Day 36 Mulling Over Life And Writing Prompts

Day 36 of the daily prompts:

Treacherous

My nature, you ask? I have always been honest with you, promising you nothing more than I am. I am a vampire, and it’s my nature to play with the line between the living and the dead. It’s where humanity meets its gods. It’s where I escaped the treacherous nature of existence. I’m free of the shackles you have put on yourself.

Now, my sweet darling, give me your neck, and I will provide you with the release you seek. In there, there are no chores. In there, there’s darkness. There’s light. There’s fear and exhilaration. Forever playing in a loop.

Flowers

He felt his stomach lurch as she saw her opening her bakery. She was the most loveliest person he had met. He could hear her laughter and see how she swept the curl of her hair behind her ear as she gave him one of the cakes she baked.

He made the last additions to the bouquet. Little white flowers represent her delicacy. The green for her common sense. Purple for her heart and the smile on her face. He collected the flowers together with a ribbon. Then he sank behind his flower shop counter. One day, he was brave enough to take them for her. But today wasn’t the day. He put the bouquet on display in the window and opened the door to his shop.

Speaking Pot

It had started this morning, ever so suddenly. At first, he had thought he was going insane. That he was losing it and there was no return. It had started with the shower head. It had suggested to run the temperature slightly milder to invigorate him for the coming day. Then the front door had asked nicely if he could close it ever so carefully, as the neighbor’s kid was still sleeping. The front door rug had moaned as he had wiped his wet feet on it before heading into work. The elevator sang a tune about its work. All around him, all that should be inanimate came to life. Some ignored him and hummed their tunes, others complained, and the remaining wanted to chat quietly with him. His work desk asked for modifications. The coffee pot stated the exact temperature at which it would work its magic.

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

Today is one of those better mornings. I can keep my food down, and I feel like maybe things will get better from here. My sick cat feels a lot better, too. He is behaving as he normally would without the pain meds, so maybe whatever it was is okay. I think he was reacting to my high levels of stress, too. Now that we have been able to cuddle normally and he has been able to sleep with me the entire night, he feels more relaxed.

I’m also hopeful that I can write today as I did yesterday. I was happy with what I got done, so happy that writing feels easier than it has for a while.

Like I wrote before, I have come to accept that I’m a moody creature and not a robot, which I set myself to be in my youth to manage the unstable environment I grew up in. But I guess those moods are good for writing, too. There are days when what I write feels so powerful and raw that I think it has the same effect on the reader. Isn’t that the whole point of fiction?

Also, I’m almost finished with Max Gladstone’s Dead Country. Holy Space Cows, it’s a great book. I wish I had read it when writing Penny For Your Soul, but it wasn’t out there then, so all I can do is enjoy it after the fact and let it influence my writing now. Dead Country will be one of my favorite books this year.

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