Writing Prompts Day 2

My exploration of the daily prompts goes on:

Thunder

It rolled over from the sea to the mainland. You could hear it from far approaching.

I tied my jacket over my body, clutching it tight as I watched the approaching thunder on my porch. I had waited for the rains to come and for the summer to turn into autumn days. And now, as the cold front was finally coming, I shivered and wondered why I was made for the season when the leaves dropped and the sun was less harsh.

The flashes illuminated the sky and the sea underneath it. The waves were getting bigger against the shore. I had secured the boat sternly on the pier, but still, it might get loose. I smiled at the thought of hunting after a renegade boat tomorrow. Tonight, all I could do was watch and wait for the thunder to pass.

I was made for seasons like this. Every roar made me think how powerful and complex nature was.

Pet Dragon

I had had her a long time. I tapped against the glass jar where I had caught her. She tried to bite my toe and then moved on to nibble my shoe.

She stuck her tongue out for me and flew at the top of the glass jar where I kept my hand. I could feel her wings and the small fire she was gathering to blast against my hand tingle ever so slightly in my palm.

She was so furious, so playful, and so so stubborn.

“I let you out if you stop trying to eat everything,” I whispered to her.

I felt her fire against my skin. I kept my hand in my place. It would leave a small blister.

“You know how she is alike if she knows I let you roam my room free. She will send you away. She says that dragons are dangerous and wild.” As I said that, there was another blast of fire.

“Ouch,” I said and drew my hand to lick my palm.

Instantly, she flew out and, as a protest, gave a flare of fire towards me.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I repeated.

She tilted her head and then flew to my hand as if to inspect what she had done. She then scurried up my sleeve and nestled on my shoulder.

I tilted my head and ever so slightly put my cheek over her. I heard her gentle purr.

Shadows On the Wall

The tiny shadow hopped around and around the others, and it was making crude gestures. I watched my feet and saw that it was me who was dancing around the others. I glanced at my brother, who was seriously contemplating the shadows becoming alive.

“You are such a fool,” the shadow spoke. It was no voice I had heard before. It sounded all wrong and twisted. Full of malice.

I was always kind and said not a thing, even when wronged. I felt hurt that my shadow would behave in such a way, and my brother’s and sister’s were ever so calm and patient with mine, which they never were in real life. They, by now, if not so enthralled by the shadows, would be pilling on me and pulling my hair and taking the sweets our mother gave us for themselves.

“I beg your pardon,” my sister’s shadow said. “I think you are gravely mistaken. I am nothing but a composure, and no such words can be applied.”

The Prompts are from the book: A Year of Creative Writing Prompts

It’s funny how much and how little you can do in five minutes. The book lets you write on with the second and third prompts, but as I have my book to write, I also keep them to five minutes.

I wonder if it’s judgment and expectation that make writing a project more like moving in a tar than the lack of creativity or ability to write.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!