Dialogue Prompts

Dialogue Prompts

1) “You are an arrogant man, and I hope this haunts you forever.” 

2) “Just go, please. Don’t come back, just be selfish for once in your life and save yourself, I am begging you.” 

3) “I can’t see anything.” “Hold on I’ll set something on fire.” 

4) “I thought I knew what I was doing but I- I messed up, okay?” 

5) “Don’t hurt him, please, I’ll do anything.” 

6) “Be careful with that, it is old and very valuable.” “Yeah, this thing? It’s a fake. If you’re the best in your field I don’t want to meet the other people.” 

7) “I love you.” “I’m sorry … I don’t love you like that.” “I know.” 

8) “I didn’t come here to argue.” 

9) “Where are you going?” “To write my last will and testament.” 

10) “For the love of god put that thing down before you get us both killed.” 

11) “Take it and run.” “What?” “Take it and run, before they find out you’re here.” “I just thought I’d have to, you know, fight you for it.” 

12) “I was looking for you. I waited.” 

13) “What were you thinking?” “If I’m honest, I’m not sure I was.” 

14) “Why did you come back?” 

15) “Please, you can’t die! I only just got you back!” 

16) “Look me in the eyes and tell me everything you’ve done since we met was a lie.” “It was all a lie. I’m sorry.” “No, you’re not.” 

17) “I made you breakfast.” “Is it poisoned?” “What kind of question is that?” 

18) “When is she coming home?” “She isn’t.” 

19) “I found it.” “And?” “And I never should have gone looking for it in the first place.” 

20) “One more word out of you and I’m duct taping your mouth shut.” 

When you start to stir this morning, you cant help but wonder if you’re having a particularly odd dream, the stats hovering behind your eyelids, making that the only real conclusion. Opening your eyes and blinking a few times, you frown in confusion. Hanging before you in the air, are the same set of stats you could see with your eyes closed. They seem to be gaming stats of some sort, something that confuses you since, whilst you enjoy them, you rarely get the time to play them anymore, so you generally don’t dream about them. Sitting up in bed, you find the stats following you easily, somehow not obscuring your vision. You’re still convinced this might be some kind of weird dream, despite the cold slowly seeping into your feet, now that they are touching the floor. With a sigh, you try to pay attention to the stats again, deciding that you may as well fuck around with them, since its just a dream. 

Over the course of the morning, you mess with all of your stats, finding you can move them around with a brief thought. To your surprise, and delight, they seem to work, but as the day wears on, you start to realise that this might not be a dream after all. 

As you sit there, absently using your increased strength to open that jar you’ve been trying to crack into all week, you contemplate what this might mean for you. Is it permanent? How far reaching can you make this? What will you do with this kind of power? Already you’ve used your charisma to convince the crabby old landlord to give you a few more days to pay rent, a usually impossible task. You’ve used your luck and found a hundred dollars stuck in a hedge outside, and you used your intelligence stats to finish the essay that you had been stuck on all week, because you forgot all the subject matter. Luckily, no one else seems to see the small window of stats. You even figured out how to make the little window fold away to one side, almost invisible, if you weren’t already aware it was there.

A soft hiss of air interrupts your thoughts, the jar opening with surprising ease. Suddenly, your stats glow brightly the numbers increasing on each and the small letters above the stats finally draw your eyes up,something you hadn’t really paid attention to until now. You watch as the simple “Level: 1″ slowly shifts to “Level: 2″, and it dawns on you that this might just be the beginning. 

Time

The day that he died was the day that the day that the ocean wept for him, the waves thrashed and beat against the surf. All the beings dwelling within those waves wept. The week after he had died, the skies poured with an endless rain that never seemed to cease, the skies had become as black as soot and the rain that had been pouring down struck the ground with the force of a meteor striking the earth again and again. The birds cried out their song of mourning, but the rains continued. Pouring like tears that would never stop flowing. Months after he died, the earth itself was wracked with sobs, the ground cracking open heat seething out between those cracks. Lava poured out in droves, catching fire to anything that crossed its path. The screams of the dying animals wailed out as one last siren of the end of days before all went silent. Years after he had died, the earth burned.

You would think, that of all the sides that it would be Roman who would be most likely to slide around the kitchen and dancing in his socks while making a meal.

However, consider the following.

Logan comes down one night for a late snack and stops dead at the bottom of the stairs as he sees Virgil, oblivious to the world around him, very clearly singing along to a song from his headphones with a huge grin on his face

ARTIST PATTON!

Hear me out, we know he’s not that experienced at drawing figural stuff yet but what if he’s actually pretty great with abstract art? Mixing colors, applying them in unique and interesting ways, creating all sorts of shapes, and using different matierals; expressing his emotions through them. Just. Artist Patton.

I had a dream last night I was in a high-rise in Chicago and any time I went to a different floor I was still on that floor but in a different year. I could only travel through time into years when the building existed, so I could go back in time about 70 years, but there were enough floors that it was taking me forever to find 2018 again. I eventually ran into some girls who recognized me as a time traveler and they told me there was a man in the building that knew about all of this and could probably direct me to the right floor but I needed to find him at a specific age so I kept running into him on different floors and different years and trying to figure out if he knew what to DO yet