Writing Prompt

Death is my greatest fear, but I didn’t know he would walk in one day. I was siting on my couch and a rapping sound comes from my front door, almost in time with my heartbeat. Thinking nothing of it I answered the door and was met with a tall dark figure. He was in an impossibly dark coat that almost seemed to suck in all the light around it making the overall light just a bit darker even midday. ...

I fear the fact of life

The end of time

Of death upon my door

I fear of being alone

With no one at home

When the time inevitably comes

I fear the fear itself

Stupid really

But font invalidate me

Death is scary

But scarier alone

I dont want to die

I fear the fear of fear

Of death alone

I dong want to fear anymore...

(This is my story and my essay I turned into my school. This may be taken down but I beg that it’s not)

Alone, again, sitting on the cold metal bench after trying to communicate. As always, my friends ignored me no matter how loud I was. After two years of middle school, I was done with it. Done with neglect, blank stares, and my friend’s problems. It got so bad that I wanted to die. It consumed ...

I could feel my blood ice and clot in my veins. The smallest and sharpest of the shards formed and scraped along the inside of my chest, shredding heart muscle and sending my mind into primal panic. Staggering out a choked breath, the warmth of my bed did little to knock out the icicles forming through my fingertips sending out violent shocks of cold backwards through the bones of my sweaty hands ...

She knew it was coming. She had known it was coming for a while. She had felt it creeping closer; coming closer and closer and closer still. She could feel it now, breathing a premonitory fog. She could feel the scars of its phantom touch dragging across her skin, leaving disturbed flesh. She could feel it slowly change her into its perfect cradle.

It entered her home slowly. It had turned the do...

Tread lightly

On stony ground

With feathered feet that make no sound

Careful burden that you bear

Make your steps to float like air

Tread lightly

With head held tall

Let not a drop of water fall

I musn’t hear you coming close

Make yourself an unseen ghost

Tread lightly

Until I know

Who you are and where you go

Til you are safely in my vision

Make stillness your eternal mission

Tread lightly

...

I fear many things… call me crazy.

Spiders, bugs, centipedes, sharks, black holes, creepy crawlies, and pit-bulls.

But one of the things that sends me screaming… is the thing many love.

It is a sign of rebirth and beauty… but all I see is the legs.

Many say, “Kitty, why do you hate them?” My best friend even tells me that it is the first word she

learned in German.

I feel estranged when someon...

writhing along the walls , a shadow on the hunt for a victim . something i fear has entered my home , something worse than a spider , a snake or a ghostly sheet . fear itself lurks near . ...

Pale as a spectre it stood before me, a painted smile and a blood red nose. Its curly pink hair is unkempt and wild. It stares right at me with its teeth out on full display. A balloon in one hand and a present in the other. A birthday prank I’m sure, but how am I to celebrate after fainting on the floor?...

Joy is the death of peace. The swan song of a home’s comfortable melody. Beautiful, grand, and so very telling. I have never been able to rest in the company of joy. The writhing tendrils of its warm embrace coax me from my restful perch within these walls. Fear prepares you, occupies your mind. Melancholy holds you tightly within the arms of so many long lost friends, a bitter touch, sweet in its...