The Moonlit Gate

She walked through the trees. When she reached the moonlit gate she paused. She stood in the shadow of a tree, invisible in her black pants and hoodie. She pushed the safety on her gun off and cocked it. She didn’t want to wait until the last minute to cock the gun in case the noise alerted Sam. She listened. Crickets made the only sound. She stepped toward the gate. . . .

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “the moonlit gate.” Thanks to TheDogintheKitchen for the prompt.


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “The Moonlit Gate”

  1. The moonlight shone over the ruined castle on this crisp and clear night, but the most distinguishing feature was the moonlit gate that once warded off intruders. As Ciaran stood in front of the semi-demolished structure, the partially opened gate seemed to be beckoning him to come closer. As he did, he was able to see more clearly the heads of dragons and Celtic crosses.

    Touching these elements on the gate, he started to wonder about the blacksmith who had forged these magnificently intricate details into the heavy steel of the gate. This person had once walked this earth and unbeknownst to him, left behind the imprint of his talent that had endured for centuries. Immortality without a name. Ciaran took a picture with the hopes of being able to perpetuate the beauty this person had left behind.

  2. That moonlit gate was the ghostliest and scariest thing she had laid her eyes on.
    For years, that house had been abandoned now, and the wicket- gate had come off at one of the hinges. It would creak dolefully, swaying open and shut, with each gust of breeze, like a giant snoring; she would remember “The Monster House “, and shut her eyes, while navigating the bend, opening them only when confronted by the bright lights of her porch.Phew!

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