Writing Prompt

The place is eerily vacant. Vines encroaching on the crumbling stone graves.

Instead of names to etch the memories of these people into history forever, the last words they ever breathed.

Some normal, like “you” as if they were telling a loved one “I love you”.

Others stranger, like death pulled them under before they could get their sentence out.

But one, particularly old looking, catches my eye...

"What would you like on the gravestone?" The man was asking for the second time.

Kevin was distracted by messages on his phone. But the words finally broke through to him and so he said "She died doing what she loved.” He did not bother to take his eyes off his phone to respond.

They weren’t really her last words. But he could not tell the funeral director what they were.

The funeral director, ...

I feel like I’ve been hiding long enough. Those cops must be idiotic to think they could catch me. I’ve been on the run for years now for the murder of my wife, and they still have no clue how to get me. That dumb skank is still ruining my life even after I got rid of her.

Not only the cops, but the dreams I have every night. You’re reaching me somehow, not only are you ruining me while my eyes...

What a way to go

For the show

How’d he know

Let’s go

Right now

Brown cow

But how

Not right

Or fright

Be light

Not heavy

Chevy...

I’ve never been the type of person to become interested in things that aren’t really relevant to me in that moment, but something that happened today caught my eye, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.

It’s been a pretty calm life on my end, especially since my father has passed. It may seem weird why this is a relief until you would _really _get to know him. He may have been a “brilliant scie...

Javon has no idea why he is here. This is a dream place he’s never seen before. He thought it was strange that there’s fog rolling in on a summers’ night like this. If it were real, it wouldn’t be this frigid. Icicles hang from edges of buildings as he walks by them on fallen leaves. Autumn has dawned and lesson for life is neigh.

Upon walking, Javon noticed what seemed like a mortuary, which he ...

It was getting cold. A thin cloud of mist hovered over the dirt path that lead to the stone gate harbouring an old wooden shield on wich washed away letters were engraved: 'Graveyard of the forgotten souls'. It wasn't immense nor grandiose nor particularly decorative, this graveyard, simple stone graves were scattered across the valley as if the deceased had been hazardously tossed upon the cemet...

I've never been scared of much. I mean sure, I would not like to have a stand off with a spider any time soon but that is more of a preference than a fear. If I am honest, I don't tend to react much to anything anymore: not pain, not sadness, not happiness, nothing. There is only one thing that makes me twitch: Death.

Just the thought of the afterlife makes me quiver. Is there one? Will I be in ...

Walking along the path, an eerie silence hung over the misty graveyard.The atmosphere felt dark, as if something sinsiter lingered nearby. It was quiet. Too quiet. The moss to my feet dampening each step i take. My ears rang as my eyes swayed along rows and rows of overgrown gravestones, glancing at the engraved words, made of weird, rune-like letters, from time to time. Though they were another l...

I turned my head as I reread the stone, "you may have earned your name finally young one, but they won't forgive you for this kill". Odd I thought myself, why would a child need to earn their name. I shook my head and finish the walk back to my car walking on the path the Cemetry had freshly laid with brick and stone, I sigh grabbing my journal and start writing the words from the tombstone in the...