Day 224 Writing Short Stories

Dry

The dry desert air blew across the dunes. The wind picked up sand, and it hit hard against the loose clothes. The horse underneath her shifted nervously. The ride across the desert would be a long one. The heat was already unbearable. She wasn’t made for the desert like her companions were.

She glanced at the convoy next to her. They sat comfortably on their horses, gazing over the desert as if it were home to them. They didn’t care about the mission she was on. They were here for the money and fame. She was here for the lost city, the forgotten people, and the secrets they held.

She had transcribed the only surviving manuscript, leading her here. She was the only one who knew the place existed, that it was a real thing and not a myth. It had taken her years to decipher the place from the maps, tracing how the land had changed over all these millennia. But she was sure she had found it. So sure that she had seen funding to take her here.

She glanced at the man who had made it possible. He shifted nervously on his horse as they waited for their guide to set a course. She hadn’t wanted him here, but there was no way she could have refused him.

She had a bad feeling about the man. But he was the only one who had been willing to believe her.

Dozen Roses

Superstition about an even number of flowers and death. A man gives his girlfriend a dozen roses.

Proposal

A boyfriend proposes to a woman after knowing her for two weeks. I skipped this one.

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

I had a hard time writing the prompts today. None of them really spoke to me, and I couldn’t find an angle to write about them, anyway. Partly because I have a busy morning before work, and partly because I didn’t find them interesting. Let’s hope tomorrow holds better prompts.

I try to write during the holidays, but if I don’t see you around, have a great one! Happy Holidays!

Thank you for reading ❤ Have an inspiring day!