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Writing Prompts Day 22

Day 22 of the daily prompts:

Arrow

The bowstring was pulled back into a tight tension. She kept the arrow pointed at the enemy line, waiting for the command to release it. She relaxed her shoulder so that her hand wouldn’t start shaking.

Then the command came, and she released the arrow, watching it arch over the battlefield while she drew another one and adjusted it on the bow string. She got another command to shoot and another. The enemy line wasn’t falling back. They used their shie...

Writing Prompts Day 21

Day 21 of the daily prompts:

Tumble

I fell to my knees after my feet tangled to a root poking out of the ground. I tried to get up, but I tumbled back down. The sharp pain in my ankle made me grimace. I looked around and saw no one on the secluded path in the middle of the forest. I had left my phone at home.

All I wanted to do was cry. I would starve there to death; the wolves would come and kill me, and I would freeze myself to death. All I could see was all the things that would get ...

Writing Prompts Day 20

Day 20 of the daily prompts:

Tiara

The diamonds glistened in the sun’s rays from the opened cave rooftop. He swirled the tiara in his hands and watched the loot forgotten there by pirates. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. With it, he would be as rich as a fool, and the rest of the treasures would make him mad.

He dropped the tiara back with the other loot and closed the rotten trunk cover, listening as the rusted metal creaked shut.

Riches weren’t for him. He liked t...

Writing Prompts Day 19

Day 19 of the daily prompts:

Crumpled

The crumpled letter was tossed at the side of the wastebasket. She was in tears on her bed, crying in big sops. There was no word; there was no sentimentality that would make her stop crying. He had been killed in action and that was all they were telling her. It hadn’t been his war. It wasn’t her war either. It was their war, and now he had died because men like him die for causes not their own.

She had begged him not to go. She had said they could...

Writing Prompts Day 18

Day 18 of the daily prompts:

Callous

Jaded, callous, all that, packaged into one heart
Did you get your hopes crushed as a child?
Did someone say that the world is a very defined, strict place with no magic or heart?
Did it force you to be one way, even if all you wanted to do was tip your toes into the water and feel the stream move against your skin?
Did someone say it was foolish to lay your days on the grass and watch as the clouds glided past you?
Can you remember all those creatures in th...

Writing Prompts Day 17

Day 17 of the daily prompts:

Hour

If I could, I would escape all the hours of the day. I would be a free radical floating in time and space without constraints. I can’t. That’s the saddest part of human existence. We have these grand thoughts about dimensions and circular time, but we live out of them. We are bound by gravity and time that comes with it. All we can hope is that there’s some magic trick in death that somehow wipes away the constraints of the body, keeping the mind intact. B...

Writing Prompts Day 16

Day 16 of the daily prompts:

Knot

The tight knot in my stomach got tighter. I knew I was doing wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. I felt my jaw drop open, and a scream come out. Then my hand shoved her down the floor, and I kept screaming.

“You fucking toxic, self-centered twat. How dare you laugh at me? How dare you act that way and make me feel small and insecure? Do you think you are high and mighty? You are nothing!”

She just lay there on the floor, her face twisted in hate, terr...

Writing Prompts Day 15

Day 15 of the daily prompts:

Grain

As small as it could be, as insignificant as it was, there it happened to be and exist. All and everything was a grain: an atom, sand, an ant, a human being, a whale, a skyscraper, a spaceship. All and everything was significant and insignificant somehow, big and small.

She was born to think there was this great meaning with everything and with herself, too. She had always thought the future would be okay. It served a purpose. But then, the realization...

Writing Prompts Day 14

Day 14 of the daily prompts:

Dimple

It started as a dimple. At first, I thought it was a good thing. It made me look more approachable. But then it started getting bigger, as if my face was collapsing inside my skull. Then came the other dimple to the other cheek, and I couldn’t keep my fingers out of it. I poked it every day. I scratched it and whirled my finger inside it as I stood in a line at the cashier or at work, sitting by my desk. Every time my finger went deeper, it was like ther...

Writing Prompts Day 13

Day 13 of the daily prompts:

Salt

The salt in his tears stung the cuts on his face. He had been running in the jungle for hours. The plants and the roots tried to catch him and offer him as their sacrifice for his pursuers. He kept avoiding their reach, hacking them down with his machete. He would survive this. He was made to live.

His pursuers’ feet thundered behind him. They would never give up. He was too precious for that. He was an alien on a strange planet where deviation was the ...