#november prompt challenge

[nosebleedclub]

November Prompts

heartbreaker

afterword

tapestry

folktale

result

day after

player

hewn

quiet bridge

what it took to get here

your turn

epistle

neon nostalgia

forgiveness

delayed flight

telemetry

distant screaming

corporal

the club

retired stuffed animals

pristine white

jet propulsion

devil-may-care

floral wallpaper

she's gone

the ships

rising temper

carapace

solar flare

frost-kissed

[owithadash1point0]

[interactiveira]

It's the day after ballot boxes were filled We all saw the result; even the tears that have been spilled Millions cast their votes Minorities just became outcasts Whilst it feels like a slap in the face It does seem like we lost the human race

Some thoughts using @nosebleedclub's prompts for the 5th and 6th of November

[localcelestialcreature62]

Final announcement for the BillfordWeek2024 event. It's officially over today as i said in the other PSA,but i'm waiting on @aria-greenhoodie's entry even tho the event itself is done loll (i will wait an eternity if it means i get triangle man relations shit). That's a wrap everyone,i'm so happy to have received all of your works for each week and it makes me so glad that y'alls decided to join my silly lil event. I'm gonna tag everyone here to thank you guys for making so many wonderful entries :]. @antonymziie @wind-tail @aaabatteryy @nico-the-overlord @cecilscribbles

[dogwooddiaries]

november drabble challenge 30/30

prompt: lanterns

Bobby's been back from Europe for a single day, yet he's at the shell house, preparing for coaching life just around the corner. It's past dark when he comes downstairs and notices a long form folded on a bench.

Don looks up, eyes relaxing. Something sparks inside Bobby at the sight of his stroke. Pride? Appreciation?

"Donny! Looking better at last."

Don's smile is shy and eyes warm, tugging him closer. He whispers, "You're back."

Bobby's briefly unbalanced. No. This is something else - something weightier.

Reaching for a lantern, he steadies himself, finds his way. "Could I walk you home?"

<3

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and that's a wrap on the month of drabble challenges! thank you @seasidesandstarscapes for sharing this idea! it was so fun to do with you <3333

[ipromiseimawriter]

november prompt challenge (day 2-on-day 4)

for @nosebleedclub's november prompt challenge; i'm seeing where i can get some inspo in. a little unconventional to start, but lisa frankenstein is constantly at the front of my mind tysm

2. afterword (cws listed in tags; non-graphic; always lmk if i mistagged/missed something)

elegy for lisa swallows-frankenstein

miss outcast masquerade, the light that pours in from your tragedy is brighter than all the stars in the sky and the flashing neons of the high school party  where you tripped up,  had your drink spiked, someone  touched you where they  shouldn’t –

because lightning struck over your beloved’s grave and  you gave him life and he  woke up knowing he loved you long before you knew you loved him, and maybe you knew already, because love is a funny fickle thing when you’re seventeen and waiting for the world to end or the lightning to strike you directly in the face you know, the face that you shared with your mom before she was murdered in cold blood,  yes that one, it’s the face your monster fell in love with and it’s the one splattered with blood and the danse macabre you were always meant to perform arrives –

cool uncool girl of the century, we have waited for you for a long time.

[allthistrashtalkmakemeitchin]

30 Days of November

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @partiallypearl

13. cuddling (omg, i am so late I am so sorry)

Logan was absolutely buried in homework. His phone was on Do Not Disturb while he tried to finish the math he had postponed to help Sarah with her math homework. Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder if being a math tutor was biting off more than he could chew. He already had to help Carlos with his homework, so adding someone else to the mix was a bit challenging. Thankfully, Sarah soaked up logic like a sponge.

Sarah: Can you come over?

He froze. Panic swam to the surface and heated his skin. It had been sent an hour ago, and the prospect of leaving her on delivered scared him. Since love science had failed him, he had been struggling with Camille and Sarah. It wasn't that he couldn't choose between them, but he wasn't sure what to say to them. He had never been honest about his feelings before. Without another thought, he slipped his phone in his pocket and practically raced to her apartment. As long as he's lived at the PalmWoods, he never ventured to the top floors. He and his friends preferred the second floor because it was closer to the pool.

The nerdy boy knocked on the door. His heart was beating in his ears. He'd been avoiding her for quite a bit. It was nerve-wracking standing in front of her door. Before he could turn and accept that she was mad at him, Sarah opened the door with a blanket around her shoulders and a mug of chamomile tea in her hands. She had been crying, and Logan felt his heart clench.

"I'm watching a movie," Sarah sniffled, wiping the tear stains off her face. "I just-- I can't be alone right now..." She shuffled out of the way to let her into the apartment. It was cleaner than the last time he saw it.

He hesitantly stepped into the apartment and took his shoes off at the door. A pile of shoes was in the corner. The movie on the television was paused. Logan sat on the couch next to Sarah, who stared at the remote in her hand. He recognized the DVD case on the table from Ronnie's box of movies. She was watching Mamma Mia. After a moment, the movie continued, and the blonde put her mug on the coffee table.

Wordlessly, she leaned against Logan and sniffled. Slipping Through Your Fingers had just started a couple of minutes ago, and as soon as the film was playing again, the girl had started bawling. Logan awkwardly wrapped his arms around her and patted her back as she cried. This was not how he expected his Saturday to go.

[nosebleedclub]

November Prompts

story begins

antagonist

private school

fine china

indestructible car

antlers

on the stage

protagonist

secret affair

destroyers

autumn magic

churchgoers

feeble

opening line

envelope

hotel

monkey

oddity

breathing

vainglorious

coming alive

kitchen knife

mascara

runaways

exam

natural history museum

look in her eyes

palpable

together again

frog

[owithadash1point0]

Distant whispers

Barely audible

Whispering my love for you

On my skin

Written confessions

Distant screaming

Here

As loud as it possibly can be

Screaming my hunger for you

Feel me

[phantomkinoc13]

WRITE NOVEMBER!

Because nanowrimo decided to allow AI bullshit this year, we’re saying fuck ‘em, and doing our own november writing prompts!

November is still national (novel) writing month, but we say NO AI IN ART OR WRITING!! Join us saying No to ai in writing with No-AI-November, and do WRITE NOVEMBER this year, instead!

HOW IT WORKS: You can write as you normally would, set word count goals, work on your novel, your fanfics, or just writing scenes you want to write throughout November. You can optionally choose from the list of weekly themes, or daily prompts as you’d like, for inspiration.

REBLOG THIS POST, & USE THE TAGS: ‘write November’ ‘novel November’ or ‘no-ai-November’ as well as any other writing tags you feel appropriate.

Feel free to use either of the images above, when posting writing. Use this post or make your own to post your writing goals, and any work you want to share!

Let’s Write! ✍🏼 💻

[localcelestialcreature62]

Glowvember Day 9-11 (hah. there's a 9/11 joke there somewhere),Pride Glistening Ice/Snow and Glowing Ocean/Sea/Coral Reef. @kaiytheguy. Also for Ford,smth smth "Beaming with Pride",the sun,icarus,etc etc.

[dogwooddiaries]

november tbitb drabble challenge 5/30

prompt: carriage ride

Cresting the hill, the sound of cheers reach Al before anything else.

The vignette comes into focus, and he freezes. Shirtless Shorty and Chuck tow an unrecognizable shape tied behind their jogging bodies. It looks to be assembled from old wheels, crates, and a couple mops. Two girls are balanced atop it all, gripping each other and laughing.

When the students milling around the entrance to the shell house part, he sees Bobby waving a crudely painted sign, "support crew! carriage rides 2¢"

When he told them to clean out the shed, this is not what he had in mind.

[givethispromptatry]

Apricity

(A-pri-si-ti)

Noun

The warmth of the sun in winter.

[allthistrashtalkmakemeitchin]

30 Days of November

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @partiallypearl

7. Mysterious

As Halloween wound down, Kendall couldn't shake the weird feeling that had built up in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't tell if it was dread or getting sick, but he was groggy, and his mind was hazy.

Kendall Donald Knight refuses to believe in tarot cards. He couldn't understand why Ronnie liked them. He wasn't going to protest and whine as she dragged him over to the apartment of her newest friend. Lucian was a novelist who specialized in horror novels, or he was an up-and-coming novelist. A decal with the moon's phases was stuck to the front of the white door. He lived on the sixth floor. He was uncomfortable, but for some reason, he felt awkward. It wasn't that he didn't want Ronnie to hang out with other guys because it would be stupid of him to think that way when his friends hang out with her.

A boy with purple hair opened the door. He wore a red and black striped sweater that made Kendall think of Freddy Krueger. An earthy scent wafted from his apartment, and over his shoulder, the blonde swore he saw smoke. Lucian's eyes were wide like a doe's, and his face lit up when he saw them. He ushered the couple inside, and a kettle on the stove whistled.

"Tea?" Lucian asked as he shut the stove off and grabbed a mug from the cupboard overhead.

"Oh- " Ronnie's eyes lit up. "What kinds do you have?"

Kendall's eyes were drawn to the small, circular table in the middle of the living room. A purple tablecloth patterned with something mystical in gold thread was thrown over it. Atop the surface sat a box and a set of China cups. By the open window, he noticed a burning stick of incense. He wondered how Bitters let him do that. He knew almost immediately that the songwriter brought him for a tarot reading, but he wasn't irked by it for some reason.

"Alright," Lucian pulled out one of the chairs. "What are you looking for? What kind of reading are we doing?"

Kendall looked at Ronnie with suspicion. She tapped her feet gently on the carpeted floor, fidgeting with the drawstrings of her yellow sweatshirt. She knit her brows together in confusion.

"Okay, then..." Lucian opened the box on the table. The steam from the cops of tea billowed and mixed with the incense smoke in the room. Kendall could smell a hint of lavender. "I can just pull the cards and see what I see."

He did an overhand shuffle, and out came five cards: Three of Cups reversed: The Hermit, The Magician, The World, and Two of Cups. Kendall quirked a brow. He didn't understand what it meant, but Ronnie leaned forward.

"Huh." Lucian stared at the cards curiously and tapped his finger against the table. "This is... weird."

"Weird? Weird how? What do you mean?" Kendall's anxiety spiked.

"For starters," Lucian pointed to The Magician card. "Trust yourself, trust your feelings. You know what's best for yourself. In this situation..." He glanced between Ronnie and Kendall. "I'd say listen to how you feel. It's almost always right."

"Then we have The Hermit." Lucian pointed to the card. It depicted a man in a black robe holding a lantern. "Give it time; don't force anything to happen."

"Okay... So, this is proving that it's nonsense." Kendall leaned back with a smug look on his face.

"Kendall!" Ronnie smacked his arm.

"Then we have Three of Cups reversed. There could be something causing a rift between you and someone you love, which segways into Two of Cups, expressing... how much you care about each other." Lucian smiled awkwardly.

"How much do we care about each other?" Kendall scoffed. His posture shifted, and he leaned forward.

"You say that as if we're not friends." Ronnie rolled her eyes.

Lucian leaned back and looked between the cards at Kendall and Ronnie. Suddenly, the pieces were placed in his head, and a metaphorical light bulb went off. He gasped and snapped his fingers.

"You two like each other!"

[thepromptfoundry]

This November is going to be Nom Nom November here at The Prompt Foundry!

From snacks to feasts, we're celebrating food and its place in or stories, our cultures, and our lives!

If you use this list, please tag me here @thepromptfoundry, I’d love to see your writing and art!

Feel free to combine different days' prompts with each other, or combine them with other events! Use your OCs, your favorite characters from media, your own experiences, whatever tickles your fancy.

Respond to as many prompts as you want or as interest you, don’t worry about missing or skipping any. Remember, this is supposed to be fun!

If you have any questions or musings, check our FAQ, and if you don't find your answer, shoot me an ask.

Plain text list below the cut:

1 A quick snack 2 Edible luxury 3 Bread is life 4 A bite on the go 5 Cook-offs and competition 6 Late night noms 7 Food inside of food 8 Culinary history 9 Innovative eats 10 Fabulous fruit 11Childhood treats 12 Maybe don't eat that 13 Imagine the pastabilitities 14 Sweet and sour 15 Cooking catastrophe 16 Humans are omnivores 17 Garden veggies 18 Food as community 19 Feeding others 20 People food and pets 21 Foreign flavors 22 Local delicacies 23 Needs salt 24 Celebration food 25 Store-bought is fine 26 Family recipes 27 Cooking together 28 A feast 29 Food coma 30 Leftovers

[owithadash1point0]