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Welcome to the next in an ongoing series of writing prompts in the Worldbuilding community ! I'm aiming to post one of these each Sunday. They aren't a replacement for the excellent daily prompts from

“So, the thing is, what we want to do is use what the snake and the spider know to help us get more goodies into our diets while staying healthy.”

Pixabay When Ink Flows Unlikely Sraf put on his hiking boots again as if he were going to go far away. He quickened his pace to escape the torment of his family: Kilia, his wife, and Romu, his three-year-old

English The nest “You have to decide whether to get out of there, or you’ll lose me. I can’t keep being in a long-distance relationship with you that’s going nowhere.” Jess sounded a little annoyed. “Honey,

It was October and I was in love. It was perfect.

source “ A rolling stone gathers no moss,” as the saying goes, but a stone cannot roll on its own unless an external force or pressure is exerted on it. Ndimadi Nnamdi was born in a rural area of Badagry.

George is a newcomer. He's very intelligent, but he disguises himself as the dumbest kid in his class. His classmates mock him and stuff like that. ‎ ‎But I myself didn't actually know why he is doing

It takes me about fifteen minutes, give or take, to drive home from work. Today, I arrive within eight minutes. Yes, I am meticulous like that; every second of my life counts. You may wonder why I drive

His compass fell into the river and was swallowed by a carp. "Oh dear Lord, I am lost,” Emin despaired. He looked at the dense forest. With luck he could retrace his steps and return to the village.

”In every one of us, there is a cell that only disappointments can unlock, and a throne that never settles except through tears.” ​ A Note from the Author’s Soul ​”For two long months, I sat on the threshold

The prompt today is large. My grandfather died last year and left me only one thing. A large pair of brown shoes. I was angry. My cousins got land, got money. I got large shoes that could not even enter

When time is stripped from a being’s life, even pain loses all meaning. Our story begins right here: with Vanessa, submerged in an endless sea of agony, existing in a realm where life itself has no time.

Every morning, Daniel woke up with two things beside him: his sketchbook and an empty wallet. The sketchbook was filled with drawings, faces, houses, streets, and dreams. Some people told him he was talented.

When I was in middle school, I failed a grade for the first time. I felt like a total failure, and disappointment washed over me. I truly believed that my journey had come to an end. However, a conversation

Your bestie's dad is WHAT?

“Don't take my photograph yet … I gotta get more glitter on my good side first!”

inject the poison Hello #freewriters, happy weekend. I trust you are well. Welcome to my blog. Once upon a time, in my local church, we had a very tall coconut tree that threatened the church building.

Image generated using AI / Created with AI It was a quiet night out with my two friends—there were three of us in total. After spending time together, we put out our campfire, packed our things, and drove

Image Credit: Chat GPT Daniel was standing just a few feet away from the pair of shoes. He watched as the owner ran across to the other side of the road and boarded a taxi. He waited to see if the man

From behind a tree some distance away, Chioma watched the open window of the maid’s room at the back of the mansion. She frowned. It was the same room she stayed in throughout her teenage years working