Nothing is more comfortable than an old library but Ambrose Varney’s library was the exception. Leather bound volumes beautifully gilded lined the room floor to ceiling. Sunlight flooded between the velvet curtains. Lemon oil scented air greeted each visitor. The library’s unpleasantness came the inhabitants both living and dead.

Detection Consultant Finch Cassoway admired the stately library whe...

If you asked my favorite time of day

I would say 2am

The darkness and stillness

of the void of the sky

The peace in the world

but not of my mind.

I time i can write

or think to myself

2am A time for lovers

and for light night conversations

A time for the lonely

To have revalations

If you asked me my favorite time

I would say 2am

For the peace

And the comfort of sitting in silence...

Smoke perforates the room spreading to every corner of the trailer. Mold clings to the corners of each suffocating wall. The couch cushions sink and trap you in their hug making you fight to escape them. Grime and dirt cover the carpet in a stained furry, coatimg your feet in dirt whenever you walk across. The filthy cigarette tray and drained alcohol bottles fill every surface and every corner tr...

not ominous, more like sad and tired lol. this is kind of my twist on the prompt, so not exactly what it’s asking for.

Time seems to pass much faster on a full stomach than it does when I’m starving. I blink and it’s already dusk, the sunlight shrinking away more and more with every passing second. Has food always made me this tired? Heavy?

I am shown to the bathroom once my sister is done. I ...

In the heart of a small, forgotten town, there stood an ancient house, known by all as the birthplace of its most revered resident. The air clung with a heavy stillness, as though time itself had come to a halt within its weathered walls. Whispers of the past echoed through its corridors, carrying tales of an ominous history that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to listen.

The hous...

“Suzy, you really can’t let them do this. It’s embarrassing for you. It’s embarrassing for me.”

She looked at him in this place that was all his. His books. His pictures. His knick knacks and memories from his successful life in film and teaching. She felt small.

Susan remembered being here as a student. She was so excited. She had so many hopes and ambitions. Back then, every corner of his offi...

The cawing starts every day right before sundown, so be sure to be timely. If you step lightly, you could make it across the cracked, decaying pathway to the enclosed hollow stairs. Be sure to open the iron door with gentle dexterity, and close it silently as to not make your presence announced.

When you reach the top of the landing, pick up your pace down the endless, echoing hall my darling. Ho...

Once cozy; always a delightful sanctuary for freedom of thought and action. But now as I peered through the half open door I observed my room such as I had never seen it.

The wooden door had deep divots scratched into its surface; the paint peeling away so you could glimpse rotting wood underneath. I gasped when I saw the now uneven plank floor, warped and cracking with every step I took.

A hor...

Oh ! The dead cry out from bloodied ground,

muskets make a thundering sound,

thousands fall in line,

hoofbeats pound the earth in rhyme,

Northern and Southern brothers

against each other,

the smoke of fire shall smother.

Thousands are dead at slavery’s hand,

the playing of “Dixie” in the army band,

Oh ! The dead cry out from bloodied ground,

muskets make a thundering sound....

Carrie had hiked through this forest many times--it was her refuge, when life was beating her up. With each inhale, the scent of woody pine cleansed her mind and quieted her self-doubt. The dappled sunlight filtered through the ancient trees and sparkled in the slow drips of sap clinging to the crevasses of the bark. Beneath her feet, layers of brown pine needles shushed under her feet and cush...