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Cruising WDC cyberspace and raiding ports for blog prompts!
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Prompt for October 25th, 2025


Exploring planets, I found an abandoned vehicle. I searched for information on the owner, but all I found was this.



STATIC Photographic Memory (E)
An interesting object in the middle of nowhere inspires a photographer ... then a writer.
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PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY


Alone and abandoned with no love or care
alongside a road in the midst of nowhere
You caught my eye and with a single click
took center stage in a scenic pic.

And though you are clearly rusted and rotten
I’m just as certain you’ll not be forgotten
For each time I gaze at that photo from then
there you will be ... in my memory again.

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A great poem about memories of the past turning into objects for one’s art and the curse of a photographic memory


Memories

I am a man
Cursed with a photographic memory
I remember so much
And forget so little

But I as get older
My memories of the past
Grow stronger
But my memories of today
Fade away
Into the past

Just part of getting old
I suppose

But I shall always
Remember the day
I met you

When you walked
Out of my dreams
Off a bus
Into my life

On the happiest day
Of my life

I shall never forgot
That memory



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I came across this scarce planet today. I found this item half covered in sand.

A promise once given (E)
Silence bends before one who carries the weight of endless loss
#2259686 by (25)



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..The mule could not carry him for much longer. Nor could he any longer carry The Curse. The journey was long and arduous, but The Tower of the Mad Wizard at long last rose before him.

The imposing edifice, hewn from Black Stone in times long forgotten, failed in its task to instil fear in him, for his hollowed spirit could no longer house such emotions.

The reflection in the shallow waters of Lake Crn gleamed from the Erudian Greatsword's hilt as it rested in its worn-out scabbard, and the tranquil surface shone with the ephemeral image of a man with nothing left to lose.

At last…

The mule came to a halt and bent its front legs at the knee, allowing the man to dismount before finally collapsing.

The steel blade of a knife now glinted in the mist, and blood stained the dark waters before him. The silence was not broken by it.

Yet another piece of flesh, his nose, had parted ways with the rest of his visage.

Didn’t matter.

If he could never again smell the morning dew of Neverwinter Meadows, his nose was of no use to him whatsoever.

The eyes had to stay though. He made sure of that by sewing them into his skull. And the hand too, the hand that unsheathed the Erudian relic from its scabbard, leaving it to fall on dusty ground.

The man proceeded onward.

The slumbering landscape, listless and eternal, was perturbed only by his determined footsteps as he treaded the waters.

Determined and slow… There was no need to rush - what had to happen was sure to happen, and beyond that nothing mattered, there was no afterwards to speak of.

He stopped in front of the stalworth gates and whispered: 'Come out, old man.'

The hinges creaked eerily as the gates began to open. The waters subsided, disappeared.

There soon appeared a dark figure upon the threshold: enveloped in black robes there he stood, with piercing eyes that had borne witness to countless ages long past, directing his unwavering gaze at, and through, the tired man at his doorstep.
There was yet something else in those eyes, something that the man had seen many times before. There was fear.

The old man spoke: 'It seems we are at the precipice!'

The man, retorting, whispered: 'No. We are at the end.'
© Copyright 2021 Dahaka9111 (dahaka9111 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.

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A great little story about a mystical journey in the wild west, and encountering a mad wizard guarding a portal to other worlds. I love the langauge and the mysterious vive of the story

My alternative ending

Narnia Beckons

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Sam Adams, an old man
Recently returning to his hometown,
Was walking in the Berkeley Hills.

Ended up at Tilden Park
Where he had been hiking
Ever since he was a child.

He was hoping to getaway.
From all the turmoil,
The dismal news of the day
The constant chattering on his TV.

He was often lost in thought
Thinking back on his favorite books
Re-reading the classics
Of his youth.

He loved the Chronicles of Narnia
Often thought that Narnia was real
That Oz was real
And that Middle earth
Happened as well.

And Harry Potter
Existed in an alternate universe
He imagined finding
Portals to other worlds.

While lost in thought
He came upon an unusual site
An open door in the air
With a note
Narnia is calling you.

He laughed having thought
About Narnia reality
All week long.

He jumped through the portal
And soon found himself
In the fabled land of Narnia
Sam Adams disappearance
Remained a mystery.
© Copyright 2022 JCosmos (jcosmos at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.


The detective (E)
A short story about a detective trying to find a serial killer
#2104117 by (1)

The detective
The darkness of the alley entangled me in a tight embrace, it was hard to breathe. The alley smelled of moulding buildings, and rotting big black bins. I could hear the faint meowing of cats rummaging around for scraps. The taste in the air was thick with smog from the factories all around this part of the city. There was not the normal city life this side of town, it was quiet, abandoned, even the homeless had left. I was here to find the killer, it had to stop.
I wanted to run, she was coming, and in all my years on the force I had never met a killer quite so skilled or psychotic. No one had seen her, no one had heard her. She was precise never missing her mark. The bodies she left behind were mangled, patterns had been carved into their skin like she was a stone mason carving a great statue, she knew what she was doing, had to have had medical training, but she wasn't in any data base, it left me so confused. How could I do my job with nothing to go on? We were only there because of an anonymous tip, now I was here it seemed suspicious. Half the station was out here, but there was too much ground to cover. So, I am here alone, the hair on the back of my neck standing up, Goosebumps covering my arms. Deeper into the alley I swear I could hear soft menacing laughter. Soft but confident footfalls. Someone appeared at the end of the alley shadowed in evil. I took a step back, I glanced behind me. The ally was blocked, both started to swiftly approach me I had to move. There was a rusting metal door to my left, I dashed to it, I had to get an advantage I couldn't take on two people alone.
The door groaned as the hinges buckled after months of disuse, the building I had entered was an abandoned factory, possibly a textile mill they were common in this area. I headed upstairs to the foreman's office, I could hear footfalls echo all around the factory which meant I couldn't pinpoint their location. Suddenly there was movement to my right. I jumped nearly falling down a hole in the rotting floor boards. The shadows seemed to be moving there was more to this factory. I had walked into something that was bigger than I had originally thought. I thought there was one, but it always stumped me how one person could kill so many with such skill and accuracy, to them it would be art that takes time, the intricate details that were carved into each victim's skin. I had one of the young interns look up cults to see if it was someone worshiping the devil or some messed up God from some weird dimension, but he came up empty handed just like we all had. There was nothing, there had been 58 kills so far, mainly people who were homeless and wouldn't be missed, but some were the odd office worker who had been late home, in the wrong place at the wrong time. The deaths were horrible. The one thing that was determined by the coroner was that the victims were still alive when the marks were carved into their skin.
There was more movement behind me, I kept going down the long decomposing corridor, there had to be a fire escape. I heard more laughter, it was louder now and seemed more manic. "Detective?" I jumped a mile, behind me was Officer Jenkins I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god, call back up on your radio I think there are two killers."
Officer Jenkins let out a small gasp and fumbled with his radio, just then there was a loud hollow bang, like someone had hit a gong. Then all I saw was black.
When I came too there was a fire in the middle of the factory, there was what looked like a pentagram, with all sorts of crazy symbols drawn inside it, like something out of a horror movie. This can't be real. I couldn't move, my legs and hands were tied together so tight I was getting pins and needles. The commissioner came into view, "Sorry it had to be this way, detective, you're a good detective, solved more cases than anyone I know, but I'm afraid this is your last case." She looked at me with delight.
"What?" "This is you, where's Jenkins?" I shouted
"Here!" Jenkins came into sight as did many more officers, detectives even the coroner. Most of my colleges they were all smiling maliciously. Then the pain started.

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a great little story about the search for a serial killer with a twist the serial killer is one of the writer’s police colleages and when she gets too close to finding the answer she is at risk solving her last case.

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Serial Killers

Serial killers
Are everywhere
It seems

Mass killers
With guns
Stalking everywhere

No one is safe
From the madmen
With guns

Turning America
Into a wild west
Hell scape

When will this madness end?
No one knows

But by the time
I post this
There will be another
Mass shooting event








Prompt for October 31st, 2025


Grim Reaper wanted to scare me today. He sent me a note to meet him at planet at midnight. Once I got there, he was nowhere to be found but left me this item to be found instead. I'm glad to have gotten stood up by the Grim Reaper now that I think about it.

Horror Movie (E)
When Mutt, Luther, and Pete go see a special feature they are in for more than a movie...
#2156597 by (6)

I jump out of bed as soon as my phone lights up. It's Mutt, of course. "On my way," his text reads. "Be outside in five or you aren't coming." I scramble to find my jeans in the dark. Pulling them on,I creep to my bedroom door and crack it open, my ears straining. Perfect! My parents are fast asleep; I can hear my dad's lawnmower snores and my mom's grumbling breaths coming from their bedroom. Smiling, I shut my door and tiptoe to my window, patting my pockets to make sure I've got my phone and wallet. I slip my shoes on and push the window open, climbing out deftly. Landing softly, I bend over to tie my shoes. Headlights appear around the side of my house just as I stand up.
Jogging quietly, I get to the front of my house just in time to see Mutt slow his small, beat up car to a stop. He kicks the passenger seat door open as I approach. "Get in, Pete," he whispers, "I'm getting Luther next."
I climb in, pulling the door shut behind me. As I tug the ratty old seat belt tight around myself, I glance over at Mutt, watching him flick his golden hair out of his blue eyes. One thing I like about Mutt, is he doesn't call me "kid" the way Luther does. He calls me by my name, Pete, as if we're on the same level.
See, I'm only thirteen. Mutt and Luther are both eighteen, so for them to let a kid like me tag along with them is pretty cool. And for the record, I've got nothing against Luther - he's a cool, tough dude. He just doesn't treat me as an equal the way Mutt does.
We reach Luther's house, and I unclick my seat belt, climbing into the backseat as Mutt pulls to a stop. Luther opens the door a moment later, throwing a nod my way. "Thanks, kid," he says, as Mutt starts to drive once more.
We're going to the midnight feature at Phantom Cinemas, the best movie theater in town. Every month, they do a midnight feature, where they show a horror movie at midnight on a Friday night. Supposedly they only show the scariest movies at these features, movies so scary they can't show them any other time. Movies that scare people so much, they can only go to a feature once. They won't go again, they're so scared.
I'm super excited, and I know Mutt and Luther are too. This is our first time going to a feature, and we're determined not to let it be our last. We won't be like those other wimps.
The two of them are arguing about what type of movie it has to be, for it to be so scary. "I'm telling you," Luther argues, "It's gonna be like the Halloween movies. Or Chucky."
Mutt scoffs. "Slasher movies are overrated," he retorts. "It's gotta be paranormal. There's so many more options than just some crazy dude slicing people up." He meets my eyes in the rear-view mirror. "What do you think, Pete?"
I consider it a moment. "I bet it's a monster movie," I finally say. "Something no one has seen before."
Luther waves me off. "Monster movies are so played out."
"And slasher movies aren't?" Mutt replies before I can say anything. He smiles at me. "I think you may be right, Pete. I hadn't thought of a monster movie."
I grin, pleased, as we pull into the Phantom Cinemas parking lot. Mutt parks the car and we walk in, following a stream of other teenagers. I'm pretty sure I'm the youngest one here. We buy our tickets, and the cashier hands us each a pair of 3D glasses, which makes us grin at each other excitedly. We'd never thought it would be in 3D!
Once we're loaded down with popcorn and candy, we're ushered into the theater, where we find seats at the end of the front row. Everyone around us is chattering, just as excited as we are. They're not showing any movies, just letting everyone find seats before they start the movie. After what seems like ages, the lights go out, and everyone cheers.
I put my 3D glasses on, shoveling popcorn into my mouth as the movie begins to play. Just like there were no previews, there's no opening credits, either. It jumps straight into a scene of giant wolves running across a gray field toward the screen. As they get closer, I see that the wolves are nearly as tall as I am! They're huge! And I've never heard the sound system here work so well! Their snarls and snaps and growls sound like they're coming from all around us, and they sound super realistic! The sounds get louder as the wolves get closer to the screen.
It's when the wolves reach the screen that the horror starts, though.
The wolves leap out of the screen, and I hear everyone in the audience gasp. I see the wolves' paws hit the carpet floor in front of me, and at first I'm in awe.
See, at first we all think it's just hyper-realistic 3D.
But then we feel it.
One wolf slashes out at me with its claws, and I feel them slice into my calf. I scream as burning hot pain lances through my leg, and vaguely, I hear other people screaming around me. I try to stand, but can't get out of my seat. It feels as if a powerful magnet has connected me to the chair.
I'm trapped!
More and more wolves jump through the screen into the audience, and with every slash and bite, more pain shoots through me. I hear Mutt screaming next to me. I try to kick at the wolves, but it's no use. How is this happening? Squeezing my eyes shut, I reach up and pull my 3D glasses off. They're useless anyway, considering the wolves are somehow real.
However, as soon as the glasses slip off, I nearly fall out of my seat. Whatever had been holding me in place is gone now!
I look around, realizing I can no longer see the wolves. I just see an audience getting ripped to pieces by invisible creatures! I can feel the wolves rushing around me, occasionally bumping into me, but I'm no longer getting clawed.
"It's the glasses!" I scream, reaching and yanking Mutt's off his face. He looks at me wide-eyed, then looks around the room. "It's the glasses," I yell again, and he seems to understand. He screams at Luther, pulling his glasses off of him.
Together, we stand and limp to the emergency exit. We're almost there when one of the now invisible wolves slams into me, knocking me off my feet. I feel teeth dig deep into my shoulder, and I scream and kick. I can see Mutt and Luther trying to haul the invisible wolf off of me, and eventually they succeed, and the wolf scrambles on to the next person. Mutt wraps an arm around me, and we make it to the door, pushing our through it and stumbling out into the night.
Once outside, we pant, bending over to catch our breath.
"What was that?" Luther exclaims, clutching his arm where a wolf got him.
"I don't know," I groan, looking down at my shredded jeans. I press a hand to my throbbing shoulder, and it comes away slick with blood.
Mutt shushes us, holding his hand up, and we hear voices. Creeping around the corner of the building, we see two ushers standing outside, talking.
"Man, I hate working for the features," the shorter one grumbles. "Mopping up afterward sucks."
"I know, but someone has to do it," the taller one sighs. "And anyway, I'm glad we fed them tonight. They were getting antsy. A month is a bit long for them to go without feedings."
Mutt, Luther, and I share a glance. So this was what the features were about every month? Feeding those...things?
The taller one checks his watch. "We should get back inside," he says, ignoring the shorter one's groan. "They're probably almost done."
The two of them go back inside, and as soon as they're gone, the three of us scramble to our car as quickly as we can manage.
Once inside the car, I sag in relief. My legs pulse like my heart has relocated into my thighs, and I'm shaking. "That was crazy," I say, breathing heavily. "I can't believe that just happened!"
"Are we sure it did?" Mutt asks, voice trembling. I realize that for the first time since I've known him, Mutt looks scared.
"Oh, it happened all right," Luther responds, holding up his bleeding arm as proof. I press my palm to my shoulder and nod in agreement.
"What do we do now?" I ask, and Mutt takes a deep breath.
"We go home," is all he says.
"We have to tell someone!" Luther argues. "They can't just do that every month!"
"I know," Mutt sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "I just - who would believe us?"
"He's right," I say, my voice cracking. "No one would believe us."
Luther falls limp against the seat, groaning. "So that's that, then? We just go home?"
"Yes," Mutt responds after a moment. "We go home. And we think of something."
And with that, he starts to drive.


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A great story about encountering werewolves and monsters in real life while going to see a monster movie. Scary, realistic horror story

Cosmic Cat Leads an Army of Zombies to Start the End of the World

the cosmic cat
emerges
from the fog

on Halloween night
leading an army
of the undead

as the zombie apocalypse
brings the end
of the world


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Prompt for November 1st, 2025


Beetlejuice wanted to meet me at planet and asked me what I thought about this item. He wanted to make sure no one would steal his fame.



STATIC Marcy Macklemore (E)
A haunting Halloween ballad about a ghostly woman searching for her lost child.
#2349152 by (712)



She was always mysterious about her past.

They said she was born when the autumn wind gasped,
When the veil grew thin and the shadows massed,
And the harvest moon burned cold and vast.

She walked where pumpkins rotted slow,
Where scarecrows whispered things they know,
And children swore they’d seen her glow,
In candlelight’s uncertain throw.

Some claimed she danced with the dead in mist,
Her laughter soft as a spider’s twist,
Her breath the chill no dawn could lift,
Her tears like dew the grave had kissed.

They said she’d trade a soul for flame,
Or speak your future, if you spoke her name,
But those who tried were never the same,
And silence followed where once there came.

Now every Halloween she drifts once more,
Past cracked old fences and broken doors,
Her lantern swinging, her heart unsure,
Still seeking the child she lost before.

So when the night is cold and vast,
And you hear her sigh through leaves that rasp;
Don’t call her name, don’t cross her path.

She was always mysterious about her past.


A masterful ghost story for halloween. You nailed the form, one can imagine seeing the ghost emerge in the fog on Halloween night

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Encounter with a Shaman


When my Korean uncle-in-law died
The family head a shaman ritual

The shaman, a woman
Came into the room

And channeled my Uncle
Nailing his ascerbic sacrastic spirit

Berating and insulting the family members
It was just to much
And I had to leave