Writing Prompt

Dear Ginger,

I sincerely miss you. It’s been a very long time. Your dog agrees with me. He’s been very patient but he still waits for you to come back. He sits on his bed in your studio everyday, then sleeps with me at night. On your side of the bed, of course. But I guess I can say it’s not your side anymore, however I don’t know if my heart could manage that.

My parents keep telling me to go...

The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that made it seem like the whole world was standing still,and even the dust was holding its breath. The once vibrant paintings were pale and cold, awash in the moonlight that poured through the slightly ajar window.

The woman in black cut a striking figure in the sharp light, long and lean and dangerous. Her smile was a slash of gleaming white against her sha...

I walked in expecting an art gallery to be full with the wonders and feats of artistically gifted individuals. I came because I was in search for a source of inspiration. Instead my eyes came face to face with white empty walls of disappointment at every corner I walked to.

I then headed to the receptionist to ask for a entry ticket refund. Only to be even more disappointed when I looked more c...

I was taking all my beautiful artwork off the wall, I was so proud of myself for all of my accomplishments lately. It was kinda dim and cold in the empty gallery. I just kept working, the faster I get this done the faster I get to go home. Something sent chills down my spine, I felt like I shouldn't move. I just stood there still. I started to hear foot steps coming down the hall way. ...

Each step echoed quietly off of the walls of the airy room. Her eye travelled hungrily across various elaborate paintings, mentally counting their value within their polished copper frames, but she forced herself to resist- they weren’t what she had come for.

Besides, there was no way that they would fit inside her nan’s old knitting bag, which she carried draped over one arm.

She caught sight of...

We walk into a hollowed out building

and the walls are blankly white

Danny gives me a confused look

We went from the historical section to the

Classical paintings and I’m as confused as he is

Danny turned me around to him to kiss him

When all of a sudden all paintings were appearing

And the walls had colors on them once more

It was the gallery of love

The most beautiful creation of all

A ...

it felt like a thousand eyes staring into your soul. The halls stretched on for miles, each walk a different shade of yellow or pink, or a different outline of a body or blue. The thud of footsteps echoed out, the only ones in the entire building. Their eyes scanned the artworks gazing at each one just long enough to understand it completely. The only thought racing through their brain was to fin...

The pictures danced underneath the moonlight slipping in from behind the curtains. Each frame was polished and balanced perfectly among each other. If you stood in the middle of it all it was like standing in the runway of an airport, each art piece a plane to another country, even to another world. ...