Reddit Writing Prompts

Alarms blare throughout the facility. Screams and gunshots echo through the halls. The rookie scientists around you are in panic. You sip your coffee at the breakroom table in peace, "just another tuesday." You state calmy.

A stranger introduced themselves as you biggest fan. You thought they were crazy. Then they showed you a book with a picture that looks eerily like you. You read the first chapter and it follows your morning perfectly from your perspective. Your heart nearly stops when you notice the genre.

You just found the cure to cancer and governments around their world are trying to silence you for profit… it turns out the cigarette companies hired people to keep you safe since their best customers would live longer

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.

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!"

"Listen. Those dishes need to be washed, these lights need to be kept on and these bills gotta be paid. I don't care if I'm the only one able to defeat the big bad guy- I'm not working for free."

“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're doing gods work," the angel said while handing you a cease & desist letter, "we demand that you stop."

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.

You were happy with getting an A+ on your "vampire myths" essay, with a comment about how you did excellent research, but you thought that was the end of it. A few days later, though, you open your door to find a vampire and a vampire hunter on your porch.

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

Captcha isn't about stopping bots. The "Are you human?" boxes to stop something far more sinister.

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.

You are a retired super heroine. Your son has recently gained superpowers and secretly moonlights as a super hero. He sucks at lying, though, so you've known since the beginning.

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."

You're a superhero's sidekick. But he doesn't pay you, so you're also moonlighting as the minion of a supervillain your hero never faces. Until one day, he does.

"I can fix her" said the delusional computer scientist staring at the genocidal sentient super computer.

She's a battle-scarred, jaded super-soldier loaded with biomechanical upgrades and chemical augments. All she wants to do is wear cute clothes and paint.

Most villains betray their henchmen and right hands when things get tough. But not you. You stick by them and they go through hell and back for you. Always.

Everyone has a number above their head showing the number of writing prompts they've read about numbers above people's heads.

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.

Your superpower is to "respawn" anytime you get killed or seriously injured. While initially dismissed as you're otherwise a normal human the cape scene is slowly learning to respect and/or fear you.

Demons are known for disguising their contracts as seemingly innocent agreements or promises. One day, the girl you made a "pinky promise" with when you were young shows up at your door.

Nearly all your life you lived on the streets. People ignored you at best and reviled you at worst. Then you got superpowers and those same people begin to lecture you about “altruism,” “duty,” and “responsibility.”

"But before we start this video, only 99.99% of people watching right now are subscribed, so please consider subscribing. Bob, please just Sub. You are literally the only one who isn't."

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!