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Miscellaneous Dialogue Prompts

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“Thanks for underestimating me; I needed the motivation.”

“Tell me, if our hearts were replaced with clocks, would love more?”

“Someone here has to be hollow; might as well be you.”

“I dont remember your face but I remember I love you.”

“Follow close- there’s no telling what’ll be waiting for us.”

“If you were made to mend broken hearts, you would have been born with a needle and thread.”

“Knowledge and understanding are two totally seperate things I’m afraid.”

“I deserve to be loved, not merely considered.”

“You fell so many by the sword yet you cannot save yourself.”

“Please don’t look away.”

“The problem with people who take down giants, Is they end up thinking they’re giants themselves.”

Romanticizing your own life

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So we are coming to a time on the internet where aesthetics are becoming a really big thing. Things like Dark Academia and Cottagecore are becoming more mainstream. These aesthetics often paint this picture of a beautiful romantic life filled with books and good food and cute outfits. It feels a little unattainable sometimes, especially when your life feels anything but cute (and that’s okay, it won’t always). So here are a few personal tips of mine that make your life feel that much more magical.

Spray perfume in books
So this is really cool because the scent stays with the book and you begin to associate that scent with that story and it’s just so surreal and brings even more life and personality to the story you’re reading.

Actually take baths with monstrous amounts of bubbles.
So showers are great when you wanna save time, but I’ve found that if I really wanna feel like a pampered princess, I can tie my hair up in a silk ribbon and draw some hot water and take a nice bubbly bath. I also recommend bathrobes, especially silk ones because they just feel fancy and good on your skin.

Write letters- like for real letters.
Nothing is nicer than filling an envelope with your personality and sending it off for someone you love to enjoy. It feels so sophisticated plus I guarantee the person receiving it will love it.

Maybe try and keep a diary?
No judging if you don’t keep up with it. Or even if entries are months apart. Just give it a shot.

Actually bake stuff.
When you’re feeling up to it, try baking. It fills the house with nice smells and feels magical.

Try a different genre of music than normal.
Sometimes if your life feels particularly monotonous, it can be because you’re not doing anything different every day. Some patterns are good and healthy but you will probably feel very stagnate in general if you stick with the same old things simply because they’re safe and what you’re used to. This can go for music as well as food and style choices. Experimentation is good sometimes.

Be committed to enjoying the little things.
Romanticizing your own life isn’t even necessarily about doing more “romantic” and “adventurous” things though those are nice. It’s more about finding the beauty in what’s already there. So try and see things in a new light. For me, it means I pay attention to all the quiet moments in life and notice everything around me. Because beauty really is there. It’s almost like a sensory reset. Feeling the warmth of sunlight as if you’ve never felt it before. Noticing the subtle instruments in a song. Noticing the colors that are around us all the time and how beautiful it is that you can perceive them. Life really is romantic if we take time to notice it.

Writing Prompt: The Carnival

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Every year a magical, twisted carnival arrives in your town. It shows up with no warning. No one sees the set up and no one sees it taken down. It just vanishes after a week’s time. Every game here promises magical and immense prizes but the prices to play are often more than you want to pay…

Story Starter Sentences

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“Once upon a time, not so long ago, in a land uncomfortably close by…”

“So, I know it looks bad,”

“What could go wrong?”

“Some nay-sayers will say what I did was “illegal” or “detestable” but I’m here to tell you what really happened…”

“Once upon a time, nothing went as planned.”

“I shoulder have believed them.”

“The clock had stopped.”

“Everything was going so well…”

“I can explain.”

“I few regrets per the moment.”

“I’m not exactly sure where to start, but I guess the beginning is typically the best place, so here we go.”

“The sky above was entirely lit.”

“Once upon a time, the end was met.”

“I don’t know what’s with poet’s obsession with rain. It never did me any good.”

“Once upon a time, I grew up.”

“The sun was setting, but that’s when my day began.”

“Things are very different.”

“I looked into the distance, unable to believe my eyes.”

“So this tale starts boring, not gonna lie.”

“Some say I’m cynical, I warn you.”

“It started with an explosion. Do I have your attention?”

“I may have killed someone.”

“I stopped to catch my breath…”

Writing Prompt: Mind Meld

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You are born with the ability to see people’s thoughts, swirling in a cloud above their head. You’re accustomed to seeing images, faces, and nearly indistinguishable words above everyone’s head as you go about life. Generally their thoughts are pretty “colorless” and don’t pique your interest anyway. That was until one fateful day when you met them.

Red Ink, Blue Ink: Rambles Between Two Parts of my mind

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***

I must admit, I’m so very tired of it all.

Why is that?

There are so many things that need to be fixed in this world.

If you were made to fix broken hearts, you would have been born with a needle and thread.  

***

When you look in the mirror, what do you see? 

Everything I’m not.  

That is a lie that may you feel, but never believe. Remember, A butterfly cannot see its wings.  

***

What is the hardest truth for you to accept? 

You can try so hard and do everything right and you can still meet a sad ending.  

Why do you try then? 

What else do we know but to try.  

Is it worth it in the end? 

I hope so.  

***

I am breaking.  

For a star to be born, something must collapse.  

Does it hurt? 

Everywhere.  

***

How was your day? 

I came home last night. I sat down and was greeted with silence. Is silence loneliness or freedom? 

Only perspective can tell.  

***

People come and go. Why do you bother?  They are rivers, ever changing.  

They come and they go, but I will never forget them. Not even one.  

But do you not miss them? 

If someone leaves, another is met. When a door shuts, another opens.  

But do you not miss them? 

Yes.  Very much.

***

Tell me about the sun. 

It is alone yet still shines.  

Is that all? 

What else is there? 

It is alone, yes, but it is proof that endings can be beautiful.  

Only if you can see the colors. 

You have to look through the clouds.  

But is it not sad? 

The most remarkable things are both sad and beautiful.  

***

What troubles you? 

I’m scared.  

Of what? 

It’s not that I fear that I won’t be loved, but I wonder, will I ever be understood? 

Both would be the greatest gift.  

***

It is heavy, this weight we carry.  

Hearts of gold often are.  

Just because one carries it well, does not mean it doesn’t weigh them down.  

It hurts to care.  Is it worth it all in the end? 

Always.  

Why do I Write?

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Why do I write?

I thought I knew the answer to this question. I write as a coping mechanism, turning any negative emotion I had into words, and letting the ink bleed in my stead. But I never actually knew exactly why. I thought it was simply escapism. Finding solace in a world that I could create and then control. But I don’t think that is exactly right.

When life hits me, really hits me, it is often hard for me to dig myself out of my emotional “hole” so to speak. I know logically that things are going to be alright and that there are brighter days ahead but my feelings seem not to listen. They act independently of my thoughts, trying to assure me that this really IS the end of the world. And so I write. Not to escape but tell myself the truths that I know to be true, over and over again through characters and their story’s. Truths like goodness always pays, beauty is only skin deep, and pessimism really is the thief of happiness. All these truths and more I tell myself repeatedly, assuring myself that these things are true and always will be. I wrote what I needed to hear, at that moment in time when I thought I was lost.

I think that’s why I want to be a writer. Because maybe somewhere, someone else needs to hear these truths too.

Writing Prompt: a Devilish Crime

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Satan has been demoted from head of the underworld and overthrown by another fallen being. From there he was thrown to earth, trapped in a human shell. Driven mad, he goes on a rampage, murdering tens of people. But he is always careful not to leave evidence linking him to the kills. You are a detective and your job is to prove and convict the literal Devil.