Writing Prompts Day 21

Day 21 of the daily prompts:

Tumble

I fell to my knees after my feet tangled to a root poking out of the ground. I tried to get up, but I tumbled back down. The sharp pain in my ankle made me grimace. I looked around and saw no one on the secluded path in the middle of the forest. I had left my phone at home.

All I wanted to do was cry. I would starve there to death; the wolves would come and kill me, and I would freeze myself to death. All I could see was all the things that would get me killed. I sat there and bit my lip.

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I can remember when I stubbed my toe on a rock and fractured it while trail running. It was a long walk to my car, as I was halfway through the run and had over three miles left.

Treasure Map

She turned the map around, looking at it from different angles. It was still covered with garden soil, which she had dug up accidentally a few hours ago. The map looked ancient, yet the cartoonist X marked the spot. She was sure she recognized the place. It was at the edge of the town.

She changed into her hiking outfit and took a bottle of water, shovel, lights, and the map with her as she headed to her car. The place was easy to find. She left her car at the edge of the road and hiked from there to the middle of the forest.

“This is stupid,” she said, pushing the shovel into the ground. She kept digging until she hit something hard. Slowly, she took the soil off the trunk and then dragged it up. She expected to find a pirate treasure or some old time capsule, but she found a perfect metallic sphere that hummed as she touched it.

Am I Dead?

He remembered being hit by the car and flying on the road. He remembered all the people around him gawking at him and pressing him down, stopping him from getting up. Then there was the ambulance and all the poking in the hospital, and then everything went black.

Now, there were the fluorescent hospital lights over him. He stared at them for a while before pushing himself to sit up. The medical drip was attached to his right hand. The needle felt awkward under his skin. He was about to tug it off when a voice said, “I wouldn’t.”

He sharply turned his head around, and there was a snarly-looking creature at the feet of his bed.

He screamed.

The creature slid its clawed hand over its tight lips, and no voice came out of his mouth.

“We don’t want to attract the lovely nurses here, do we?”

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

I feel like today wasn’t the best of my work. Every word felt wrong, and I second-guessed them as I typed them down. I guess this is one of those days I feel highly critical. Writing these prompts is a great indicator of how the day might go. Through these, I have found out that I’m moody. I don’t like to be and always have thought I’m not. It has always been a curse word for me. Something that is forbidden. But it seems my mood impacts me more than I like to think. I grew up in a household where emotions needed to be kept in check, and those ones that were perceived negatively weren’t to be shown. So, it’s no wonder that I always want to be in control of everything, especially how I’m perceived, and I see moodiness as something negative. Now, as I’m getting older and more tuned in to my body and mind, I have realized that it is quite normal to feel all the range of emotions, which is okay. They impact us, and what matters is how you act upon them matters. Getting mad or angry is okay; you are supposed to get mad and angry sometimes to draw lines on how you are to be treated. There is a way to do that without it being distributive.

Now I think I do something to loosen myself up before writing my book.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!