VSS (Very Short Story) Fantasy prompts for October 2025 #vssfantasy #writingcommunity #prompts

The tiny Emberling of love, floating across the creaking floorboards, perching atop our shoulders, whispering sweet nothings on to our ears. Under the crawling moonlight, our eyes locked into each other, (1/3)

Mild breeze floated across the dark leaves, The swinging lock of your hair slightly disturbed. A millenia worth of pleasure, squeezed into a tiny moment, Wouldn't it extend till sky burns away, Wouldn't our love live on come what may. (2/3)

The cossack thundered across the rocky terrain on his steed, sparks flying from its hooves. Newborn emberlings—like tiny hatchlings—imprinted on me. #vssfantasy #emberling

The Shadowgate was a doorway to the past. Mad scientists would send creepy creations like wyverns and chimeras through it, and heroes of the time would either slay or tame them. #vss365 creep #vssfantasy shadowgate #vsstimetravel doorway

The sign read: Do Not Enter. I did. It slammed behind me. I’m an idiot. Shadows slid across the tiles like smoke— a face, a smile, a silent laugh. The air froze. The walls screamed as they closed in. I ran. No. No. No. NO! The hall ended at… a #Shadowgate? Fuck it. #vssfantasy

At the Shadowgate of life and death, stood your candy coated lips, I have chosen to live my love, No swaying me after meeting the candy. The groaning hinges of the swinging door, They narrate unheard stories, (1/3)

The door closes itself blushingly, Yet the breeze opens it out of curiosity. The lights stay lit, They are in on the action, Even with power lines being cut, The lights would bring out their candle. (2/3)

Shadowgate Castle remembers all who pass through. One's aura, vital energy of the soul, lingers like the scent of smoke. Press your hand against the castle's bones, and you can feel its pulse, the echo of each soul who has passed through. #VSS #vssfantasy #shadowgate

Do not murder my love, even if you can't reciprocate it. Love me or hate me, Do not be indifferent to it. An Ironfang heart, forged in grief, boiled in despair and disappointment, When you arrived in my life, albeit late, A flower bloomed in an iron core. (1/4)

Sparkle of mischief in your eyes, I was smitten by every bit of it, A thought of not being part of your future, I didn't even contemplate it. When I offered you my heart, well softened by your warmth A bit hesitant and apprehensive, Still I never expected a disaster. (2/4)

Do not murder my love, my hard earned and yearned warmth, I will move on with my path, Using your warmth as my beacon. (3/4)

We let our hands linger afterwards, Why should we control them? The ashen hues that had spread over us, It had changed to a warm orange glow. The phantom worries that surrounded us, Melted away in the embrace of our souls, (1/3)

Our monster ball with an audience of two, We danced along all through the night. With the sun waking up to another day, We face a life full of hope & joy, Let our smiles brighten our days, as we lose ourselves in each other's gazes. (2/3)

Ironfang watched the aurora writhe like a green serpent in the night sky. Something ancient and powerful coiled inside his ribcage. Poised to strike. Tomorrow's battle with Titans of Terror would be epic. #vssfantasy #ironfang #vss365 #terror

with tenderness the night kisses her eyelids as she folds into sleep the music of falling rain her lullaby she dreams of him fingers moving in phantom grip the empty spaces between filled with the memory of love's hand holding hers #poetry #mywords #vssfantasy

Ada saw a phantom lingering in the corner. She paid it no mind as she diced & chopped, kneaded & rolled. At tea time, she poured two cups. Fragrant floral steam suffused the phantom with a pink blush as it inhaled the tea. Cinnamon roll? Ada asked. #vssfantasy #phantom

The sun was dead. The surface was cold—too cold. The planet’s core became our home. We share it with the crawlers. I flicked a cigarette down the tunnel. It skittered, dimmed. I’m a digger. I dig the #Everdark. Odds are I’ll be dead soon. The crawlers always get us. #vssfantasy

Vampires dream of the Everdusk — a time when certain celestial bodies align, and the sun no longer illuminates the skies. No longer needing to be unseen, they could feed and roam outdoors as and when they please. #vss365 unseen #vssfantasy everdusk #vsstimetravel align

The Forest of Everdusk is where one goes to be unseen. To paint oneself in the blue ink of woad, and sleep under a canopy of trees. To meditate upon the taste of wild mushrooms. To learn to walk in wonder and perhaps to love again. #vssfantasy #everdusk #vss365 #unseen

Too much time on my hands so catch me investigating. Wondering; trying to figure out what's behind the sacred door? Whispering was heard, related to loving or hating? Maybe insipid idealism; soon we'll know the score. #songtitleprompt, #FoxProse, #vssfantasy, #WeirdMicro