Writing Prompts Day 25

Day 25 of the daily prompts:

Bullet

He lodged the bullet into the barrel and took aim. This was when he was supposed to play God for the men far superior than him. He was to be their messenger of death, their justice, their thief, their executioner. And when the war ended, he was to disappear. He who had learned to kill and murder on a command. He who knew what the line between life and death looked like in that instance when the bullet hit. There would be blood, and it would be on his soul and not theirs. He had accepted that. He had signed for it.

A Couple

“My mind draws a blank. I can’t find a coherent sentence to say to you to defend how I feel.”

“I don’t care what you feel. What you did was hurtful and downright rude.”

“Rude? All I did was ask for some understanding and forgiveness for my moods. I’m under extreme stress.”

“You call that stressful. Try living with you.”

There was a sigh and a silence that stretched into hours.

“Can’t we find a way around this?”

“There’s no way around this if you don’t admit your fault.”

“Yes, I’m the cause of everything. I’m faulty. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t mean it.”

“No, how the fuck can anyone do when you are being so unreasonable?”

“I knew it!”

“I’m losing my mind with you!”

Fox

Her red tail disappeared. Her feet grew long and big. Her paws became fingers. She watched her transformation curiously. She let out a bark, and it came out as gibberish the humans spoke whenever they saw her dodging behind their food storages.

She took a step forward to test her balance. Standing on two feet felt strange, but humans had mastered it. So she would do. She was a far superior creature. She was a fox, after all. The movements were clunky. How could humans be like this? Where was the grace, the majesty?

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

I’m too tired to function. Yesterday, everything that could go wrong went wrong, and it caused my stomach to go haywire. I only slept four hours last night, and now I need to be my best and collect myself somehow to be a therapist. It’s not an ideal situation at all. But I have to manage.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!