Writing Prompt

The rain is deafening on my umbrella as I sit down on the bench in front of his grave. There’s two, almost dead roses sitting next to him in a dark vase. They’re both from me. My eyes trace the raindrops as they they fall down onto the gravestone and leave tracks in the dirt, illuminated only by moonlight. I hear footsteps walking down the path toward me, but I only look up when I see the stranger...

I stood at the foot of the unmarked grave, looking down at the wooden box; the dirt cast aside forming a loose pile on the dead grass. This place hasn’t been visited in decades, being abandoned by the old church.

This is the fifth grave I’ve dug up, and it better be the one. I’m tired, and panting heavily as I try to catch my breath. Sunrise is coming, and I need this done soon.

I slowly lifted ...

The intricate iron gate swung open, stirring the thick fog. The gloom threatened to swallow me whole, and in some ways I hoped it would. I walked along the cobblestone path, heading towards the towering mauseleom in the center of the graveyard, listening to the winter wind whip through the bare trees.

I used to feel uneasy among cemeteries. I felt uncomfortable walking above the dead. I hated t...

The only place they could meet away from curious eyes and the noisy surrounding world was the graveyard. A rectangular lot, fairly small compared to most burial zones and shrouded in eerie darkness, a hovering foggy mist, most of the bodies discarded of there had died long ago enough to be almost completely void of familial visitation. While the vacated lot of moist turf and looming grey stones wa...

With a twinkle of diamond in his pocket,

And a once brown suit now turning grey,

Hugo walked to the manor of the women he'd pursue,

And only with her would he find his place.

"Oh Anna Lee, take my hand in marriage,

And my love for all life.

With you, I shall be one,

For all my days and nights,"

He cried to the wind.

"And let us be one, forever,

For eternity and in-between,"

Hugo sung aloud,

Wit...

The graveyard robber prowled through the open gate, shovel in hand, eyes scanning for recent burials or elderly burials from at least twenty years back.

The robber’s greedy eyes lock on a shiny stone protruding up from the ground like a rotting finger from a dead hand.

It was shaped as a mason jar, painted fireflies dancing about on the stones face. The chiseled words tell the robber that the la...

Was it supposed to feel this way? The pain. The tears. Maybe it was because in my mind Kai was someone who would alwyas be in this world. I couldn’t even imagine seeing his name on a grave, it was too much.

Tyler stepped up to the grave.

“Malachai,” he whispered, “I’ve got this for you.”

He placed a picture on the grave. It was of him and Kai, with there arms around each others shoulders.

“It’s...

She yawned, opening her eyes. As always, all she saw was black. She lifted her hands and pushed on the clump or grass, dirt, and dead flowers above her head. It easily opened and she sat up, her back popping the whole way.

At the same time, he was doing it too. He looked at her with a loving warmth in his empty eye sockets. She loved it. She hadn’t been dead as long as him, so her eyes were stil...

I never thought my life would have brought me to this point. Standing alone in the cemetery looking down and the resting place for my first love. One act of violence led to his death, something that could have been prevented. I know what the narrative will be. It has been the Same thing for a week. The headlines read: “Shawn Jackson, man identified in the shooting, killed in act of violence.” The...

This really isn’t your typical love story, or at least the beginning of one that you hear or read about too often. This is a love story born from a place where death resides. But it’s definitely one worth telling.

Welcome to the small town of Windale, where everyone knows everyone. Or at least they think they do. Behind every door is a mystery and every resident has their secrets. But tha...