Writing prompts from me to you. I personally cant write well, might aswell share ideas.

Long time no see people, hermit here.

It's that time of the year again, time for me to write why I'm not writing. Feel free to be upset about this in the comments, while I pretend that I'll have this writing thing under control from now on.

First off, I haven't been posting for various reasons, though I have been writing again since a while ago. I had my hand injured around the start of the year and couldn't type for a while, and then got all anxious about missing deadlines for Enlightened Empire without informing all of you (again), so I didn't want to post without being caught up with my schedule at least. Luckily, there was a very convenient pandemic which forced me into a bunch of free time, so I managed to get that done eventually... but then I had like 30 chapters piled up, and reformating, scheduling and posting 30 chapters each on three different sites all at once sounded like a nightmare, so I've kept pushing it back for no good reason.

As a result, I've decided to do this in parts instead. From today on, I'll update 5 chapters a day, until I'm caught up again (which may take me a week or so).

At the same time, there's two more projects I'll be updating:

1. The Last Utopia, my dystopian sci-fantasy story, is no longer an amazon exclusive, so I'll be posting the full version for free on this site over the next week or so. For now, I'll consider this an experiment for later novels, to see if this move has any effect on book sales (positive or negative). We'll see if I'll end up doing the same for every future novel, or just for this one.

2. I've been working on a xianxia novel with some murder mystery elements mixed in which I'm comfortable to let others see now... and I already have the first couple chapters up on my pat-reon (pat-ren.com/hermitscave). I'll start posting chapters here (and unlocking more pat-reon chapters) once I've settled on a final title, and once I've got a half-decent cover. May take me between an hour and several years.

So that's everything I've got in the works, plenty of content to binge through if you still care about any of my stuff at this point. And with all that apocalypse happening outside right now, it's probably the right time for mass-content as well. I really hope this ends up being a distraction for a couple people, or that at least you'll enjoy what I'll be posting. As always, I'll promise to read the comments, though I'm not sure how far back I'm willing to go (there are a lot of them).

Stay safe, stay healthy, and have fun reading,

S.H.

A prince sent into exile, without the means to fight back.

A young man trapped in an unfair world, without the status to bring about change.

Combined, they will have both means and status.

Armed with advanced knowledge from a strange world, will Prince Corco be able to cut through the injustice, regain his birthright and bring enlightenment to the country of his ancestors to create a paradise of true peace, equality and prosperity?

“Okay, first step: Let’s make some Brandy.”

…that’s a maybe then.

Hermit’s Note: My take on the kingdom building genre, which often suffers from weak characters, low stakes and contrived challenges. Buildup will be slow, with Book 1 focused on business managment, Book 2 focused on a battle for succession and only Book 3 getting into the depths of kingdom building. There’s plenty of inventions before that point though, so if you’re here for the clever use of modern tech you’ll find quite a bit to like even early on.

Updates three times a week.

If you want to support me and my writing endeavors (or you just want those side stories and advanced chapters), you can do so on patreon: https://www.patreon.com/hermitscave

Prison World is another project of mine, and I just finished writing book 1, so I'll be releasing the first draft on patr3on. When it's been edited, I'll release it on here and RR, chapter by chapter.
Here's a summary:

In the dystopian future, the Earth has become overpopulated. Even with the orbital farms, there's still not enough food to feed the entire population. To combat this, the government adopted a zero-tolerance policy. Commit a crime, no matter how minor, your body shall be exterminated.
 
However, things are not all bad. Instead of just killing criminals, their minds are sent into a virtual world, known only as the Prison World, where, based on your judgment, you might start life anew, or be sent to suffer eternal torment.

Despite knowing the risks, our protagonist gave everything away, just to secure a meal for her little brother.

You can find my patr3on here: https://www.patr3on.com/LucyLynn

If you're interested, pay it a visit.  The book will only be available to $5 patrons, and above. As a $5 patron, you will also get access to two other, first draft books, as well as a bunch of artwork, and a comic.

Min was born in a tribe of Goblins, where she became a hunter due to her great stats. As a hunter, she lived a simple life with her hunting friends, leveling peacefully. But what happens when the Elven Kind discovers a great source of Mithril in their little cave system?

Warning: This fiction will contain great amounts of sex and violence. Goblin society in my story is a carnal one, where everyone has sex with everyone, even there own siblings... maybe parents too, who knows. Min will be subject to gang bangs by her hunting friends from chapter 2 onwards, albeit, willingly. Rape might enter the story in the future and it also might not.

"No doubt, he's going to be late again."

He pulled the cuff up on his left arm to check the time. It's already seven twenty-five, only five minutes left before the meeting time. Heaving a sigh, Leon slumped his back and just walked off the pathway to look for a place where he can stay and wait. Seeing the benches around the area, he chose a table with two folding chairs with a dark parasol for a shade and quickly occupied the seat.

Leon took the black Tote bag off his shoulders and carefuly placed it to the table. From the inside, he took out his laptop and opened it immedeately. One soft press on the power button and the screen opened. While waiting for it to finish powering up, a lady in a uniform of white button shirt with long sleeves with cuffs freely opened and a black sleek apron tied around her waist approached him. She is holding a writing pad.

"What is your order sir," the lady asked in a practiced high energetic voice. 

"Any recommendations?"

The lady listed out the best of their store. Knowing that it is still morning, it would be weird if Leon order some candy colored drinks so he just only ordered coffee with some treats. The lady goes off after bowing, returned to the shop to attend another set of costumers. Now, the laptop finally logged in. 

Reaching out the bag, Leon fished in his hand to search for the bluetooth mouse that he quickly found. Next to it is a cinch bag in a size of his palms. He connected the mouse through the wireless connection and plugged in the broadban. The loading cursor appeared with the connection set-up appearing after. He completed the process and just by that he is now connected to the internet. 

Leon moved the mouse around and pointed the cursor to an animated shortcut icon. Clicking it twice, a window appeared to confirm his identity. In this window, a password bar plus the logo of the copyright showed to which he quickly filled-up. Hitting the [ENTER] key processed the inputted characters.

Click.

The whole screen went black. 

The lady returned with the order. Leon thanked him and proceeded on looking at the monitor. Anyone not familiar with this black screen will surely freak out. But Leon knows that in this type of game, things like blacking out only means that it is booting up. 

It only took a minute before the welcoming message appeared, with the company's logo and team coming after, ending with the site's title and added animations. His eyes glinted upon seeing the familiar interface giving him a warm rush on his chest.

Dystopian Tales Online

Leon took a sip of his coffee. He typed in his username and password. The game recognized his account and the loading screen appeared. Leon leaned on the chair while waiting for the loading bar to finish, then a group of students found him resting and approached him.

"Good morning," a guy with the light colored hair greeted him. The people around him greeted Leon as well. "Oh, where's Shin?" 

"Still not here. I'm sure he overslept again," Leon sighed.

"Well, obviously. That guy really isn't a morning person," the guy laughed. One of his friends looked at the screen of the laptop and found an interesting view.

"Whoa, I never thought that you're also playing DTO," a guy with an eyeglasses talked this time. 

"Really? That's cool," one agreed.

"Yeah, I've been playing this game for years now," Leon honestly said. "You guys are also players?"

"I played it in junior high and high school," the same glasses guy responded. "But I occasionaly play it now. Though, I wonder when will they release a new server."

"I think it's been two years, no? Man, it's been long since that game updated."

The guys chatted him about the game but Leon barely listened. Of course, he know the reason why there are no new servers after all of these years. 

Eight years ago, Dystopian Tales Online was released. In the same time, Virtual Reality is also implemented. Leon is one of the participants of this inside-game as one of the second string players. Properly oriented and discussed, it is said that in order for the project to collect the proper amount of data, they needed to have at least five hundred players to play it. 

On the sixth year of the release, they reached the five hundred player quota. 

"But this game is still cool though. If only I have a lot of time, I will play it all day and become a pro," one chanted.

"How can you become a pro, dude? You don't have high APM."

Due to the demand of the game, gaming clubs and associations also has risen, turned DTO a sport. As of now, monthly tournaments and annual championships are held across the world. No wonder everyone wanted to become a pro-player. You will earn money from just playing within these clubs and also the fame of being the strongest. 

In this world where violence is forbidden, this is sure a great diversion. 

The bell rang for the start of the second class of the day. The students who have classes on the second period prepared for their classes. Some of them who are staying in the cafeteria said goodbyes to their peers who have later classes. This includes the people who are talking with Leon.

"Uh-oh, we got to go now," one of them said.

"Sure," Leon said.

"Let's play the game next time. I bet your level is very high."

Leon just left that last phrase and waved his hand. A crowd accumulated to the area for a while. Students are found running going in their classes while some are casually leaving the buildings going to their respective lives. Leon looked over at his watch again but the person he is waiting is still nowhere close in sight. 

"I wonder if he's already awake now," he sighed.

Leon decided to enter some dungeon or complete some quest while waiting for his friend. From the requirement needed for the Virtual Reality to open, it is impossible for Leon to play this game. That is why cards are given to VR players. Through this card, they can enter the DTO during the day. 

Some players wanted to play during the day so while Virtual Reality is under maintainance, they only have to type in the ID and password that appears before the game starts to have their characters be transported from VR to DTO. EXP in both games are recorded as one so there will be no problem in transfering data. 

Leon only played DTO during weekends when there is no school and work. It is his first time opening the game in a weekday. Thanks to that mister late guy and he has to play it now. 

Virtual reality and Dystopian Tales Online both uses the first person perspective. However, the difference in playing DTO is due to the interface and the feeling. Honestly, Leon will admit that playing DTO is harder than VR. Even though he is already familiar with the maps, it's a bit of a hassle to control the mouse plus pressing some commands on the keys just to navigate.

In VR, he only have to turn his head to see the surroundings. 

Leon reached out again for the tote bag and collected his headphones. Now that Shin won't be arriving anytime, he decided to test out some spells or play with some DTO players. Another thing, Virtual Reality players are actually playing with DTO players. They are in the same servers. The only difference is the feeling of experience in playing the game. 

Wearing the headphones, the outside sounds gradually vanished replaced by a medieval-fantasy sound music. Leon closed his eyes, listening to the score for a while. And when he opened his eyes, the world that he know is different appeared. The numbers that he closed in the neutral ground appeared in a fast paced, calculating, showing the values of beauty.

[ WELCOME ] [PLAYER LEON-36 HAS LOGGED IN]

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When technological advancement created the norms of the world, people had fallen to the age where peace occupied every nation. With the fear of stagnation, humans developed many games to simulate worlds that somehow substituted as their 'fighting grounds'.

However, a certain game was developed that caused a rift amongst all the games. Only players whose IQ had reached a hundred and half above is allowed to play, and said to be the games made for the geniuses.

The game is developed to create the humanities' next step to evolution - and that is opening a portal to the next world.

TMS is now well and truly ended.
Thank you Islinda for giving this story a chance for a contract. I hope it proves well for Webnovel.
To all TMS regular readers and supporters. I won't name you individually to respect your anonymity.  With my deepest respect, thank you for your time, interaction and support.  A story can be written.  It's only when it's read that it becomes a tale. 
And I won't forget those from Tapread and Wattpad who gave Hinata and Eiji's drama a chance when it was there.  I've been blessed.
Here is an omake about its own small journey to close the curtains. 
---WPC #46 - To My Sunflower's Journey---
A moment of nostalgia as I look back to the contest that helped me form the concept for this story. Otherwise, I would've never written it.
---[[Writing Prompts Contest #46:Fall in Love with a Soldier
"Believe it or not, the only way we kept in touch was through letters. We would write to each other about our days, about our lives. They were all innocent letters, but they were amazing because it gave me an insight into how simple a person he was."
What it feels like loving a soldier?
"When you fall in love with a soldier, you fall in love with your country; when you fall in love with a soldier, nothing is set in stone on your end. Plans can and will change at the drop of a hat and planning ahead is impossible.
Though all that is true, so is when you fall in love with a soldier, you've found the best there is.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've found someone who not only loves you more than his own life but loves his country more than his own life as well.
When you fall in love with a soldier, a kiss is worth a million dollars, and no expensive gift can compare.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with someone who appreciates having a bed, running water and warm food.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with not who you've prayed for, but someone so much more.
Thank you, God, for letting me fall in love with my soldier."
(Emily Richeson)https://forum.webnovel.com/d/18335-writing-prompts-contests-45-46]]---
The winner of my prompt was a book that is now on hiatus. No other entries qualified. At the time I didn't realize that having votes was the rank qualifier. So my book was instantly disqualified.
Despite not making it past the car park, so to speak, I kept this story going. I had moved it to Wattpad and continued to post chapters there.
I entered it into a Wattpad community award, and had eventually won the award for Historical Fiction, but never received the prize for it. 😆
That's okay. Knowing that my writing was enough to be a winner in a judge's eyes was cool. It won over some quality stories as well. That was a prize enough for me.
After some time, I started posting the story to Tapread where it picked up read interest there. Then I got a ping from Islinda who liked the lone chapter I had left on the book page.  
This story has been a blast to write. I'm proud of what I've been able to achieve with it. I have no regrets of what I leave behind, as I have given my best shot.
♥♥
Arigatōgozaimashita.  
Until next time. Take care.♥


Hinata longed for his Eiji to return from war. Alone in the idyllic countryside whilst other areas of Japan were torn asunder. One day, he receives a letter from his lover filled with the scent of sunflowers and his undying love for him. Followed by official news of his presumed death at Iwo Jima. Heartbroken. Yet determined to honor his promise to Eiji; to live the life they were unable to live together.

Eiji fought honorably for Japan at Iwo Jima. He fell injured in a banzai charge to be classified as dead. He recovered with the aid of an American lieutenant, who escorted him back into the mainland for espionage work. His one chance and hope of return to Hinata's side.

A compelling risk of a war story set at the end of the Pacific War, 1945. Two sides of the war, on Japanese soil, are shown from the individual perspectives of same-sex lovers Hinata and Eiji. 

More than a boys love. This story is an emotional drama, revealing heart and souls of people surviving America's assault on Japan. The consequences suffered at war's end.

'I wish for excitement in my life.' Wilra thoughtlessly said as she held her pen in her hand. Ever since she was little, she had been lethargic and sickly. In order to make a living, she tried submitting a novel at an online competition. It surprised her to see that she managed to get 3rd place in it. From then on, she devoted much of her time in writing out all sorts of fantastical ideas that came out of her head. It gave her a sense of fulfilment. She was now a top up-coming rookie author at a national publishing company.

As for her boredom that she was feeling right now, it was because she was both facing a slump in her writing, and a dying passion for it.

She continued to doodle on her notebook for hours on end, trying to imagine ways of reliving that feeling of fulfillment back then. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it.

A sip of the bitter cup of coffee she made hours ago was something she was used to, however, it was now cold, the warmth she was expecting from it was gone. And so, she decided to just chug it down and make another.

But what happened was that she suddenly felt sleepy despite being an extreme insomniac. She just chose to lay her head down on her desk.

'How nice would it be if there was a fantastical zombie apocalypse or something…' With these final words in her head. She finally dozed off.

***********

[5 hours ago]

At a different dimension, in a different time-line. A thief was scurrying away while being chased by high-level robots and guards. In an attempt to escape, he hurriedly used his abilities to forcefully open up multiple portals in this protected zone. He finally managed to open up 3 different fist-sized dimensional portals, because this was done so in a space-restricted zone, the portals were distorted and flickering. Knowing that he was going to get caught soon, he hurriedly threw out the crystals he had stolen towards the portals. A few of them managed to get in, while a few dropped on the floor. Due to the unstable portal, the crystals were scattered throughout the different universes and dimensions.

'Bang!' The thief heard a shot behind him. He felt pain in his chest, he looked down and saw a coin-sized hole on where his heart should be. He turned around and looked at the squadron of guards surrounding him. Even though he had this kind of injury, this wasn't enough to kill him.

"HALT!" A deep voice echoed from behind the group of guards. The guards quickly parted to make a path for the man to walk through. For each guard he passed by, they quickly saluted him. It was clear that this man was of high rank.

He finally stopped walking and stood right in front of the thief.

"Where did you send them?" The man's voice was clear and icy.

"Who knows?" The thief chuckled as he replied.

"Do you know what you've done?"

"Yes."

"You've destroyed the balance we've worked so hard to create."

"No, I have done what should have been done a hundred millenniums ago!"

"Mother would be disappointed to hear what you did."

The word 'Mother' sent chills down the thief's spine. He knew what he did was irredeemable and irrevocable. He was prepared to accept punishment.

"Brother…" The man's eyes looked sorrowful as he looked at the thief.

"Our regime needs to come to an end." The thief said without a trace of hesitation in his voice.

The thief continued, "We have lived far too long and restricted far too many, and for what? Honor? Power? Do you know how many innocents I have visited that knew nothing of what is out there? How many of them lived their lives being played like dolls?"

The thief's hands were shaking as he talked. "It's time for our kind to move on."

"This is what happened after you ran away for a millennia? Your ideals have twisted at every side of the coin." The man's voice sounded out in response. "I should've stopped you back then… This is my burden to bear."

The man's voice only shook as he continued, "Altas Warton has violated Section 01-A01, committed the highest degree of treason, and other multiple accounts of crime. I hereby sentence you to permanent death."

A tear dropped down to the ground as the man sentenced his own blood brother to die. "Any last words, brother?"

Altas spoke with conviction, "May we all fall."

Countless beams of light pierced through his body as he fell.

***********

A small crystal floated through the dystopian dimension, it weaved through the empty and unstable space until it finally reached a small crack. When it finally passed through the opening, the pressure made it shatter into thousands of pieces as it spread across the globe. The biggest piece, which was a fingernail big, happened to fall and phase through the different obstructions and finally drop into a small warm cup of coffee and dissolve.

**********

[Present]

Wilra finally woke up, feeling refreshed and new for some reason. However, she felt that something was wrong. It smelled like something was burning somewhere. She hurriedly walked around her room to check if anything was on fire. However, thankfully, the problem didn't lie inside.

A scream suddenly sounded out from out the window.

Wilra headed towards the window to check what juicy happenings were going on.  However, when she unlocked and opened her window, she was met with a view that changed the world forever.

Wassup everyone, yoursexypotato here!

I just want to remind you all that I really appreciate your support, especially those who have added this novel to their library. It really motivates me to write when the numbers go up(yes, I can see the number of people who added this novel to their library).

Just a news for everyone!

I will be entering Writing Prompts Contest #50: Mage. Yay! Not a pro, but why not?

I won't be adding any more chapters to this specific page because I will be transferring it to the other one -- the one I'm entering the contest with. You can all remove THIS specific book, Runes of Hecate (MIGRATED), and add the other one.

Same chapters, same story. 

It's just that, in order to enter the contest, the novel should be newly added to Webnovel. That means at the moment of the novel's creation, you specify the writing contest you are joining. Mine is already out there so the only way to get around it is to create a "new" novel and update that one. It's not against the rules, so that's what I did.

Here is the new link for the novel (which would also be available in THIS novel's synopsis):

https://www.webnovel.com/book/12803477105403005/Runes-of-Hecate

If you like my novel, please support me! I'd really appreciate it if you vote this novel, even just for the week of the contest.

As a compensation for bothering all of you, I'll throw in a couple more chapters in advance! I hope that would be enough :D

Peace out!

This novel has been migrated. Here is the new link:

https://www.webnovel.com/book/12803477105403005/Runes-of-Hecate

Same chapters, same story. I will be emailing Webnovel to remove this copy of the novel soon.

Thank you for all the support!

Guys I made this story to join from contest I previous Writing Prompts Contest 123: Female Lead - Werewolf Sighted on Campus! But now it's already end and I think I don't make make it. So if someone reading this story of mine cause I'm planning to not update it every day since I have another 3 story and it's my priority cause I join it as well in the contest. But if someone will opposed at my decision please do tell me I will change my mine immediately cause for all of my story so far this is what I really like... Hehe so please... Tell if anybody want to an update every day just tell me!!

A girl who hate by her whole clan because of her late parents sin.
She's indeed a traitor for all eyes but still she care and submitted to them.

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She is standing in front of her parents little by little eating by the fire burning in the middle of their surrounding clan. She can't do anything other than crying. Beside there are punish because of her.

Because she's born into the world.

Her father is half vampire and half wolf who happen to get fall in love with her wolf mother.

They hide their relationship to everyone since a wolf can't be fall to there enemy's. 

A vampire...

But her mother got pregnant and there relationship revealed to there clan they parents got away and hide. Until in her 10th birthday came and there clan find them and now she's staring at her parents getting burned...


She instantly wake up from her bad nightmare when her auntie shake her to wake up.

Lyca wake up your getting late at school.

She open her eyes wider when she heard that.

No it can't be! I don't want people focus there attention toward me.

I smiled widely at my aunt she's my mother sister who adapt her since her parents died. She love her aunt she is the only one accept her as she is there's no one care about her other than her aunt.

Her clan? Well she's like a trash to them and useless.

I stand up and take a bath and move fast as I can since it's already ten minutes before her class starts.

As she got out of there house she run fast so she can't be late.

I really hope that my power comes out already like the other teenagers at her age but maybe because her father is half only her changing form comes delay.
That was her aunt say. She well maybe she's lying and I don't have power at all.

But it doesn't matter as long as I live I won't lost my hope.

As I cross the street I suddenly jumped in surprised when someone car appears inforn of me. I good thing is I avoid it from running fast.

I sigh... That was close.

Hey if you want to die go on but don't take anyone with you!

The driver said.

I just stoop my head and run again.


I was entering at the school when someone bump in to me.

Hey stupid are you blind! 

I stoop and say sorry. 
But the someone grabbed me and hold my chin up. 

Wohh look who's who! 

I stare at the guy in front of me with silence cause I know I'm pretty doomed. 

Cause I bump into the most notorious guy in the campos together with his allied..

What am I going to do? 
Mom... Dad... 
I think I'm going to be with you anytime soon...

Hey, guys.  I have some unpleasant news to discuss.

I first created this novel to enter a biweekly writing prompts contest hosted by Webnovel.  Starting three days late,  I felt that I didn't have time to create a proper outline for the novel so I hopped right in.  This has resulted in a myriad of problems popping up with regards to story progression and the overall quality of the book.

Now that I have a bit of time since the contest is over. I want to work on a few things before the novel gets too far along.  I'll mainly be outlining arcs, villains, power progression, character development, and reworking previous chapters so that they're grammatically better and easier to read.

I can not stress this next point enough.

THIS DOES NOT MEAN THAT THIS NOVEL WILL BE DROPPED. 

It's just that I'll be taking a break from this story to work on a few other projects that I've thought up.
  
Thanks for being so understanding,
Victim

[Escape is Impossible has joined the chatroom.]

Escape is Impossible: "Hello, is anyone there?  I was advised to come here after the deed was done."

Wishful Thinking: "Ahh, a new memeber joins us this day.  Welcome, if you have any issues or questions feel free to reach out.  After all, we all share a similar interest here."

Escape is impossible: "I only have one question right now.  How do I properly dispose of the body?"

As I gazed at the absurd chat before me I could only pray in my heart and ask again.  "System, what do want me to do again?"

"Host has 8 hours to apprehend the murderer known as Escape is Impossible before he successfully disposes of his victim's body.   Failure to do so will result in the termination of the host."

I have seen that there is a new writing prompts contest about werewolves. My book is aligned with the theme, I am thinking if I should join or not. However if I will join the contest I will have to delete this current book  and create a new one. Since I have 50 readers in this book  I want to ask your opinion about this. I want to know your thoughts, please write your comments. Thank you my dears.  I will appreciate your feedback
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Hello I decided to edit the content of this novel into Tagalog Version and I decided to create a new book in order to join the WPC contest. You can add the new English Version of this book if you want. I will start to delete and transfer the chapters of this novel to the new book.  Will you still support the book? Apology for this rush decision.

dystopian writing prompts

Writing Prompts Fantasy

Enlightened Empire

A Goblin's Evolution

Dystopian Tales Online

To My Sunflower

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Runes of Hecate (MIGRATED)

Lyrcan white wolf from LYONEDESTENE ACADEMY (The Daughter of a sinner)

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Gumiho [ Hiatus ]

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