Writing Prompts Day 8

Day 8 of the daily prompts:

Sear

The scorching Earth—that was what they called it nowadays. The sun’s rays seared the planet, leaving everything in a wasteland. No human or animal has lived on the Earth since the atmosphere was destroyed.

She had always wondered what kind of people her ancestors had been to do such a thing to their planet. Stupid, clueless, and selfish, was the standard answer.

She had always wanted to know what it had been like to live on a planet. What the soil felt and tasted like. Did it taste like the ones in the hatcheries? She would never get to sense it. Feel a breeze other than one from an air conditioner. It would be decades until Mars was terraformed enough to make it habitable. She would never get to see it, nor would her children if she was ever allowed to have one.

Easter Bunny

The dawn of the candy industry made the Easter Bunny real. It was the heated sugar fever that made the children dream it into being in those early spring days when the air was warm enough, and everything was blooming.

Its birth had been a miracle, the other gods said. Humans had lost their belief in anything magical. They hated it for its birth. They made jokes about its fluffy ears and the chocolate statues made to represent it. Easter Bunny hated them all. They all could suck its balls and fuck off.

It took a puff of its cigarette and turned to its side to watch the dawn of Easter. Today, everything would be renewed. Today, it would be alive more than in any other day of the year. Today, humans would eat its statues and laugh.

My Forest

If you are really still, if you close your eyes, you can always get there. It’s the little dip in the forest ground where you will stand. Around you, the tall evergreens rise beyond the sky. The birches bend to tip their hats to you. And the air is soft and wet. You need just to breathe in to smell the ground after the rain and get your lungs full of fresh air.

It’s a place where there’s no time. There’s only the chirping of the birds and the tracks of the foxes and the badgers. And just by squinting your eyes, you will see the spiders.

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

I had a slower morning today and still had extra time just to sit around. It made writing easier, like it was not a task to be completed but a choice I made. There’s a thought: maybe mornings should always feel like this.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!