Day 41 Mulling Over Life And Writing

Day 41 of the daily prompts:

Facade

For years, I showed my best side to everyone. I made myself nice, small, and beige, yet it never amounted to the good and safety I thought it would. All it did was give me this nesting feeling that my facade was slowly suffocating me. But from early on, my way of being, my personality was somehow wrong.

It’s funny how things will solve themselves. It’s never the way you think they will. I never thought I would sit at the back of a cop car, watching my entire life burn to dust and enjoying it. Now they would never control me again.

Mermaid And Cat

The cat licked its paw and brushed it against its ear. The mermaid in front of it sat on the rim of the castle pond. She looked miserable. One day, the cat would liberate her, but it hadn’t yet figured out how it could do that.

“One day,” she whispered, as if reading its mind.

She scratched the back of its ear, making the cat feel all soft. One day, it would find a way to become a lion, so she could ride on its back. It would take her to the sea, far away from the king, who collected creatures like they were things.

Little Sister

She crossed her arms and widened her stance. She growled at the bullies who had been pushing her sister around in the playground.

“Don’t think I won’t make you pay,” the big sister said.

All it got was a mean laugh from the boys who had pushed her kid sister down.

“We like to see you try,” one of the boys said.

She gave them a huge smile and opened her mouth, letting out the wildest scream that there ever was, and then she stormed at them, hitting her head into the biggest boy’s stomach. The boy got knocked down. She ignored his wails and drew up her fists. She punched the next boy in the nose. Soon, the bullies scattered off, and she stood there victorious.

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

I’m too tired to write. My mind keeps thinking about other things as if they are important somehow. I have been thinking a lot lately that I need to gain more focus somehow back and find ways to let go of my thoughts. I do meditate every day, but it doesn’t seem to be helping. Not when I’m not even trying to focus on the breathing and letting go of my thoughts. Another thing that is killing my focus is concentrating on the wrong things. I have given up my locus of control, my serenity, my truth. I’m trying to get it back so I can once again make writing my priority.

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