Day 55 Ruminating And Writing

Stone

The rings around the stones rippled through the pond. She tipped her toe on those rings, disturbing the pattern. Then she watched as her ripples changed the clam pond into chaos. That was her, chaos. She lifted her gaze, watching the human world past her pond, past her calm. There were people who were scared of her. They cursed her name and searched for paradigms to shield their world from her. They knew nothing. They knew not that no one could escape her influence. Life was not static. One decision could and would lead to chaos. Such she had made it.

Baby Duck

The baby duck waddled behind him. At first, the duck imprinting on him had been cute, but now, as he couldn’t leave the duck behind without causing distress, he would rather not have met the duck. The duck let out a loud toot as it arrived with him to the courtroom.

Ring

He rummaged his wife’s purse. He was sure the car keys were there somewhere. His hand touched a small, smooth ring. He took it out and frowned. He had never seen it before. It was a plain golden ring without carvings. It looked like a wedding band. A man’s. He squeezed the ring hard and wanted to throw it away. But there was a strange hum. He swirled the ring between his fingers and then slipped it on. The world shifted. There were people with him. People that shouldn’t be there. They had hollow eyes and hungered mouths. Their eyes looked at him like he was prey. He yanked the ring out, and he was alone again in the foyer.

He let his breathing slow down, and then he slipped the ring to his finger again, and there the same hungry people were. Their dead eyes looked straight into his.

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

I didn’t want to write these prompts today. I feel fatigued, and I have a doctor’s appointment soon. All I wanted was to do nothing and just lay there. Let’s see if the doctor can fix me. If they can’t, then I need to adjust my exercise routine. I know it’s silly. I know what’s wrong, but I’m not able to change it because I’m being stupid and want to do more than I can.

Anyway, I’m reading The Buffalo Hunter Hunter by Stephen Graham Jones. It’s fantastic. I recommend looking it up. It has the right kind of mood if you love mild horror and Native American stories. The writing is supreme.

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