Writing Prompt

“Pretty beautiful, isn't it?” Harold’s canteen stopped at his lips. Caught off guard by the sudden conversation despite hours of silence.

“What did you say? You can't just talk to me out of nowhere now.” He grumbled, sitting up straighter.

“The sunset, Son.” Pa sighed. Rather he was taking it in or finally letting his annoyance show, Harold couldn't really tell from the back of his gleaming head...

Upon reaching the lofty alpines of Gethia by pack mule, which was the only sensible track, they could see a narrow path winding up a steep incline before them. Ascending the cliff side path, daring not to look all the way down into the canyons below, Jess was reminded of her father’s words, “The path you fear is the only way to meet your true purpose.”

Danner only thought of making sure Jess was...

Beyond the sunset

Two hearts ride away

Beyond the sunset

Two hearts know the way

Beyond the sunset

Where two hearts lie

Beyond the sunset

Two hearts are tied...

I like the way you smile I like the way you call us names I like the way you play with us. I like the way you play with a dad sometimes when you’re not here I feel sad whenever you are here. I feel happy whenever we watch a movie, I feel calm whenever I feel like I’m sad. You’re always there to comfort me in any type of way. I love you just the way you are even though you’re not one of my

parents...

I long to be in a place where time nearly freezes, where you can ride above the heavens without a care in the world.

I want to be in a place where all your wildest dreams come true; and the seemingly impossible is always possible.

Where the sky is always painted like a sunset with swirls of violet and Cotten-candy pink.

Where there is nothing to be scared or worried about and you are free to ...

In the sky where purple sunsets glow,

Two riders pause, their hearts heavy with woe.

Upon their steers they sit side by side,

Reflecting on journeys, and love, and pride.

Once they raced through fields wild and free,

Chasing the sun, as bright as could be.

But shadows grew long, and days turned to night,

Each moment a memory, now fading from sight.

They’ve danced through the storms, embrac...

Two figures linger at dusk’s soft breath,

One cloaked in fur, the other in quest.

A horse stands still, as silence grows,

While stardust etches what no one knows.

Mountains blush in twilight’s hue,

Veiled in runes and cosmic blue.

The sky, a canvas—vast, unknown,

Paints secrets on a sleeping stone.

What dreams lie carved in circles wide?

What stars have watched them side by side?

They do not spe...

The russet horse walks with a burden. The hooded stranger rides with a burden. In some cases one might think it’s the heat and exhaustion, if only it was that. In truth it was actually a quite picturesque evening. The purple and oranges painting an alluring sunset. The heat was confusing part of Lonaan. It seems as though the endless dusk would have the cool atomospere of earth but rather it was i...

Find a little place

Just slightly more comfortable than the others

And call it home

At least for now, you’ll move on tomorrow

Settle in, get comfy

This is your safe place, filled with memories

Just got here today

But I can confidently say this feels like home

Oh wait, gotta go

So glad to be out of this place, so much to see...

It’s time to trade in the sword

The sun rises

As well as sets

I embrace the future

How about you

this powder and bullet

Will spark the shift

A dawn of a new era...