Creative Writing Prompts

Jordan had always hated the flickering streetlight outside their house. It buzzed like a dying insect, and its erratic blinking cast unsettling shadows in their living room. Night after night, the light would stutter, as though it were gasping for attention, and night after night, Jordan cursed it under their breath.

One particularly sleepless evening, armed with a mug of cooling coffee and too m...

_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...

Nothing gold can stay, in the golden night

The moon shines with beauty that not even the best poet could capture. It’s white light shines with a luminous glow as it glistens in the sapphire sky making everything around it seem so pure.

The stars twinkling beams shine along with the moon capturing the beauty of the trees in the forest while giving every thing a beautiful golden light.

The tree...

He puts a towel over my head. It’s dry and coarse. It smells, but I can’t pinpoint what it smells like…and maybe that’s for the best.

I can’t see him, but Glasses starts screaming at me. I can feel his spittle across my neck. It’s warm in the cold, and in a strange way welcome.

Someone wheels me toward the faucet. My first guess is Glasses, but the arms are wheeling me from the left. Glasses i...

It’s quiet at this time of day

Silence greets me

And it brings warmth along with it

It smells of pastry and black coffee

It’s stirring of memories

But I have to finish writing

I have to finish this article

I need my job or else I can’t afford to have this coffee

Black.

Reminds me of the worry creeping in.

Steeping in,

like the tea in that pot....

Growing up was constantly

Swimming

With no gills

In a pool of ice water

Always moving

Pursuing

The label of

Your perfect daughter

You love me, you applaud me

You know that I’m smart

But what happens when

Miss perfect

Stops playing her part?

Will you still adore me

If about me

You can no longer brag?

If I start speaking my mind?

Waving a more colorful flag?

If I center my values

Instead of padding ...

Waiting is not a cause of death. You never see it written on a birth certificate. Cause of death: waiting. It almost sounds funny but I feel like waiting will be the cause of mine. What am I waiting for? For my dog to die.

I lost my home. It was messy it was rough but I kept my dog. I almost wish I hadn’t. I can’t provide for Bitter. When I had house and a job and friends and a functioning life ...

Red shoes on the pavement

Step step step

Red converse on the sidewalk

And I rep rep rep

There goes my shoes on the cold hard ground

There goes my shoes

No one’s around

I am known for my shoes

Dirty red and beaten

I wonder how much longer this will keep repeating

I can’t silence my head so I walk walk walk

And stop stop stop

When I can’t think anymore

Unwired,

Too tired

To think, anymore...

We shadows are fickle creatures.

With wavering and shifting features.

Staying static.

It’s causes a panic.

We don’t like staying put,

Yet in the darkness we stood.

Banished to the inky black.

Always pushed back.

Forgotten.

Fallen.

No more.

We swore.

We cut ourselves free.

We flee....

The light was dimming, slowly, and then all of a sudden, as it’s always the case for people who are too fond of daylight. Tonight, though, there was a small consolation in place, a vestige of the day just gone, a reminder that light and darkness are really as indistricable as truths are from lies. As she glanced at the rain-soaked tarmac, she could sense it come alive with colours, like neon signs...

He used to chase us around the schoolyard, stomping like a giant and hollering like a madman.

He’d pretend he couldn't catch us, despite having double our speed and being triple our size.

Benny used to say he was the only cool dad in Beverly Elementary. I wore that praise around like a badge of honor.

A badge that weighed me down, and singed an aching hole into my chest. Because if that were ...

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...