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Day 62 Ruminating And Writing

Goddess

They thought her as a queen, a beauty like no other. They pictured her feet not touching the filthy ground. They put so much pressure on her that it was impossible for her to live up to their dreams. Her powers, her brow, and her beauty were not as the humans wished. She was not light on her feet. She stomped around. She was not there to bless them. She was there to fix all their ailments, from boils to heartbreak. Such things demanded a more sensible goddess than one made of delicate...

Day 61 Ruminating And Writing

Ego

Oh, what a torment I am to myself. This sense of me and my needs and wants with a fragmented ego that screams and snarls. What a hurt it has to endure. How silly it can be. Yet, I have to carry it around, soothe its ailments, and whisper that all will be well—silly little ego.

WW2

We can rationalize, argue, and state numerous reasons why wars continue to happen. We humans are flawed, and our societies reflect this. Yet, I have never understood the statement that wars, violence, and ...

Day 60 Ruminating And Writing

Iris

She drew the Irises in her notebook. It was a perfect study of the one in her yard. It was there, along with the other flowers she had drawn with details. The notebook had all that she had seen, from fauna to flora. It was a perfect recount of what the world was like, along with the notes she used to describe the seasonal patterns and the behavioral cues. This was her dream. Through her notebook, she could become the biologist she aspired to be, and society forbade her from being.

War...

Day 59 Ruminating And Writing

Echo

The silly echo of all that was said and done swirled inside my head. I tried to shake it off, drop it to the curve, and hide, but it stayed there with me. All I could do was to seek those echoes that made my mind calm. Leave things behind that tormented me for days to come. The silly echo inside me. What a thing to carry with you.

Siblings

He kicked the pebble on the ground and watched it swirl onward. His big brother stood there mute and fighting against the tears, wanting to come...

Day 58 Ruminating And Writing

Silence

The sweet silence, the lack of human noises at the outskirts of the world, that’s what I grave for. The constant electric hum, the car tires grinding against the road, the chatter of meaningless. We produce indifference.

I want to sit there where there are no humans. Only the susurrus of leaves and the calls of the birds unknown. I want to breathe in the humid air and know that I alone am there.

A Pet Dragon

He walked into the pet shop at the corner of his neighborhood. It ha...

Day 57 Ruminating And Writing

Crystal

You could call it her destiny. A blessing. But she called it her curse. The crystals had been her mother’s, and now they bound her to serve the kingdom as they had bound her mother too. Among them was one crystal that could free her, but it would mean that the king and his kingdom would fall. People would suffer only so she could be free.

The king and his men played around her. They knew her duty. They knew her place. She was neither a servant nor a master. They thought they could ...

Day 56 Ruminating And Writing

Fire

There are flames. Then there are fires. Those kinds that kindle new beginnings and revenges. This was such a kind of fire. It would lead to death. It always did. There had to be sacrifice for the hurt and the pain. There always had to be. Someone had to pay, and she was going to make them pay. The dark-ashed road underneath her, coloring her knees and shins, stretched between the burned houses. The cries had stopped. There was only the crackle of the diminishing fire and the silence of t...

Day 55 Ruminating And Writing

Stone

The rings around the stones rippled through the pond. She tipped her toe on those rings, disturbing the pattern. Then she watched as her ripples changed the clam pond into chaos. That was her, chaos. She lifted her gaze, watching the human world past her pond, past her calm. There were people who were scared of her. They cursed her name and searched for paradigms to shield their world from her. They knew nothing. They knew not that no one could escape her influence. Life was not static....

Day 54 Ruminating And Writing

Rouge

Her rouge cheeks made her appear comical against her white-painted skin. She had made herself into an old-time doll. There were black marks on her joints to make her appear disjointed, as strings held her together. She moved around the room erratically, spooking anyone on her way. He had not seen anyone commit to Halloween as much as she had in ages. Others had bought their outfits ready-made. He had too. But now he wished that he had put in more effort so he could walk up to her with m...

Day 53 Ruminating And Writing

Rogue

He shifted his weight and watched in the shadows as people walked past him. He would have to wait. There had been a letter ordering him to be here at this day and this hour. He had his mark. He wasn’t only meant to rob the man, he was meant to kill him, too. He was good at it, always had been.

Yet, he felt his eye twitch. Something wasn’t right. He had received orders like this before. There was nothing new to what he was about to do. But the letter didn’t sit right with him. The sum...