Random Writings

This is mt secondry account, where I post my writings, charcter ideas and prompts. All my prompts/character ideas are free to use, however some of my writings/snippets are not! They will be marked whether they are free to use. My inbox is also open to any requests or ideas. Thanks, and have fun!

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Character Idea #3

The grass bows and wilts at his unspoken command, the flutter of a touch sends a willow crashing, groaning painfully, as it’s roots uplift vivid flowers. The vivid sun cannot reach his shadow, the moon cannot hide it. Twisting in turning with his movements like his heart, vines snagged  and painful as they tug relentlessly without purpose. A wildcard, a cheated hand, a joker amidst kings and queens. His kingdom flourishes as the enemy dies, sunken and hollow in ashy dead ground. If I am my own enemy I die, but I am already dead.

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Writing Snippet #10

The crows sing a captivating tune.The billows of fog cut through in it’s rocketing power, a melody so obscene for a lullaby and nonviable to replicate. The glamour of feathers a glossy sheen, too slick and beguiling for the ghastly eyes. The hollows that hold the polished beads are shallow as the grooves in the great winding trunks, carving intricate patterns for a sharp eye to marvel. But be careful of how the song leads your way in the maze of leaves , for whilst young and jubilant in starting, it’s age will catch up and sing of warning. Warning of what none have told the tale, their bones broken and marrow devoured, what’s left carving the patterns and rituals of the murders.

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Writing Snippet #9

“SURRENDER! YOU HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED! ”

A speaker blared across the dewy morning field, reaching the rebels huddled behind the barrier that protected them from their failed rescue mission on the government prison. The most idiodic one stood up.

“SURRENDER THE STICK UP YOUR ASSES”

A hail of bullets stuck the barrier as the man took cover. “Sir-” A reasonable rebel recruit. The bullets stopped and he stood up again.

“SUCK MY DICK! ”

A grenade blasted sa few feet to the left as a new hail hit.

“Sir what are you doing? ”

“Distractions cadet. We got aerial reinforcements on the way and I don’t want them to know. So I’m pissin em off to see red.”

“Oh.” With that, another round of insults to the soldiers mothers and sisters rang out, followed by very aggressive yelling and shooting. It was a shock no one had died yet on either side. Especially with the horrible aimed pulse grenade thrown straight up.

And behind a computer screen in headquarters, the techs sighed and the drill instructors banged heads.

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Writing Snippet #8

My pa always told me hate was a strong word that gets thrown around far too much these days. 

“I hate this new girl”

“It’s ridiculous! I hate how they’ve changed their menu!”

Etc, etc. 

My pa always told me hate should only be used when those feelings of darkness root themselves so deep and painfully around your heart. I suppose that I didn’t take that advice much, for a couple of reasons. 

Reasons aren’t what’s going through my mind right now.

When people do hate, people take, people destroy. It’s a betrayal of trust or a betrayal of thought. When you expect someone to do that, you can hardly hate them. It’s expected.  

I expected for them to take, to destroy.

But they gave, gave and gave, built and built and BUILT.

HOW DO YOU DO IT?! HOW IS EVERY MOVEMENT, EVERY EMOTION SO WARMING AND SO FULL OF LIFE AND LOVE?!

How can I hate you when you’re everything that I can’t be?

Why do I hate you when you’re nothing I am?

You have so many answers. So please, please tell me why, why these shards of light hurt as much as the thorns of dark ingrained in my pathetic heart and  monstrous soul.

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Writing Snippet #6

As the villain continued what was probably a horribly boring cliche ‘I’ll take over the universe’ type of monologue, the assassin let out a drawn out yawn. The villain didn’t pause, but narrowed their eyes slightly at the member of the band of heroes. Well, a couple of them were heroes. They were just in for the reward. Wonder what oh so glorious things led to this place... Their eyes swiveled around the room, taking in the crumbling castle with too many spiders for even one of those insect people. Emotologist or Enotologis? Probably neither. As they rocked on their heels, their rival from across the room; Not really a room when there’s only two crumbling walls but whatever; gave them an arched eyebrow at the casualness of the gesture.  They internally sighed and fixed their own half lidded eyes on the villain. Like does this dude ever shut up? Might as well make this interesting. Better to die of magic or a sword than boredom. 

“Yo can we just kill this guy already?”

As their companions turned and gave them what they referred to as the ‘owl-parent look’, the villain’s hard set eyes narrowed. 

It didn’t take long to realize that this would probably be one of the worst mistakes of their life.

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Writing Snippet # 5

"You must understand why out of everyone in this room, I am the only one who will truly help you ” The person’s mask was that of a wolf, it’s ebony surface seemingly smooth, but textured with light featured for the fur, gold lining the cheeks and curling towards the pointed nose. Their own mask was that of a white rabbit, possibly to mock them with their situation.

“Why, wolf, would you say that? For the fox has already helped with my mental predicaments, and the stag is a woman of charity”. As they spoke they inclined their head towards their fellow masqueraders casually, though their heart raced at those odd aqua orbs currently transfixed on them. The wolf’s smile didn’t reach those dazzling orbs, and was plenty was more predatory than the fox’s, who spoke with a disarming smile that reached their hairline and ungloved hands. In contrast the wolf’s black gloved one’s took theirs, and spoke with the same rugged accent as their mismatched suit.

“Why, dear rabbit, I would say that because out of everyone in this room, I’m the only one who knows what you seek.” 

A chuckle, a swirl of red wine in all too fragile glasses.

“Well, the only one who knows what you seek and is honest about it”

A sidelong look and a step forward on too polished floors.

“I may be a monster, but at least I’m honest about my misdeeds.”

A pointed look too full of those beautiful aqua orbs that pinned them so their spot under the growing ebony shadow surrounding their dull ones. What wouldn’t be dull under those eyes?  They were brought back to reality as the voice spoke with a new danger every prey recognized.

“I know many who are not so honest, dear rabbit. I know one who stands in front of me right now”

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Character Idea #2

-A time traveler who killed people such as Hitler and the 9/11 bombers when they were kids/better people, and was labeled a monster

Does he/she continue to do these deeds? Does the government catch on? At some point do they decide it isn’t worth it and stop? Or do they do something else with their powers? 

The possibilities are always endless!!

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Prompt #3

“Say-,” 

They cocked their gun and pointed it at the protagonist with a devil’s grin.

“Have you ever heard of the ‘Golden Rule?’”

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Prompt #2

“So, I guess- I guess this is it, huh?”

“Oh hell no you owe me 5 bucks you are not dying on me yet”

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An Honorable Death (Writing Snippet #3)

The rain fell like hail and the blood like rain. A cry sounded somewhere among the dark streets, echoing in the even darker sky. The villain stood without a smile, light up in the darkness for a brief second with a sizzling crack of lightning. Yards back the hero stuck out a hand to steady themselves on a large piece of broken concrete, the palm of their hands splayed upwards as if calling to the lives obliterated in the villains surge of power. “Your a monster”. The hero spat out the words in a mix of hate and regret. Hate for what the villain caused, and regret for not being able to stop it in time. Even in the darkness, They could see the villain slightly flinch at the term. They might've even taken pride in their reaction if not for the next words that next played out of the villains mouth. “No.” There was a pause in which their voice stopped and lightning once again illuminated the wreckage of their battleground, thunder drowning out any background noise in this deadly dispute. “Just a failed hero”. With that line said, the villain surged towards him, and they locked in combat for a few precious seconds. As soon as they jumped back to their positions, the hero took in the brief seconds that the villain used to catch a breath to spit out another taunt, maybe in hopes of drawing them out. “Like someone like you could ever be a hero”. The villain, probably expecting some inspiring speech, tilted their head and spoke up after it did not come. “Being a hero was a sacrifice I could not take. I know it is a matter of my cowardice and inability.” They paused to tilt their head back, soaking up the pelting rain on their shadowed mask, the materials glinting still in the absence of the sun. As they spoke again, their head slowly tilted back down. “But I do not know which of these qualities made me a villain” It was almost a whisper, yet the shaking of their voice was audible, and surviving bystanders watched with unbridled fear and curiosity. “So I ask you, as a hero, to fight me with honor, with a head held high and dignity upon their shoulders!” Their voice no longer shook, their voice rising until it reached a scream. As the sky cracked wickedly in response, the hero looked at them with shock, before pulling their lips back into a snarl, starting their sentence like the one before. “Like someone like you has ever had honor”. They scoffed slightly, though their uncertainty was evident in the way their eyes flickered around the villain. The villain, in response, stared. Stared for a second too long in the howling rain before a cruel smile swept across their face, a deep contrast to the gentle and pitiful eyes. The hero was still off balance front this odd interaction between one they thought was emotionless. In a flourish of a cloak, the villain had appeared in front of the hero and slit their throat in one fell swoop. As their body crumpled to the debris’ like so many civilians, lightning shone upon their sloped shoulders and wicked expression. Their eyes shone hollow and cruel, a deep contrast to the gentle and pitiful smile. 

“Who said anything about me?”

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Character Idea #1

The man sat in the same seat everyday. The blur of the subway’s dark halls faded in comparison to his black locks that fell just short of the yellow tie he wore today. It was a different color each time. The suit stayed black, the top hat tilted a few degrees left each time, the gold eyes stayed focused on the white walls. The pristine dress shoes and calloused hands never so much as twitched. But the most interesting part was the crow on his shoulder.

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A Horrid Creature (Writing Snippet #2)

 The horrid creature stepped into their line of sight, it’s black feathers shaking as a guttural grunt escaped it’s down turned beak. The blue of it’s head contrasted the red dangling from it’s throat, the long eyelashes overlooking amber eyes, visible on the sides of the horn-like sitting on it’s head. The wings that carefully brushed it’s sides rose with it’s angry breathing. Sure, a gun could kill it. Sure, they were slightly rare. But as it rose one of it’s two horrid feet up, the glint of it’s claws was a truly horrifying sight to one who’d tussled with this deadly creature before. One slice. One kick. One swift movement could sever an artery, rip open his face. This thing? The object of nightmares?

A cassowary.

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Ruin (Writing Snippet #1)

“There’s a very fine line between reckless and brave captain-”

His head shifted ever so slightly that it was only perceivable to them, the one standing a few inches away from the scowl that seemed permanently placed on their rivals face.  Sweat beaded upon their forehead like the dew on the grass they stood on. The scowl came nearer until the heat of their bodies was distinguishable from the blazing sun’s heat.

“- And you’re teetering a little too much on that delicate line for my tastes”

The lips whispered, the eyes burning a hole in the pit of their stomach, despite maintaining unblinking eye-contact. But to hell if they were going to let that intimidate them. They gulped, and spat out the next words with dripping sarcasm and hate.

“Well if we’re getting honest here, I don’t really give a damn about your tastes good sir. I’ll teeter wherever I damn please, so kindly take a step back so I can smell freely again.”

As their rival stepped back, in a phase of astonished blinking, their own eyes lit up with glee, not letting their face betray their true cause for glee.

They knew they were being reckless. That they knew what they were about to do might ruin them. Ruin everyone. But for some reason, for once in their pitiful existence, they didn’t care. 

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Prompt #1

“I’m pretty sure this is illegal” “Well darlin’, it wouldn’t be fun otherwise”