Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
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Write a story set on this misty path.
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she picked me up at four am
to make our way down to gettysburg
it was her idea
to try to distract me
from losing the best fuck i’d ever had
my best fuck said i fucked too hard
and was too aggressive
she didn’t like facefucking
or facials
and doggy hurt too much
maybe she wasn’t my best fuck
i’d ever had
but she was the only fuck
i’d ever had
the only fuck i’d ever had
who i wanted to fuck
...
I always liked the morning.
No, I don’t mean 10 am, when the normal hustle and bustle of the day is well underway, or even 8 am, when Ma is just putting the eggs and bacon on to fry before Pa comes back from milking the cows—I mean 5 am. That brief moment of each day when the sun hasn’t yet peeked over the mountain ridge to say hello, but you can see him coming. That moment when you see the promi...
Ever since we moved to the countryside, my parents warned me about the misty field in the small crater only a kilometre away from our abode. Being young, I obeyed my parents.
Every time we drove along the outskirts of the crater, I saw the eeriness of the field.
It was covered with a fog, which from above, seemed like it was only enough to cover the entire ground of the field. However, occasionall...
Emma paused at the edge of the moor, her eyes tracing the narrow stone path that vanished into the mist. Dawn's pale light struggled to penetrate the haze, lending an otherworldly quality to the landscape.
She took a deep breath, tasting the earthy dampness on her tongue. This was the path her grandmother had spoken of - the one that led to the old standing stones, where wishes were said to come ...
It was a dark and misty night as Emily ventured down the path through the field. The thick fog enveloped everything around her, making it hard to see more than a few feet ahead. She shivered as a cold breeze sent a chill down her spine, causing her to quicken her pace.
Emily had heard the stories about the field - how it was haunted by the spirits of those had had disappeared there. But she didn...
Amber and Ciara's mother had always been their guiding light, even after she passed away.
She had promised to find a way to speak to them from beyond, and that communication came in the form of the number 717. This number began appearing everywhere in Amber and Ciara's lives, from license plates to receipts and even in their dreams.
Feeling a deep sense of connection to this mysterious number, Amb...
Dean knew this was the right moment, walking down this path with Addie at his side will forever be burned into his memory. He knew she would say yes, and still his heart pounded fast from anticipation, and when he began to speak bile filled his throat.
He looked at Addie and stared into her beady hazel eyes. Her brunette hair flowed with the wind. Dean couldn’t take his eyes off her. She stared ...
Slow and steady. Steady and slow. Thats the way to go.
I hear those words in my head like a mantra as I delicately tiptoe my way across the slick rocks. I think those words were from the childhood book, “The Little Engine That Could.” I try to picture the book on my childhood bookshelf. Was it next to the Berenstain Bears? Or Eloise? I can almost picture the binding…green? Not that any of this m...
If there was anything the Nomad wouldn’t wish upon his worst enemy, it would be this trek through hell that he had made over a week’s time. A week’s time, but nobody can say it’s actually been a week, or what day it was, or what time it was. Only the weather could tell those who listened what the seasons may bring.
But this was the path he had picked, as it was the one before him now, so he decide...
„I hate you.“, I say with a dry voice. Why the hell did I follow him out here? This path could possibly be my end. And This isn‘t at all what I always imagined as my place to die.
„I know. But that doesn‘t matter.“, he says, a grin playing around his lips.
„What are you up to? Killing me? Right here?“, I take a step closer. Big mistake. I instantly smell his typical scent and goosebumbs start to r...