Writing Prompts Day 15

Day 15 of the daily prompts:

Grain

As small as it could be, as insignificant as it was, there it happened to be and exist. All and everything was a grain: an atom, sand, an ant, a human being, a whale, a skyscraper, a spaceship. All and everything was significant and insignificant somehow, big and small.

She was born to think there was this great meaning with everything and with herself, too. She had always thought the future would be okay. It served a purpose. But then, the realization of adulthood, the dawning of the fact that all that once was novel, alien, and new had become familiar, small, and dull, made it clear that she, like everything else, was minuscule and a repeat in the cosmos.

Magical Turtle

It stared her back, and she stared it into its beady eyes. What a strange creature to find in a backyard pond. It didn’t belong there. The eyes seemed to accuse her before she even acted. They said that if she were to remove the turtle from the pond, bad things would happen. So she didn’t.

She sat down on the small stone pathway leading to the makeshift pond and stared at the turtle. “I won’t,” she said as a reassurance.

The turtle didn’t reply back. She was glad that it wasn’t that sort of turtle who would speak, even how oddly it had come to be inside her father’s pond.

Turtles were reptiles, and they had no special powers to fill the universe to be. Yet, she was sure this one did. It seemed to speak so much, just with the way it looked at her.

“You need food, I guess?” she said.

The turtle cocked its head, and there was food in her hands—the lettuce sort.

Roommate

She had been drawing all day. It was for her friend’s comic book idea. He wanted a heroine. Someone strong who could hold enemies at bay and be beautiful about it. She had drawn a woman with large enough breasts and a heart-shaped face with luscious hair, lips, and eyelashes. A dream woman who seemed to plaque every man she knew. An insufferable creature that made her feel lousy about herself.

She must have fallen asleep while drawing because when she woke up, the image of the woman was inked to her face, the kitchen tap was running, and someone was singing next door.

She got up and headed into the kitchen. There she was. She was the perfect woman ever to exist, just as she had drawn her. She was singing…

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

I wonder how the days go. There are magical days when everything feels possible and is, then there are the days when you are too tired to function, and then there are todays when life feels slow and common. Nothing has changed that much, just the energy levels and the moods, without a clear indication of why it should be so. Again, it’s all about perception and narrative. Today has the potential to be anything I want it to be, yet I keep saying no to things in my mind, drawing boundaries where there doesn’t need to be one. I’m indecisive and too fixated on what can’t be that I’m willing to let a precious day walk past me.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!