Inventive Writing Prompt Round-up #41

This week's collection of writing prompts from my Tumblr blog:

#281 If your protagonist could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?

#282 You can’t go home again.  Or can you?  Has your main character stayed home? Or was he a person who couldn’t wait to move as far away as possible?

#283 They were sad when it was over.  So they started up again.

#284 The plane rose in the air.  She looked out the window at the landscape below, trying not to grip the armrests quite so hard.  Then a noise, like a pop, and the plane shook.  “Don’t worry, its just turbulence,” the man beside her said.  But she didn’t know whether to believe him or not.  Should she? 

#285 Oh God, not that.  Anything but that.

#286 Two men walk into a bar and realize there are only women inside.  Tall women, short women, gorgeous women, plain women.  What gives?  Is it a gigantic book club meeting?  A lesbian bar?  A feminist convention? Do the men stay? What happens if they do?

#287 She opened the window to let the cool morning air in, but instead, what rushed past her was …..

 I love it when you guys post starts from these prompts in the comments!


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#281 My protagonist is a loyal companion; he only goes where I want. The only problem is deciding where. It depends on how long. If I can stay three months, I go to Rome; that destination is not even up for debate. Unless a fairy mother of some kind touches my shoulder, I can’t stay three months anywhere. The most I can ever hope for is probably three weeks. In those circumstances, I want something unusual. In this day and age, you can’t even go to Mount Everest without meeting someone from your neighborhood. Europe, China, and all of the… Read more »


#287. What rushed past her, was the overwhelming sense of peace and love. She had been rejecting love, and keeping herself “safe” for so long….but now, it was unstoppable, and she could only allow it to overwhelm and flood her soul……

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