Sometimes a beginning is all that is needed to start a story. Check out these 28 writing prompts for some meet-cutes or just meets for your characters.
28 Nice To Meet You Writing Prompts for the Month of February
The candlelight flickered, making it hard to see their face. But the eyes that stared back at me made my blood rush to my cheeks.
I ended up next to them as a single rider for the roller coaster. Their friends were in the two seats in front of us.
She was usually sitting in front of the fountain in the park, a book in her lap but never looking down at it.
The prince had to marry a stranger in the morning. So he took the chance to go out to the tavern in disguise. There, he met another stranger.
She was leaning against the brick wall outside the strip club, smoking a cigarette. I was trying to get away from my friend’s 21st birthday inside.
There was a man who came to the hospital every week to sit and talk with one of my comatose patients. I was the patient’s regular nurse.
I was always running late. Today, I hailed a taxi and slid in to find another person sitting in the back seat.
Her skirts were soaked as the buggy ran through the puddle. Immediately it stopped and a figure leaned out with a surprised expression.
“So, you want to get a burger?”
“I’m vegan.”
“So, you wanna get a veggie burger?”
The bright colors of the masquerade swirled around as he approached, itching to take the mask off the devil along the wall.
He adjusted his coat before sliding up to her. “Hi,” He gave his most charming grin.
“No.”
The bartender snorted in amusement as the customer struck out for the 5th time that evening.
It was just my luck that I got stuck in the drug store being held up. Glancing up, I found a pair of familiar eyes staring back from one of the masks. Eyes I hadn’t seen for a long time.
“That’s really your name?”
“Yeah, my parents were… weird.”
We both missed our connecting flight and are now stuck in the airport overnight.
My doorbell rang and outside was a clean cut figure. “Would you like to hear about our Lord and Savior, the Spaghetti Monster?”
She was always in the newspaper for academics at the high school. I was homeschooled with no hope of meeting her.
I love books. And this boy in front of me had just dropped off the biggest box of books I’d ever seen at the second-hand shop I worked at.
They were both sitting in the tiny 10×10 holding cell, which was the only jail in the whole county. “So, how’d you end up in here?”
My heart wrenched when a ragged figure shuffled into the soldier’s relief station, coat ragged and shoes falling off their feet.
I didn’t really want to go to the museum. But then I saw the cute tour guide and was enthralled by how excited they were about the art.
The wedding march started and the doors opened, revealing a vision in tulle.
I thought it was going to be a sales call. Instead, when I answered the phone I was greeted with the voice of a very confused sounding human.
She woke up with a groan and a rope tied around her wrist. At the end of that rope was another person.
Her mourning veil obscured her eyes as the casket moved past. He stepped up next to her. “About time you were free of him.”
The wood sprite leaned against the tree, unable to be seen as the young hiker moved past.
The milkmaid was making her rounds through the stalls. Unfortunately, instead of Bessie being in her stall, there was a person curled up in the straw.
Cupid twirled their arrow but didn’t realize that it would come back to bite them in the ass.
