Category: Writing (Prompts)

Just like everything in life, not everything goes according to plan.

We almost didn’t meet. You had to cancel Saturday but we both happened to be free on Friday, so we met a day earlier instead. Boy, we were both glad we did.

You surprised me with your cheery attitude. Right off the bat, you started our first date with a nice, big hug. You had this smile that somehow made me smile along with you. It was something I found myself looking forward to.

Conversation was great. You were chatty, I had a penchant for listening. I liked the sound of your voice. And your hilarious fake accents. We both spoke about ourselves, our previous experiences using ‘light’ and work.

At the end of the night, I walked you to your car, you dropped me off at mine.

And like our eyes did to begin the night, our lips met to end the night.

I think I said ‘I’ll see you around.’

Just like everything in life, not everything goes according to plan. Sometimes things turn out for the better.

Here’s to our first year.

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Writing Prompt from Reddit: Write a modern day love letter without using the words love, kiss, or any pet names.

Anyway, I shivered.

But not Cyann. He was a tough motherfucker. Nothing scared him. Given the opportunity, he’d probably spit at Death’s face and then welcome him with open arms. He was that kind of crazy.

I was soaked from the rain and I wanted nothing more than the warmth of a campfire and fresh warm clothes to change into. Cyann just stood there, eyes staring into the distance, looking for the cause of the disturbance.

“Can we go?” I pleaded.

“No. Not yet,” he replied me and then to the darkness he yelled, “SHOW YOURSELF, YOU FOUL BEAST!”

Beast? What? Nobody told me we were dealing with creatures tonight!

“What do you mean by beast?”

“Hush.”

I pulled my knees in closer to my chest and closed my eyes. I rocked back and forth, hoping that the movement would translate into heat. It didn’t help.

Just when I expected Cyann to turn to me and say we were going back to camp, the rain stopped and the forest became hauntingly quiet. Save for the pitter patter of rain drops falling from the leaves it was quiet. Almost tranquil. Almost.

The sound of bushes being moved and undergrowth being trampled on started to fade in. I guess the creature was coming towards us.

“Get ready,” Cyann told me.

“Get ready to what?” I replied, quickly looking up at him and scanning my surroundings at the same time.

A loud shriek pierced through the darkness.

“To run!”

Cyann sped off without me. Uh oh. This isn’t a good sign.

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Writing Prompt from Reddit: Pick your favorite novel. Turn to the 32nd page, and read the fourth sentence. Start a short story with that sentence.

The sentence was taken from A Clockwork Orange. Not my favorite novel (I loved the movie though) but it was the one closest to me. And I don’t think I have a favorite novel anyway!

Coffee Sketching by PascalCampion

“Ooh, whatcha drawing?”
An angel he wanted to say but instead, he responded, “just a scene in my head.”
“Can I see it?” she asked eagerly, leaning forward over the table.
“No, not yet,” he said as he tilted the sketchbook towards his chest.
“Come on! I won’t judge.”
“I’ll let you see it when it’s complete.”
“You always say that, but you never do.”
“This time I will.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
“It wasn’t complete!”
“Hmph! You better be finished when I’m done with this chapter,” she said, turning back to her book with a sly smile on her face.

Ben smiled and continued with his sketch. He liked it when Orla acted assertive and commanding. It was a total contrast to her usual submissive and quiet demeanor. He found it extremely endearing. After all, the two had met because they were the quietest people in their art history class.
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