Writing Prompt

Each blink hurts. My eyelids feel frozen together, unwilling to part after so few hours spent together. The bitter cold of my surroundings wasn’t very conducive to sleep. I can’t see my reflection but I know my skin is dry and cracked and my hair is knotted and greasy. I take in the view in front of me, the cold stone walls hung with icicles, the impossibly tall trees surrounding my little cave no...

I stand alone and take in the scene.

What could have happened? What could it mean?

In front of me is darkness, a path winding down.

Behind me a bright light is to be found.

Is this destiny, or my choice to make?

If this is a dream, I’d sure like to wake.

The wind is cold, and it bites at my skin.

Light starts to dwindle just a few steps within.

Ice hangs like daggers, clinging just ...

𝙈𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙄𝙘𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚.

𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 ...

I close my eyes, and the same nightmare begins. Seven nights a week, I try my best to picture beautiful scenery and lush surroundings. Instead all I see is grim, dead wood and cold, sharp as nails ice. The kind of ice that would go through you like a hot knife through butter. I open my mouth to scream praying that I wake myself up, but nothing comes out of my mouth. Just eerie silence as my tears ...

The early spring had been cold here - colder than usual. Her ears and nose were numb and she could see her breath as she walked. Though the bite in the air was an uncomfortable reminder of her current condition, the warmth of the morning sun presaged nicer days ahead.

The ground was crisp with frozen leaves and dead brush - the protective cover that sheltered a colony of sprouts that in weeks ...

I feel like I’ve been walking for hours now. Even so, I loved to take those long walks. I don’t think I ever felt more at ease with myself, it’s a level of tranquility I don’t get anywhere else. Even though I hated to deal with the aftermath of snowwy storms, the country was just lovely to be in. I recall when I first got there, the place that would eventually turn into a sacred little corner of t...

As we finished setting up camp, the sun was beginning to set and a stranger appeared at the edge of the woods. “This is not a safe place to camp.” He said with an old gravelly voice that has smoked way too many cigarettes. “People disappear from here.” “There’s another camp about ten minutes up the trail, it’s safe there.” “The ground here is cursed.” As he turns and disappears into the woods. “Yo...

I loved you once. You loved me too. Time goes by and the baggage adds up. When I see you, you’re a shade of what I knew. Together we’re two black shadows. You followed me today. I went walking through town. A blue winter day. I remembered us and all we were. I strode through the old tunnel where I once told you, “Forever.” Climbing the path, I heard you behind me. I turned back and saw your silhou...

Ice hangs over the room

locking in a permanent winter

moss leaves no trace of a wall behind,

the few and rare gap’s fingers trace leave a disturbing, sickly impression on skin

the floor,

natures clutter is dark and unidentified

one can assume the top cover is a frozen water form, although varying with texture

crunches of snow echo

or is it the chattering of teeth?

maybe the sound of malno...

I can't let go I can't let go of you being so funny you being you making me laugh remember when we were in class an we were playing truth or dare and I said I was trying to pee like a boy I lied lol I was just trying to make you laugh to see your smile 😎...