Writing Prompt
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STORY STARTER
Inspired by 'no name'
"Everyone here is alive because of them."
"Everyone here is dead because of them."
Use either of theses pieces of speech in a story in any genre.
Writings
“Everyone in this room is alive because of good ole Joe and Delaney over there.” A videotape of Joe and Delaney Saradotchi’s Christmas party with their children plays in the background. The Saradotchi couple had three children, Jenny (aged 7), Henry (aged 5), and Natalia (aged 3). A couple more lines of dialogue plays and it cuts to where Delaney and Jenny are out of frame. Joe is talking about ho...
Her mouth was hanging open in shock, shaking her head as she looked down to the ground where blood and guts and body parts were strewn about, seeing little to no ground. They were high school lovers, now in their late 20s. They’d been through everything together. Even college, deaths of loved ones, and being far apart. It felt like they were inseparable.
She never really got along with her family...
It’s all over . . . And I’m glad. I’m glad it didn’t hurt, I’m glad the pain is gone and I’m glad that I’m fianlly done. With everything . . .
My eyes flash open as my breath gets caught in my throat. I gasp for air, my eyes pooling with tears as the white room clicks in my brain. I’m . . . Here. The hospital, and I’m okay.
“Maisie!” Davian rushes to my side, his eyes tired and filled with reli...
In shadows deep, a mournful sight,
Gone is the day, swallowed by night.
Whispers echo, sorrow's refrain,
Everyone here, lost in pain.
With heavy hearts, we bear the weight,
Of lives extinguished, sealed by fate.
Their laughter silenced, dreams untold,
Because of them, a story cold.
In hallowed ground, they rest their heads,
Amidst the tears, the unspoken threads.
Each name a reminder, etched in ...
Information fled into his mind as if conscious thought spoke to him through the wood. The dragons were dying by the score. Dökkálfar and men close to the base of a cliff. None took flight except for a mighty beast, hewn in black, spewing fire across the hordes below. On they came like a raging inferno blown by the winds.
These were the sacred grounds where dragon kind came to die. The Black was t...
“They have landed”
“It is THEM, isn’t it?”
“Indeed, it is.” The men could hardly talk, due to their lips quaking. A solitary tear fell from the taller man’s eye, without him even think about it. “We are going to die, aren’t we.” The smaller man almost whispered.
“I reckon so.” Responded the other. “Look there, the Flesh Raiders are disembarking from the spacecraft.” A few rat-like Orcs with skinn...
“She’s just a girl!” someone shouts, and it’s true.
Avani Wystan is a girl, barely sixteen and all the more terrifying for it, but she’s also insanely good at what she does.
It’s her destiny, whatever the people say.
And she’s standing just feet away from me, looking straight out at the crowd like I’m not quite brave enough to do. If a man from the Water realm or the Sky Realm was here, he w...
Every autumn leaf slowly dances round. Round on the gentle breeze, held safely in tender hands. Hands of the finest translucent lace. Lace that turns to dust in the turning of the age. Down falls the autumn leaf…
…crushed and forgotten by the time the season turns bitter and stark.
There wasn’t a time that you could remember the forest being free from the heavy biting grasp of oppression. Then...
Everyone here is alive because of them. I have to keep reminding myself this over and over again in my head as I slave away day in and day out at the hand of my maker. Literally. Jesus himself. Well, his minions.
It was a summer day, but it was raining…or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just cloudy….doesn’t matter. I was sitting on my back deck just minding my own business and eating some Hawaiian...
They came in a black cloud of commotion from the sky. A hungry scream of shrill caws descending. The winter had been hard. It had whittled their bones so thin that they could barely hold the dark feathers of their wings in the air. They gave no thought to anything else, but the emptiness inside. The need to eat and procreate. The first sprout of spring may be beautiful to a poet’s eyes. That is no...
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