Writing Prompts Day 12

Day 12 of the daily prompts:

Amber

He watched the amber-colored alien landscape. The deep canyons spread over the valley with their emerald-colored water. It was beautiful. He had dreamed all his life about stepping to another planet, and here he was in an environment so toxic that if he took his helmet off, it would kill him instantly. The remote reconnaissance team hadn’t found any intelligent life…

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I lost a word while trying to write the text, and finding it took a huge chunk of time. I sometimes hear how the word sounds in my head, and trying to find it is sometimes laborious. My dyslexia makes it so much more complicated. I so wanted to finish the story. I saw the whole alien planet unfold in front of me. I sometimes wish I had the ability to stay in the fantasy longer, but I am distracted too easily nowadays.

Cat and a Goose

“Catch them,” sounded behind the cat speeding up after the goose on the walkway.

The goose had a pie securely tugged between her beaks, and she was running and flapping as fast as she could.

The human was gaining on them.

“Go,” the cat hissed and turned around to meet the man chasing after them.

The cat rounded her back into a huge arch and hissed her best warning hiss. The man barely registered her attempt to stop him going after the goose. The cat latched on the man’s ankle, sinking her claws in.

The man wailed in agony and turned around to kick the cat. She made a sharp move to her right and ran to another alleyway, hoping the man would follow her. When she had dashed as far and fast as she could, and there was no sign of the man, she took the next alley to her and the goose rendezvous point.

Linnunrata

Her father had told her that the lights on the sky when the air is as cold as it can be and the stars shine bright come from the fox’s tail hitting the snowy ground. She watched as the green and purple lights danced in the sky and wondered about the fox running through the forest to lift them up so high. Behind the northern lights, the Milky Way was visible to the pair of naked eyes. Only a night like this could make it shine so bright. It was where all the dead went. They flew there on the backs of the migratory birds just before the winter came. That was where her father was now. She looked at the bright stars and wondered who he was and if he saw her looking at him here down below.

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Here in Finland, the Milky Way is called linnunrata, which loosely translates to “the path of the birds.” We used to think that migratory birds took our dead there. I love the story. I love the fox story, too. I remember my father telling it to me when I was a kid. He also told me about the fox’s trail and how it always loops back to the beginning.

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

I’m getting so much more writing done now. Yesterday, I wrote a perfect paragraph for my sci-fi book, and I was so happy. I felt like I had given all I had, and it felt so good to finish a day like that. Whenever I write, it makes me happy. Yet for the dawn of me, I can’t figure out why starting writing is so hard, why it sometimes feels like this immovable object I need to avoid. Humans, go figure.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!