Fantasy Writing Prompts

Somewhere in Florida,

a strawberry finds itself growing

on a tree, beside an apple

long past ripe.

Plump and red. Swollen like a cheek.

It knows it has no business being there,

but it admits—

it is nice, for once, to be tall.

Nice, for once, to feel the sky

closer than the ground.

And somewhere in California,

Half Moon Bay,

a girl stands on a rooftop

and thinks the same.

Sick of the ocean,

of al...

“The first thing you notice is the smell”. That’s what my grandfather told me. He always described it as stale salt. I never understood it as a kid. How does salt go stale? Isn’t the purpose of salt to prevent that? Now, as I slowly trudge through the loose dirt and sand, it makes sense. The sand… it’s the same stuff that covers The Impassable Desert. But unlike there, this sand is cold and sligh...

“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 ...

_Every night, the architects shape the dreams of the mortals, but when one architect falls for a dreamer, the boundaries between their worlds begin to blur…_

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Landscaping is extremely intimate. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying!

Maybe it’s because I’m young, that I don’t have enough control over my patience. But you try spiriting away into someone’s dreams—a manifestation of th...

She was pretty before. Turning heads in every room she walked in. Now, the tabloids that call her “beautiful”, pretend that she has perfect features. A million dollars for a photo session.

She was smart before. Straight A student, passionate of poetry. Now, the scientists that test her periodically, establish that her IQ has never been reached before, by a human being.

She was kind before. Never...

In my dreams, I often meet the soul of that who I’m meant to be with. My soulmate, if you will

I’m not sure if he’s here, or ever will be here. But he’s there when I close my eyes and when I need it the most

It’s always the same place; in a sort of library, with multiple levels, hallways that go on forever, and stairs that seem to lead to nowhere. Candles adorn the corners, and there doesn’t see...

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 saw the rabbit

Stopwatch, coat, tie, down the hole

Picnic forgotten

My knees scrape the ground

I crawl, down the rabbit hole

Now I feel weightless

Paper, fungi, tea?

My nose knows no nothings

Only everythings

I am sat; table

Clinking china, rustled hat

Whispered madness, cat

Inviting letters

‘Eat me’ they say; tall, short,

Taste of madness too

I wonder of land. But who visits wonderla...

A cat, a goat, and a girl walk down the hill, their footfalls synced, their breath aligned. Bound by the strength of the night, the strength of the stars, the strength of _dark, _they do not part. _Cannot _part. Down, down, down, until they’ve reached the very foot of the hill, right on the edge of the forest.

“Even the most powerful and precious of bonds has to break, sometime, right?” Fondly...

Poseidon arises from a century’s sleep

God of the Sea, King of the Deep.

He longs for his lover

a small, gentle soul

human and fragile

without eternal woes.

He sings a sweet ballad

a grand, ancient tune:

“Oh, Anna, my dearest,

come to me

and sleep with the moon!”

Below him in Heaven,

she lives her small life

battling daily struggle

he watches her strife.

“Oh, Anna,” he sings,

“how I wish you ...

Vines grow wild here

Twisting into windows

Over the rooftops

And through the dreams of the city dwellers

Who know nothing other than these vines

That suck the air dry of its vitality

And the life from their souls.

For, to them, nothing is out of the ordinary

To gasp for their next breath

To sleep fitful nights

Of stifled nightmares

To live days bound in these organic chains.

For this is the city t...

For this incarnation, he was known as the Warming Sun. They called him that in his clan because he always had a smile on his face and his positivity influenced others. Atop the mountain shrine, the little white house was cozy and he appreciated going there, praying to the deities and being able to eat some good, fresh food. The monks, always robed in orange, knew to expect him on sunny days, when ...