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Prompt #14

Not a traditional prompt style but I was listening to the six album and I couldn't help but think of how cool it would be to have a story focusing on the relationships of a man's jilted lovers / wives. Sometimes there's a narrative where they hate each other —flurries of vitriol and spite included. However, I think it'd be really cute exploring the warm and fuzzy side of it where they form a bond of mutual hatred towards their ex and they kind of just help each other. Almost like two and a half men (from what I've heard of the show as I haven't watched more than 10 or so minutes of it), where they help raise each other's children or give each other life advice.

#six the musical #inspired #platonic #cute #fuzzies #writing prompt #idk its late and i want cute platonic relationships #because ive got no mom #so im gonna fill that void with hypothetical mom groups #fight me #ᕙ (° ~ ° )

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Prompt #13

The stone tablet stood tall. A dark obsidian blend speckled as the material, tracing the lines of the elevated semi circle. Standing five men tall and winding around the lengths of seven miles. Stone stairs in pairs of three let up to the horizontal obelisks.

It was a ceremony, a morbid cacophony of joy and maudlin agency. Daily, the town's speaker would lie through his teeth; voice of honey and vodka as he gestures to the white embedded names. Pomp and circumstance frames the whole as he plucks the golden token from its velvet bed to scratch away at the material. It would serve a momento mori to the recent deceased; seemingly omnipotent in premonitions, the removed would resemble a name—wrore in full.

The speaker smiled, pinched with anticipation and self-importance, scratching off the ambiguous material. His heart caught before smoothing his tie and swiveling to the camera.

Quick as a humming's wings, a force of twenty decended upon the owner of the name. Silver chains clamped to their wrists and ankles; bound then sent to the van from which those persons had came.

Who knows what happens to those of whom are taken into the clutches of the temple of old.

#writing prompt #premonitions #wrighting #obelisk #death #corrupt #forces #speaker #short #ideas #dark

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Prompt #12

There are so many stories with the common motif of good versus evil. I thought it'd be interesting to spin on to that idea. Very common is it for this motif to include the whole spiel about how good cannot exist without evil; I find this to be hypocritical as a lot of the time 'evil' character is beaten.

Instead of this why not have a world truly where the good cannot exist without evil. The main character is the pinnacle of morality and their adversary is the antithesis of everything they stand for. The quest would probably hedge upon obtaining some item that can kill their adversary. Perhaps they journey with a group of people due to the treacherous journey ahead. Due to the agathacological nature of the two, The hero has no intention of fighting their foe. Should the hero be journeying with a group, they would learn of the hero's intentions too late and find them and pailing themself with the weapon because they had decided that they would become a sacrificial lamb so that no more lives had to be lost should they had confronted their foe point blank.

On the flip side of things it could be a lot lighter where the group that the hero is journeying with stops them and they decide to work towards a compromise with the evil. While this seems unlikely, I believe it is possible for good things to affect bad things just as much as bad things affect good things.

#writing prompt #good vs evil #good vs bad #antithesis #agathacological #that is my favorite word #:) #villain #hero #journey #motif #could be #romance #fantasy

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Prompt #11

Reverse Hanahaki Disease: Every time you fall in love with someone the flowers will sprout in their lungs.

There's always those characters whose hearts well up and inundate with warmth just being around the other person. Mere existence of the other party brings the character joy. To the points that they've accepted it; accepted that maybe they won't get to wake up in the arms of the other; to sweet morning kisses and slow dances paired with domestic giggles before the sun has risen. They've accepted it because just being around the other person is enough. Getting to be the person that makes them laugh, that goes to mid-afternoon brunches and surprises them with their favorite drink just to see their face flush red and their cherry lips to part in a soft release of breath— that would be enough.

However, this romance or unrequited one would not follow the story of a painful exchange, with tearful eyes and a breaking heart. Sometimes a dynamic would have that acceptance; they can accept that their feelings might not go farther. But in this kind of relationship what would really scare them would be their loved one hurting because of their feelings.

The flowers may bloom during that mid-afternoon brunch session. Both characters are drinking some nice cold beverage— maybe green tea with ice. It's nearing winter and it shows, no snow is powdering the ground but the wind is chilly enough to dry one's throat. The two characters are sitting and suddenly one starts coughing. It's not the dry cough that accompanies the season— not one that can be shoved off with a few shakes of the shoulders and a pat on the back— it's heavy and coarse, flushing the face and causing the eyes to prick with tears. The tearing soon becomes mutual because of flower sits in their palm.

It can be pretty spicy. You could have the person, should the relationship not be that requited, angry at the other person's feelings and it becomes a heartbreaking scene where they're both yelling their own professions; one terrified to die at another's expense; the other horrified they're losing their best friend and love. It can also be one of those will-they-won't-they situations where the person who's coughing up half their lung doesn't know who likes them so they don't outright profess anything, and the person who likes that person is scared to have their feelings because of rejection.

#hanahaki #romance #unrequited quotes #unrequited love #unrequited romance #drama #writing prompt #writing #pining

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Prompt #10

A silver zipper traced the stomach. Dotted sporadically was a red tint, rust or something of that nature. Always zipped close despite the jagged appearance of the matted cream fur, bulging sharply to create unnatural bloating.

The child that carried the creature of fluffy seemed none the wiser and smiled so wide when asked about it. She could never say what was inside, even upon arriving at the hospital. Every time a doctor would come with innocent questions to busy her mind, they'd pose the question, "What could a child hide in that toy?". Mouth tight as the zipper, she grinned and squeezed the bear. A quiet gushing sound was what they heard and unsettlement kept the question away from the child.

It was not till times later that they smelt the rot. Away the toy went, away for inspection. They had snatched it up while she was in slumber, plucking it from her grasp with a whole-handed grip. The toy was too heavy to be lifted without a heavier clutch.

Leaving the room, they gathered around. With a tug the zipper was done. Just an inch open and the smell spilled into the room. A hard decay, worse than the buried, had assaulted their senses. It teared up their eyes and burned their nose, made their mouths retch. It took the group minutes to brave a final pull of the zipper, but when they did, their dry-heaves broke from the barriers of air that prevented release. Nasuea ripped their throats and some turned to hurl in the nearest trash cans. For inside was two mishaped hearts, wrapped in a tight blanket of clear saran wrap and swimming in a discolored liquid, like two freshly won goldfish from a carnival game.

#writing prompt #writing #bear #horror #suspence #i think #preservation #doctors #hospitals #i thought the idea was cool #I've always thought these teddies were really creepy and I'm projecting #I'm sorry #this turned out to be longer than a prompt #it's kind of like a really short story but...

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Prompt #9 (ish)

I had this weird dream and I decided I would turn it into a prompt. The concept is a little like "your name", sans the body swapping of course. I had thought the idea of having two characters that know basically nothing about each other being forced together to solve some kind of underlying problem seems interesting especially when they have this huge communicational barrier.

The idea goes like this: person A somehow ends up in the middle of nowhere, be it due to intoxication or spouts of dissociative fugue. Person A, having little familiar connections, had used a stolen burner phone to call a random number in hopes that the person could help them out. Person A is very paranoid and, in the dream, had avoided talking to any person they saw as the forest they were in was filled with creatures that could mimic the appearance of organic and inorganic objects. (I'm not really sure how they could mimic the inorganic objects but seeing trees move was kind of creepy because I could hear them uprooting themselves and that sound persisted even when I woke up.)

The story would then continue on where person B is trying to find the location of person A and guide them out of the town all of the whilst trying to solve the mystery of what the creatures are and/or how A ended up there to begin with.

#prompt #writing prompt #story prompt #monsters #horror #if you want #could be #romance #forest #mimics

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What is courage and how do you get it? Cuz the only thing I can find is caffeine and that's not working.

#how #caffine #is this tagging #gosh ive not done this in a while #what #sorry #i have no idea #lost #idk #courage

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Prompt #8

You sit in a white room with many desks. You know you are not the only person, but you can't look around due to an ominous feeling over your shoulder.

A test is infront of you.

A sound to your right signals a door opening. Foot steps patter before ending at a near by desk. A chair scrapes against the floor and the shuffling of papers is heard. You believe it to be a student making the actions. They seem to get up, curiosity catches you and you turn around as the walk out the door.

When you turn your head back the tall, looming proctor status to the side of your desk. Signaling in a silent command to get up. You slowly sit up from your chair, scraping against the tiles as it retreated backwards. You collect your papers and follow it out the same door the other person left through.

#writing prompt #writing #ominous #testing #test #looming #idk #monsters #if you wish

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Prompt #7

In a land where a king and queen have ruled over all, some question from where the queen drives her unearthly power and godlike immortality. Her skin stays it's luscious and full color, her hair stays with it's silky sheen. All the while the people only know this: she is aged- at least two score.

One day, in confines of her residency, shrouded beneath the waning day and the drawn closed curtains, she tells you, in blase manor and apathetic voice, she has gained her power her immortality esque facade by stealing the mortality of the infants she would grow in her womb.

#writing #writing prompt #kingdoms #queens #morbid #infant death #dark #woopsies

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me: you’ve already used this exact turn of phrase two paragraphs ago, that’s too repetitive

me, an intellectual: if I use it three more times it becomes a motif

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Mulling over: Time

No matter what you do or what you speak, most of it always ends up in the past. Every second, every minute that passes is something that is being turned history following this logic it is almost impossible to have something such as the present. For something to be the president, it has to exist in that very second that very moment of reality whoever the moment you think about that very second the moment that your brain waves send the information to do that thing it is already past- is already history.

Just something I've been mulling over for a while.

#time #thoughts #ideas #present #future #history #pasts #idk #kinda just word vomit #writing #concepts

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Prompt # 6

An old book filled to the brim with small symbols and annotations all from an unknown person. Upon receiving the book, you find that the person has left it a code and your sole goal is to unravel the mystery of the owner.

Can be romantic or mystery.

#book #annotations #notes #symbols #romance #mystery #prompt #writing

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Irl HeadCannon

Society has advance, 3000 years into the future and humanity has already conquer- explored many planets. Dining in the stars on the tiny creatures from the planet below, wearing the pelts from a monster that had no teeth to defend itself, drinking wine brewed from nomad whose fingers have grown blistered and callous from work. In essence, humanity will do as it does grown and take their 'god given right' to ever thing they can see.

#space #conquer #idk #creatures #warlord #headcanon #irl

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Prompt #5

What if people inside weren't just red. What if when you cut somebody open it was the emotion they felt right before that happened, maybe most people just feel angry upon their death or maybe their body can turn a sour blue, indigo color and come to some sadness maybe they could be excited and their body will turn to a sick and twisted green showing their complete contempt with everything that happened. Following this system, imagine all the intricate ways science could take over cutting people to see what their insides look like, how much easier it would be for emotional testing like see if one action makes people happier than another. Now imagine a society taking it too far imagine the horror that would be.

#kind of morbid #morbid #blood #dead #death #i swear i am not crazy

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Prompt #4

Human perception is limited at best as eyes can do good to diseave. The more eyes you have the more you have hidden from you. This is why pirates captains wore eyepatches, so they could see the monsters of the deep.

#wrighting #writing prompt #perception #eyes #pirates

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So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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Writing Tip

because I see this everywhere and most people don’t know about it. The hyphen(-), the en-dash(–) and the em-dash(—) are three completely different things with completely different uses. If you write fanfiction, it’s likely that your readers won’t care, but if you want to submit a manuscript for publishing, you need to know the difference. 

The hyphen (-) is the basic symbol you find on your keyboard, and it’s meant to only be used for hyphenated words (well-being, two-thirds). 

The en-dash (–) is a slightly longer dash. It’s usually the width of an uppercase N, hence the name. You can find it by looking through the ‘insert symbol’ option in MS word or many word processors, and it is meant to be used to show a particular distance, or for intervals (May–August, 1900–1916, pages 12–22)

The em-dash (—) is what people most commonly use, but they refer to it as a hyphen. It’s the longest dash, about the size of an uppercase letter M, and you can either find it through the list of symbols in your word processor, or some word processors actually automatically transform two hyphens (–) into an em-dash  (—). It is meant to be used as a break in the sentence, in a place where a comma, semicolon or colon would normally be used or as a break in dialogue. (Her niece—the daughter of her oldest sister—is the one over there.) 

*All three types of dashes are normally meant to be used without any spaces on either side of the dash.