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22. Smoke, Fog, and Haze: Write about not being able to see ahead of you. https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/
The path before you is cloudy. Your brain feels foggy and slow. How can you keep moving forward When you don’t know the way to go? Your senses are no longer with you. You’re lost and completely blind. The road before you is twisted, And you have just lost your mind. But you must move on, You must go forth With every step you take. Keep pushing through Through the fog Before it is too late.
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Ashera stood alone in one of the many hallways in the middle of the labyrinth, looking around at the stone walls surrounding her. Fox, Ryan, and Shadow had all been separated from her, and Ashera had no idea how she would be able to find them.
She quickly realized that this was the true test of the mountain. The hike, the riddle, the skeletons: all of them were merely building blocks leading up to this. She had to find the rest of her friends and, together, they had to find a way to defeat whatever was at the center of the maze. It sounded so simple when she put it in words, but Ashera knew that it’d be a lot harder than it seemed, if the rest of this journey was any indication. The group completed each other; where one member was weak the rest were strong. They needed each other. Ashera didn’t have Fox’s brain or Ryan’s strength or Shadow’s ferocity; she just had herself, and she didn’t know if that would be enough. But it had to be. Ashera tried not to think about all of the dangerous things that could be in this maze. She tried not to think about the certain death which was awaiting her. All that she knew was that she’d need everyone in their group in order to get out of here, so she would have to find them, which meant she had to get out of here. TW: Blood, Death
You are a popular book heroine’s love interest. You now have 60 seconds to convince them that saving the city is more important than saving you. (@writing.prompt.s) https://www.writtenwordmedia.com/500-writing-prompts-to-help-beat-writers-doubt/ The metallic taste of blood was in my mouth. Buildings crashed all around me. The cold barrel of the pistol in the villain's hand pressed into my temple. Time seemed to slow as she appeared, her long hair matted and tangled from blood. She was hurt, and I wanted to run to her and comfort her, but the arm around my chest restrained me. Her gaze fell on me and her eyes widened. “James!” she yelled. She scowled at the man holding the gun to my head. “Let him go!” “I have an offer, dear Terra,” the man said in a sinister voice. “The town is destroyed, the battle is over. Take your friends and leave and I’ll let him go.” Glass.
It’s strong and transparent, You can see all on the other side. You can’t leave a dent In it’s cool glassy hide. But be careful and be weary Because although it may thrive, If it starts to shatter It’ll never come back alive. You’re glass. You’re the strongest one I know, But I can see right through you. I can see what’s behind your walls. I can see what you’re going through, But there’s nothing I can do. I know it doesn’t really matter, You’re strong and you’ll be fine. But I beg you please don’t shatter. Closed Doors: What’s behind the door? Why is it closed? https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/
I’m trying to knock, I’m trying to ring, I’m trying to call, But you’re not hearing. I’m trying to yell, I’m trying to shout, I’m trying to scream, But you tune me out. Where is your heart? Where is your joy? Why don’t you pay attention, You stupid boy? Where are you now? Why do you ignore My screams? You’re a closed door. Oh, where did you go? We were so close before. But now you’re gone, You’re a closed door. After what seemed like an eternity of walking, snow, pain, torture, the group arrived at the peak of the mountain. They faced the mouth of a large cave, which towered over them.
“W-Well, th-there it-t is,” Ryan said, teeth still chattering. “Sh-Shall w-we?” Ashera nodded and slowly, cautiously, the group continued into the cave. As soon as they were completely inside of the entrance, her body started to feel as if it had been lit on fire. Ryan actually yelped in pain as the effect set in. “What’s happening?!” “It’s the cold magic; it’s dissipating,” Fox said through gritted teeth. “Stay still.: Ashera did, reminding herself that she had to be there for Saria, and eventually the feeling of her flesh being burned alive left her. She looked down at her hands, which were red and raw, but no longer frozen. Shadow licked her fingers, his tongue sending warmth further into her bones. Foreclosure: Write a poem or short story about someone who has lost or is about to lose their home. https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/
She stared at the empty plot of land, tears filling her eyes. No! No! How could this have happened? One second she was young and her home was here and the next… She had gotten the news a couple of months ago. That dad had sold the house, that it and the rest of her neighborhood was being destroyed in order to make a city, that it would never be the same ever again. But she hadn’t taken the time to come here and see it. She tried to tell herself that it was because she was too busy; because she had just gotten her new job and she wanted to make a good first impression. But that wasn’t the truth. Her job allowed leave; she had time. But she had been scared. Scared of what her home would become. And now she was here, and it was every bit as bad as she had feared. The place where her block once stood had been crushed into rubble, and construction workers were working to build a skyscraper there. The park where she and her sisters once played at was reduced to more room for streets. Her home was gone, and the people who destroyed it left nothing in their wake. She wandered the destroyed town, taking everything in. It surprised her how hard it was to find her way around with everything gone. She had to follow the streets instead of using the familiar shops and homes for landmarks. Passing the places where her deepest memories occurred, she felt tears come to her eyes. The field where she had flown her first kite, the coffee shop where she had had her first date, her old school; her life had been built here. These places were everything her life was. This town didn’t change her life, it shaped it. And now it was gone. A towering mountain
Rising up above the skyline, The cold bites at your skin And you know it’s time to shine. Gather yourself; Feel the wind in your hair. Smile to the danger; Feel the joy in the air. This is the beginning. A barren dry desert, There’s nothing that’s near. Which way should you go? How’d you end up here? You must keep your head And keep pushing through, For if you give up now You’ll never know what to do. This is the middle. A quiet lush valley, There’s a song in the sky. This isn’t what you’d see When you thought you’d get by. But for once you are happy And for once you don’t plead, And although it isn’t grand It’s exactly what you need. This is the end. So...
We're here. This is the 52nd WPW; a whole year of Writing Prompt Wednesdays. If I'm being completely honest, I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it. There were times when it was a Tuesday night and I was rushing as quickly as I could to get a poem done so I'd have something to post. But we did it. I started this blog because I'm many things, but above all, I'm a writer. My worst fear always was that something would happen where I'd be unable to write, and I would've never gotten any of my work out of my own head. So, one year ago, this fear became too much for me to handle. So I started a blog. It hasn't gained much attention, and I'm not sure if it ever will, but it's done it's purpose. I have stories and poems and art out in the world that anyone can read (it still sometimes scares me to think about). I'm doing what I was meant to do in life; I'm creating. I'm making things and ideas appear that weren't there before. And I'm sharing them with the world. I know that I am far from the most skilled writer that ever lived, but I'm improving a lot because of this blog. It's helped me so much, and if you're taking the time to read this, I hope it's helped you too. Because that's all that life is about, really; we create things and we enjoy what other people have created. So, I hope you enjoy my writing. To whoever is reading this, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for giving me a chance. For taking the time out of your day to read this and letting me know that you support me. I wouldn't be able to do this without you. Thank you. -Writerial |
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