“Agh!” The ancient tome’s pages fluttered as it skittered across the weathered floorboards. A woman with ink-stained hands grimaced as she ran them through dark, frazzled hair. She sighed and slumped to the floor, narrowly avoiding the small, delicate white line that encompassed her work. The crisp, thin lines were easy to miss at first…
The Ghost of a too-trusting Private Investigator wants to expose the lies of a cultist, but has to sort through false memories.
A Scribe wants to find a treasury trove that was left unfinished by its creator.
An Agoraphobe finds a soap that grants them telepathy.
A Demonologist’s backstory about how they had gotten stuck as an ambassador without a translator. They have an embarrassing blunder with a sadistic quill that grants them languages. They’re forced to overshare their thoughts. A romantic partner is about to find out about this backstory.
The Lake of Prophets, known for being a natural well of magic and producing alchemical plants/water, is the site of an infamous monster slaying. A portal has reappeared once more, but no one knows where it goes. BONUS An undead rogue goes to this lake for a rare alchemical plant, only to find an egg…
A shattered writer finds a timepiece in a village’s pawn shop. With that time piece, they will have to uncover the mystery of a young doppleganger who is a puppet, but will learn that the innocent will suffer the more they uncover.
I took the leap yesterday to invest in my writing again. To remind myself I’ve dedicated 22 years to writing. So I got an ad with browsing around Instagram and I was automatically hooked. I wanted them because the potential to use for prompt inspiration is astounding. It’s called The Story Engine. I’ve linked it…