Writing Prompt
VISUAL PROMPT
by JD_Art @ instagram.com/jd_art_x
Write a story or poem that could be titled 'High Above the City'.
Writings
High Above the City
There was nothing similar to the feeling of wind to Kale. As she watched the cars fly below her feet which were hanging off the edge of the cliff that surrounded the city in the shape of an unsymmetrical elipse, she pondered on whether or not she was making the right decision. She thought about her brother, still down in the city, trapped within the confines of her father’s home. The air was alrea...
High Above The City
Soaring as I might
Fearless in my flight
Sights from up above
Lights I do so love
Buzing is what I see
While life surrounds me
And this is where I’ll stay
High above the city
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I might be blind, but still I can see
A city full of life, that always seems to surround me
A city of love, a city with fears
A city I wish I could dry it’s thousands of tears
But I’m just a bys...
High Above The City
she sit uponeth her swing.
As she glides over the city lights.
It is dark as the swing is held by thick string.
Pulling her back and forth over the great heights.
She looks beloweth her feet.
To see the city full of life.
She smells the air it tis sweet.
And so she swings her feet to the beat.
Of the music beneath her.
She had fallen in love with the city.
But only from afar could she.
She couldn...
High Above The City
High above the city
I sit day after day
I watch as the people
Do their daily routines
I watch as the baker
Kneads the dough
I watch as the kids
Sit and play outside before
They have to go back in
For school, boy I wish
I could go to school.
I watch as some women
Go shopping and others
Go to work. Some
Would say sitting up here
High above the city
It awesome but in reality
You get trapped n...
High Above The City
Six hours and thirteen minutes. A new world record. When Jim reached the top of the Burj Khalifa, he broke the world record set in 2011 by Alain Robert by a full fifty-five seconds. He wasn’t just high above the city, he was on top of the world. Of course, the thrill of reaching the top was nothing compared to the intense feeling Jim was experiencing now.
Of course, Jim didn’t know he broke ...
High Above the City
Andrew really began to sweat as he reached the 32nd floor. He was pushing himself to new heights. Interestingly, he chose not to record today depsite his plan to achieve a new personal record. This feat was just for him. His followers always found a way to make it about themselves anyway. As if they were other ones ascending dangerously above the level most people chose to exist at. He was approac...
Watching
We have not ever spoken,
And although you may know my name,
It is surely not because of anything I have done.
But I know you.
It may sound creepy,
I myself don't even know how I can feel so close to someone who I don't interact with whatsoever.
But for some reason,
I feel the need to pay attention when I see you.
I know little facts about you that hold close,
Small things that I admire.
Yet why wo...
High Above The City
She watches below.
Neat rows of cars queue in perperdical lines.
An orderly queue of passengers wait to board their trains.
Trains depart at precise intervals towards the skyscrapers housing the financial district.
Uniform roads divide uniform clusters of flats, shops and offices.
On the horizon, a snowy mountain top pushes through the smog.
A reminder to those that reside of what lies bey...
High Above The City
The clouds cry with sadness,
The wind carries my flame,
My blood roars with madness,
For honor loses the game
Birds guide the flow of time,
Stars await my return,
Years become centuries,
Hereupon my scars still yearn
Freedom shall know my name
Sanity spoiled rotten,
Forever agony,
But never forgotten...
Flying
When I’m with you I feel so light
When I’m with you I could fly
I would take you by the hand and sore threw the pink tinged sky
We’d be up there for ever
Your voice acting like the fire in the hot air balloon
Your hug feels like a cloud that just came out of the dryer
That one song by Harry styles describes how I feel
Cuase if I was a blue bird I would fly to you
And your big heart and quirky gla...