Writing Prompts for Creative Writers

Dastiary

Dastiary

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So because I enjoy creative writing, I have several writing prompts to give an interesting story writing experience. I'll update this thread once a week with a new prompt. Anyone who feels like using the prompts found here, please feel free to write all you want. Share it in this thread, PM it to me if you don't want it public, or just use the prompts to get those creative juices going. I look forward to seeing what you all come up with. I may even join in and post my own writings for each prompt every now and then. ^-^

Prompt number one reads as follows: "You're a detective on your city's police force. A dead body has been left on your stations steps. The body looks exactly like you."
 
It was an chilly autumn morning, one of my first as a detective, in fact, when three officers rushed into the station asking for me. They said a corpse with a bullet wound to the head had been left outside the station. Just deal with it your bloody selves, I thought, but followed them out anyway.
He looked... exactly like me. For a while I just stood there, trying to process what was going on, before an officer ~ Officer Michaels, according to his name tag ~ spoke up.
"Sir, you good?" he asked politely.
"I guess, but..." I replied, dumbfounded.
"Don't worry, sir, its just a doppelganger. We find 'em all the time..." he said weakly. Turning to the two other officers, he whispered loudly, "Aight guys, we all know somethin' spooky's goin' down. I vote we leave Mr. Detective here to deal with all his karma voodoo doohickey, and go out for some donuts."
I may have said a few words that I do not regret in the slightest.
"Alright, sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to put your hands behind your back. You're under arrest for verbally assaulting an officer of the law," said Officer Michaels, pulling out a pair of handcuffs.
One of the other officers, Officer Alli Karson, held him back, saying "Michaels, he's our superior, you can't arrest him. Were you taught nothing in the academy. Superiors can do whatever they want with their subordinates. Whatever they want..." She looked oddly fevered, despite the fact that we were standing out in the cold.
"Actually, only half of tha~"
I was interrupted by the third officer, Officer Garrison. "So, are we gonna get donuts or should I question the suspect?" he asked indicating a stray dog across the street. Frankly, I was quite astounded by the whole event.
"I don't really think that's possible, Garrison..." said Michaels.
"Ya never know what dogs carry in their mouths these days. Have you seen Barkzooka 2? Those dogs do some crazy things," Garrison said, as if his point were at all valid.
"I wouldn't mind testing it out. I'll just need you to put your gun in my mouth, Detective," said Karson, licking her lips for some reason.
I coughed. "That won't be necessary, let's just get this thing down to the morgue." Michaels and Garrison proceeded to carry it down to the morgue without a body bag or gloves.
"You're right, it was a stupid suggestion. Punish me however you see fit," said Karson meekly.
"Don't worry about it, it was a common mistake," I said, despite the fact that it most definitely had not been a common mistake. Truth was, I felt sorry for her. She seemed innocent... Stupid, but innocent.
I decided we should probably head down to the morgue to see if there was any progress on my doppelganger. On the way through the station, the chief of police stopped us.
"Karson, I trust you haven't been bothering our fine, young detective here," he said. Karson headed down to the morgue and he then turned to me, "Has she, um, tried to use any strange handcuffs? Pulled out odd weapons? Perhaps a whip?"
"No, sir. We actually just met today."
"That's good. If she starts talking about her dad, just ignore her. Carry on."
I then headed down after Karson, utterly confused by today's contents.Once I was in the morgue one of the forensics guys approached me.
"Detective," he greeted me. He then brought me to a table with a covered body. Michaels, Karson, and Garrison all stood there just eating donuts. "We have discovered that the victim was not really your'e doppelganger..."
I was stunned. If he looked exactly like me but wasn't my doppelganger, then what was going on? "But..."
Ignoring my protest, he continued. "He was in disguise..." He paused letting the statement sink in. "This is what he really looks like," he said, pulling off the sheet.
He was wearing Groucho glasses. Nose glasses.
I retreated backwards out of the morgue holding up both middle fingers. I exited the station, only to find that stray dog sitting at the bottom of the steps.
"Woof."
 
Dastiary said:
So because I enjoy creative writing, I have several writing prompts to give an interesting story writing experience. I'll update this thread once a week with a new prompt. Anyone who feels like using the prompts found here, please feel free to write all you want. Share it in this thread, PM it to me if you don't want it public, or just use the prompts to get those creative juices going. I look forward to seeing what you all come up with. I may even join in and post my own writings for each prompt every now and then. ^-^

Prompt number one reads as follows: "You're a detective on your city's police force. A dead body has been left on your stations steps. The body looks exactly like you."
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You are summoned by the king of a prosperous kingdom. The king needs someone to save his pet dragon from his daughter who turned evil long ago. You are given a map which leads to the last known dwelling of the evil princess. It is now up to you to decide whether or not you will save the kidnapped dragon from the evil princess. Also, the king promises to make you his successor if you succeed in rescuing the dragon.
 
I stood before the king, and responded after having been summoned and having the commission explained to me. "Sire, I am your most important champion knight, I realize. But if you were to marry any of the eligible women who would willingly join with you and she would bear a child for you, that child would certainly become the true heir. Because I care for justice and making things right, I would still go and restore the dragon faithful to you to the best of my ability. I will still expect a reward at least equal to the right compensation for all my efforts and accomplishment in this, as your faithful knight." I still looked at this map that I was then handed. I said, "I see this shows your wicked daughter Esmillia was last known to be at her ornate winter resort residence, to the west. I will go there immediately to check, but realize that at this time she may already have left that. She may be on her usual circuit, but I will check for all possible evidence for any deviations that she may have chosen, with my great ability for that. There is no further need for persuading me, Sire. I will go immediately with the great powerful mount, the White Aerocorn, who will help in the most important missions, and will be of great assistance in dealing with any of the machinations of Esmillia your daughter. Farewell, you will hopefully see me again within few days showing you what success I can manage." I strode out from his presence then, knowing well my liberty as his great champion knight and faithful subject among those of this rather divided kingdom. I went right to the cathedral where the White Aerocorn would often be, and found him there. I spoke of this important mission, that the faithful dragon would be recovered from that wicked Esmillia who had abducted him, to bring back to King Edmittar again. When I mounted I rode out on the great White Aerocorn, and we flew from there to head out due west, with me bringing my easily carried weaponry along.
 
I could really continue a story like this. And it is just from a prompt, leaving it open enough. I am here still to engage with other writers telling stories. Otherwise I might keep writing my own story here, and easily choose to do that. I am showing I can write, still.
 
It was a distant region in the outskirts of the kingdom, a long way from the king's castle, and while the great White Aeriform flew rapidly, it took much of the day until the winter resort residence was seen further ahead. Beyond it was the great wilderness, and past all that was a distant kingdom that there had just been a little contact with over the past several decades.

The great White Aerocorn landed on a wide pavilion right before the residence at the great front entrance for the arrivals. The White Aerocorn told me, "I can continue in to the residence with you, I may be of assistance."

I agreed, and I strode forward to that door with the White Aerocorn right behind me. I pulled the cord that would announce the new arrival to those within. Shortly the great door was opened, and a man in his thirties dressed ornately stood there, and he asked, "What is the meaning of your arrival at this time?"
 
I answered, with the great White Aerocorn right behind me, "I am come under the order of King Edmittar to speak to the Honored Esmillia with the message I bring specifically for her."

He answered, "This would make sense if she were here. But she has moved on, this is not the time when she would be here."

"Then tell me sir where she would be right now, that I can actually reach her."

"The Honored Esmillia has gone to the Spring Training Ground, but she might not be there still. Then she would have gone where she should be since then, at the Prominence Reception Hall."
 
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