Writing Prompt

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...

The road goes ever onward. That’s what my Pa would tell me when I earned to leave town and start traveling with the caravan myself. We are a simple folks, living in a simple time in a simple place. When a child surpasses their 14th harvest, they earn the opportunity to take to the road. Seasons at a time, members of the caravan would set out from home and travel to all the nearby villages in the P...

The souls of her feet hit the wet sidewalk as she took each step. Her body limp and exhausted as she carried her baby. It seemed as though she had been walking forever. The flowers on her once white sundress was now dirty and faded. She walked so many miles barefoot that now it felt like blisters covered her feel the same way her shoes would’ve. With each step she took, she mumbled her daughter’s ...

I've been walking for 3 days and still nothing. No food, no water, no nothing. My mom told me to go down this path; that I would find a home away from the chaos I had fought with for years upon years. The path was dark, and, misty, I know that I don't belong here.

I finally reach a cabin it was small and humble, but comforting at the same time. But when I knock, there was no answer, so I knock ag...

One foot after another,

A rhythm of breath and then two steps.

She remembers on this path as a child

Much more gloomy, dark, and missing her brother.

He wasn't gone, just not around.

She was told,

"Sometimes life gets busy"

"I wish..." she frowned.

She has always believed

Believed in shooting stars, family and more.

As much as a fourteen year old could

She dreamed.

Dreamed one day her one wish ...

As the man in the top hat and suit walked down the misty path, he saw somebody in the distant. It was a man.

As the walked towards eachother, the man in the top hat realized the way this man walked, hit clothing, and his height. They were identical.

They man knew he should turn around but he was too intrigued to not. There was myths about seeing someone who looked exactly like you.

As...