Writing Prompts

I’ve been doing a couple of writing prompts on reddit’s /r/writingprompts and I thought I’d go ahead and share them on this site–trying to give it a little content, you know. Without further ado, here they are. I’ll put the prompt first with a link to the post on reddit in case you want to read anyone else’s interpretation.

First, the short one, and the one that I like better of the two:

[Writing Prompt] You are a human that cannot die of anything. It is well after the end of the universe and after being asleep for X amount of light years you wake up.

Time and space were no different. The universe was flat and it did not repeat itself. Ever.

At least that’s what they had said, at least that’s what they had said.

I had been soaring through nothing for who knows how long, who knows how far. If there is nothing what is time? What is motion? What is space?

My eyes opened.

Had I been asleep? Was I ever awake before then?

A flicker off in the distance. Wait, there wasn’t distance for so long, for so far, how was there–

Light. Bright, piercing, as immovable as me, darkness, yet ever moving all the same.

I blinked again and the light was gone, but I closed my eyes with the knowledge that it would soon return, even if I still had no idea what soon meant.


Then, one that’s a bit longer. And, yes, my gut reaction was to shoot them down, too, but I didn’t want to repeat that story because there were already a few like it. Click the link if you’d like to give them a read:

[Writing Prompt] To combat humanities current problems, scientists send the less fortunate 4 billion of the planet at light speed so they arrive a few hundred years from now. Humanity has been waiting for their return and has prepared accordingly.

Arrival Day

The flags were raised and the music played. Oh, what a splendid sight to see. After years of toil, preparing the way for the future, here they came. And what a future they would have. The only worry was–well, no. There mustn’t be any worries.

Geordi–yes, my Geordi, unbelievable as it seems–was put in charge of planning the party. I swear to you, he fainted when he got the news. I was there, I saw it with my own two eyes. When I finally shook him awake, he jumped into action–ordering me here and there, making phone call after phone call, and generally losing all capability of sleep. That was 6 months before Arrival Day. Geordi hadn’t stopped moving since.

On Arrival Day itself, I was telling Marissa–yes the Marissa who thought she should have been planning the thing instead of Geordi–well, I was telling her…something, I don’t know. It’s not important anyway. I was talking to her and Geordi came rushing out of the kitchen–his paisley tuxedo disheveled from running all over the party for this reason or that–and ran right into us.

Marissa–of course, she’s Marissa, we’ve been over this–well, she gives him this look like she wanted to kill him–and again, she probably did, she wanted to plan the party. Thank God it was too late for killing him to get her that or she might have done it right then and there. But Geordi, you know, he was busy, so he quickly apologized to me then stormed off to do some other important party planner work without actually acknowledging Marissa.

Ugh.” Marissa scoffed, shaking her head in disgust and trying to get me to complain about Geordi–I could tell. “What an asshole, am I right?”

I just smiled and nodded. Remember this is my Geordi we’re talking about. She was not right. Not in the least. She was just being a spiteful sore loser and trying to pull me down to her level. I wasn’t going to do it.

“I swear, I could have planned such a better party. I mean, red carpet? How cliché. What are you gonna tell me next, he plans on throwing out a big welcome mat for them? I bet he would.”

I held my tongue at that, still silently nodding but taking deeper drinks, hoping to finish the thing and have an excuse to leave before I got drunk enough to speak my mind. I knew that Geordi did have a welcome mat of sorts planned and I thought it was a cute idea. Marissa probably hated it because she had come up with the same idea and never got a chance to use it.

Marissa went on complaining and my drink wasn’t going fast enough even though I was pouring it down my throat like a funnel. I was on the verge of snapping at her when Geordi’s amplified voice called our attention to the stage where he was preparing for the countdown.

“Ladies and gentleman,” he said, and I took a few steps away from Marissa so I wouldn’t have to talk to her as the ceremony went on. “For hundreds of years we’ve waited for this moment. Here it finally comes. I’m not one who’s much for words, so I’ll leave it at that. If you’ll all count down with me now.”

“Ten, nine,” the entire crowd counted with him, myself included, though probably not Marissa. I didn’t really care so I didn’t turn to see.

“Six, five…”

We all looked up at the sky as we counted. We could see the ship, a little dot out in the distance getting bigger as our future approached.

“There it is!” someone in the crowd called.

“Four, three…”

“Is it getting too big?” came another voice. “It’s–it’s too fast.”

“Two, one…”

“Nonsense. It’s meant to do that,” someone else said.

I looked up at Geordi on the stage. He had stopped counting and dropped his microphone, but he wasn’t staring at the sky, he was staring at Marissa and shaking his head, as if to imply that she had something to do with it. Marissa, for her part, grinned and shrugged despite the growing noise and flames plummeting from above.

“Maybe I couldn’t have planned a better party,” she said, though I’m not sure I could hear her more than I read her lips or put words in her mouth.

I looked over at Geordi one more time, and–


The ship came in too fast. The party was explosive and exciting, but a disaster nonetheless.


That’s all for now, folks. Expect more in the future. Maybe I’ll go look at the prompts now. Until then.