#Visual Writing Prompt

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Visual Writing Prompt #555

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Visual Writing Prompt

While I really like writing prompts, most of those have been text based. Some writers may benefit from a visual and aural prompt.

Here is the same video clip of a light rail train from inside a bar with different music that promotes three different vibes. Use the one that you like best, or write something for all three to see how different they turn out.

Your writing is your own - I have no claim to it.

[les-toupies-h]

---> C'est l'été

> Proposition visuelle d'écriture - Photofiction > Photographie de Marguerite Bornhauser

[leahkentwriter]

Feels like the beginning of a story.

Stars over Seabeck, WA

[plotarcade]

no one understands him like you do. and maybe—just maybe—no one will ever understand you like he does.

you could run. you could listen to everyone’s warnings. but what would be the point if he’s the only one who sees you?

🖤 moodboard for “but mom, I love him.”

This moodboard includes AI-generated content

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Caretaker picking an injured Whumpee up off the floor and pulling them into their lap, back against their chest.

Whumpee being semiconscious, only able to manage a groan as their head falls back against Caretaker’s shoulder.

[heywriters]

Everyone who was/is dedicated to tagging Goncharov as "unreality" pls do the same with AI images.

Untagged fake photos are permeating the art, interior design, and now writing prompt areas of tumblr. It gives me uncanny valley ick, so there's probably others who it stresses out more.

Please tag your auto-generated images!

[etherwraith]

This looks really cool. I used an image prompt with a similar vibe to practise my creative writing for the HSC.

Sci-fi Landscapes by Andrew Porter

[veinsfullofstars]

“Any more stupid questions?”

Bonus live reactions to being saved from a Dark Matter ambush:

Started 07/13/24, finished 07/27/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24. | Kintsugi AU Masterpost

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Visual Writing Prompt #556

[random-thot-generator]

Ugh, another image, another story circling like a shark in the kiddie pool of my brain! I need to make another blog, just to save all these.

Run for it, Victor Sillue

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ visual prompts; domestic edition 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[gotta-whump-them-all]

Ignoring the fact I've been gone for over a year, here's a whump prompt I like. <3

Whumpee is so used to how their Whumper would react to situations that now they are with Caretaker, they assume that Caretaker will react the same.

While Caretaker was out, Whumpee accidentally bumped into an end table, which teetered and then fell over. When it fell over, the lamp that had been sitting on it shattered.

Whumpee immediately panicked, worried about how Caretaker would punish them, just how Whumper used to. It was like Whumpee could feel the burn of the coord lashing into him and the sting of glass imbeding into their skin.

There were two things that Whumpee could do in this situation...

A. Hide the broken lamp in hopes of Caretaker not noticing it's absence. If Caretaker did end up finding the lamp, it would only make the punishment worse in the end.

B. Wait for Caretaker to get home and immediately tell him what happened. There was always two ways it would go. If Whumper had a bad day, they wouldn't hesitate to beat Whumpee, but if they had a good day then they would go much easier on Whumpee.

Whumpee chose the former, hoping that Caretaker had no sentimental attachment to that lamp.

It took Whumpee only a few minutes to clean up the mess; pick up the end table, sweep up the glass, and hide the remnants of the lamp in a drawer hidden away in a closet that had been opened only once or twice since Whumpee had been here.

It was a couple hours later when Caretaker got back from work and at most five minutes of Caretaker being back for him to call out to Whumpee. "Hey, Whumpee! Have you seen the lamp?"

Whumpee broke down, hiding inside of the closet in his room, holding his breath, praying that Caretaker wouldn't find him.

From down the hall, Caretaker called out again. "Whumpee?"

Whumpee could hear the sound of Caretaker's socked feet hitting the floor as he walked down the hall, directly to Whumpee's room.

Right outside his room, Caretaker spoke, voice quiet. "Whumpee, you in there?"

Whumpee couldn't help but sob out, tears trickling down his cheeks. Caretaker pushed open the door and then walked up to the closet, pushing the door to the side.

Caretaker looked down at Whumpee, then quickly dropped down to his knees to Whumpee's level. "Oh, Whumpee, you poor thing."

In wasn't even a second and Whumpee was wrapped in a warm hug. Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's neck, wetting the collar of his button up. "I-I'm sorry Caretaker. I broke it. I-it was an accident. I p-promise it won't happen again."

Caretaker shushed and coed Whumpee, swaying Whumpee in his arms, telling him that it was okay. "It was an accident, Whumpee. I know you didn't mean to Whumpee. You're not in trouble."

Those last words, "you're not in trouble", made Whumpee break down all over again.

Alt for if Whumpee had told Caretaker immediately when he got home::

Whumpee had been kneeling for hours apon hours on the hardwood floor at the front door. His knees most definitely had bruises littered across them.

When Caretaker finally got home, he was met with Whumpee he looked pale as a ghost and had almost gotten slapped in the face by the front door.

"Whumpee, what's going on-?"

Caretaker had barely enough time to finish his sentence when Whumpee started speaking quickly, like his life depended on it.

"I broke the lamp, I'm so sorry. It was an accident. It won't happen again."

Whumpee's eyes were facing the ground, but Caretaker could still see he was bug eyed and frantic. He reached out his arms and hands, wrists turned up, exposed to Caretaker.

For a few seconds, Caretaker was taken aback, he didn't know what to say.

"That's no problem, Whumpee. It's just a lamp. I'm not going to be angry at you for accidentally breaking something."

Whumpee didn't move, head still tucked down and wrists still out. Caretaker reach out to Whumpee, but quickly retracted his hands when Whumpee flinched hard.

Caretaker sat down next to Whumpee and they sat like that for so long. Caretaker not wanting to move as to not scare Whumpee and Whumpee to scared to move as to not anger Caretaker.

The cycle of silence finally stopped when Whumpee let his body relax, leaning into Caretaker and letting the tears he had been holding back for so long, fall.

[theaftersundown]

it happens lol

[random-thot-generator]

Ooohhh... there’s a story in this. I just need to coax it out. My writey-writey brain cells are bouncing off each other.👀😵‍💫 

“What if I can’t forget you?” - 2021

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ Analogies for the poetic

similes for describing characters and their behaviors 🗡️ character inspiration

like the sun, radiant and raging against the far horizon, a clear beacon for others to follow

like a panther in the night, patiently stalking its unsuspecting prey

like a trapped bird flitting about, calling out for any help while nipping the hands that try

like a staircase in the woods, worn away by time, building up to something—somewhere—that not even you know

like a tree felled in a creek, uprooted from your home but still holding up to those who walk over you

like the static on old TVs, ever-present and ever-moving, fading to the background

like a cabin in a snowstorm, a comforting mirage as the world clutches me to its icy heart

like the antique vanity resting in the corner, stable in the dizzying array of things that come and go

like a stained glass window, taking the light you see in others and showing them all the colors within

like the glint of a knife, only there when you look from the right perspective

like a cat lounging in a garden, at peace with watching the world pass on

like reflections in a pond, serene yet obscuring what lies below

like a wound that won’t heal, annoying and a reminder of what happened

like syrup wafting through the air, sweet with a touch of familiarity

like the air after rain, fresh with the stench of earth and dew

like my favorite song, an unmistakable tune of nostalgia and hope to dance to

like the nebulae above, a fusion of stardust and the unknown

like a miasma of sulfur and rot, oozing death and corruption wherever you step

like summer, in all it’s stormy fury and welcome firelight