In honor of our Adventure month, here some open ended prompts to get your adrenaline pumping and your wanderlust burning! You can use as many of the Adventure themed prompts in any project you like, and we’d love to see what you come up with!
It was supposed to be a routine flight over the Himalayas. As looked over the wing I saw something that couldn’t possibly be what I thought it was; it looked like a white step pyramid, one even larger than the great pyramid of Giza. I didn’t get a good enough look at it, though, because as soon as I started flying in that direction my instruments went haywire, and I started going down. When I woke up the plane was a fiery wreck, I was the only survivor, and I was alone in a jungle. I had been nowhere near a jungle.
I should have known it was too good to be true. The government doesn’t just offer to buy out millions of dollars in debt to people like me. Now I’m stuck in a spaceship headed right into a black hole. They assured me it would be safe, and they only wanted to know what’s in a black hole, but the tether that is my lifeline is fraying and what I see on the other side… It can’t possibly be real.
I never believed the stories about mermaids and sea monsters, I always figured they were wind blown from old, bored sailors meant to entertain each other on long voyages. However, that changed when our ship wrecked on a misty cove off the edges of the map. It’s pretty hard to deny the existence of mermaids when one is staring you in the face.
I was commissioned to a freighter crew bound for Lagoon 4861, a gas cloud said to harbor huge creatures able to survive and maneuver in space. With our Solar Sails at full we set out at speed, and I finally met my captain. I thought his name sounded familiar, maybe from some old story I read when I was a kid, but couldn’t be sure. Then he told me of the white beast we were hunting.
I’ve dealt with many cursed objects before, it’s sort of unavoidable in my line of work. But when the golden scarab came across my desk, withering and rotting everything it touched, I knew this assignment was going to be a little more challenging.
The Underworld the ancients always talked about is very real. And if you’re clever enough, and know where to go, you can get there.
The Great War was upon us. In the midst of the roaring cannons, screaming horses, and gas filled trenches, something very strange shimmered over the battlefield. I was a courier trying to make my way to the next trench when an enemy soldier blocked my path. We didn’t have time to even aim our weapons at each other before the thing above us exploded in the brightest light I’d ever seen. When we came to, we were on some tundra surrounded by a herd of very agitated Wooly Mammoths.
Our airship went down over an unnamed, unmarked island in the North Pacific ocean. I had always thought the stories of Atlantis were just that, stories. But looking at the ruins on this island I’ve become a believer.