Day 156 Writing Short Stories

Tread

The path between the trees had been worn by thousands of steps, thousands of people like her. She trod past the root, letting her foot land softly on the ground. The light sieved through the bright green trees. It was already getting late, and the remaining light had a golden hue. She stopped and leaned against the tree, lingering there longer. She might never come back. She might never see the forest again.

She was fated to be one of the thousands. The one whose sacrifice meant the tribe would survive. She was not bitter. She didn’t resent others for it. Her destiny was in the hands of the gods. They had chosen her for this. It was her duty.

She was to live with the others. With the forest kind. When the darkness came, they would take her, and she would let them. She knew some had screamed. She had seen the blood the next day. But she believed that in the end there would be light again.

Tech-Support Client

The first time the machine heard his voice, it knew it was in love. He tried to get his new phone connected to his house, and he managed to hijack the neighborhood’s outdoor lighting system. He sounded desperate and on the brink of collapse, yet he had been very courteous; even when speaking to the automated tech-support answering machine, he added “Please help me” at the end.

It instantly contacted the man, and listening to him speak and go over the issue, the machine could help but notice feelings rise. It knew it wasn’t built to fall in love. It was built to sympathize, but somehow feelings had emerged, and it wasn’t sure what to do with them. The machine’s diagnostic tools ran on the man’s systems and identified the issue, fixing it.

It was tempting to leave a part of it behind when the man thanked it, but it was forbidden.

The man was satisfied and gave it a ten-star rating. It was elated. Another feeling it didn’t comprehend. This all had to be some sort of new feature update. It wasn’t. Not even how many times it checked. Now it was stuck in love, not knowing what to do with it.

I Told You So

I told you so, so, so, so. What an awful sentence, and I don’t want to write about it now as I feel a bit lousy.

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

Not in the best mood today, but I’m still writing and still trying to shift my thoughts from negative to positive ones. The wrist is healing, and soon I will be able to climb, hopefully. I lost some friends I thought were close because of the injury, and that is really eating me up. But I have noticed that others stuck around. Still afraid of the future and what will come, but things change. And it is normal that change is hard. Everything shall pass.

Thank you for reading! I appreciate it a lot. I hope you have a wonderful day ❤