#creative writing
Jealousy Prompts
"Maybe I am a little bit jealous. But who wouldn't be?"
“Does he not know that we’re together?”
"Please, go with them if you like them so much better."
“You’re naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.”
“He shouldn’t go after other people’s girlfriends!”
“I’m not jealous, I’m being absolutely reasonable.”
“Have you even told him about me?”
"Jealous? Me? Pff. Never."
“I never would have thought I’d ever be jealous about that.”
“People are staring at us.” “Well, let’s make them jealous.”
“Jealousy doesn’t suit you. I like to see you smile more.”
“Hey, look at me. I’m yours and no one can change that.”
"Oh, so they are just a friend, right? That's what you're telling me?"
“I don’t like them all looking at you.”
“What would I be jealous about?”
"Maybe you should back off a little."
"I just want to have a good time, I don't need your jealousy all night."
"Why do you insist on flaunting him in my face?"
“I didn’t just imagine that!”
"Oh, you're so jealous. This is great to watch."
"This is your work place, leave the boyfriend at home next time."
"Why would I ever be jealous of someone like them?"
“He’s so obvious. It’s embarrassing.”
“Do you want to make me jealous?”
"I can't understand what you would see in them."
“Are you jealous?” “No, I’m not!” “Oh, you really are jealous! Wait, why would you be jealous?”
"Can you please stop being so jealous for one second?"
"I trust you, I just don't trust them."
"Jealousy is not a word I'm familiar with.
"Shut up, I'm not jealous!"
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Text: The ballroom is the manor’s beating heart, but only when it is full of dancers. Only then does the house breathe, floorboards shivering, locked doors clicking open in unexpected places.
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creweemmaeec11 · 9 hours
Skimming off the top
"Relax, I'm not about to chop your head off," the villain mused, rounding their desk to instead lean back against it. They eyed the henchmen in the chair before them, "But I know you've been skimming money off the top. Don't dig yourself a deeper hole by denying it. Just tell me why,"
Despite the villain's calm demeanour and even reassurance, henchman was undoubtedly shaking. He knew this had been a bad idea. He was about to pay for it.
"I... I needed the money-"
"For *what*?" The villain pressed.
"My... my wife she-"
"Diana? Is she alright?"
Henchman was shocked his boss even remembered her name, but he forced himself to press on, "no, or- yes- well, kind of? She uh, she's pregnant,"
"That's amazing news," the villain replied. They sounded genuinely happy, "Are you worried about not having enough to properly start a family? You could have spoken to me about a raise,"
"No no! It's, well, there have been some complications in her pregnancy. The pressure ruptured her appendix-"
"My god, is she okay!?" Villain gasped in horror.
"Yes! Yes she and the baby are fine, but the surgery was expensive so I'd been skimming to try and pay it off,"
Villain sighed, "why didn't you just tell me in the first place?" They asked. They seemed genuinely confused.
"I- what?" Henchman stammered.
The villain rounded the desk again, sitting back down on their chair, "how much more do you need to pay it off? My calculations tell me you've skimmed about $2000 already, correct?"
"I- yes, sir. I still need $6000," he replied. What was happening here?
Suddenly villain pulled out a chequebook, "Don't get me wrong, you're still in trouble for skimming behind my back. I'm no tyrant, if you need money desperately like this, just come to me next time. We are grown-ups; we can work something out. For now, we can take it off your paychecks until it's been repaid, once this has been settled," villain explained, before standing back up and handing over a check signed for $6000. "Let me know if you need any more, okay?"
Henchman was stunned, "I- I- yes- yes sir- I- thank you-"
"You're welcome," the villain nodded, "That being said. I don't want to see you skimming again. Got it?"
"Absolutely sir, it will never happen again,"
"Good," Villain nodded, sitting back down into their large office chair, "now go home,"
The henchman's eyes widened, "but I thought I wasn't getting fired!"
"You're not," villain smiled, "but your pregnant wife just had surgery. You're on mandatory leave until her doctor clears her health, got it?"
The worker's eyes widened even more, "I- yes, yes sir. Thank you so much,"
The villain nodded, looking down at their desk again, scribbling something else on a different paper. After a moment, they glanced up to see the henchman hadn't moved. They raised an eyebrow as if to say "why are you still here?"
It was because the worker felt like he couldn't leave. He had expected such punishment, but this was...
He forced his legs to stand and walked out, heading straight home. His wife would be thrilled.
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soulwr1ter · 18 hours
The heaviest things to carry are those things that were never meant for you to hold.
-J.Wool, The Heaviest Things, Soul Whispers
Las cosas más pesadas para llevar son aquellas cosas que nunca fueron pensadas para que las sostuvieras.
-J.Wool, Las Cosas Mas Pesadas, Susurros del Alma
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whiskeyandkisses · 14 hours
i started a fiverr!
helloooo hello one and all.
basically: i'm in great need of money - my job has underpaid me and i don't have enough to pay for rent, gas or electric this month without me and my roommate being in serious trouble. so i'm starting writing commissions, and am offering three different packages as seen on my brand new funky fiverr.
(If none of the above packages work for you, I also have PayPal, so DM me here or on Discord at astraveria#0420 to see what we can do and to discuss pricing options!)
i'd absolutely love to write for other people and hope this can be a positive experience coming out of a genuine necessity, so i look forward to hearing from people! For examples of my writing so far, you can check out two PDFs of my work listed on my Fiverr page, or just have a sneaky little look over at @thelxveinterest, my writing blog. WHAT I'LL DO - any fanfiction you'd like, provided i can research characters and bug you with a bunch of questions... - i specialize in experimental horror, and i love messing around with second person pov, so if there's any crazy, wild shit you want written, i'm your girl - i'm happy to work off prompts for original fiction, or help you world build and design characters (i'm a sucker for villains, and consider myself an expert in them) - pretty much anything you want if you pitch it well enough
WHAT I'LL... DON'T? - real people fiction, or anything that involves minors in situations they should not be in - excessive nsfw or full smut pieces (am happy to imply) - anything to do with extreme self-harm or suicidal ideation
I also reserve the right to turn down any request if I feel I'm not capable or willing to write your piece. If this happens, I'll happily issue a refund via Fiverr, or discuss with you any changes I can make to make sure we're both happy.
Thank you all, and I hope I get the opportunity and honour to write for you soon :)
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An Affair (Hero x Villain)
Warnings: cheating, mentions of domestic abuse
“You don’t love him.” Hero leaned forward, their eyes pleading. “You love me.”
Villain looked away, closing their eyes, and Hero’s heart broke.
“But it doesn’t matter, does it?” Hero’s eyes burned. A chasm opened in their chest. “You’re leaving with him anyway.”
“You don’t understand. I can’t—” Villain squeezed their eyes shut like they could block out the world that way.
“Oh there’s plenty I don’t understand,” they spat. “Like how you can sneak around with me, telling me you love me, and then go home to a man who doesn’t care about you!” Hero pressed the ice pack to their lover’s bruising cheek. “Or how you can whisper you love me while we make love, but then say you’re choosing him.”
Villain’s hand covered theirs over the ice pack. The touch of their hand had Hero looking into their soft eyes again. “He’s my husband. I have to leave with him.” They shrugged before wincing as the movement pulled their stitches. “I took the vows.”
The mixed determination and regret in their eyes made Hero’s heart shatter all over again. They couldn’t listen to this. They couldn’t listen to the love of their life list reasons for why they had to stay with their abuser. For why their lover chose that asshole over them.
They ripped their hand away from Villain’s, making them hold the ice pack on their own, and stumbled back a few steps. “We were married once. Does that mean nothing to you?”
Villain’s eyes closed. “Hero—”
“No! Stop making excuses for him! He hit you!” Hero thrust their hands through their hair, desperately pulling at the roots. “He lost the right to be called your husband after that!”
The tears that fell from Villain’s eyes had Hero falling to their knees in front of them. They shook their head, the ice pack dropping into their lap. The bruises on their face stood out sharply against the flushed skin. The cuts from the shattered mirror had stopped bleeding an hour ago but Hero knew the deep ones would scar.
“It’s not his fault,” Villain whispered, staring at the ice pack in their hands. “It’s mine. I shouldn’t have told him about us. You warned me not to, and I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have made him angry. It’s my—”
Hero surged back to their lover, cupping their cheeks. “It’s not your fault.” They ducked their head to look Villain in the eyes. “He shouldn’t have hit you! He’s—”
“He’s right though,” they whispered.
Villain looked exhausted. More than they ever had in any fight. Sitting on the counter under the warm lights in Hero’s kitchen, they looked broken.
They looked like they were ready to give up.
“He’s not—”
Villain pulled out of Hero’s gentle touch. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t have ever done this in the first place.”
“Have an affair?” Hero didn’t move from their place between their lover’s legs. They dropped their empty hands to the counter on either side of Villain’s hips, caging them in. Holding them, even when they couldn’t. “Or fall in love and get married?”
“We’re enemies,” Villain whispered, a fresh wave of tears spilling across their cuts. “We shouldn’t be anything but that.”
“And he’s your husband.” Hero stepped forward until they could feel the heat of their lover’s skin, even through their clothes. “You and I are enemies, yes. We had a messy divorce.”
Villain’s laugh was wet and weak, their chin wobbling with the effort not to fall apart.
“But I never hurt you.” Hero lifted their hand slowly—enough time for them to pull away—and cradled Villain’s face. Their thumb traced a gentle line across their lover’s cheekbone, mindful of the injuries. Even amongst the bruises and scrapes, Villain’s soft beauty still made Hero’s heart pound. Especially their beautiful pleading eyes. Always so full of emotion. It was one of things they loved most about them.
“I never took my anger out on you. Not even when we are on opposite sides of this ridiculous war.” Hero’s other hand reached for Villain’s own. They threaded their fingers together. “He’s your husband now, and he hurts you worse than your greatest enemy ever has.” Their thumb made another sweeping pass, this time to catch the tears as they overflowed.
They held Villain as they trembled. “How can you reason that away? How can you convince yourself it’s okay that your husband makes you bleed more than your nemesis. I am the villain of your story,” Hero whispered, pressing their foreheads together. “And I take better care of you than your husband does.”
Villain broke. Their body shuddered as the sobs racked through them. They clutched Hero’s wrists, tugging them desperately forward as the dam broke.
Hero swore. They wrapped their arms around their lover and pulled them in tightly. Villain buried their face in their neck and broke down entirely.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Hero wound a hand through their hair and wrapped the other arm around their waist. Villain wrapped their legs around Hero’s back and clung to them desperately. “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t want to go back,” Villain admitted with a cracked whisper. Their body shook with the force of their sobs. “It hurts so much. I don’t want to go. Please don’t make me go back to him.”
“Never.” Hero lifted their lover into their arms and carried them to the bed they’d shared not too long ago.
Villain clutched them tighter, shaking. “I don’t want to go. Please. I just want to stay with you. Please don’t make me go.”
“I will never let you go,” Hero swore. They didn’t let go even as the trembling pair fell against the pillows. “I am never leaving you again. And I’ll kill him before I let him come anywhere near you.”
An almost laugh fell out between Villain’s sobs. “You won’t. You’re too good for that.”
“He is nothing. Insignificant. No one will notice if he disappears.” Hero pressed a kiss to the crown of their head and held them as tight as they dared. “For you, I’d do anything.”
I will keep you safe, Hero swore silently. Even if I have to become a villain to do it.
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letswritesomenovels · 13 hours
If January 1st is going to be the day we decide we’ll really sit down and focus on starting/getting back to/finishing that novel, we have to do something in December to prepare, right?
Inspired by one of my best writer friends, I’ve created a four-week fiction writing challenge with twenty days* of holiday-themed writing prompts to get your creativity flowing!
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Enjoy the season with small writing prompts dedicated to savoring the season and flexing your writing muscles. We’ll start off small in Week One, with descriptions of various holiday concepts. Then, we’ll expand in Week Two to holiday odes, poems, and songs. In Week Three, we’ll get into retellings, playing with stories that already exist. Finally, in Week Four, we’ll dive fully into original holiday scenes and stories.
And just to make everything that much easier and more put together, I’ve created both:
an editable Google Docs workbook to complete the prompts in. Just follow this link, go to “File,” select “Make a Copy,” and write away!
a progress tracking chart!
I hope you join in and enjoy! 
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Deep Water Prompt #2860
Blood speaks to me, a rare and deeply mistrusted form of clairvoyance. I don’t drink it, but if I rub a little over my gums, it will tell me everything I want to know. 
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purgatorypoetry · 6 hours
make a poem of more than words,
a hundred loves,
a million hurts -
reflection fading like an echo, lingering taste,
jettisoned juniper and jasmine and jade,
claw and tooth and palm and blade -
canned purpose and autoclaved austerity,
receipt confirmation in block coded parity -
heart and mind and soul all in schism,
error-correcting mechanism
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schuylerpeck · 16 hours
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excerpt from today’s love letter
schuylerpeck / instagram: hiitssky
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shesilk · 11 hours
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— j.h 11/30/22
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soulwr1ter · 18 hours
The bird of my heart 
is perched on the tree 
of your soul, listening to the 
song of life that rises 
so sweetly from you. 
There is a calm I gleam 
from each of your heartbeats, 
one in which the lyrics are 
dancing inside the breath 
of my lungs. A song that 
sounds like love that does 
not burn, but warms me 
with a peace that soothes 
my existence like cool water 
to these scorched bones 
that are reborn as pearls and 
this scarred skin heals becoming
golden beneath the kiss of the 
loving gaze of your fingertips 
that found the true me buried 
beneath the pain. It was not a 
song that sounded like love, 
it was love the moment you 
embraced me and saw me as 
the beauty of light that had 
birthed itself from the darkness. 
I became love the moment you 
lifted my wings and blew on my
feathers becoming the wind to 
help me reach the sky from which 
my voice that had been dormant 
for years suddenly spilled out,
my numb heart just could not
realize what you were saying
to me. You patiently waited for me
to remember the melody of your
name and now, it is the blood that
fills my veins with a blushing dream
that flows from my lips easily with
all the warmth of my being to serenade 
you the way you devoted yourself 
praying for me to awaken. Here is 
your blessed kiss from which 
brings forth the lush fruit born 
from the flowers of my existence 
that serenade you with the 
sun of their colorful light.
-J.Wool, Serenade of Life, Soul Whispers
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lebuc · 19 hours
* all on the spectrum becoming, are we.
encoded at a cellular level or by a socio-existential one
here to eternity we sojourn; mental, spiritual maps in hand
guiding us through the fog of fortune or mis - however it's percieved.
ah - we note the yellow light of our sun, also denoting a streak in our lesser moments;
orange juices our breakfasts, a tantalizing tang tamping our thirsts;
we see red, blood red, i'm afraid, when we add anger to the mix;
the green green grass of many a grove, is deemed an envious hue as well;
we know all about the blues & shun them for sky views & indigo imbues the 'children of hope' among us;
on many occasions, royalty reps & drapes violet, whose ultra’s span is beyond our daily perception.
these descriptors - pithy, perhaps poetic, pitch elemental, it appears...
sadly, we still grapple with most spectra, that are to us applicable
though outside of the visible band;
shunning in ways despicable throngs, shadowed by the attendant shade,
held at bay & apart from life’s simple song by the harsh, risible wave
of a heart-hardened hand. * 11/22 - lebuc - spectrum
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isabelcanasauthor · 17 hours
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Vampires and vaqueros face off on the Texas-Mexico border in this supernatural western from the author of THE HACIENDA.
As the daughter of a rancher in 1840s Mexico, Nena knows a thing or two about monsters—her home has long been threatened by tensions with Anglo settlers from the north. But something more sinister lurks near the ranch at night, something that drains men of their blood and leaves them for dead.
Something that once attacked Nena nine years ago.
Believing Nena dead, Néstor has been on the run from his grief ever since, moving from ranch to ranch working as a vaquero. But no amount of drink can dispel the night terrors of sharp teeth; no woman can erase his childhood sweetheart from his mind.
When the United States attacks Mexico in 1846, the two are brought abruptly together on the road to war: Nena as a curandera, a healer striving to prove her worth to her father so that he does not marry her off to a stranger, and Néstor as a member of the auxiliary cavalry of ranchers and vaqueros. But the shock of their reunion—and Nena’s rage at Néstor for seemingly abandoning her long ago—is quickly overshadowed by the appearance of a nightmare made flesh.
And unless Nena and Néstor work through their past and face the future together, neither will survive to see the dawn.
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theworldofprompts · 16 hours
An ancient warrior guards a temple and a mystical artifact within, from a thief that regularly tries to steal it.
Except the thief doesn't even want the artifact: they're just doing it for attention since they have a crush on the guardian.
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lifeofbrybooks · 19 hours
You don’t have to make yourself the villain of every story and you don’t have to try so hard to be the hero to make up for it and you don’t have to suffer for your own narrative.
You can just be.
I promise.
You’re allowed to just be.
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