Day 104 Ruminating And Writing

Struck

She shook her nose and watched as the world aligned according to her wishes. It was as simple as that. If she had a need, if she had a want, if she had a wish, it all came true. And it was all becoming boring. She had been struck with good luck, having such an effective nose. But noses weren’t supposed to be like that. They smelled things, and that was it. She had tried to quit cold turkey, but then something would happen that was uncomfortable, and she would just shake it just a tiny amount, and then it would escalate, and the nose would be back.

She sighed. This was such an occasion. Her favorite pair of shoes had soaked through from the car, splashing water on them from the puddle. It was the small things that irked her, and now the nose was back, and she had almost lived a normal life.

Star-struck

He sat there, his head whirling. Something had dropped from the starry sky, knocking him to the ground. The worst thing was that there seemed to be a tall, humanoid figure cloaked in a lucid, fabric-like garment, shielding its bluish skin. She looked like she was a she, and she appeared highly concerned. His hallucinations were clearly becoming vivid.

“Are you okay?” the humanoid asked. Her accent was strange, as if it were metallic, coming through a phone and not her mouth.

“I’m fine,” he said, unsure if the hallucination was a hallucination at all. “Are you real?”

“I’m sorry that my ship struck you,” she said. She took the object that had knocked him down from the ground. It looked so small on her elongated fingers. It looked like a tiny spaceship.

“But you are not real?” he tried again. He had to, or else. The else didn’t seem like a good thing. It seemed like something that would make him faint if his brain caught up with the situation and deemed the alien real, and the fact that she was holding her spaceship in her hand and it was the thing that had knocked him down, and that the alien looked kind of lovely with her huge eyes and curious head tilt, all of it was too much.

“I’m sorry,” she said again and reached with her fingers to his temple. The next thing he noticed was that he was sitting in his living room, watching TV. He shrugged and continued watching the show, feeling oddly smitten, but unsure towards whom.

Character

I will skip this. This prompt is about writing yourself as a character inside your favorite book.

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

My mind seems to be blank today. It may be the sleepless night that makes me feel sluggish and slow.

I hope you have a good day! Thank you for reading ❤