Dramatic Writing Prompts

“You’ll be going back to your Mother, then?” the housemaid asked as she set down the bowl of fresh fruit.

“I will,” Persephone replied. Zoe had become a good friend and confidente during her time in the foul, sulfur-smelling place.

“I hope your stay hasn’t been all bad.”

Persephone smiled. It hadn’t, actually. Hades had been a kind god, in his own way, living among a land of ghosts. In some ...

the thrill of thin ice

the familiarity of worry

the comfort of self pity

the yearning for what is always sliding away

the relief of not yet cracking through...

Beach detritus. You always hope you’ll find Aladdin’s lamp or the corner of a buried treasure chest when you comb the beach. But there is always just beach detritus. And people’s garbage. People can be so disgusting. That’s when I saw it. Lying there amongst the mostly empty food containers and wrappers. A gold ring with a diamond.

The diamond ring glinted in the sunlight. A special ray o...

I have always dreamed of revolution.

Something that would send ripples through the world, tear it at the very seam— and turn it upside down.

Think of an hourglass. If there‘s a quake, it will shake, shake, shake and, if the quake is forceful enough, it will flip.

How wondrous! My hands ache for the sense of new discovery, of breakthrough!

That is why I schemed. A grand scheme indeed it is that ...

The nausea crept up her throat

From the pit of her stomach;

The realisation that yesterday was real.

And the nausea went to sickness

When the walls began to peel,

Like those ailing, painted boats.

Up came yesterday and last year with it

A mess of promises,

Or maybe hopes glued together.

There was peace in burning

Letting go of her tether,

Emptying the first-aid kit.

And there she lay

Counting...

I had always been a useless alchemist. As an apprentice to the Royal Alchemist, my father, everyone expects great things from me. I knew all the recipes and techniques but my potions were never as strong as they should be. My father says that I’m just inexperienced but I know that it’s because I’m only half elf. Because of my human mother, I don’t have the inherent magic that all Elves should. I h...

“I love you. Buh-bye.” I say to my youngest son as I put the phone down. I walk through the hall of the house I’ve lived in for most of my life, although it used to hold a whole family. For the past few years, it’s been just me and these paint-chipped walls. I love this place, but I miss my family. My wife passed just a few years ago, and my children have been out of the house for many years now. ...

I met you on one of the worst days of my life,

But you didn’t know that yet.

I pretended to be busy when you walked by my desk,

So you wouldn’t see me upset.

But little did I know, you would soon save my soul,

One eye roll and sigh at a time.

When I needed a life vest, you jumped in instead,

Pushed me up when I couldn’t climb.

I was drowning in grief with so many unknowns,

Five kids hung in t...

I want to feel

I want to know

I want to love

I want to grow

I want to know

The world outside

The truth my mother

So hid in disguise

I want to know

The truth about pain

Is it true love

Or is it insane

I want to hear

The words come out

That you never loved me

Without a doubt

I want to know why

You don’t give a damn

And bury your face

Deep in the sand

Hoping I’ll leave

To never look back

All cruel ...

For the first time in a long time, I dreaded going to work. Not because work was terrible, but because she would be there. She was Viktoria Meir.

Viktoria Meir was queen bee in all she did. From the day she learned to form coherent sentences, she had the world wrapped around her little finger. Her peers willfully did her bidding and flocked to her to grasp at any loose strings of attention – a...

Your very first car,

It’s used and a little beaten,

But it’s your first car nonetheless.

It has a few quirks,

When you pop the trunk

The hood pops up too,

The seat belt

In the middle back seat doesn’t work,

And you can’t go above 80mph.

But the outside has a nice blue color,

With some white accents,

And a nice rev to the engine.

It gets you where you need to go,

That’s what matters.

But when...

Where are all the people who once loved me so?

I was a spirited man in my youth; spritely and full of vigour. The world was a tumbling oyster off the back of the universe that was my whale. Now, all gone. Things have tumbled to nothingness, all thanks to him. That damned juggernaut! Ploughing through my heart and bewitching the souls of everyone who looked through me to him.

Like an old tattere...