Writing Prompt

Looking for you

I set out across the lake

In a big winter jacket

Tall, warm boots

And some snow pants too

Well prepared for my journey to you

I pass by someone

They’re shaking in the cold

I give them my jacket

But they don’t thank me

Because what else would I do

And they add it to their pile

I see a person

Who’s feet are tinged blue

Missing they’re shoes

So I give them mine

And when they think I...

It was bitter out. My body was shivering at a thousand miles per hour. You could probably hear the sound of my teeth chattering from across the globe. My eyes darted across the lake in front of me in hopes of seeing where Dad went, but he seemed to be long gone.

I turned back towards the cabin to retrieve my winter gear: my jacket, hat, gloves, boots, and ice cleats. Dad always made sure we were ...

A young girl decided to venture off the nearby parks trail when she caught a glimpse of the frozen pond. The pond where a majority of her summer memories spring from. As she tapped her foot on the lakes icy glass surface, testing its boundaries. She then put all of her weight down and to her surprise nothing happened. This body of water was rock solid. She began slowly walking across its surface, ...

The howling wind chilled my bones, sending shivers straight down to my core. I walked both slowly and without hesitation across the icy lake.

The devil swirled the waters beneath me, and I could see it stirring like the wind below the thin layers of snow.

I tugged at my hat, keeping it firmly on my head. I could feel the blue shards of ice creeping up my fingers and into my hands. I tottered on ...

_I just have to make it to the other side. _This is the thought I keep telling myself. My feet are rooted to the side of the lake. Getting to the other side is more than just finishing this race I’ve involuntarily started. I didn’t choose to be here. I would not have wanted to be part of this but my family needs me to finish.

There have been so many tests and challenges in this race its almost r...

Una hermosa niña caminando en las mañanas de frío.

Queriéndose encontrar con su Creador , llena de sueños, risas va disfrutando de esa hermosa brisa , viento fresco que nuestro Creador nos regala.

Oh Dios que maravilla es poder aislarse , encontrarse contigo a cualquier edad. Lo único que tú buscas es un corazón sencillo, humilde y enseñable para poder esparcir tu hermosa gloria....

A girl walks across a frozen lake in hopes of finding something or someone. The icy winds keep her head tucked tight to her shoulders. Her hat is pulled low, almost over her eyes.

_They’ve got to be out here, _she thought_, I can hear their hums at night from my bedroom._

She moved slowly and steadily but confidently, something had a tight hold of her. Under an intense moon, the ice crystals s...

Their is a claimness to the air, as I do small steps across the frozen lake. I have no idea what is on the horizon. I hear a faint noise on the crisp air, I can’t place what it is. As I move closer on the lake, I see the faint outline of a tree. I can’t tell how far away I am from the only living thing I saw in the last few hours....

I slipped.

Still I continued cause I had no choice.

I felt my boots disappearing from the bottom.

The ice was a living nightmare.

But I continued.

I’m all grown but I’m so young.

A little girl in a dangerous world.

I felt small and tears all crawled.

I wanted to find that door.

I will find that door.

And no it’s not ego

Or pride

Or jealousy.

It’s nothing of the human flesh.

I’m guessing it’s som...

The cold, frigid wind had started to settle deep into Melania’s bones. She was only 9 when her mother had left her behind in their little cabin deep into the cerulean forest of Habaken.

“I’ll be back in a few days before the snow storm hits. Stay here and don’t go outside. I promise baby mommy will return home. I love you so much.” It was the last thing her mother had said to her with her voice ...