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Day 42 Mulling Over Life And Writing

Day 42 of the daily prompts:

Fruit

She peeled the orange as she watched the sun setting behind the mountain. She had been hiking all day to this view. Here, there was an endless line of people with their cameras and phones snapping pictures at the peak; she couldn’t see past them. She wanted to throw the orange at them and roar them to go away. This had been her sanctuary for decades, and social media has ruined it for her and others. People were agitated, annoyed, and hostile at each othe...

Day 41 Mulling Over Life And Writing

Day 41 of the daily prompts:

Facade

For years, I showed my best side to everyone. I made myself nice, small, and beige, yet it never amounted to the good and safety I thought it would. All it did was give me this nesting feeling that my facade was slowly suffocating me. But from early on, my way of being, my personality was somehow wrong.

It’s funny how things will solve themselves. It’s never the way you think they will. I never thought I would sit at the back of a cop car, watching my...

Day 40 Mulling Over Life And Writing

Day 40 of the daily prompts:

Silhouette

The darkness between the trees was getting to her. She tried not to think about how long her jog had stretched, yet she knew she should not have left so late. The sun was already setting, and it seemed to go faster than she cared for. She picked up her pace and kept running the narrow paths in the middle of the forest back to her car.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I have run these paths before. This is my forest.”

Something cawed above her. Then...

Day 39 Mulling Over Life And Writing Prompts

Day 39 of the daily prompts:

Stilted

Free flowing words
The softness of the tongue
The release of the control
The stilted interaction remains
The eloquent speak suffocates me
It traps me to tone the line
To exist is to conform
Behave

Travelers

They leaned against an old oak tree, as they had done a hundred years ago. They met here at the turn of every century to exchange what they had experienced.

“The world seems to shrink every day,” she said. It was the same line she had said before.

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Day 38 Mulling Over Life And Writing Prompts

Day 38 of the daily prompts:

Shadow

She felt like something crawled behind her. She glanced yet again at the street where she had come from. There was only the dark display of the street lights and the shadows beyond the halos. She swallowed and continued down the road ahead. A few more blocks, and she would be home, and then everything would be fine.

There it was again, as if nails were scraping against the road. She hurried her steps. The sound became louder. She began running, her br...

Day 37 Mulling Over Life And Writing Prompts

Day 37 of the daily prompts:

Ravine

The cliff ended in a deep ravine. She stopped at the edge, feeling the tips of her toes pushing down hard against the sandy stone, not to fall. She swayed and found her balance. Her heart was beating fast. She glanced behind her shoulder at the thick forest. She still had time before they found her. But she could go back. There was only forward.

She closed her eyes and jumped. She wished it would work this time, too. It did. She felt the wings push up...

Day 36 Mulling Over Life And Writing Prompts

Day 36 of the daily prompts:

Treacherous

My nature, you ask? I have always been honest with you, promising you nothing more than I am. I am a vampire, and it’s my nature to play with the line between the living and the dead. It’s where humanity meets its gods. It’s where I escaped the treacherous nature of existence. I’m free of the shackles you have put on yourself.

Now, my sweet darling, give me your neck, and I will provide you with the release you seek. In there, there are no chores...

Day 35 Of Mulling Over Life And Writing Prompts

Day 35 of the daily prompts:

Tart

The sweet, bitter smell of freshly jammed cherries filled the kitchen. It made her think of her grandmother and how they baked her famous cherry tart every summer. She had awakened today, feeling oddly nostalgic, remembering her childhood summers at her grandmother’s cottage and her cherry tarts. She had to make one. She wanted just for a moment to be that kid again and feel as if summers were endless and the future held all the possibilities.

Family Be...

Day 34 Of Writing And Mulling Over About Life

Day 34 of the daily prompts:

Beast

He pushed his head down and disappeared into the shadows as the car’s headlights rolled over the street. He stood there shivering in the cold, wet night air. The car went past him, and no one was any wiser of his existence.

He jogged down the street towards the forest at the edge of the quiet neighborhood. He had the food stolen from the trash bins on his back. There was a place for men like him, and it wasn’t a society. He should never be seen, never ...

Day 33 Of Writing And Mulling Over Life

Day 33 of the daily prompts:

Myth

He gripped the rim of his jacket and peered into the cave. He tried to ignore the cheers behind him, urging him to step inside. They all knew the myths of the disappeared children and the ancient gods.

He swallowed and glanced behind him. The twisted faces his friends were making seemed as terrifying as stepping inside. He took a deep breath and let the darkness swallow him. There was nothing but his heartbeat.

A Phone Call

“Hello,” she said.

T...