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The aim of these writing prompts is to help with dialogue writing. This can be useful for scriptwriting and screenwriting, as well as narrative writing.

When you click the button, a random first line of dialogue will be generated. Your task is to continue the conversation.

For more first line writing prompts, go to the First Line Generator page.

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The aim of these writing prompts is to help with dialogue writing. This can be useful for scriptwriting and screenwriting, as well as narrative writing. When you click the button, a random first line of dialogue will be generated. Your task is to continue the conversation.

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"Well, I think it's important to note that I haven't agreed in the slightest. This is blackmail."
He shrugs and nudges the shovel toward me with his foot.
"Oh, nevermind that. Let's begin."
We dug for hours, and aside from his occasional grunts and pants (he does make an awful lot of noise), it was silent.

Hilary

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There was a pause on the other end of the line when I answered the phone with a solid, "Hello?" It was only for a second, but in that moment of hesitation I knew immediately I would be receiving bad news.
"Hello, Greg," Maryanne replied, a hush in her voice, as if she was hiding her call in a crowded house. "You're not busy right now, are you?"
"No." Another pause. I wondered if she had hoped I would say yes.
"Well... it's about Verity Crawford," she explained.
Verity Crawford. Our mutual friend from high school. One that I hadn't spoken to in years. She had gotten too famous to even speak about-- my conversations with Maryanne never discussed her.
"Yes?" I was holding my breath. My eyes stung.
"I just thought someone should tell you that... well, she's dead."
- Emily

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"Its not like i'm going to die, its just skydiving. And you told me how important this interview is to you I don't think its worth missing to see me jump off a plane once."                        

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"Its not like i'm going to die, its just skydiving. And you told me how important this interview is to you I don't think its worth missing to see me jump off a plane once."                        

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"Eh the interview is for a minimum wage and mediocre job anyways. I've always wanted to go skydiving and really want to make it up to you for missing your party.

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"Don't you think it's a little odd to be late to your own funeral?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side slightly.
"What's the point? No one's gonna see me. Besides, I didn't want to watch the few people who bothered to come laugh at my coffin." "They wouldn't be laughing if you hadn't been such a prick to them in life." He narrowed his eyes at her in an threatening manner. But then he looked around the almost empty room and realised she was right. "It's not their fault you were cruel." "Just keep putting salt in the wound why don't you?" "You know I will." Her last comment was followed by a playful smirk. As angry as she was at him, she couldn't help but feel joy talking to her brother again. And she could tell he was happy to see her too. For behind his cold, menacing eyes, she could see something that hadn't been there in a long time. A glimpse of love. Love for his dear sister that he had missed all those years.

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"Well, it depends on whether or not you want to know." They smugly replied.

A taunting smirk plastered on their lips as they stood by the entrance of the old and dusty shed.

"What again did You bury in the garden." You repeated slowly to them.

Their gaze seemed to shift from smug to pure derange as their smirk grew wider. "..Your soul.."
~ C.P

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I'm not on earth, I'm on a paradise where I belong.
Black hole with no happy soul.
Where am I? I said
your home where you don't have to feel pain no more, Angel said
where's my funeral? I asked
Your favorite church where you in your auntie go, She said.
Can I go?
yes you can, my guardian angel said

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I smiled over at Jay on the couch.
"Uh, you're welcome, I guess?" She droned out.
"Well come on, up and at em'." I could feel my request for help might not go through.
"What, uh, are we doing again?" Her eyes were half shut at this point.
"Never mind it." Blunt but in a pitch soft enough that Jay was able to turn back to the TV without any hesitation.

-Quinn

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"Matteo! Your shirt is completely wrinkled! you're absolutely hopeless".
"Mama, enough I look fine" he responds
"Who lied to you?" I receive two glares.
"no you don't and you're going to be late" She continues and goes off mumbling and ranting in Italian, swiping non-existent dirt off my brother's shoulder.
"Natalia he looks very sharp" my father cuts in.
"How can you say that Salvatore? He looks drunk! Are you drunk?" She hisses.
"Sure smells like it" I snort. "Or maybe that's your cologne".
"Luciana" Papa scolds.
"Abbastanza, enough. Just go, *sigh* always late" Mama says with resignation.
"Just give me a minute mama," Matteo says.
I cut in- "And be late to your own funeral? I don't think so"
In return, I get a swat and an "enough Luciana" from Papa.
"What? I'm just saying! I'd feel the same way too if I was marrying her".
"Oh, Mio Dio!" I hear mama mumbling as she walks away with papa.

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Avery felt his surroundings form about him, and his eyes snapped open once he was fully awake. He was on the couch, and Uncle Edward was in the kitchen, pouring himself some spinach juice.
"Well, seems like Sleeping Beauty finally decided to get his butt moving," he sneered. Avery looked out the window, surprised to see how much darker the sky was. "Go make yourself useful and bring my coat from upstairs."
"Yeah, yeah, alright. Whatever," Avery muttered, heading towards the stairs.
"I'm sorry, it sounded like you said something," Uncle Edward remarked, a new edge to his voice. "How about you say that a little louder, hmm?"
Avery's jaw tightened, and he struggled to keep a neutral face. "I wasn't--"
"Sure you were. My eyes might not see as well as they used to, but my ears work just fine," Uncle Edward said, now staring at Avery. "So do my arms. I can throw just fine."
Avery's gaze darkened. "I said, yeah, alright. I'll get your coat." He ran upstairs to his uncle's bedroom, and whatever Uncle Edward was yelling to him from downstairs, he couldn't make out.

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The doorknob jangled and Harry nervously marched into the room.
"Oh boy, I really did it this time!" He boomed out like a first-time skydiver.
Rolling my eyes, I asked "what have you done now?"
"Well..." he closed the door and untied the drapes, "so you heard about this latest land lottery? With the 50,000 acres?"
"Well, yeah, I'd heard about it."
With a guilty look on his face, he bit his folded pointer finger. "So you know how they only put one person's name in once?"
"Right."
"And how the big families have a better chance at winning it big than the solo acts like yours truly."
Of course, that was only natural, "It is a numbers game."
"Well..." he hung up his hat and sat down on the bed, "I figured it'd only be fair to enter the lottery if I had even chances with all the farmers what have a wife and parents and seventeen kids weighing up their favors."
"Maybe you'd ought to have hosted your parents and found a wife and had seventeen children, then," I recommended, knowing no three actions could be more opposite to Harry's lifestyle.
"Yeah, well what's past is past, I figure." He looked at the curtain and started tracing the pattern.
"Well?" He was such a distractible man
"Well what?"
"Well what did you do that's got you so iced over!?" Even I could only take so much of Harry.
"Right, right, well, I figured the only way I could win the lottery was if I had a big family."
"So..."
"So I told them I had a big family"
I couldn't believe him, "Oh, Harry!"
He grinned guiltily, "Yeah, a wife, parents, in-laws, and four kids in counting"

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"I've heard enough. You've spewed your lies for longer than I can handle. If she's dead and you're the one telling me.." Suspicion crept into the shadows of his face.
"Now i-I think- if we could just take a moment, I think you would reali-"
"You killed her!" His eyes narrowed and fist clenched. He began to advance towards the hunched-back man.
The short man slowly backed himself into a tree; a sudden thump and pool of fog vanished upon contact with what was not a tree, but the flailing woman he had just tried to murder.

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I wrote this more like a script because i wanted to see what I could do with dialogue alone

T: Hey, hi! Thanks a bunch for this.

I: No problem.
M: You said she’s seven now?

T: Yep! It’s kind of sad.
B: ...sad?

T: She couldn’t find any kids at her school to invite so she invited you guys.

I: Hey! Don’t say that! Especially not about your own sister.

B: You shouldn’t say that at all.

M: And we’re her friends, too. And I think she does have friends at her school.
T: I didn’t say anything wrong! I said it was sad and it is sad! If she had friends, they’d come to her birthday. Friends come to birthdays.

B: We’re going to her birthday now, so that makes us her friends then.

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“Thanks for agreeing to help”, stammered my mother. She began slicing up the tomatoes on the chopping board. I stood at the kitchen door, wondering what I just got myself into. I believe she realized that I hadn’t moved yet, so she looked up and stopped chopping. I stared at her.

“You can start grading the feta, sweetheart.” I went to the kitchen island and grabbed the cheese sitting on a chopping board. I began to grate the cheese.

“Honey, you need to be gentle. The cheese isn't going anywhere, I promise.”

I felt like I was suffocating next to her, waiting for an insult to come rushing out. Once I was done, I ate a piece of cheese.

“Sweetheart, please wait to eat when the salad is done.”

“Mom, it's not like we don't have a whole block of cheese grated. I'll be fine.”

She put her knife down.

“It's not the cheese I am concerned about, it's you. Did you wash your hands before coming down?” I stared at her and realized that she was serious.

“Of course I did mom. Do you need me to wash them again in front of you?”

“ Honey, no need to be sarcastic with me. I just asked you a simple question. Sanitation is important, especially in the kitchen.” She was irritated with me now.

“Next time, mother, don't ask me to cook with you,” I snarled. “Actually, don't ask me to do anything with you, since you can't seem to keep all the judgment away. “
- lauren

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“Thank you for agreeing to help,” she says.

“Of course, anytime!” He replied. “So where are we headed?”

“Down 4th street next to that run down building on Willow road, you know it?”

“Yeah, I drive by there on my way to work.”

“Good,” she says, tossing him the keys.

“Oh, I’m driving?” He raises his eyebrows and nods slightly.

She rolls her eyes, “obviously.”

Once they get to Willow road, he saw the graveyard next to the dilapidated house.

“What are we doing here?” He questions.

“Just follow me,” she hops out of the car and walks over to the gate.

Hesitant, he treads behind her as they walk up to a rather large gravestone.

“You know this guy?” He jokes, laughing under his breath, fear on his tongue.

“Yes.” She ignores the joke.

Taken aback, he says “um, I don’t know about this.”

“C'mon it'll be easy. Just one thing and we’re outta here,” she shrugs him off.

She pulls out a shovel and he backs away, starting to run out of the graveyard.

“Hey! Where are you going? I need a ride back home!” she yells after him.

He stops and watches her as she takes flowers out of her back pocket and starts digging a small hole near the edge of the gravestone. She plants the flowers and pats it down, getting out her water bottle and giving the plants some water. He lets out a huge breath of air as she runs toward him and claps his back.

“You were so scared,” she laughs. “Cmon, let’s go!”

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“What again did you bury in the garden?”

“Oh, nothing. Just some beans I bought the other day.”

Jane paused. She grew pale, and a panicked expression slowly crept onto her face. “Wait… they weren’t magic beans, were they?”

I was taken aback. “Why yes, that’s what the guy told me. How did you kn-”

We were interrupted by a loud cracking sound in the distance. I spun around, only to face the largest plant I had ever seen in my life.

Its stem was the width of five tree trunks, its leaves were the size of a human head, and it sprouted curly tendrils that seemed to stretch out for miles and miles. Its giant roots had nearly split the ground in two, and as I gazed at the beanstalk, I realized it was growing right out of the spot where I had buried my treasure just days ago.

- Sophia

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"Seeds..." said the gardener.