Monthly One-Word Prompts

shrug
These are practically one word
But…. I guess they can come random.
Maybe two every month?…. How does that sound?

One word and random.
I don't like to get too complex…

That works, maybe different genres?

…. Genres?

Like maybe instead of a prompt we say genres sometimes? Like once we say Action and another time we say moonlight shadow

Eeeehhhhh
I like more generic stuff
Like

Milk
Love
Woods
Cats
Revenge

Stuff like that

Like something you can actually use your imagination with, like cats could be about a crazy cat lady who's actually a witch and is trying to turn everyone else into cats too or it could be about a bunch of werecat gangs roaming the neighborhood and fighting each other or it could be about a swarm of mutant cats escaping a lab and infecting everyone else and
Also if you can't do two a month or something I can post one

Oh
Ye
Okay
I might just post two every month rather than one at the beginning and one halfway.

But in the meantime, Redeption is still in play (and I have yet to finish mine :'D)

How long is yours going to be?
Also I thought these two from another thread fit two of the prompts before redemption, fear and transition(least I hope it's what you meant by them)

Fear(character is named Little Blue, she's technically hundreds of years old so she talks kinda weird)
I can smell it. Disgusting. Gah. I can't describe it. Blood, rust, corrosion, sneering sweatily at me. Cursed metal. Curse it! It is coming closer - No - Eyes widening - Teeth grind - Please - I am above begging! Cursed man! Cruel hearts! Colder than father's, colder than mother's, colder than all of Tir na Nog combined - closer! Not this way. Not this way. Please, I would rather be thrown into the fire or eaten alive or slowly torn into a thousand pieces than this cursed, cursed way. IRON. IRON is coming for me, chuckling merrily at my thrashing legs, my bloody lips, my blank eyes. IRON, curse it, curse this man, he will never understand! O Tir na Nog, never set foot on this cursed world, this pit of wrathful humans. PLEASE - I am not above begging - PLEASE -
The pain. The pain. The soundless pain. Burning me when I could not be burnt, slicing slowly to my marrow, IRON. IRON. Hatred, IRON. Doom breathes over its shoulder, watching me with empty eyes, tilting its head at me when one fingertip slowly, so slowly departs from the rest of my finger, lands with a vicious thud at this ruthless human's feet. And again. Again. Slow, so slow, I am trapped inside my own traitorous little body, any way but this way! Let me go, I cannot say it, blood is wrapping itself around my weeping tongue, but this cursed human knows it anyway. Spit in my eyes, it does not matter, I cannot see through the tears. Oh yes, I am crying. Poor Little Blue is crying. That smirking, cocky Fae, that girl who rained destruction upon her whole planet, who could make this man's blood boil with a twinkle of her eye, is crying her heart out before all of humanity, begging, pleading, screaming for mercy, and everyone watches and giggles and laughs because she is dead now.

Transition(so it's another Seleane one don't judge)
Seleane was going away.

He was going away because he didn't belong.

He didn't belong because he wasn't human, witch, fairy, anything.

And this was because he was a dark elf.

He knew about dark elves, he knew he was one, he knew everybody knew he was one, but he hadn't known they would send him away for it.
Dark elves lived in the Black Forest, the shadowy nightmare full of monsters and death. The Black Forest was their home. The Black Forest was his home. But he didn't want to go near the place. It was terrifying, eerily silent, dangerously mysterious. But Seleane was going away.

Seleane belonged in Anolle with everyone else, with his family. But his family said that he belonged in the Black Forest with his real family. He didn't know why they had suddenly become so nervous around him. He had always looked menacing, with his pointy teeth, his pale skin and hair, and most of all, his solid black eyes. But they had tolerated that, accepted it, up until now. His mother, a witch, had taken him in when she found him and taught him what she knew about the Dark elves' magic, but now she was tense and cold. Now Seleane was going away.

The Dark elves looked just like him. The Dark elves had the same magic as him. The Dark elves would treat him like their own. But he was not their own. He did not want to be their own. He wanted to stay with his mother in their tiny wooden shack on the edges of Anolle. He did not want to be standing in front of the Black forest all alone, shivering in his thin clothing, trying to hold still as the Dark elves with their beady eyes watched him. But then something gave him a sudden shove toward the predators who retreated quickly. Because

Seleane

was going

away.

Holy cow
It's like, über poetic
👌

Oh. Mine?
Probably at least 500 words or so. I'm tippity typing in a Doc, so don't worry I'll put it here.

…. Okay
Well
Here's this
Have fun
Say it's crap
Because it really is terrible
Or don't show up
That's even better.

Actually that's cool
It sounds like the game(if that makes sense
I didn't think it would be that long, lol meanwhile mine is barely 300 words
You have a nice style of writing like you want to keep reading

Ooh :3
Thank.
I do try to make it as close to the game as possible but keep my own twist in it.
I also try to keep it at least 500 words. Ish.

….. Anyways….
New month new prompt for you good peoples ish.
The main one isn’t in yet because it hasn’t came up yet.
But one that I do indeed have is Remorse……????
I guess
Have fun
Or don’t
Whatever I don’t care.

(are you doing it?) (this boy really is kind of awful like Seleane but he fixes everything and gets a happy ending later)
Remorse.
Remorse for myself and for others. Remorse for actions and for thoughts. Remorse for things that should have been and things that should not have been. I regretted it.
I was still galloping in the desert when it hit me. All of it. I was a terrible fucking person. I was sick. I had done evil things. I was a murderer. I had dug myself into a pit of guilt, and I couldn't seem to get out.
Ran some more. Useless. Fools can't outrun karma, villains don't get a happily ever after.
I wanted a happily ever after. I didn't want to die out here, all alone. I didn't want to just collapse on the sand, roll over, press my thumbs to my throat and choke the life out of me. I didn't want to be staring straight into the ragged, gaping hole in my heart where all my evil deeds, all my bloody victims resided. I was terrified.
Hyperventilating now. Four sets of lungs inflating and deflating in time with the thoughts of my heart confused my head. I tripped, caught myself, staggered and fell ungracefully. Tried to stand up. Didn't.
The sun beat down on me, raining rays of random memories upon my cold, sweating face. Newly born, my mother went away. Three years old, knife in daddy's side. Ten or twelve, had the cocky grin wiped off my face. Fourteen, standing on a dune, breathing in everyone's ashes as the glowing embers of their tents displayed themselves below me. Sixteen, swords piercing through another eldest's back, over and over, over and over, over and over, breathing hard and fast. Five days from now. Blood on my hands. Wild hair hiding wild eyes. Curling grin. Leap through the window, hide in the still, silent night. Revenge.
I regretted it. I regretted it. I didn't want it to be my fault, I didn't want responsibility, I wanted to be an innocent child still, not knowing what he was doing, too young to understand. I was sorry. So, so sorry. I curled up, slammed my hands to my eyes, wept so hard I couldn't see. Screamed again. Loud, racking. So, so sorry. Now I was all alone, devoured by remorse.

Holy damn
It's always so deeeeeeeeeeeeeep….
And no I'm not doing this one. I'm still trying to balance stuff, so I might have it later. :3

Thank you!
I keep trying to write like happy stuff but my stupid head interprets everything as sad lol
Okai :3

Yup….
Oh!
Also I just got a new thing in mind.
I got the second prompt – the one I am gonna do….
And it's Disguise
You can do that one too or not, I don't mind.
But that's the one I am gonna be doing.

Awesomeeee I have like 3 characters perfect for that
I might try to make it as long as yours but Idk if I can lol

Weeeell…..
I saw something that said–

Write to complete the scene, not meet word counts.

So I mean, if you want, you can try, but….. Just do what you can :3

Hm.
Well then….

(Ok this is Mika, basically the bad guy is making all the 'halfbloods' serve in the war, it's set in the future and he's a hacker trying to help halfbloods by changing their legal status to 'pureblood', it's a long story)

I don't call myself a rebel. It's the wrong word. And I'm not a spy, or a genius, or a hero. I'm not anything you think of when you hear the word rebel: brave, strong, independent, mysterious, handsome, tough, a leader. I'm the opposite. But I guess, technically, kind of, I am supposed to be a rebel.
I wouldn't say I like rebelling. I don't do anything for the adrenaline, or because I want to fight the bad guys. I just wanted to help the good guys.
Shaciel is one of the good guys. It was kind of hard to tell, no, really hard to tell when I first saw her, smashing through my window with blood dripping from her mouth and hands, eyes blazing and snarling like a monster. At least I didn't run and hide - who am I kidding, I just stood there, frozen, holding my hands up. Again, not much of a rebel.
But she is one of the good guys, and when she appeared again, this time not so feral, this time just scared like me and looking for help, I lied again. On the internet, neatly typed in a small white box, you would have found the lie, 'No'. No, this girl is not a halfblood. No, this girl is not going to die.
You would have, if I hadn't been so stupid. I'll always hate myself for that stupid, stupid mistake. It was just a little test. Just a little DNA. Just a little confirmation that, in fact, Shaciel was not a pureblood at all. Just a little army to be sent to, just a little battlefield waiting to swallow us up, just because of one stupid little mistake.
What kind of rebel tricks the greatest enemy, and then whips off the disguise right in front of them?
I don't call myself a rebel anymore.

(yea too short again)

I like the freedom of how you tell the story where it’s super reflective and such.

Remember it doesn’t matter how long it is! Just as long as it’s something…. :3

Ohhah meee gawwwwsh
That was incredibly intriguing…. _{I honestly want to read more, lol…..}

I am currently working on my own, and it should be ready soon.
(Hopefully more people show up by then, but thank you Rachel McOmber! I hope to see you here more often :3)

(ready yet? XD)

March '19 Prompt thingie
I take it that no one really cares about this anymore

Yeh

Nay that was good I can tell how much you improved (I didn't get a notification thing when you posted so yea)
Tbh I'm kind of scared of Ness
Next prompt??

Hold up
This just in
The April prompt is (and get this–)

Memes

Kerchoo