Writing Prompts Day 4

Day 4 of the daily prompts:

Earl

He was an Earl of nothing, but he was respected, nevertheless. Everyone tipped their hats every time he took his stroll through the city. He always buffed his chest up and gave his thanks.

His bags rattled as he moved from a trash can to a trash can in search of little forgotten tokens. The city was full of treasures. His treasures to be exact. He had a collection of the finds in his home—a home with a riverside view. It was the prime real estate the city had to offer. He had been able to snatch it just like that.

WANTED

The hens had been working tirelessly for a couple of weeks. He, as a night lark, was on the case as well. There was a burglary streak going on in the city. Paintings had gone missing, diamonds were lost, and cat collars had been liberated. It was a run against time before something bad happened, and he wasn’t going to let that happen on his watch. The hens had a solid lead that the burglar would hit the museum tonight. He had been staking the place all day from the next roof over. He had a recording of all who worked there, and he took a picture of everyone who went in and out.

The flash bulb burned bright as he took a picture of the tabby going in.

Wild Things

It came like lightning from the sky, and there he was, turned into a beast. He looked at his hairy arms and the huge yellow eyes from his bedroom mirror. He looked like those wild things from that book he read as a child.

He made his arms wave and stomped his feet, and the floor shook underneath him. The wood moaned from the weight as he took steps around and around the standing mirror. He let out a roar, and it was a mighty one.

He knew he should be scared. He knew he should be disgusted by his new shape, but he had never felt more liberated. He stuck his tongue out, and a huge red flap rolled out between his sharp shark teeth against his chin. He kept looking at the tongue and the saliva dropping on the floor.

He rolled the tongue back in and let that roar again. Nothing would stop him now. He was a wild thing and not a mortal man.

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

I had so little time this morning, and I had to choose between writing the prompts and editing my book. I bet you can guess what I decided. I especially like to write the wild things because I feel like becoming one now as I need to hurry to work. I rather go to the woods and grow a thick fur and roll my wet tongue in the air and let out a roar.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!