I recently received a wonderful gift: a thin journal filled with the most randomly outrageous and mundane prompts, all in the hopes to get the writer inside of me to write. I will do my best to fill this book. I'll keep this short and sweet. Now let's go!
Prompt: Write the Ending First
Last Sentence: A truck was oncoming, its headlights shining brightly.
I don't believe in you. But what I believe and what is actuality has long been separated. We are all ghosts, floating and lost on some permanent but ephemeral plane. I run after you, my love, so I can finally sleep. So I am no longer a ghost. I don't need to be happy. I just need you back somehow.
You dash under streetlights, shimmering from the yellow spotlight above. The dust casts a haze. For a second, I wonder if it's you. And I see the broach. I know it's you. It has to be you. I need it to be you.
I stop between two lamp posts. A taxi stops in front of me. I wave him off. He drives away and across the empty street, the shadow of a man stands next to you. It's you. No doubt. I hungrily stumble onto the black tar. The shadow steps forward. It's the doctor.
He has no expression but I know he's smiling. "Welcome to the realm". Blaring sounds. I look left. A truck was oncoming, its headlights shining brightly.
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