Day 117 Ruminating And Writing

Solemn

The music played a solemn tone. She moved along with the beat with heavy hands, her hips fluidly swinging from side to side. He watched her move, her cherry lips in a bout shining like a beacon. The room spun around her, and there was nothing else but her to him.

Her slow movements seemed to suck strength out of him. But he didn’t want to change it. He wanted to give himself to her. His life was hers to take.

Fate

It was fated, his father had said so to him. It was his duty to save the kingdom and die. That was what the legacies told. That was what he had grown up to believe. Still, it felt wrong. Why must he die, so that the kingdom is saved?

The prince watched his mother weeping as he geared to leave. She clutched her dress to stop herself from rushing to him and begging her oldest son to stay. His heart broke at seeing his mother like that. And for what?

He wouldn’t return. The kingdom would stand if the prince fell. That was what was written in the prophecies. He would have to make an effort. That was what the king had taught him since he was born. He would have to try.

But last night, Fate had visited him in his dreams, and the truth was that his father had sold him when he was born for glory, wealth, and a long, healthy life. He had sacrificed his oldest son for his own fate and not the kingdom’s. But he had made the heralds sing their songs about his destiny. If he didn’t, he would look like a coward. And the kingdom didn’t fall if he lived. Fate showed him that he would become a great leader if he succeeded his father, and that the kingdom would thrive. He would have to kill the king for that to happen. Fate had given him a chance.

Rhymes

I was told to make this story rhyme. My mind is empty as a crime. I have no time to write prime. All I want is to climb.

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

I’m not happy about today’s prompts and what I managed to write. None of the prompts seemed to speak to me, and I couldn’t find a spin on them that would make the stories stand out. I feel bad about this as I’m leaving up north tomorrow and won’t be able to write until next week.

I’m happy to take a break and do something else. Visiting family up north gives me a perfect excuse to rest and recuperate both physically and mentally. The mental part didn’t use to be the case, but I have worked on myself and have found balance with the past and now. My reactions and emotions are the only things I can control. How others act is beyond me. It has been a hard lesson to accept. But the thing is, once I did, the situation with my family has gotten so much better. I feel like I have more room to breathe, and I have learned to ask things, let go of those things that are irrelevant to me, and act according to others’ wishes without it feeling forced. I still think it would be easier if we came with a manual installed inside our heads on how to be human — that I didn’t need all this fancy education, time, years of reading, hours and hours spend helping others, my therapy, all the chats with friends and family to function somewhat like a decent human being would, who is in balance with themselves and the world some of the time. That has been the other hard part to learn. We don’t function perfectly. We all need nervous system regulation. Pain will always be a part of our lives. Uncertainty is constant. Nothing will satisfy us all the time. But if you make every day like a mini-adventure, which includes duties, dreams, and enjoyment, then life might not be as burdensome.

Thank you for reading ❤ I wish you days full of adventures, and see you next week!