Probably could've been longer, but I'm tired. Feel free to continue if needed.
Writing Prompts
Not sure if this will kick off much discussion, but here goes...
Write the opening paragraph(s) for a story to make a creative writing prompt, enough to start a story but not overtly explain the plot, and post it below.
For example:
Hope turned on the light as she stepped through the doorway; it took her only a fraction of a second to notice the five-foot-wide sphere sitting in the middle of the room. It took her several more seconds to realize the giant ball had a head, hands and feet sticking out of it. Hope circled the round object slowly, recognizing the face as that of her best friend, Melody. Melody's tear-streaked eyes silently pleaded for help as she flapped her hands fruitlessly at her sides. She let out a sob as Hope came within arms length and cautiously reached out and touched her sphere-shaped friend.
"What happened?" Hope asked her friend softly.
"It was just a joke," Melody whimpered. "I didn't think it would work, but I couldn't help myself." Melody paused. "It started about two days ago..."
Mon, 08/01/2022 - 20:56
#3
I-Am-Betrayal
Mon, 08/01/2022 - 20:57
#4
I-Am-Betrayal
Alternate version:
"So there I was, barbecue sauce on my titties..."
Wed, 08/03/2022 - 17:04
#5
Pennsylvania Ki...
Perhaps, Hope wondered, Melody didn't need fixing. Maybe what she needed was assurance from her roommate that she was safe -- in one piece when her top wasn't -- and that her secret was staying put.
Never wanting to see her best friend cry, Hope leaned on tiptoe into the other's front, its distended, smooth surface offering a pillowy give, and shushed Melody with a stroke to the cheek. "What matters to me more is that you're alright, right? We'll worry about how to reverse this later, but do you need anything more from me?"
Melody hiccupped as Hope ran fingers across her bangs, just barely able to see those steady, concerned eyes over the ridge her collar and chest created. "Mm-mm..." she tried to shake her head no, but with such a puffy neck, all her mobility could do in disagreeing was pitch to and fro slightly on stretched-sock feet that barely touched the floor. "But i-if you could just massage the soreness out of my skin, please..."
"Oh, definitely..." Hope tended to her earnestly, slipping her bag off her one shoulder and putting it aside so she could spread both arms and try to encircle the other as best she could. It would take more exploring, more touching and pressing with her hands to get a feel for what Melody could possibly be filled with, but one thing was for certain.
"You're surprisingly warm..." the smaller woman remarked, lowering her chin into the interstice between Melody's two wide, somewhat flattened and swollen breasts, and with bent knees brushed what was the spacious underbelly with a tarp-tight expanse of sweatpants valiantly holding on, despite a few broken seams. Hope glanced up curiously for what her contact offered in a moment of need, and just maybe, what she needed after a long day of work when she wanted to crash on the couch first-thing at home.
"So...I was sitting at the bus stop," Melody said in between whimpers and groans, "reading a short book...like usual, y'know? I think...I think it was The King in Yellow...anyway...I...uh...I looked up and I saw this...this lady, right...? She...uh...she came up to me as I was waiting and...she said...oh what was it...? I can't fully remember but it-it was something about needing fun. She handed me this strange small box and told me to eat some...but don't eat it all in one sitting, or bad things could happ-happen...so...last night I was...well, I was kinda bored and I...I opened the box "
Melody let out another sob.
"Inside was a box of chocolates, so I said to myself, 'hm, not bad. Could be a worse gift.' It was a lot worse. I slowly munched my way through most of them. When it came to the last, I fiddled with it a bit. So far I'd seemed find, right? Nothing bad could come from just one more, right? I joked around about it before..." she let out another sob. "And these are the consequences, apparently."
"I finished the last one and almost immediately my belly had begun to...swell out. I could feel myself stretching there. Then I felt my butt and boobs stretch...and before I knew it, they were growing too...and then my legs thickened. Then my arms. They got sunk into my body as it...oh..." Melody seemed a bit disheartened as it all rushed back.
"I couldn't move. I just felt swollen. My clothes got tighter and tighter...thankfully my pants survived...sw-sweatpants are great. If you see my bra, tell it I'm sorry."
"And, well, you can see...how I ende-" she cut herself off with another fit of sobs. Hope did her best to alleviate her friend's worries. Sadly, she was unable to live up to her namesake. Melody couldn't finish the story, it seemed.
Hope simply stood there, unable to determine how to fix her friend. Melody was resigned to her fate, but still continued to sob. It was all she really could do.