Day 181 Writing Short Things

Silver

The veins snaked underground. Only the shine of the day showed their true worth. Silver, gold, cobalt. Riches beyond this world, making broken dreams come through under the burning logs and scorched earth. The sour smell, the acid water, the eternal dust in the lungs. Such a small price from a distance, and such a high reward.

The men descended into the pit one by one. The ground was soft underneath them, ready to collapse from any tremble, any wrong move. He held on to the rope, feeling the pull in his arm as Markus headed down before it was his turn to lower into the blazing void without air. The rope came loose. He glanced behind him at the rusted landscape, seeing the endless pits around him and the men lowering down. Beyond them, the lake had turned green, swallowing the women and children to their knees as they washed away the dirt from the rocks they carried out. The air was not yet filled with the smoke, but soon everything would be covered in thick soot.

He pushed his legs against the wall of the pit, nodding to the last man standing. The blazing void swallowed him.

Pig

The little stories of roommates and their tiny pigs. The constant noise and destruction. The frustration, inevitable.

Obsessed

This obsession of mine. Every move clocked—every word caught—the trap built by myself.

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

Sorry, there were only scattered sentences floating around in my head today. It is like I’m having a hard time getting back to stories, as if the sci-fi book has drained me empty. Maybe I need a break, or better inspiration.

Thank you for reading ❤ I hope you have a day full of stories!