Writing Prompt

There was a knock on my door. _Really?_ I was at my favorite part of the show. I sighed as they knocked again. I got up and opened the door. There wasn’t anyone there. There wasn’t anything there. Usually, when this happened in the movies and books there was a note or something. There wasn’t a note. At least there wasn’t a note _there_. When she went back to her show the TV was on static. Ugh. But...

Find me down the garden path

Where ivy intertwines

And roses bloom

I’ll be standing under the archway

Where bees fly above my head

Buzzing of excitement

Find me down the garden path

Where water twinkles in the sunlight

And birds tweet of joy

I’ll be looking at the fountain

Where the water will spray at my skin

Melting underneath the heat

Find me down the garden path

Where there is a bench

That...

_You can find me down the garden path…_

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I knew of a garden, where the flowers seemed to bloom all year round, where the vines existed, not as a burden to remove, but as a welcome guest, free to climb where it pleases.

I know of that garden because of an ex.

I loved him dearly - I think I did atleast.

But he wasn’t right for me, it was a feeling I had.

He took me to ...

This night is the darkest yet, which I suppose is saying something considering it's been only three nights. But boy has it felt longer than that.

This garden isn't like anything I've every seen before. Its expansive plots span miles, making it all too easy to get lost. And I have gotten lost. Just like the other poor souls who enter this secret garden.

Even though the moon is hidden on this nigh...

Find me down the garden path

Where green leaves grow true

Blooming flowers and streaming sunlight

Petals falling from a cherry too

They land in my hair

And I don’t care at all

As my hands touches leaves

And I see the waterfall

The koi fish in a pond

Adding to the peace

And the most beautiful

Of all the colorful trees

I look at the most amazing sight

And take in a peaceful breath

This place will...

“Find me down the garden path….”

Jonathan read.

He looked up, seeing the green, colorful garden. He started walking … and walking. Nothing could stop him from finding his true love.

He kept walking… and started running. The garden was an obstacle.

Then he saw a light blue dress, then saw long, braided brown hair; Then knew it was her.

She turned around, smiling. They ran up to each other an...

Find me down the garden path and walk the same steps that I have.

Feel the warm rays that touched my sunkissed skin.

Smell the sweet honeysuckle that soothed my aching lungs.

Tune in to the melody of the chirping birds that caressed my idle ears.

Graze your hands across the soft petals that stroked my fingertips, as light as feathers.

Feel your body buzzing with the life that flooded my sense...

To willow

This is hazel

Find me down at the garden path,

Where we first met heart by heart,

In the rain and storm that blew off my garden wall of fear,

Where you shared your secrets and we shed tears,

Where you lit up my candle heart,

Where I watched life fall apart,

The night I first met you,

I read stories very clear beginning lonely ; middle mild and ending with a shining prince,

Your words th...

Find me down the garden path

I’ll be waiting, my fingers tapping nervously against my thighs

I’ll roll my shoulders back, hoping to loosen the tightness beneath the shoulder pads of this rental tux

Find me down the garden path

Standing next to my brother

Risking a glance across the aisle to your best friend, wondering if she’ll have the same tell tale signs of oncoming tears in your her eyes

Find...

And where do I go,

So lowly and soft,

To cabins abroad,

Where history fell;

And how will I know,

That you have not gone,

When you are not here,

To cradle my thoughts?

By moonshiners’ still,

And hollers n’ broke,

The willows shall weep,

For my gone, done love

When he cannot go,

to the long left road;

Where lingered there, I,

‘Til present drove ‘way....