Menu

Menu
Prompts
Contests
Stories
Blog
Directory
Contests
Magazine
FAQ

← All contests

#46 Write It Down

Whether you've been composing stories for years, have a number of published books under your belt, or are just getting started on your craft, if you're here to write — you're a writer.

 

Like our community, our prompts this week are all about writers at different stages. Maybe you'll pick the one that most relates to you at this time, one that provides a retrospective into previous legs of your writing journey, or one that looks ahead to future goals. In any case, we're looking forward to reading your words, writers.

This week's prompts

Write a story about someone experiencing a lightbulb moment of writing inspiration.

Short Story – 139 stories

Write a story that takes place in a writer's circle.

Character – 69 stories

Write a story about an author who has just published a book.

Adults – 88 stories

Write a story about someone returning to their craft after a long hiatus.

Narrative – 185 stories

Write a story about someone who has just finished writing their first story/book.

Adults – 133 stories

Stories

A Queen's Crown

Submitted to Contest #46

 Mia and I walked through Queen's Crossing trail, pushing away overhead branches to clear a path. Mia looked into my eyes questioningly, but I turned away to focus on the trail.      "I heard Queen's Crossing has a magnificent castle to the left of here, almost perfectly preserved!" Mia garbled on about the palace as we neared a sign. It was a bright day, and the woodland seemed even more tranquil than it was yesterday morning.      "You go ahead. I'll meet you here in a couple...

55 likes 12 comments 12
Read story

The Biggest Crime For A Writer

Submitted to Contest #46

What is the biggest crime for a writer? Here, in Writer's Headquarter, it is plagiarism. The act of copying other's ideas and claim it as your own, while discrediting the originator. And I am about to do it. The grass is always greener on the other side, right? You might ask me, "Why are you doing this, Anne?" It is because I am bored with just writing a cheerful, heartwarming story, with limited word count. I am bored with making the characters to have a happy ending. I am bored with creating the main character that is twelve years ...

50 likes 26 comments 26
Read story

All the Knowledge No One Needs

Submitted to Contest #46

She wasn’t sure about these people, clutching copies of their latest writings, ready to be pilloried by perfect strangers around a public library conference room table. “Are you new?” asked an overly friendly librarian.“I’m new,” she decided. It still wasn’t too late to turn around and leave as the stench of uncomfortably conspicuous introverts permeated the room. I’m on the island of misfit toys, she thought. Why did I ever think this would be a good idea?“Please have a seat. We will get started shortly,” the librarian beamed, happy fo...

49 likes 7 comments 7
Read story

What A Book Brings

Submitted to Contest #46

Author's Note : I need to give credit to Caleb Weigt, who unknowingly gave me the idea for this story. This story is sort of based off his story, Good News, so go read it! Enjoy!I woke up one morning to hear my doorbell ding-dong a million times and shouts from outside. I crawled out of bed and changed quickly and brushed my hair before going downstairs and to my front door. Before opening it, I peeked out the window and saw about fifty people standing right outside my house. I opened the door and was suddenly swarmed with reporters and fans...

47 likes 19 comments 19
Read story

In Another Echelon Of Existence

Submitted to Contest #46

Time Remaining: Zero minutes On Friday, Jonas had returned from 1942 with scathed limbs and a throbbing headache - a parting gift he had yet to get used to - for it was his job as a Drifter. Harmonies of swooping grenades and the ricochet of golden bullets buzzed in his ears as he collapsed onto his seat, drowning beneath the luminous stare of white lights that padded the ceiling. "Just rotated back?" Darius asked, tossing a cold pack across the table - a glare was what he'd received for the joking tone. He had stayed back for the fifth ...

45 likes 26 comments 26
Read story

Writers' Group

Submitted to Contest #46

“So, if no one else has any important notices,” Zach looked at the motley bunch of would-be writers gathered round the long table, “we’ll move onto the anonymous manuscripts. Would anyone like to give a brief summary of ...” He consulted his notes. “... of ‘Don’t Go Baking My Heart’?” An awkward silence ensued as everyone stared at the table. “Okaaay. I guess that’s up to me then,” Zack said eventually, trying to keep the despair out of his voice. DGBMH was one of the worst stories he had ever read, but someone sitting at this table now ha...

40 likes 34 comments 34
Read story

Feuding Friends

Submitted to Contest #46

“Flowers do not compete with one another. They just bloom.1“ Abigail and Sarah are neighbors on the same street and go to the same school. Abigail is involved in several extracurricular activities and has an array of hobbies and talents. Other people are naturally drawn to her without having to make much of an effort. Sarah lives vicariously through Abigail is some ways. They have a few things in common like your typical teenager. Abigail is focused and grounded whereas Sarah means well but is perceived by others as one of a kind. Senior...

40 likes 8 comments 8
Read story

Elizé Pena, Author

Submitted to Contest #46

   A little girl sat on her family’s doorstep scribbling furiously in a notebook lying across her knees. She was a small girl of the name Elizé Pena, clearly full of energy as her hand quickly finished a line and zipped across the page to start another. Despite being only eight years old, she was very good at writing in both English and Spanish, and she enjoyed it immensely, even if she didn’t always get every comma correctly placed or every word correctly spelled.     The house behind her back was the...

39 likes 24 comments 24
Read story

Writer's Circle

Submitted to Contest #46

We met at the same date, venue and time, yet everything went so differently that time. That one time. I wish I had helped John on his assignment that day after school that I would never have to see horrors unfold that certain day of my existence I shall never forget. The Writer’s Circle was something I had been going every two weeks, for myself, of course, but also for Melinda. I saw something in her the first time I saw her sit around the semi-circle opposite of me. She gave me an eye, hinting, “well, let’s get this over with”. I responded ...

39 likes 21 comments 21
Read story

To My Dad And To Everyone Who I’m Going To Prove Wrong

Submitted to Contest #46

I stared at the blank page before me, hands poised above the keyboard. It had been two years. Two years working minimum wage jobs, two years since I dropped out of college, and two years since I’d quit writing completely, because, according to my father, “You can’t make a living as a writer. You’ll be a starving artist.” Well, I wasn’t a starving artist. I was just a starving minimum wage worker, which he says is basically the same thing. Between working long hours, eating, and sleeping, my time was limited and I had little-to-none to devote...

38 likes 6 comments 6
Read story

Sequel to the Apocalypse

Shortlisted for Contest #46 ⭐️

1Baldahr Seltro didn’t mean to cause The Great Undead Uprising of the third century (third century post-Reckoning, that was) but cause it he did.To understand how Mr Seltro caused this slight little mishap, one must first understand the difference between intelligence and wisdom. You see, Baldahr possessed plenty of the former — bucketloads, in fact — but almost none of the latter. Intelligence, they say, is knowing a tomato is a fruit, not a vegetable. Wisdom, as the saying goes, is knowing not to put a tomato in a fruit salad. (Not that it...

37 likes 4 comments 4
Read story

That One Line

Submitted to Contest #46

"IT'S FINALLY HERE!"Aden's mother whipped around to find that the source of all that racket was her son."Keep your voice down, Aden!" she retorted fiercely. "At this volume, you'll wake the dead!"Aden scratched his ear, clearly pleased yet guilty for making his mother angry. "I can't help it, mum. I've been working too hard on this."Aden had just completed his first-ever book, and sent it for publishing a few weeks ago. He had been utterly jittery and nervous ever since. His condition alarmed his father to such a rate that he had ushered him...

37 likes 5 comments 5
Read story

The light bulb moment

Submitted to Contest #46

 As soon as the scorching beams of sunlight force the eyes to close a little tighter to compensate the unusual act of her mother, who just draws the curtains to a side to open the window to let the fresh summer air pass through the room. As if a ball of rage has risen in her, as if she wanted to shout out until her lungs would burst, as if she wanted to get back to the same situation she was in, a while before."I was trying to have a nap to boost my thoughts". She wanted to spill out her inspirational thoughts she was having since ...

36 likes 29 comments 29
Read story

The Monocle Man

Submitted to Contest #46

"Poetry is like pliable clay that can be molded into numerous shapes and figures. Our literature defines poetry as a multidimensional cluster of Kshastriya letters and syllables, each phonetic unit playing a vital role in shaping the poem and its core meaning.""Can you please elaborate the importance of Chhanda in an aesthetic Sanskrit poem?" asks one of the lads."It will be easier for you to comprehend if you consider Chhanda as a well-pitched road and all the vowels and consonants as the vehicle speeding on it. If you want to compose a goo...

36 likes 20 comments 20
Read story

The path to Hell

Shortlisted for Contest #46 ⭐️

Lili glanced around as she helped herself to a biscuit. It wasn’t any good – rancid, and old – but she hadn’t come to him for his cooking. The air was quivering hard all around her, hot and heavy against her skin. She couldn’t make out much of her surroundings. “I heard that you’re done writing”, she said, and watched him turn around to look at her curiously. “I suppose I am”, he agreed pensively, making his way back to her. “It feels strange, to finally be able to say such a thing.” They both looked at the Book. From the outside, it was pla...

36 likes 17 comments 17
Read story

How to Write a Novel

Join Tom Bromley for a writing master class and finish your first draft in 3 months. Learn more →

How to Write a Novel
Prompts | Big Blue Hand | 2024-11

Join our weekly contest

Get 5 new writing prompts every Friday. Write and submit a story for a chance to win $250.