» User
One Word Writing Prompts | Get Inspired to Write | Creative Writing Prompts | Writing Inspiration | Journal Prompts | Writing Exercises | Writing Ideas | Writing Challenges | Writing Motivation | Writing Prompts for Adults | Writing Prompts for Kids | Writing Prompts for Teens | Writing Prompts for Beginners | Writing Prompts for Fiction | Writing Prompts for Nonfiction | Writing Prompts for Poetry | Writing Prompts for Screenplays | Writing Prompts for Short Stories | Writing Prompts for Novels | Writing Prompts for Memoirs
read
write
sign in/up
jaymebelle
Change your cover photo
Upload
Change your cover photo
Upload
Change your cover photo
jaymebelle
This user account status is Approved
crew
The crew in her hair were merely illusory.
transport
I had nothing to think about, so I put words in my mind about how the transport in London was just covering up for route taken between worlds. And for a little while I could truly believe it.
railroad
Trains run both ways.
junkyard
Well, I met you at the junkyard, you were looking kind of pale. Wondering if any of the colours matched any of the books that laid on your bed. You said look after me when I'm lost, it's hard for me to make sense of things, when all my feints have fallen and my mind is searching for memories that don't make me long for the past.
siren
Tired of living my three different lives, all this noise like a constant siren in my head feeding me more reality than I can bear to take.
serene
Imagine everything, tiny composed bedfellows and interrupted dreams, disturbed by my onliest desire for a scalp-born feathering. It may have occurred to me to leave this serene sight, this portrait of faucet water and rindless fruit, but I remain here instead, lawfully, past this dark.
bear
Bear with me, bury your neck and chin so I don't have to encounter somebody brooding over my shoulder. It is so isolating in these wastes, far from any place or person I am fond of, so we journey quickly from one place to another to avoid enduring such sorrows of the skin.
watch
I can't tell the time, it confuses my insides.
motel
I sleep to escape her, because I can't keep burying her in the garden.
divide
Books in rows with speckled spines, crooked perhaps, and all with missing pages; they are now scattered all across the mahogany floorboards which grace the deep divide between your feet and mine.
load more entries