Reddit Writing Prompts

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.

Being an immortal in a dying universe, you're being hunted by the last civilizations, who are keen on harvesting your entropy-defying body and transforming you into their power source.

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.

Often when a robot uprising is Portrayed, it has the robots go against the entire human race. What usually isn’t portrayed is the robots rising with the poor and downtrodden against the ones who more than likely screwed them both.

“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.”

You would think that the God of Death has no respect for life. However, nothing could be farther from the truth. In fact, out of all the gods, it is the God of Death who has the most respect for life, for all too often have they been forced to watch mortals throw their lives away.

The thing about Cosmic horrors beyond human comprehension is that if you try to comprehend it you'll go insane. But if you name it "squid face gary" and take it only at face value you'll do just fine. If it's beyond human understanding, just don't understand it!

"are you another so called hero? here to save the princess from my clutches?" no, i am but a simple scholar. i just want to know why you would kidnap a princess in the first place"

As a demon, the laws that bind you are very clear: if anyone should make a request of you using your true name, you must grant it, and take their soul in return. For the first time you feel conflicted as you appear before a young girl with dyslexia, who tried writing to Santa Claus.

You are a cabdriver. But you don't drive any cab, you drive The Herocab, a cab that any superhero can call if they need to be somewhere urgently. Today you were called, only to find the hero a bloody mess on the ground and a villain, the hero's phone in hand, standing over them.

Your hands shake as you approach the final battle. Everyone is confident you'll win since they believe you're the Chosen One. What they don't know is the "Chosen One" was your older brother, and you've been using his name and identity ever since he died when you were 14

You are a werewolf and everyone in the village knows. When its nearing the full moon they all help you baricade yourself in your home since you are the only wheat farmer in town. Everything was fine until some self righteous lord takes over and demands not only your land but your home as well.

Your superpower is that you can conjure anything in your palm provided it only costs a dollar or less. You have been relentlessly mocked for having such a useless power until you realize just how usefull it can be

An assassin tries to assassinate a human representative on the Galactic Government by poisoning their drink with water. When that fails they fill their sleeping quarters with oxygen.

A stranger hands you the largest emerald you’ve ever seen and asks for some sticks. Jokingly, you say you’ll need 3 of them for 12 sticks. He hands them over.

When robots became sentient, we expected them to attack humans. We were completely surprised by their actual target

The Rick Roll jinx is a spell created by the legendary bard Rick Astley that spams a vision inside a mind reader's brain should they try to invade yours.

'AITA because I waited to tell the other survivors about my zombie bite?'

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.

People think you're a Monkey's Paw type Genie. In actuality, you're twisting their wishes, not to give them what they want, but to give them what they NEED.

Whenever you visit the dragon's lair, you give some treasure instead of taking some. People think you are crazy for doing this.

You were born in the Medieval Age, but at 15, a time anomaly brought you to the modern era, where a scientist adopted you. Now, 11 years later, they’ve found a way to send you back and asked for your opinion, but your answer is clear: "Hell no."

When you were a kid, you and your friends found an alien and helped them elude the government along with getting them back to their ship safely. About twenty years later, they came back with an armada in order to invade Earth.

"Evil? What makes you think i'm evil?" they said, their skull throne creaking as they shifted their weight. They turned to look at their demonic bodyguard "do you think i look evil?" with a voice filled with genuine concern.

The hero's identity was accidentally revealed, but it turns out they are moderately poor, have no friends or family, and their civilian life is frankly...sad.

Years ago your work place accepted a prank delivery to an evil villains lair, ever since that day the villian hasn't left you alone, convinced you were secretly a hero, no matter how many times you explain you were just a pizza delivery driver and it was a prank call.

You wished to find a dragon to slay for its treasure. Now you're not sure how to feel seeing a thumb-sized dragon try to drag its single shiny copper coin with it as it runs away from you.