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VISUAL PROMPT
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Compose a story using whatever comes to mind when you see this image.
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When I was young, I did a lot of stupid things. For example, I went to college, studied a major that I hated for four years, slept with women I don’t like, and accepted a job just for its salary.
I had to make ends meet, back in those days. I studied, worked ten hours per week, then cared for my family. Whenever I came back to my apartment, I just complained to my roommates how stupid this is.
M...
The sky is a mess of purples and oranges, like it’s trying to decide if it’s a sunrise or sunset. Zom, age 10, and his sister Bina, 7, are trudging home from the store. Zom’s lugging a box of Frosted Flakes under one arm and a pack of double-A batteries in the other, while Bina hugs a bag of pancake mix like it’s made of gold. The cold, crisp autumn air nips at their noses, their breath making tin...
‘How tragically beautiful’ she ruminated as she turned to take in the once familiar scenery before she would finally make her escape. Thoughts tornadoed through her mind as she edged closer to the hill. The duffel she lumbered up this trail was switched to the opposing shoulder. Maya’s frail build proved to be surprisingly strong considering how far she had hiked from home. Faith was an emotion Ma...
Every once in a while
Life will bring a promise
A transparent one
placed in your glance
Where you never expected
prospecting what you see
Erecting new perspectives
Will never change your vision
Not enough to menttion
Your speculation will not change
What your eyes decide to see
So you lay your hands upon its door
And let it take you where you’ll be
Decidedly this new venu...
Today I called you on the phone…
I hadn’t even noticed you weren’t home,
Just started letting it all out…
The second I heard the end of the dial tone
Today I called you on the phone…
And I never felt more alone
Then when I realized you weren’t talking back…
And my worst fears were shown
Lonely isn’t where I like to me
My biggest enemies
Are my mind and me
When will I be set free?...
The train covered in urban graffiti goes over a mountain, ventures through a forest, dallies through the American plains before stopping at a halt, resting at a burning city.
The yellow, swaying flowers tease the bare, bony trees as a bird soars through the sky, moving on and passing the irrelevance.
The shipping containers block the view of the river protected by the ashy black mountains, t...
Stuck in the darkness of my mind I search for you inside the broken pieces.
You left me in the middle between love and sadness, you left your pain inside of me.
Like the telephone booth in the middle of nowhere I too am lost. Please find me! Please come back to me.
I’m alone my heart is filled with bright red love pumping away the emptiness you left inside me and it feels like I’m dying....
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