Writing Prompt
Writings
Writings
POEM STARTER
"Even the dead tell stories."
Using this as the opening or closing line, try writing a horror or thriller poem.
Writings
Carved lines on rocks
And a casket that locks
Not much to see
Unless you’re really looking for me
Take a close look at what’s engraved
And step off of what’s already paved
I can show you another place
Where you can look me in the face
I thought I had everything I’d need
But I was still brought to my knees and plucked like a weed
You watch from nearby, waiting for the final scar
My stuttere...
Even the dead tell stories,
The final machete fell at 5PM,
It’s echo rippling through the trees,
As the blood met the earth in a solemn dance.
The Crows and the Vultures swooped down,
Hungry not for flesh—but for memory.
As my mother’s eyes were plucked out,
I could’ve sworn I saw a tear fall down her cheek.
A drop of sorrow caught between the realms,
Like a farewell from the other side....
Some call it, being a “Coward”.
Others call it, being afraid.
One feeling is shaken to the core.
The other struggles with being brave.
On the podium, reading lines.
Time stops, feelings shave.
Is it rain? Is it pain?
Suddenly you’re pushed back.
A gale force unmatched.
You couldn’t even look at him!
Are you a COWARD!? Not brave?
No, there’s fear in there too.
Shaken unable to shake back.
You wer...
Hidden in the trees, cement stones litter
The silence perturbs, the nightlife titter
Visits in the dark, the dread beckons
Wandering endless rows, searching sections
Beyond the rust clad gate, wind swirls
Branches yearn for contact, shadows cast the burls
You linger a moment, words you can never find
A soul to tether to the mortal plain, our momentary bind
Your eyes trace the letteres carved, so...
(Thank you Lysalei for suggesting draft #11! I need more suggestions since my drafts have been increased and I still have 84 lol)
Even the dead tell stories
Even the living have a tomb
Skulls
Hold so many centuries
Of knowledge
And stories
Caskets
Are the canvas
For this
Art
Ever been buried alive?
I haven’t
But
I know
What being smothered
Feels like.
Watch your back
Or someone else will
And tha...
** Missing Person ⚠️**
***Elara Winters (Age 10) was last seen on September, 5th 1999 wearing a pink sweatshirt, blue jeans, and white sandals near county rd LP . ***
The old Article sat for years on the counter
They said I was the detectives hardest encounter
I was in the cabin and my body was cold
They gave me a blanket to hold
My head was bleeding
Whilst my mother was pleading
But here I...
I used to work in a library,
The place where I found love.
I thought reading so much had opened my eyes…
But, no novel could have prepared me for this.
Love killed me.
And love stories always have a happy ending—
But life had a different genre in mind.
The air in here is thick,
And I enjoy the darkness.
But, it makes me focus
On the worms
Wrapped around my decaying body.
Maybe I’m just unlucky...
Even when we all inevitably die
Since time is continuously flowing
And may become angels in heaven that fly
Or may become demons in hell for being rotten, knowing the place they would end up going
That does not mean they will not be known
As everyone’s actions have lasting repercussions
For the work they did in life is still shown
That are still brought up in discussions
Either through the mo...
The writings were in the mirror.
Too curious, I’m triggered.
But the messages are never clear.
Am I crazy?
Could they betray me?
My emotions are hazy.
Silent whispers roam the halls.
I heard my name being called.
I felt my feet being mauled.
Then a man in his forties,
spoke about his quarries.
Then I told him my worries.
A knock buckled my knees.
He said, “ Ignore thee.”
I couldn’t let it be....
Arriving on the scene to a crowd
I take note of the body’s secrets
A bruise on the neck and throat
Hands and feet bound by rope
A single strand of hair is found
It’s stuck under a fingernail
The crime scene techs bag the hair
As I happened to see another thing
Blood was on the feet, the bottoms
I had the techs swab them both
As I waited not so patiently
I finally got the call
I headed to the s...