Writing Prompt
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STORY STARTER
Write a fantasy story based around the last message you sent to a friend.
The Fantasy genre typically contains magic, supernatural or mythological elements.
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Join me where the fairies sing
Over the rocks resembling giants’ limbs,
Memories of their bodies set in stone
As if they’re still there; as if you can hear
The music of their breath
Rise
And fall.
Join me where the children play
Among the gnomes and toadstools
We can get there by a dragon’s wing
Or by riding the waves of the ocean,
Almost becoming the water itself,
Rising
And falling.
Join ...
Dad, I guess you never know what the last thing you say to someone is going to be. You know how people are always shocked when they realize they will never be able to see someone again or apologize for what they said or tell someone they love them? I now get it. So many things in life are hypothetical until you experience them. I wish I could tell Charlie that I love her. I wish I could apologize ...
It was quite a silly name for such a serious thing. We used it because when we were kids, that’s what we called he boyfriend.
But now that he had stabbed us in the back and turned to the other side, we use it in spite of him.
“Operation Private,” we would whisper whenever he would attack but nothing bad happened.
“Operation Private,” we would whisper when we stabbed him in the back just as he did ...
In the kingdom of Lyra, communication between friends and loved ones was carried out through enchanted scrolls. These scrolls, created by the legendary sorcerer Elowen, could transmit messages instantaneously across any distance. The scrolls glowed with a soft, ethereal light, and the ink used to write on them shimmered like the stars.
Aria, a young mage-in-training, had just returned to her humb...
Im a world where everything you say turns literal, I made the biggest mistake. Here’s what happened~
~Flashback~
*Regina has sent a reel*
I smile and pick up my phone. Seeing my best friends name on the screen of my phone was always a highlight to my day. Especially when she sent me videos. They were always funny and it always turned into a long conversation. I clicked on Instagram and watched ...
“So, hear me out Blaire,” he says to the brown-haired fae wearing a rather irritated expression, “You know how in our world we have specific names for the kind of people we are, and the creatures from Earth do, also?”
She raises her brows. It seems that’s the closest thing to a reply he’ll receive from her.
“What would you call the people from Ohio?” Ozerahn asks.
Blaire rolls her eyes. “How ...
Actual TW. Idek anymore. I feel sick.
I _prayed_.
I actually fucking _prayed_.
I sat with God, or the universe.
Anyone who would listen.
_And prayed._
Even when I was younger
Seven in a holy white dress
I would never ask for anything
in my prayers
I would just sit with God
So I sat with them today
Told them to feel what I'm feeling
Just for a second
The desire to amputate my arms
The an...
“I need help!” Amira called to Vera. She threw another dagger at the enemy. Tendrils of smoke were blowing up in the distance and there was an urgent need in the air. The world was on fire.
“I thought you were the most highly trained Keeper in the Guild.” Vera mocked her before hitting her opponent with an ax.
“Shut it and give me back up!” Amira kicked the Blood Hunter in the face. She then b...
"Helen! Guess what."
"What?"
"I'm one of the finalists!"
Her face turns white and her eyes convey loss.
"You know that's not a good thing, right?"
"But if I make it through.."
"If is the key word. Are you sure you want to go with this?"
"Yes."
"Ok. See you... when I see you."
"Wait! Helen! Where are you going?"
She walks into the fog and I know I will never find her again.
I stare down ...
A dark rot seeps through the land like mildew snaking it’s path through the cloth seams of a canvas. A lot of people think that the curse came from a neighbouring trades-kingdom, some lonesome creature prowling around a cave in the high hills or maybe a wizard with soulless voids for pupils and a temper that can break through the steel bolts of chains but those like me who look so closely they can...
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