Writing Prompt

With a twinkle of diamond in his pocket,

And a once brown suit now turning grey,

Hugo walked to the manor of the women he'd pursue,

And only with her would he find his place.

"Oh Anna Lee, take my hand in marriage,

And my love for all life.

With you, I shall be one,

For all my days and nights,"

He cried to the wind.

"And let us be one, forever,

For eternity and in-between,"

Hugo sung aloud,

Wit...

The graveyard robber prowled through the open gate, shovel in hand, eyes scanning for recent burials or elderly burials from at least twenty years back.

The robber’s greedy eyes lock on a shiny stone protruding up from the ground like a rotting finger from a dead hand.

It was shaped as a mason jar, painted fireflies dancing about on the stones face. The chiseled words tell the robber that the la...

Was it supposed to feel this way? The pain. The tears. Maybe it was because in my mind Kai was someone who would alwyas be in this world. I couldn’t even imagine seeing his name on a grave, it was too much.

Tyler stepped up to the grave.

“Malachai,” he whispered, “I’ve got this for you.”

He placed a picture on the grave. It was of him and Kai, with there arms around each others shoulders.

“It’s...

She yawned, opening her eyes. As always, all she saw was black. She lifted her hands and pushed on the clump or grass, dirt, and dead flowers above her head. It easily opened and she sat up, her back popping the whole way.

At the same time, he was doing it too. He looked at her with a loving warmth in his empty eye sockets. She loved it. She hadn’t been dead as long as him, so her eyes were stil...

I never thought my life would have brought me to this point. Standing alone in the cemetery looking down and the resting place for my first love. One act of violence led to his death, something that could have been prevented. I know what the narrative will be. It has been the Same thing for a week. The headlines read: “Shawn Jackson, man identified in the shooting, killed in act of violence.” The...

This really isn’t your typical love story, or at least the beginning of one that you hear or read about too often. This is a love story born from a place where death resides. But it’s definitely one worth telling.

Welcome to the small town of Windale, where everyone knows everyone. Or at least they think they do. Behind every door is a mystery and every resident has their secrets. But tha...

I’ll never forget the first time I met her.

Hair dark as the night sky,red eyes that shown brighter than rubies.

She was truly a sight to behold.

She was so beautiful, that I forgot where I was. Her smile was so cute and heart-warming that I forgot how I even ended up here. She soon spoke and that’s when I realized where I was, I was in.. a graveyard..?

“Heh, You might want to move, I don’...

Have you ever attended a funeral of someone you barely know?

Before I came here, I didn't know him, to be honest, aside from his name-which might have been fake in the first place. I barely knew what he looked like. I mean, the pictures he sent me looked

starkly different from the face behind the coffin glass.

I only came here to know the truth. I guess I wanted to affirm myself that I wasn't be...

The sight took Nicole’s breath away. Although it was the first time she’d set eyes on the rows of speckled white, the feeling that rose up in her chest stopped short of taking her breath away.

There was, she couldn’t quite put words to it, but it was a sense of familiarity. The order and symmetry both a work of art and mystery.

For as you took another step or two- or three, four big ones.

Wha...

It was dark and gloomy as if pain and sorrow had exploded on the world. Fog covered the grown and the smell of death lingered in the air. Stumbling through the graves, dragging a trash bag behind me, I found I was not the only living visitor of here. A man, my age or a bit older, weeping beside a newer gravestone looked up at me.

You could tell it was new by the fresh dirt on the ground and th...