Day 30 Of Writing Prompts And Mulling About Writing

Day 30 of the daily prompts:

Legion

The legion of ten thousand step zealots marched down the street past her. Her phone peeped to let her know it was time for her to check in with her shrink to let the woman know that she was doing okay, that there was no need to put her on the psych ward.

She held up the phone to show her face and made the biggest smile she knew how to make.

The woman looked like she had been sucking sour candy before the call.

“Is everything fine, Miss Daisy?” the shrink asked.

“Yes, I’m getting my steps outside.” She spun the phone around.

“Yes, yes,” the shrink said.

Daisy let the woman ask her usual questions. She lied to them to the teeth, knowing well what would happen if she let out even one doubt about the government, the system, or her purpose in life. She was to act and behave. She kept grinning as she spoke, as a frown was the surest way to get her back to the ward where they re-educated the dissidents. She was never going back.

Handbag

There was only one block before he was home. He had been working the whole day at the office, and it felt good to walk home. He watched as the passersby went about their business—some jogging, others mulling around.

Then it happened. The one thing that would forever change the course of his life. You could call it destiny or chance if you didn’t believe in those things.

A boy ran past him clutching on a handbag, and then there came the high-pitched yelling of a woman to catch the thief. He did what every good person should and ran after the boy. He clutched onto the handbag and yanked it, spinning the boy around.

Then he let go and watched as his son ran away.

A Good Neighbor Bear

It was a fine morning to move into the new apartment building. She carried all her honey and furniture on her back as she roamed the streets to her new home. She let herself settle in before ringing the neighbors’ bells. One by one, she greeted them, gave them her homemade honey, and welcomed them to pop by anytime they liked.

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

Today is one of those days when my mind is distracted, and I can’t seem to write anything sensible. I’m happy that I tried my best and did the prompts anyway.

I wish that all mornings would be the same, and I would always be in a good mood and focused on writing. It’s weird to wish when I know that if things were always the same, the repetition would be my downfall. It’s just that these odd days that I can’t get anything done feel like a waste of a good day, even when they clearly aren’t. But god damned I still wish I could be functional all the time.

Thank you so much for reading! Have a magical day!