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Day 112 Ruminating And Writing

Fleeting

Those fleeting moments of hope
Those thoughts of torment and fear
The never-ending imperfection
The restlessness
Why do you follow me around
Why do you linger as an afterthought
I surrender
I give up
You leave me with no hope

Phone

He ran back to the park, hoping that his phone was still there. He couldn’t understand how he could have been so careless to leave it there on the bench just like that. It had his whole life in there, and someone could just take it. He rushed to the bench an...

Day 111 Ruminating And Writing

Fastidious

He tugged his sleeve straight as he watched his new boss walk past the row of her new employees. The office staff had come early and impeccable to work to impress their new boss. He had worn his old suit. It worked for him. It should work for her. The new boss was a tall, nymph-like creature. He wasn’t sure what she was, but she wasn’t made for the archives, as he and his kind were made for. She was the front-office sort of creature that dazzled everyone with a single smile. The go...

Day 110 Ruminating And Writing

Tar

The scorching summer air had heated the roads, burning hot. She watched as the air sizzled and warped against the asphalt. She followed the cracks in the road to the spots where the city had tarred the biggest holes. She carefully hopped along the road, not wanting her feet to stay on the hot asphalt too long, to the spot where the tar was the deepest. She knelt down and pushed her finger into the melted tar, moving it up and down as it gave way with the pressure. She smiled and pushed mo...

Day 109 Ruminating And Writing

Triangle

She measured the space with her feet, following the line the indentation had left. It was a perfect triangle pressed onto her crops. Her neighbors had alerted her that someone had been messing with her fields. She climbed to the roof of her barn and watched as her field was run over by crop circles. The perfect triangle was there along with the other symbols. It was an elaborate hoax. Someone had too much time on their hands.

She sat on the roof, watching the symbols and wondering...

Day 108 Ruminating And Writing

Forgotten

The path navigated between the tall oaks that shadowed the narrow road. The road had long since been forgotten. The undergrowth had grown tall and strong, and she had to cut her way through it. But her maps and the old books told her that there once had been a keep here. The aerial pictures showed that there had been massive earthworks done centuries ago, before the oaks had grown so tall.

She pushed through the undergrowth, swatting off the insects that tried to suck her dry. Sh...

Day 107 Ruminating And Writing

Trust

I thought you were meant to protect me. I thought you were supposed to endure all and everything. Yet, I watch you wither away, barely answering to my voice. Why did the world take you away? Why does this bleak landscape eat you alive? I stand here on the moors watching the rain fall on your grave. Is your seed to be mine? Will someone stand here on the same spot, watching as I am lowered into the ground?

This feels like a curse that your father bestowed on you, and you on me. I can ...

Day 106 Ruminating And Writing

Careen

The sea rocked alongside the boat, careening it with every stormy wave. That was the temper of the sea and the storm. It was her duty to navigate it. She watched as the boat-sized wave swirled toward her ship. She kept the rudder steady and the course through the wave. Every part of her wanted to close her eyes before the wave hit, not to witness it drowning her and her men, but she kept her eyes open and watched the wave roar against the boat. She moved her hands along the rudder and ...

Day 105 Ruminating And Writing

Mortal

She was the only mortal amongst the ancients. She was a blip in the system. They had first noticed that she was able to die when she had gotten sick as a baby. Something no one does nowadays. They grew to a certain age and remained unchanged, unaffected by time, diseases, and harm. But not her. She could die. At first, she had been a curiosity. People had come all over the world to witness the miracle baby that was born with a defect that made her susceptible to death. But the curiosit...

Day 104 Ruminating And Writing

Struck

She shook her nose and watched as the world aligned according to her wishes. It was as simple as that. If she had a need, if she had a want, if she had a wish, it all came true. And it was all becoming boring. She had been struck with good luck, having such an effective nose. But noses weren’t supposed to be like that. They smelled things, and that was it. She had tried to quit cold turkey, but then something would happen that was uncomfortable, and she would just shake it just a tiny ...

Day 103 Ruminating And Writing

Cerberus

It had been a mistake. It had to have been. He didn’t belong in the underworld. He wasn’t supposed to die yet. Not in his twenties. Not when he had so much to do and see. Not by tripping over his own feet. That was the worst part. He had explained several times to the other dead how he had died, and he couldn’t take the snickers any longer. Now he kept his mouth shut.

He had heard a rumor that you could escape the miserable landscape of the underworld, where nothing felt, tasted, ...