Writing Prompt
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STORY STARTER
You are in a room with all the characters you've ever written into your stories. Who will be the most problematic for you, and who will befriend and protect you?
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I gaze around at my characters. The troubled, the lost, the happy, the powerful. All of them. I smile at the quartet, Wren, Beatrice, Ignatius, Clive with a halo around his messy hair.
I notice a few that I almost forgot about. Akiva, Athena, Camille, Alex with his halo, Nathan, Vinnie, Layla, Bev, and Phoebe
They all look at me. Some are angry, mostly Clive. He shouts at me, screaming. “Why di...
Okay, this is how it all started. I was working on a my story on Google Docs and this large ad that took up most of the screen popped-up and said on it, “Fiction→Reality" start your free trial today." Like with most ads, I went for the teeny tiny 'x' in the corner, but somehow the computer was controlling the movement of my mouse on the screen. It happened so fast that I wasn't able to stop myself...
I opened my eyes to see every character I ever wrote around me, all staring down after me. I looked around, I recognized all of them: Michael, Autumn, Colby, Jamie, Edoria, Blaze, Jayden, Peter, Grace, Navy, Pat… all of them. Blaze and Blaze are of even complications because Blaze is a prince elf with a terrible backstory, and Michael was bitten by a zombie and slowly losing his sanity. Eden was m...
This was a dream and a nightmare all in one room.
I get to meet my brain best friend and mentor. Reyna, queen of the elven world and cities and the most spunky, sarcastic person I know.
Alex, my silly, endearing, and annoying imaginary boyfriend. I gave him to Reyna but also gave her my expectations.
Gillian, aka Gorilla, who is based of my best friend and soul sister.
Tristan and Calista, my sin...
My head lolls to the side as I slowly wake. My eyes flutter open, and I sit upright, noticing I’m in a small wooden chair with a floral cushion. I’m in a room, plain white walls decorated with landscapes in golden frames, no other furniture other than my own chair. The wooden floor is cold beneath my bare feet, and my eyes scan those also in the room.
I notice Maverick and Keane, exactly how I i...
In a dimly lit room, I find myself surrounded by the characters I've brought to life through my stories. As I look around, the familiar faces of heroes, villains, and those in between blur together in a surreal mix of reality and fiction.
Standing closest to me is Evelyn, the resolute detective from my latest mystery novel. Her sharp eyes scan the room, immediately assessing threats and potential...
I look around at the now risen words of my notebook. Manifested from actions and arcs into actual flesh in my face. The ghostly room is now suddenly packed, with bodies jumping up out of my book that lay on the floor. Climbing out of the mere spiraled notebook like children out of a basement except unknown. I know their sillouettes as their creator but their faces are nothing but a blur. Two teena...
Speaker: “HELLO AND WELCOME! TODAY YOU ARE ALL IN A ROOM WITH YOUR CREATOR WHO SITS IN A WOODEN CHAIR AT THE END OF THIS VERY BLEAK ROOM. GOOD DAY.”
— I shift in my uncomfortable chair. Zanes eyeing me like prey and Travis is looking at me with curious eyes. —
”You’re young,” Tess says with her arms crossed.
”How can you create such traumatic characters,” Aaron asks worryingly, “are you alright...
(Hello there! I’m not going to fully follow this prompt but I am going to follow the “characters you’ve ever written into your stories. So, here’s a story about three of the characters I’ve made a small story about!)
Snow covered the forest floor like a massive coat of fur, it froze the bracken and brambles connected to the earth and trees, not moving at all. The sound of paw-steps was near, ...
I sigh as I see all of the familiar faces, some with dark brown hair, some with light blonde, others varied within.
“So, how many Rikas did I make again?” I joke, remembering how it had been my favorite name around 3 years ago.
“Around..30?” A tall girl with long flow-y blonde hair estimates, her voice a bit rough from little use.
“Ah, and you’re..you’re…” I couldn’t think of her name, a ...
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