Day 177 Writing Short Stories

Rambunctious

The little devil inside me invites calamity wherever it goes. This rambunctious nature of mine wants to escape the confines of the dull now, the dull rules set by those who never had the right to set them.

Professor

One after another, the papers turned out to be AI nonsense. After the third one, he couldn’t help but laugh in amusement. None of the students had read through what they had returned. They returned physics papers to his philosophy of science class. He took a sip of his tea and wondered what the point of himself was if this was what academics had become.

Full Moon

The quiet sob traveled through the entire house. She glanced at herself in the mirror and watched the huge scars slashing across her once beautiful face. She had to look away. Her beauty had been all that there was to her. Now she would never become an actress. It was the only reason she had come here, and then she had been attacked.

She howled. The tears streamed down her cheeks.

The downstairs neighbor hit the roof, and there came muffled cursing and shouting.

She clamped her mouth shut, stifling yet another cry wanting to escape her lips. Even her neighbors didn’t look kindly upon her. She would have to return home, and they would laugh at her. Celebrate her downfall. They hated her. Everyone always did if they didn’t want to possess her.

She might as well end it here, this night. There was no point to her. It was a perfect night. Soon, the full moon would be high enough. They would sing of her beauty and her death. They would remember her. She vowed that in her death.

She got up from the floor, dropping the mirror onto the carpet, and walked to the window, looking out into the night. The darkness would be her friend. She glanced up at the sky, letting the moon take her.

A wolf howled in the distance. She joined in the sound. The noise escaped from somewhere deep inside her. The howl stretched longer, and then her body twisted. Every joint, every bone in her body broke, morphed into something new. The pain was excruciating. She doubled over her floor, and when there was no more pain, just dull throbbing of all her senses coming alive, she got up to her full new height. Her hands had turned hairy. Her teeth grew long, and her ears now knew that the world was fully alive. That she was fully alive. So was the downstairs neighbor.

She howled and broke out through the window to join that distant howl inviting her to play.

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

My first client canceled our meeting, so I had extra time this morning to write. Now I still must fly to work and join the staff meeting, not having yet let the little devil inside me free and escape the restrictions of this world. One day, that might happen.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a rambunctious day!