Day 45 Ruminations And Writing

Day 45 of the daily prompts:

Crown

The crown glistened in the grass. It welcomed him, whispering to kneel over and put it on his head. He followed the impulse and took the cold crown into his hands. He could feel its command, feel the power. From now on, he would be the most powerful person in the entire world.

As he put the crown on his head. He didn’t care about the searing pain as the crown latched onto him. He didn’t care about the corpse he now saw rotten on the grass. All he cared about was the crown and what it could give him.

Toddler

She watched her take the crayons and hide in the corner. The child had done that so often that she didn’t find the need to exclude odd. Usually, she would draw quietly for fifteen minutes, and when she was done, she joined the others and played like she belonged there.

This time felt different. This time, she had to make sure that all was fine. She strolled to the girl, drawing quietly. She peered over her shoulder and gasped. And she let out a noise. The horrendous monster leaped out of the page.

Dionysus

She hadn’t meant to make her an older woman, nor had she planned to land in New York. Yet, here she was, drunk as a skunk, and the doorman was shooing her away. The sky was pouring, and people were stupid and obnoxious. She wondered if she should call the gods to smite the man. Or if she should do it herself. But that would defeat the purpose of trying to be a human. She should have paid more attention to what kind of human she became. Somehow, an older woman with a bad back and a stinking breath didn’t seem like a top-of-the-line. It was more like a discount model that was forgotten at the back of the lot.

Dionysus groaned and moved out of the sight of the doorman into the pouring rain. If the doorman had paid any close attention, he would have noticed that no rain touched the elder woman, and he would have felt how bad luck was worming its way towards him.

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

I love the birds swooping past my window, and the sky is light blue with perfect fluffy clouds. It seems like that’s all I can ask. I need to change to feel more content and tuned in the world. I need more peace and balance, which doesn’t come with chasing things. I’m unsure how to manage this as I keep my days too busy. I haven’t come yet to a point where I can let go of everything I feel is important. My mind seems to be my enemy. All I know is that writing these prompts and, my book, and reading are things I don’t want to let go of. Those things center on me. I want to spend more time with my husband and give him more of myself. I still want to climb, but I must let go of this constant tuning of my body into perfection. I just don’t know how and what to cut. Maybe I will find out soon.

By the way, thank you all for reading these prompts and ruminations. It means a lot to me.

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