Writing Prompt

John humored the idea that someone was home as he knocked on the door of the old Bridge Bury house. He slammed the old brass knocker into the wood 3 times. Knock! Knock! Knock!

Everyone knew this place had been abandoned 20 odd years ago. He would know best, having lived next door for the last 15, but he went the through motions anyhow.

“Perhaps there was a squatter,” he thought, “or maybe a re...

Lila stood at the edge of Maple Street, her new home in Cera sprawling out before her. The small town felt quiet, almost too quiet, save for the whispers of the autumn wind. As she scanned the neighborhood, her eyes landed on the old, crumbling house at the end of the street. It loomed like a specter, its paint peeling and windows clouded, drawing her in with an irresistible allure.

Despite warnin...

In my apartment, the only window looks out onto a steep hill. On top of that hill is a house boarded up with old wood. It’s been abandoned for as long as I can remember. My landlord always tells me there’s something sinful going on in the place, that priests should be exorcising the sin pouring through its walls. I never pay any mind to any of his ramblings.

Until now.

Police sirens wail into th...

Many years ago, before any of us were even born, there had been a house in the outskirts of this city that lived a girl. This girl was said to be the devil itself, the angel ready to kill at a moments notice. There had been many stories of her existence, but I just think it’s a myth that she ever even walked this planet. She was just another tale that folks tell their children at night.

The self...

Saitama and his friend Gojo was pretty bored today, they decide to explore the house boarded up at the end of the street. Gojo assess the house outside before he went in, the house was dark, old, and dirty. Gojo think that the house was too dark so he require to substitute his glass to a night vision device. Whereas Gojo cant see in the dark, Saitama was capable of it because he have superpower. S...

In life we ask for the things we can’t have

The people that we lost through mistakes of the past

And The people that past

The moments that we had when we where at our happiest

Even the moments with a lost loved one at our saddest

We always find a way to desire what we can’t have

Them years we don’t talk to our family

The years we didn’t chase our dreams

The girl you never got tried to talk t...

“He’s,,gone”, and blankly it’s all my fault, let me tell you how. I’m a 16 year old girl named Artimes, and I think I just killed my best friend.Paris and I, have been best friends since kindergarten, and I love him like a brother, but while in our neighborhood we went to Dead Man Creek, and _they_ found us, and took us to the door.

(I don’t know what else to say)

(Writer block 😭)...

Summer nights in town were brutal, and not just because of the heat. Most of Elliot’s friends went back to their own home towns, each more interesting than his, and he stayed with his parents until school began again. The downside of having a desirable college in your home town, and getting into that college . . . He spent most days alone, inside, reading or eating or sleeping.

Each morning, he ...

My wheels roll and creak, scratching jagged lines into the bitumen road when I come to a halt.

Towering over the town, the black eyes for windows glare at me. The pavement is smashed, the wood is rotting and the metal, rusting. The tire hangs from the tree like a decomposing body, pieces of it collapsing onto the ground every now and then.

The wind howls as I drag my bike along with me, the wheels...

“Hey Mom, what happened to the neighbors living in that house?” I asked staring at the closed house.

“I don’t know sweetheart, now help carry those bags okay”

“Yeah sure Mom”

As long as I can remember that house has always been closed, all the windows shut with hardwood and all the doors locked with metal doors in front of them. And I have never seen anybody getting inside, ever since the famil...