Fantasy Short Story Prompts 소설 & 이야기

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

She had wanted to write a Fantasy novel to break away from her writer's block or rather the huge boredom she had developed from writing too much romance. Well maybe the strange creature lurking in her dreams may have also inspired he rash decision but was she going to tell Ray? No. She was going to write Fantasy gor sure. Maybe about a Werewolf? She wasn't sure but it was time to do her research.

Four other people were sitting around a large oak table and they all looked older than me but they gave me a small smile when I sat down in the empty chair at the end. The teacher was a woman named Clara who had very bright eyes and she told us that today we were going to write a short story about a character who has to find their way home. She said that home did not have to be a building or a city and that it could be a feeling or a person. She gave us all a fresh piece of paper and a black pen and then she turned on some very quiet music that sounded like water falling over rocks. I looked at the blank page for a long time and I felt the familiar weight in my chest but I decided that I was

He felt dizzy from the excitement in his heart, and his entire body went limp. He clenched his other hand and pressed it against his mouth. '16 cm? 18? 20? It's so fucking long and thick!' Uea felt like he would love to die in this dream. He wouldn't have imagined that Ryan could keep such a thing under his official clothes. Wait, was he also the one who wrote this part? Uea shook his head. He wasn't so bold. How could he make the main character enjoy such a good thing? Hmmph, he wouldn't do that.

I asked. She explained, “Well for the elves & fairies with little magic, in the winter time when it snows, if you’re pure-hearted, you’re granted a wish if you stand in the snow and wish for something at midnight.” I mumbled, “That sounds wonderful. I wish I could stand in the snow at midnight and be granted a wish.” She asked, “What did you say? You’re speaking too low.” “Nothing. I was wondering how did I get here. Did you summon me? Something took over me and brought me here. Was it you?”

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?

With each stroke of my pen, I breathe life into characters who dance across the pages, their stories unfolding before my very eyes. The anticipation builds, like a crescendo in a symphony, as I eagerly await the moment when Professor Steven's prompt will be revealed. Will it be a challenge to create a fantastical world filled with mythical creatures? Or perhaps a prompt that delves into the depths of human emotions, exploring the complexities of the human psyche? Whatever it may be, I am ready to embrace it wholeheartedly, to immerse myself in the depths of my imagination and let the words flow freely.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

Enjoy! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

--- The Universe Writes Back On countless worlds, under countless skies, storytellers wake from dreams they don’t understand. They feel warmth in their hands, as if they’ve been holding something luminous. When they write, they don’t know where the words come from. When they sing, they can’t explain why the melody feels familiar. But the Flow knows. It moves through them, reminding creation that it is still alive. And each of those stories, each spark of imagination, adds another thread to the endless tapestry.