Want some inspiration to write a cozy fantasy story? Here are 10 cozy fantasy writing prompts to help get you started! Feel free to share your story in the comments or share your own writing prompt ideas if you like. Transformation Remorse A mythical being was once overjoyed to give up her old life to become a human. But after a few months have gone by, she wonders if she made the right choice. Being human isn’t always easy, and there are still a lot of cultural differences between her and the normal humans. However, she finds solace in a few other former mythical beings who have the same dilemma as her, so they decide to hang out at a cafe every now and then. Do some of them regret giving up their former magical states in exchange for a “normal” human life? Are some willing to give up the new human life that they had once struggled so hard to get? Do they decide to try to go back to being mythical beings again? If so, what do they do to revert back into a mythical being? The School f...
Once upon a time, there was a moth. Each day, she would fly
around a little garden and drink nectar from all the beautiful flowers. It was
her favorite thing to do.
One day, when she was flying about the garden, she saw a
little bee who flew from flower to flower without getting any nectar. The bee
landed on each flower, inspected it, shook his head, and then moved on to the
next.
Curious, Moth flew up to the bee, who was now inspecting a
violet flower. “Excuse me, Bee. I don’t mean to intrude, but why are you
shaking your head at every flower you land on, and why haven’t you drunk any
nectar?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Bee asked. “None of the flowers I have
landed on are good. They are all ugly and bad.”
“Whatever do you mean?”
Bee pointed to each flower he had landed on in turn. “That
flower over there has one petal missing. That flower has a missing leaf. That
flower is tilting too far to the left. The other is not the right shade of blue;
it’s much too dark. That foxglove has too many purple spots. And as for this
one, which I am sitting on right now, this one has too many tendrils!” He shook
his head. “None of these flowers are beautiful, as they should be.”
“But they are beautiful,” Moth said. She pointed to each
flower in turn. “That flower does have a missing petal, but it has several
others and it’s as yellow as the sun. That flower does have one leaf missing,
but it’s as white as a cloud. That flower is leaning slightly to the left, but it’s
as red as a rose. That blue flower is darker than most of its kind, but it’s
unique, like a midnight sky. That foxglove does have lots of purple spots, but
it goes so well with its cream color. And as for this one, which we are sitting
on right now, it does have lots of tendrils, but it’s just like the rest of its
kind, and it’s a wonderful shade of violet.
“Even if the flowers do not look exactly the way you might
want them to, all of them are truly quite beautiful and I assure you they all
have delicious nectar.”
Bee tsked. “Of course it would all taste good to you.
You moths have crude tastebuds compared to us bees. Our senses
are keener than yours. None of the flowers here are beautiful, and none of them
are perfect, therefore their nectar isn’t perfect either. The nectar must be as
terrible as the flowers are ugly.”
Moth sighed. “Suit yourself. Farewell, Bee.”
Bee nodded curtly. He left the garden, ever searching for
the perfect flower all the day long.
Moth flew on to each and every flower within the garden,
admiring their beauty and enjoying their nectar all the day long.
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