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Day 32 Of Writing Prompts And Mulling Over Life

Day 32 of the daily prompts:

Caravan

He heard the rumbling. It sounded like a battalion driving through his quiet village. He got up to his feet from the floor where he had been playing with his toy soldiers and ran outside. There they were—the circus. He watched as a caravan after a caravan drove past his house, making the cobblestones rattle and moan.

He waved at the circus folk driving them, smiling a huge smile. Tonight, he would sneak to their camp and uncover all the wonders of th...

Day 31 Writing and Mulling Over My Life

Day 31 of the daily prompts:

Asunder

She watched at the destroyed city, its asunder roads and houses. This was what humanity had amounted to when everything had gotten heated. Nobody remembered anymore why the war had started. Any reason felt silly now when almost ninety-nine percent of humanity got wiped out. She had found old articles here and there, but none of them made any sense. Yet, in her heart, she knew that greed, jealousy, and ego could destroy lives. That was why she was on the...

Day 30 Of Writing Prompts And Mulling About Writing

Day 30 of the daily prompts:

Legion

The legion of ten thousand step zealots marched down the street past her. Her phone peeped to let her know it was time for her to check in with her shrink to let the woman know that she was doing okay, that there was no need to put her on the psych ward.

She held up the phone to show her face and made the biggest smile she knew how to make.

The woman looked like she had been sucking sour candy before the call.

“Is everything fine, Miss Daisy?” t...

Day 29 Writing Prompts And Mulling Over Writing

Day 29 of the daily prompts:

Moon rise

The silence between the phases of the sun and moon in the enchanted forest was tangible. Neither side knew who should be up. The fairies were already hiding under the leaves, and the goblins didn’t dare come out from their caves yet.

The forest was for those who dared to live in both worlds. No one knew who they were and saw them move around in the diminishing light. Yet, there were legends about their skin that didn’t burn from the sun and the bra...

Writing Prompts Day 28

Day 28 of the daily prompts:

Full

The full stomach made a growling noise as I got up from the table. I felt my face get red, and feared that everyone was looking at me. I quickly glanced around, and thank God, there were no eyes on me.

I took a quick exit out of the kitchen, breathing heavily in the hallway. Why did the human body have to make noises? I could feel the heat spreading on my face again. Maybe it was just me, who had a loud stomach, whose chewing echoed in the room, and who...

Writing Prompts Day 27

Day 27 of the daily prompts:

Flesh

The flesh was attached to her teeth. She ripped off a tree branch and picked out the remnants of the adventure she had eaten. She hoped they would shower before they hit the caves and found her. Or at least, would rub some garlic on.

She had to get out of the cave systems. The repetitiveness of the adventures, guarding the treasure, and the dampness were starting to get to her after a century being locked down here. It was just the damn treasure. Every...

Writing Prompts Day 26

Day 26 of the daily prompts:

Bite

The bite should never have happened. But it had been a full moon and everything, and she had felt her jaw glench open and then snap shut. It had felt so good to bite into the flesh and hold on tight.

Now there was the aftermath, and it wasn’t only the blood and the flesh in her mouth that caused her regret. It was the full-grown human body that lay on her naked feet. She would have to get rid of it, and fast. The sun was already sneaking up, and the fir...

Writing Prompts Day 25

Day 25 of the daily prompts:

Bullet

He lodged the bullet into the barrel and took aim. This was when he was supposed to play God for the men far superior than him. He was to be their messenger of death, their justice, their thief, their executioner. And when the war ended, he was to disappear. He who had learned to kill and murder on a command. He who knew what the line between life and death looked like in that instance when the bullet hit. There would be blood, and it would be on his sou...

Writing Prompts Day 24

Day 24 of the daily prompts:

Bone

Under all the flesh, under all the cells and blood, this skeletal structure keeps me dancing like a marionette. Bone attached to bone by sinews. I’m not a miracle. I’m flesh. I’m entropy waiting to happen. Created for the fleeting moment without the autonomy to dictate how every second of my time ticks. All I can do is nudge the bones to click one way or another, tapping against each other.

Well

Tap, tap, tap.

She looked around to see where the no...

Writing Prompts Day 23

Day 23 of the daily prompts:

Spill

The metallic tone shone in the thick liquid spilled all over the ground. The colors of all the rainbows in the oil were beautifully horrific. The black gold, as they say, seeped into the ground. All I could do was stare, transfixed by the accident that poisoned the land under my feet.

Around me, people ran to get shovels to stop the flow to the water canal and there to the river and the sea. Why was life such a beautiful disaster? Why did it never come...