third eye once more.
The gesture elicited a chorus of gasps from some in the group, or plain grimaces from others. A deep chuckle burbled threateningly from the golden throne on which he sat.
"I've changed? I'd think it'd be safe to say we all have~" With a swish of his long, elegant fingers and golden and jewel-encrustled hand, beast-people with weapons had seized the crown of 'heroes' and were leading them to the rooms of their inevitable ends.
Gallin cask an amused glance to his side, eyes fixating on Rorak. Faer silky lavender hair was loosely tied back in a plait, eyes light and discoloured with blindness. "What do you say?" He prodded the fairer figure, almost affectionately.
Fae tilted faer head, slightly confused. "I hardly know what I should say? In response to what, may I ask?"
Rorak was simply answered by a dismissive hum from faer master.
Yorah paused, her long blue pulled-back hair fluttering to a stop beneath the bars of light cast by the dank corridor she'd scuttled through. Indeed, lit secretively by nothing but the moon and stars, something was bound to happen tonight. She sighed, turning to stare up into the sky. "I'm certain. He's changed this time. No, perhaps he's right -- we all have." Her keen senses stirred as she peeled herself away from her old friends, the only path seeming to be that which was ahead.
A papery sound quietly flapped past the highest spire as a red-violet streak of dimness scarred the night's clear ambience,
No-one but the shadows creeping amongst vine-ridden bricks could have heard that whisper, the whisper that taunted: "It is already too late."
(March 13, 2022 - 11:41 pm)