Writing Prompts Day 24

Day 24 of the daily prompts:

Bone

Under all the flesh, under all the cells and blood, this skeletal structure keeps me dancing like a marionette. Bone attached to bone by sinews. I’m not a miracle. I’m flesh. I’m entropy waiting to happen. Created for the fleeting moment without the autonomy to dictate how every second of my time ticks. All I can do is nudge the bones to click one way or another, tapping against each other.

Well

Tap, tap, tap.

She looked around to see where the noise was coming from. There was the old barn, but there hadn’t been anyone there. She had come from there. Then there was the old dried-up well.

Tap, tap, tap.

She took a step forward and peered over the edge, holding her breath. There was only the darkness of the bottomless well.

She sighed in relief too early. The tapping came closer, and then there were the gleaming eyes that seemed to surge towards her.

She was knocked to the ground, her breath taken out. She gasped for air as she watched the clouds glide past her. There was an ache in her belly and a feeling that something bad had settled in.

She lifted herself up to sit and tried to heave it out, the badness. It clawed deeper into her guts. The sharp needle-like nails…

Grandmother

Her grandmother’s cottage was always warm. It smelled of spices and herbs and freshly brewed tea. There were always cinnamon biscuits and all the time in the world for her.

It was her sanctuary. It was what she had dreamed of all winter. She stayed there all her summers since she could remember–how she wished she didn’t have to go home. This was how time should feel. Slow and full of possibilities, and not like a task to be filled.

“My darling girl, how you have grown,” she would always say to her, and she loved her to bits.

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

I long for the slow days and mornings. I long for a cottage away from humanity and the task we seem to think matters. I long to be able to sit and admire how nature works. Yet, I fear I’m too restless for that. So all I can do is steal moments like that here and there and wish that it’s all there is.

I love these spring days. The sky is full of birds, everything is blooming, and I can almost feel the summer coming.

By the way, I finished my sci-fi book.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!