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Day 52 Ruminating And Writing

Golden

The golden sunset played with the green of the forest. It was that last hour of wonder before the darkness came and the magical forest turned sinister. She had always been baffled about perception. It tricked the onlooker, the hearer, into thinking that the stories were true, the opposites couldn’t exist, and thoughts and emotions held great respect. Here in the forest, two realities existed simultaneously without the need to remove one or the other. Here, truth wasn’t restricted by th...

Day 51 Writing And Ruminating

Guilt

There it was in her heart, nestled deep, cutting her and all she wanted to be. It was her fault, her pettiness, that made it hard to let go. She knew she should grow up. Be the bigger person. Forgive. But there had been hurt. There had been hatred. There had been mistrust, and here she was feeling guilty about drawing her lines, asking to be considered, but knowing that she wasn’t the bigger person here. She let her emotions dictate all and everything.

Dark Skies

The planet, with ...

Day 50 Ruminations And Writing

Day 50 of the daily prompts:

Verbose

The verbose response made her want to scream. All she had asked for was a simple explanation, not some eloquent speech that would make her head spin. She hated it when people tried to shift the blame and responsibility by making it about something else. She tore the letter she had gotten and stomped her feet on the ground. Then she collapsed on the floor. All she had wanted was an apology, and now she felt like she was the most heinous person in the wor...

Day 49 Ruminating And Writing

Day 49 of the daily prompts:

Forsaken

I had forsaken my heart a long time ago. There was no other option than to let go of any emotion I carried. I had become a Death’s apprentice, and there was no room for pity, fear, love, and anger. What had to be done, had to be done; such was life.

But sometimes, when I got a glimpse of their lives, of their memories, and their sorrows when they died too early, too suddenly, too painfully, I couldn’t help but feel like I had to save them.

This w...

Day 48 Ruminations And Writing

Day 48 of the daily prompts:

Kiss

It was just a slight peck, but it swept her away. She kept thinking about her lips, hot and pressed against her cheek, and then her mouth all day. It was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She felt alive. She felt like her, and the feeling she now felt inside her defined who she was and all she wanted to be.

The City

She walked along the canal back to her lodgings. She hadn’t expected the city to be as dark and as vivid as it was. All the ...

Day 47 Ruminations And Writing

Day 47 of the daily prompts:

Thorn

My flesh, rotten to the bone. I shamble onward, hungry and mindless. There’s a thorn in my flesh—a memory of how it used to be, but I can’t quite recall. There are others like me. I hear their moan. I hear their pain. If only I could remember. If only there were more than the hunger. I can’t grasp it.

I bite into the flesh. I can feel the blood in my mouth. It feels important. It fills me. I listened to the screams coming around me. Then the moans and ...

Day 46 Ruminations And Writing

Day 46 of the daily prompts:

Rose

She swirled the rose in her hand. It had been left to her front door this morning. No note. No explanation. Just the rose. She had at first thought it had been a mistake, but it had been placed so carefully to lean against the porch so it wouldn’t be crushed by anything.

The rose made her feel… She wasn’t sure what it made her feel. Alive? Titillated? Scared? All at once. She couldn’t think of anyone who would have left the rose there. Her neighbors wer...

Day 45 Ruminations And Writing

Day 45 of the daily prompts:

Crown

The crown glistened in the grass. It welcomed him, whispering to kneel over and put it on his head. He followed the impulse and took the cold crown into his hands. He could feel its command, feel the power. From now on, he would be the most powerful person in the entire world.

As he put the crown on his head. He didn’t care about the searing pain as the crown latched onto him. He didn’t care about the corpse he now saw rotten on the grass. All he cared...

Day 44 Mulling Over Life And Writing

Day 44 of the daily prompts:

Garden

The path between the mossy stone columns opened into a magnificent, vivid garden. I had seen nothing like it, and this had been a misstep on my way home. There was no one around except me. I walked past the flowerbeds with flowers that rose higher than my head. The sweet scent was intoxicating, filling up the air around me.

How could the garden be here? I had walked this path thousands of times, but this was the first time I had noticed the magical pl...

Day 43 Mulling Over Life And Writing

Day 43 of the daily prompts:

Sin

It had been his job for centuries to tempt humans to sin. He was good at it. He didn’t need to stretch his imagination to make humans choose the bad option. You could say he was naturally tuned to the inner workings of the human soul. He just had to glance at the rich chocolate cake with thick frosting at the bakery, and everyone in the line would get a second helping of it. He was good for business.

It was just that he was having doubts about the whole ...