Writing Prompt

“Look how far we’ve come.”

The cliche words are said, whilst I wildly waving and pointing with my free hand at the curved, smooth walls of the tunnel. In the other hand, I swing back and forth the child in between us, the voice of laughter following from the both of them breaking the silence.

The metallic walls are untainted, clean and tidy and an intense contrast against the garish sights we had...

In this giant room, encased behind the back-lit memorials of the walls, are the minds of the greatest people to walk this planet.

When people visit this “museum” of sorts, they can, for a nominal price, select any of the minds to tap into and watch the memories of that person play out, like a live-action movie.

They get a front-row view of it all: What these people saw, how they experienced it,...

as i take my last breath in the hospital bed where i’ve grown weaker and weaker. i succumb to the light.

white light surrounds me leaving me peaceful, painless and full of love.

i feel the presence of both my mother and father who have both passed. feeling like the most pure childlike version of myself, i grasp their hands.

they feel so real. tears form in my eyes. i’ve missed them so much.

...

A mother and loving wife passes away and wakes up in a tunnel. Many people quickly run into the tunnel and eventually she is there alone. She knows what’s beyond it, but doesn’t go in. Not yet. After 7 years, a man appears. They take a moment of silence before sharing a warm embrace. Afterwards, they glance at the light, and then at each other, before sitting down on the ground. The man knows what...

My mother and father are leading me

I don’t know where

I keep following, wanting to be a good son

I shouldn’t have

As we walk fast, almost as if we have to

I see my mother crying

I ask her what’s wrong, I want to be kind

She tells me not to worry

As we get to a train track, when a train is about to come by

My father says, “for the cult!”

He grabs our hand, and makes us all jump in front of the tra...

Her hand, small and bloody, clings to mine like I’m the last solid thing in this universe.

“Papa?” She asks as we near the end of the tunnel.

I look down at her, the mess of a child in all its horrific glory.

Her mouth opens, the heavy lines of a frown etched on her skin. “Are we still…the good guys?”

I halt, tightening my grip on her hand. She winces.

“Yes” I whisper, not knowing if anyth...

They stumbled through the dark, blinded by their tears. A small woman with a tall man linked together by a child. A child in which they could not take care of anymore. A small child who based on appearances one would think he was three maybe four years of age. But in the truth of life, he had been on earth for seven years.

The boy was born with a growth disability, which the doctor had said it wo...

“See that?” The shadow man pointed out the light at the end of the tunnel.

“It’s beautiful!” Breathed the little shadow girl.

“Beautiful things are deadly, little shadow girl. The light kills all darkness.”

The little shadow girl whimpered, inching away from the light.

“Never go to the light.”

“Never go to the light.”

“Never go to the light.”

One day, when the little shadow girl was no long...

An awkward figure floats kind of in a carmine roughed rectangle, titanium white and cerulean baseball game inexplicably interrupted by a misshaped faun, each canvas was more fascinating the next. Dan took in each twist limb, every garish color. The bright minimalist hallway of the Museum of Unfortunate Art had lulled his mind left Dan open to the assault of colors. Dan felt lightheaded.

Hazel tug...

“Your new father awaits you, my dear child.”

“But I like you a lot more.” The child cried. The man looked at the young one that both he and a fellow woman the child only knew as ‘mommy’ were holding by their side

“Mom and Dad will miss you, but you will be much better off without us mortals caring for you.”

The child was sent to his new Father, but both ‘parents’ knew they would never see thei...