Writing Prompt

Owen Moore

“When you phoned me and asked to meet up with you, I wasn’t expecting to commit an entire crime!” Reese whisper-hisses, her nails digging into my forearm.

Stifling a laugh, I navigate us around the open building in the dark. Our steps are quiet, careful, but a faint echo continues to sound from each thump.

“You told me you wanted to feel alive. Is the adrenaline rush here not enough?...

"Why do you stay here?"

"Why not?"

"This isn't your grave. There's not a single real bone in this building. It's all replicas."

"Real fossils are more expensive to maintain. And they're more distant. Replicas you can build so a kid can touch, and play with, and come to understand."

"None of that has anything to do with you. Why are you here?"

"Well it's not like I know where my bones are. I'm...

The lights flickered once, twice, and then extinguished.

Marcellus blinked his pupil-less eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the gloom.

He was atop some kind of pedestal. Dark shapes loomed over him, casting shadows twice his size. Their edges were gleaming and wicked - swords? Spikes? And there was a vinegar taint to the air, putting him in mind of something pricked and pickled.

He shook h...

The last living breath leaves with a sigh. Chased away by the swift hands of time. Skittering skirts of crisp flame chatter as they stalk the last remaining shoe. A final parting jangle and snap of metal; the museum holds its breath. It seems to be waiting.

Waiting for the swirling tourmaline cloak to be snapped defiantly, snuffing out all remaining whisps of weak light, save for a few brave lan...

Sally and Jed went to the museum of natural history. Jed loved learning about dinosaurs and Sally loved learning about Indians. Sally kept a coin with Sacajawea on the face. Sally always wondered what it would be like to stay after hours so she stalled at closing time in the bathroom.

Jed said,”Sally it’s closing time, we need to go!”

“Come here let’s hide under this table, maybe we’ll be her...

They fell in fire. Touched down softly in the desert sand. They were ready to conquer. But then they realized this world, almost everyone of its inhabitants, gianted over them all. They held their breath, they shook on their three trembling knees, there was no way to restart the engines.They were only seen as a tiny spark by a lonely jack rabbit whose long ears barely heard the snap of their home...

“Professor Calixte! I’m Mr.Menett, curator of the Museum. It’s a pleasure to meet an archeologist such as your self!”

“Thank you, Mr.Menett. Please, call me Liana.”

She walked up the steps hurriedly, forcing the shorter man to jog to keep up with her stride.

“Liana... I’m quite a fan of your work. I’m sure you know, we have several of your pieces on display here actually.”

She smiled graciously...

“Help us.”

“Someone has to be there, please help us.”

The whispers appeared to come from the walls of the blacking room. Bangs sounded out from beneath the wooden floor, and worst of all inside of the colourful display cases that were supposed to contain the mummies.

“Please, please help.”

“Why does no one ever help us.”

Taking the large flashlight in his right hand, Casey ran the beam of lig...

“Do you think this creature is real and lives here in the museum, Jeff?” Trevor asked, munching on his sandwich. It was nearly midnight and their shift far from over.

Jeff didn’t raise his eyes from the newspaper, looking terribly upset. He could be home watching his favourite series but there he was with a coworker he didn’t particularly like, all because some people believed in folklore and sil...

The job at the Museum of Art came at the perfect time for Consuela. She had taken her finals, had her 21st birthday the day after graduation, and had been told by her parents that she needed to find a job and move out. It was a tradition, they told her, and they had given her the tools to forge her own way. She was the last child, they had made sure she had a degree as they had done for all fiv...