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Picture Inspiration Challenge #1
I ran through the woods, the darkness seeming to drip off of the branches of trees, the air thick with the pitch black of the night. Footsteps pounded behind me as the branches tore at my clothes and hair, but I kept going knowing that if I was caught, I would die.
Picture Inspiration Challenge #2
(Figures standing along a fence)
I stood up on the hill, looking at the figures silhouetted against the fence. The way they stood proclaimed they had been defeated, that they had been through so much, that they were giving up, the white flag raised and fluttering in the breeze of the cool evening.
Write A Poem Inspired by One Word
There was once a girl
Who lived in a hill
In a land of oaks and pines
Once she was gone,
When the dawn
Broke upon the trees
She ran through the Forest
Trying to escape
From a horde of angry bees
She stopped to rest
At a well
Her tears had dried where they fell
As the bees crowded around
She let out a cry
As they shoved her inside
And she fell for a long, long time.
She got cuts and scrapes
Scars and bruises
As she fell down
She grabbed a ledge,
Hanging by a thread,
Trying to stay alive
Her fingers slipped,
And she fell down again.
As she was tumbling through the air
She whispered through her dark brown hair
Her words were lost in the silence
Of the echoey abyss of the well
But she had no friends to mourn her,
And no one to wish her goodbye as she fell.
Years later, a crowd gathered round,
A girl whose eyes were small and brown.
"Beware, beware," she whispered,
As she disappeared down the well.
They found the well had a name,
One long forgotten,
A name so dark and silent,
It's thought caused oppression
For this well's name was
The café was bustling with activity, but the staff rushed around, knowing what to do and where to go. They were like machines, following exactly what the Chef said, to the point where their preciseness was a bit creepy. A man sat at a table for two in the center of the restaurant, reading a menu. He peered up over his glasses to see a girl rushing towards the table to see him.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Sir."
"It's fine. Have a seat."
She pulled out a chair and sat, taking advantage of the menu that lay next to her left hand.
"This meeting spot seems casual, Mr. Raven. I thought there was some occasion...?"
The girl was dressed in a loosely fitting grey blouse with dark jeans. She wore combat boots, and her black hair was pulled up into a neat knot atop her head. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold outside, her blue eyes glittering with curiosity.
"Oh, you know what I want to discuss, Evangeline."
The girl pressed her lips together tightly.
"Mr. Raven, you do know that I hate it when people take advantage of my-"
She was cut off by a waitress.
The man looked up over his menu.
"Coffee, please. Miss Hawkins?"
She raised an eyebrow and turned to the waitress.
"Hot chocolate please. Hold the whipped cream," she said, with a thin smile. The waitress nodded curtly and rushed off.
"As I was saying, sir. It is no intention of mine to be a mere CIRCUS display. You know how I'm sensitive of this. Not even YOU should know about my abilities." She said, averting her eyes to stare at a stain on the rug.
"It is not a circus display, dear. People would think you are a miracle. I'd be- WE'D be rich."
The girl scowled, her eyes growing dark.
"No. I refuse to accept this offer. Thank you, anyway. Now I better be on my way," she said, grabbing her purse and standing.
"Wait!" The man cried, grabbing her wrist. She froze, her scowl turning into more of a surprised fear. Pain shot up her wrist, into her fingers, and she could hardly move them. A sense of greed overcame her, and she tugged her wrist away, the pain and the greed stopping as soon as his touch left her.
"No is no sir. Good day."
She turned and walked towards the door, then turned back to call to him:
"You might want to get your arthritis checked out as well, sir!"
She was gone.
She says sir a lot uh--