Writing Prompt

“Footprints I have not heard “Footprints, “ and I have learned to hear everything. I have had to for survival. Maybe it was just a hunter or a hiker. These woods are beautiful, but I am so far away from anything or anyone, which was purposely done to protect me. Has he found me? Please, don’t let it be. There is only one person I need to find me, and he would knock, not creep around. Was he inside...

John’s family was a single parent and lived deep within the mountain. Their father died during he was hunting a bear. One day John accidentally broken his mother’s cup, she was so irritated that she ordered him to stay outside in the snow for 1 hour. Once John wore his jacket, closed the door, he got out and transferred a chair near the door and decide to sleep on it to kill time. Before that, he ...

It’s been several months since I last saw anyone. I barely spoke to the guide when he brought me out here. The last meaningful conversation was one year ago. My punishment is self-inflicted, but well deserved.

The snowprints lead to into the trees, unraveling the carefully cultivated layer I’ve made for myself. The anger returns, the fear. I briefly consider hiding inside, but I’ve never been a ...

I open the front door to see a layer of fresh snow, with footprints leading out of my house. It was strange to see them as its been a month no body visited the house. I took a step back closed the door and went to my bedroom I search of my camera for investigation.

Opened the drawer full of gadgets. Found a Nikon digital camera and rushed out of the room and at the front door was a tripod stand c...

It was Saturday morning, the first day of the weekend and the first day since my parents left for their tropical getaway out of country. They left yesterday, at noon, and they let me stay home from school. They departed with their suitcases and tropical shirts and sunglasses, awaiting the airport in an lighthearted mood. I watched them drive off in our grey Honda Chevy. About a month ago, my mothe...

“Lillimore!” I called, I knew she ran out here those are her tracks. I don't want her getting caught and taken away by trolls “Lillimore, please! I know you might be upset with me but don't scare me like this, not now!!” I ran out into the snow, mindlessly, frantically looking for my daughter.

“LILLIMORE.!!” I shrieked my voice straining, I tried to follow the tracks the best I could. I can see a...

Downstairs on the kitchen floor, I found a clear bag of peanuts now scattered all over. Something small with teeth chewed a hole and got violent with the bag.

I followed the small rodent dirt footprints to the front door. When I opened the front door, snow covered everything outside, even the deck and railing. A squirrel left his trail out into the snow. I could tell by the footprints unique siz...

The crushing cold, opens up souls

To the ends of the earth;

And back again.

A plethora of polysynthesis,

qanuk, kaneq, kanevvluk, pirta;

Each falls, glows.

The perma-threat of becoming lost

sound of slow dripping;

Water cowering into frost.

A trace, an impression, left

no possession, it’s eerie;

A question?

Terror, and fear mixing into

a place so bright light;

It is darke...

Last night there was only a dusting of snow on the ground, but this morning I opened my door and to my wonder there was a couple inches of snow. It was a beauty to behold. I was just taking in the beauty of the winter wonderland when my dog dashed pass my legs and out into the snow. Cooper loves the snow.

As I watched him run passed my legs and into the fresh snow, I saw another wonder. Heading ...

Long drawn out legato. A beat. A raising of the foot. Stuttering jumping staccato. Flurrying shimmering fragile notes cavort. Dancing lightly under controlled delicate fingers. The foot falls. Forcing the melody to hover and twist in the tense air. Before crashing down under the dark weight of a perfect fifth. Hanging like a menacing cloud, glowering high in the atmosphere before dissipating under...