Writing Prompt

Have you ever lived somewhere your whole life? And I don’t just mean staying in the same town—I mean never moving, never leaving the four walls you were raised in since the day you were born.

A place so familiar that even if you were blind, you could find your way through it without stumbling. A place you know like the back of your hand—every creak in the floorboards, every chipped brick, every s...

The hammering I’d heard earlier wasn’t some overzealous couple, hellbent on a renovation that would inevitably turn into a demolition of this decrepit house at the end of the street, as I’d hoped.

I cross my arms as I assess the new addition to the front window of the highly rumored haunted house.

“A new piece of crappy wood covering the perpetually shattered window,” I compliment the dilapidat...

Poppies. She used to pick them for him as he sat dormant and quiet in his rocking chair with a blanket over his rickety knees, eyes wide open and stark like he’d seen something horrid. She had such tenderness in her eyes as she smoothed back his thinning hair and planted a soft kiss on his wrinkled skin.

Peter used to cycle by their house on his way to school. Mrs. Pickles’ house was the most ele...

It was a regular day for Strick as he went out on his usual hunting travels; his main hunt was for a pig. He’s always enjoyed getting the pigs due to their ease of capture. Strick dashes into the forest, cutting all of the grass and branches out of his way with his trusty sword. “I’m ready for a nice piece of bacon!!!” Ready, he is as he continues his path toward the first pig he sees. His eyes pe...

Hey, Mike, the radio crinkled

Yes?

I got this call the other day about this a bonded house. You wanna go check it out?

Hell yeah man

I pull up too the house and it has always looked so peculiar( I was actually the one who called is the mysterious boarded up house. The house has been boarded up every time I’ve driven by it since I started working for the station three and a half years ago.) Mike’s...

Astro and Roselina walked down the street but ran into the house. But it wasn’t just a house. It was the house that has been boarded up and stayed there for 20 years… they called it “The house at the end of the street”.

“This house has been here way to long..” Astro said. He looked around it, and all that stood there was old trees and tables that were falling apart. “Maybe we should…” Rose...

Now that tale I tell you will seem unfortunate, like the beating from my drunken father or lack of happiness, peace and solitude I long for. I live in a small town not far from coastline of Florida called Downfall Springs. Most call me Arch but others call me punk or no good. Reasons why, I’ll never understand. I have no friends to call my own except my three legged cat Sha-sha. Sha-sha relates to...

_Flashlight, water bottle, phone, hammer. Check, check, check, and check. Alright I’m ready. _Mia stuffed her backpack and walked out of her room, then the hallway, then the kitchen, then out the door. Fear ate up her insides. _What would happen in there? Would I be ok?_

_Okay, okay if I get killed then my mom will know I left a note. But what will kill me? A hoard of rats? An evil sprit? Maybe th...

Jackson sent a message on his phone — _tonight was the night_. His friends replied one by one. He grabbed his bag and quietly snuck out of the house. The night air was cold, but it didn’t bother him. He walked toward the end of the street, toward the house that had been boarded up for years.

When Jackson reached it, he studied the exterior, scanning the windows. Everything was covered in thick woo...

“Damn it, Ari. You can’t go in that old house.” Jonah’s voice cut through the October air, breaking up my racing thoughts.

“Something is in there. I can feel it” My skin prickled with goosebumps as I spoke my thoughts out loud. I could feel the cool, misty touch of the shadows caressing my skin creating a sense of longing to delve deeper into its embrace.

Finally I let my body move, allowing th...