Writing Prompts Day 9

Day 9 of the daily prompts:

Grasp

The last move before the fall, I could feel it in my whole body as I tensed up to push my legs up to grasp the ledge. My right hand slipped off the small crimp I was holding tight, and I flew down to the rock underneath me, rolling down it to the hole I had climbed up.

I felt my heart race. The slip had graded the skin of my fingers. They felt raw and numb from pain. It tried to collect my nerves to do it again. I got almost to the ledge, and again, my attempt to grasp the edge made my right-hand grip come off, and I stumbled down. The skin burned from the slips, and my back started to ache from hitting the rock repeatedly.

Lunch

I had cleaned the house all morning. I could smell the stirred onions and the baked potatoes. The smell made my stomach growl. I still had to vacuum the sofa and the desk before I could eat. The idea of sitting down after working all morning felt good; it felt like lunch had been earned somehow, like I had worked for it. Could I live like this? Could I take pleasure in the simple things, or would I get bored?

I returned the vacuum cleaner to its closet and headed into the kitchen. He had already set a plate for me. I smiled and tied my hands around him, hugging him.

Deity

Gods are created, they come from the hearts of men. So it had come also. It would roam the woods, to be there when people get lost, and their heart rate got so loud that they couldn’t hear their own thoughts. It was there, in the shadows. Not to guide them back home. No, it was its duty to take them deeper into the woods, to make them lost, to make them curl over a moss bed and freeze to death.

It had never asked for such a duty, but it was its duty, nevertheless. It shook its antler head as it watched a small girl take a wrong step from the trail. She swirled around, getting lost in every spin she took.

It watched her tears swell up. It only had to shift its hooves and break the tree branches to spook her deeper into the forest. Instead, it took a step out of the shadows. The girl screamed as she saw it, but the terror kept her in place. It knelt to her, letting her take a glimpse of its majestic form. It drew the girl into its embrace and walked to the path she had stepped out of.

It listened to the cries as her parents rushed to the girl. What kind of people would create it to do the opposite?

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

I finally understood what I needed to do with my sci-fi book. I can now move on and maybe finish it. I’m so happy.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!