Adventure Writing Prompts

“The first thing you notice is the smell”. That’s what my grandfather told me. He always described it as stale salt. I never understood it as a kid. How does salt go stale? Isn’t the purpose of salt to prevent that? Now, as I slowly trudge through the loose dirt and sand, it makes sense. The sand… it’s the same stuff that covers The Impassable Desert. But unlike there, this sand is cold and sligh...

I saw the rabbit

Stopwatch, coat, tie, down the hole

Picnic forgotten

My knees scrape the ground

I crawl, down the rabbit hole

Now I feel weightless

Paper, fungi, tea?

My nose knows no nothings

Only everythings

I am sat; table

Clinking china, rustled hat

Whispered madness, cat

Inviting letters

‘Eat me’ they say; tall, short,

Taste of madness too

I wonder of land. But who visits wonderla...

Our legs had all but given out long ago. Our bodies ached, our lips begged for even a taste of fresher water than what we had been surviving off of for too many days. Our bones were becoming old, though we felt younger still as we pushed forward.

For what felt like many weeks, we had wandered the forest in search of something, anything, that would tell us we were getting closer.

Closer to life...