Day 100 Ruminating And Writing

Tear

The breaking news rolled on the screen, warning not to go outside. A massive tear had sunk the highway in the inner city, taking some of the morning traffic with it. They were reporting an unknown gas leak coming from the entire area. There was an image of the army securing the scene, and people were poking around it in hazmat suits. They didn’t know what had caused the event.

She had been there, trying to get to work, when the ground had swallowed her. But the thing was, unlike the other people who were reported missing and presumed dead, she wasn’t. She was safe and sound in her living room… but the thing was… the odd part was that she wasn’t alone. There were green men poking every furniture, every garment, every plant, and even the cat, Worm, trying to figure out what they were seeing.

She hadn’t quite figured out whether the aliens had come up from the ground or if they had been cruising by and rescuing her from the same fate as the others. But there they were, and they seemed overly attached to her. Every move she made, they reacted. They didn’t want to let her out of their sight. The only thing she had managed to do was convince them to take her home. And here they were, and she wasn’t sure what to do. Call 9-1-1 and say what?

Inner Monologue

She watched his legs swing over the edge as he peered down the mountain. They had just climbed up, and both of them had been silently watching the valley with pine forest and a lake spreading underneath them.

“Do you want to hike down?” she asked, hoping that he said no.

“If you want to,” he replied. He just wanted to sit there and watch the valley. The climb had taken all out of him, but he didn’t want to let her know that he was still sore and powerless to leave.

“If you want to,” she replied, not knowing what else to say, biting her lip. She had come first up, and while she had had time to rest from the climb while belaying him, she was still breathless from all the work and wanted to sit there for a while.

“Yeah.” He was getting up.

“Actually, can I sit for a minute or two longer,” she let out, not knowing if her legs would carry.

“Of course you can,” he gushed out, relieved. His back was killing him, and the sweat and the heat were making him feel uncomfortable. He sat back down and opened his backpack, taking out his electrolyte drink.

They sat there silently, watching the sun set gradually in the valley.

Rock Star

I guess you know what I’m going to write. This is a love story between a rock star and a secret diplomat, sparked at a charity event. Good for them. I don’t have time or the stamina to write about it. If I weren’t going to work, I might push myself to write it, but I’m not going to do it now.

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

I almost didn’t write anything today. I was so tired this morning. I feel it is the heat getting to me. I took a nap immediately after eating breakfast and before I had to leave for work. I don’t need to go too early today, so I had the time to write this and edit my book, but the couch won. I didn’t even have a cat to keep me company. Just a lonely sleep, deep one. Now, I don’t have time to edit my sci-fi book, and I have to leave for work. Decision, that’s what life is made of, and most of the time, I make the wrong ones.

Thank you for reading! Have a lovely day ❤ I hope it is not too hot where you live.

By the way, I still don’t know why the aliens rescued the woman from the first story, but I have the sense that they are now her responsibility, and there is a story about saving the world.