VISUAL PROMPT

Without describing exactly what you see, write a story, poem, or descriptive paragraph which conjures this image.

Icicles

Horror

Freezing tentative steps on crunchy thin leaves sent shivers up my spine. A stare like no other, dead, and cold. Through the distorted icicles I could see freedom, and my demise.

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Stephany Queen

“FR E SH A VOCA DO” The intro to a young child hoping to become an author in the far future.