Writing Prompts Day 13

Day 13 of the daily prompts:

Salt

The salt in his tears stung the cuts on his face. He had been running in the jungle for hours. The plants and the roots tried to catch him and offer him as their sacrifice for his pursuers. He kept avoiding their reach, hacking them down with his machete. He would survive this. He was made to live.

His pursuers’ feet thundered behind him. They would never give up. He was too precious for that. He was an alien on a strange planet where deviation was the devil and the cause of hatred. He would only have to run just far enough to jump down the cliffs to the deep blue waters of the canyon. They wouldn’t be able to follow. Their bodies couldn’t take the drop.

Black and White

There were clear lines, and there were only the colors white, black, and all the shades of gray. It made things easier. There was no need for the lovers’ passion, nor was there green envy or the blue madness that took over the body.

One day, he had woken up, and all the colors had been gone. It had liberated him. There was no desire anymore. Life was all about doing and reacting, and it was so much easier when there were no shades of colors. Just clear lines. He respected the clear lines. They gave no altercations. They were the truth, and no one could cross them or dispute them. There was no emptiness. There were instructions. The liberation of not having to make the decisions.

Lemuria

When he built his time machine, he had one target: to see the land of Lemuria. It had to be more than a story. It would tell why civilizations rose and fell, and he would finally understand what history was trying to hide from humanity.

The machine was almost done. He had been able to test it with small steps, going back and forth in time for ten minutes. He would have to test it further, a day, a week, and then a year.

He glanced at his log, where he noted every alteration, every misplaced object, and every news clipping to see if his travels affected the world around him. Thus far, ten minutes had been safe. He had been able to get away with it, and nobody had noticed.

Tonight, he would test a day. He was willing to lose himself in time.

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

I don’t know how and why, but when I went to the couch with my cat, the sci-fi alien book I mentioned last time started writing itself. I got the first lines and understood how what I had written before would fit into the picture. I have to remove most of what I have written. It has a wrong tone, but I’m okay with that. I’m so excited. I have only one more chapter of the current sci-fi book until I can give it to my beta readers. This feels so good.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!