Write a story or poem inspired by this image.
I know I don’t know as much as I think I do. I know I don’t know what rock bottom is, because things can always get worse. I know I don’t know who you are, or what you’ve been through, or what you’ll face.
But I know you are important, you are worth it, and that there is someone out there, whether you know them or not, who needs you. I know you aren’t always okay, and you know what? Tha...
Sweat dripped down my forehead as I tried to conceive what lay in front of me. I had been hiking through the humid hell of this jungle for the last 48 hours. According to my directions, I should be finally nearing the Temple of Awakening. And after two days of dealing with the unrelenting heat, the constant buzz and bites of insects, and total lack of sleep due to fear of an attack by a ferociou...
“A rickety bridge. What could go wrong?”
Haze nudges Nova, but she shrugs. She’s not wrong.
“Why can’t you just fly us to the other side or like….teleport?” Ward questions, staring warily at the bridge.
Nova gives her sister a look that says, “See!”
“You wanted to learn about witches? Most only use their magic when they need to,” Haze snaps. It’s uncharacteristic for her, but that could be a...
I am natuno, the strongest ninja in the village. I have been called to duty. The castle on the edge we call it- has been attacked by a grand dragon. As I rush over, jumping on trees and rocks, I see it. “The beast itself.” I whisper to myself. As I continue to run towards it, I think what I will do to slay it. I’m only about 50 yards away from it now, and it’s sleeping! I grip a throwing knife and...
Tales rumored of the castle hidden by the mountains in the clouds.
Home to the royal family, centuries old. disconnected from a once thriving civilization, now separated.
Dan made his way past the brush, and emerged alongside the edge of a cliff, a bridge was supported from a singular thin rope.
Above the bridge was a waterfall and above that, a beautiful grey brick castle spiraling into the clou...
I’m a pessimist and I never really feel good
I feel scared, worried , anxious and sad
I can’t be happy I wish I could
Maybe one day I’ll be glad
Dystopia, my dystopia
Is where I’ve always been
A life filled with sadness
A life filled with sin
But alas, through the screams
Of the desperate prisoner’s cry
I have escaped my dystopia
To the apple of my eye
Utopia, my utopia
My Heaven sent hom...
Conway stopped and took a long, deep breath before continuing on. He pushed his dark hair back, a nervous habit, and set a foot on the long bridge.
“Hurry up,” his friend, Adrien yelled from the other end.
Conway stepped cautiously onto the next board.
Belinda, his 12 year old kid sister, followed him, giggling excitedly.
“Isn’t this a romantic place?” she asked.
Conway ignored h...
I looked at the rope bridge in front of me. Long and broken. I had a look around but this seemed the only way across. I wasn’t sure it would hold me. I put one foot on the bridge and the wood fell through instantly.
New plan then.
I grabbed the rope on one side with both hands and swung my legs out. I climbed hand after hand along this bridge, whenever I got to one of the rotting pieces of wood ...
The dense greenery of the jungle suddenly stops and opens up to huge chasm. At the bottom runs a wide river. On the other side dozens of giant orange rock pillars a rise from the landscape, over a hundred meters high, their tops about level with the jungle edge where Nyla is standing. The height is dizzying. Some of the pillars are quite narrow, only a dozen or so meter in diameter. Others especia...
“You little €*#&@!” The principal screamed lunging at Tony.
“Stop!” I yelled. I was too late thankfully the Mayor wasn’t.
“Ms. Madeline Brooks stop what your doing now.” Everyone froze Tony wiggled away from ms. Brooks.
“You are no longer principal of this school due to many factors. Hurting children, being unfair, and not following school guidelines. Instead Mr. J. Carter will r...
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Without describing exactly what you see, write a story, poem, or descriptive paragraph which conjures this image.