Write a story or poem that starts with the word
“Hello”
Hello.
I will be waiting for you
at the end of the
road
or
maybe
at the end of the hall
behind a locked door
when your forever night
falls.
Death
I Walk A Lonely Street
Daily Prompt
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Well, since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell.
It’s down at the end of lonely street
at Heartbreak Hotel.
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And although it’s always crowded,
you still can find some room.
Where broken hearted lovers
do cry away their gloom.
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Hey now, if your baby leaves you,
and you got a tale to tell.
Just take a walk down lonely street
to Heartbreak Hotel.
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Well, the Bell hop’s tears keep flowin’,
and the desk clerk’s dressed in black.
Well they been so long on lonely street
They ain’t ever gonna look back.
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You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.
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Photos By A.M Moscoso
Lyrics ” Heartbreak Hotel” By
Axton/Durden
The One Who Causes To Live
DAILY PROMPT
Deprive
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After you heart stops, after the lights go off in your brain and your face turns into an expressionless mask, I read an article that says that your some of your Genes switch on two days following your death.
The idea is fantastic, after everything that made you who you WERE is gone hundreds of your genes look around and say “OK , let’s get to work.”
Wouldn’t it be something if it worked on a grand scale , if your DNA grew another person from your remains.
Maybe we’d get wrapped up like mummies and after 70 days ( which is how long it took to prep a body for mummification ) there was an opening of the mouth ceremony and the bandages came off and there … would it be you? Another you? Would your DNA just pull together information from your history and see what it got after repairing the damaged you?
Or maybe the way it work is that the person you could have been could have a chance to exist now, deprived of that chance because when the genetic dice got rolled the first time it lost.
Maybe that person is in our blood, our bones, our DNA and after we’ve gone it tries one last time to live.
What an idea.
What story that would be.
One Small Breath
Daily Prompt
Faraway
“Do you remember, what it was like when we were faraway from here?” His voice echoed through the tomb.
” Do you remember the warm yellow Sun and the cool green grass and the smell of wet dogs and the taste of something that didn’t have enough salt in ? Do you remember what that was like faraway from here?”
Nobody answered.
” I remember the cold white moon and the blood rushing in my ears when I ran to fast and to hard and I remember the sound of my children crying when we found their Mother hanging from the tree in our backyard. Do you remember pain and how it felt when we were Faraway from here?”
Silence.
” I used to laugh and I used to sing. I couldn’t sing a note but I did it anyway and when people would wince and look at me and the sounds coming up from my throat and out of my mouth, I couldn’t help it. I would laugh until my eyes watered and then blurred. I used to know how to have fun when I was Faraway from here.”
Stillness.
” I think I’m forgetting things now, bit by bit all of those things are leaving me and going Faraway. I think one day I will close my eyes and truly sleep. I will truly be dead.
I will be so faraway.
I wonder where Faraway is.”
The voice faded away, note for note.
When it was gone a chorus of weeping moved through the shadows for a moment.
For one small breath.
Then.
Quiet.
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