Day 47 Ruminations And Writing

Day 47 of the daily prompts:

Thorn

My flesh, rotten to the bone. I shamble onward, hungry and mindless. There’s a thorn in my flesh—a memory of how it used to be, but I can’t quite recall. There are others like me. I hear their moan. I hear their pain. If only I could remember. If only there were more than the hunger. I can’t grasp it.

I bite into the flesh. I can feel the blood in my mouth. It feels important. It fills me. I listened to the screams coming around me. Then the moans and others decent next to me. They tore into the flesh as I have. They don’t care. I know I should care.

Odella

Her dress swirled in the air. She was dancing on the meadow, her bare feet cold from the morning dew. She heard the music. She heard the laughter. The dance stretched far and wide. She couldn’t stop from spinning. It was like she was enchanted. It was like she had been called to do this.

This was what magic felt like. It felt good, giddy. It felt like there were all the possibilities at the moment. Not the usual restrictions that life was fully immersed with.

Wild

She pushed her boots on the dusty ground and lifted her gaze to meet the strange desert. Up in the sky, over the coldness and the dust, two huge moons rose. She was meant to find out if there was life. If there could be life. This was her mission. This was her wild.

She lifted the scanner in the air to measure the toxicity. It came almost manageable. Nothing slight terraforming couldn’t change.

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

I wanted to write more, but I need to get to work soon. So, all I managed today was an idea of a mood. What kind of book would become if there was a zombie protagonist and not in a comic sense? However, I must reserve that musing for later.

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