Heart
What if I said I were a dragon slayer? What if I told you that a brave heart needs just imagination? What if I told you that if you tilted your head, closed your eyes, and listened really carefully, you could be a dragon slayer too? See, it is as simple as that. The sword in your hand grows. Your body morphs deadly. And there’s only a need for a dragon.
A brave heart needs dragons to become a hero and a king. Brave hearts need legends to feel alive. A brave heart needs to flow in action.
I have a brave heart. My dragon stands in front of me. I let it stay. I need it more than it needs me. I wave my sword, and it roars, making me feel the heat of my mortality. I grow into a girl, then into a woman, I grow and grow, and this heart of mine stays brave in the test of time. This heart of mine accepts the fear of being a dragon slayer.
No Heart
Take this heart of mine away. Let me have just my thoughts. My rationality. But there is just my weak and sunken life. Drunk and numb, followed by the dark, sad eyes, which I cannot grasp. I can’t make those lines around the mouths go away. There is only the ache of the world on my shoulders. Broken heart, fallen down, lying there for days listening to the yapping of the dog and then its sorrowful whimper.
I had to give up. I couldn’t keep this heart of mine. It was too much for me. My life turned out wrong. My life was not mine.
If there had only been one smile, removing all the haplessness, then maybe I wouldn’t have needed to give my broken heart away.
Messy
The sparkle of mess in the chaos of life. The neat order fighting against the flow of time with ache. The trick is to let go. To accept that there’s no control, and if the predictions come to be, we welcome them with hollowness. In the mess, we find existence. It will never stand in a row. It will never become a list. It just is. To be.
The prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.
The words seem to flow on their own. I let them. I try not to force them into action, in form. I let them guide me today, surrendering to their power.
Thank you for reading ❤ Have a day full of words!

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