Bella
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My brain hurts. I'm a writer. DnD campaign in the works (Unutia). I don't have enough OCs.
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So a couple of friends and I are going to start a writing challenge in November. The plan is to write 1k words a day so I probably won't have time to write new prompts :( but also it means I'm gonna write my book more :)
October 25, 2024 at 9:37 PM
So a couple of friends and I are going to start a writing challenge in November. The plan is to write 1k words a day so I probably won't have time to write new prompts :( but also it means I'm gonna write my book more :)
#writingprompt
Sleep deprived, eyes heavy, thoughts tangled. Everywhere she went, glimpses of herself appeared—in windows, screens, and even puddles. Each reflection seemed to hold their gaze a beat to long. Sounds muffled, colors muted. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, palms damp with cold sweat.
Sleep deprived, eyes heavy, thoughts tangled. Everywhere she went, glimpses of herself appeared—in windows, screens, and even puddles. Each reflection seemed to hold their gaze a beat to long. Sounds muffled, colors muted. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, palms damp with cold sweat.
October 25, 2024 at 9:33 PM
#writingprompt
Sleep deprived, eyes heavy, thoughts tangled. Everywhere she went, glimpses of herself appeared—in windows, screens, and even puddles. Each reflection seemed to hold their gaze a beat to long. Sounds muffled, colors muted. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, palms damp with cold sweat.
Sleep deprived, eyes heavy, thoughts tangled. Everywhere she went, glimpses of herself appeared—in windows, screens, and even puddles. Each reflection seemed to hold their gaze a beat to long. Sounds muffled, colors muted. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, palms damp with cold sweat.
#writingprompt
Sweat and blood mingled on her face, tears tracing icy paths down her cheeks. Exhaustion weighed upon her; every muscle ached in the biting cold. Standing firm against the relentless storm, snow stung her skin like needles. Her breath came in ragged gasps, visible in the frigid air.
Sweat and blood mingled on her face, tears tracing icy paths down her cheeks. Exhaustion weighed upon her; every muscle ached in the biting cold. Standing firm against the relentless storm, snow stung her skin like needles. Her breath came in ragged gasps, visible in the frigid air.
October 24, 2024 at 6:48 PM
#writingprompt
Sweat and blood mingled on her face, tears tracing icy paths down her cheeks. Exhaustion weighed upon her; every muscle ached in the biting cold. Standing firm against the relentless storm, snow stung her skin like needles. Her breath came in ragged gasps, visible in the frigid air.
Sweat and blood mingled on her face, tears tracing icy paths down her cheeks. Exhaustion weighed upon her; every muscle ached in the biting cold. Standing firm against the relentless storm, snow stung her skin like needles. Her breath came in ragged gasps, visible in the frigid air.
#writingprompt
I call it the blues. Since I was a kid, fragments of what could be slip past me, fading into nothingness. They’re usually blue outlines of people trailing from their owners, or trees swaying in a different direction.
I call it the blues. Since I was a kid, fragments of what could be slip past me, fading into nothingness. They’re usually blue outlines of people trailing from their owners, or trees swaying in a different direction.
October 23, 2024 at 6:07 PM
#writingprompt
I call it the blues. Since I was a kid, fragments of what could be slip past me, fading into nothingness. They’re usually blue outlines of people trailing from their owners, or trees swaying in a different direction.
I call it the blues. Since I was a kid, fragments of what could be slip past me, fading into nothingness. They’re usually blue outlines of people trailing from their owners, or trees swaying in a different direction.
As a writer, one of my tricks to solving writers block is to write something else. However, I am now 2 books, 3 short stories and 1 DND campaign, deep into my procrastination.
October 23, 2024 at 12:45 AM
As a writer, one of my tricks to solving writers block is to write something else. However, I am now 2 books, 3 short stories and 1 DND campaign, deep into my procrastination.
Currently I'm just going to be writing 'prompt style' posts about characters that I already have and slowly build up a collection of new ones! And maybe it might help me actually flesh out my characters.
October 22, 2024 at 7:33 PM
Currently I'm just going to be writing 'prompt style' posts about characters that I already have and slowly build up a collection of new ones! And maybe it might help me actually flesh out my characters.
Writing Prompt:
I thought my time would end quickly. Life would slip away. But instead, everything froze. In the moment when everything should have faded, I stood beneath a shadow, vast and unyielding.
I thought my time would end quickly. Life would slip away. But instead, everything froze. In the moment when everything should have faded, I stood beneath a shadow, vast and unyielding.
October 22, 2024 at 7:28 PM
Writing Prompt:
I thought my time would end quickly. Life would slip away. But instead, everything froze. In the moment when everything should have faded, I stood beneath a shadow, vast and unyielding.
I thought my time would end quickly. Life would slip away. But instead, everything froze. In the moment when everything should have faded, I stood beneath a shadow, vast and unyielding.
Writing Prompt:
I wake to a blinding light piercing my eyes. I try to blink, but my eyelids won't move. The intense brightness burns, then dims as the light shifts away.
"Oops, sorry about that," a cheerful voice says.
A round face appears above me—rosy cheeks, squinted eyes, a warm smile.
I wake to a blinding light piercing my eyes. I try to blink, but my eyelids won't move. The intense brightness burns, then dims as the light shifts away.
"Oops, sorry about that," a cheerful voice says.
A round face appears above me—rosy cheeks, squinted eyes, a warm smile.
October 22, 2024 at 5:29 AM
Writing Prompt:
I wake to a blinding light piercing my eyes. I try to blink, but my eyelids won't move. The intense brightness burns, then dims as the light shifts away.
"Oops, sorry about that," a cheerful voice says.
A round face appears above me—rosy cheeks, squinted eyes, a warm smile.
I wake to a blinding light piercing my eyes. I try to blink, but my eyelids won't move. The intense brightness burns, then dims as the light shifts away.
"Oops, sorry about that," a cheerful voice says.
A round face appears above me—rosy cheeks, squinted eyes, a warm smile.
Writing Prompt:
He stood in the dim glow of a few candles, a bloody leather apron draped over his white cotton shirt, stained with the hues of toil and fatigue. His arms hung limply at his sides, sweat dripping from his bowed head.
He stood in the dim glow of a few candles, a bloody leather apron draped over his white cotton shirt, stained with the hues of toil and fatigue. His arms hung limply at his sides, sweat dripping from his bowed head.
October 21, 2024 at 6:09 PM
Writing Prompt:
He stood in the dim glow of a few candles, a bloody leather apron draped over his white cotton shirt, stained with the hues of toil and fatigue. His arms hung limply at his sides, sweat dripping from his bowed head.
He stood in the dim glow of a few candles, a bloody leather apron draped over his white cotton shirt, stained with the hues of toil and fatigue. His arms hung limply at his sides, sweat dripping from his bowed head.
I think I'm gonna start writing short stories/prompts on here for inspo and to help with writers block. Feel free to use these posts as a way to write your own story!
October 21, 2024 at 6:00 PM
I think I'm gonna start writing short stories/prompts on here for inspo and to help with writers block. Feel free to use these posts as a way to write your own story!