* After your parents found out you are gay and kicked you out, the only place left for you to go was the magical forest. Write about your life.
* The birds began their chirping at the first signs of sunlight. A disgruntled yawn startled some of the birds that had been singing away in the treetops. As soon as Roderick finished stretching, he hastily took off his boots and clothes to streak into the lake. He was butt-naked and he felt no shame. Not here at least. There were no people living in or around this part of the forest. It was rumored that many dangerous creatures found their home here and that the darkest parts had swallowed men’s souls whole. Roderick thought it was perfect. Legends like these kept people at bay. He felt safe here. And being an outcast himself, he almost felt at home. Sometimes he could not sleep as he saw eyes preying on him in the distance. However, it seemed as if the birds enchanted their surroundings with their songs, keeping the darkness out. Once Roderick had finished his morning routine, he spruced himself up to the best of his abilities, strapped on his sword, and set out for the nearest town. Birds would sometimes stop mid-song as he passed underneath them, wondering where a roaring growl had come from – which, of course, had come from Roderick’s stomach.
* He had not eaten in days and his hunting skills were practically nonexistent. Luckily, he was familiar with a bakery in the nearest town, Rosebarrow, and it had the most delicious bread throughout the land of Estria. On top of that, it was free for him most of the time.
* The townsfolk would look at him in disgust from their front porches as soon as they laid eyes on him. His muddy boots and tattered clothes were almost certainly a sign he was an outcast. Roderick clenched his hand around the pommel of his sword when he heard two women talking in hushed voices as they walked by, glaring at him. It was the usual. It was the world he lived in and he had come to accept.
* Roderick turned a corner and the air was suffused with the smell of freshly baked bread. He exhaled deeply, trying to release the tension in his body from encountering the townspeople and sauntered into the bakery. A bell chimed and soon after a young man came hurrying from the back room to welcome his customer.
* “Roderick!” he said, smiling from ear to ear. “It’s good to see you again.”
* He looked around, his eyes carefully inspecting the place. He had come here every week for the past six months and had learned to be cautious. The young man twiddled with his fingers, seeming to wait for Roderick to say something back or, at the very least, make eye contact.
* The aliens crash-land on earth in the early nineteen seventies. It will take months to complete the repairs to their ship so, to avoid drawing the attention of earth’s authorities, they disguise their ship as a disco.
* A homeless man discovers an alien vending machine, and uses it to buy a jet pack, a ray gun, and other futuristic technology. At the end of the month, the aliens come to collect the bill…
* Amateur spelunkers exploring a series of caves discover a collection of ancient, alien religious texts. At first, they laugh at the aliens’ strange beliefs. But the writings contain predictions of events on earth, beginning with them being discovered by a group of amateur spelunkers…
* Aliens visit an unlucky musician and give him an otherworldly instrument. Its haunting music can enrapture a crowd or drive them insane.
* After a woman discovers tiny “crop circles” in her shag carpeting, she begins to suspect that her home is being visited by teeny, tiny aliens.
* Aliens visiting earth accidentally leave behind an Entertainment Sphere, a device capable of projecting movies directly into the user’s brain. A teenager discovers the Sphere but, unfortunately, can’t figure out how to turn it off.
* The Air Force discovers a wrecked alien spacecraft floating adrift near the moons of Jupiter. The pilots are long dead, but the ship’s cargo hold is filled with life, what appears to be a shipment to an alien pet store.
* Aliens visit the earth to test a kind of “bug zapper.” The machine uses lights and sounds to entice humans into touching it. Anyone who does is instantly disintegrated.


* “You can’t be. Death isn’t an actual person.”
* “My name is Thanatos Esparioun Ignintion.”
* “Do you know what it means?”
* The Greek personification of death. All the blood drained from my face.
* “Wait… so you… kill people for a living?!”
* “No”, the young man replied, his smile sobering up. “He is seeing some investors. He wants to go into the gold mining industry or something.”
* The young man took that as his cue, turned around to collect an arm full of loaves from the shelves behind him, and placed them on the counter. Roderick opened his bag and put the loaves inside. They were still warm, and for some reason a wave of sadness passed through his body.
* The young man looked at him, his eyes trailing Roderick’s every movement as if he might disappear at any moment. When Roderick shoved the last loaf in his bag, the young man leaned over the counter and gave him a kiss.
* “Not now, Charlie!” he snapped. “In broad daylight?”
* “Calm down, no one saw us,” said Charlie. But Roderick’s eyes widened in fear. “I just told you my dad is meeting up with investors and you know I would never kiss you if anyone was around. Trust me. Why are you always so anxious about this?“
* His body stiffened at the remark. “Why?” shouted Roderick. “Are you seriously asking me this question?” Roderick swiveled on his heels and made for the door.
* “Wait. Wait!” Charlie hurried after him. “I am sorry. That was foolish. Please stay.”
* Roderick stared at him incredulously. “Do you know how many of us are killed every single day, Charlie?” Tears crept up in the corner of his eyes. “For real, what were you thinking? If we continue to keep this up, it’s going to get us both killed! Fucking killed, Charlie! The Royal Guard kill people like us on the spot!”
* Charlie stepped closer. His fingers gently wiping away the tears streaking across Roderick’s face. “I know,” he whispered.
* “Don’t you dare touch me like this!” Roderick batted his hand away. Roderick reached for the doorknob, but before he could open the door Charlie had slapped him in the face.
* “You are the man I love,” his fist pulled back, ready to deal a heavy blow. “You…,” he stammered. “You… of all people. Don’t you dare…,” Charlie lowered his fist and started sobbing.
* Roderick knew where Charlie was going. He used to be more certain of himself. But the more he got to know himself, the less of him was left. The people of Estria didn’t accept two men loving each other.
* “This is not good for any of us, this secrecy. It’s eating us alive!”
* When I was about to leave the house for good…,” Roderick said, clenching his fist, “…my father walked up to me, opened the door, and said he was not going to judge me, but he’d be happy to break my neck so God could do the judging a little sooner, and shoved me outside.”
* this is happening in an AU were everything’s the same, except the earth is actually flat. And even the goverment doesn’t know about that.
* What if flat earthers are actually from a different universe and somehow have switched places with our universe’s counterpart. They are just not aware of this switch..
* Then does that mean that there is a flat earth where there are round earthers?
* A TV show where flat earthers look for the end of the earth, after three seasons of failure and getting made fun of, they find it.
* this is happening in an AU were everything’s the same, except the earth is actually flat. And even the goverment doesn’t know about that.
* What if flat earthers are actually from a different universe and somehow have switched places with our universe’s counterpart. They are just not aware of this switch..
* You’re in an alternate universe where people’s toxicity is rated like poison dart frogs, the brighter and more vibrant their clothes are, the worse. One day though, you wake up and look in your closet and all of your clothes and shoes are golden, the most toxic and dangerous of any color.
* You walk over to your computer, and happily note that League of Legends finished installing overnight.
* My question is can you even live with yourself after doing what you did
* After you and Death had a bad break up, they told you they would never come back to you. Two centuries later and, true to their word, they still haven’t come for you.
* The year was 2013. I had a pretty great life at the time. I was teaching at a good school, my student loans were almost paid off, I had just bought a car, I had a great boyfriend whom I loved with all my heart. Simply put, I was happy.
* So, of course, something had to happen.
* One night, my boyfriend and I were cuddling, talking about almost nothing, really. Telling stories, giggling, the like. The topic turns to work. He rarely ever told me details about his job as a private investigator, so I was doing most of the talking.
* I figured he was sick about hearing about which of my students wrote the best essays, so I asked him how work was going for him. “Okay,” he replied. The usual.
* “No, but really. How is it? You never talk about your job. I’m sure you’re sick of hearing my stories. Tell me some of yours.”
* “I don’t have any good ones.”
* Charlie fell silent. Roderick had told him everything about his past, and he could not possibly forget something like that. “I understand,“ he whispered.
* he shot Charlie an icy stare. “I don’t think you understand.” He opened the door and stormed out. The bell chimed violently as he smashed the door shut.
* The steps on the stairs creaked. “Who?” came a voice. Charlie jerked around and froze instantly.
* “It was bright,” she said, looking straight into Carlisle’s eyes. “A sun that stretched out forever. When my mother told me we were moving, I thought my life was being uprooted. It was searing, oh yes, right before we left. Stark. A sun that could raze the earth clean and only leave the ashes.”
* “I thought I was going to be friendless and alone,” Bella said. “I thought I was leaving something irreplaceable behind.” The sky overhead was a pale, crepuscular blue, cloudless and somehow suffocating, as thin as ether. “And once I got here, you know what happened?” A small smile crept across her face. “Everyone was perfectly lovely to me. I fit right in. I made a lot of friends.”
* The grass rustled, the tips of their blades reaching towards the sky, trembling. “I moved across the country, leaving seventeen years of my life behind, and nothing changed. I traded the open expanses of sun for this gloomy little town, and nothing changed. I was as happy as I had ever been. I was as loved as I had ever been. I left my life behind and found nothing missing.”
* The strands of her hair lifted, floating, weightless. Static hummed through the air. A high pressure zone surrounded the grassy clearing. A bubble about to pop. “And so I got to thinking: My life couldn’t have meant very much to begin with, could it?”
* “I don’t -” Carlisle started to say. He looked around desperately. The stars were out. The sky was the color of lightning. Edward stumbled, backing away from her. “If – if you weren’t happy – But the weather’s been so nice, these past few weeks …”
* “Weather,” said Bella, testing the syllables in her mouth as if the word was something funny. “Storms. Sunshine. It’s all just a meaningless localization in the grand scheme of things, isn’t it? ‘If global warming is real, then why is it snowing?’ Ha ha. Methane farts, the slow decomposition of the planet. Everything bit by bit becoming unlivable. And meanwhile the rain falls and the sun shines and the weather goes on and on and on, a razor-thin scuff of air coating the surface of the Earth, for all it matters.
* “You think it’s nice weather. That the sun is shining, that the sky is bright and blue. But all that is is sunbeams falling apart in the atmosphere, scattering their lonesome blueness. It’s all illusion.” There was nothing above them now, nothing separating them from the void. Bella’s eyes were empty.
* “The sky is black.”
* “Please!” gasped Edward, on his knees, grasping at her hand. “Please! Bella! I – I love you! If nothing else, I love you!”
* She looked down at him, a hollow fondness in her eyes. “I wanted you so badly,” she said, voice tinged with remembrance, “because I thought that you were Death.”
* The sky was a placid blue, cotton clouds drifting carefree across it, and she pulled Edward up and threw her arms around him, flower petals dancing in the breeze around them. “You’re so sweet, I love you too!” she said.
* “Uhh,” said Edward, rigid in her arms, eyes wide with what might have been arousal or astonishment or pure terror.
* “You patted down his hair, unsteady on his feet, uncertain of the ground beneath him. “I, um – That is to say -”
* “Oh, that’s right!” Bella said. “You said it was too sunny! That we weren’t having enough rainy days!”
* “Hm.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “We can do sullen, can’t we?” She leaned into Edward, her eyes lidded. “Mournful and brooding. Yeah. You’re more sexy that way, anyway.” Clouds rolled in, the sky a rumbling, deep-throated gray, the world twilight, a thin mist of rain dampening her hair and making Edward’s shirt cling to his defined pecs. She glanced at Carlisle, coughed. “Excuse me,” she said.
* “Oh!” said Carlisle, and backed away, stumbling over his own heels. The clouds cloaked them, made them human again, softened them in shadow, and he backed away from the clearing, watching the branches close in around Bella and Edward until neither of them visible.
* Rain thundered down in earnest, a blood-warm downpour that soaked Carlisle to his skin as he began to run back home, and far behind him sounded the sonorous peals of thunder.
* Life’s a hoe and Death, well Death is actually a sweetheart.
* spotlight some of the prompt responses will get featured on this blog stories
* One day, you get a knock on your door. When you open it, you see the protagonist from your favorite book standing there, wide-eyed. “I know you won’t believe me,” they say, “but you’re the main character of my favorite book. I know how it ends and I’m here to change it.”
* “Oh thank god, my life is really spiraling out of control lately” you say, relieved
* Harry Potter pulls out a handgun “I think you misunderstand the point of this visit”
* Everyone has an approval rating above their head, which people either increase or decrease by ‘reviewing’ you. The rating determines pretty much everything in your life, from your job to how strangers treat you. You’re ratings have dropped significantly lately, and you need to find out why.
* The more people that hate you, the further down in hell you go when you die. And the more people that love you, the higher in heaven you can go. You have died and are… surpised to say the least.
* The elevator of Judgement dings as it reaches ground level.
* “This elevator goes 50 floors up, and 50 down. You’ll rank somewhere on that spectrum. Good luck.” A bellhop in a neat suit guided me onto the elevator, as well as a small suitcase. The doors closed, and I nervously clasped my hands.
* The elevator lurched as the motors engaged, and I felt the metal box rising. The floor lights indicated I was going up. A small smile spread across my face as it ticked past floor 20, then 30, 35. Finally, the elevator stopped at floor 50. The doors swung open and a herald of angels sung a chorus, welcoming me to heaven.
* Everyone is born with two spirit helpers. An angel on their right shoulder and a devil on the left. The spirits are only visible to their owners and are a commonly accepted part of life. They try to sway you into making pure or corrupted decisions. Someone has just discovered that you have no angel or devil on your shoulders.
* The more people that hate you, the further down in hell you go when you die. And the more people that love you, the higher in heaven you can go. You have died and are… surpised to say the least.
* You sold your old life to a secret organization who in exchange erased all your records. You leave carrying nothing but simple plain clothes and a huge amount of cash.
* You’re hanging out at home alone when you hear a bunch of tiny voices calling your name from the kitchen. You head to the kitchen to see a bunch of ants wearing tiny cultist robes arranged in a little summoning circle on the kitchen floor, calling your name along with titles that seem to correspond to some of your greater achievements in life. They notice you and one of them says, “Great (your name here) comes! The new age is upon us, brethren!”
* You are the sole employee of a strange business. You have never seen your employer before, but at the end of every week there is a paycheck waiting for you in an envelope in your mailbox.
* So you’re saying I have to work, but without almost any social interaction? Never having to listen to my boss bitch about the way I work? Sign me tf up.
* What if, every time one dies, they fall a layer closer to the “true” world?
* A small neighborhood in autumn time. Crickled yellow maple leaves everywhere. Some rogue halloween decor in the widows of a row of small suburb houses already. One of the older homes that used to be vacated now has a brand new owner. A lovely lady moved in. Dark hair. Almond eyes. Has a pet bunny.
* She loves to knit and makes little monsters out of yarn. A yarnmancer. New in the neighborhood so close to Halloween.
* Your age is your level, and determines how powerful you are with slight scaling based on average lifespan (a 25 year old human would have average strength for a human, a 10 year old zebra would have it’s own average strength, etc). Describe what happens when ancient roundworms that have been frozen in ice for 40,000 years are unfrozen and brought back to life. Their average lifespan is less than a year.
* By making physical contact with someone, you can see glimpses of their future. While on a train, you accidentally brush against a stranger’s arm. You immediately have a vision where they are responsible for the apocalypse.