One Shot Prompts Novels & Stories

Almost immediately, she slid into my DMs: [Mrs. Schmidt, I'm not trying to break up your marriage. I just want to have this child. Life is precious.] Wow. She couldn't wait to tell me she was pregnant, like she was doing charity work or something. I left her on read. A few minutes later, she messaged again: [Mrs. Schmidt, I'm telling the truth!] By then, I'd already saved all her posts and photos. Screenshots on lock. Finally, I replied: [What are you saying? You're pregnant? It's Neil's?]

And then the camera shifted as she turned around. Gabriel’s lungs completely lost their oxygen. Standing just two feet ahead of her was a little boy. He was wearing bright red rubber boots, holding a plastic toy, and looking up at the shelves with an expression of pure, unadulterated arrogance that Gabriel saw in his own mirror every single morning. The camera caught the child's profile, the sharp, unmistakable square of the jaw, the high forehead, and even from a distance, the striking clarity of his eyes. Behind the girl's coat, a tiny hand was visible, holding a little girl with dark curls close to her side.

They're not letting me get another clean shot, at least not without making me bleed for it. My eyes flicker across the ice and I see Kai up ahead, he's cutting across the blue line, his stick tapping against the ice. I don't hesitate. Faking a pass right, I then quickly send the puck flying toward him, as soon as it flies forward, a body collides with mine. I go down hard, but I hear it, the sharp slap of Kai's stick and the sudden roar of the crowd that tells me we got another shot in. Blinking through the sting in my side, I push myself up just in time for the horn to blare signalling a shot was made.

Good thing I keep cash on me-those three who promised to foot the bill have vanished into thin air. "How does this work?" I murmur, eyeing the bright white booth. Props are stacked in cardboard boxes, headbands hanging on metal racks. I scan the instructions, then turn to my three companions. "Okay, guys-six shots, ten seconds each to pose. Let's pick out our props first!"

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

I yelled, natatawa na. Pinagtitinginan kami ng mga taong nadaan at natatawang tinitignan ang aking ina. Her eyes widened in shock. "I-I didn't notice-" she then burst out a frustrated growl as she glared at me, bago naglakad papasok sa kanyang kwarto. Natawa ako atsaka pumasok na rin sa aking kwarto. Makalipas ang isang oras, simula na ng shoot. It's a photoshoot for an advertising company. I'm promoting the said product. I'm wearing a two piece bikini in the shade of black since it's what they want.

On the last trip before Zeke Malone and I were set to register our marriage, someone clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me into the bushes to assault me. Zeke and my sister, Crystal Bianco, arrived just in time to "save" me. That was when I heard Zeke switch to French and ask her, "Did you get enough footage just now?" "Yeah," Crystal answered back in French. "But isn't this unfair to Lizzie?" Zeke's voice turned grave. "The man was only acting. He never actually went through with it. We just needed the footage. As long as I don't hold it against her, that's all that matters. "Besides, you could win a Pulitzer for breaking this story. That's what actually matters here." I lay in

Lina leaned in, her grin wide and flawless, and snapped the photo. “Perfect,” Lina said, checking the image. “Ooooh, this is fire. The vibes! The colors! The whole aesthetic! My one million followers would go crazy for this.” Rivera squinted at the screen. Her eyes looked bigger, her cheeks caught in the glow of the lights, and somehow, she looked alive. “Caption time!” Lina said, fingers flying over the screen. She typed quickly, muttering, “‘Girls night, neon lights, and zero worries ✨🍸 #VibesOnly #DrinkUpBabe’, oh yes, this is going to slay.”

“Okay, listen, people. I have thought of one, and we call this getting to know each other.” Dylan moved slightly away from her, furrowed his forehead, and laughed. She hit him in the arm and scoffed at him. “This is an adult game,” She laughed at her words. “I was just kidding, but this game is called One Shot, One Secret, One Truth.” “I don’t like this game,” I shook my head and stood up, but Sky grabbed my wrist and pulled me down gently. I did not fight him and sat again. “You haven’t heard it yet,” Anya uttered. “We will have one shot, then we have to tell one secret, one truth, or any order we like, but the rule is ‘NO’ follow-up questions. Fair enough?”

There is a curtain from the roof down that extends to wear I'd be sitting, someone placed a wooden stool on it so the floor and backdrop are if the same color. I sit and pose, I'm horrible at this. "Alright, these pictures are great, but you're not unleashing what I want you to. Give me a look you'd give an asshole who keeps hitting on you," Gideon prompts and I do just that, flash! the light goes off in my face. Like that, he keeps giving me imaginative instances, I'm actually loving this. It's like it's just me and the flashlights in the universe. "Last picture, imagine your boyfriend or crush naked before you," Gideon says and subconsciously, Damien's face appears in my head.