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VISUAL PROMPT
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Write a story or poem that could be title 'We Fly'.
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We fly.
Whispers of doubt weigh on us,
but still we fly.
Wind howls at us,
threatening to throw us off track,
but still we fly.
The sun sets,
forming a path for darkness,
but still we fly.
We fly
and we fly
and we fly.
We keep flying,
searching for our beacon of hope.
We fly on nothing but faith,
and right now,
that’s more than enough....
We ran.
We ran through lush fields and over crashed boulders. We ran when the sun rained down its most heinous punishment, and when the clouds shined black with storms. We ran because if we didn’t, it felt as though our knees locked together and our feet rooted down.
We ran.
One step, two step.
One step, two step.
Somewhere in between, somewhere in the smallest fraction of a second, we flew....
Thunder could still be heard from the distance over the mountains. Sun seeped across the valley, and the people embraced it. The last day of the Moonlight Festival always came with high expectations. The event brought attention to this forgotten small town.
“Hannah, if you are going to mope bring your brother.” The older woman gazed upon her granddaughter. She knew the early years of puberty was...
And here I stood at the edge. A precarious perch high above the waves that crashed against the rocky shore. The sun was setting behind me and a bitter breeze whipped through the air. I wasn’t quite sure how my life had come to this. I wanted nothing more than for the thoughts and feelings to fade and my mind to be at ease again. I tried not to think of him. He could never help me now. I studied ea...
A warm pink and orange tone in the sky as I feel the breeze blow through my hair. I close my eyes for a second just letting the breeze blow on by as I go through the forest on the hill, the sent of wet grass mixing with the breeze. I smile constantly as I run through the forest opening my eyes again to the sight of trees and slight rain. I run and run, not a worry in my heart as I near the cliff. ...
We fly
Adrenaline in our blood
For a moment
More than breathe and dust
They watch us
Chewed fingernails in anticipation
An audience
Eyes and minds full of fascination
The chains
That enslaved this bird have broken
A fiery blaze
The burn to deliver justice is awoken
We fly
Shattered souls seeking salvation
Our dreams
Waltz between imagination and confrontation
Bare feet
Ready to run...
Finn and I had been waiting all summer for this moment, mom and dad had brought us to the county fair at last, and bought us each 20 tickets. Now Finn, my little brother, is not as bold as me, but I didn’t want to ride alone either so we debated each ride in sight and found one that no screams were coming from. Standing in line felt like hours, watching all the people pass by, wondering where thei...
We fly
We fly high
No idea when when we come down
Not wanting to go back to town
At the peak
We become weak
We fall
We fall far
Like a shooting star
We scramble to latch on
To what?
Anything
Everything
As we fall
I feel so tall
Even when I plummet
I reach my summit
In the sky is where I want to be
But is not where I need to be
Just because I fall
Does not mean I need to feel small
Farther ...
Die Luft, die unter den Achseln kitzelte, trieb sie dazu zu landen. Der Ast auf dem sie nun stand ächzte unter ihrem Gewicht. Berta war dieser Schwere dankbar, denn sie hilt den Wind davon an, sie weiterzutragen. Denn die Luft, die Berta durch die Haare an ihren Armen und Beinen ziehen spürte löste eine kochende Wut in ihrem Magen aus. „Lass mich in Ruhe!“, schrie sie ihn an, doch er reagierte nic...
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VISUAL PROMPT
Your character wakes up uncomfortably and is instantly faced with this scene. What happens next?