Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
By Lute @ Unsplash
Create a plot based on your immediate thoughts when you consider what is going on in this image.
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A mother and loving wife passes away and wakes up in a tunnel. Many people quickly run into the tunnel and eventually she is there alone. She knows what’s beyond it, but doesn’t go in. Not yet. After 7 years, a man appears. They take a moment of silence before sharing a warm embrace. Afterwards, they glance at the light, and then at each other, before sitting down on the ground. The man knows what...
My mother and father are leading me
I don’t know where
I keep following, wanting to be a good son
I shouldn’t have
As we walk fast, almost as if we have to
I see my mother crying
I ask her what’s wrong, I want to be kind
She tells me not to worry
As we get to a train track, when a train is about to come by
My father says, “for the cult!”
He grabs our hand, and makes us all jump in front of the tra...
Her hand, small and bloody, clings to mine like I’m the last solid thing in this universe.
“Papa?” She asks as we near the end of the tunnel.
I look down at her, the mess of a child in all its horrific glory.
Her mouth opens, the heavy lines of a frown etched on her skin. “Are we still…the good guys?”
I halt, tightening my grip on her hand. She winces.
“Yes” I whisper, not knowing if anyth...
They stumbled through the dark, blinded by their tears. A small woman with a tall man linked together by a child. A child in which they could not take care of anymore. A small child who based on appearances one would think he was three maybe four years of age. But in the truth of life, he had been on earth for seven years.
The boy was born with a growth disability, which the doctor had said it wo...
“See that?” The shadow man pointed out the light at the end of the tunnel.
“It’s beautiful!” Breathed the little shadow girl.
“Beautiful things are deadly, little shadow girl. The light kills all darkness.”
The little shadow girl whimpered, inching away from the light.
“Never go to the light.”
“Never go to the light.”
“Never go to the light.”
One day, when the little shadow girl was no long...
An awkward figure floats kind of in a carmine roughed rectangle, titanium white and cerulean baseball game inexplicably interrupted by a misshaped faun, each canvas was more fascinating the next. Dan took in each twist limb, every garish color. The bright minimalist hallway of the Museum of Unfortunate Art had lulled his mind left Dan open to the assault of colors. Dan felt lightheaded.
Hazel tug...
“Your new father awaits you, my dear child.”
“But I like you a lot more.” The child cried. The man looked at the young one that both he and a fellow woman the child only knew as ‘mommy’ were holding by their side
“Mom and Dad will miss you, but you will be much better off without us mortals caring for you.”
The child was sent to his new Father, but both ‘parents’ knew they would never see thei...
Amie held Mauro and I's hands, oblivious to our situation. She sung nursery rhymes she learned from the other kids at camp. Camp... Amie is so innocent. We managed to protect her from the sights and screams that ensued the attack. I ran with Amie tucked to my chest and Mauro ran beside us, gun in hand, protecting us from the bitters. That was a few hours ago. We're now on our way to a nearby civil...
My siblings and I have finally reached the end of the tunnel. It has been years since we entered. Years since we’ve seen the sun, seen anything outside this underground maze. A couple years ago, my parents told me that I had to babysit my siblings for a couple days. The youngest brought a flier home from school. It was about a fun underground maze nearby. We decided that it would be fun, so we wen...
The faint whir of tubing and beep of machines died down, and the colours of the world bleached from their places, pooling somewhere far from the shuddering child who’s ashy, tissue-thin skin had barely changed in the drain.
“Mami? Papi?” The child, excited, coughed through the crack of their unused voice. The two blurred and wavering figures nodded, each offering a hand to the colourless babe, th...