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Write a story about a man who is like a snail. You cannot use the word “snail” in the story. He has to be technologically savvy. He is obsessed with food in some way. He has the fashion sense of a priest. He lives in a city that is very flat, and he can walk…

A character who travels only by train at night. Do not write about the daytime. The character must be on the way to an appointment. They prefer to be alone, so any other characters they meet must quickly exit the story in any way you see fit. The character is carrying something they are compelled…

It isn’t really his grave. It’s what we choose to remember Of him, his heart, his help. It was a monument and memorabilia All mingled and mangled with memory. He was a madman and a good man. He was childish and respectful. He valued his mother above all else, A thing we stupidly mocked. He…

That twisted soul That omnivorous droll Rock and too obvious to roll Slitted toll Crispy knoll I favor the mint and the wicked to the dole The spice and the nice to make a quaint hole And that ain’t all there’s quite a ball every fall there’s every type of squall The further this goes…

I still don’t know what you meant to me after all these years You stick to my consciousness, bolstering my fears The past shines in in shades of cliched remembrance That time our cheeks brushed in the summer, against the fence You stand in a rogue’s gallery of loves lost but not in vain We…

This is where it happens In the blood, the muck Where it gets dirty The mess, the chaos It’s agnostic to Everybody This is when it happens When the chips are down When time is out The blur of inaction Of aprehension Of doubt and wait This is how we get down to the marrow…

Oh how easily you give up your life for comfort How easily you accept the death of your self for a fraction of peace Did you think you’d be better off? Did you think that your pain would go away? Some of it would Some of it would stay and pester a festering hole in…

Mid-evil phantoms of a past gone awry Scepters and schemers just waiting to die We eat and feast for many reasons why No rules, no laws just you and I Medieval stories are our every day Suffer, survive, make them pay We’re all gonna die in our own way Only fate knows how long we’ll…

I was just hiking when I found the little red box sitting at the side of the trail. It was just sitting there in the leaves, looking extremely out of place. I was spending the weekend at a friend’s country house, looking for some time away from my thoughts, my life. I had been obsessing…

Fiction writing prompt: The first result of google search for “Fiction writing prompts” on June 22, 2021: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/ Selected entry: The first entry on the page: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/general/write-a-story-about-characters-going-on-a-summer-r/ Approximate time writing: 10 minutes It was summer. Heat glared in through the car windows down the highway. The Atlantic Ocean rumbled mutely on our left. John was…