Day 101 Ruminating And Writing

Drop

The huge gap between the mountain tops divided the landscape into two rifts. It was a certain drop to death if she made even one mistake when crossing it with her makeshift bridge. She had been building it for a few days now, having lost her rope and other gear. Underneath her, the world had gone to hell. The creatures had suddenly appeared, killing everyone in sight. She had run to the mountains. The terrain she knew well. But a few days later, one of those creatures had followed her and almost killed her.

She knew that at the other top, there was a way down to the valley, and she needed to descend. She needed food and water, and shelter from the rising cold air. The draft she had built to use as a bridge was made from the branches and the runty trees she had found at the top. She had secured them together from the pieces of her clothes. Her shins were bare, and the wind was biting them.

She pushed the bridge slowly over the edge, aiming at the other side. It would have been easier if she had jumped, but she didn’t trust her feet. She didn’t trust her coordination. God knew she had tried, but every time she had stopped at the edge, unable to do it. This was her only chance.

The bridge lodged in its place on the other side. She shook it, and it seemed to hold. She looked down the wall she had climbed up. It was too hard to climb down, and there could be other creatures there, who were sniffing after their death pall. She knelt down on the bridge she had built and tested her weight on it. She slowly crawled over the edge to the drop, keeping her eyes on the other ledge, not wanting to look down the gorge. The bridge shook, and she had to stop to steady it. When the motion was gone, she crawled slowly onward. The brisk winds made the makeshift bridge shake, and every move made her sure that it would knock her down and drop her into the bottom of the gorge. She steadied herself and kept her eyes where she was moving; otherwise, she would lose it.

The brisk wind shook the bridge hard. This time, she knew she would die if she stopped. She dashed to the edge, and the bridge collapsed underneath her, almost taking her down with it. She lay there at the other peak, breathing laboriously. Now she had to descend into the valley and hope to find remnants of civilization there.

Snapshots

This might have been a good prompt, but I gave my focus to the first one, and I have to leave soon. The prompt is about writing snapshots throughout a person’s history.

Soulmates

Love story, where soulmates are real, and a man finds his at his boss’s party. His boss’s wife.

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

When does this heat end? I want my cold autumn days to come. The heat is impairing my ability to think and concentrate on writing. But that’s enough complaining. Everything in life seems to be about perspective, and I refuse to dwell on the negative too much. I have had enough of that in my life. I have been so hung up in the past on what-ifs and all the dark things that I don’t care for them outside my writing. They have their place there, fueling my imagination, curiosity, and stories, but they don’t have to dominate my life.

I’m leaving for a walk and then swimming at the lake, in the cold, cold, cold lake water. How I welcome it!

Thank you for reading my blog! I wish you a pleasant day ❤