Writing Prompts

Day 3 of the daily prompts:

Circlet

It was lodged between the roots. There it had laid for centuries, untouched, unseen. It waited for someone to come and touch it and wear it so it could tie its silver spikes into their flesh and fuel their greed.

It was never meant for peace and harmony. It was meant to show the side of you that you wanted hidden. The circlet had never understood why humans didn’t worship their greed, jealousy, and pettiness. There, it always was hungry to be released, yet stifled too often. One touch would release it from the embrace of the ground.

Mishaps

She had been messing around the old shop all day when she found the small booklet. She opened it and read the first lines of the page she randomly chose. Instantly, the room started to expand and expand; the ceiling stretched far and wide, and the booklet dropped on the floor like an ocean.

She stared at the first letter that was greater than she was and then at the floorboard that had turned into a highway. She screamed, and it came like a squeal, barely registering the room. She hopped on the booklet and searched for the words she had spoken aloud, but the words had shifted and shaped, and there were letters that had melted away into funny shapes.

There would be no rescue. Her uncle would be away for the weekend, and no one knew she had sneaked into his shop.

She slid off the booklet and scurried to the back door she had left ajar. The alleyway to shop was an entire galaxy of its own, yet she took a step outside to the vastness of the unknown.

My New Wings

The first time I felt them poke out of my scapulae was agony. They tore through my skin and my shirt, and I screamed like a thousand screams combined into one.

Now, now, I have gotten used to the stares, the screams of the others, and the spits on my face. I try to hide them, but my wings have a mind of their own. They took upon flying too often without my consent and took me to places where I had no business other than theirs. They want something from me, but I have yet to know what.

Wherever they take me, there’s always sorrow and so much hate. Whoever gave me these wings should have given me clarity and power to alter the faith of others; now, I bear witness to the misery. I’m helpless.

I have tried to cut them out, but no knife or blade cuts them.

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

I had to push myself to write the prompts today. I didn’t feel like writing at all, and all the prompts felt difficult. I’m happy that I pushed myself past the tiredness. I hadn’t expected to feel this way on day three.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!