Writing Prompts Day 18

Day 18 of the daily prompts:

Callous

Jaded, callous, all that, packaged into one heart
Did you get your hopes crushed as a child?
Did someone say that the world is a very defined, strict place with no magic or heart?
Did it force you to be one way, even if all you wanted to do was tip your toes into the water and feel the stream move against your skin?
Did someone say it was foolish to lay your days on the grass and watch as the clouds glided past you?
Can you remember all those creatures in the sky?
Can you remember all your hopes?

World, why would you make a heart give up magic so early on?
There’s all the time in the world to play

Fuberhumer

He tightened the loose bolt and made the finishing touches to his Fuberhumer. The contraption shined on the table as the late afternoon sun shone through the rooftop window. There was a slight breeze from the open window as he marveled at his Fuberhumer.

It was a thing of beauty. It had no sense of meaning. It had no purpose. It was just a machine that would forever spin around for the joy of it.

He pulled the lever and watched as the machine danced on his desk. Fuberhumer, he thought, a thing of movements, the art of staying in the moment. The sun played on its metallic surface, casting rays of light all over the attic.

He got up and opened the cover of the old piano at the corner, and started playing and watching the machine as it spun on the table.

A Love Letter

He opened the letter that had arrived this morning. He was having his morning tea on the porch and eating his marmalade toast. The letter had an unknown address on it. He had been staling opening it. All mail does nowadays is bring bad news or bills.

He sliced the left side of the envelope open and took out the letter. It smelled of spring flowers and something sweet. No nasty letter could ever smell like one.

Dear Alan, it began. His heart fluttered as he read onward. He could feel his cheek get all red. Who on earth would think of him this way? The letter painted him like a chivalrous knight. He, Alan, had never dared to venture out of his hometown. How could he be the champion of this Vera?

“Vera,” he tasted her name and felt the flutters again. Was this love?

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

Back to work. Having a week off made me really want to work on improving my marketing skills so that someday, I could write full-time. I would do it even on minimum wage if it meant I could stay home and dream all day. Writing these prompts has kindled my passion for writing again. It feels so good to play and have fun with concepts and words without the need to be anything other than a play.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!