Microfiction Prompts Novels & Stories

"Something you want but cannot have." Mr. Vance wrote it on the board in clean, unhurried letters, then set the marker down and turned to face us like he had just said something completely ordinary. He had not said something completely ordinary. "That is your prompt for the next two weeks," he said. "Two pages minimum. No genre restrictions. Fiction, personal essay, prose poetry — the form is yours. What I am looking for is honesty. Specifically the kind most people spend their whole lives learning to avoid."

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

Yasmine quietly made dinner. Her cooking was always delicious. The smell wafted into Noah’s room, and he came running out. When he saw her carrying a steaming bowl of seafood porridge, a wicked smile spread across his face. He stuck out his leg, and Yasmine stumbled. The porridge spilled all over her, and the scalding heat made her cry out in pain. But the very next moment, Noah’s loud sobs drowned her out. “Auntie Yasmine, I know you don’t like me, but how could you burn me like this?

Tears streamed endlessly, unstoppable. Our bedroom was filled with memories: photos Adrian had taken of me and portraits I’d sketched of him. Every single one now revealed itself as part of the elaborate trap he’d woven for me. What was there left to hold on to? Footsteps echoed outside. Panic surged. I fled into the bathroom, hands shaking as I unlocked my phone. I found a long-forgotten contact and typed a message. "I want to completely disappear from this world."

Looks like your anniversary plans are ruined again. Her claustrophobia kicked in. The elevator could drop at any moment. Desperately, she texted Richard: [I'm stuck in the elevator! Call the building manager! I don't have their number!] [Richard, save me! It's pitch black here! Please!] Minutes passed with no response. A rumble echoed, and the elevator plunged. She screamed and blacked out.

She sat under one of the trees. ‘ I can’t use my promise properly, I think I’ll just stay here, my partner will do great’ saying to herself. She stayed there for a while and she started getting bored so she decided to catch one and send them to the base. She walks around looking for prey, she giggles as she imagines herself doing some cool promise users moves. She saw a girl standing, she was about to rush towards her when suddenly a man with a mask showed up and took the card of the girl. The girl vanished.

Where in Goddesses name was I? My clothes had been changed to a long nightgown which was rather comfortable. Perverts. I cursed jumping from the bed to the arched window drawing the velvet drapes back. I hissed as my eyes adjusted to the blinding morning light. The trees seemed to stretch on forever were all pine. Shocker, that explains the scent at least. The only thing in sight was a lake and what looked like a small town as smoke poured from a chimney curling out to the sky. I was in the middle of nowhere.

The Promise- The Toy Craig is huffing as he run as fast as he could. He's late and who knows what would happen if he doesn't enter the gate before seven o'clock. He woke up late and it's all thanks to his horny neighbors. Ah fuck! Not there Craig! Remembering what he heard last night still makes his cheeks burn. If only he's not out of budget hell immediately find a new place to stay but unfortunately, he's broke and asking for money to his father is never an option.

Another message. I open it before I can stop myself.

But there was something in his eyes… Something deliberate. “Evening,” he told the room, as if it were just another Tuesday. “Good evening," Lena said, her voice as smooth as she could manage, half a breath slower than her pulse. "Take your seats, everyone. Tonight, let's do a new reflection free-write. No peer review. No format. Only your thoughts on the week's reading." She delivered the prompts with businesslike calm, at least, on the outside. But as she bent over Jace’s desk to give him his, her sleeve had dragged enough that you could catch a glimpse of the sleek skin of her wrist and the barely there edge of her camisole underneath.