Enigma
The alien landscape was divine with its deep purple and green colors. The old abandoned artifact rose in the middle of the strange trees that had taken over the roads, worming their way to the huge monolith. This was what she had been looking for all these years. This was her dream.
The artifact was the first sign that there was or had once been alien life in the universe. She had traveled wide and far, finding nothing until now. Her packers were already starting to pull off her funding, but now, now, she could have as much money as she pleased once the news reached her benefactors.
She had sent her message this morning. She and her crew needed supplies fast if they were going to explore the planet. The planet had been their last call before heading home, tail between their legs. Now they didn’t need to.
She had assigned a surveillance drone fly into the monolith. It and the other were gathering data from the planet. Thus far, the readings indicated that life had once existed here, but now the planet was governed by basic flora and fauna. No predators. No intelligent species. But the structures told her and her crew that there once had been.
She could feel the excitement grow inside her. She would finally have the answer to all the questions that had plagued her forever. She would finally understand why the universe came to be and why life was so scarce—her enigma.
Flu
Husband takes care of his wife when she has the flu, but he is doing a poor job. I skipped this one.
Five Things I Like to Do and Why
- Hike a long route. I love walking and being in nature. We have been planning to hike Hadrian’s Wall with my husband for a long time. He loves history and I walking.
- Finish Glorious Mishap book five. I started writing it a long time ago, and then I stopped concentrating on my sci-fi novel. I seem to put it off even when I have the setting, the characters, and some major plot points already structured.
- Swim in the ocean, where the water is clear. I love swimming. I go swimming twice a week, and being in the water feels like weightlessness.
- Quit my job and concentrate solely on writing. At the same time, I enjoy being an occupational therapist and helping my clients, but it puts a heavy toll on me. Being constantly around people and their needs strains me, and my writing suffers as a result.
- Being able to manage the fears stemming from climbing. The fear of failure, the fear of being judged, and the fear of getting injured. I have noticed lately that I perform poorly when I think others are judging me. I want to understand and fix the source of it.
The prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.
I wanted to write fighting scenes, but I didn’t want to force the prompts into a direction they weren’t meant to go. So they became what they are now. Sometimes I wonder if I should write a space exploration novel. I would love to discover new alien species through my writing. It would be fantastic to see where the story might lead. What an alien artifact meant without aliens. Would it mean the basic plotline that all civilizations will destroy themselves? Or is there a major outer threat? Or could I find an alternative explanation? Slipping into alternative dimensions? Transcending their bodies? Something different. Another motivation my mind can’t even fathom now?
I love the old sci-fi books. I love the speculative aspect, and furthering our knowledge about the mechanics of physics, machines, and human societies expands our understanding. I’m happy that there are some modern writers out there who continue that heritage, exploring the limits of our imagination and knowledge.
Btw. writing these prompts everyday has been the best thing I have done further my writing. Writing them isn’t easy, but I have gotten so much out of them.
Thank you for reading ❤ I hope you have an excellent day!
K.A. Ashcomb 
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