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They have what they call the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge.

Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry that begins with:

Where I go, no one can follow

Where I go, no one can follow
Though I used to think some could

Down winding ways within my mind
Lined with doors, criss-cross corridors

I wander, lost in thought, yet never
ever
alone

These endless halls echo with whispers
With voices patently not my own

Saying things I’d never say
Speaking sometimes directly to me: “What you don’t know…

(What was that? Who or what is here?)

“… is that I am not of you.”

But they are of me, these ephemera
As I have come to call them

Like will-o’-wisps, so many times they’ve led me
The wild goose chase – grasping after what manner
Of entity could manifest mentally, could trespass internally –
How I’ve racked my brain over every possibility!

A dozen years now since first I heard them
A dozen long years I have weathered

Exhausting as I have every alternate explanation
‘Ephemera’ it is; brief-lived (albeit vivid) emanations
Of my own psyche

For where I go, no one can follow
Though I used to think some could