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VISUAL PROMPT
Without describing exactly what you see, write a story, poem, or descriptive paragraph which conjures this image.
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I find myself sitting, pondering, thinking, of what the night entails for me. Friday the thirteenth. The night could only me bad. It’s the notorious night. The night when all bad and wrongful things happen. I think to myself “I shall stay in tonight and watch a movie. Nothing can go wrong watching a movie.” I begin to prepare myself for a night in slightly thrilled for a calm night. But whilst wal...
Behind our old house is a huge forest that could stretch on for days. I was curious so I got up from our back porch and I went without my sister to explore. “My curious little boy.” My dad would always say. While dad was still busy with reports and mom cooking dinner, they needn’t worry about what Lucy or I was doing. I wandered off until I found something that piqued my interest. There was a cave...
Consumed by a shattered warmth. The welcoming caress of water to a dried mouth has no place here. For such an unkind setting, it is strange to see the light of life appear so dark. The man passes through like misplaced ink. Innocence received so violently.
To continue, to persevere, brings only the unknown. The only solace here is to return to the dark. Yet he is reminded of the water's cruelnes...
The chilled bliss of icicles frames this space that drips and lingers from the eaves. They are threat, they are punctuation, framing the tentative pause between the trees.
This journey is its own damp slog, furtive and incomplete. This house, these trees, the stab of icicles are all in the way of destinations and destiny. Or maybe something less than.
He loosens his left foot from the muddy mess...
I finally reached an area where daylight reached my surroundings. It wasn't much, but after stumbling around only by the sense of my hands and feet, it was enough to blind me. I couldn't tell if I saw branches or frozen water. There were ideas of trees, but then something moved. With some effort, I convinced my eyes to focus on the moving black ahead of me. Then, I heard a voice.
"Look."
I tried...
Figure.
A figure.
A figure from the shadows.
I thought I was alone
I’m used to that empty feeling
Isolated for self-healing
But a shadow is what I’m seeing
He sneaks like a tiger
Lurking to find dinner
He followed me into this ice cavern
Darkness envelops his body, he becomes one
Is he here for a mission, is he here for fun?
Is this man friendly, does he want to hurt me?
Was this intended or simpl...
It’s a dark and cold evening. I want to be home in bed, but I just missed my bus by a minute and now I’m walking by myself. It’s so easy to think about how if I had walked outside just a moment earlier I would have catched that bus. That doesn’t help me though, so I keep walking. After about fifteen minutes walking I arrive at another bus stop and see on the sign that the next bus will arrive on o...
Oh,
Sweet creature
How you hide
In your low,
Deceiving
sleeves
I know why,
I know why
Oh,
Sweet creature
How you stay up thinking
About your,
Future-less
Life
You hide,
You hide
Oh,
Sweet creature
How you run away
From your grades,
The end of
Alphabet
Your arms,
Your arms
Oh,
Sweet creature
You had
A life again
Filled with hope,
Success,
A happy family
You long to die,
You long to...
Icy wind whipped around Alessia’s face, her whispy hair plastering sporadically to her face. She extended a hand and touched one, hanging down ominously from the ceiling of the cave. It was cold to the touch. Freezing, in fact. It was also wet. A drop of icy cold water ran down Alessia’s hand and up her sleeve. She shivered slightly but kept her hand where it was. It was sharp too, she touched the...
I wandered down the hiking path,
And felt the crunch of frost,
As I scanned the frozen trees,
And knew that I was lost.
Through the cold and crisp I trod,
My coat pulled tightly round,
Looking for a sign or sight,
To find familiar ground.
The naked branches swayed above,
The ground held stiff below,
My shoulders shrug from shivering,
And my legs begin to slow.
I came across a tunneled stretch,
...
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VISUAL PROMPT
Write a story or poem inspired by this image. What themes and atmospheres come to mind?