Deathless
A flash fiction micro prompt
Old stones protrude from the dark green grass. Spaced out just enough to lay next to each other. Outstanding, sometimes hugging. Cold slabs needing warmth. Some needing a voice…
Amongst centuries upon centuries of graveyards is the mist of untapped knowledge, folly, and stories.
Reach into the earth and find one. Dig up and excavate whatever the dead say. Knock onto a coffin and ask, you never know what you may have — the chattering teeth of some soldier, gleaming diamonds of a princess, or the rags of some street urchin lost too soon — listen, and tell us. A story.
PROMPT: Deathless
Genre: Open
Up to 1000 words.
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