My goodness, Miguel, your contributors keep the bar SO high. Delighted to find myself among them again and touched by your very kind words. You have built a very special community that encourages all of us to seek out our best work.
This was inspired by a real hotel that was a 'favorite' of my previous work place. It was close and low-cost despite the good rooms. One side was just the city streets view. The other one was rows of white crosses on greyish concrete.
Thanks for sharing my story! Always a pleasure to read and contribute to this wonderful project.
I was at Holy Trinity Church in York, UK yesterday. It has a tiny graveyard which is worth a visit should anyone find themselves in the area. Very atmospheric. Anyway, my story is inspired by the short time I spent there with my kids.
Graveyard
“What's this one say Dad?”
“Mary Waugh, 1798-1836. Died aged 38.”
“That's a year older than you.”
“Yes, good spot mate.”
“What does the rest say?”
“I'm not sure, it looks like it has been there a bit longer and eroded away.”
Mary watched on as the pair circled the graveyard of Holy Trinity Church, the son enquiring at almost every stone.
“Touching,” she thought. “I wish I had seen my son grow to such a curious age.”
“We broke into funeral home, stole casket. Now what?” Dimitri asked, words running together as he spoke. She pursed her lips and stopped them. Murmuring the incantation, she brought as much power as she could to fix him. He blinked at her, looking– at least for a little while–alive again.
“Well, dearest brother. What we are going to do is grab Abigail, drag her to a graveyard. And bury the witch alive.”
I want to make an intro to my today prompt. Tears came to my eyes when I finish writing this one. With that said, here´s my 80 words of a Graveyard:
"Silence is everywhere and in this place you can even hear the crackling of the little suns that people call candles,
- It's to enlighten his soul,
said Mary when someone whose deep, profound voice she recognized, asked her about the candle burning on her husband's grave. Mary is startled, because there is no one else in the cemetery. where is the voice coming from, how is that possible?
- Mary, don't be afraid. I'm in peace. I miss your warm embraces.
At midnight, the newly minted spirits were being ushered into their plots one at a time. Just as Charlie’s ghost was being admitted to his new underground abode, the proceedings ground to a halt. “Whoa, hold on,” said the spectral attendant, checking his clipboard. “Says here you were a senior hotel executive. In that case,” the concierge continued with a smile, “your grave will be ready at 4pm. Until then feel, free to drag your chains around the cemetery sightseeing.”
PROMPT: GRAVEYARD
THE GRAVEYARD
They should’ve known it was too good to be true when the Estate Agent contacted them to say he’d found the perfect house for them.
Especially when he mentioned the price it was being sold for.
But they loved it, and quickly moved in.
It turned out it’d been built on the site of an old graveyard.
Which was something they didn’t discover until the first night.
When the zombies started hammering on their back door, determined to come inside… 🪦😎🪦
My goodness, Miguel, your contributors keep the bar SO high. Delighted to find myself among them again and touched by your very kind words. You have built a very special community that encourages all of us to seek out our best work.
Microdosing - 80mg of a Graveyard
The wind brought the horizontal rains, as they hurriedly crossed the entrance.
The couple walked up to the check-in counter. Boots squeaking, coats dripping wet.
The receptionist looked at his monitor, hesitated for a minute.
‘Sir, you’re upgraded to a larger suite, no additional charge.’
‘Thank you. Low season?’
The hotel staff nodded, avoiding his eyes.
They entered their room, admiring the luxurious interior.
His wife parted the sheer curtain, checking on the view.
A huge ancient graveyard splayed below.
I would dig a room like that.
This was inspired by a real hotel that was a 'favorite' of my previous work place. It was close and low-cost despite the good rooms. One side was just the city streets view. The other one was rows of white crosses on greyish concrete.
She couldn’t believe he’d never seen a Spanish graveyard, so they headed over after another Margarita.
The colour, patterns and decorations were like nothing back home. Graveyards were so sombre and grey there.
He saw photos in the shrines of families, football kits, motorbikes, and wondered if these people had good lives.
She had a key to the family tomb. A photo looked looked like her.
The door opened, and inside, all her dead relatives were there to greet him.
Thanks for sharing my story! Always a pleasure to read and contribute to this wonderful project.
I was at Holy Trinity Church in York, UK yesterday. It has a tiny graveyard which is worth a visit should anyone find themselves in the area. Very atmospheric. Anyway, my story is inspired by the short time I spent there with my kids.
Graveyard
“What's this one say Dad?”
“Mary Waugh, 1798-1836. Died aged 38.”
“That's a year older than you.”
“Yes, good spot mate.”
“What does the rest say?”
“I'm not sure, it looks like it has been there a bit longer and eroded away.”
Mary watched on as the pair circled the graveyard of Holy Trinity Church, the son enquiring at almost every stone.
“Touching,” she thought. “I wish I had seen my son grow to such a curious age.”
PROMPT: GRAVEYARD
80 WORDS
“We broke into funeral home, stole casket. Now what?” Dimitri asked, words running together as he spoke. She pursed her lips and stopped them. Murmuring the incantation, she brought as much power as she could to fix him. He blinked at her, looking– at least for a little while–alive again.
“Well, dearest brother. What we are going to do is grab Abigail, drag her to a graveyard. And bury the witch alive.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Willow?”
Thank you!! I LOVE seeing everyone's contributions to the prompts. They're all so much fun to read!!!! <3
Miguel, you have built an extraordinary community of authors. Bravo!
Thanks for Mentioning one of my stories! That was another excellent week, with some incredible contributions. Well done everyone... 😎
I want to make an intro to my today prompt. Tears came to my eyes when I finish writing this one. With that said, here´s my 80 words of a Graveyard:
"Silence is everywhere and in this place you can even hear the crackling of the little suns that people call candles,
- It's to enlighten his soul,
said Mary when someone whose deep, profound voice she recognized, asked her about the candle burning on her husband's grave. Mary is startled, because there is no one else in the cemetery. where is the voice coming from, how is that possible?
- Mary, don't be afraid. I'm in peace. I miss your warm embraces.
Per Miguel’s special request.
At midnight, the newly minted spirits were being ushered into their plots one at a time. Just as Charlie’s ghost was being admitted to his new underground abode, the proceedings ground to a halt. “Whoa, hold on,” said the spectral attendant, checking his clipboard. “Says here you were a senior hotel executive. In that case,” the concierge continued with a smile, “your grave will be ready at 4pm. Until then feel, free to drag your chains around the cemetery sightseeing.”
Hahaaa! we love one that makes us laugh!
I keep saying maybe scary tomorrow lol
Thank you!