Writer's Café discussion

SIX WORD STORIES (these are just a bunch of writing prompts): (view spoiler)[

"The smallest coffins are the heaviest."

"Brought roses home. Keys didn't fit."

"Strangers. Friends. Best friends. Lovers. Strangers."

"One bullet is a lifetime supply."

"Mom taught me how to shave."

"Introduced myself to mother again today."

"I just saw my reflection blink."

"Passengers, this isn't your captain speaking."

"Dad left; a flag came back."

"It's our fiftieth, table for one." (hide spoiler)]

Where did you get those? Are there more?

I found them on Pinterest! Yeah, here's a few more:

(view spoiler)["I met my soulmate. She didn't."

"Goodbye mission control. Thanks for trying."

"Voyager still transmitted, but Earth didn't."

"An only son, a folded flag."

"'Just Married!' Read the shattered windshield."

"Siri, delete Mom from my contacts."

"Jumped. Then changed my mind."

"He hit send, then the tree."

"Ever seen chalk outlines that small?"

"What's your return policy on rings?" (hide spoiler)]

Just Google 'six word stories' and a ton will come up!

omg, "goodbye mission control" really got me. i like that one, i think i'll use it for something (as an inspiration of course).

Yes, I loved that one! Feel free to take any of them, I think that all of these could be used in entirely different ways. :)

roleplay plots found @ tumblr

(x) — reincarnation au: muse a and muse b were destined to be together. even as centuries pass, in each generation, muse a and muse b will always meet and fall in love. sometimes it’s love at first sight. sometimes it’s through time. sometimes they don’t get along right away — but it is inevitable. however, muse a retains their memories from past reincarnations and knows for a fact that something always happens. no matter what they do, muse b always dies in some tragedy or something keeps them apart. so muse a has to make do with the limited time they have together until they are parted once more and wait until they meet again.

(x) — say something i’m giving up on you au: where muse a is in a coma and muse b is their significant other and when it’s clear muse a isn’t going to wake up, muse b moves on. BUT THEN muse a wakes up. and muse b isn’t there. and angst. lots of it.

(x) — au where instead of having your soulmate’s name tattooed on your wrist, each pair has a unique birthmark ( like a moon or a star or maybe it looks like a hotdog idek ) in the same spot on their body (n˘v˘•)¬

Zombie Apocalypse
Natural Disaster Apocalypse
War Apocalypse
Disease Pandemic [non-zombie]
Kidnapping Victims
Stranded
Experiment Subjects
Boarding School
College/University
Trailer Park/Hicks
Affluent/Rich As Balls
Adopted
Kiss With A Fist
Super Heroes
Panic Room
Terminal Illness
Mafia
Royalty
Arranged Marriage
Pen Pals/Online

space au (✿◠‿◠)
law enforcement au (◕‿◕✿)
historical au (◡‿◡✿)
military au (｡◕‿◕｡)
bodyguard au ლ(╹◡╹ლ)
college au (▰˘◡˘▰)
supernatural beings are known au (✿◠‿◠)
office au (◡‿◡✿)
high school au (｡◕‿◕｡)
restaurant au (✿◠‿◠)
circus au (◕‿◕✿)
western au ლ(╹◡╹ლ)
sports au (▰˘◡˘▰)
coffee shop au (◡‿◡✿)

Fallen Angel AU

You’re wandering. Without reason, without purpose, simply… wandering. It’s night. The air is cool and the sky is dark, but you like it like that. It’s peaceful, freeing. But the air grows colder, colder, colder, and light appears in the sky. You look up, and it appears as if it’s falling. As if the sky is breaking apart and fear grips your heart for what is happening?

The light is blinding and you close your eyes, for should the light become too bright you fear you may go blind. And then, the Earth shakes. It shakes and shakes until you fall to you knees and then… nothing.

You open your eyes, and you rise to your feet but you freeze for before you lies a figure, naked and bleeding and you step closer, closer, but the figure doesn’t move. You near it quickly, for whomever it may be, it is certainly hurt. Your hands grip pale flesh and you shake them, words falling from your lips in cautious concern and it’s then that you notice.

It’s back is bleeding, raw red slits carved in to otherwise smooth skin and all around, everywhere, in the trees and scattered across the floor… feathers. Some are white, pure as newly fallen snow. Others are black, as black as the night sky. You sit back, the figure moves, and your hands begin to shake.

It opens it’s eyes, a brilliant hue the likes of which you’ve never seen before boring in to your own startled gaze and you know you will never get those eyes out of your head so long as you should live. And you know what it is but you cannot speak it’s name but you know that it’s scared, that it’s frightened and you don’t know what to do.

What do you do?

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Omfg i love that fallen angel plot

ikr? same reaction when i saw it

Like i want so bad now idk how but i want haha

That could totally work for a 1x1, or a group or something idk i just want haha

well go ahead hehe that's what it was made for after all
u know u want it

Haha i gotta figure out if i wanna use it as group inspiration or for a 1x1 or something or even just something for solo writing