Writing Prompts Day 14

Day 14 of the daily prompts:

Dimple

It started as a dimple. At first, I thought it was a good thing. It made me look more approachable. But then it started getting bigger, as if my face was collapsing inside my skull. Then came the other dimple to the other cheek, and I couldn’t keep my fingers out of it. I poked it every day. I scratched it and whirled my finger inside it as I stood in a line at the cashier or at work, sitting by my desk. Every time my finger went deeper, it was like there were no bones to stop it from going farther as if it could swallow my hand entirely.

Alien Planet

He had found out that all the habitable planets were the same. There always was some sort of atmosphere, there was vegetation, and water. There always was water. What differed was the mineral and chemical content of the place. He had seen so many planets by now that nothing made him raise his eyebrows or nothing made him question his existence.

Here on this planet, everything was toxic and covered in slimy substances to fight against the hostile atmosphere. He couldn’t go anywhere without his suit, or he would suffocate to death, or the acid off the plants would burn his skin to the bone. Yet there was life. There were creatures so accustomed to eating the toxic plants that they themselves had become able to melt rocks.

Fairy Tale

Drawing a plank here. Fairy Tale with all its beasts and heroines. All I can think about today are the rats and the vermin. What kind of fairy tale they would make? There are the darker tales, but they have already been written. I’m trying to think of one from my childhood. I have always loved the one where the girl was as small as the flowers, and she found a family from the fairies. I’m wasting my time trying to do this by overthinking all and everything, and my mind is running in circles, not wanting to do the task. I know there should be a moral to the story. All fairy tales have one. Mine should be that it is okay to feel emotions. That was my lesson for today. It’s okay to feel them. There’s nothing bad about feeling angry, hurt, or defensive, as there’s nothing wrong with feeling joyful, happy, elated, and excited. I’m running out of time just when I found my actors: Joy, Anger…

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

It’s so easy to think that performance stays static, but it doesn’t. Yesterday was a fantastic day, both writing, climbing, and human-wise, but today, I feel like I have taken a beating, and all I want to do is curl up and sleep the day away with my cats. I’m not sure if I can do that or not.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!