There’s a whisper on the breeze, and if your heart wasn’t pounding so hard in your ears you might be able to make it out. You fight to calm your breath and look around at where you are, hoping to find out what else might be here with you.
Is this place familiar to the POV? How and why are they here? What is the whisper on the breeze? Is something else is here with the POV? How does this experience differ from what POV expected?
The field below doesn’t look how you remember. It smells different too. And maybe it’s your imagination, but it sounds different. There’s a stirring inside of you as you sweep your eyes across the scene.
What does the field look like? What does it smell like? Is there a sound? What is the significance of this field to the MC? Is the stirring one of relief, dread, horror, joy?
Your chest constricts. Exhaustion overwhelms you to the point where you’re not sure you’ll ever get up again. To be here…you never thought you would be here. You wondered. Theorized. But never truly believed it. This changes things forever.
You stare out at the world around you. Fifty years ago, the landscape looked much different, felt different. You recall a conversation you had with someone yesterday about it, and if you look closely, you can still see traces of the world that once was. You think about what has changed, the decisions that led to this, and wonder. Was it worth it?
-What year is it? -Was the character alive fifty years ago? -What has changed? -What does the landscape look like now? -Colors? Sounds? Smells? -How does the character feel? -Is this earth or another planet?
The edge of the platform begins at the tip of your toes. You stare down into a seemingly endless abyss. There’s a roaring sound in your ears. Goosebumps raise on your arms, and your heart races faster and faster. This is it. This is the moment. This is the moment your life changes forever.
-What is the platform you’re standing on? -Where is it? -What is in the abyss? -What is the roaring sound? -Is there anyone else there? -Is this a literal scene or a metaphorical one? -What happens next?
What a better way to begin a new month than with a writing prompt? I hope you enjoy this one!
A song is playing. The rhythm tingles into your limbs, stirring emotions deep within. A memory springs up, a painful one. It weaves its way from a blurry whisper into a vivid imagining that feels so real you are transported back in time. Colors, smells, sounds, sensation. You wish the music would stop.
Hello everyone! Here is another writing prompt to help stimulate your muse! Hope you enjoy!
There is red in the air. From every angle, it’s all that can be seen, or is just all that you can see? Beads of wet liquid are running down your skin. Your awareness pushes away from the vibrant red and opens to your other senses: Sounds, loud and distant, distinct, eery; a smell–it’s familiar, but you’re not sure why; emotions well inside your veins, calling you to action.
– What is the red in the air? Is it the sky? Ceiling? Something else? Is it the environment or a fixation of the POV?
– What is the wet liquid running down the POV’s skin? Is it sweat? Tears? Blood? Something else?
– What is the smell? Why is it familiar?
– What are the sounds? Are they soothing? Calming?
– What emotions are welling? Fear? excitement? Anxiety?