Writing Prompt

"Huh," Sara mumbles as she snaps a picture of the little brick wall in front of our school, Victoria Prep. "What?" I ask, confused. I had been craning my neck, trying to find the cute boy from the year above me, to no avail. Then I see it too. The entire thing is spray-painted. Bright neon pinks, yellows, oranges, and greens making the base in blotches, dots, and lines. Darker blues, purples, and ...

In the night, a boy wearing a smelly, stained sweatshirt with a hoodie was running to an alleyway. As he got inside the alleyway, he looked around to see if there was anything or anyone around, possibly looking at him while hiding in the darkness. He looked left and right constantly. He didn’t see anyone or anything come out of nowhere or was already there. He went over to the dumpster on the othe...

The word "FIREBOUND" in graffiti is sprayed onto the wall. It’s graffitied in red, yellow and orange and there are chains surrounding it in grey graffiti.

"I think the chains and the name represent that the Neuros are bound by us Pyros, the people of fire," Chief Bill says thoughtfully.

I glance at him. "Nice work, expôndo."

"No need to call him a smartass," Wyatt, a new recruit, mutter...

A nude female body found. That was the essence of the call that came into the Homicide division of the Milwaukee Police Department on a frigid January afternoon in 2018. It was so much more than that. It was the call that began one of the most twisted true crime mysteries that this Midwestern town had seen since Jeffrey Dahmer. A puzzle of a case that would grip Detective Bryant so tightly that ev...

The cement wall before me glowed an eiry yellow, due to the illuminating fire light beside it. The vacant car park now abandoned was the only place I ever felt safe and the only place I ever felt free.

Yet, with each step further into the deserted building I felt as though I was being followed. Not by something mortal, or even something really there, but by a spirit.

You see, thi...

I met him at a gas station he was funny kind.

we chatted over icee's and small cups of coffee outside the gas station. A graffiti wall to say where.each and every day

"Whats your job?" i ask him.

"I'm an artist " he says as he scratches the back of his neck

"I uh did all this art. Its the ol graffiti wall" he adds nervous

"A graffiti artist, cute"

"I i paint realism too" he trips on his words as ...

Kasey kicked up the stop on her bike, sitting herself on it as she slung her bag into the basket mounted between the worn handles.

"I like your jacket!" A girl Kasey never met with colored hair shouts from the campus parking lot before she entered her car.

"Thanks." Kasey responded just a moment too late, the snake patchwork design she scrapped together during a weekday late night billowing in...

Everyone sees it, almost everyday but, incredibly none seems to notice, like a living ghost. There's this graffiti in the main road of my city, I've never heard anyone talk about it, they probably won't know what it looks like, but I'm sure they know it exists. Meanwhile I go every morning, 4 o'clock, when none is up so I can work on it all by myself. I like doing it slowly, if they care it'll be ...

Paint on a wall

Leaves a bad message

Paint on a wall...

I saw you by the wall.

You were on the ladder and took a little fall

You got back up and stood tall.

My pupils were dilating was i in love?

No no this can't be true.

But I do love that smell of dove.

And now everytime i smell it i Think of you.

Im in love.

I have only felt this way for few.

I saw you by the wall.

You were on the ladder and took a little fall.

You got back up and stood tall.

Yo...