The mist had melted, revealing babies on graves. Old graves, fresh graves, graves of people he had known and people who had died before he came to this church. Graves people cared for, and graves of people no one remembered. Every grave in this small cemetery had a baby on it. -A Hundred Babies by Nina Kiriki Hoffman

Fiction Writing Prompt: Where did the babies comes from? Write the story that leads up to this scene.

Journaling Prompt: Write about your last visit to a cemetary.

Art Prompt: Cemetary

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a dramatic story that happens in a cemetary.

Photo Credit: Denise O’Brien on Flickr

2 Responses to Prompt #4091 A Hundred Dead Babies

  1. DIANE Howard says:

    I had to find it, the baby in the cemetery! The last time I had been here was in 1973. To get there I remembered the old iron, cold, dark fence that survived decades of punishments because many had stayed the night at the grave yard in order to be accepted to the Greek organization at the Mississippi College for Women. In order to get in you had to spend the night at the cemetery at what they called the iron gates of Hell. I kept wondering, “Why was I in this place?”
    I kept wondering if I was just a dream bought out as a scaretactis brought on by the cemetery sceen in the book, To Kill a Mockingbird. I was torn.

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