Writing Prompts Day 11

Day 11 of the daily prompts:

Fair

It was the fucking fair time of the year again. He listened to the crowd gathering outside his house and wanted to get his paint gun, which he had bought on a whim when he had thought back to the annual circus that made his life miserable. People were shit. They trampled his flowers, and worst yet were those who thought they could pick them up and pose with them in their vainglorious selfies. He hated people. They were the vermin of the universe. Yet, here he was, stuck among them, knowing their curse words, their habits, and their addiction to their phones.

Holy fucking, fuck, he hoped another spaceship would pass by this forsaken neck of the universe with the retard inhabitants. The only good things on the planet were the cats, the trees, and the spicy food. Okay, he kind of liked the owls and the octopuses, too.

Celebrity in a story

This one is a tough one. I have always found it hard to relate to a celebrity and write them into a story. The characters I create come out of nothing and from the mismatch of ideas in my head, hearing their tone or seeing the features of their face. Some like to base their characters on people they know or fantasize about, but I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to make a character like a real person would be. Others have a talent for that. I tried this exercise, but all I got was blank and blank. I need to learn this thing. It could be good for me to be able to model people.

The Dune

I had been hiking through the pine forest all morning with the dry moss ground and the boulders peeking around me. People were passing me by. Some have crash pads on their backs, and others just want to enjoy the scenic route. Then the pine forest broke away, and there it was, the dune full of rocks. How could there be a sand oasis in the middle of the woods? I pushed my shoe against the white-colored sand and watched it disappear under the surface that was undulated by the wind.
This was paradise. I laid my crash pad on the ground and sat on it to take a well-deserved rest…

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

I am so happy to make progress with my book; I have made so much progress that I have let myself fantasize about what I would write next. I have wanted to write a book about aliens and UFOs for a long time, but it goes all wrong whenever I start the story. There is this undefined feeling inside me that I need to get out, but I don’t know what it is. I know it’s magical, it’s soft, and it has this sense of watching the stars and wondering how big the universe is. But then there is the fifth book to my Glorious Mishap series that I have already started, and I finally figured out how to fix it while writing my sci-fi book. I wish I had all the time in the world to write, read, boulder, and be with my husband and my cats so that I could quit my day job as an occupational therapist. It’s a fulfilling job, and I love working with kids with special needs, but I love writing more and my slow, quiet mornings without the pressure of being somewhere on the dot.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!