Writing Prompts

I bought a book called A Year of Creative Writing Prompts to spark my joy of writing again. I have been working on my sci-fi book for a year already and I feel like strictly writing and editing it has taken some of the fun out of writing. So I bought this book. I try to keep up with it and write the prompts everyday, giving each one five minutes and letting the flow of writing move me without judgement and need to change anything. It goes as it goes.

Here is day one:

Peaches

The morning sun lighted the perfect round, juicy peaches on the table. She had been watching them all morning, wanting to take a bite. But she wasn’t allowed. They were for the quests that were to come. The quests who didn’t know they would end up here hungry and thirsty, lost in the woods only to find the clearance where the little cottage was with its peach trees and the table full of the forbidden fruit.

She kept watching for the tree line, hoping they would come and she didn’t have to wait.

Grandma said they would come today — she felt it in her bones.

The sun was diminishing, and she hadn’t seen anyone.

The peaches on the table would wrinkle from the cold, and tomorrow, she would have to throw them away as she had done for the ones that had been there this morning.

Her heart sank.

They had to come.

The Mouse

He sniffed the air, it felt warm and full of notes that he hadn’t tasted or smelled before. He was in a dark dungeon, having bitten through hay and clay. He could still feel it in his mouth.

He lifted to his hinge legs and moved his nose up and down, catching all the sensations in his whiskers and in the nodules of the nose. It smelled like food, and he was hungry.

The world was turning cold outside, and the winter was coming. He had seen it before. In the before years. He had gone into the house for the warmth. Now he wasn’t sure where he was.

He could always go back where he came from, but that would defeat this venture, and he had done it to survive.

The space he was in was small. He measured it, scurrying along its edges. There was something smooth and cold in the middle that rattled when he got onto them. He sat there contemplating the rattling plates when the great light came, making the whole room full of warm scent.

If only he could get one nibble and be on his way.

Friendly Alien

The flash lighted the whole backyard
It was no shooting star
It was no bomb
It was a small alien
Waving its hand

It sat there cross-legged, watching as the world swirled around it
It spoke nothing
It heard everything

When a year had gone
And no army could move it
No person could buy it
And people had lost their interest
It got up
It stretched its arms in the air and spoke in perfect English

But there was no one to hear
No one to see
The world had moved past it
Impatient

At first seeing the prompts, I thought the alien one would be the easiest and what I would enjoy the most, it was freaking hard and I didn’t get out what I wanted from it. As there’s no editing, and no need to take anything seriously, I leave it as it is, and be content.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!