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gestures that show grief

still not being used to them being dead and using “is” instead of “was” and realising they’re dead and then breaking down again

calling their phone to pretend they’re still alive by listening to their voicemail

being depressed and brooding all the time

isolating themselves and refusing to open up or rest or eat

being in denial about their death to a high degree and pretending they’re still alive ex. still counting them at the dinner table, waiting for them to come back home etc

feeling guilt, thinking they could’ve saved them somehow, that it’s their fault that they’re gone even when it’s not

resentment and hurt towards the person who passed for leaving them ex. refusing to acknowledge they loved them or feeling string hurt because they promised they wouldn’t leave

physical changes like weight loss, sleep loss, withdrawals

being angry at everyone and staying mad at innocent people almost like they’re not themselves

worrying too much about other people thinking they’re gonna leave too

*some of these contradict each other and should be used accordingly

*should align with the personality of the character but grief makes you do things you wouldn’t normally do so mix it up a bit.

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prompt #1439

“I will not let you make yourself into the villain of this story simply because you’re a fool who won’t ask for help.”

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Few things in fiction are more depressing than when a character either dies or gets turned into the worst version of themselves, and the writer includes a short snippet of what their life would have looked like if they got their happy ending. 

This type of thing isn’t very common, but it’s heart-wrenching when it happens. 

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Person A: “Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this.”

Person B: “Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!”

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"No," the villain gasped, falling to their knees beside the hero's body. "No, no, no."

They pressed their hands to the hero's chest in a pitiful attempt to stop the bleeding. They were shaking from head to toe, trembling as panic built up in their chest. The hero couldn't die. The hero couldn't die. The hero couldn't die.

"Hey, it's okay," the hero whispered, placing a hand over the villain's, intertwining their fingers together, holding them close to their heart.

"You promised me you’d be okay. You promised me you would live," the villain whimpered, a single tear falling down their cheek. "You promised."

The hero only let their eyes fall shut with a final sigh, a soft smile twisting up the corners of their lips.

"Sometimes it's easier to lie."

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Writing Prompt #338: Dialogue

“I don’t regret a thing.”

“And that’s the problem. You killed those people.”

“Yes, and if I could be sorry I would be, but I can’t, not when they were trying to kill you.”

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Writing Prompt #340: Dialogue

“Please, let me prove to you that I’m better than that!” “You lost your chance a long time ago.”

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Writing Prompt #344: Dialogue

“Stop! Just stop. You can’t just say sorry and pretend that nothing happened!”

“Please just give me one more chance! I can make this right, I promise!”

“You’re promises don’t mean shit to me.”

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Writing Prompt #345: Dialogue

“Please, please let me come home! I know that there’s no excuse for what I did but please, let’s talk it out.”

“No, there’s nothing to talk about. You made a choice and now I’ve made mine. Do not try to contact me again.”

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To whom it may concern,

If you have had the misfortune, of finding this note, then you are most likely the new owner of this property. And for that, I can only apologise, and offer my condolences.

I have done everything within my power, to ensure that this property never gains a new owner, but as the years go by, and my body and mind begin to fail me, I fear that all of my preparations, might have been in vain, as one can never hope to fully prepare for every eventuality. 

As such, all I can do now, is offer what little advice, I have managed to gather over the years, in the hopes that whichever poor soul, is reading this, will be able to avoid the fate that myself, and all those before me, were doomed to. 

1 - Never extinguish, or move, the lantern in the attic.

2 - If the lantern moves by itself, do not try and put it back in its usual place. It will return there in due time.

3 - Never use the back door. It does not lead to where you think it does, and it is locked for a reason.

4 - If said reason, starts knocking, or scratching, at that door, do not respond, but be sure to cook a little extra that night, and try to pretend you do not notice, when there is nothing left behind, come the morn.

5 - Never remove flowers from the garden, without having something on hand, to give back in return.

6 - Do not light the fireplace on the north wall. There is something living there, and the flames will be seen as an invitation.

7 - Those are not people, by the lake, and they do not like it when you stare.

8 - Do not touch the apple tree. You cannot afford what they cost.

9 - The fourth step, will squeak if you step on it during the day. Pay no attention to how it growls, when you do so at night.

10 - Never leave a mirror uncovered, when you leave a room. These too, will be taken as an invitation, and not all guests, are as polite as the chimney beast.

11 - Mysterious books should be avoided at all costs. 

12 - No, that corner was not always that dark. Do not try and investigate it.

13 - Do not respond to the whispering you hear during the night. They do not only seek to wake you.

Good luck, dear stranger. 

May you succeed, where all before you, have failed.