Writing Prompts Day 23

Day 23 of the daily prompts:

Spill

The metallic tone shone in the thick liquid spilled all over the ground. The colors of all the rainbows in the oil were beautifully horrific. The black gold, as they say, seeped into the ground. All I could do was stare, transfixed by the accident that poisoned the land under my feet.

Around me, people ran to get shovels to stop the flow to the water canal and there to the river and the sea. Why was life such a beautiful disaster? Why did it never come out as it was supposed to? Here, death and life exist simultaneously.

Artist And The Buyer

“I can offer you twenty bucks,” the woman said.
“Ma’am, with all due respect, this portrait is three hundred, and I won’t go any lower,” the artist said.
“But you have to see it as an investment. I have ten thousand followers who all like what I buy, and if I link your bio in the text, you will get more than that three hundred. In all logic, you could give it for me free, and you still would make a winning.”
“Ma’am, I don’t have any doubt you influence the masses, but I’m quite happy with just that three hundred dollars. I don’t need your followers to love me. What is expected here is an honest transaction between buyer and seller without the what ifs.”
“Forty dollars?”
“Are you hearing me, ma’am?”
“I can’t go any further than sixty dollars.”
“Ma’am?”

Bystander

I have always wondered why there has to be human interaction at all. It seems like they lead to miscommunication, hurt, hate, fear, and anger. All the laughter happening in the bar is like an off-tune—a tune that is waiting to end up in tears, hate, and the parting of ways. Yet others care for it. They love the chatter, the laughter, the connection. I’m forced to dance around their interactions, plays, and smiles. What does all of it mean?

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

I had an awful morning. I use Scrivener to write, and suddenly, I noticed that it is reverting back to the state it was a week ago. I have lost all the progress I have made in my book since then and since this morning. I usually back up my Scrivener files after every session, but the damnest thing was that the backed-up version had also lost the data. It seems like there is a cloud issue over the local copy or something else bad going on. So, I have been working all morning to get back to the point I was at and save the file as a Word document. I contacted Scrivener, and I hope they have a good answer.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!