Day 139 Writing Short Stories And Ruminating

Flirt

The bar was crowded, and the music made it difficult for everyone to hear each other over it. The different smells and the lighting made her head ache and want to flee the place. But that wasn’t an option. She looked past all the aliens in search of the one man she knew to live in the bar if he wasn’t in space.

“Hey, there,” a humanoid walked up to her, flashing her his smile or hers. She couldn’t tell entirely.

“I’m not in the mood,” she said, leaving the alien behind.

“Bitch,” she heard the humanoid call after her. Definitely a woman. The pitch was high and melodic, as was custom with their kind.

She finally found who she was looking for. The man was nursing a drink, and there were a dozen aliens around him chatting away.

She pushed her shoulders back and walked towards him. He barely registered her, and she knew she was an impressive-looking woman by all standards. That was the only good quality she had. At least, that was what they said when they left her. Otherwise, she was a pain in the ass, opinionated, headstrong, with a constant need to be right.

“Hi, Mr. Dalkarg,” she greeted the man, and she pushed into his table, making the others press tighter around it.

“What do you want?” Dalkarg barked out. Then he looked up and smiled.

She was glad that he was as simple as they said he was. Her tight jumpsuit and the cleavage she had opened just to the right height clearly impressed him.

“Call me Harry, if you are going to stay,” Dalkarg said, taking a sip from his drink and leaning back to have a full view of her.

“Harry, then,” she flashed a smile of her own. One, she had endless tutors to teach her. But that and her body were her only assets. As soon as she opened her mouth, they always fled. The countless tutors hadn’t been able to help her with that.

“How may I be of service, or is this a social call?”

She wanted the man to wipe the grin off his face. She wanted to get up and walk away from there, and get a ride from someone else, but he was her ticket off the planet, and he didn’t ask questions. She was promised that.

“Maybe later, but I need a ride and I can pay,” she said.

“It is customary to book them through the system,” he replied, knowing well why she had come directly to him. She needed to leave the planet off the record.

Scarecrow

The field was looking like any other field she had been on. She didn’t know where she was or where she should be going. There was no one there except the apple trees and the scarecrow. She lowered to sit under the scarecrow and began crying.

“Why so sad?” a voice asked.

The scarecrow had come down from its stand and was standing next to her, lowering its face to hers. The thing looked horrible, its face all twisted from the wind and the weather. Yet, its words had been the kindest thing she had heard all day.

“I stormed off from my parents, and now I’m lost,” she said.

“Oh, that sounds like a bad thing,” the scarecrow said softly.

“It is. I don’t know what to do.”

“I might be able to help you. I know these fields and I know these woods, let me take you where you need to go.”

“You would do that?”

“Of course.”

Bratty Teen

He felt the tremors go through his body. There was instant regret for mouthing off to the judge. He could have gotten off with a fine if he had kept his mouth shut. Now in jail, he saw people walking past his door, sizing him up. He wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to go.

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

Oh, the writing gods throw a curveball. I feel fresh and in the mood to write, but the prompts! The prompts! I don’t know how to flirt! It was so painful to write the scene and think away to make it sound good without actually knowing the characters. It didn’t come out the way I wanted. Nothing ever does. Okay, sometimes they do.

I was ready to give up on the other prompts, too, but I promised myself that it was enough to write one scene, and that liberated all the pressure, allowing me to put words down.

Thank you for reading! Have a wonderful day ❤