Writing Prompt

"You don’t understand, Ayan," I sigh. "I have to be perfect. I have to be."

"But why?"

"Because if I don’t my parents came down here to England for nothing. Okay?"

He frowns slightly. "What? Noor," he lets out a small huff. "My parents are immigrants too y’know?"

"Yeah but you’re the second youngest out of five siblings." I stand up from the lunch table. "They’re all already so successfu...

This was dangerous. Too dangerous. However, going back wasn’t an option. I watched the faces of my wife and little girl as we continued walking. At the end of this tunnel, there was unknown. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There were rumors. Rumors of a place filled with something called color. Something that wasn’t just stark light or dark night. The first time I heard about it, I was intrigued....

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.

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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...