Day 78 Ruminating And Writing

Fate

The house was cursed from the beginning. It had been built on the sacred, hollow ground. Now, its wood was rotting away under the peeled paint. The grass had grown taller than the hares scattering around. The blinds were shut, and the family still living there would have the same fate as the families before them.

There had been happy moments. Moments when you could believe it all worked out. You could say that it had started beautifully, but then the ground, then the house, gradually twisted its darkness around the souls, and what once was happy turned bitter and stale. The families never got out in time. Their misery, their pain, their torment and hate fueled the place. The house should have never been built there. The house should be gone. The hollow ground should have stayed hollow.

Meeting

Her hands shook as she waited for him at the gate. They had spoken for years in the ghost hunter chatroom, but this would be the first time they would meet face-to-face. There was nothing romantic between them, and she hoped he would know that, too. He was here to help her solve a mystery. He was here to make sense of the ruins and the runes she had found in her local woods.

Blind Date

She watched him sitting in front of her, chewing his sandwich. The sound was nauseating, and she should have left instantly when she saw who he was. Her friends were out of their minds if they thought there could be anything between her and Trevor. The man was a moron, and he sounded like one, chewing his food mouth open.

“So,” he said, while a slap of bread with cheese and lettuce went up and down in his mouth.

“So,” she repeated.

“This isn’t going well, then?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “I don’t know why they thought we were a match.”

He shrugged.

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

I tried. Holly space cows, I tried! I managed to write about a romantic encounter. Okay, it didn’t go well, but at least I got words out, and there was a potential for a sparkle and romance. Even the Meeting story was meant to be romantic. I’m happy about the way the Fate story turned out. If I had more time, I would refine the tone and get the words and mood just right, but as a raw draft, it works the way I want it. All this, and I still have tea and stamina left. I think I will edit my sci-fi book even for a few sentences before I have to go to work.

Thank you for reading! Have a lovely day ❤