Writing Prompt

Wednesday, 5:40pm. We get another call for an ambulance. A middle-aged woman is having a heart attack. We get calls like this everyday, I mean, it’s our job to save people from dying. But nothing has been the same since the sentence “the ducks are coming” was said for the first but not last time. It’s the only thing people have said before dying for the past two months, and no one knows what it me...

It started with old folk in their hospital beds announcing that the ducks were coming. We thought it was a joke about some old tv show they used to watch. Then when younger people, dying in accidents or of awful diseases, continued saying it, we started to worry.

You see our people are blessed with the gift of prophecy - even if it is only for the last few seconds of life. Some people’s propheci...

I mean, before it had usually been something mellow like, “It’s going to rain on Thursday” or “The bus will not come tomorrow” or “Your neighbor will destroy your flowers.” Nobody thought anything of them, they we’re merely seen as heartfelt anecdotes to make the ones left behind think that their passing loved ones would see their future as they would be there even when they were dead. So nobody r...

I stared at the ceiling, emotionless. After her long struggle against her own body, she had finally gone. I felt a certain emptiness, but I guess I had felt a very similar feeling for the past few months. We’ve known this was coming for the past seven months.

At that point, she was still her and we had no idea what was coming. It only took a few weeks though before I began to notice s...

At first everyone thought this was some type of joke. A hoax. Some sort of prank. Now, this is getting out of hand. It’s been a year since “Duck Fever” has started. The death rate continues to go up and everybody’s last words have been “The Ducks are coming“. Scientists have even murdered random people just to see what their last words would be. It was always “The ducks are coming”. Nothin...

It started with the elderly, in whispers. The little hospice rooms would house a soft murmur, always the same.

“The ducks are coming.”

Then all the others, every man, woman and child who passed away uttered the phrase— including my own sister. We’d known about her terminal illness for a while; we even discussed the matter, weeks before.

“If my last words are about the ducks, Leanne,” she whispe...

"The ducks are coming." The words that changed my life.

It was a normal day for a fish like me. I was just swimming around chatting with my friends minding my own business when it happened.

So I guess I should give you some background first.

Well, I Fin am apart of a magical fish clan called the Guffers. Now we are magical for a reason. Every time a fish from are clan dies they speak a line of the...

The sentence has haunted me for two months. The ducks are coming. What does it mean? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?! Are those feathery ball of pure wrath with bills finally going to attack? Or is it something else? I sigh and and sit back. And as I gaze out my window, I see them on the horizon. Bills, beady eyes, feathers, and worst of all, supersized. The ducks are coming alright. Now if only they had sai...

Love makes you wanna kill but do love cause pain we cry we fight we hurt one another we yell we pick up weapons cause you can’t find away to figure things out what love got to do with putting hands on one another try kill one another do you really love her like she love you would you go war for her u out here cheating while she being loyal holding it down now look at you lost a good one she put he...