/r/writingprompt
The premise is simple: users submit prompts, and fellow members of the community respond with their own original stories. Whether it's a single sentence that sparks a thousand ideas or a detailed scenario ripe for exploration, the prompts here serve as launchpads for literary adventures. And the best part? There are no limits to where your imagination can take you.
Adopted by @Nico-Wonderdust on 26/01/24
A daily idea to get you writing. Feel free to share what you write. Make it as short or as long as you want. Write poetry, prose, fiction, whatever strikes your fancy. Feel free to post your own ideas for prompts, just know that I reserve the right to delete any prompt for any reason at any time (though I anticipate this happening extremely rarely).
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You are approached by an elderly-looking man dressed in magical-looking apparel, he touches your head and you are surrounded by blue light as he mumbles "Arakam, melakazam, zafrume!".
He then walks away, you feel no different but you must know what happened. You go to your local mage and they don't know what he did to you, they tell you it isn't really their field to determine curses and the like so they refer you to another wizard they know.
Thus starting a long chain of "this isn't actually my department, you want curses involving blue light, I only do red and yellow, I think Melasar down the street may do that" and "I'll just have to put you on hold while I consult Korax of the 73 Screaming hells".
After staring at the titles for a few minutes to get a vibe of what the "shows" would be about I also added a genre or minor details to each one.
If anyone is interested enough in taking one or more of these and developing further that would be really cool. I just needed to get this out of my head.
Mentor business Man
The IQ of great leap dogs would be ~ 90. External communication is via a collar worn audio transceiver and implants. They would have a small vocabulary of words that they could combine randomly into sentences like humans do. They would have past and future tenses, but only the more intelligent dogs would use progressive and perfected tenses.
(anything is allowed, even gore. Be strategic. No one dies since it's a VR World, but they still feel the pain of wounds. Also, I'm really sorry but I had to repost this because something happened. I am trying to delete the old one but something is wrong)
My name is Alexander. Since the last time I wrote, I have changed bodies. My previous dad found out that I was using the computer to write, he beat me out of anger, and I guess I was knocked out. After that, I woke up in this body. I won't get into details about who I am or my age because honestly, I don't care. The next time I write, I could be in a different body, and I'd rather not have to explain every time. Before I get into my favorite life, I will explain what I have learned up until this point of switching bodies, and the rules I have to follow.
Rule #1: Never tell people that you switch bodies. They will think you're absolutely crazy or delusional. Parents are the worst when it comes to telling them; they assume that you need to be institutionalized, and although the drugs in mental asylums are top-notch, it basically is a prison. Friends will think you're childish and playing some sort of depressing pretend game.
Rule #2: Never expect to last long in one body. If you get your hopes up, the switch will just make you want to end it all. Which doesn't work (I've tried). Getting your hopes up is like putting it all on zero; the chances are so small, so why do it?
Rule #3: Never, I repeat, never fall in love. Love hurts when you know you can't stay, not to mention, when the original mind goes back to the body, they will have no idea about the feelings that you and the other person felt. It's like a coma for them; they notice that the dates are messed up but nothing about the experiences that their body went through.
Moral of switching bodies: It hurts, never being able to form a relationship is harder on you than you'd think. You get to experience so much but so little at the same time. You learn that you will never know what someone else is going through; in 2008, I inhabited a body that everyone loved, he was popular and athletic, on the outside, he seemed like a happy person. However, his family was awful; they were struggling from the recession and took it out on him, I mean I woke up with bruises and cuts from his parents. I hope he was able to get out of that situation after I left. The big picture of switching bodies is that it sucks, but at the same time, you learn that no two people are the same. Everyone has a story that they keep secret, and I am the one that gets to see it, good or bad
My first memory was being in the body of a young boy. To this day, I have no idea if that was my original body, but that's not important. My life in that body was short-lived anyway. The only thing I remember clearly was going through the immigration center, "håpets øy" or "the island of hope," as my father at the time called it. My mother was unknown. Shortly after we were processed, I fell asleep on my father's lap. When I woke up, I was in a completely different body. Needless to say, I was very confused. I was even more confused when I realized I could speak an entirely different language, fluently as well. This confusion stuck with me for a while. It was around 3 body changes when I realized that this was my life now, never being able to live a full life, just short snippets of someone else's. The one thing in common with all of my body changes is that it happens when I fall asleep, but not every time. Sometimes I spend a few hours in a body, other times I can spend months. My longest time ever in one body is 1 year and 3 months, and it was by far my greatest, short-lived life. I'll get back to you later; my "dad" just opened a beer, and I can already tell the beer is going to tell him how angry he is…
I don't like this body. Not to say that I don't feel confident in myself, let me explain. Ever since I was young, I had no idea who I was. I mean I was somebody, but every now and then, I wake up within a new body. There's no rhyme, reason, or explanation to this condition. This time around, I am a young girl, around the age of 13. My parents are abusive, and they care about nothing else than my younger brother. I am pretty sure my dad is unemployed, and my mom works in retail. I am still trying to figure out my backstory, but from what I have gathered over the course of the week I have been living in this body, I, this person that I am in, was a mistake. There is nothing to do in the run-down house except avoid my "dad" and take care of my brother. Most of my time is dedicated to sitting around, waiting for my brother to start crying about something stupid like breaking his own toy. And don't think that he's some baby; he's only a few years younger than me, maybe around 9-10. I figured that instead of laying down staring at the paint peeling on the ceiling or the mold slowly creeping up the walls, I would share my experiences over the past 137 years.
Dreams are a funny thing. They are unavoidable. People say they don't dream, but let's be honest, they just have a terrible memory. I'm not saying that I remember all of my dreams, but I can say that they stick with me for quite a bit. Besides the point of people having a terrible memory, dreams are things that can contain some of the weirdest things, the most pleasant things, and also some of the scariest things. But one thing is the same throughout all of them: people don't want to wake up. We never want to wake up to reality because, no matter what the dream is, we'd much rather stay sleeping. I can't speak for everyone, but I dread waking up because it means that I have to deal with real-life stuff. Responsibilities and stress don't exist in the dream world, and when they do, we all know it ends. But as soon as you wake up, the stress and anxiety you feel only end when you do. It's scary. But one thing that I realized recently is that dreams are just something our mind comes up with, but what's stopping our minds from making up stuff when we are awake? In short, nothing. But we are bound by reality. In dreams, anything is possible. You could be a king in the 15th century, a superhero who gets the girl, or a rich man who can do anything anytime he wants. Whereas when we wake up, we are living the same old life we have always lived. Things like money, responsibilities, stress, and not to mention physics all exist when we wake up. But every now and then, we get a dream that seems so real we ask ourselves, "Did that really happen?" I like to live in my dreams. They're way better than having to go back to the same old boring life, or so I thought.
Sure, I might not be able to replicate any of my dreams in my real life, but the future is way too undefined to be stuck in the same place. I want to fly, travel, live happily, experience things that I only imagined could happen in dreams in real life. The only thing stopping me, you ask? Well, me and physics. Now that I realize it, dreams are achievable. We may have to take a huge risk in the process, but living itself is a risk. At any moment, we could experience loss, sadness, and even death. But to hell with all of that right now. We only get so long on this earth, so why waste it sleeping to live your dreams? Wake up and live your dreams. After all, we want to stay dreaming anyways, so dream within reality.
After being forced off your last job, you leave the city and move back in with your folks in your small hometown. You notice you’re falling ill, having a very specific headache that you haven’t felt since you moved out. You chalk it up to the nearby power plant and it’s gross fumes. Doing your adult-child duties, you check the mail to find 2 brand new insurance policies. One for you and one for your sibling. Slowly over time, both you and your sibling are set up for crimes, caught up in street issues, and poisoned. In a plot involving crooked cops, pharmacists, hackers, and human traff1ckers, your small hometown doesn’t seem like home anymore. You learn the ugly truth about what family would do to payback PPP loans. But chaos has already been orchestrated and local law enforcement has already been paid off. With a raggedy old vehicle and the few clothes you have, you run back to the city. Only to learn you were framed for ruining several multi-million dollar contracts at your last job.
Some time ago this sub was restricted, this was once a great community that many users visited daily to either post their own prompts, to read prompts and find inspiration, or to take a break from their current project to work on something quick and a bit different.
I felt that, being restricted, the community was missing out and deserved to have access to their beloved sub once again and as such, have become a mod here in order to open up the sub once more.
Happy writing everyone!
She looks around the desolate, barren, empty city, resounding only in the silently decaying remnants of civilisation. Trash tipping over, cats fighting, the breeze blowing, flags clinging on their poles. She looks around, unsure of what became of the city.
Keep this going. Let's see what we can build together.
This creature needs your full name to possess you or do stuff to you but to find out your full name it tells you that if you give it the email to your paypal account it will send you money. the money arrives, but now you are cursed since paypal gives your full name to anyone who sends you money and it makes it seem like the money was cursed. end saga.
Should probably include a bit of the lore surrounding governments unleashing plagues upon there own people to garner control.
EDIT: Meant to say ‘ala’ in the title, damn auto correct*
The most unspeakable story.
One that is shouted at the apex of your existence.
No one to hear it.
SCREAM LOUDER.
Be heard.
[WP] Mother Earth has been suffocating for so long, she’s had enough and released a fatal virus on the world
It was your 70th birthday when you first met yourself. Your future self appeared bragging about finally finding a solution to time travel and a way to save the world. The only problem being that you found the solution far too late and can only travel back a decade at a time. Your goal is to convince yourself that time travel is real and that your younger self should travel back another decade and repeat the process. After a few generations of time-travel-telephone, you're thirty-year-old self now has no idea of the original goal, but free reign with a time machine.