uhhhh yeah

yes. (sideboog forv

[greelin]

this is going to have me on my hands and knees dry heaving

[greelin]

what the FUCK man.

[quasi-normalcy]

You know how some people talk about timeless themes in literature and you kind of low-key think they're full of shit? Sometimes they're not.

[drdaanvondutch]

when you die, you walk into the cold unknown hand in hand with a girl you met once when you were five in a hotel pool and her hand is warm.

[icantwritegood]

love is stored in the child you crossed paths with in a space midway to somewhere else and never saw again

[midnightcrisisstuff]

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

[therivenlady]

"that's oddly specific!" i live in a world of such detail it would melt your mind

[writing-prompt-s]

Every midnight the world freezes for an hour, all motion and energy stops, and supernatural monsters crawl out to feast on the minds of any humans they find still unfrozen. A group of people band together to fight off the monsters and find the source of the frozen hour, to stop it for good.

[theorangepdf]

each summer has a different taste 

[theorangepdf]

im so thankful anne carson wrote “i can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape.” today a year ago, today 5 years ago, i can feel that day but i can also taste it and smell it and roll it in my hands , its contortions and distinct shape. 

[random-questions-fairy]

Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!

[theredscreech]

Heads up that this is a very extensive questionnaire and might be daunting to a lot of writers (myself included). That being said, it is also an amazing questionnaire and I will definitely be using it (or at the very least, some of it).

[heroineimages]

Bookmarking this…

[lesly-oh]

HUNTR/X 💥

[writing-prompt-s]

They say that those born under the light of the full moon are blessed with prophetic powers, while those born under the first rays of dawn sunlight are said to be destined to be great warriors. However, in your case, you were born at the time of a powerful eclipse…

[writing-prompt-s]

a superhero after beating a group of street thugs found a baby they had kidnapped but couldn't find their parents so decided to raise them by themselves but soon the world's greatest villain showed up at their apartment door looking for their child.

[tabloidsores]

I bet it feels good as fuuuuck to slightly draw your sword with all the other knights in anger when a treacherous knave shows their face in the court

[draconym]

Driving home I saw a male cardinal standing in the middle of the street. Every time a car approached, he fluttered out of the way and immediately returned as it passed. I pulled over and moved his mate's limp, warm body to the base of a tree so he wouldn't get run over while grieving her.

When she gets to bird heaven, I hope she says hello to my friends there.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

"found family" no these are simply my fellow hostages

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

we woke up chained to the same radiator. it's been 18 months we have yet to established a rapport

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

WAIT. this is just siblings?

[squaresaw]

So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess

[death-born-aphrodite]

ghosts are real and they’re everywhere. in old photographs tucked safely in a box under your bed. in the walls of your childhood home waiting for you to come back. they live in old text messages and emails. forever frozen in time. they haunt your old best friends neighborhood. flickering in the street lamps. occasionally, on very rare summer afternoons; when the sun shines through the kitchen window in a certain way and all of the sudden you get this feeling in your stomach of melancholia; that is a haunting. a possession. those are ghosts trying to find comfort in the present because the past they once lived in no longer exists.

[nigelgraz]

I am happy because everyone loves me

[writing-prompt-s]

After the long war, you return home, as a famed battlemage, hoping for peace and time to heal your bruised soul. But quiet life escapes you: children beg for stories, villagers need magic, and monsters keep intruding. Yet somehow, this chaotic little town is exactly what heals you.