Fantasy Writing Prompts

You live in a world shaped like a big Rubik's Cube, the face of each square having a unique climate. Some unseen force periodically twists and repositions the cube, so you never know what friends, enemies, dangers, or resources will be at your borders next.

During the war between angels and demons, humans are the collateral. They are continuously used by the two forces for their advantage until humanity decides to just kill both.

"Any spell can be enhanced by saying the incantation and waiting to use it. The longer you wait, the stronger it gets." You prepared a Fireball immediately upon hearing this, and 20 years later you accidentally release it.

A little girl was recently given a doll, which has turned out to be possessed. Luckily, her older sibling's action figures have been able to thwart the evil doll at every turn.

Dragons do not build nests. Instead, they sneak their eggs into other unsuspecting species and let them raise their young instead. And this "chicken" that just hatched on your family's farm sure doesn't look like any chicken you've ever seen.

“And what do you do with the children? Enslave them? Eat them?” “What? No!” The witch shouted, aghast. “I raise them, of course. If parents are willing to give up their children for greed, then imagine what they’d do to the child, given the chance to raise it?”

The Genie says "You are allowed to choose one object in the English language and you can transform yourself into that object with full control over it. You are allowed to choose words with more than one meaning."

The King of Darkness has died to a sudden illness. His lackeys are tearing his realm apart in a massive anarchic free-for-all. The Heroes are now sent to his castle - not to kill him, but to find and actually bother to read his will.

"You should be aware that casting this spell will legally require me to take your firstborn child" said the Witch, "but the meaning of 'take' was never defined, so I imagine we can figure out a loophole or two that'd work for you."

It’s been 125 years since you were given $1 million and immortality in exchange for being hunted down by a super-intelligent snail with a fatal touch. Everyone you knew at the time have since passed. You are tired of running. The thing is, in the past 125 years, you haven’t seen the snail once.

Knowing the hero would call upon the power of friendship to win against them, the villain simply killed all the hero's friends. What he didn't expect is what the power of grief looked like.

Jesus Christ is born once every century. Each time he takes on a new body and a new name. If he dies at least once not by the hand of man, all of humanity will ascend to heaven. This has not happened yet.

At the age of 16 all witches are assigned a familiar. You are excited for yours as you see your friends turn 16 and get theirs. Cats, Crows, spiders. You are devastated to find out that out your 16th birthday, your familiar is a 27 year old hipster named Frank.

“Let me get this straight. I, a Fae, have spent LITERAL CENTURIES studying the subtle arts of deception, glamour, deceit, and misdirection, and you, a mere human, can just stand there and say things that are untrue?!” “Yeah, that’s about right.”

You run a café on the edge of life and death. Souls who have been departed from their bodies temporarily, such as in comas or near-death experiences, can relax in your quaint cafe for as long as they need before they can either return to their bodies or begin their journey to the afterlife.

The king, after hearing the prophecy about a child fated to depose them, decided to just let the events play out without interfering.

Captured by the Hero's Party, you can't understand why they went from being smug, to horrified, to looking ill over the course of your interrogation. Why were you a "victim"? Why was the healer whispering "it'll be alright" into your ear? You'd just been executing your directives, after all

A child has brought home a "puppy" and is insisting on keeping it. The "puppy" is most certainly NOT a puppy, but seems pretty content with the situation anyway.

"You're not allowed to die without my permission!" The Captain had barked the night before the battle. We laughed then. 100 years later, it's not as funny.

Ever since you were cursed with the inability to lie, you've struggled to navigate a world built on deception. But one day, you discover that your 'curse' grants you an incredible power: the ability to verify any fact, no matter how hidden or unknown.

The fey sneered and laughed, "You declare threshold? What are you on about?" The grimy woman in tattered clothes stood defiantly, "I am not homeless, the street is my home, it is *our* home, and you have crossed the threshold. This domain belongs to us."

Not only did your best friend find out you're a vampire, but he/she wants you to turn them. You try your best to explain the less obvious downsides to this curse.

You’re a party who has just found an ocean of gold coins but from it comes a massive colossal elder dragon. Your party readies for a fight but the dragon coos out “Archi…did you…decide…to..visit..your…grandmother?”

The gods do not answer prayers and are immune to flattery. However, they do respond quickly and fiercely to insults. To perform a magic attack, you must infuriate the appropriate deity and then cleverly dodge so that the response hits your target rather than yourself. Don't invoke -- provoke!

A group of elves is chatting on the table next to you in their native tongue, and the entire party is staring at the ranger who studied elvish. Veins bulging, jaw clenched, fist tighten around the mug he is holding, and face all red as he desperately tries to not explode into laughter.

The afterlife is divided based on where you died. Those who died in Paris spend eternity in Paris. If you die on an ocean liner, you live on a liner. You are, to your knowledge, the first person to die on the moon. At least, you thought so, until you saw the hundreds of others on the moon.

Some pedestrian ran out in front of your truck, and you hit him. So why, now, are you and your shitbox Ford in a strange stone and wood town, with a fox-person yelling into the passenger window directions on how to kill the King of the Liches? Well, at least the fuel gauge is stuck on full.

You are summoned to the realm of men, expecting to make a deal with a foolish mortal, but find yourself in an old library. The book that summoned you here is open on the floor, next to a fallen, unmoving old man...and a dog frantically looking for help. The dog approaches you, whimpering...

Humans have no souls. Their entire consciousness is stored within an organ called the brain. They have no afterlife. This of course, terrifies all the other races.

“I thought the goddess of love would look…different.” The wrinkled old woman waved a dismissive hand, leaned closer, and smiled. “You are thinking of my daughter, the goddess of passion and romance. Dearie, I am the goddess of LOVE.”