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Do you need some dialogue prompts to help write your next story? Or maybe you’re already writing a story and you need inspiration for the next scene or conflict? Here are fifty-five dialogue prompts for you to use! 1. “I don’t get it. I got the money and the charisma, and yet he got the girl. What does he have that I don’t?!” “Empathy, humility, a functioning brain–Shall I go on?” 2. “I’m not one to name names, but— “Then keep your mouth shut! Do I look like I need drama right now?!” 3. “I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation.” “Oh, I understand the severity. I just don’t see how any of this is my problem.” 4. “Why are you putting garlic powder in your water?” “Tell me why you’re putting spiders in yours, and then I’ll consider answering your invasive question.” 5. “Remember, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” “But I despise lemonade!” 6. “The soup is cold!” “Just like my soul. Perfect.” 7. “Mom and Dad said we shouldn’t–” “Yeah, well, they’re dead now. Who...

What's for Dinner


Yesterday, I received a strange letter.

It said, “You’re the winner!

Congratulations my friend,

You have been invited to a grand dinner!”


At the bottom was the time it would start

Along with the address.

I didn’t have anything else better to do

So I put on a bit of perfume and my best dress.


When I went to the house

I was greeted by a hare.

He let me right in

And all I could do was stare.


The house was magnificent.

It had such elegant decor.

Crystal chandeliers, silver flowers,

And ornate paintings galore!


There were plenty of animals

Who had been invited to the dinner too

Such as a bear, an ox,

And even a cockatoo.


My stomach growled.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the hare.

“I am not sure,” he said.

“Ask the mare.”



“What’s for dinner?”

I asked the mare.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Ask the bear.”


Frustrated, I went to find him.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the bear.

“I don’t know,” he said, licking his chops.

“But I’m hungry, so I might eat Hare.”


“Don’t do that,” I said.

“Who’s hosting this party, anyway?”

“I think it’s the cockatoo,” the bear said.

“You smell like cookies, I dare say.”


I didn’t want to be an appetizer

So I quickly left the room.

I was beginning to regret

Putting on that cookie dough perfume.


As my stomach growled louder,

I found the cockatoo.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Ask the kangaroo.”


I sighed and found the kangaroo.

Again, I asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Ask Ox. Maybe he knows the winner.”


At this point, I was hangry.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the ox.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Ask that silly fox.”


I stormed over to the fox.

“What. Is. For dinner?”

The fox smiled at me.

“Why are you the winner?”


“I suppose, but what does that mean?!”

The fox chuckled. “Oh, so you don’t know?

The ‘winner’ is the appointed chef

And chefs must prepare food, sooo…”


I stood there dumbfounded.

“Surely this is a joke!”

The fox shrugged.

“We’d pay you for it, but we’re broke.”


My face grew hot.

“This is utterly insane!

And you thought I’d go along with this?

That’s simply inane!”

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