Creative Writing Prompts

“Wait, AGAIN?”

“If we’re assigning blame then this is your fault for leaving me alone with explosives in the first place.”

“I don’t know about you, but I think not dying was a pretty good birthday present.”

“Well I can’t do both.”

“It’s the middle of the night and I just watched our house catch on fire and it was 100 percent your fault. Don’t touch anything else.”

“Yeah? What’s your point?”

“The plan was going great until we got arrested.”

“You know, before yesterday I had never jumped off the top of a building.”

The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook.  

It was the most dramatic coffee shop she had ever set foot in.  

Everything was covered in snow except for a perfect circle right in the middle of the yard.  

It was a mishap, clearly. The wrong letter got delivered to the wrong place at the wrong time, and exactly the wrong thing happened as a consequence.  

She kept all kinds of odds and ends in a little trio of silver pots. She said it had a kind of magic to them. Turns out she was right.

They found a body in the basement, which was a little bit creepy because there was nothing down there a minute ago.  

It was random and silly and barely 1 o'clock in the morning, but they found themselves dancing in the darkened living room to no music and a whole lot of laughter.  

Something stood at the end of the hallway, watching and waiting and perfectly patient. 

Maybe he was bitter and conditioned to expecting horrible things, but he was surprised when nothing ended up on fire.