Day 180 Writing Short Stories

Fruitless

This day is fruitless. No words of wisdom. No words for stories. Only a little chaos inside my head. Chaos that had sneaked into this house of mine. In my fridge. On my desk. In the heart of mine.

Sailor

The storm rolled over the sea, lifting the waves against the schooner, swallowing it whole and spitting it out against the rocks, tattered to bones.

Bodies floated next to the shore, welcoming in the sharks. Their fins cut the water in half. He watched them eat his shipmates, coloring the turquoise water red. Behind him stood the mighty trees that looked ever so alien. Their tops were like nests to some giant beasts reigning the skies.

The storm had passed, and the sky was clear after the rain. The sand underneath him had the hue of soot, but it left no mark on his skin.

He watched the last of the corpses disappear, and the sharks swim away. He would have to get up and walk into the strange forest. The night would soon fall.

Disappearance

The girl was gone. The police had been in and out of the house, searching for how she had been taken. Only the cries inside the house remained. He stood there at the edge of the yard, watching it ever so closely. He had only shut his eyes to count to ten, and she had disappeared from the face of the earth. There had been no steps. Nothing to tell him him who had taken his friend. He felt a twinge of guilt. He should have protected her. It was his duty. He was her friend. Best friend, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. He would find her. That much he vowed.

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

I almost didn’t write today, but then I started watching Princess Mononoke, and I found energy and inspiration to write. I’m glad I did. I tried a slightly different tone today, and I was happily surprised at what I got out.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a wonderful weekend!