Novel Prompts Novels & Stories

I'm surprised Jake isn't pestering me, one single time during class. It's the first time this week that my whole attention is settled on what we are being taught right now. We are talking about the basics of a novel, and we are asked to write a short novel to whichever theme we want. Perhaps based on our own life experience or whatever we want, writing it throughout the whole period until Christmas break. Our works need to be handed in before that time. My thoughts are now already circling on the theme I could use. To be honest, I have no idea. There's so much I could but nothing I want to write about.

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

Eli’s was deep navy with tiny constellation embossments pressed into the cover. Inside, every few pages contained prompts. Invent something impossible today. Describe the weirdest thing you noticed this week. Write one thing you would fix about the world. Interview someone older than you. Document a mystery. Create a map of somewhere important to you. I wanted them to learn observation. Reflection. Creativity. Also selfishly? I wanted pieces of their minds preserved somewhere forever. Eli pointed dramatically at the journals like he had just uncovered political corruption. “She did it again.” Ava gasped softly this time.

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

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I have to read about court proceedings and anything related to lawyers' work. And I couldn’t count how many novels I have read so as to glean some inspiration from them. Such a challenging task but equally exciting. However challenging it was to write a novel, I enjoy it especially with all the good feedback coming from you. Your support gives me impetus to keep on writing. Thank you for supporting your dear writer. Once again, I’m asking for your support for this novel. Giving me gems, giving reviews and five stars will help me promote my work. Thank you very much.

“Careful. You are clumsy as always.” “Sorry! At least you are here at my side to protect me.” “I will never leave you, so I’ll do anything just to be at your side.” “Promise?” “Promise.” “What are you doing?” “Writing a novel.” “About what?” “About love.” “Who’s your model for your male lead?” “Zeno, my baby, of course!” “You should be the female lead. I don’t want someone else.” “You know how to paint?” “Yes. You are looking for a book cover, right?”

Jane Ann showed Grace how questions could be far worse than letting it go. “Good grief, are you one of my professors from university? That sounds like one of their writing practice prompts.” Now she was getting angrier still from the lack of information. “Well, maybe it’s a good writing prompt. Think about it. You don’t have to say werewolves or where. But write about a what if. What if the public discovered a creature from mythology? But they weren’t ravening monsters, and they’ve existed peacefully with us the entire time? Fighting for our rights and defending the land and people. Would they have earned the right to human rights even though they aren’t human? Think about it. People talking

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.