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VISUAL PROMPT
by JD_Art @ instagram.com/jd_art_x
Is it a storm, is it magic, is it hope? Write a story or poem about what you see within this image.
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Authors note: kind of the prompt? Also planning to be part of the book I’m writing. Also, ignore all grammar mistakes.
The blue sky, filled with pale, puffy white clouds.
The rolling hills, covered in lush green grass, thriving.
Unlike me.
It all seems so peaceful, beautiful, unlike me.
After everything, I’m close to breaking. To falling down into a deep abyss of darkness, and never thinking ...
I used to like Mary Poppins- That is, before I met Lolly.
One stormy night she stepped into our lives with a storm snapping at her heels. I had been slightly suprised when I saw her lopsided grin, freckled face and scruffy hair. She didnt seem like the sort of Nanny mother and father would’ve picked for my brother and I. I remember glancing their way, but mothers usually pursed lips and upturned ...
I find myself lost in a foreign land, how i got here still confuses me.
I made the horrible decision of coming out to my parents. Their words were like glass shards to my heart and I couldn’t take it. I just wanted their support and all I got was intolerance.
Under a tree, I laid awake, thinking of what happened, crying until my eyes went dry. It started to rain and all I had was a cape and a...
I crushed the charred wood in my hand, watching as the beginning of the tempestation started. Opening my hand, I blew on the ashes to start them smoking. Big puffs of magical purple smoke rose from the ashes, sparkling and wisping. I smiled and tilted my umbrellaer so that it would stop catching the smoke and let it rise into the air.
I stopped blowing on the ash and the smoke ended. Using my...
My name is Jeann Vulkros and it’s pronounced G-ann, that’s what my friends call me to empower me and joke around about how I am a total gangster. Or my one bright and adventurous friend Zeke (that’s deaf). But don’t think I conned him like a snake or anything when I say I’m a witch. But my siblings call me a sorceress in stubbornness that I was born more powerful than them. It makes me lay awake a...
I don’t believe in magic. I test it, and rely on the results. It’s my experience with magic that guides me, not my belief.
Strolling into the field, I opened my umbrella and waited. Ether rained on me, and if I absorbed any more I’d succumb to intoxication. Now I had reached equilibrium, and wanted to stay there.
Soon, the puffs of purple smoke heralded the invisible train. Right on time, for on...
The wiggle-witch was a strange and mystical being. She had hair the colour of ivory, and a plum, cone-shaped hat that would dissolve like jelly when she took it off her head and reconfigure as a pitch-black cat that followed dotingly at her heels. She was called the wiggle-witch by those that knew her because any time she needed to get away quickly in a scrape, which was particularly handy when sh...
I step into a world
Somewhere I’ve only read in books
Somewhere that’s not my own,
I swear I have dreamt of this place
Maybe once or twice
But something about it just doesn’t feel right.
Purple smoke appears in the sky
While a light mist of rain covers my eyes
The grass lay still
As I venture through
The wide landscape
Admiring the view ....
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_****_I step outside after the rain, my bare feet sinking into the freshly watered ground. The purple smoke swirls silently, pulling me toward it with an eerie calm. Each step I take is a new hope, a new dawn. The closer I get, the more I believe in the promise this color holds. But as I reach it, I realize—it's just smoke. The hope was never real to begin with. _**...
Somewhere in a distant place, in a distant universe was a girl. She strolled through the fields everyday. Stelle enjoyed the nature. It was sort of her safe place. She knew every plant and every animal with many facts around them. If she had a chance to freely choose her future it would be within the broad fields and dark forests far away from her castle.
Like usually she snuck out of her giganti...
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