Writing Prompt

You trace the black trickle of water down your bedroom wall. It was the 9th one you have found, it was then you notice where the black liquid is coming from- the air vent. You reach up and crawl in. You notice a soft thudding noise- as if someone is trying to break through your vent walls. You follow the noise, it leads you to a bigger compartment in your vent. At first you sense nothing- then the...

Every thought urges me to ignore the need to move forward and instead turn around, leave all this behind. The problem is… I can’t. Too much blood has been shed for me to walk away, no matter how much I want to. The fact that I’ve made it this far proves I have to see this through. How could I look at myself in the mirror if I didn’t?

My feet drag across the damp ground, the crunch of roots echoing...

It started with the little things.

Misplaced keys, lost wallets, hidden shoes.

Upside down frames, overturned garbage, broken dishes.

Unlocked doors, open windows, gaping garage.

Shifting shapes in the shadows, creaking footsteps in the night, a hovering presence in the room.

Concerned family members, doctor’s visits, new prescriptions.

A lighter in hand, a voice in ear, a siren in air...

i have just celebrated ten years of marriage to my wife.

our first week married, i would moisturise her dry skin and give her foot rubs and shoulder massages.

our first month married, i would brush her thin, tangled hair and gently kiss her forehead.

our first year married, i had stopped attempting to remove her wedding dress that had fused to her.

our first decade married and i think the sme...

It was my first day, but I was almost confident at least this I could do right.

I finished and took a lick of the knife before setting it back down on the table.

This wasnt as hard as I thought.

As I looked up, the other operators looked at me with wide eyes....

Candles lit, legs crossed, scary stories with the lights off.

Whispers spread, Ecos arise and with every second a new question is applied.

It’s my turn to share that spooky tale, so I begin sharing with not a once upon a time, but once he was there.

Lights cut off, and whispers come to a hualt.

Little chitter chatters of the night of my downfall.

Haunted by the memory, reales me from this sanc...

The reflection titled her head.

But she didn’t.

At first she thought it was just trick since it always October.

Then she saw it again and again.

Something inside of her changed.

Chills ran all over her.

As anxiety gripped her chest.

As the fear came crawling up.

She felt anxious.

As Her reflection yes lingered, mocking her.

She started noticing weird sounds.

She started thinking she was hearin...

The forest felt cool, shadows curling around me as I walked alone. A child’s whisper slithered through trees, soft, but calling my name. I followed the calling voice, leaves crunching under my feet, until it stopped, as I reached a twisted, ancient tree. My heart pounded. Why has I been led here?

I sat on a rotting box, thoughts booming in my skull, fear rising like a tide. The silence pressed cl...

They say when roses grow around coffins, its a sign of deep love held by the dearly departed.

This couldnt be further from the truth.

The roses are the distractions, the bright reds and yellow; the refreshing aromas all hiding one thing, thorns.

Roses grow around coffins to protect you.

The real truth lies in what do you need protection from…

Long ago, and back in the deep wood, the witches...

My mom went missing a week ago. The police say that she might’ve ran away, but I don’t believe it. I know that she didn’t like her job, and that she and dad were having issues, but she never would’ve just abandoned us.

I’m terrified for my mom, and I’ve started getting worried about my dad too. He tries to act strong in front of me, but I can tell he’s just as nervous as I am. He’s always checki...