Day 48 Ruminations And Writing

Day 48 of the daily prompts:

Kiss

It was just a slight peck, but it swept her away. She kept thinking about her lips, hot and pressed against her cheek, and then her mouth all day. It was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She felt alive. She felt like her, and the feeling she now felt inside her defined who she was and all she wanted to be.

The City

She walked along the canal back to her lodgings. She hadn’t expected the city to be as dark and as vivid as it was. All the shadows, all the corners, all the gargoyles were alive. She flexed her back, allowing her muscles to expand, grow, and take on their true shape. She had arrived home. Here, she didn’t have to hide who she was.

She let out a howl, filling up the night air around the canal.

Soul

There’s beauty, and there’s celestial beauty, and the woman on the bar was the latter sort. He had been watching her, noticing how she moved her hips and tossed her hair. She sat there, commanding the room. He would give everything to her.

The woman sharply spun around and locked her eyes with him. He felt himself to push to his feet and walk to her. It was like a dream. It was happening to someone else, and he was watching.

“Oh, my darling,” she whispered as he got close.

His knees bugled. He had to lean into the counter to steady himself.

“I have…” he tried to say.

“I know, my darling,” she said and swirled her finger against his cheek.

His heart was ready to give up. This was a dream, he kept saying.

“It’s not a dream, darling. It’s destiny.”

He knew better than this, but it was his body that was at fault. It knew better than him.

“Destiny,” he moaned as she moved her hand on his shoulder and down his arm.

“Yes, and all I ask is for you to be mine, both body and soul,” she leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“I know,” he said. “I instantly knew what you are. I can’t give what’s not mine.” He drew his shirt lower, showing his crucifix.

She hissed at him. And he could see her true demonic form. Sometimes, he wished that he didn’t. He had liked the dream. She was and had been an antidote for life.

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

It feels so much easier to write about demons, werewolves, and darkness than about other things. Those things always get me excited.

I have been writing my fifth book on the Glorious Mishap series, and I have found the angle that was missing a year ago when I started it. I’m so excited. It will be glorious. I feel it can be.

A happy day!

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