Urban Legends Writing Prompts

The lone survivor of an Arctic exploration, you were captured generations ago by a band of tiny warriors. They’ve placed you under an enchantment to do their bidding; heading out into the world once each year as their unwilling emissary. They call you “slave,” or in their tongue, “Santa.”

Thirty years after the apocalypse, a book is discovered. It tells the people of old gods, the strongest, the smartest, the tallest. Places of splendor and objects renowned for rarity. They immediately created a religion, following the Gods shown by the Guinness Book of World Records.

After defeating the Devil down in Georgia, Johnny proudly proclaims he's the best that's ever been. A flash of lightning crashes down and God appears, fiddle in hand. The Devil gets his popcorn ready.

The Grim Reaper is the first human to die, and had taken it upon himself to walk the deceased to the afterlife so that they do not have to feel the loneliness he felt.

It's Christmas Eve 2038. The world has been destroyed due to nuclear war, but Santa, being immortal, has survived, and plans to deliver presents to the few remaining humans locked in their fallout shelters.

You’re the god of small luck, you make the bus late, make pennies appear. You receive a prayer from a homeless man, “Please, I want to get on my feet. A stable job, a wife, some kids.” Normally, you’d forward his prayer to the god of success. Now, you decide to take on the case yourself.

After you die you learn why the Grim Reaper is portrayed holding a Scythe. It isn't to harvest you, it's to protect you from something on your journey.

The year is 12023, you’re writing your thesis on ancient civilizations roughly 10,000 years ago on the gods they worshipped such as Kalel; God of Justice, Zelda; Goddess of Wisdom, Batman; God of Fear, Ironman; God of Fortune and thousands more.

"Father Christmas!" called out the Lord of Halloween across the bloody fields of November. "Your campaign of expansion shall go no further! On my honor, one of us will die before you set foot on October soil! ...We were friends once, Father Christmas! Don't make me destroy you!"

The woman wore a trenchcoat and surgical mask, her hands in her pockets. "Am I pretty?" "Yeah, I suppose," you replied. She removed the mask to reveal her slit mouth. "Do you still think-" "Holy hell! Lady, we need to get you to a doctor ASAP!"

You have been chosen among others to become the gods of a more modern pantheon. After having been unknowingly teleported to some ethereal place, you see everyone else. Each person seems to represent the engraving in front of them perfectly; Gaming, Fast Food, Automobiles… yours reads Internet

For 10+ years a child goes to a forest to play/talk with the fairies there despite local legends of their sadism/cruelty, and afflicting fates worse than death. So when the now 16 y/o child is abducted, the traffickers find out not all local legends are BS when the fairies come for their "pet".

While on a camping trip you snuck away to masterbate. Once you've finished you see that the clearing you're in has almost purposefully arranged stones that you've gotten your seed on, and the whole clearing is surrounded by mushrooms.

Santa lives in the north pole with his elves. Krampus lives in the south pole with… well no one knows. You’ve set out to document exactly what goes on there

Your date looked skeptical. "Yeah, a leprechaun. The myths are mostly bullshit, we're all women. They don't call it the "pot of gold" for no reason, the harder you make me cum, the more money you'll wake up with tomorrow. The rainbow thing is a bit embarrassing though."

Finding a four leaf clover represents good fortunes. So then finding a heart shaped clover meant good fortune in sex, right?