Writing Prompt

“Where shall we keep the body?”

My body freezes to a halt just behind a corner. When a long pause follows from the chapel, I pray I am not known.

“He does not deserve a traditional burial.

His body shall be placed in a glass coffin, where every part of him is seen.”

I peek around the walls to find Father Marcus’s face as hard as stone. Why is their disdain in his voice? What did my husband do...

“What did they mean, ‘corrupting the youth?’“ Solomon sat at his customary place in the public house and sipped on a beer, casually eavesdropping on the surrounding conversations. He was not trying to blackmail anybody, but was merely bored as he waited for a challenger to face him in the ancient art of chess. The board was set before him with its sweat-stained pieces lined up in their proper po...

The wooden door was open only slightly but the conversation inside was clear as crystalline

water.

“She can’t be here anymore.” The voice said. “She needs someone to discipline her and

take care of her as a real parent should.”

“Of course, but we provide only the best care possible here.” Another replied. “I assure you

she’s getting what she needs.”

Emma jacks assumed that the seco...

Fiction of course. But for how long?

The warheads are heavy. Heavier than lead weights. It’s a weight that creeps into the bones, settles there, lodges itself there. It’s the weight of the promise, of the constant readiness. Of the thing you don’t talk about in polite circles, the thing that still, after all these years, hangs in the air. Something hanging, as if from a tree, just out of reach, ...

What did I hear

My biggest fear

To lose what is dear

Wait one more year

Please don’t leave

Tears on my sleeve

Cries as I heave

Trying my best to cleave...

Eva pushed her thumb between her teeth, trying to stop herself from grinning too much.

Well, Rocco had always been a great support and friend to her since he transferred to her school this year, and her whole life had changed with him around. Rocco’s helped her stand up to her backspitting friends, build her confidence outside of her brother Sonny’s shadow, and learn to grow as a person as well ...

Wheels squeaked. A soft murmur of conversations weaved in and out of the quiet stacks. In a corner someone coughed. Lifting up The Poisoner’s Handbook, Annabell paused.

“All dead. I need all of them dead. I can’t face one more summer with them infesting everything,” an aggravated whisper said from behind her.

The librarian directed the patron to the the gardening section focusing on organic pe...

Whispers in the dark hallway

“We can’t tell the…?”

“I know”

“Well one is going to die…”

“No they Arnt it’s going to be ok”

“I don’t know”

“Let’s go to bed”

“Ok..”

That conversation

It’s scary

One of us is going to die

But whom will it be

I can’t decide

I don’t

Want if it’s all!

What if the world is destroyed!

What if…!

The stories they tell..

Will I be the new hero?

Or will I be the villain

Or ...

The grey walls were paper thin as I listened in.

Something about being taking to a cabin

In middle of forest, where nobody could hear.

With his heart throbbing, frenzied Fred was stressed in fear.

Thoughts swirled around his head of why do they want to

Take him there and what were going to when they’re through.

Cringing in the corner with knees against his chest.

With his sweaty palms trembling, h...

“I’m gonna throw away ALL the bleach and bombs!! NYEHEHE”

OH NO

NOT MY BLEACH

NOT MY BOMBS

WHAT WILL I EAT???

REAL FOOD???

ew no

Actually I’ll live on

Ham

Sandwiches

Ice cream

Chocolate

Alrighty I’m good to survive now

BUT MY BOMBS ARE GONE 😭...