Day 141 Writing Short Stories And Ruminating

Simper

There’s no forgetting. There’s no music to lighten the mood. There’s no simper of a young girl. There’s only the broken bodies, the horror only human minds can come up with.

She watched the dead bodies piled on top of each other. There was nothing left on them except skin and bone, and their hollow eyes without light. She had to look away. The rag over her mouth didn’t shield her from the smell. The rag didn’t hold back the horror and nausea coming in waves.

This was war. It was not about right and wrong. It was about death and dying. This was the pain she was to witness and carry on to future generations. Wound that would never leave her. But she would carry on, unlike the men, women, and children on the pile. They would never smile, laugh, dance. They would never get to ask the question why. It was not for the truth, the justice. It was for the greed, the hate, the jealousy, the pettiness of those who had more power than they should.

They will always make bigger bombs from here to eternity.

Squirrel

Paw in paw. The quiet sniffle on the hour where there was nothing but a moment. She lay there on the bed, her baby squirrel’s paw in her hand, wishing that this was what the worlds were made of. And not of the other kind of truths.

Wedding Day

Weddings were made with promises, respect, and love. Weddings were meant to be the salvation, the security, the hope. He watched his own image in the mirror. He was to become hers. Her strength was to carry them on. Her will, her money, her work were to secure him a future. He was to become hers. But all he had ever wanted was to be a person first. Not a property as the society deemed him so.

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

I’m in an odd mood. Yesterday our electricity was cut off, and I couldn’t write all day. When it came up, I ended up watching Lee, the movie, and just finished it. I feel so sorrowful about human nature. There shouldn’t be the sorrows we have witnessed. Death and destruction. People are dying currently not for justice, but for greed and hatred, and we watch it happen. The most horrendous genocide of our time, and our leaders stay silent, fearing for their own skin. Cowards. Bastards. My country still sells weapons to them. Greedy. The newspapers don’t criticize our politicians for their actions. They sit by and let it happen. Cowards. Sellouts. Where are the songs? Where are the artists who speak out? The world sits and watches as they wither away to skin and bone and bombed into pieces. But I guess all we can do is speak out and remember.

Sorry about this. I’m feeling so sad. Stupid world.

I’ll take a couple of days off. My sister comes to visit me. The short break does me good.

Thank you for reading! I hope you have a more cheerful day than I. Have a good one ❤