Writing Prompt

In the 20th century Germans invented a sort of like a gas to overwhelm the all trenches and as the smoke and the fog smoke coughed out blood and they said 10 man zombies that road no man’s land affecting the living. Both the Germans and the French and the English battle started blast Anti zombie shock troops...

The walls around them trembled, bits of the ceiling rained down. Running through the rows of benches in the Old Church, the couple cared nothing for reverence at this time; they knew what little time they had left couldn't be spent on formalities.

Thalorin stopped them at the front of the benches. "He already knows. He's trying to reverse it."

Orlithsir put a hand on his pistol. "How long has ...

The wind chill was unbearable, as the tribe marched through the snowy hillside. Tan skins shivered beneath thick sabertooth hides. Tuuk's forehead glistened with frozen beads of exertion. The light reflecting warmly off of his golden brown eyes. He was fighting against friction, using a makeshift sled to carry his brother, Buusho. He had been hurt during the hunt, and couldn't walk on his own, so ...

“Here’s a sandwich, love. You really must eat something,” Gwen said.

I shook my head and the world swam. Artie wrapped his arm around my shoulder to keep me from falling apart. Gwen set the assortment of tiny sandwiches next to the flyers for Tommi’s memorial candlelit virgil on my coffee table. Tommi, my bestie, murdered. Her killer still free.

“let me at least make you a cup of tea,” Gwen sai...

Come along, they said. It would be a new, fresh start, they said.

But nowhere did they say that sickness would ravage the travelers. Nowhere did they say that so many of us wouldn't make the trip over. And what of the ocean? Will the creatures lurking underneath murky seas allow us passage or strike at our ship full of easy prey.

King George was a monster. King George was unfair. As true as bot...

The wind whistled through the grass

As the moon cast light over the field

The air was chill, autumn is in the past

Winter is here, as months roll by like a wheel

It was an eerier night here in the deep Carolinas

But then old folks here did not need a reminder

It was a full moon you see, where vampires come out to play

To strike fear in the Victorian townsfolk, ruining their night and their day...

An inhuman scream pierced the night, and Devan felt his heart drop before he realized it was just the bats as they took flight from their perches in the trees. The cold winter night's air in the forest bit his cheeks, turning his skin red and painting his brows and beard in a small layer of ice. Upon further reflection, there were a thousand better ways to accomplish the task he had set out to do,...

One more show left. Deep breaths and it would be just fine, at least for a few songs. Tristan stepped out onto the stage and smiled after another breath. “Hey~” He looked out at the crowd with a smirk that could make anyone blush. “Are you ready to rock y’all?” A cheer erupted from the crowd and Trist nodded. “Now cheer with some tone eh? Cmon repeat after me! Oh-hoh-oh!”...

Rayshawn looked down at his hands were the gun was tightly wrapped. Heavy and cold. Just like he would be in a few minutes. He supposed he was supposed to feel sorry, and he did... somewhat. It was just so hard. Ray has been looking forward to this day for a while. Its been only a few years for them, but countless of lifetimes for him. He was allowed a break wasn't he? He chuckled under his breath...

To thee do we cry

Oh poor banished children

Why do thee cry at night

Is the ghost of the past haunting thee again

Your weeps are soft and silent

But what is keeping thee awake

In a tower so tall

And chained to the wall

Why you cry

Is it the knife I have in my hand

Or the fact that your life will end

I’m the ghost of the past

I know you want to end

Let me end thy suffering

You whimper at...