Writing Prompts

Alarms blare throughout the facility. Screams and gunshots echo through the halls. The rookie scientists around you are in panic. You sip your coffee at the breakroom table in peace, "just another tuesday." You state calmy.

The dancing plague of 1518 returns and through social media the contagion spreads fast and globally. You're one of the few survivors in an apocalyptic wasteland, hiding from the dancing horde.

Your escape pod has crashed on an alien planet. After finding you incredibly injured, you were taken by a local farmer. Their species, however, only lives for around 3 months. It took nearly 3 generations to fully recover. Years have passed, & you've become the family's protector ever since.

When you found a Dark web chat room full of murderers and other horrible people lamenting ‘the ones that got away’ or detailed current plans and stalkings, you were horrified to find a series of posts from someone stalking… YOU. And you don’t very much like their plans for you…

The beast was dead. It took every adventurer in town and many a casualty, but the beast was finally dead. The town was saved - until someone noticed the creature was wearing a collar and a nametag.

Alice Liddell became famous after returning from her trip down the rabbit hole. Now an adult, she aids in the British Empire's colonisation of Wonderland.

A lesser God has bestowed you the power to erase your memory but only of works of fiction. It's a mediocre gift, but you get to enjoy your favorite movies and books anew. Settling down to enjoy your favorite fantasy book/movie, you once again invoke your gift. The memory does not fade.

In a world of dragons, sorcery, war, and monsters, there are many risks and even risk takers. Everyone though, elf, monster, or man knows to avoid those few ancient ruins that contain symbols of suffering and a word of the ancients, RADIATION.

You have developed a reputation for being an expert matchmaker. Whenever you're around, people who meet each other end up falling in love. But what no one else sees is that Cupid has been trying to shoot you with an arrow for a long time now, and all you've been doing is dodging them.

You were weirded out by your coworker’s rambling about XP farms and things like that at first but they have been unusually helpful in your group for surviving the zombie apocalypse so far.

You gave a million monkeys a million typewriters. They immediately wrote a contract detailing the terms and conditions for employing the monkey horde.

“You have been chosen, Earth man, the crystal in my hand will imbue you with the pow- where are you going?” , “Like I told the other guy last week, I’m not interested, please stop showing up calling me The Chosen One.”

Everyone thought that the mass-production of Firearms would render Magic obsolete in battle, but Spellcasters have adapted. Instead of casting from a wand, most mages now cast from their gun.

You steal the coat of a selkie, not because you wanted a wife, but because you wanted to propose a business partnership with them, seeing great value in their magical/aquatic abilities.

Your wish was for the ability to roll a dice to determine any outcome in your life. The genie didn't even bother with a monkey's paw, then you went out and got a set of weighted dice.

1000 years ago, a great king had his soul infused with the crown so he may rule eternity, taking possession of anyone who wears it. But with each new 'successor,' the king took his extra lives increasingly for granted, until one day…..

When I died I always expected to see the pearly gates. But I never expected to see them in such ruinous conditions, as if they’d been abandoned for centuries.

"You shall fall dead the day your first child is born!" the young, inexperienced witch had cried casting her curse. Little did she know, to an asexual like yourself, she'd practically granted immortality. Now, every year, on the anniversary of the curse, she tries her best to "fix" things.