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Day 92 Ruminating And Writing

Barn

He was glad to see the barn in the distance. The rain was coming down hard with a drizzle that soaked him through. He groaned and pushed onward over the moor. It had been a bloody morning. It still would continue to be one. One girl in his village had gone missing. He had been tracking the prints from her house to the moor until the rain caught him. With bad luck, he would be burning hot tomorrow from fever. Even a badge couldn’t shield him from the forces of nature.

The barn was full...

Day 91 Ruminating And Writing

Dog

The small dog hurried down the street. She was running after it. It had gone all wrong. She should have approached it with a sausage or something rather than trying to catch it like this. The dog made a sharp turn into an alley. She sped up her strike and dashed into the alley. Despite her best effort, the dog was gone. She stopped to gaze at the alley, and when she was sure it was nowhere to be seen, she let herself lean on her knees and pant.

This was her third time trying to catch t...

Day 90 Ruminating And Writing

Glaze

She smoothed her fingers over the glazed tiles. They had come to the ancient ruins this morning, and she was marveling at the Roman work. History was amazing. It reminded her that human ingenuity fueled civilizations. She thought of all the arts, the buildings, the customs of her time. What would some future person think of her time? Would there be anything left of modern art or digital books? Would they find them, or was it all the rubbish heaps and the plastic toys that were left of h...

Day 89 Ruminating And Writing

Eyes

Those empty, sad eyes followed me everywhere. I tried not to let them haunt me, but they lingered there with every thought, every interaction, every movement. I wanted them gone. I should have stopped. I should have asked if she needed my help. That should haunt me. That unknown torments me. I walked away.

Red Riding Hood

The Red Riding Hood took her gun out. She had been waiting for the wolf all morning at the rendezvous point. She heard the roar of a motorbike engine. This was it...

Day 88 Ruminating And Writing

Mirror

She had covered all the mirrors in the house with bedsheets. He knew she existed. He knew that she was working against him. It was as if he had known she was here before arriving. As if he had arrived to test her strength. The mirrors had to be covered. He could see her through them. They had met, and he had marked her. This was all a game for him. She could never kill him. He was ancient; he would forever be there, unlike her. He could be banished. That was what her grandmother had do...

Day 87 Ruminating And Writing

Twin

There had always been the two of them. They weren’t identical. They weren’t even the same sex. But they were twins. No one ever believed they were twins. But they didn’t mind. The loneliness the others spoke of. The hunger for connection that they searched for. All those things were not present with them. They would always have each other.

… I’m not sure where to lead this. I don’t have time to figure that out. It seems to be the theme of this week. No time.

End Of The World

No ...

Day 86 Ruminating And Writing

Sign

The signs were there. She had been ignoring them for a long time. She had to, or else she knew that the family curse had followed her. But when the black birds start to follow you, and there are dead mice on your doorsteps, you have to listen. She was listening now. The wind had changed on that autumn day. The animals were restless. He was coming. It was his time.

And the nature wanted her to fight back. This world didn’t belong to him. He was just a bogeyman humans dreamed of to expl...

Day 85 Ruminating And Writing

Ares

This was his century. All the gods had agreed. The humans had become too cocky, and they had to be put in their place. The god of war, Ares, swayed the hearts of men. He whispered in their sleep about fame, power, and money. He sowed seeds of jealousy, paranoia, and greed in their souls. And like petty men, they took in his whispers without consideration. He watched as they bombed each other. They came up with new weapons to eradicate other religions, races, countries, and anyone who was...

Day 84 Ruminating And Writing

Talon

The talons twisted against her wrist. The thick leather gloves made the hawk latching on her more bearable. She didn’t want to show any strain from holding the bird up. Not when, finally, her father had accepted that she, as a girl, could become a falconer.

The bird bit at her. She stifled her scream. It was her father’s bird, and it was only getting used to her. He was testing her with one of his eyass. The nasty one, who was always hungry. She latched the string onto its talon whil...

Day 83 Ruminating And writing

Torn

I exist here, torn between two worlds. I have let myself be swept into the idea of myself that I never knew to exist. This constant craving for validation, acceptance, with the hollow emptiness that comes with it, is gradually killing me. All the effort I put into being the model of the idea I have in my head is taking me farther away from who I want to be and what I value. Yet, even when I know this, all I can feel is the desire, the yearning, the need. It’s bestowed upon me. I let it n...