Fantasy Writing Prompts

_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 ...

“This is everything my alchemy research has surmounted to, I can’t pass up this opportunity,” Piroue whispered passionately to her only friend, Clada, as they trekked the snowy trail.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Clada quietly spoke in frustration. “You can’t just ditch the group to go look for some rock you aren’t even sure is there!”

The two of them always walked in the back of the line duri...

The messenger owl arrived before dawn, his white plumage a frightful warning against the vast darkness of the desert sky.

— The Temple has taken the Keep. Serscei and I escaped, but Daedren and Ralyei are being held captive. The Viper is on your trail. —

The message was short, and unsigned — but Aella would recognize that bold and decisive handwriting anywhere. Cairen.

Her brother and his partne...

As I staggered through the rusted gate, the air was like a blade, slicing through the remnants of my composure. The path, a tortuous route through an overgrown nightmare, seemed to feed on my despair, each thorn a sharp reminder of my jagged thoughts.

The garden, once a haven, now mirrored the desolation in my soul, a place where hope had withered into sorrow. My heart pounded, not in rhythm, but...