Writing Prompt

**It was mystical to see such a frozen forest, with fir trees reaching******

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**high into the sky and their thorns covered with ice flakes. My hot******

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**breath came out of my cold lips. My boots crunched the deep snow,******

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**making the only noise in the wood.******

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**My exploration was to last no more than 5 hours, as it was crucial to******

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**find shelter bef...

The last man standing

The only survivor of the horrific event that occurred

I still hear it,

I still hear their screams and cry for help as the iceberg pierces their heart

And here I am, heading towards the light

Leaving behind the corpse of my beloved friends

But at what costs?

I should have died with them!

This isn’t the freedom I wished for

My nightmares won’t let me live

I will be a walkin...

a small, blonde haired child

standing in a dark cage

catching a glimpse of the sharp ice

attached to the ceiling

tears fill her innocent eyes

leaving salty traces on her cheeks

the knife-like objects growing bigger

she tries to escape

for her own good

but she’s trapped in this spot

that felt like home once

now slowly destroying itself

a small light draws “im sorry” on her chest...

From a young age, Eli felt an irresistible pull toward the woods that bordered his family’s backyard. The towering trees, with their gnarled branches and whispering leaves, seemed alive with a mysterious energy that beckoned him. It was as if a voice, soft yet insistent, called out to him from the depths of the forest, drawing him closer. He often spent countless afternoons wandering the moss-cove...

The air is thick with frozen sighs,

where breath dissolves but never dies.

A lonely hush, a hollow space,

where time forgets a fleeting face.

The ice drips slow like grieving tears,

each drop a whisper no one hears.

They trace the cracks along the stone,

where solitude has made its throne.

A shadow lingers, draped in grey,

too faint to leave, too lost to stay.

The world moves on in bitter grace,...

I walk alone. Dew underneath my feet, black mist in my view. Fog appears through each breath, wrestling with a heavy heart. Unconscious to what lies in the dark, embracing each path to the unknown. Yet alone I wonder vigorously, through this forest of this cold life...

There was a silhouette in the dark that I could make out

Shrouded by the stillness of the forest

While I laid awake in bed, safe and sound

My eyes peeled to the double-arched window.

I could barely make out the shape of a man

Dressed in black, standing strong and tall

He seemed to be staring straight ahead

His face tipped towards my room's dim glow.

I should be nervous, or at most petrified

Call...

My vision travels down the bathroom counter, through the fluorescent lights, and onto the test. Positive. My vision shifts to the mirror, the shattered, broken girl gasping for hope. Unmistakably innocent questions left unanswered, untouched. The bathroom counter and tiles start spinning and do not stop, even when I ground myself, when I take deep breaths. I stagger to the floor, clutching the ins...

i see him all the time in my dreams

i feel like i know him from somewhere

from a timeline far away

a time where it didnt take so much effort to live

i follow him everywhere

no matter where i go

i follow him

unwilling

i pull back

i want to keep my dignity

isnt it clingy to chase after someone you no longer know?

even if you knew them at one point?

please come back to me

i want to feel your hair in ...

Every night they asked me “are you not lonely? Are you okay walking back? Do you want a lift? I can walk with you.”

Every night I told them “no.” I stuck to my independence.

They didn’t ask tonight.

It doesn’t matter how many cold walks home I’ve endured. How often I’ve walked alone. Because it was my choice. Mine alone.

They didn’t ask tonight.

I’ve never been more alone walking home on a co...