Young Writers Society

"Oh great. Its burning now," said Vankous, boredom radiating from his voice. "You guys better hurry up or this place will be ash?"

"You could stop napping and put out the fire," suggested Harry, over the radio.

"Too much effort. Besides its not like anyone's living here," said Vankous, tightening his glowing purple shield and settling down for a power nap.


Your character has been challenged to a dance competition

"Oh great. I don't know how to dance. He flops around on the floor like a fish. "How's my tuna? The dance move is called the tuna right?"

Your character won't stop laughing.

Malvis covered her mouth, her chest shaking with laughter. Her mismatched eyes sparkled with mirth. Estella Fay grinned beside her, their hands intertwined.

"I told you I could get you to laugh!"

Malvis shook her head, still giggling.

Your character comes across the strongest person they know crying.

He watched as the glinting fire in her eyes disappeared and her chin began to tremble. Her head shook from side to side and she ran to him. Falling into him, seeking comfort in him, seeking hope. Something he wished he had. A single teardrop shed, spilt down his chin and plopped down on her head. She looked up, searching for content and wisdom, but met only with tears streaming down in glistening lines. And she realized at that moment that maybe it wasn’t words she wanted, but someone to hug her and kiss her better. Someone to protect her from the world’s evils. Someone who holds her close. And as John pulled her in tighter and buried her head next to his she kissed his cheek.

Your character's favourite teacher dies.

(That awkward moment when none of your characters have gone to school.)
Saturn and Neptune sat there, pinkies intertwined. Both brothers were silent, Neptune sniffling occasionally.
"They're going to blame us."
"Maybe. But we'll figure it out. We always do."
They fell silent again, staring at the floor.

Your character meets someone new that they think is dangerous.

A ghostly white figure walks slowly out of the fog, shrieking, her head spinning. "I don't trust you."

There is an event similar to the Great Smog of London.

"Nice to meet you." Beyren greets them with a bright smile, the picture of harmless innocuity. He idly toys with a shard of crystal as he examines the newcomer, prepared to conjure a knife or shield if needed. Friend or foe?

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All your character's dreams come true. Then they wake up.

Edit: Whoops- didn't see latest prompt sorry. You guys write fast ._.

(The Great Smog of London was like a poisonous mist caused by pollution.)

The rings slipped on their fingers and they kissed, the white horses rode them away, frolicking as they finally got to the big empty fields. He stared at Sam mesmerized and words shot out of her mouth, "Wake up." And then it was gone.

Your character starts having weird visions.

It was her governess she saw first. The same stern bun and angry face that made her panic, that made the back of her hands throb. Then it was her parents, the voices she hadn't heard since she was eight. Then her siblings. She was crumbling, and she knew it. Just crumbling, crumbling, until there was nothing left but a charred feather.

Your character comes across someone they hate in trouble.

You see your father stuck in the impactor, the same man that let your mother die and laugh about it. You turn and walk away.

Your characters are getting bullied.

Cyra laughed, four arms crossed across her rock-solid chest. "Y'all punks really want to test me today." She stepped forward, her towering form casting a sharp shadow over her tormentors. "You don't want to know the things I could do to you. Scram, before things get PG-13."

Your character gets an ominous letter to meet someone in the woods.

It was never good, he knew he wouldn't be coming back, but he was making a sacrifice for his family. "I'll come. Just don't hurt them."

Your character is kidnapped.

Malvis woke up, groaning. "Not again." She stood up, took the rickety wooden chair she was tied to, and slammed it against the ground. It shattered on impact, leaving her sprawled out but on her way to escape.

Your character find themself in a place they've never been before.

The forest was an unfamiliar sight. Not something he was extremely happy to see. The pine trees were far apart and the ground open. There was nowhere to hide. Nowhere to hide. I'm doing this for my family, he thought.

As the Sun sets it crashes down to Earth.