Prompt 403

[lady_aduial]

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[loonaetick]

The man turned and looked into the camera. He pointed behind him. "See that snow covered mountain over there? That's where they dropped me off three days ago. I'm still looking highway that was supposed to east of that summit but so far no luck." He kept on walking before he realized his blunder. He stopped and looked into the camera again somewhat embarrassed. "It seems I've made a huge mistake. You see, it's around 3 pm right now and the sun is shining in my face. That means I've been heading west instead of east. Essentially, I've gone the wrong way. At this point, I have two options. I either continue going this way and hope I run into another road or river or I turn back and attempt to reach the highway on the other side of that mountain. Neither option is very good, but I don't want to go back up there without the proper attire so I'll continue my trek westward." The subsequent week, his show was canceled.

[kick_back_80s]

We are going to
carve your face into the rock
unfading image

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^lame haiku style
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[onafastcammel]

i like it :) i love writing haikus xD

[kick_back_80s]

XD

they're so much fun to write

[lady_aduial]

The rattler buzzed at me from the bushes as I passed. I couldn't see it but the dry clatter was warning enough. Moving to the other side of the trail I gave the snake it's space and kept walking. It was warm but the mountains were still capped with snow. I got a clear view of the peak as I rounded a bend. It was framed by the red rocks, glowing in the sun as it sank further from the top of the sky.

I stopped and looked up, letting the minutes stretch on. The rattler's warning had died off, leaving the air quiet again. I loved the dry dirt under my boots and the air faintly saturated with sage. It was home for me, the world of my childhood. I missed it.

(This is actually a rock formation near where I grew up. Good times.)

[alexandria_skye]

I always found it strange that as I drove across the arid desert floor, the mountains that rimmed the desert were always covered in snow. It's such a juxtaposition; dichotomies surround us.

[thelonelybitch]

"There it is Adara," she said