Writing Prompts - The Collection Number 2

Writing Prompts - The Collection Number 2

Short Writing Prompts by SachikoMochiko - Second Edition

FANTASY TYPE PROMPTS - Part 1 {Request}

Af) “Arghhhh!!” We were forced to push the car. It just won’t move! But anyway…this is just a side quest! 

Bf) My white dress glitters in the moonlight, “Quickly, the dragon hunter is here. Hide!” 

Cf) His scales shown every victim face, eyes weeping oozy- red tears, as he flew back to his very own cave

Df) “Help!” I shout with my hoarse voice, “please..” I end with a whisper…he was coming…that damned ogre!

Ef) *sigh* again…I am stuck on one of the isolated flying islands…now the waiting games is about to begin 

FF)After being sucked into my laptop…I was forced to play the game -the game of…

Gf) “Help…I can’t stop playing!” my fingers hover the controls at the speed of light and my eyes are glued to the blue light.

OTHER PROMPTS

a) “Watch. Your. Mouth.” Ma’s voice is monotone. Her stern pitch-black eyes ignore my choice to turmoil like a deep, dark, cold abyss. Her white roots blend into her newly dyed sections of hair. I notice her hair is down "another unusual figure. I start to feel uneasy. Swirls of thick anxiety wavered in my chest. We are…here

b) His frozen, pale eyes eyeball mine. His body slouched on the gelid pavement, bloody and face monstrously mutilated. The flesh on his cheek is wrenched outwards which exposed the jawbone and teeth. He lay there, deathly still, a bluish-bruised colour stretches throughout his body. Chuckling, my own body collapse next to his. And there he was, just as I requested. 

c) …to see Spike’s deathly still body lying there. His skin extremely wrinkly, as if all the blood in his body was sucked out. 

D)  “…and here I await. For her glacier. Who I knew will never come” 

 

e) Mary’s face filled with confusion…mixed with angst? Well that doesn’t matter! Mary starts frowning, itching closer to my face, “Mama? Who? Who. Is. Mama?”  

f) The foul smell of the empty shells where the souls lived.

G) “Warning

This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.”

MINI PROMPTS

1. His Queen
2. His glacier
3. Her heart
4. The lies
5. Duty of a student
6. Duty of a teacher
7. “Like lovers waltzing”
8. Electronica Mail
9. My enemy…myself
10. My glacier

Word Groups - Part 2

1. Score, classic, harmony, melody, complete, heart
2. Yin, yang, colourful, bootyful
3. Canon, in, P, alice, for, variability, predictability
4. Tied, dyed, shirt, spiral, DNA, style, fashion
5. Gold, black, spice sweet, latte, brioche, glasses, fog, textbook, history, magnet
6. Ninja, shin obi, stealth, prey, victim, mystery, hours, years

NOTE FROM AUTHOR: If you come by a good prompt and end up using it…it would be nice to credit this edition and me! Thanks!

Author's Note

Hope you liked this edition!! It is quite short tho...hope it helps!!
NOTE FROM AUTHOR: If you come by a good prompt and end up using it…it would be nice to credit this edition and me! Thanks!

I also suggest this book: http://www.writingforward.com/books/1200-creative-writing-prompts

Reviews

[winter;lyra]

That dress left a spicy taste
Right in, to that spot
Where it feels like I'm hot
But I've stopped
To read along
That sweet bottom text

She's bouncing like a ball
And I'm struck like a rock

I wanna tell her of ying yang
I wanna tell her of sweeter things
I wanna tell her of a notch on my stomach
(she'll never know)

And she's beautiful because she won't
Look back at my balls
And she's bootyful because she won't
Look back at my balls

[song-like]
[am too bored]
[sorry]

[Sachi Ruaya]

Heya. Don't hesitate to upload it as it is your work. Anyways, well done!

[winter;lyra]

I wander in
A mermaid's hut
Sung in

Black curtains
Over absence of presence
Spiced sweets on her table
Latte fragrance
Magnet feeling
Pulled me closer to this message
Holographic
Panoramic
View of a thousand kisses

Gold twinkles in the dark
Intense fog
(or, the pretended wrong)
Clouding my eyes
That glasses my mind
(you'll break my mind)

Mistress
Of a thousand
Kisses
Then hold me to your history

-Your textbook lover, in posture, yours to the graveyard

[i should go to sleep]