Other Creatures Writing Prompts

You are a medieval villager who has been cursed by a witch. She curses you to be live until you are the last human alive. After a 1000 years you try to start the apocalypse.

A phenomena begins to occur where newborn babies are found amidst the aftermath of natural disasters. Tsunamis, avalanches, wild fires, destructive lightning storms, etc. These 'Storm-Born' humans grow up with powers based on the disasters that birthed them.

Your dad loved his train set. It filled his basement and included a town, farmland, woods, and plastic figures. He passed away last week, and last night you were visited by two tiny figures claiming their sun has been dark for a week, the train no longer runs, and a rat is terrorizing the land.

You’re a fresh zombie. It’s not like you expected. For one thing, you feel great. Secondly, while you can’t talk, you’re telepathically communicating with the others and they’re all REALLY cool. Thirdly, you all feel a deep and profound sense of joy—a joy you all want to share with the living.

You and your other co-workers have known for a while that something is impersonating your boss. But no one has bothered to say anything because under its leadership the workplace has become an enjoyable place. Today you’re training a new employee when they see the boss eating a delivery driver.

The men in your family die the moment they turn 18, due to a curse cast on one of your ancestors by a witch. You turned 18 a week ago and are still living, and as a result a descendant of the witch has arrived to figure out why you didn't die.

Your fairy godmother is very strange. She dresses in black and red, never takes off her mask, and uses scary magic. However, she genuinely does love you and teaches you what she knows.

The witch grows angry as she stares at the baby in your wife's hands that she had birthed only hours prior. "I wanted *your* firstborn! This is a trick!" She shouts at you. You look at the witch in confusion. Your wife panics. This was quite an exceptional way to learn about the affair.

Due to a pact between your family and an immortal businessman, the man keeps your family wealthy throughout the generations in exchange of safeguarding his immortal pet snail from escaping. You have just inherited the sole responsibility of being its guardian for the rest of your life.

Amused by human "justice", the Fey are giving you a show trial prior to whatever cruel punishment they have planned. You're allowed a lawyer, so you call in a friend. Your lawyer is a djinn, but the faeries won't realise this until their brains are tied in knots

"A watched pot never boils", as the old saying goes. Throughout all of history there has always been at least one set of eyes on the ocean. Today, for a split second, everyone looking at the ocean looked away at the exact same time.

I had thought the monster was looking for me; seeking out my hiding place as it scurried around the house. When it found me in the closet, I yelped in fear, death imminent. Instead, it slithered in beside me, pulled the coats it's hairy body and hissed in a low whisper. "Shhh! It'll hear you!"

You are an immortal, having to deal with the rather troublesome rumour that your blood grants immortal life. However, what those after your blood don't know is that since you can't die, you are an excellent host to several deadly bacteria and viruses-all existing peacefully in your blood.

You are the Black Knight, legendary for transferring your soul into your armor to become able to defeat a dragon long ago. Your body has long since withered away within your steel casing, but you continue to live a relatively normal life in an abandoned castle until a new threat arises.

"Your total will be...wait this can't be right." The cashier turned around and called the manager over. The manager then quickly shooed the employee away as they took over at the register. "I'm sorry for the delay, we haven't had one of your kind in awhile, your total comes to 3 souls."

You rush into a church to stop the love of your life from marrying the wrong person. Not paying attention, you shout "I OBJECT" only to realize it's a funeral. The deceased immediatelly rises in perfect health. All eyes turn to you.

Your partner is upset because you won't share what your child's first sentence was. How do tell them that it was "This form is so limiting"?

You are a werehuman. But you are not a wolf that turn into a human on full moon. You are a regular human who, on a full moon, turns into a way stronger, very angry and hyper-aggressive version of yourself. It is even harder to explain than being a werewolf.

The human brain has evolved to see the world as it expects to see it, not as it really is. Supernatural creatures have hidden in humanity's blindspots for millennia. You have just woken up from a first-of-its-kind brain surgery and can see what's really in your hospital room.

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'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.

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...

The tour guide said that the stone in the center of the village could "only be moved by a great demon lord". Every one snapped pictures and moved on. You stopped to tie your shoes and braced yourself against the stone. You stand there in shock as you effortlessly push the giant stone around.

You are an immortal who has lived for 4,000 years. Your only friend was an elf, the last of their kind. At their funeral, it’s just you and someone you’ve never met before.

You're an immortal who got tired of living and decided to take a nice thousand-year nap in a coffin 6ft underground. 500 years later, your sleep is interrupted by some inexperienced grave robbers.

Every time humanity makes a new discovery, it's only a short matter of time before it's weaponized. This happened with fire, iron, ships, gunpowder, aircraft, and nuclear power, to name a few. In a world shaken by the discovery of souls and the afterlife, this trend holds true.

His daughter was stolen by the Fae. Two decades of fruitless searching later, his time for vengeance has come. He kicks in the door to the Queen’s throne room as she flies to her feet, grabbing the hilt of her sword before recognition flashes across her face. “Dad… what are you doing here?”

Everyone knows that the stange person at the end of the block is not human, but no one cares. The reason why is that they are the kind of thing that gives out king sized candy bars on Halloween, cleans of the snow covered sidewalks of the whole block, and are willing to help with anything.

You’re a park ranger of a very dense forest and you take care of everything, including the supernatural cryptids. One day, a murder happens in your forest and the culprit evades the authorities. You then politely ask the cryptids for their aid in the culprit’s capture. They agree.