Prompts

🌌💫 The Moonbound Princess and the Prince Who Spoke to Shadows 💫🌌
The kingdom of Lunareth was built for the night. Its towers were carved from pale stone that drank moonlight instead of sunlight. Silver banners shimmered softly in the dark breeze, and streets were lit not by fire, but by floating orbs that glowed like captured stars.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Writers
A Very Short Story With One Syllable Words Only
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What If? Writing Exercise for Fiction Writers prompts The Exercise — Write a short story using words of only one syllable. The Objective - To make you conscious of word choice
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Writers
Immortality in Hell
I started 2026 with a new challenge, inspired by the success of a well-received challenge on Elon Musk, the alien I hosted at the end of 2025.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Writers
How to Survive the Apocalypse
HAS THE APOCALYPSE HAPPENED? ARE YOU WONDERING WHAT TO DO NOW? ARE YOU THE SOLE SURVIVING PERSON OF YOUR FAMILY AND DON'T KNOW WHY YOU SURVIVED?
By CT Idlehouseabout a month ago in Writers
Finding Adjectives and Adverbs
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What If? Writing Exercise for Fiction Writers prompts The Exercise — Underline and highlight all adverbs and italicize and highlight adjectives in a published story and decide which ones work. Then, exchange all weak adverbs and adjectives for strong ones of your own. Consider omitting them altogether. The Objective - To be alert to the power - and the weakness - of these verbal spices. To avoid them except when they can add something you really need
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Writers
Good People Still Exist
Good People Still Exist That morning, I took the subway to Manhattan as usual. Maybe because I had stayed up late writing the night before, I fell asleep in my seat. Half-awake, half-dreaming, I didn’t realize we had reached my stop.
By Jenny about a month ago in Writers
We Are Our Ancestry
I grew up in a house filled with stories. Not the kind written on pages, but those whispered over dinner tables, hummed in lullabies, and carried in the creak of the old wooden floors. My grandmother would sit by the window, staring out at the trees, and begin in a soft voice: “Your great-grandfather once walked these lands, barefoot, with nothing but hope in his pocket.” I didn’t understand the weight of that hope then. I only knew it sounded important.
By Jhon smithabout a month ago in Writers
E Ala Mai!
My arm flails in the direction of the alarm. Who knew a sound could be obnoxious. With a swipe of my thumb, it was snoozed. My head droops back into the coolness and comfort of the silk covered pillow. Wait, did the clock say 6:45 am? The first step out of bed is always the hardest. My toes wiggle into the carpet as I push myself up. Now at the doorway, I glance into the hall. The keiki are still asleep, I sigh with relief. Mm, some alone time. A rarity for any mom. Turning into the bathroom I feel along the small textured bumps of the wall. The lights flicker on. My eyes blink on cue. Reaching for the faucet, I mentally prepare for the shock. My hands join together in a cup shape, the cold-water pouring in. The anticipation was right. I shook at the jolting sensation as the drops trickled down my face. I head towards the kitchen. In a quiet moment of gratitude to whoever invented the Keurig I savor the roast scent as the coffee droplets fill my cup. It read, “But, first coffee,” as if it was personally preaching to me. Black coffee, with a shot of espresso. The network of nerves in my body start to buzz. I call out to the keiki, my voice echoing down the hall like the first ripple of a wave, e ala mai!
By Keola 2 months ago in Writers
The Descendant of a Lioness
Haole kou lined the sidewalk. Each step shaded, with an occasional beam of sunlight piercing through the branches. I sat there on the bench, book in hand. Leaves gently rustled in the kona breeze. I inhaled, relishing this serene moment. Anticipating what would unfold in Chapter 35, I opened the book. I read about Homa being preyed upon by the sergeant. My chest tightened. There she was, confined by cement. Her screams, unheard by anyone who could help. Before this moment, she had dreams of becoming a judge.
By Keola 2 months ago in Writers
Why Reliable HVAC and Home Energy Services Matter for Modern Homes
Keeping a home comfortable throughout the year is not just about heating and cooling anymore. Today, homeowners care about energy use, indoor air quality, and long-term system performance. This is why professional HVAC and home energy services play an important role in modern homes.
By sammmy2 months ago in Writers
Why Preventive Healthcare Is Essential for Long-Term Wellness
Preventive healthcare plays a key role in maintaining good health and avoiding serious medical conditions. Instead of waiting until symptoms become severe, preventive care focuses on early detection and regular monitoring.
By sammmy2 months ago in Writers
Cleaning The Freezer
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What If? Writing Exercise for Fiction Writers prompts The Exercise — Make a list yourself of things that are done in small units of time. Here are several suggestions: Naming a pet or a child, breaking up with someone, playing a game such as Risk or Monopoly, washing a car, stealing something, waiting or standing in line for something, packing to go somewhere, cleaning the refrigerator, having a birthday party, etc. Now write a four-to-seven-page story staying within the confines of a particular time unit. For example, a birthday party story would probably last only a few hours, or an afternoon or evening; naming a pet might span a longer period of time but will still be focused on one activity. The Objective - To recognize the enormous number of shaped time units in our lives. These units can provide a natural substructure and shape for a story and make the writing of a story seem less daunting.
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Writers