Day 134 Writing Short Stories

Shun

The village stood behind him. Its walls looked bigger than they had before. There was no return. He was to be killed on sight. They had shunned him, his family disowned him for a crime he hadn’t committed.

He stood there, gazing out at the mountains and the unknown. The village had been all he knew. He could sneak back and vindicate his name. The gold they had told him he had stolen had to be hidden somewhere. And someone had planted some of them on him. The village elders had pardoned his life. That was the only mercy they had been willing to show for his declaration of innocence. No food or water. Forced out.

They had robbed him of his innocence, his life. But that life had been empty. He hadn’t been making any of it. Just loitering around, dreaming of things. Whoever had chosen him knew he meant nothing, and no one would miss him. Yet, it had been his life to make something of.

He could choose the road and the mountains and make himself new.

He was scared. No one had been past the walls. All his dreams had been about the village and doing nothing. Where could he even find water?

Teenage Body

A middle-aged woman ends up back in her teenage body.

Character

Character sheet.

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

Yesterday slipped away, and when it was too late, I noticed that I hadn’t written the prompts. My mind feels dull today. I struggled to write the first prompt, and I couldn’t force myself to write the rest. I edited my scifi book first thing this morning, and the editing felt right, but these prompts don’t. I’m being moody again, clearly.

Thank you for reading! I hope you are having a good one ❤