#narrative prompt

[olis-inkwell-symposium]

Today’s Writing Challenge:

Write a story using only letters between two characters. What secrets will they reveal? Submit your entries by the end of the day!

[welcometothewoes]

You are not dead... You will live forever through raindrops, through cigarette smoke, through your gentle voice, through your absence, through everything...

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 110

The clock on the wall ticked with a steady rhythm, filling the room with a sense of impending doom. Blood trickled down, staining the lips of the figure sitting bound in chains. Despite the evident pain and damage inflicted, there was a defiant glint in their eye, a spark of resilience that refused to be extinguished.

"You've fallen, just like they all do," sneered the captor from the shadows, their voice dripping with malice.

The figure chuckled softly, a dry, raspy sound that echoed in the dimly lit room. "Fallen? Perhaps. But a hero? That's a title I've never claimed."

The captor's laughter cut through the air like a knife, their amusement evident. "You may deny it, but your actions speak louder than words. Heroes always end up on their knees before me."

With a sudden crack, the chains binding the figure shattered into pieces, falling to the ground with a clang. The captor's eyes widened in disbelief as they watched the figure rise, their gaze burning with an intensity that sent shivers down their spine.

"A hero may fall," the figure growled, their voice low and menacing. "But they always rise again, stronger than before. And this time, I won't be the one forgotten."

A flash of crimson filled the captor's vision, a searing pain spreading through their body like wildfire. They stumbled back, clutching at their chest as if trying to quell the inferno burning within.

"Never again," the figure declared, their voice a haunting echo in the darkness. "Never again will I be at your mercy."

[develop-your-villain]

Trying a new thing here:

Write or conceptualise a scene in which your OC crosses a line they never expected to cross.

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 14

In the dimly lit room, shadows danced across the walls as the enigmatic figure leaned back in a plush chair, a sinister smirk playing on their lips. The air was thick with tension, a palpable mix of defiance and allure.

"Tragic?!?" they scoffed, the words dripping with amusement. "Oh honey, there's nothing tragic about me! I choose to be this way - You see, it's much more fun. And besides, 'villain' is just your interpretation, love."

The room echoed with their confident laughter, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to listen. The figure's eyes, pools of darkness, gleamed with a twisted joy, revealing a mind that reveled in chaos.

[welcometothewoes]

Prompt

A and B both have had someone else close to them get sick/end up in an accident.

A’s friend/family member/mentor fought long and hard and survived; while B’s loved one died in a very short time.

Thus both of end up stuck with dichotomous beliefs, with A having the firm belief that “Human bodies are incredibly resilient and they can do so much, and it’s amazing how much they work to keep us alive!!!” versus B’s “Human bodies are so fragile and vulnerable, and it’s so scary to think that just being in the wrong place at the wrong time can cost you your life within seconds.”

Now make A and B meet.

Bonus 1: A taking care of someone with a fever would have the mindset of “I just wanna make sure you’re comfy and not in pain until you inevitably get healthy again ^_^” while B would be like “You’re NOT leaving your bed until I’ve made sure you don’t DIE.”

Bonus 2: Do A and B know each other? Are they close? Good. Kill off A 😊

[spiritededventurer]

Imagine you are Goldbuttons.  How are you feeling?  What are you afraid of?  What do you see, hear, think, as Isabel opens the door and you run upstairs?  What do you say to Lockton?

Imagine you are Becky.  How are you feeling?  What are you afraid of (if anything)?  What do you see, hear, think, after you hear a knock on the door?  What does Lockton say to you?  How do you respond? 

[writefmtheheart]

Writing Prompt

You’ve always had this buzzing noise in your chest that gets louder as you get closer to danger. One day, a new student walks into class, and the buzz becomes so loud you can barely hear yourself think...