Day 32 Of Writing Prompts And Mulling Over Life

Day 32 of the daily prompts:

Caravan

He heard the rumbling. It sounded like a battalion driving through his quiet village. He got up to his feet from the floor where he had been playing with his toy soldiers and ran outside. There they were—the circus. He watched as a caravan after a caravan drove past his house, making the cobblestones rattle and moan.

He waved at the circus folk driving them, smiling a huge smile. Tonight, he would sneak to their camp and uncover all the wonders of the world.

Judging Phone

Her phone peeped loudly. She took it off her desk and read the message she had received. She frowned deeply and wondered who would send such a hateful text message. It called her lazy, dull, and uncreative.

She began typing back, and then she heard it. It came like a static noise at first, but then it got clearer and louder. The phone was speaking to her and calling her names as she typed her response.

“For the fuck sake,” she screamed and dropped the phone on her lap.

“Hey, watch it there. I’m trying to help you, your numskull. Can’t you see that you are not doing all you can? You are constantly fiddling with me and texting your friends and whatnot, but you are not working on your art.”

Delivery

There it was on his doorstep one morning. The package was addressed to Mrs. MacFable at the homestead farm. He would have to drive through the whole mountain road down and up, zigzagging through the rugged landscape. He kicked the box, and it rattled and hissed at him. He withdrew his foot and peered at the label. It didn’t say where the box came from or what was inside.

He slowly bent over the box and rocked it with his hand. This time, there was a loud barking noise.

Who on Earth would send a dog in a box? He tore into the package, opening it in one swift motion. He stared at the empty box. There was nothing inside.

Then he heard it, the crash in his house, and a loud mixture of hissing and barking.

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

It’s a good morning. A fine morning indeed. Today is full of possibilities. I can sleep and relax as I want. I again think we are our worst enemy too often. We hinder what we can do, set up rules on how we should do things and when, and think we can’t do things, and we waste our time with things we don’t like or love. We are so used to our lives and the hurtful things in them that we don’t know how to break free. For me, freedom is in the imagination. All is fine if I can think of a thousand lives before breakfast.

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