Writing Prompt

Counting steps in my head

Is this all I get before I’m dead, before I

Quick

Think of something new

Thoughts we could all agree on

Just you and me

Great green pastures we on

Silk

Pretty day that we got

For ourselves

Mornings are coming

The heat will arise

Weeds to our thighs

Make me itchy from inside

Mist, mind is see through

I hear your thoughts, thought i knew you

...

I am Walking on a misty path don’t no were I am headed all I know is if I go right I would make it to the others side as I walked this path and all I could see was this tall frail looking man in the distance. All I could think was who was this man and what did he want? As I got closer to him I realized this was the man from my dreams that I had been dreaming adout the day before he had show...

I open my eyes to a misty walkway in a grassy field covered in fog.

“I hope the passing was peaceful.” A gruff voice whispers next to me and I jump to look at them. It’s a young man, no older than 24, in a light grey tshirt and black jeans; but there is something about his eyes that gives me a moment of pause.

“Who are you and where am I exactly?” I ask as I take in the rest of my surroundings. ...

This is the path of God in life it is hard to follow but God will help you through you just have to preserver and at the end there is a beautiful place with streets of gold and no pain worry and no sadness but the devil's path is easy on the way but it leads to a place where you will suffer to eternity in extreme heat so take this path and live in peace for eternity...

It always started the same way. A white, dusty tendril from an old elm tree creeping into town. That’s when you knew they were coming. We had heard the anxious whisperings of such an occurance three towns over. It didn’t end well… it never does.

The town elders had already shut themselves into an old, rusty horse barn. Intent on devising a plan and desperate to provide hope. Everyone else t...

I’m on this path alone, how I like to be

Although, I honestly would like some company

Nobody bothers me out here— it’s peaceful

I don’t have to deal with hatred, strife, and wars, and others being deceitful

A place without any of that seems unbelievable

It’s unfortunate that’s the world we live in nowadays

This path is cool,I know, lo sé, chévere,

Maybe I’ll return to this path another day...

Legends had it that there once was couples name Ursie and Kelsie that walked along this misty path and found a place to live together after they both ran away from there homophobic parents back in the 50s. Even though are poor, they both work in successful jobs even back then like working in a diner and working as a Accountant. Ursie and Kelsie work very hard to turn this rundown house into a beau...

My footsteps are silenced by the weeds poking through the damp path. My breaths are visible in the cold morning air, a veil of silence between me and the rest of the world. Walking down this path, wiping my clammy hands on the front of my tee shirt. All but remind me of my past and my could-have-been’s. The significance of this path is invisible, but it’s the lighthouse that guides me to work each...

On this path of mist and dew.

Walking barefoot home anew.

It’s cold. I’m cold.

But-I’m bold,

So I walk home,

In the mist- alone.

Healed by dew.

Clear site in the mist....

Rowan walked along the path carrying the bounty of her morning forage in her satchel. Her mind flashed back to images of her childhood, her long white-blonde hair braided tightly as she studied each of the herbs she held close to her side today, the same one’s her mother had once placed delicately in her small palm: yarrow, for healing, mugwort, for dreams, and a sprig of elderflower she had stash...