Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Adellanuki @ deviantart
Use this image as the setting for a story, poem, or descriptive piece.
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There I was sitting at my mothers grave when I saw someone sitting just a few grave stones away so I stood up, walked over and I asked “hi how do you know this person?” Then all of sudden before she could answer we heard someone say “I live here now get out.” So of course we started running and running until we ended up at this diner so we went in to see if anyone could help us. But once we went ...
Abandoned I was. I feel like nothing kneeling here talking to you. Remember when you were wearing that white dress? You looked so pure and heavenly, full of life, something straight out of a movie screen with the sun embracing you. You told me how you felt, but I was too scared to accept it, too scared to risk losing the bond we had. I wish I could take it back, I wish that I had never uttered tho...
Bereaved lovers and children haunt the churchyard, the late summer evening casting a warm and gentle haze across old burials. Candlelight cuts through the low mist, bathing the graves in goldenness - every name, every date of birth and death raised in the solstice light. It is nights like this when Janya drifts among the headstones, murmuring their names aloud, softly touching some. It is not sen...
The mists covered the path, curling around tree roots and stones like a living being trying to reach out and grab my feet as I walked along. I could barely see the structures and figures in the distance through the dense fog and thick forests. My fur quivered in a wind that did not seem to exist, while I sniffed the air trying to determine what magic ruled this place. My quest started many moon...
I wished that I were dead
No really, I did
When life has kicked you in the ribs
One too many times
It’s easy to decide
You’ve had enough
Though the weight of responsibility
Keeps your death wish just that
A wish
Until
You wake up to a howlling
Like a symphony of mourners
In an eerie moonlit graveyard
Shrouded by the fog of night
All around you you see faces
Ghostly pale and translucent
An...
It’s quiet here, but screams echo in my ears.
The gardens are well tended. I wonder about the fertilizer.
How many of my hopes and dreams will end here, sprouting grass?
There are worse places to be. There is no tension, no anger, no pain or anguish. Anything that could have happened has happened already.
I regard the monuments, the inscriptions, the dates, the flowers and gifts left by mourne...
I am dead. Before you ask not in the brain eating zombie type of way. I am a ghost and cursed to be so until i “fulfill my unfished purpose”. Which at first sounds nice but the only problem is i don’t know my purpose. Therefore here we are. Stuck in this dirty, old graveyard. Where no one visits and no one even knows exists. This shithole is completely isolated from the outside world. On a tiny is...
She had walked through this cemetary a hundred times before, but it had never before looked like this.
Always eager to prove her bravery, a school yard dare soon became a regular short-cut, and later, edgy hangout spot.
It had never scared her, and it soon become second nature, as familiar to her as the hidden corners of her yard or bedroom
So how had she never seen it like this before.
A glow ...
He didn’t realize who was his other half until she was six feet under.
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James slumped against Ivy’s grave, the cold slab of stone pressing against his damp cheek. The cemetery had long closed its gates, but he managed to get in through a hole in the fence Ivy cut a few years back as a shortcut between their homes.
Since the day they met at a comic store a...
The moonlight creeping through the patchy fog outlines the vague shape of a man and the crumbling gravestone he leans against. The bit of chin, cheek and forehead, stripes of marble skin and marble stone like a smudge on paper. Blending there shadow merges the bulk of nondescript fabric and broken rock etched with collapsed details. A hand reaches towards the moon to watch the play of light and sh...