Day 107 Ruminating And Writing

Trust

I thought you were meant to protect me. I thought you were supposed to endure all and everything. Yet, I watch you wither away, barely answering to my voice. Why did the world take you away? Why does this bleak landscape eat you alive? I stand here on the moors watching the rain fall on your grave. Is your seed to be mine? Will someone stand here on the same spot, watching as I am lowered into the ground?

This feels like a curse that your father bestowed on you, and you on me. I can feel the restless wind inside. The same sorrow dwindles my trust in the second beyond this one.

My boots are wet, my heart heavy. And there you lay on the ground.

The World

This prompt was about two idiots saving the world. I tried several times to write this, but the concept felt impossible. I had a hard time imagining the idiots or their actions, and I was at a loss for words. It feels odd, given that human nature is central to my writing, but I struggled to envision a person like that after stumbling upon the word “idiot.”

The Monster

It roared again, and again. The claws scraped the bottom of his bed. The shivers ran past him, and his teeth rattled as he tried not to make a noise. The monster under his bed was back. Last night, it had wailed and roared for hours before the room had felt silent. So silent that he was sure it was tempting him to tip his toes on the ground before it would swallow him whole. Only when his mother had come to wake him up did he dare to get out of bed.

He wouldn’t survive another night.

“Please,” he heard him say between his rattling teeth.

“Please,” came a voice back. So thin and hollow.

“Leave me be. I’m just a boy,” he said.

“Leave, leave, leave,” came the same voice. It was a terrifying sound, but it was better than the claws and the roars that had stopped.

“I’m just a boy. I don’t want to die,” he said.

There was only silence. He wondered if the thing had gone away, but then the floorboards screeched under his bed like someone was clawing their way out of there.

He drew the blanket over him and shivered, not daring to see. Something sat on his bed, pushing its face close to his. He could feel the warm breath heating the air under the blanket.

“Please,” he let out.

“Please,” the monster repeated.

… This story was supposed to be about a boy befriending a monster under his bed, but I’m unable to switch the story that, it feels like I should tell a tale of terror and horror and sorrow.

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

I should have chosen my music more carefully for writing. It’s a sorrowful tune, and I have a hard time writing the prompts as they are meant to. The sorrow sneaks in. I know I should have changed the tune, but I don’t know why I didn’t.

I feel extra tired today. The weather is changing to colder, and it has been raining all night and morning. I love it when it rains, but still, the air feels heavy and sluggish. I need to boost my mood so I can get back to editing my book. Also, I need to go swimming in a lake. It’s been a couple of days since I swam, and now my joints feel stiff and swollen.

I will go and stand on my head and see if that cheers me up.

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