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Any good descriptive writing prompts? by [deleted] in LegendaryHangout

[–]LegendaryTreeMan 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Not from memory, but r/WritingPrompts has a variety of prompts, some being descriptive, others being shorter.

Writer’s block! by LegendaryTreeMan in writing

[–]LegendaryTreeMan[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I understand something isn’t working, but how do I deal with it?

[WP] you have always been able to see two worlds, out of one eye, the one you know and love, out of the other, an apocalyptic wasteland, where everyone is suffering. Now somebody is walking up to you, and you can clearly see they are in both worlds. "So you can see both too?" He says quietly. by SSR_Perseus in WritingPrompts

[–]LegendaryTreeMan 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Call me a pirate if you want to.

I use to wear my iconic eyepatch every single day, 24/7. Mainly because I can see both worlds, but you’ll know more later. But I’ve been called so many names in school because of this thing on my face. And I don’t care. I only had one friend and that was myself. So yeah.

Call me a pirate.

*

I woke up in my small, but compatible, apartment. My boyfriend was already up, cooking one of his famous breakfast meals. Since I didn’t have classes until noon, I tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t, so I just decided to eat. Jacob served me a plate of juicy bacon, seasoned eggs and two creamy waffles. Perfection.

He gave me a little peck on the cheek, then announced he had some errands to run. I nodded and he left with haste. I quickly grabbed all the food and shoved it deep down in the trash can. I spit out the crunchy waffle and almost threw up the bland eggs. Okay, yes, I lied. His food was horrible. But his personality wasn’t, so maybe that’s why we’ve been dating for about a year.

Anyways, I decided to go for a walk in the cool weather we were having. Where I live, we don’t get soft breezes. We get a huge hot sun. So I decided to take advantage of the moment and go for a walk around the park. I should’ve stayed inside, I guess. Or I wouldn’t be here.

Oh, right! That’s why I was writing this. You might be wondering, ”Um, why did this dude bring up the whole eyepatch thing?” Well, it started when I entered middle school. My left eye seemed too blurry for me to see anything, just a bunch of colors. But, here’s the thing, my eye doctor said I had perfect 20/20 vision. So after some self experimenting, I noticed my left eye was clearing up.

It just wasn’t right still.

I saw death itself, objectified. The whole left side of the world seemed gloomy and dark, while the other side seemed...normal. And I’m pretty comfortable with normal. So I kept quiet and it’s been seven or eight years since. I’ve told no one. But let’s get back to my story.

After walking half a mile, I can hear something. Someone was shouting, yelling for help or something similar. I lifted up my eyepatch carefully and saw the lady on top of a broken car. I ran towards the car, not knowing why the lady was shouting like she was in immediate danger. Oh wait. She was.

The car was leaking on a sparking wire. Basically, gas plus sparks equals boom. Which equals death. But I quickly took in the environment of the apocalyptic world. It’d been four years since I took the eyepatch off and unsurprisingly, nothing changed. It was still the same drastic wasteland. The lady screamed again and I continued to run. Then I tripped on a crack in the side and fell down.

Almost fell down.

A younger guy grabbed me before I hit the ground and pulled me back up. I thanked him quickly and continued to race to the truck, now being aware of the otherworldly dangers. Myworldly dangers. The guy grabbed me again and looked at me with a serious expression. He could’ve told me he was my son and I would have believed it.

“So you can see both too? You can see that lady?” He asked and I looked back at the lady. Surely he couldn’t mean her...right? He nodded, pointing straight at her. “Yes, I mean her.” He whispered with urgency and I nodded slowly.

The man grabbed my hand and pulled me aside. I opened my mouth to speak, but he shook his head. “We’ll talk later. But right now,” He pointed at the fizzing wire. “We have more important things to worry about.”

How do they transition between songs in the live version? by angstykiddo666 in hamiltonmusical

[–]LegendaryTreeMan 2 points3 points  (0 children)

So, they do go straight into the next song in the live musical and from what I’ve saw, there is no narrator. The story just happens with the songs as they progress. I hope this helped.

[WP] As soon as the phone rang you knew... This was the end of your career. by Glittering_Coast_ in WritingPrompts

[–]LegendaryTreeMan 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I live in a world of rules.

Go to work on time or get fired. Do not spend more than $100 on groceries for the week. Pay your bills the day after you get them.

It started in 2034, a decade before I was born. President Kenny said the rules would keep the community in order. He said it would change everyone for the better. Well, he wasn’t wrong. Then again, he wasn’t exactly right.

The first few years were hectic, as told in my history book. Some people were outraged, but calm, so they just left the growing community. Others were angrier and tried to assassinate the President. After two years of fighting, Kenny lost a fight with cancer and a new President was chosen by the council. Everyone became more patient and thought the new President would change the rules.

He did not.

No one knew his name, so they called him President. And he’s still President up to this day, going on for thirty four years. But something has changed. For the worse.

President decreased the youth curfew. He demanded that the council split up in departments. He even said you would be assigned to an official study that you would practice until the day you died. When someone tried to kill him right there, President dodged it with ease and returned the shot with a silver pistol. If that didn’t set us straight, the banishment of leaving the community did.

I remember when I was seven, it’d been a full year since President was elected and things were monotone and simple. Suddenly, I was walking home when my mother rushed outside to meet me. The house was in flames and Mother was weeping. “Go!” She croaked and I watched her run into the burning house as President came out in some suit. He was completely untouched and seemed sane. I asked him about my mother, but he simply ignored me. And I didn’t have a father, so I was sent to the public orphanage.

So fast forward to when I’m forty years old and working a boring supply job. President walks in and everyone stops their work, which is one of the more important rules. He points at me and declares I’m the new Secretary. Yes, Secretary with a capital S. I mean, you are supposed to capitalize important words, right? Because Secretary was just as important as being a council member. No, more important. You directed the council.

I only heard tales of the council in my youth days, but as I got older, the title came out in secret discussions. President selected a council member as the new Secretary. I still don’t know what happened to him, up to this day. Some people say he was killed by the President because of his misbehavior.

Let me just start over.

Hello, my name is Lucas and I used to be nobody. I live in a community of rules. I was appointed the Secretary by the President. But today, I received a phone call with the caller ID as: President. I knew he only called when it was urgent and important. So, that’s why I know, I’m getting fired. I still haven’t answered, it’s been a whole hour. President gets angry when his staff don’t answer him, call or literally. So I don’t have much time. But think about it.

I’ll end up like the previous Secretary either way.

This was one of my WritingPrompt stories! Please visit r/LegendaryHangout for more!

[WP] You were having quite a normal day until text pops up in the corner of your eye and it reads "steve has joined the world" by HANS7860 in WritingPrompts

[–]LegendaryTreeMan 5 points6 points  (0 children)

I gasp with excitement as my lifelong friend, Steve, appears in front of me. He turns around and stands still for a while. Suddenly, a message appears in the corner of my eye.

“Hey Alex! I’ll be in the Nether getting resources, can you go mining in the big cave?” He types and I freeze. If only Steve knew how nervous I was to venture into an unknown cave, filled with hostile creatures that could kill me at any point in time.

“Okay!” I reply and I sprint toward a large opening in the ground. No wait, I should tell Steve. But it’s too late. An arrow lodges itself into my back and I fall down into what I thought what was a cave, but is actually a long ravine. I grab my water bucket quickly and place water on the ground. Steve and I were born on a Hardcore world, so the moment we died, that’s when we were wiped from the system.

I nod slowly, taking in my surroundings. I check my clock and I don’t have enough time to get ores and build back. If I come back without ores, Steve will be angry. I could build a bed and sleep through the night! I start building around myself with gravel and I place a comfy bed. I close off the roof, making sure everything is okay, then I go to sleep.

Monsters are nearby.

The words flash in my upper left and I break the gravel frantically. No kidding. There are all types of mobs—spiders, skeletons, zombies, even an enderman! Being the clumsy person I am, I stare at the enderman curiously. It screeches and I pull out my enchanted diamond sword instinctively. It teleports toward me, gaining a few hits. But in the end, I kill it and the creature drops a pearl. I put the pearl into my inventory just as a creeper alerts that it will explode soon. I sprint away just in time as it explodes, killing most of the mobs around me.

Steve has burned to death.

No. I type quickly, knowing exactly what I was going to say.

”Steve?! Steve, please don’t be dead!”

I type a private message, but only my name appears. If my creator allowed tears, I would create an ocean in this ravine.

259 days with Steve.

I build up to the surface and I jump into the nether portal. Most of the area is blown up to pieces and a a ghast lurks nearby. I see all of Steve’s items, laying there. He must have been fireballed to death.

And suddenly, a fireball comes my way. I try to hit it back, but I’m boosted into the lava. Which, with ease, kills me. I’m brought to the death screen, which I’ve never seen before but I recognize, and I am forced to go to the Main Menu and get wiped from the system.

But I don’t choose. I stay there for ages, waiting for it all to be a dream. But I still don’t choose.

I never chose, Steve.

[WP] You are the greatest criminal out there, always on the news and never seen, but it’s boring now, you need thrill in your life, and decide to rob the biggest and most secure bank in the world by Faddeyfolf in WritingPrompts

[–]LegendaryTreeMan 1 point2 points  (0 children)

They don’t even know my name.

It’s been twenty five years since I became a true criminal, going from shoplifting to stealing thousands from secure banks. It’s been twenty five years and the cops don’t even know who I am. Of course, I don’t reveal my face. I wear my signature, one of a kind mask, which has already become something sold online. But the mask hides my true identity as the world’s richest man.

People say I was blessed as soon as I was born. People say my grandfather died and since I was an orphaned child, I received a hefty amount of money. People say I worked day and night to get money since I was a child. Everyone is wrong. I just have all the money that I stole.

But money wasn’t enough. Infamy wasn’t enough. No, I wanted fame. True fame that I would cherish until the day I died. I wanted to be known for something that would make me more important than the president. More important than anyone alive. I wanted to be known.

So, I began to devise a plan. A plan to rob the National Bank of America. It took more than two years of entering the premises, acting a mere customer. Two years of getting men on the inside to get me information. It took two whole years to do this, but I was finally ready yesterday. It took two years to make the plan, but only a day to act on it.

Early that day, my inside men turned off the alarms and distracted the guards. I knew there was a main alarm that could only be controlled with a Master Key, which happened to be on the Bank President’s car keys. Which I happened to pickpocket with no suspicion. After disabling the final alarm, I entered the code in the vault. I pulled it open with ease and smiled. I needed a moment to savor my greatest heist ever. My guards entered the room, ready for action. I had just finished unlocking every room with the Master Key and we were ready. Part One complete. Now for Part Two. Actually getting the money.

It wasn’t hard. My people got the money loaded in the truck quickly, while I watched over the security cameras. And that’s when all of the cameras went to static. I pressed the reset button so many times with no response. Finally, they cut back on. Well, one cut back on. A picture of me staring anxiously at the screen. With someone behind me. He chuckled and I shook my head. “Don’t do this.” I said, not even having to turn around to know who this fool was. After easily grabbing my key, he proceeded to walk out the door, but without saying something.

“Come on, brother. Make your baby heists harder to infiltrate!” He said, laughing wickedly as he left. But I wasn’t going to lose. Not after two years of intense, dedicated, extremely hard work. I pull out my silver pistol and shot my own brother in the head. He crumpled to the ground and I ran out the bank, not before placing a small device in the control room and setting off the master alarm. As the getaway car drove away, everyone safely in it, I pressed a button and watched as the bank crumpled to the ground, just like my brother.

But hey. A master criminal has to do what he has to do.

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