When I see this desolated moorland, It comforts me. The loneliness of the land consoles me...

Not the prompt. I also found this online and loved it

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“Show me your scars” he said

“But why?” She asked.

“I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there” he whispered.

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High on the breeze, patchwork like a frieze;

green, brown and red, transmuting.

The landscape always shifting,

But on the wind, now something feels different.

Angrier moods, absolute, resistant;

bluster in my wings, pungent and greased.

Icky to my feathers, smoke upwards puffing,

But like a hydrant as I go, swooping, flushing.

Little wizard they named me;

as I soared above the moors...

I woke up and felt dizzy.

I blinked open my eyes. I was met with a cold sky staring back down at me, devoid of any sun and streaked with gray. My lungs felt thick with dense, foggy air when I inhaled.

I sat up, and the world spun. I rubbed my head. I tried to remember where I was, how I had gotten here, the last moment before I fell asleep. I tried to remember anything. But it was as if my min...

There were three types of people in this war. The Laden, the Empties, and the Naturals. It was a rule drummed into our heads right before we were tossed out onto this desolate land. We were the Naturals. The ones meant to bring order back into this world. And yet here were the Laden breaking every law known to man. Shooting fire from their hands. Healing wounds that should have killed them. Even i...

Uninhabited

Bleak

Lonely.

Deserted

Empty

Isolated.

Tumble

weed rolls pa

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Ding! A cheerful sound. One of promise for new adventure. Inhaling deeply the scent of unexplored worlds… That weren’t there.

Mother Earth was renowned for being a incessant smoker, continually releasing pungent earthy notes skywards. The sharpness would be unbearable if fresh rain didn’t sprinkle its lightness. Opening your eyes you looked around bewildered. There were no neatly stacked shelves....

There once was a woman named Jackie Wright, who was surfing the web and looked up this place called deserted place in Moorland because she figured it would be quite interesting to go to a place like this to do some research on what she might find. So she decided after thinking about it she’s going to go check the place out and pack her bags so that way she could beat traffic out there while drivin...

There once was a woman named Jackie Wright, who was surfing the web and looked up this place called deserted place in Moorland because she figured it would be quite interesting to go to a place like this to do some research on what she might find. So she decided after thinking about it she’s going to go check the place out and pack her bags so that way she could beat traffic out there while drivin...

Thousands of words and nothing to say

Collapsed inspiration, a boredom bouquet

A shackled ambition, it scrapes and it pains

My mind’s full of concepts, but lacks words today...