Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
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Write a story set on this misty path.
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We’re walking
I haven’t been alone with you for months
I miss you
I almost say it, but I feel it again—
The cold hand in my gut that reminds me we aren’t talking
So we don’t talk
I know I am dreaming
You don’t look me in the eyes like this when I’m awake
You don’t give me a chance when we’re awake
You don’t admit you did anything to hurt me when you’re awake
But you did
And what you did will hau...
I smile as I feel the wind aginast my face. Each step I take I can feel the fall leafs crunch beneath my feet. The sky a nice orange glow as the sun falls below the tree line. The path I’m on is new to most but old hat to me. I walk it every year at this time. I find it my duty to help those who cross it from time to time.
As the path twists and turns into the woods the sky falls to black only i...
Kaelith created the final hill and froze, Lyra, and Feylin hurrying behind. Mist, a field of mist lie in front of Kaelith. ‘So this is it,’Kaelith thought, this is how I die. A hoard of wordlings behind and mist ahead.
Feylin charged onward anyway heedless of the mist only seeing the protection of the neverglade beyond. The mist came alive, a figure forming from the thick fog. Mist, then a w...
The plants around me were covered with dew from the midnight shower. The rough rocks were slippery and the fog covered my eyesight. Like it wanted to protect the world from me.
I wish I could blame it and tell it I was safe.
But I couldn’t.
Step on a crack, you break your mommas back.
I bounced from stone to stone.
The wind whistled past me causing me to stumble.
_Thump_.
My foot landed on a cra...
Cubes of wombat poo littered the stones. Everything was damp. Charlie had already abandoned his spectacles as it was impossible to see through them. Driving sleet stung his eyes but by squinting he could just make out the slippery path ahead. Stones gave way to an elevated wooden walkway, separating boot from earth. Sodden centuries of peat beneath endless tufts of button-grass either side of thei...
The clouds came down to meet me as I stepped into the clearing. The odd warmth in my soul comes in silent moments like this when I feel most at home. It must be the cold of the morning that bites down my neck just right.
I'm not walking for any reason but to be here. It feels more productive than sitting at home, sleeping, or even my actual livelihood. Something could be found out here. I press ...
As Callus lay dying while his friends fight for their lives. He can’t help but think of the deal he made. It was not dying that weighs heavy on his heart, but if he will be worthy.
"A longtime has passed since I first prayed to you eldath. I was no one. A spoiled, unemployed, ungrateful mooch. That took way to long to understand it. You told me you would give me the power to change my destiny to...
He was going home at last. After those many years tryiing to forget, he realized that the only peace he'd ever find was there. Home. As he trudged along the uneven path, the stones daring him to lose his balance, he wondered if She would be there still. Would she be glad to see him? Would she even remember him?
Her golden hair and bright smile! Oh he remembered her alright.
Why had he left all th...
Will today be the day?
Hope weighs heavy for the
one who exists in mist.
Never can you imagine
how /dragging hope can be.
When your mind can fly,
the sky is the limit.
Sometimes, floating in the clouds
can reveal the fall.
Pushing through the
harshest of winds.
Leaping through the pressure
towards the mountains tips.
Soaring over imaginary,
practical depths.
Coasting lower is oft...