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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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Walking through a cave seeing ice sickles on the roof of the cave. People been talking about this cave for months now and now that I have found it I am not gonna tell anyone, but I am gonna try and not get caught comming down here becuase some there guards blocking this way like there hiding something, but finally I got through. I walk back home to my lonely house just sitting there waiting for the night so I can go back to the cave and see what they are hiding there. I order some pizza awhile I wait. The pizza arrives now it’s almost time to get ready to see what’s in the cave. I start to get ready thinking am I sure, I am ready and think to my self yes I am ready. I leave the house start walking towards the cave I see no one there. I go instead see the same thing I have my flash light and turned it on and all I see is weird drawings. I go rather into the cave there it was the sword that keeps u alive forever, its garded by an anmial. I try and grab the sword awhile the animal is sleeping the animal wakes up and scared me. I just walk out of the cave thinking never mind on the sword i heard guards comming down to see what the problem was. They look see the footsteps but doesn’t worry. I back at my house thinking to myself I can’t get the sword so I am gonna just stay look up the weird drawings. It’s Swiss online no one will be able to get the sword unless they have the power. Which I don’t so I just move on about the night.
I sit in the frozen cave, trying not to lose hope. Someone will come. Someone will save me.
They have to.
My backpack is buried somewhere in the snow. It contains the little stuffed puppy I’ve had since I was a child. I take him everywhere with me, for good luck. He’s probably gone now.
I look down at my hands, both a mix of my skin color and blue. I can’t feel them.
I’m hugging my legs, frozen in this position. My cheeks feel so cold that they burn. My eyes are crying and the whole world looks like a blur. All I can see is the entrance to the cave, covered in icicles. The outside looks like a dream.
The crisp air bites at my skin. I want to touch them, to warm them. I can barely fewl as the wind blows snow into my hair, distracted by everything else that’s happening.
I don’t know how long it’s been. Three hours? Thirty minutes? The sun hasn’t set yet.
I think I’m losing. My body won’t move no matter how hard I try. And now I know my fate. I am going to die.
I’m sorry Dad. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
As I start to say goodbye to everyone I’ve ever loved inside my head, hoping that they can somehow hear me, I see the soillouhete an angel.
Faceless yet familiar The moon meets the sky Waving to the sinking sun A stiff smile, quiet nod, quickened stride You thought We weren’t so different because I can make out your shape Never your name I hear the bone of a tree Snap under your retreat Considering why you came Cold without threat Just promises to keep Wondering how many days you can keep dreaming without sleep
Treading through the icy path, with nothing but her resolve to hold on to, she braved the untamed trail leading to her lover’s arms. The moon hung like a sentinel in the clear night sky, its silver light spilling over the snow-covered ground and making it glitter like a sea of diamonds. The cold bit at her cheeks, her breath rising in soft clouds before dissipating into the still air, but she hardly noticed.
The thought of what lay ahead—and the one waiting for her—wrapped her in a warmth no winter could steal. She smiled, her lips trembling from a mix of cold and anticipation, and pressed onward. Her footsteps crunched softly against the frozen earth, breaking the night’s serene silence.
In the distance, hidden by the embrace of nature, the quaint cottage came into view, its slanted roof barely visible behind the shroud of snow-dusted evergreens. A faint curl of smoke rose from its chimney, promising the comfort of a roaring fire and a love worth braving the bitter chill for. She quickened her pace, her heart leading her faster than her feet ever could, each step drawing her closer to the warmth and solace of his embrace.
I’m wondering if I’ll ever find a way out of this icy abandoned cave, I’ve been stuck here for days ever since the huge ice capsules collapsed in the entry way. They won’t melt or budge to move. Time is running out, I ran out of food it’s only a matter of time before I become a skeleton covered is ice. I hope somebody will find me.
The dark forest was chilly and there was a breeze following me wherever I went. The sounds of the Fiesta faded until I couldntvhera anything but the wind rustling in the trees and the occasional chirp of a bird. Although I had only drunken a few shots I could feel my head getting lighter and my vision was a bit blurry, like when you get new glasses and the work just seems to be a bit slower than your head. I just walked and walked. The forest got more dense until I there was barely any light peaking through the cealing of leaves. After a while I started to feel a bit uncomfortable but decided to blame it on the alcohol. But as I stopped on a small clearing I noticed a shadow in between the tall trees. As I stumbled towards it it disappeared…
Cold, tasteless, frozen liquid. I stand here sucking on a piece of ice.
The air stings my nostrils. Each breath feels like fire.
My face is sprayed from the river, then it stops, blocked by something.
Over the sound of rushing water, I hear a voice: "What are you doing here?"
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VISUAL PROMPT
Write a story or poem inspired by this image. What themes and atmospheres come to mind?