Writing Prompt

Unkempt graves, with numerous varieties of ivy and vine encroaching onto the weathered stone. The figure slowly crept towards the gravesite, something unnatural about its movements. Once it had reached on particularly old grave, it kneeled down, knees to dirt. Laying its cold hands over the barren dirt, it began to dig, and it didn’t stop until it had reached its goal. It carefully selected a coll...

A cold blue mist surrounds me, like a cold blanket.

I’m down on both my knees, infront of the grave of my beloved brother.

I.. I really didn’t mean to.

I could hear the dirt crunching inwards behind me.

Closer and closer.

Forgive me!

I could feel its sharp breath scratching my neck.

I thought you could still breathe in there!

I felt the skeletal hands of a child on my shoulder.

He leaned...

The horror of your hollow eyes

I cannot help but stare into them

At one point

You were once human

I know it

Your face is slim

And your mouth agape

In a white wedding dress

This was supposed to be your special day

Who did this to you?

Was this our choice?

You stare into my eyes

With shame

But you don’t need to feel that way

You are a wandering soul

Empty

But full of shame

You had so much to do

You...

The cold wind brushed past me,I shivered then a voice called out “You only have a few days left” the voice was unrecognisable.

Suddenly the lights went out in the house leaving us in Darkness.

Summer lite a candle and we all huddled up together Like a group of Penguins,we were losing hope and were terrified then that voice appeared again.

“1………..2………..3……..4……….5……6……7” It started counting the v...

The woman never cared for being out late at night, her mother use to say that if something needed to be shielded from the warmth of the sun it was best left to rest in the cover of nights darkness.

She had thought it was an interesting point, and usually always adhered to that logic, but tonight was a special occasion she did not intend to waste locked inside another moment, she had a sweet trea...

Creeping willow

Burning bush

Old witch

Cries at midnight

Looking at the soaring sight

Every blooded moon

Soon she arises

Hear her calls

Hear her cries

For it may be the last thing you hear...

I’ve felt death. The coldness takes over the whole body. There is no peace in this cold feeling. Life is so warm but as that warmth slips away darkness creeps in. The horror of what’s to come for all of our souls. I can’t stand it anymore I want to feel warm again. Please save me from this torture. I see it…that warmth again but it is not familiar. I have to go now to this new warmth. Goodbye, for...

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎�...

They’d always told the tale of the lady in the forest, how you should never meet her eyes, for if you did she’d be the last thing you see. People thought it was funny to taunt the children who lived nearby, to threaten them that the lady in the forest was gonna get them if they didn’t behave. I never believed those silly tales, until it was me who was looking in her eyes....

“It is happening,” I grinned. “It is time.”

Screams of terror engulfs the young boy as I appear in his sight. I am usually more patient, but I wait for no one, especially not tonight.

Darkness fills the child’s eyes while his soul detaches and becomes uplifted from his body.

Smiling down at the horrified face, I bring him to my home.

“Sit with me for a while,” I whisper.

We have until sunr...