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Sharing My Unedited Writing Experiences & Life Experiences.



A collection of writing prompts I’ve found or came up with for your enjoy and use.

Bring You Trouble


“I know you care and that you’re hurting but…” he took her hand, “I know you love me too.”

He held her eyes, hands trembling in hers. She knew he was hoping for her to say those words but they wouldn’t grace her tongue. She loved him, she really did… but she was afraid.

“Being with me will only bring you trouble,” she breathed. Her eyes falling to his hands that tightened at those words. “I’m not a person who can stay in one place…”



Monday Writing Prompt: Feed off People


He looked over the glass vials and jars that filled her kitchen cabinets. If it wasn’t for the labels the kitchen would be like anyone else he knew. The Goblin Ears and Kitten Tongues that were stored right next to the Sriracha, though was hard to ignore. Although, from everything he had experienced and from what he had learnt from listening to her, Jaya wasn’t one to eat these things.

“I thought you fed on people,” Royce turned, catching the woman glance over her shoulder before going back to making him a cup of tea.

“I don’t feed off people… that’s barbaric. It is their inspiration that satisfies my hunger now-a-days,” she passed him the China cup. The gold trim around the lip of the cup and the delicate flower pattern was beautiful.

“Isn’t their inspiration still part of them?”

“Sure, but it isn’t something a person has to live on like blood or a heart… inspiration is more like a part they secrete like body odor.”

“Delightful…” Royce tried not to turn up his lip at that comparison but the tone of his voice eluded his control.

Jaya chuckled, settling down on the stool near the corner of the kitchen. Her head pressed against the wall as she rested her hands in her lap. He had thought she was going to make herself some tea but then again what was someone who didn’t need to eat human food do with a cut of steaming liquid?



Writing Prompt: Golden Ship


I sat there in awe… unable to believe what I was seeing. There had been legends and tales of the God of Sun’s ship sailing the horizons at dusk but never had he come to shore. As the large vessel drew closer the beating of the horses wings echoed in harmony with the waves crashing against the shore.

When the ship reached the port the sun had set and there awaiting the arrival of the God were my people packed along the boardwalk. I stayed where I was, standing now awaiting to see this man of legend.

Writing Prompt: Woodland Clearing


“Uh…” I was speechless, unsure how I could have possibly ended up in the middle of the woods when only seconds ago I was walking down the busiest street in the city.

The man stared at me just as confused.

“Are yah…” He paused, looking around with quick glances to the shadows at the edge of the clearing before clearing his throat to continue. “Are yah a witch?”

“A what?” His question had caught me off guard. I had been called worse names than witch, but certainly not within the first few seconds of meeting someone. “That’s kinda rude to insult someone when you’ve just met them… and anyways no… I’m not a witch, are you?”

He shook his head with stiff jolts to indicate that in fact he was not a witch.

“If yah not a witch, then how did yah just appear from thin air?”

That there was a good question. Nothing was out of the ordinary moments before I ended up here. I hadn’t angered any old hags or bought a monkey paw from a sketchy shop keep. The weather had been typical for summer and I was following my usual routine when my phone decided it didn’t want to work anymore.

This forest didn’t look familiar to any of the parks in the city and from what I could tell the guy on the horse didn’t appear to be the LARPing type. So how the hell did I end up here?

“Can you tell me where we are exactly?” I looked down at my phone more out of habit than anything else, only to realize that there was still no signal and therefore no data.


Writing Prompts: Bruised Glitter

The echo of thunder crashed through the walls of his small one room apartment. No amount of increased volume was going to keep nature from disrupting his Discovery Channel that evening.

Turning off the TV, Royce made his way over to the kitchen, plugging in his 8 buck electric kettle to make some coffee. He knew he should have tried to sleep, but the events of the day still danced through his head like drunk girls on a bar table. He had kept his cool around those… those vampires? The word sounded crazy even now that he was thinking it. Sure he had seen a lot of strange stuff since running into Jay but some things still made him question if everything he was experience was some kind of side effect from his lack of sleep or high caffeine intake.

The kettle popped as he took the dirty mug from beside the sink to fill it with hot water. With two spoonfuls of instant coffee the clear water turned to tar as he lifted the steaming cup to his lips feeling the familiar shock of the heat against his upper lip.

“Fffk!” He spat, pulling the mug away. He touched his upper lip with his finger happy to find no blister had formed. It still stung but hopefully by the time the coffee was cool enough for consumption his lip would be fine.

There came another roll of thunder as the lights flickered. Maybe it was time to go find some of those candles his ex had left behind than being caught off guard when the power went out. Then again he had his phone and didn’t feel like having his place smelling of apple pie and ocean breeze.

After another rumble of thunder and flicker of lights he heard a knock on the door. He looked to the stove that just flashed 12 before pulling out his phone to check the time. It was passed 1 AM! Who in their right mind was bugging him at that hour!?

Opening the door, he gave a sigh at who was standing in his entrance. Why wasn’t he surprised that she show up at his door, soaking wet… bruised, and covered in glitter?

“What the hell happened to you?”

“You wanted more info so I went to a Fave – mind letting me in?” Her voice proved to have a hint of annoyance as if he had been the inconvenient visitor knocking on the door.

Royce stepped aside. Jay lumbered in, her hands tucked in her over-sized sweatshirt pockets and combat boots chorking from the torrential downpour. Her teased hair lay flat to her head as her mascara ran down her face like a degenerate raccoon.

“Do I want to know what a Fave is…?” Royce pinched the bridge of his nose. He would need more coffee after this, he just knew it.

“Fairy Rave,” her voice blunt.

“Well that explains the glitter.”

“Oh, no… the glitter wasn’t from that,” Jay smirked, shaking her head.

“Do I want to know?” Royce asked again, his voice droning.

“Nah, not important to what I found out,” Jay sat down in the saúde lazy boy in the corner of the living room. She crossed her wet boots atop the oak coffee table with her arms behind her head. “Come sit – you’ll want to know.”

He hoped so, since he would have a nightmare of a mess to clean up after she left.

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