Romance Writing Prompts

Two languages colliding:

your body’s rough syntax, my heart’s messy grammar.

Both saying: stay. Stay for what comes next.

Stay for the way light bends through my blinds at dusk,

for the heat caught between our skin and my sheets,

for the dull ache that lingers a bit longer than it should,

the kind you stop noticing until it starts to hurt again.

We write stories for each other in fingerprints an...

The prince searched far and wide for his princess, but there were no clues, no trace of her.

“It’s like she disappeared with some sort of magic,” the King said as the detectives came back to the castle. They all gathered in a large, grand chamber, sharing theories and evidence. The prince never thought anything much about that room, but suddenly it just seemed empty and cold now that the warm pre...

White angels playing in your hair.

I crushed your big heart made of snow.

Hopes blooming like an early spring.

Sweet taste of raindrops on your lips.

We lay beneath a sky of cherry trees.

A teddy bear, white roses and your playful smile.

You paint the night sky on my sunkissed skin.

Dance me to the edge of heaven, my love.

Of falling leaves you made a promise ring.

You see that little spa...

When we met, all I saw was grey. Not the peaceful cool grey tones of the rainy PNW sky but rather the lifeless grey that felt like grief and loss personified. He made me so angry and was the literal grey cloud that followed me around everywhere and brought my spirits down making me more angry than I had ever been in my life. Before I met Callahan, I firmly believed that I didn't have an angry bone...

Tonight, the song of stars, sweet harmony,

It calls your heart away.

Please, stay.

In times when you forget our history,

Eager to find your way,

Please, stay.

Even when all I give is agony,

Another broken day,

Please, stay.

I don’t know who I am and what I’ll be

Tonight, don’t let yourself near moon

To float away,

Or you will miss the flowers, they will bloom,

Under your feet, someday…

No matte...

Nancy slams the apartment’s door as she enters. A far cry from her usually peppy persona.

“I think Fran wants to break up.”

I look up from my spot on the couch.

“Did she say that?”

“Through…implications.”

I roll my eyes, returning to the commercial break.

Nancy pauses the TV, causing me to groan.

“I’m not your personal love guru.”

“I’ll give you five bucks if you just shush and listen.”

...

(Thanks for suggesting this Just Another Teenage Girl! This is draft #43)

Love is a _strange _word.

It means something different

Every time you say it

A truth, a lie

A way to say goodbye.

Love is a _terrifying _word.

You can’t say it without commitment

Without a promise

That you’ll stay

Night and day

Love is a _funny _word.

You don’t know what it means

Until you have truly lost it

Remembering, ...

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...

The pitter patter of my heart grows louder as I stare into her eyes. My mask slowly starting to peel from my face as I dangle over the edge of the bridge just barely holding onto her, my love. The rain pours down heavily, the drops of water streaming over us. My eyes flick down towards our hands where my grip is strong, but slipping.

Her fearful eyes look into mine as she holds on for dear life. ...

I forgot to pick up milk,

Maybe I left the door unlocked.

Forgot to have your oil change done,

And get your Michelin’s swapped;

Forgot to take the garbage out

And turn the Netflix off.

Forgot your needs from me have changed

Since the days that blue jeans were enough

But I remembered you in Edmonton

Winnipeg, Sault St. Marie

Remembered you down the I-95,

To highway 1, through The Keys....

She understood it. The deep rooted mistrust he had for her. She didn’t even blame him for admitting it out loud and to her face. But something still pricked her heart as the words projected from his mouth.

Lila took a sharp breath, her deep brown eyes staring at him consciously, ready to flick away if he turned to face her. She knew he wouldn’t though. Caleb hadn’t looked at her in the face for a...

Please, let me go

In this early morning haze,

Amongst the sweet dew drops,

In this serene springtime phase.

Let me run from your grip,

And trip over my own feet,

If they represented our love,

They’d highlight my defeat....