Month: February 2017

10 Favourite Writing Prompts

As some of you may know, I run a prompt blog in which I post various writing snippets designed to kickstart people’s creativity. Somewhat belatedly, here are ten of my favourites so far.

“It’s adorable how much you want people to think you’re dangerous,” they said. They took a step forward, slow and sauntering, eyes shining in the burnt orange streetlight. “Would you like me to teach you?”


It is a terrible thing to want happiness but not know what to do with peace, because we were raised on war and I learnt to love you fighting. But you love gently, arms laid down, and that is not the version of you I fell in love with.


“Did you just kidnap the crown prince?”

“Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?” he replied weakly.

“How do you accidentally kidnap the most heavily guarded person on the planet?! We need to put him back.”

“Put him back where? We can’t just leave him on the side of the road!”


She lived life like a pulled back fist, but never quite had the courage to punch.


“You looked at me like I was so strong,” she crooned. She clambered to her feet, blood dripping down her skin as she swayed on the spot. “Like I could do anything.”

“Please – don’t – you can’t -”

“How could I ever give that up?”


You are my salvation and my devastation, but I suppose angels were always the ones who first taught humans how to fall.

“You save everyone, that’s your thing, I get it. But who saves you?”

“You do.”

“I’m being serious. You’ve seen me in a fight, I’m rubbish.”

“Maybe, but I don’t need another fighter. Maybe sometimes I just need a little peace.”


I watered myself down because you told me that’s what flowers needed to bloom. Now, I’m drowning and you tell me it’s because I was never strong enough.


“I love you.”
“You love a story someone once told you, and gave it my face.”


“It’s alright,” the villain murmured, cradling him close. “I have you now. You’re safe.”


– i bring my monsters to bed –

I bring my monsters to bed and kiss the most wounded parts of them. And maybe that doesn’t make it better (because nothing can make it better) but a moment of feeling like it might is all I need. A moment, and then another moment, and a thousand moments for a lifetime.

I bring my monsters to bed and seduce them. Maybe if I do it well enough I can trick myself into loving me too.

I bring my monsters to bed and give them warm blankets and foreheads kisses, sweet things and soft words to be devoured, in the hope of lulling them into rest.

I bring my monsters to bed and let them tell me pretty things, and maybe they’re not true (I know that they’re not true) but if you paint something pretty enough you can convince yourself and sometimes that’s the same thing.

I bring my monsters to bed and kiss the most wounded parts of them. We are all hurting, catching on the edges of our teeth, and if I kiss them hard enough then maybe I’ll be a monster too. We will fear nothing.

I bring my monsters to bed because there is no point pretending they’re not there.