Writing Prompt

Stood in the middle of the river I called to him,

"Paul!"

Nothing. Again.

"Paul...what the f- "

I almost slipped to the rush of the current, the louder I tried to be the quicker Id lost my balance it seemed. Even in this moment I remember thinking how funny that is. I guess I still didn't believe all of the stories at that point.

When we talked about our plans to go camping out by Walder River yo...

As the pair crossed the roaring river, they noticed a figure waiting for them on the other side. Her scarlet red hair blew in the fierce wind, almost in a heroic way. Too bad she wasn’t a hero. They gray sand coated my unprotected feet. If I had known that she would be here- he’d have brought his sword. His sister hands slipped into his, making him feel uncomfortable. He’d never really held anyone...

“Grandpa we can see you! Don’t scare us again!”

Frank yelled across the river, quite frankly annoyed with ol’ pops. Last time grandpa did it—he and Mary both landed in the pond, shivering.

“Come’on we talked about this before,”

He yelled again, noticing that grandpa didn’t respond.

No answer again.

It was as if he was looking at him and Mary, but ignoring them?

Or maybe he didn’t recognize th...

As the pair crossed the roaring river, they noticed a figure waiting for them on the other side.

As they near the figure, they quickly realized they were nearing their death and there was no going back.

The face of the figure was deathly pale, with dark veins pulsing beneath its skin. Its lips were cracked, a deathly, sickly shade of green. Its eyes were bloodshot almost bulging out of its socke...

"Not much longer to go" I sighted as we arrived at the river. We had been fleeing since last night. fleeing from the traffickers that had taken us. They had done unspeakable things to the both of us. We decided that we would rather die trying to run away than rot away in the horrific bunkers where they kept us. So we ran.

The river was freezing, my muscles were in agony, yet I had never felt suc...

Who is that

That waiting

Waiting and standing

Standing over there

There not near

Not near but far

Far across the river

The river of dreams

Cry me a river

Deliver

And bring the water

Water of the river

To wash away the fear

The fears and the tears

Tears of loneliness

Loneliness and despair...

It started with a skeleton. Not a complete skeleton, shiny white, like in a HalloweenPlus store, no a shovelful of brown bones uncovered when they were putting in the new Walgreens. Carlos thought it was a dog until the round skull rolled out.

On tv, everything happens between commercial breaks. Real life is much much slower with less flashing light. After a few newspaper articles, those brown b...

Kelso jostled around in her pack for her spare flare gun, the night had closed in on her and Ben who had made a fire on this side of the river sparks dancing into the night like lost stars.

She found the flare gun deep in her pack, pulled it out and examined it in the gentle glow of the fire. Turning it over in her hands, Kelso noticed something across the river, something or some tall dressed he...

The ore met the water as it slowly pushed them towards the shadow on the other side. Each row feeling like a drumbeat marking doom. The rain poured down upon them as the water propelled them forward, the current too strong to turn back.

As they approached the figure reached out its hand and commanded the waves to swell and overpower the little boat. And once it had the figure turned away. It’s jo...

You move along

the roaring river’s edge,

water churning in wild swishes.

Each step echoes in the rush.

From the corner of your eye—

a figure.

Perched by the bank,

half-swallowed by shadow,

watching.

Silent.

Unmoving.

Mysterious.

or

You wander on beside the tide,

where roaring waters twist and glide.

The river swells with foaming might,

its silver waves all flashing white.

Then from the corn...