A small town mayor.

A space ship surrounded by cows

A magician's assistant with magic.

Comic-con

A story about a writer who has finished his book, the only thing keeping it from being published is an editor saying "I need a better title" everytime the writer submits one.

Constraint: Reveal the subject of the book through the series of title submissions only, and without directly saying the subject.

Direct Title Example: History of Mathmatics

Indirect: From Cave Walls to Calculus

Wether or not our cat is truly happy with the life we provide him.

Step on a crack, make your mom attack.

Harmonica

You didn't buy any presents, you live alone. You wake Christmas morning planning to spend the day video gaming in your living room. You walk in the room to find the walls fully decked, complete with a tree and presents beneath it talking up half the room.

More concerning: a ticking sound is coming from somewhere near the tree.

You can't say how you got to this point, but the dress is already on. You have to join the ladies, you're normally trying to spend the night with, on stage and keep the sherriff from looking in the back room of the tavern.

My favorite prompts are either Simple or Constrained ones. I have a tendency to not post my writing to them though. Still warming up to that.

My favorite of prompts I replied to: Elevator

I enjoy when prompts give me ideas for dad quality jokes or puns.

Question for writers with their own subreddits: What made you start it and how do you go about your posts?

How about in regards to only one story or do you use different tags for different tales.

Yes! That is a great ending to it. Thank you for completing it!

I had no idea where I would have taken the story if I had to do the end instead of the middle.

I enjoyed this story starter. It immediately inspired what the 'worst mistake' would be, from a plot standpoint for my middle.

Worst because someone will end up reading it, and hate it like a good pun.

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To Amelia's surprise the elevator moves neither up or down. Instead the elevator spun slowly to the left. With her back facing the way she came in, she pushes the button labeled '15'

Static crackles from a speaker on the right corner of the elevator above the buttons.

"Are we strangers?" Asks a synthetic voice from the speaker.

"I don't recognize your voice. What floor do you live on?" Amelia shakes her head, "What are you doing to the elevator."

"We're no strangers..." There is a pause in the static. The silence in the elevator absolute.

"You know the rules," the voice deepens, "and so do I."

"Rules?" Amelia drops her bag on the floor, "I just want you to take me to my floor so i can get to my apartment, have a glass of wine and a pint of ice cream."

Amelia steps forward to the panel and begins to push the buttons. The elevator rises. The static from the speaker fades away as the elevator lifts.

With a clang the elevator comes to a stop.

The synthetic voice whispers over the music, " Never gunna give you up."

Amelia begins pushing the emergency help button.

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