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Day 122 Writing Short Stories

August

At night, the still warm August breeze sweeps over the valley under the cloudless sky. The shooting stars light up the sky behind the mountain. There is nothing but the quietness of the valley and the rustling leaves. This was where her ancestors had buried their hearts. This was where her fight to free her land from the invaders started. She could see their rising tents and their bulldozers robbing away the once beautiful nature. If she let them, they would use this land, and for cent...

Day 121 Writing Short Stories

Bumble

The blade of grass spread like a vast ocean. The flowers rose high above, soaring to the cloudless sky. Among all that, the little jumping spider made its way to the spot where it had caught a cricket. It jumped through the grass, avoiding to bumble into the spinner spiders and their webs. That would be bad.

Grandmother’s Flower Garden

The Gran’s garden was always in bloom. The leaves were already dropping from the trees, shadowing the back garden, but, like magic, the flower bed...

Day 120 Ruminating And Writing

Bitter

The green leaves tasted bitter. They were meant to give her body oxidative stress. They were meant to make her live longer. All she wanted was to spit them out and tell everyone to fuck off. This constant hunger for immortality and eternal youth was pissing her off.

Tiger In A Tutu

The beat of the jungle changed. The colors twisted over a backdrop of the forest, and the lines between matter morphed into one. The tiger in a tutu continued its slow dance in the middle of the jungle...

Day 119 Ruminating And Writing

Moot

The discord of opinions
Moot conversations
No truth
Just perception
How is one supposed to know?

The Scent Of Roses In The Air

Here, the olden kings and queens reign over their countries. Here, they ran around the gardens, the scent of roses in the air. Here, the halls flowed with blood when their reign fell. She had seen history played out before her so many times that it all began to blend together. At first, the time machine had been a blessing. She was able to witness history unfol...

Day 118 Ruminating And Writing

Mars

She switched the hop-plate coordinates to Mars. It was her only hope to flee the Empire. She should never have stolen the tech, but it had felt wrong to give it to them like that, knowing what they would use it for. She knew that she would have to run to the end of the universe to hide from them. For now, the red planet would have to do. She would have to change her appearance, the way she walked, and the tone of her voice. She could no longer be Rey Medina, the scientist. Now on, she wa...

Day 117 Ruminating And Writing

Solemn

The music played a solemn tone. She moved along with the beat with heavy hands, her hips fluidly swinging from side to side. He watched her move, her cherry lips in a bout shining like a beacon. The room spun around her, and there was nothing else but her to him.

Her slow movements seemed to suck strength out of him. But he didn’t want to change it. He wanted to give himself to her. His life was hers to take.

Fate

It was fated, his father had said so to him. It was his duty to...

Day 116 Ruminating And Writing

Storm

She stood in the middle of the storm. The wind whipped her jacket, and the rain drummed against her hat. She stared down at the lighting, waiting. She had a meeting with Destiny, and Destiny was a dramatic bitch.

Soon, the thunder hit the ground just in front of her, blinding her. She kept her focus on the point, seeing nothing but whiteness. But when the shadows returned, she saw the god stand where the lightning had hit. The rain and wind didn’t touch her.

“You rang,” Destiny sa...

Day 115 Ruminating And Writing

Sand

It’s that weird wind at the end of the summer that is still hot with a hint of salt, moisture, and the coldness to come. I live for those winds. I watch as it sweeps over the long, strong hay and lifts the sand in the air, making little swirls. If I close my eyes, I can hear all the laughter and the sounds of people who once stood there on the shoreline, basking in the sun. But now there’s only the wind and the sea and the distant call of the seagulls.

This is my island. I was born he...

Day 114 Ruminating And Writing

Beach

The days were getting colder, and the sea air was harsh. She longed for the days when people left her beaches alone, allowing her to roam freely in solitude, searching for fossils. She took her boots off and felt the wet, cold sand engulf her feet. She hated the long summer days. They were full of screams, the smell of sunscreen, and the constant motion of agitated people hungering for all in their reach. Summers were for staying in the woods away from all the commotion. There, the scat...

Day 113 Ruminating And Writing

Dove

The dove rose high upon the burning kingdom, released from the remaining tower. He lifted his hand, and his men stopped their attack. It was the sign he had been waiting for days now. The old bastard had been too stubborn to surrender. He would rather have sacrificed all his subjects than have let himself hang. The old kook had changed his mind in the end, or he was already dead. That happened to kings who got too greedy.

He waited for the sign of surrender until he marched his men in...