Writing Prompt

The little girl was curled up in a ball, the last thing she remembered was hearing the screams of the others around her before things went dark. The little girl sniffed, tears sliding down her small cheeks. She just wanted to be home, to see her papa abs mama ones more time. The girl could hear sissy for steps coming towards her. She lifted up her head and saw a women crouched in front of her. She...

Keep walking baby girl,

There is a long path to success.

Let those fists uncurl,

Remove your mouth from mother’s breast.

I will feed your curiosity,

As long as you yearn for.

Travelling at such velocity,

Until we reach the universe core.

Tunnels thinning as we descend,

A slippery slope to catch no breath.

Wait baby girl…wait for me at the end,

Don’t get caught by Death.

At last a light does shi...

The one armed man held the robot’s hand on one side. The plump woman held the other.

“How much farther?” The one armed man, named Jacques, asked.

“A few more minutes,” whispered the woman, Danny. “Be quiet, we don’t want to wake the spirits.”

“Spirits? What spirits?” Jaques asked quietly.

“The doors you see around us all house spirits who never made it to the end of the tunnel. They are very d...

Do you know how to fly?

I used to fly every day when I was younger. My feet would be touching the ground, and then my parents would take my hands and toss me up into the sky. I felt so magical, so weightless. A tiny little girl in pink sparkly shoes, drifting through this vast grey world. Sometimes, I felt like we were standing on the faded palm of a forgotten specter. Nothing seemed real, like I...

“Look how far we’ve come.”

The cliche words are said, whilst I wildly waving and pointing with my free hand at the curved, smooth walls of the tunnel. In the other hand, I swing back and forth the child in between us, the voice of laughter following from the both of them breaking the silence.

The metallic walls are untainted, clean and tidy and an intense contrast against the garish sights we had...

In this giant room, encased behind the back-lit memorials of the walls, are the minds of the greatest people to walk this planet.

When people visit this “museum” of sorts, they can, for a nominal price, select any of the minds to tap into and watch the memories of that person play out, like a live-action movie.

They get a front-row view of it all: What these people saw, how they experienced it,...

as i take my last breath in the hospital bed where i’ve grown weaker and weaker. i succumb to the light.

white light surrounds me leaving me peaceful, painless and full of love.

i feel the presence of both my mother and father who have both passed. feeling like the most pure childlike version of myself, i grasp their hands.

they feel so real. tears form in my eyes. i’ve missed them so much.

...

A mother and loving wife passes away and wakes up in a tunnel. Many people quickly run into the tunnel and eventually she is there alone. She knows what’s beyond it, but doesn’t go in. Not yet. After 7 years, a man appears. They take a moment of silence before sharing a warm embrace. Afterwards, they glance at the light, and then at each other, before sitting down on the ground. The man knows what...

My mother and father are leading me

I don’t know where

I keep following, wanting to be a good son

I shouldn’t have

As we walk fast, almost as if we have to

I see my mother crying

I ask her what’s wrong, I want to be kind

She tells me not to worry

As we get to a train track, when a train is about to come by

My father says, “for the cult!”

He grabs our hand, and makes us all jump in front of the tra...

Her hand, small and bloody, clings to mine like I’m the last solid thing in this universe.

“Papa?” She asks as we near the end of the tunnel.

I look down at her, the mess of a child in all its horrific glory.

Her mouth opens, the heavy lines of a frown etched on her skin. “Are we still…the good guys?”

I halt, tightening my grip on her hand. She winces.

“Yes” I whisper, not knowing if anyth...