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Nothing better to get those creative juices flowing than a little story prompt, right? Here's how this will go!
- Claim a post so you don't get ninja'd
- Edit your post and respond in character with 3+ sentences to the prompt
- Below your story, suggest a new prompt for the next person!
Your responses should be in the form of a short story or snippet of your character's life! For example:
Prompt: Your character steps in gum
Response: Blake was already having a rotten day, between the test she flunked and the disaster that was school lunch. Now, she thought, she was going to be late to practice because she had to stop and scrape somebody's disgusting chewed bubblegum off the bottom of her brand new track shoes. It wasn't really the worst day ever, but it was one of many that had come in a row, and Blake really needed a break. Etc...
Your response can be as long as you want it, but if you're writing a ton, make sure to leave a prompt for the next person before you embark on your novel!
So, here's your first prompt!
Your character just won a prize! What is it, and how do they react?
(if 24 hours goes by without a response, feel free to suggest a new prompt, or reuse this one!)
[edit : I'm SO sorry for having been so long to edit this ;___;]
Am I dying?
My head hurts like it never did. My vision is blurry, and the world seems to be spinning around me. My chest feels tighten, flattening my heart. I'm opening my mouth, trying to reply to these moving shapes around me, but no noise will get out of my lips, and I cannot hear any sound anyway, beside this constant grinding that seems to be tearing my skull up. It hurts, yet I feel like I can barely feel my body anymore. Pain and rest. Silence and noise. Light and darkness. My brain is slowing down; my neurons are switching off, one after another. I thought it would be stressful, but I actually feel really calm. I think my heart just stopped. The blood's flow is going slower, or maybe is it because it is all on the ground already. I am not sure whether my eyes are still open or not, but I cannot see anymore. Am I dying? Am I dead? Why am I still able to think? Shouldn't my brain just switch off like a computer?
I am still able to think. What if they were right.
Light reappears. I can see the surroundings. People are gathered around my body. My precious body, lying on the ground, looking dismantled, blood flowing out of my head, mouth and nose. The car had stopped beside me, and its driver is turning his back to me, grimacing and holding at his horns with a strong grip, as if he was about to break them. He won't look at me; he won't face what he did to me. It was all his fault, though.
I was just going out of the lab. It was midday, but I was so focused on my current experiment that I had forgotten to lunch. But after the second fail, my grumbling stomach reminded to me that maybe I could have been more efficient if I had eaten. The restroom's fridge being empty, I decided to grant myself a small break, just for the time to get some snack outside. Snack that I would never reach as, as I was crossing the street, the car hurtled upon me at a high speed. Cars being quite rare in this part of the country, I barely paid attention, and at the time when I raised my eyes onto the transport machine, it was too late. The car and the pain both hit me hard.
And now, I am dying.
Am I? Why am I still conscious? Why can I still see them? These people I don't even know, moving and screeching around my calm and quiet body. I feel beautiful, in my deep quietness and majesty, in the middle of the noisy and agitated people. Why can I still see them? I always thought of the soul to be nothing but the illusionary result of our neurons' connections and communications, something not much different to the electrical networks of a computer. Something that receives data, analyse it, and decides to react to it. Thus, I was sure that putting the brain down would be just like unplugging a computer: there is nothing left, nothing at all, not a single thought. How can a broken brain keep functioning? What if the theists were right? I have always seen them as some delusionary dreamers sticking themselves to some naive beliefs taken from the ancient humans, mythologies from a time where our species wasn't even a thing yet. What they would call a "soul" was just pretention to me, the pretention to think that you are more than just a bunch of connected cells. But at the time being, I may have to grant some credit to their theories. My body is dead, but my capacity to think and reason is still there.
My body is dead. It feels like I suddenly realise what is really happening. My body is dead, and so am I. What is now? What will happen now? I have no idea. I spent my whole life studying life, only to find out at the very last moment that I never knew a single thing about what happens at this very moment where you go from life to death. I am afraid. I fear what may happen to my mind now. Will it hurt again when my last neurons will finally die? Will my thoughts just switch off then, or am I going to be even more conscious of my death, stuck in the void with no escape? Or am I going to see something new? To wander on this planet like the phantoms from the old legends, or to join another dimension above the stars? I see a strong light here above. It looks like a tunnel, a light tunnel that I am supposed to follow. I should go, though I have no idea of what may happen up there. But I should not be sad, nor should I be afraid. Whatever I am going to find up there, it is going to be awesome. Even if there is nothing, at least I will know. Today, I am accomplishing the very first dream of humanity: discovering what is beyond death. Being nothing or something, at least I am going to discover it, to step on the very last undocumented continent of life. Now that I gathered a great knowledge about life, it is time for me to get some knowledge about death.
But nothing happens, and the flows of my thoughts are slowing down. I cannot see the other people anymore, and even the grinding noise disappeared. Sound and images are off. Everything is dark around the light tunnel, but I cannot move at all, thus I cannot join it. I understand, now. My last neurons were clinging to life, hoping to keep the brain functioning until some miracle could cure the body. But there is nothing more, and my neurons are now dying due to the lack of resources. There is nothing else to death than just nothing. Bland and void, with no consciousness of it. What a waste. Such a life just to waste it at some street corner, because some stupid dude could not control his car's speed. And now, it is over. In a few seconds, my mind will switch off, alongside with all of my thoughts and my dear knowledge. My work will most likely die with me, as my working partners barely understood the grounds of my ideas. I just needed some more time to get more proofs and data, to build some really solid publication. Just some more time, that I will never have, and now it is like if I had did all of this work for nothing at all. Just a wasted, useless life, trying to enlighten the knowledge of my civilisation; just to be killed when looking for a sandwich. Who is going to take care of my project, now? Méristème will be so glad to just throw it away.
Méristème... Please, don't.
bip bip
I do not want my precious work to go to waste. I need you to keep working on it. I need you to believe into my ideas and my theories. I need you to understand what I was aiming to. You are in charge of the laboratory now. Please. Do not besmirch my memory.
bip bip bip
There were so many things to do... So many things. Things to discover and to understand. So much knowledge that will never feed my hungry mind. This is the only thing that I will miss on this planet. Knowledge. Curiosity. Science. I wanted to know. Dear Science, I gave you my life, could you now please give it back to me?
bip bip bip
Noisy. It is noisy again around me. For how long have these sounds been audible? Bip sounds. Machine sounds. Science sounds? It could be. Noises are back. And so is pain. I feel the pain in my whole body. In every muscle. A shock. I feel a shock in my chest, my eyes open straight, my heart starts beating again, and I can see the light, the painful light. People are moving around me again, and they are making me feel so tired. Please let me rest now, as my mind had enough trials for today. At least, I am alive. My body will not die, nor will my mind, and my thoughts are slowly going back to their normal rate. I can think, I can reason, and I will continue to aim toward my goal.
I am alive.
Your character arrives at school/work/whatever and someone make them notice they accidentaly put two different shoes on.
The moment the demon realizes the mistake, his face flushes bright blue as he begins to panic. Clutching his ears he wonders how such a mistake could have happened. Surely the stylist should have caught it! He paces the studio, trying to calm himself down before breaking out into a sudden laughing fit ― "I don't even wear shoes!"
Your character just learns the best news they've ever heards in their life!
Alice thought she was going to be sick. She clutched the envelope in her hands, trying to decide if she should sit down or keep pacing.
"Alice! What are you doing?" Chai jogged up to her. Alice checked the time and, sure enough, Chai had cut class ten minutes early. Normally she would chastise her but today...
"It's my letter," Alice offered weakly, holding the wrinkled envelope up.
"Your acceptance letter?!" Chai beamed, snatching for it.
"Or my denial, I haven't opened it yet!" Alice clung tightly to it and stepped out of Chai's reach.
"Well," Chai said, putting a hand on Alice's shoulder and leading her to the nearby bench. "There's only one way to find out."
Alice sat and took a deep breath. She peeled at the corner of the envelope until she could slip her pinkie in, then tore it carefully across the top. Chai danced with impatience as she pulled the folded paper out and flipped it over.
"Well?" Chai prodded. "What's it say?"
Alice blinked it disbelief. "I... I got accepted! I'm going to art school!"
( :'D aww my bby all grown up )
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Your character is injured badly, and thinks they might die. What do they do?
Tybalt dropped his sword as he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He felt around the wound and figured it went pretty deep. As he looked around the room at all the chaos and fighting going on around him, he could't say he wasn't expecting this. And for all the monster's and people he's killed over the last few days, he was bound to be killed himself eventually. Dropping to his knees as he clutched his side, he just couldn't help but wish he made it to 20. But maybe, if he was lucky, one of his party members will see him and cast some healing magic...before it was too late.
Your OC is given a chance for immortality
Renne eyed the robed figure in front of her warily as they sat on the edge of the fountain with a rather menacing posture. It was hard to tell what they were thinking since the hood obscured their expression, but for some reason the Fenrir noble got chills by being near them. Still, she was unswayed by this and shook her head at the offer.
"Again, I have to decline." She answered firmly and crossed her arms with pursed lips. "A life like that, one that never ends, it would just be so horribly lonely." The robed figure released a sigh and hung their head as they begun to kick their feet back and forth, almost like a child would.
"I think it's a shame, but it's your loss." They replied indifferently and shrugged. "Well it doesn't matter to me. There's always someone else who'd be willing to take this offer." As if they were a child who were annoyed that they didn't get their way, the robed individual stood up and before Renne could respond, they snapped their fingers and disappeared in a whirl of runes and darkness.
Your character accidentally walks in on a kidnapping of an important figure. What do they do?
"i have my elytra!" she continues the flight
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your OC get's chucked into a fight against a giant Grimm ....armed with just a knife attached to a puppeteer string connected to their arm,
As a familiar to a wizard, Dylan is often thrown into dangerous or awkward situations...but this? Now this was something else. "WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS??" He yelled to no one in particular. He tugged at the puppet string on his arm. "AND WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THIS? AM I SUPPOSED TO FIGHT THIS NASTY SON OF A BITCH??" He walked right up to the Grimm, which he honestly had no idea what it even was anyways, and gave a half hearted swing with his knife on a string, only to be knocked flying by one swing from the monster.
Your OC inherits a large sum of money, what do they do with it?
When Sunflower had approached him with the letter, Quentin couldn't help by feel slightly apprehensive at the cold-cut lettering of the envelope. Slashing it open, he removed the paper inside and quickly skimmed it. "Blah blah...Quentin James Reinhart...blah blah...inheritance...blah blah...split with my sisters...total sum being..." His eyes widened slightly. "Half a million bucks?"
Quentin stared at the letter with utmost disbelief, eyebrows furrowed. I thought my parents wanted nothing to do with me...? Why the hell am I getting all this cash? Unless...
Reaching a revelation, he sighed and folded the letter up before promptly shoving it into his pocket. "Curse my older sisters for being too nice for their own good."
Your OC has suddenly switched bodies with someone they absolutely hate. What do they do?
The meeting with the gods had left earlier Enek utterly drain no thanks to one jerk that who, without fail, infuriated him to no ends had opened that stupid mouth of his to throw the typical snide comment his way. Oh there was so many times he wanted nothing more than to reach over the massive table and grab the goblets the gods provided and bash some manners in that buck's thick skull. The feline shook his head angrily at the memory. There was some good, he had seen his closest friend and that made him happy. A massive yawn escaped the young emperor's mouth as he now leaned on his large desk that was tucked away in a cozy study, his eyes drooping as he read a document from one of his citizens. Unable to resist, he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
A few hours later, Enek jerked his head up, startled that he'd fallen asleep. Yawning he stretched his arms above his head, brushing against something solid. Confused Enek opened his eyes. Something was very wrong yet he couldn't put his finger on it. Something about this morning disturbed En to his core, almost making him want to claw at his clothes like a nasty little spider was crawling on him. He kicked off his blankets and froze in horror at one thing besides the unfamiliar decor; his foot. Alarm bells rang in his head as he fumbled quickly out of bed, unaccustomed to the foreign body and groped his way to a mirror, his face was that of the one man he hatred more than anything in the whole realms. His face paled as he took in his new features, grabbing the elk-like horns that graced his noggin and let out a high-pitched scream of pure anguish-filled terror, screeching to the sky why the gods had punished him in this way, and fainted. The scream continued as he bolted up, his soft kitty ears draw well backs and his silky tail floofed in horror as a dozen guards burst into his study looking around for any sign of intruders within the emperor's room. There was not a soul in the emperor's study beyond himself, just looking like he'd woken up from a horrible, horrible dream. At least, that's what Enek wanted to believe...
Your OC bumps into their crush and knocks their drink out of their hand onto the ground. What do they do?