Barren of Life, Abundant in Inspiration
Stephen walked home, bent under the weight of his backpack. The sidewalk was cracked and barren, reflecting the worst parts of the area. Stephen didn’t mind…
We all think of wonderful and amazing things while walking down the street, or at least I know I do. The challenge here is to write a segment in which the main character is experiencing a small walk down a sidewalk. The sidewalk can be anywhere, at anytime, and for any reason. What the the character thinking about on their walk?
Stephen walked home, bent under the weight of his backpack. The sidewalk was cracked and barren, reflecting the worst parts of the area. Stephen didn’t mind…
90 seconds. Breucker watched the silver second hand slide across the white face of his elegant watch. 89. 88. From a tiny cafe perched atop the Manor…
“I can hardly believe there is any sidewalk left,” Topher left out in a huffed breath. Buildings demolished, houses on fire... How did all of this happen so…
Whenever he walked and was not otherwise engaged or in a new place (and sometimes even then), he re-saw the world. Usually in fantastic ways. The tiny shoe…
The wind dances past me, sending chills through my body; the sun not yet up long enough to warm the Earth. The concrete sidewalk pounds at my feet. The street…