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Day 72 Ruminating And Writing

Serenade

His heart was bursting open. Every time he saw her in the village, he wanted to sing to her how lovely she was. Her red lips, her hair, her eyes, her dark complexion made him want to serenade her beauty to the world.

Even now, he followed her with his gaze. He was sure that she barely knew of his existence. The mere thought made his heart ache. He needed to possess her. He needed her. Nothing made sense without her.

He gathered his courage and followed her down the village step...

Day 71 Ruminating And Writing

Rim

She ran beside the island rim, watching as the sea around the land swirled against the sharp, huge rocks. There had to be a vast world beyond the ocean. There had to be where all the boats went and never returned. One day, when she was old enough, she would leave too, and she would know what there was beyond the rocks and the sharks and jellyfish. She would know the meaning of it all.

She couldn’t wait to be off the island.

“Wait up, Nia,” his lil brother shouted after her.

He wa...

Day 70 Ruminating And Writing

Royal

There it was, the richness of the color against the white shore. The royal blue was like a dream he had been looking for all his life. The hue was like no other. It was what he would paint, and it was what would drive him mad. He could already feel it.

He set the painting kit on the sand, laying his brush there one by one, and set up to paint.

Boss Witch

Whenever he said to his Normie friends that his boss was a witch, they laughed. They made funny jokes about women and bosses....

Day 69 Ruminating And Writing

Battle

The dead lay at his feet, covering the entire field. Luck had only spared him. This was not what they told you when they wanted you to draft. This was not what they said was the cost of a war. They spoke about plains, tanks, guns, lost land, bombs, food supplies, lines, and all that, but they said nothing about the twisted faces of the youth muddied by the soil they had fallen on.

War was never a solution; it was a last call and always pointless. They liked to sell it as just someth...

Day 68 Ruminating And Writing

Burglar

That was what he had amounted to, stealing from the grannies of the street. Yet, another lady had stocked their life’s savings into their sock drawer, and he had a belly full of meat tonight. He sighed as he took the money, not wanting to think what it meant for the inhabitant. It would be easier if he could remind himself that they were better off than him, but no one in the country was. Everyone was suffering, the money was tight, and the war on the poor was making everyone feel agi...

Day 67 Ruminating And Writing

Steel

Usually, these word prompts are easier for me, but today, my mind is drawing a blank. I cannot find a story for steel. Mostly because I’m full of doubts about what steel is, what iron is, and how it should be used. If this were a scene for my book, I would go and do research, but I have to go to work soon. I leave this word to haunt me.

Father

His father scooped him on his lap, swirling him in the air. He pressed his head against his father’s chest and felt the instant warmth and ...

Day 66 Ruminating And Writing

Strength

I have no strength to carry you on. You have kept my head above water for so long, and now it’s my turn, and I fear that I’m failing you. All there is anger and disappointment, and you deserve none of that. Why can’t I give you what you need? Why am I so angry with you? Your strength is greater than mine, and I have borrowed it from you so much that I have left you weak. I’m sorry. I have to resolve my inner conflict so I can be there for you.

Cat’s Guide On Being A Responsible Hu...

Day 65 Ruminating And Writing

Soft

The fabric’s softness under a coarse skin felt almost sacrilege. He could feel the stares upon him at the store. The women looked like he didn’t belong there. He continued, despite their stares.

Best Friend

Her little nose pushed against his cheek. She held it there until he woke up. He scooped her on his chest and buried his hands in her fur. She purred loudly as he scratched her under her chin and then at the back of her neck. It was love. It had to be. A love two creatures could...

Day 64 Ruminating And Writing

Night

The happiness of a quiet world. The hour when there was only her awake, along with the hooting night owls and no humans around. That was when she got up and took her walk in the woods. Her headlamp popped up and down as she avoided the roots and rocks on her way, casting a beam in the dense forest. In the distance, she heard branches crack. All she had to tell herself was that she was the most terrifying thing in the woods, and her mind became at ease.

The moist night air rippled aro...

Day 63 Ruminating And Writing

Owl

The hoot sounded above her head. She knelt on the ground and watched as the approaching patrol came into view. She waited for them to pass before the faint hoot echoed over her head. The moss under her feet felt soft, muffling her steps. She would only have to reach the edge of the woods, and she would be safe. None one dared to go to the stretching prairie. That was where the wildness lived. There were tales of strange people who hunted with bows and arrows, wearing skulls over their fac...