Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Andre Benz @ Unsplash
Write a short, descriptive story about the places this secret bridge connects.
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I see you through the window
Ivory skin
Cheanut hair
Vibrant green eyes
A smile Playing your pink lips
a blush acfoss your rosy cheeks
- Left
I see you through the window
Skin of porcelain
hair of Mahogany
Eyes sparkling in a thousand shades of brown
a tear slides down your cheeks
dark bags sink further down your eyes by the day
- Right
I see you play with your dog
and watch tv
I see you ...
There are so many bricks
And the charming alleys are draped
With silks and signs
Colors paint the sidewalk
A small dog is trotting the path
Snow tops itās snubbed nose like a cherry on a sundae.
Thereās the cupcake stand,
A cart with books and honey sits perched by the swings,
How perfect does that sound.
And look at the snowflakes
I can almost see them.
They whir with electric buzz,
Lighting up...
The dust and the smoke leave a memory of the revolution ever since this place was once involved.
Burnt flags were lying on the ground, after a time when we were choosing who to be, what we are now.
Quiet songs sang from the heart, before everything was tarred apart.
A never ending battle between a wish that we once had and the mind that was telling us to beware.
A men standing on the ed...
In the forest, we found ourselves by a bridge. I could sense how much magic was used to keep this bridge hidden. The bridge had a golden glow to it. We couldnāt turn back now, not when we so close to finding the truth. I grabbed Lucineās hand and squeezed.
āWeāre almost there.ā I said.
āAnd almost to the truth.ā
We stepped forward. The bridge had a weird sensation to it, like we were going to b...
The fifth floor of the apartment on 26th street was always crowded, bustling with fun. There were many nooks and crannies for children to hide in, many rooms leading to more, secret places not everyone knew about.
Mary, James, and Kam lived in the apartment on the left side on the fifth floor. Camila and Jordan lived on the right side. They loved to sneak away to see each other, quintuple troub...
A bridge that connects heaven and hell
Only the Lord and the Devil know
And neither will tell
Lost souls may cross unknowingly
Confused and alone
But greeted by either side glowingly
Come across and home to me
Both sides call out
Though one side may seem dark, thereās different parts to see
Our minds will be open and our hearts too
Cross the bridge between heaven and hell
Go to whichever you b...
Most people ignore it. Even more people canāt see it. But itās there. And it is important to so many creatures.
The building on the left rises above, housing humans as they go about there day.
But what rises up on the right is the most unique thing. To the human eye, you will see an empty lot with nothing more than stray cats.
But to the supernatural eye, it is home.
One problem, people canāt see...
When they were born, Raphael and Narissa had no way of knowing that they would become mortal enemies. Their parents gathered them around when they were ten, telling them about their powers. Raphael inherited his fatherās necromancy; Narissa, her motherās growth magic. Together, they could do beautiful things for the world. But they became bitter, each one wanting the otherās gift. āIf only I could...
āHotel is too expensive, Shadow Mind, I told you this,ā Shadow Queen hisses, looking up at the red walkway that they have to walk across to get to their rooms. āA-And you want me to walk across that? Did you know that we could likeā¦ fall? Or something.ā
āAre you scared?ā Shadow Mind raises an eyebrow and chuckles quietly.
āAnd you bought four different rooms. I told you, we didnāt need this for-...