Writing Prompt

Over the years I convinced myself that it wasn’t true.

But the sirens blaring like crying children remind me we’ll never be safe.

Forever in fear of those outside the wall.

I don’t run.

There’s no point, nowhere to hide.

I look down at my cat.

Knowing that this’ll all be over soon.

A smile overtakes my face as I pick him up.

The only one who would miss me.

But I can’t save him.

So no one will miss...

The day started out just as any other. I woke up stiff and stretched out across my bed, joints and bones popping with a groan. I yawn and climbe out of bed, and walk straight to the kitchen to make myself some coffee.

The gurgling sound of boiling water sputters as my coffee begins to brew, the scent fills the air, cinnamon, with strong notes of vanilla. I grab my favorite coffee cup out of the c...

Thought it was not real

But the monster creeps closer

No time for shelter...

I heard the sirens first. The loud wailing sirens with an eerie rhythm broke through the soft tapping of the rain. Joth shivered. Terror clutching him with it’s ice cold fingers. The last time he could remember hearing the sirens was when his father had left, saying he would be back in a couple hours. He had never returned. Joth never found out how his father died. His mother, riddled with grief, ...

"Fun"

"What"i ask as we restock food in the market

"You know how were closing the tower today?"Michelle asks

"Of course I do"i reply a bit offended

"Look" Michelle proceeds to show me a tornado advisory to proceed with caution. Because their is a tornado that may come straight to us in 6 hours.

"That's looks bad"i say biting my nails out of anxiety

"Exactly" Michelle giggle

"What are you on about...

Sirens wailed nearby, signaling the townsfolk to take cover from a danger they had tried to convince themselves wasn’t real.

You couldn’t blame them… not really. It wasn’t like they had much time to accept the incoming news. And it wasn’t like the news sources in town were a hundred percent reliable. Even now, over half the town shrugged it off like it was just another drill. The townsfolk were...

For as long as anyone except Mr Grady could remember, the sirens on the old bunker only went off once a year, when Mr Grady ran the annual test. He wanted to still do the drill, like in the old days, all the townsfolk dropping what they were doing and hurrying to the old bunker to sit around for half an hour before going back to their lives.

Silly old man. The sky hadn’t fallen in decades. Many p...

Take cover

It’s over

Not now

Wow

Go inside

It’s real

It kills

The poison

For no reason

Has been unleashed

Call the police...

St. Francis toppled over. The thud of stone against wood was loud despite the echo of the siren. Pausing, Brother Peter stumbled in his prayer. In a circle of bowed heads, aacolyte looked up.

Once the statue sat dwarfed in a garden of pale green ferns. Sitting between a milk glass lamp that might work and handmade yarn basket, the statue been purchased at a yard sale. That was a long time ago, w...

Sirens wailed nearby, signaling the townsfolk to take cover from a danger they had tried to convince themselves wasn’t real…

People are running in every direction. The market that was just filled with life and smiles moments ago has been ghosted. It is empty now. Everyone just dropped what they were holding and ran. There is kids calling for their parents, lost. Parents and families searching to ...