Day 79 Ruminating And Writing

Queen

There was one way to remain a queen, and that was to kill. She had learned it the hard way that there needed to be a bloody sacrifice or else they would think her weak. She had taken their husbands and wives. She had left them secluded and alone to quiver in the night. Now, no one dared to oppose her. They schemed against her. But that would never come to anything. They were too alone, too scared. She hated it. She had done what was shown to her that had to be done, but this was not what she had set out to do. She was the terror she didn’t want to be.

Chaos

One careless act. Only a minor one. And the world went into chaos. It was like a butterfly flapping its wings, not knowing what kind of effect it would have. So had she — flapped her wings, so to speak, and her life had turned into utter chaos.

Thunder

The dog shivered next to him. He too. The thunder roared above the old house, and both of them tried to stay as quiet as they could. He should have ended the dog’s life as soon as he found it, but it had been a sliver of hope. Some normalcy in his life that he no longer recognized. The thunder would pass, and there would be a few days of peace to keep moving and hunt for food.

They couldn’t stay put for long, or the creatures would find them. He had seen too many times how they took over, and he didn’t want that fate for him or the dog. He would rather kill himself or let them have him. The gun in his hand was ready to do so if they found their way here in the basement. They wouldn’t.

It would be so much easier to give up. Let them take him. He hadn’t seen another human in weeks now. Maybe there was no one left anymore. Maybe the creatures that came down from the skies through lightning had finally ended the entire human civilization. Maybe he was trying to survive for nothing.

He pressed himself against the dog. It shivered a little less. So did he. Morning would come, he thought.

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

I had fun writing the scenes today. Oh, I know they need major work to be something, but the raw versions of what they could be are there to be polished. Writing these has taught me a great deal about how to approach a subject and how to turn it into a compelling story. Almost every day, one of the prompts could be turned into a whole book. Such fun. Tiresome fun. There are days I don’t want to do these. But then I remember what it feels like to write them, and I do them despite the initial tiredness or my mood. I’m showing up for myself.

Thank you for reading my ruminations today! Have a prolific day ❤