The decrepit bridge creaked under her feet. She liked the creaking sound it made. Her hair danced with the wind as if they were rejoicing with her. Her ankle played background music. As she danced on the bridge, she noticed a boy sitting in a boat on the lake.
Alone I walk, into the jungle in search of the berries.
"They would make you immortal." The witch had spoken with her hand on my weak heart. My heart had failed me, and I don't mean in a philosophical way, I mean it literally failed me.
I'm dying. Those berries are the last hope of this dying middle-aged man. As I was saying, I walk in the dark jungle. I see a mirror on the ground in the middle of a jungle. Isn't it odd? ...
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The warmth of the bonfire beckoned him. It was an irresistible call. His cold soul wanted to stay there, just for another minute. "What harm will be done?" He wondered. His blue eyes glinted a little, his frozen heart thawed a little. He had pledged not to think about the past. But as his fingers got warm, his heart did too.
The Smart Move...
Everyone had warned him against it. He didn't listen. As he sat inside the car, he reflected on the bad choices that he made earlier that day. He realized that he was not as brave as he pretended to be. Seeing the empty roads, he had patted himself on the back. Smart move. I avoided traffic! But he hadn't thought what if the car brakes down.
The song was playing in the yellow car. It was one of those songs which uplift the mood. Nuri knew the lyrics and just couldn't resist. Rolling down the window, she sang the song. The fragrance of the countryside was divine. She loved going on road trips. It gave her the time to reflect on life and make the right decisions.
Prompt for this week –
“Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air” – Hotel California by The Eagles
Write a story that may include these words or makes a reference to this song.
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