Day 56 Ruminating And Writing

Fire

There are flames. Then there are fires. Those kinds that kindle new beginnings and revenges. This was such a kind of fire. It would lead to death. It always did. There had to be sacrifice for the hurt and the pain. There always had to be. Someone had to pay, and she was going to make them pay. The dark-ashed road underneath her, coloring her knees and shins, stretched between the burned houses. The cries had stopped. There was only the crackle of the diminishing fire and the silence of the dead.

Romance

This prompt was about an unlikely romance. I can’t wrack my brain to make one. Romance always comes from characters and not as such, and no characters are sneaking in or out of my thoughts at this current moment. I’m all out of them.

Road Trip

The car swirled into the ditch. He tried to hit the brakes, but the icy road made the effort useless. The car died in the ditch, and he took his cell out. He couldn’t believe how his friend could still be sleeping on the passenger side. The cell let out a dial tone, the worst kind. There was no cell service. He was about to shake his friend awake when, suddenly, the car radio turned on and blasted music at full volume. Then it died again. He shivered and expected Mathew to wake up. But he was still out.

He got out of the car on the secluded snowy road. The storm was still swirling around him. There was only snow, the road, and darkness.

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

My brain is saying nope. You need cuddle time with a cat to function properly. It seems to suggest that you gave your all to Fire, and there is no juice left for the other prompts. So I’d better obey my brain and go cuddle with the cat. She is already waiting for me on the sofa.

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