Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Louisa Wilhelm @ artstation
Write a story, poem, or descriptive paragraph inspired by this setting.
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I’m riding through the desert,
And I come across a noise…
“What is that?” I ask myself.
“Stay calm, a rattlesnake!” I stay poised.
The snake is hissing and is coiled.
I’m very scared, it’s coming on my leg!
My horse neighs, and the snake bites.
“No, your horse, Greg!”
The rattlesnake releases the venom,
As my horse screams for pain.
But there’s nothing I can do about it!
The venom is in the vei...
I was on Old Jane. Ben was on Champ. We had spent two days in the hills searching for the stupid rocks Ben wanted to find.
The horses were exhausted. I was exhausted. And yet we are still in the stupid hills of Wyoming.
“What are we even looking for?” I asked for the hundredth time.
Ben sighed for the hundredth time. “Rachel, I promise we are almost there…” he trailed off.
Turning around a bolder,...
Log Book:
September 5th, 6789 - 2pm
Study site No. 4889 SE upper quadrant.
The pictographs are such that they take up the majority of the SE face of the rock formation (Code: C12). Due to equipment malfunctions, we have yet to scale the steep sides of C12. Therefore our investigations have been limited to aerial photographs. A small team has been dispatched to analyze the surrounding grounds b...
The spark of my lighter echoes through the canyon.
My buddy doesn’t talk much. It’s what I like about him. Strong silent type. He comes along for security. Insurance, if you will.
Bandits roam these parts too freely if you ask me.
I draw the deepest pull I can from my cigar, and let it out with a whoosh.
Buddy doesn’t say anything.
We ain’t really up here for no particular reason. Just keepin...
“YEEEEE HAAAAWW!!!!!! I’m a cowboy baby!”
Cornelius galloped through the desert, his companion, Fred not far behind.
“Corneeeeeelious!!!!!” He whines.
Cornelius rolled his eyes. And steers his pony round.
“Yes Fred?”
“when are we gonna take a break?” He whines.
“We take no such breaks.” Cornelius puffed out his chest.
“Listen Cornelius… I didn’t think it would have to come to this but we’ve been ...
The moutains looked like rocks of rainbow. They glistened under the evening dew. The setting sun cast an orange gradiating to pink hue that looked magical. Silhouetted against those glorious rocks was a cowboy and two horses. He was out on a ride, watching the sun depart from earths sight. The moon was coming into view. At ninety-eight percent it was full in two days. But it looked so whole and br...
It was known as the wall, there was no need for any other title.
The Wall, as solid rock face, higher than any hill in the kingdom, wider that the sea, it cut the kingdom off from whatever lay byeond.
Legends told of it being put there by either mercyful of crule daities, depending on which set of myths you chosse to beleve, but the tribes that tell these myths are long gone, the kingdom is now un...
David has worked hard to get to that point, he had fought everything to get to here, he’d survived in the world all by himself, just him and his horse.
When he got to the hill, overlooking the magnificent and eye-catching view of the horizon, he knew that he was where he wanted to be.
On the hill sat a man, he never said much, he just sat there. The man meditated, watching the sky, mesmerized by...
That relentless, crashing tide of civilisation had beat its cold, hard progress against him for the last time, leaving him broken, washed up and churned out here…chased out here.
Chased out by a mob too indifferent to form, chased by the silent, faceless ghosts sitting opposite him during each grey commute. By the knowledge that he himself was also haunting these streets of smeared wet grey.
So ...
We reach the cliff of the mountain, facing the sky or pink and blue. Kasadi pulls the reigns of her horse, causing it to kick up a cloud of dust towards me. “This is the right place” she mumbled, mounting off her horse. I do the same, following closely behind her as we look for the marker we left when we were fifteen.
“Over there” I point when I see a stack of three slick black stones. It’s been ...
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VISUAL PROMPT
Write a story that could feature this image. It does not have to be a children's story, but think about how your writing can reflect this playful or sentimental scene.