Writing prompts and inspiration

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P1: *Singing loudly*. P2: Please be quiet.  I cant hear myself losing the will to live.  P1:  *screams at the top of lungs *

P1:  I would call you an imbecile but I won't because you wouldn't be able to spell it.  P2:  I can too! Embiceli.  P1:.....yeah that's cute.

P1:  *pokes p2.*. P2:  if you interrupt my reading again this book will become a lethal weapon.

The prince fought valiantly to slay the dragon.  "No!  Stop you fool!"  The princess yelled frantically.  "Fear not dear maiden!  I will slay this dragon and we shall be wed!"  He said right as the dragon knocked his sword from his hand.  The princess rushed forward and picked it up.  "You shall not harm this dragon fool.  I came with it willingly."  She said and the prince spluttered in disbelief.

Tip one. Never trust the only survivor until you find out how they survived.

P1: you know not all heroes are angels. P2: what do you.... p1: I've saved many people but I've killed twice as many. *holds a knife up to p2s neck with tears in their eyes*

P1: if you could be paid for being clumsy you'd be a billionaire.

I woke up in pitch black. I tried to open my eyes but something was keeping them shut. I was cold and wet but I couldn't move.

Once upon a time is such an easy way to start a story. It's so simple and overly used, yet here we are.

She carefully aimed the crossbow at her target. She took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. Her target jerked on impact and looked her direction almost locking eyes with her as he fell to the ground. She took another breath. "Really you must stop sending me souls darling." Said a raspy voice in her ear. Only one being could sneak up on her like that. "Death, how have you been?"

P1:*sobbing by a lake* p2: what's wrong? P1: I let my boy/girlfriend drive my truck and now she's gone! P2: oh no! Your boy/girlfriend died? P1: what? No my truck! *sobs harder*

P1: you wear that a lot.  P2: that's because I'm the main character of this story I have to much going on for a wardrobe change peasant.  P1: w-what?  P2: nothing your fine. *pats p2 on head*

P1: I'm the kind of person who picks the wrong out o right and wrong.

P1:  I'm fine.  This is great.  No problem at all.  P2: you were literally stabbed thirty times and you can't stand.  Stop batting me away and let me stitch you up.  P1: I'm fine promise.  P2: your dying of blood loss.  P1: no your dying... of... lood bloss.  P2:  blood loss now shut up.

I woke up slowly stretching out.  I groaned and sat up.  I looked around my room feeling like I was being watched.  After a minute I shook the feeling of and walked into the bathroom.  I froze as my gaze drifted to the mirror.  It was foggy and in the fog was written. 'You talk in your sleep.'