Day 246 Writing Short Stories

Capricious

The girl was giving her a headache. They had been riding for days, trying to get her back to her father. They had rescued her after she had foolishly thought that she, as the wealthiest girl in the world, could foolishly fall in love with any boy who came along. She couldn’t. It hadn’t ended well. There was extortion and kidnapping and broken hearts. All amounting to a payment for her and her men for rescuing her, which wasn’t a bad thing for her, but. There was the but. The capricious girl was giving her a headache. A bad one. Her demands, pleas, her inability to grasp the situation, and the occasionally high-energy, chirpy mood were more than she could bear.

She had more than once sworn to kill the girl and ditch her in some forgotten neck of the woods and be done with her. But she was supposed to be the good kind, the hero with her swords and pistols. The girl was making her reconsider the whole good thing. Maybe there was some merit in being the bad kind, living outside the society and stealing whenever needed. She would be lousy at it, too.

Becoming a hermit might be an option. Something she had never thought to consider until meeting the girl.

She tightened her grip on the reins and made her horse speed up.

Runaway Kitten

The terror of the night. The great demon of the netherworld. The mighty hunter. She was creeping through the jungle of feet, lashing her victims one by one. She could hear their death screams as she made her way through the army of her enemies.

She knew they were hunting her, but she was too cunning for their kind. She was too sharp, too agile, too ferocious.

She let out a roar that, to her misfortune, came out like a cute little meow. And before she knew it, that little meow got her caught between the huge paws of her enemies.

“There you are,” the thing said. “Let’s get you back to your owner.”

The enemy marched her in front of the horde of her nemesis. They applauded and cooed at her demise. She wouldn’t let them break her. She would have her revenge even when they imprisoned her in the most horrendous prison there was: the carrier.

She let out one last roar as she was sealed into the carrier and returned to her owner. The dominance of the mighty steel bird of the sky would have to wait.

Socially-Inept Boy

A socially-inept boy asks a girl out. He stumbles with his words, but the girl kisses him. I skipped this one. As I write, skipping the prompt, an image came to mind of a vampire scene in which a vampire boy meets a human girl, in the vein of Angle Sommer-Bodenburg’s The Little Vampire books. My sister loved those books as a kid. She would read and listen to them on audio over and over again. I remember falling asleep listening to her audiobook repeats.

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

Now, I have to hurry to work. Thank you for reading ❤ I hope you have a fierce day!

P.S. I wasn’t so happy about the first story. It doesn’t feel like me. I didn’t like writing the scene and bashing at the rich girl thing. But I had one writing the cat loose on the plane thing.