Really Cool Writing Prompts

First of all, I apologize in advance for missing a week to post. Lame excuse, but it was really busy, and I never got around to doing one.

So, that being said, I may not end up posting every two weeks, but whenever I have the time and motivation. Hopefully. Being a senior in high school is stressful, ya'll.

Anyway, on to more cheerful things! Today I'm just posting some random writing prompts that will get you inspired to write. I honestly love writing prompts. Since there's so many, lots of them will apply to your characters and you can draw awesome ideas from them. Unfortunately, I don't use them as often as I should. Sometimes I really can't get my inner Loki to cooperate.

Dialogue Prompts:

"I haven't had so much fun since I got my tonsils removed."

"Calm down? You have a member of the Secret Service tied up and gagged in your basement, and you want me to CALM DOWN?"

"Kale, hot sauce, and beer? As your father, I'm very disappointed in this diet."

"She said WHAT?"

"Yeah, apparently we're not on the same page."

"The same page? You're not even in the same library!"

"Yuck, what's that awful smell?"

"The smell of your parent's disappointment and unicorn farts."

"You sure you didn't pull a muscle with all that language?"

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out how to process so much stupid all at once."

"Oh, everybody hold up! I'm starting to have emotions."

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to be completely embarrassed and disgusted by your impromptu dance routine."

"So... I just realized... that I've been shot. Multiple times."

"You can't just waltz up to her and wink conspicuously and rattle off government conspiracy theories and reasons why you hate the NFL and brussel spouts! Women don't go for that sort of thing."

"Watch me."

"Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture."

"I'm going into the woods to scream my lungs out for awhile. Anyone wanna join?"

Random Prompts:

Turn to page 39 of the book nearest to you. Go to the middle paragraph on the page and use the first sentence of that paragraph as your writing prompt.

Take a survey of what some people's greatest fears are and compile a paragraph with all those fears put together.

Write a paragraph from the perspective of someone who is deaf. 

Write a scene using only dialogue, starting with the sentence, "What happened to you?"

Close your eyes and describe in detail the sounds you hear around you, using any descriptive words you can. 

Write a huge historical event from a child's perspective.

Write a short story about a harmless prank that goes awry.

Imagine a scene where someone you know barges through your front door and says, "Whoever comes knocking, I've been here an hour, got it?"

List all the things you wish you'd said.

Start a paragraph with the words, "I knew my childhood was over when..."

In ten words, write the saddest story you can imagine.

Describe someone's eyes without mentioning the color. 

Write about the moment your main character decides to leave the path. 

Perspective Prompts:

They thought I'd forget. But I didn't. I remembered everything.

Out of all the things that might have gone wrong that day, being shoved down the laundry chute was not one of them.

I saw his face in all my dreams, but I knew I'd never met him in real life.

I never could get used to the cage.

I keep all my secrets hidden in the pantry. It's mostly depressing poetry, some croissants when I'm feeling peckish, maybe the occasional wad of counterfeit money. Because you never know when the agency could call, and you want to be ready for anything.

Looking down the flat of her sword, I knew I should be afraid. Terrified, even, of what she could do to me. But as my eyes met hers, the only thing I felt was a wave of relief.

I no longer wanted to fight. 

Our hands met, reaching for the same book.

To say that the wedding was not going as planned would be the understatement of the century. 

I remember how excited I used to get when watching the sunrise. Now all I feel is dread. 

How can you explain the sound of your loved one's heart monitor flatlining, after everything the doctors did to save them?

From a prophecy, you would have expected neat calligraphy on parchment paper, not words that were out of order and scrawled on a wall in a suspicious brownish-red color. 

With an awkward chuckle, he pointed to the mistletoe above my head.

I would have agreed with her, except then we'd both be wrong.

I had never seen so much blood in my life. But I was pretty sure that blood wasn't supposed to be green.

I vomited. I mean, what else are you supposed to do when someone's trying to force-feed you something that looks like moldy sour cream and smells even worse? 

Thanks for bearing with me, guys! Here's a Fitzsimmons gif for the really long post. (Btw, current Fitzsimmons feels.... I can't. Marvel will destroy me.)

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