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Dialogues, one liners, scenarios and random prompts to help you get rid of that annoying writer's block! Requests and suggestions are always welcome. If my prompts inspire you to write something, feel free to use the tag #writersblockhelper, I'd love to read it!!

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One Line Prompt #64

“Hold that thought. I bet you don’t he may of those.”

[thebookquotes]

For you to see beauty here does not mean there is beauty in me, it means there is beauty rooted so deep within you, you can't help but see it everywhere.

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

[witterprompts]

“It doesn’t matter that the mass of darkness in the corner of the room is scary- they still deserve a friend.”

“My entire day has been nothing but bad luck. I’m not sure I want to risk ghost hunting in the woods tonight.”

“The only reason I let you talk me into shenanigans is that I can’t let you be alone when you do them. Someone has to watch your back.”

“I’m not mad at you, but I’m definitely not happy with what has happened here.”

“I would not be surprised if you told me that you’re a vampire. See, I already have all these theories-”

“This is why I don’t invite my friends to events that demand good behavior. They’re simply incapable of it.”

[stay-close]

Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.

— Haruki Murakami

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Dialogue Prompt #120

"Don't get too attached to me, okay?"

Their tone was teasing, but the protagonist wasn't in the mood for joking.

"Why does the idea of someone loving you seem so terrible to you?"

[yourstrugglingwriter]

Rows of roses formed a maze before them. It was Mother’s favourite flower, and Father had gifted her with a garden filled with their spiralling petals. Their beauty overshined the stars above despite the blanket of midnight darkness.

He heard Kaltain sigh, a soft breath escaping her thin lips. He couldn’t help but stare at the strange girl. His eyes leafed over her sunburnt skin that peeled in random spots and her pale complexion that looked almost sickly. Dark locks of matted hair hung from her scalp, tumbling into harsh waves that barely past her shoulders. She was so thin, like a dead weed ready to be swept away by a passing wind. 

Lucien felt his heart twist with guilt. Growing up, the thought of his next meal had never sparked concern. Three meals a day, sometimes more. And all this time, Fort Banks suffered through years of minimal crops and a multitude of diseases. 

He could only thank his Father for the safety of his lifestyle. As son of the Governor, his hands would always remain soft. His stomach would never endure the pain of emptiness. His skin would never fry under the sun’s merciless rays. His head would never lie on anything less than plush pillows and coloured silks. 

“Race you to the middle,” said Kaltain, her bony elbow ramming sharply into his side. He nearly doubled over in pain. She was strong for a twelve year old girl. 

She ran off without hesitation, squealing in excitement as she entered the maze. Sobering from his shock, Lucien jumped into action. He chased the trail of her dress, patches of various fabrics poorly sewed together flowing in the soft breeze. 

“You cheated!” He cried, his voice cracking thanks to puberty’s slow work. Lucien was no match against the young girl’s speed, his own endurance having never been under such strain. But despite his loss, he couldn’t help but giggle. 

For once he had a friend. Sure, she was one of the servant’s daughters, but it no longer fazed him. This morning, she had walked straight up to him and said he looked fat. They had never spoken before. It had stricken the thirteen year old boy, not only because it was insulting but also because he had never spoken to a girl his age. 

She had mentioned she was going on an adventure, and needed a sidekick. The only criteria was to be able to run. Lucien’s pride had been too strong to admit he wasn’t much a runner, forcing him to go along and prove his worth. The adventure had brought them all around the estate, from the cold pond in the forest to the attic inside the house, and finally to the rose garden. 

After many twists and turns and the occasional retracing of footsteps, the two found the centre of the maze. There was only a small open space covered with perfectly cut green grass. The moon watched overhead, bathing the garden in a silver glow. Fireflies danced around them, following the rhythm of their own melody. 

Without a word, Kaltain sprawled herself onto the lush grass like a lazy cat. Her bland grey eyes stared up at the vast sky, freckled with stars. Moonlight shone across her damaged skin, putting it under a spotlight. She didn’t flinch or turn away, didn’t ask for shadows to cloak her flaws. Her pointed chin remained focused ahead. 

Beautiful, Lucien muttered to himself. He laid beside her tiny frame, shoulders only a sliver apart. His heart, innocent as it was, beat uncontrollably. His palms were moist as butterflies erupted in the pit of his stomach. 

“I love you,” he said. He’d heard Father and Mother say those three words to each other many times. They would always follow with blushing smiles and gentle chuckles. They were happy together, as he was happy with Kaltain. So of course, it could only mean love. 

“Don’t say that,” said the young girl, her voice suddenly sharp. All traces of carefree happiness vanished. 

Weird, he thought, Mother doesn’t usually say that to Father. 

Lucien turned to face Kaltain, but stilled at the sight of a fat tear rolling down her cheek. As if realizing he was staring at her, she quickly wiped it away and craned her neck to face him. They were only inches apart, gazing at each other. If I only move a bit, our lips will touch. 

She let out a shaky sigh, softening the creases in her brow. “Don’t get too attached to me, okay?” Her tone was teasing, slicing the heaviness that spiralled between them. 

Lucien frowned, not in the mood for joking. His heart felt heavy, his pride stricken for the second time today. “Why does the idea of someone loving you seem so terrible?”

The young girl shifted her gaze back towards the moon, her eyes growing moist. Although Lucien couldn’t read her mind, he had an odd feeling the girl was plagued with memories better locked away.

Although the girl was lost in her own nightmares, the boy’s eyes never left her blotchy face. Only one word echoed in his mind, directly from his youthful heart. 

Beautiful.

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One Line Prompt #63

"Look at me through all of my sins and let's see if you're still capable of saying that you love me."

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Dialogue Prompt #120

"Don't get too attached to me, okay?"

Their tone was teasing, but the protagonist wasn't in the mood for joking.

"Why does the idea of someone loving you seem so terrible to you?"

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One Line Prompt #62

"It's not that I don't want to save the city, really, but I have a math's test tomorrow and it's already past my bedtime so maybe we should leave it for another time."

[oopsprompts]

“You remind me of myself.”

“And that’s bad?”

“Have you met me? Of course it is!”

[witterprompts]

“A forest full of magic and all you can focus on is the fact that my robes sparkle.”

“Some of us will have to stay and create a distraction. It’s a perfect chance to test your speech skills.”

“I keep telling myself that I’ll stop listening to you, but here I am, doing exactly that.”

“They’re just standing there. Who is that? Rather, what is that?”

“I’m hoping that you consider me a close friend, much like I think of you as one, too.”

“Every time you say ‘it’s alright’, it’s never alright, I hope you know.”

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To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one's been crueller than I've been to me.

— Alanis Morissette, "Sorry to Myself", Under Rug Swept

[thehopefulquotes]

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

— Haruki Murakami

[witterprompts]

“When I told everyone to not bring attention to us, I was expecting that no one would wear a glowing neon green alien sweatshirt.”

“I talk like a gremlin in hopes that people won’t actually want to have a conversation with me, but so far, the results have been mixed.”

“You are the most innocent criminal I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.”

“Pretending not to be in the room until people actually forget I’m here is just my entire existence at this point.”

“Are you really going to dance every time you manage to beat me in something?”

“Picking fights with people again? As expected of you.”

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One Line Prompt #61

"Listen to me very carefully, okay? Read my lips if you need to: Fuck. Off."

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Dialogue Prompt #119

"How long has it been since you last got some sleep?"

The protagonist rubbed their bloodshot eyes and looked around with a blank expression on their face.

"I'm not sure, somewhere between two days and three months."

[witterprompts]

“I’m all out of good ideas. This is all I have left. Take it or leave it.”

“You’re slowly absorbing some of my traits. Soon, I’ll have a mini-me following me.”

“They’re not taking any chances messing with me because I’m just that scary. And annoying.”

“Stop dressing up like me, you’re confusing everyone.”

“I’m so glad we got over this weird grudge you had for me.”

“It’s a wonder that I can’t get any of you to pay attention to this mission.”

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One Line Prompt #60

"I saw you there and I realized that I just couldn't loose you. And then, that you weren't even mine to loose."

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The young girl in front of him, looked up with pleading eyes. Still silent.

“I understand you must be confused, what with you been down here and me killing fifteen men coming to get you - or as they called it ‘free’ you,” He waves his hand around, mockingly, “You see, I have grown quite attached to you, odd as it may seem. Kind of like reverse stockholm syndrome...you’d find that funny in any other circumstance. But as I have - and I must say I have thoroughly - researched the ideas of romance and such, it seems as though, movies and literature tell me to let you go.”

The girl looks up, almost in tears. In her heart she was praying, although her hands were tied behind her back.

“In all fairness to me, I think I have taken quite good care of you. A friend of mine, used to beat his people. You must understand, this was a job. I am actually meant to...well.” He pulls out a bit of paper from his pocket. “I am meant to stab you 57 times, then run you over with a minivan then throw you in a lake, boy you upset someone big time.”

The girl began screaming although it was muffled. She rattled the chains she tied in and squirmed until she fell onto her side. The man came and sat by her, sitting her up right. She tried to shuffle away from him.

“Look I get it, you’re justifiably terrified of me. So here’s the deal. I don’t wanna get killed and if I do this I most definitely will be killed but as I said, I have grown feelings for you and I don’t wanna lose you. So we’re gonna runaway, together. Not romantically although...that is an option but to keep safe. If you do not want to come with me, you will most certainly die and take me down with you. The choice,” He stands up, “Is yours.”