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cerastes: writing-prompt-s: You sell your soul to God. Instead of having bliss in life and then damnation, you life a life of utter misery and then go to Heaven when you die. That’s just regular Catholicism.
becc-mcg: writing-prompt-s: A masked vigilante has made an appearance in your city. As the the wealthiest man in town, you’re having trouble convincing people it’s not you. lmao nowadays who the hell would believe a rich person would be fighting for
littlebluebarista: eleanorappreciates: writing-prompt-s: Due to your poor spelling, you’ve accidentally summoned Stan. @brominedabomb
meltedbartsimpson: writing-prompt-s: Produce an emotionally moving one-sentence story. hot dog fall out of bun directly into storm drain
nezclaw: obaewankenope: delotha: writing-prompt-s: You are a guard in a fantasy world. You notice a man in elegant armor kick a chicken in the streets. In your lawful rage, you manage to kill this man in the name of justice. To your dismay, you realize
charlesoberonn: writing-prompt-s: Reincarnation is a known, common, and expected result of death. You are a bounty hunter that specializes in tracking down people who have committed suicide to escape debts or a jail sentence. “It’s a girl!” the
korino21: diaryofpikachu: mabunnie: writing-prompt-s: You have many of the abilities of a Disney princess. You can talk to animals, people burst into song around you, and it seems every other day a “Prince Charming” type falls madly in love with
spaghettijoe: writing-prompt-s: You pick up a small device. On it’s small screen it simply says “one skill point remaining” and a list of 8 attributes. You click on Strength and instantly feel your muscles stiffen a little. The screen now says
raphaeliscoolbutrude: writing-prompt-s: “In a game with no consequences, why are you still playing the ‘Good’ side?” Because being mean makes me feel bad.
arturia-official: writing-prompt-s: You’re a killer dumping your latest victim into the river. Just as you’re about to be done, you spot another person. Doing exactly the same thing. And they’ve just spotted you, too.
ardentiluxtenebris: writing-prompt-s: In the near future, you are making dinner because you are about to meet your girlfriend’s dad for the first time. All you have in the kitchen is cooked frozen steaks. In walks your girlfriend and her dad, Gordon
iamanaussie: lysambre-j: writing-prompt-s: You tell your wife how glad you are to be a human and not a robot. She looks at you confusingly says, “What are you talking about? We’re all robots. Humans have been dead for years.” For what seems like
postmarxed: chauvinistsushi: writing-prompt-s: When you die, you appear in a cinema with a number of other people who look like you. You find out that they are your previous reincarnations, and soon you all begin watching your next life on the big
celticpyro: raphaeliscoolbutrude: writing-prompt-s: “In a game with no consequences, why are you still playing the ‘Good’ side?” Because being mean makes me feel bad.
treshornyboiiz: writing-prompt-s: You find out that your significant other is an eldritch horror, that has ultimately been trying to steal your soul by getting you to trust it. However, as it got to know you, it began to bond with you, and no longer
actuallyalivingsaint: petitstar: aniseandspearmint: janothar: misscrazyfangirl321: wakeupontheprongssideofthebed: writing-prompt-s: You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale
gwydionmisha: only-1-a: catphistopheles: writing-prompt-s: Years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can’t seem to get laid. The witch is starting to get pretty pissed. Y’all get together to
trashfirefallon: writing-prompt-s: Your spiky-haired superpowered dad has saved the world countless times as the protagonist, but now he’s giving up that life. You and your two siblings are now arguing over who gets the child-focused spinoff. “you
rainnecassidy: actuallyalivingsaint: petitstar: aniseandspearmint: janothar: misscrazyfangirl321: wakeupontheprongssideofthebed: writing-prompt-s: You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with
sucymemebabaran: writing-prompt-s: You don’t remember what you do for a living. Literally. You black out for 8 hours 5 days a week and a paycheck appears once per month. sounds like a dream job
anonymoustypewriter: writing-prompt-s:The Grim Reaper appears to claim your life. He’s heard so many pleas and excuses, but yours is the first that has worked. The Grim Reaper looked like he had been having a hard day. I could see it around his empty
atlantisrises: majorgenerally: writing-prompt-s: The Queen has requested that everybody with a knighthood attend a meeting at Windsor Castle. Speaking to the sizeable crowd of ageing actors and retired musicians, she explains why - The dragons are back,
icameinlikeacolossaltitan: geekandmisandry: ladyananas: wombatking: thanatosdementor: posingasme: the-weaver-of-worlds: writing-prompt-s: A depressed guy moves into a haunted house with 7 demons, each corresponding to a deadly sin. But, they’re
giroshane: writing-prompt-s: You were accidentally born into the dev build version of Earth, and you can use commands to hack the “game”. Describe your life. How your backyard barbecue go, The Smiths? Pretty good, it doesn’t seem. Ha ha. I tell
calamitouserebus: writing-prompt-s: You’re teleported to 44 BCE Rome in your everyday street clothes. You’re brought before Caesar and he believes you might be from the future, hoping to bring him fortune. One day he questions you, asking “How
oldmanyellsatcloud: cyborgshimada: curiooftheheart: writing-prompt-s: You are a student who can stop time, you have stopped time in during an exam to cheat when you see something in the corner of your eye move. Someone with the same kind of Stand?
gardenoffish: calamitouserebus: writing-prompt-s: You’re teleported to 44 BCE Rome in your everyday street clothes. You’re brought before Caesar and he believes you might be from the future, hoping to bring him fortune. One day he questions you,
stu-pot: ciiriianan: sadoeuphemist: writing-prompt-s: Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up. Arepo built a temple in his field, a humble thing, some stones stacked up to make a cairn,
arkoslover: writing-prompt-s: Despite having pink hair, a tragic backstory, and untold magic power, the narrator refuses to make you the main character Nymphadora Tonks and the Non-Existant Side Story.
gnarlygnomes: writing-prompt-s: You are a naval officer closing in on an enemy ship. As you get close, you notice they are not firing back, but signaling you in morse: “For the love of God, sink us.” I signal back: “Bitch me too the fuck”
anonymoustypewriter: sadoeuphemist: writing-prompt-s: You and 99 others awaken in a large room, all confused as to where you are, and how you got there. Soon people start to realize that everybody here is named Jonathan. Except for you. Soon enough,
mentallydobious: dottydayedream: capregalia: dottydayedream: dottydayedream: rainnecassidy: actuallyalivingsaint: petitstar: aniseandspearmint: janothar: misscrazyfangirl321: wakeupontheprongssideofthebed: writing-prompt-s: You’re a
jewishdragon: rameldrive: writing-prompt-s: Your super power is that you are average, at everything you do. no, no- imagine how amazing this would be! you’re average- but the key here is at EVERYTHING you try and do try and get the cure to cancer?
howtobangyourmonster: writing-prompt-s: Your mom admits to you that you have some… supernatural blood running through your veins. But she doesn’t remember what kind, cause she was kinda a hoe. The Mama Mia! reboot I’d love to see…
drinking-tea-at-midnight: writing-prompt-s:Suddenly everyone’s knees are backwards
sentimental-apathy: byjove-cannibalcove: artemis69: aaron2point0: ekjohnston: derinthemadscientist: writing-prompt-s: Four roommates are extraterrestrials who have taken human form in the hopes of learning about Earth’s culture. Unfortunately,
yzghuldar: postmarxed: chauvinistsushi: writing-prompt-s: When you die, you appear in a cinema with a number of other people who look like you. You find out that they are your previous reincarnations, and soon you all begin watching your next life
gear3rd: writingmyselfintoanearlygrave: writing-prompt-s: One day, you lose your wallet, and it is found by a mob boss, who figures out that you aren’t in such a good place financially, and takes pity on you. So they start anonymously sending cash,
bigbeefyladies: writing-prompt-s: Sloths aren’t lazy; they’re just saving their energy. Today, that energy is released. this is singlehandedly the scariest fucking post on this hellsite what the fuck
haiku-robot: dragonsateyourtoast: writing-prompt-s: You’re an angel with a beautiful pair of wings. Just one problem… you’re highly allergic to feathers and your wings trigger your allergy. “Hey,” I said, leaning into the break room, “can
ellighthousekeeper: issabella: writing-prompt-s: You swerve to avoid a squirrel. Unknown to you, the squirrel pledges a life debt to you. In your darkest hour, the squirrel arrives. I showed this to my 5 year old nephew and said ‘what do you think
thelibrarina: writing-prompt-s: You, a time traveler, accidentally introduced twenty-first century slang to Shakespeare. For never was a story of more woeO bard Alexa, play us despacito.
deflare: raphaeliscoolbutrude: writing-prompt-s: “In a game with no consequences, why are you still playing the ‘Good’ side?” Because being mean makes me feel bad. Because my no-consequences power fantasy is being able to help everyone.
pathfuckery: jumpingjacktrash: copperbadge: akielosrises: crazymuff1n: writing-prompt-s: At long last, The Chosen One has been discovered. Working as a cashier. With no interest in doing anything even slightly more difficult. yeah because there
falling-pineapple: writing-prompt-s:You wake up with other versions of you from past lives in a white room. A computer in the middle of the room says “please press the START button.” Once pressed, it shows a blueprint for your next life. You and
ribbonsflyingoutthewindow: actuallyalivingsaint: petitstar: aniseandspearmint: janothar: misscrazyfangirl321: wakeupontheprongssideofthebed: writing-prompt-s: You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a
tree-of-blue-squirrel: sweetiepie08: blackaquokat: feynites: writing-prompt-s: You can bring dead people to live again, but for every person you bring back, you have to sacrifice one body part Me: *plucks out another hair* Sadistic Genie: Okay I
deadbonessinderhellaton: writing-prompt-s: As you die, you wake up in a fiery place. You quickly realize you’re in hell. You ask the next demon why you are there, as you lived a very good life. “You’re not being punished”, he says. “You are
th4nkyoub3n: writing-prompt-s: You run a tattoo parlor. Every couple of weeks, the same customer comes in, always requesting the same tattoo: an additional tally mark on an ever-growing cluster of tally marks. “what are you counting” “how many
theitalianscrub: flavoracle: writing-prompt-s: A Genie offers you one wish, and you modestly wish to have a very productive 2017. The genie misunderstands, and for the rest of your life, every 20:17 you become impossibly productive for just 60 seconds.
sedfierisentio: writing-prompt-s: The Anti-Christ came and went, but no one noticed because he wasn’t worse than the current state of the world already is. The rapture followed, but no one went to Heaven, so we didn’t notice that either. We’ve
reyssamidalass: lavabendinggemqueen: writing-prompt-s: Cthulhu, as an eldritch being, sees humans as humans see insects; which is to say, harmless but inexplicably terrifying. #cthulhu chasing humanity around with a shoe while crying #cthulhu
Inktober Prompt 8 (Teeth) is looking like a multipart story
alexaloraetheris:writing-prompt-s: You have just been abducted by an alien race, only to discover that they only kidnapped you because they needed someone outside of their hive mind to be the dungeon master for their game of D&D. I sent this
nehirose: anotherhawk: writing-prompt-s: In the afterlife, souls can see how many living people still know you once existed. You, who had lived a fairly normal life, finally saw the count drop to 0 just 200 years after your death. 500 years later, 95%
lonelinessisadisease:writing-prompts-re:A murder mystery where every character believes themselves to be responsible for the death, and tries their best to cover it up.The real kicker is that the guy died from natural causes.
