Waking up with a stir, in the stillness of night, a flash of white searing pain throbbing in my head, memories barred behind a fog of confusion. I look around, the mist covered ground makes things difficult to see. In the distance, a shadow of a figure sitting in a melancholy, gentle sighs escaping intermittently. “Food… hungry…” he whines, almost in a child like voice. “Excuse me,” I interrupt. His head turns… no it rotates…almost in a 180 degrees. “Food,” it states, its hollowed eyes, now lit, lunging forward. There’s no time to scream, no time time to scramble or to even process what’s happening. It’s bony arms now clutching on to my wrist, before I feel my flesh disintegrating away, my hand which was once pink and filled with warmth, now replaced by long tendrils of bone, as I stare into a familiar face… my face. An insatiable hunger begins to growl inside me, “food…” I begin to mumble weakly.

She sat on the coffin in her white dress Waiting for you To come join her to rest Vines and roses creeping up her spine Will also happen to you She starts to decay So will you Time to go and join her In death Nothing can keep you away

Blushing roses sprouted onto stone, wild and ‘free’, bound in sanctuary. It traced old mortar, where creepy-crawlys skittered through gaps to foggy blaze, left under slab, where sun did not dare shine. Crying and wailing, a husk of a woman sat atop tiny tomb- still as stone - mouth cemented ajar, grief-stricken. Hands that cradled with nothing to hold. Wind carried whispers of sobs -never to be heard-as there was no babe to nurse, to soothen cry. Mammy sang -crowing, keening- Rock-a-bye baby. Alike tomb ,where twigs laid called nest, egg was only hallow shell, consummation never given body nor flesh. There was no murderer -no eagle to prey- there was only it: death. It took youth prisoner, where flower flourished only to perish within womb, a rose with no thorns is without dam to shelter. Underneath Mother Earth- within tomb- laid hatchling, the only place dead can grow…

Whispers of footsteps echoed within the onyx tainted halls, ascending closer to my wake. Slender claws bit into the timbre and befouled the surface, the wood roaring a woeful weep. The shadow cackled lowly, matching to the cadence of its chant, “Arise, arise, arise. I. Just want. To play.” The steps grew to a booming crescendo, the children wailing into their knees. I squeezed my eyes shut and clasped both palms together, praying to any higher power that may salvage us. The shadow shattered to a sprint, its cackle melting to a howl. “I seek! I seek!” A hitched breath escapes me. This cannot be our end. (Just more practice! Didn’t edit again lol)

An old woman screamed!! The policeman said. Its midnight. I was thinking about my mate's funeral on my quiet and warm bed, but suddenly my creepy neighbour who has Alzheimer's knocked on my door. I went to open it, but my mate's voice said: Don't open it. She opened it and I ran out from the backdoor. I was lucky to find you here. He went to check my house. He found my neighbour’s dead body. I killed him too. My neighbour was the only eyewitness of my mate’s Murder.

The sound of my front door swinging open is what wakes me. I sit up in bed, chest heaving as I look towards my closed bedroom door in fear. Someone was in the house. I slowly get out of bed and grab the hunting knife from my bedside table, unsheathing it. I press my body up to the wall and slowly open the door, making sure to stay in the shadows. I can hear the intruder walking around, bumping into things. They come down the hall and pause, turning their back to the doorway. I creep out from the shadows and strike, plunging the knife into their throat and kill them instantly. I bend down to grab my knife and that’s when I see their face. I forgot my mother was visiting.

the boy of my dreams spun me around, my silky white dress flowed in a circle as we laughed. he always knew how to make me happy in dark times. he spoke with the same calming voice he always used. “may death do us part” he spoke with his stupid smirk and his cute dimples. i returned the words. “may death do us part.” i spoke indefinitely. a scream could be heard from the woods beside us. he told me to stay by the roses as he went to check it out. and so i waited and waited. and waited. my back hunched over as I plucked flowers from the roses. minutes of waiting turned to hours turned to days turned to weeks. ive lost track of time but he’s nearly back i swear. i slowly lowered down to sit just to be met with a concrete slab. I sat up and read the words on the slab. “death did his part” was all that it read. i felt bound to the slab in which i refuse to name a coffin. young kids run past the coffin each one aggravating me more and more as they gain closer. i have to protect my love i thought as i drew a knife from my dress pocket. “maybe that’ll teach them to stay away.” i spoke as i wiped the red liquid off of my long dress slowly staining it.

10 sentences EaSy so what about 10 words?😰😅😈 Vines creeping from the roof slowly strangling the girl. Booyaw🐾🙃

Gaia was laying in bed next to her mate Joseph, both staring at the screen in front of them. When Gaia suddenly felt a cool shiver down her spine, causing every hair on her body to stand up. She knew what time it was. She felt the warmth leave Joseph’s body, slowly making its way to the front of the room. Gaia closed her eyes and scrunched the blanket up over her face. When she felt Joseph turn her way and slide his hand towards her. Pulling the blanket off of her face. “Look”, Joseph commanded. As a slender black shadow creeped above the screen, just watching me from where the ceiling and wall meet. Joseph could smell my fear and told me to not be afraid, it enjoys that. I squeezed my eyes tight, gripping the blanket as tight as my little body could. “He’s right next to you now” Joseph said. I immediately start panicking and scotched closer in towards “my mate”. “Tell him to go away please Joseph.” I could hear the pounding from Joseph’s heart as he said “They don’t like you.” Gaia said with a confused face “why?” Joseph stared into the pits of my soul, “because you make them mad, they don’t like that you try and change me.” I could feel the hovering shadow of his demons above me.

When I asked her name she refused to tell me but only cranked her neck from side to side. As her eyes followed mine I breathed in coolly and out harshly with hopes to blow her away. She hardly reacted except for a small twitch in her jaw that told me enough was enough. I knew she wouldn’t let me leave til she got what she wanted- what belonged to me. I’d sown them shut already. Completely unwilling I was to let her watch me forever. I don’t miss them if that’s what you’re wondering- I remember color very well. I shattered her soon after and haven’t heard from her since. Although, I do wonder if she still waits for me to unthread my eyes and acknowledge her. I won’t. I’ll spoon them before I look in that mirror again.