Writing Prompt

It’s Mom’s birthday today!

I stopped at the red light, and hum along to _Pink Skies by Zach Brian. _That was her favorite song.

“Gosh, I can’t cry right now!” I feel water drip down my face.

The light turns green and I continue to drive, I listen to my mother’s playlist and try not to cry. If only I told her to move!

I walk around as I feel the sun beam down on me. I find her grave covered in...

What a way to go

For the show

How’d he know

Let’s go

Right now

Brown cow

But how

Not right

Or fright

Be light

Not heavy

Chevy...

I’ve never been the type of person to become interested in things that aren’t really relevant to me in that moment, but something that happened today caught my eye, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.

It’s been a pretty calm life on my end, especially since my father has passed. It may seem weird why this is a relief until you would _really _get to know him. He may have been a “brilliant scie...

Javon has no idea why he is here. This is a dream place he’s never seen before. He thought it was strange that there’s fog rolling in on a summers’ night like this. If it were real, it wouldn’t be this frigid. Icicles hang from edges of buildings as he walks by them on fallen leaves. Autumn has dawned and lesson for life is neigh.

Upon walking, Javon noticed what seemed like a mortuary, which he ...

It was getting cold. A thin cloud of mist hovered over the dirt path that lead to the stone gate harbouring an old wooden shield on wich washed away letters were engraved: 'Graveyard of the forgotten souls'. It wasn't immense nor grandiose nor particularly decorative, this graveyard, simple stone graves were scattered across the valley as if the deceased had been hazardously tossed upon the cemet...

I've never been scared of much. I mean sure, I would not like to have a stand off with a spider any time soon but that is more of a preference than a fear. If I am honest, I don't tend to react much to anything anymore: not pain, not sadness, not happiness, nothing. There is only one thing that makes me twitch: Death.

Just the thought of the afterlife makes me quiver. Is there one? Will I be in ...

Walking along the path, an eerie silence hung over the misty graveyard.The atmosphere felt dark, as if something sinsiter lingered nearby. It was quiet. Too quiet. The moss to my feet dampening each step i take. My ears rang as my eyes swayed along rows and rows of overgrown gravestones, glancing at the engraved words, made of weird, rune-like letters, from time to time. Though they were another l...

I turned my head as I reread the stone, "you may have earned your name finally young one, but they won't forgive you for this kill". Odd I thought myself, why would a child need to earn their name. I shook my head and finish the walk back to my car walking on the path the Cemetry had freshly laid with brick and stone, I sigh grabbing my journal and start writing the words from the tombstone in the...

What the hell?

Timothy noticed those words written on the gravestone, the words etched into it in quite neat cursive writing.

It was a bright and sunny day in the Lockwood Cemetery. All around, birds chirped and green trees towered over the many tombstones, most with bouquets of roses. It was an expansive graveyard; the tombstones, scattered all over the green grass, stretched as far as the n...

"Please, don't do this!" the weathered headstone read.

Simon sighed and turned away. The rows upon rows of gravestones stretched on into the night, disappearing in the fog somewhere far away.

How long had he been wandering through this accursed place? Time seemed frozen, the very air feeling still and stiff, like in a crypt that had not been opened for hundreds of years.

Simon had to have seen hun...