Action Writing Prompts

He puts a towel over my head. It’s dry and coarse. It smells, but I can’t pinpoint what it smells like…and maybe that’s for the best.

I can’t see him, but Glasses starts screaming at me. I can feel his spittle across my neck. It’s warm in the cold, and in a strange way welcome.

Someone wheels me toward the faucet. My first guess is Glasses, but the arms are wheeling me from the left. Glasses i...

My eyes slowly fluttered awake and I looked up at the wood ceiling. Wait. I jolted up in my bed and froze. How could I have fallen asleep?! I stayed a statue, waiting for the thunderous march of armed footsteps, for the sirens, the shouting, the gunshots, the explosions of bombs, the smell of smoke and fear and blood. I strained my ears, but surprisingly heard…birds chirping. I couldn’t help but w...

The pitter patter of my heart grows louder as I stare into her eyes. My mask slowly starting to peel from my face as I dangle over the edge of the bridge just barely holding onto her, my love. The rain pours down heavily, the drops of water streaming over us. My eyes flick down towards our hands where my grip is strong, but slipping.

Her fearful eyes look into mine as she holds on for dear life. ...

She understood it. The deep rooted mistrust he had for her. She didn’t even blame him for admitting it out loud and to her face. But something still pricked her heart as the words projected from his mouth.

Lila took a sharp breath, her deep brown eyes staring at him consciously, ready to flick away if he turned to face her. She knew he wouldn’t though. Caleb hadn’t looked at her in the face for a...

Sophie did not like working with thieves, they were sticky fingered, conniving, backstabbing lunatics who only looked out for themselves. Upon telling people this she was often met with weird stares — after all she was a thief herself. However, she was also a thief low down in the criminal food chain and therefore had no control over who she worked with when her boss dictated that she must take so...