Day 34 Of Writing And Mulling Over About Life

Day 34 of the daily prompts:

Beast

He pushed his head down and disappeared into the shadows as the car’s headlights rolled over the street. He stood there shivering in the cold, wet night air. The car went past him, and no one was any wiser of his existence.

He jogged down the street towards the forest at the edge of the quiet neighborhood. He had the food stolen from the trash bins on his back. There was a place for men like him, and it wasn’t a society. He should never be seen, never be loved, and never be. He was an abomination. A monster. A beast.

The muscles on his huge legs pulsed as he picked up his speed to avoid another car coming at the end of the street. He made a quick dash into the woods, letting the trees swallow him.

He was safe again.

Clichéd Poem

Past you
My life exists
Past you
The world folds
Past you
There’s stillness

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This one was hard. I don’t know how to write poems, and all the clichés I thought were poems I had heard as a child.

Red Riding Hood

She pulled her stockings up and tightened them with ribbons. She took her red cape beside the door and pulled the hood up before heading out. It was time to hunt.

She whistled loudly.

At a distance, a wolf howled back.

She made another sharp whistle before she got on her horse. The wolf replied.

Red Riding Hood drew her blade out and let the horse guide her to their rendezvous point. The wolf was already there. The huge gray beast was majestic. It sat there waiting for her, and when she and the horse were near enough, it got up to greet them.

She lowered her hand to scratch the wolf behind its ear. It released a low yelp as it pushed its head tighter against her hand.

“Yes, I know,” she said. “It’s time to hunt the monsters.”

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

Today is a good day. It seems my cat is feeling better, so I’m feeling better. He has been ill for a couple of weeks now, and I have been so worried about him. Today, he managed to eat his full breakfast and even jog at high speed on the running wheel. Something he hasn’t done for days. I hope everything will be okay. He’s already fourteen and a half years old, and I know I cannot keep him forever. I just wish that forever would exist. He means everything to me. Today is a good day, and he will get better. I’m sure of that.

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