Writing Prompt

It’s start on a cold weekend out to our favorite place in the woods nearby the city park. Away from the crowds and nosies of the city. But this time it’s different after hearing the news report of the escape killer. But we weren’t going to let that dampen our spirits. We will keep the fire big and roaring until the snow came putting it out…...

Tears on the paper

After rolling down my face

Drinking all the water

So I don’t eat and break

My jaw hurts from gum

My head hurts from the screams

If I say I’m tiered

It’s not because I didn’t sleep

It’s over it’s gone the war has won

But no one knows how far you’ve come...

Scared To leave

Scared to stay

It was just supposed to be a fun day

But they ripped it away

They ripped us apart

Before it could even start

Surrounded by blood

Tears and sweat

Memories linger upon my mind

A scream barely escapes

I can’t take the pain

Everything is gone

I should have never left...

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6:00 A.M.

Riiing. The clock on the wooden bedside table began to girate, spewing its sound waves out into the atmosphere. The sound waves crawl through the air, untill they creep into the ears of our pathetic soul. With a huff and a puff, Tim threw his hand ontu the screaming electronic, silencing it with one slap. He wished he could sink back into the pillows, to stay carelessly stuck in slumber...

The family is alone. Deep, deep in the woods in a clearing of dying grass. The unforgiving dark lake that appears jet black infront of the blood red tents sits still and silent waiting for a victim to get to close to the hidden current just below the surface. The wind blows once every few minutes ruffling the crunchy leaves causing it to sound like footsteps, but then deserts the scene leaving the...

Family went out on the outing on the beach like most days with the dogs and the children

Today, however the shoreline that came across something weird

A body was washed up

The most the most weird thing was, it wasn’t just one body but lots

A plane crashed, no survivors

When they tried to ring the cell phone, it was like it was dead

As they looked at the sky streaks and meteor fell to the grou...

My friends warned me, why didn’t I listen. They told me not to come but I did. Its creepy and old, this house is broken and destroyed. Tiles creek and lift as I walk up the stairs. Carpets on the floor gone and destroyed, noises are heard coming from the attic. I look around the upstairs and walk into the kids bedroom, tired it is, there’s the bunk bed for twins with worn out stuffed animals on th...

Mike picked up a photograph from his memory box. Summer of ‘88 was written on the back, in big swirly letters (his mothers handwriting). In the photograph, his family was smiling. He was smiling. And yet, as he focused more, his eyes looked dead, as if the joy had been sucked out of them, and it had taken every painstaking ounce of energy still left in his soul to smile for that photo.

He though...

The car was silent as the Clarke family raced against the clock, tension thick in the air. Mr. Clarke's gaze kept flittering between the clock on the radio and the highway in front of him. Mrs. Clarke kept tapping her perfectly polished blood red nails on the center console next to her. 12 year old twins Benji and Brielle were sitting in the back seat staring out their respective window.

Time se...