Day 266 Writing Short Stories

Patchwork

Her dress was made of scraps, forgotten fabrics, cut-out pieces. It was a patchwork. A puzzle. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Every piece was like an ocean of words, ideas, magic. If she swirled, she became a rainbow of colors. She loved it more than anything. It was all hers. She didn’t care if the other kids laughed at her. They called her a poor, orphan, mockingly. They told her that her wild red hair was a joke, and her spotted skin was ugly. There were not enough tears in the world to wash those words away, so she had decided not to mind.

She had her own little world of words. Kind words. Beautiful words. Words that made others feel welcome.

When they mocked her, she would say thank you with her meek voice. Sometimes she said, “Yes, I’m an orphan.” For those words, they always flinched. When they picked on Mary, and she hit back, they laughed and bullied her even more.

She had tried kindness toward Mary, but Mary refused it.

So there was her patchwork dress, the ocean of words, and the kindness in her heart, all carried with her wherever she went.

Time Capsule

These are five things I want to accomplish in five years:

Write a game that is published
Quit my job and write full-time
Climb a 7C boulder route
Live near water or a forest
Be there for my cats and my husband

Perception

Oh, what is this loose thing that floats around: truth, fact, reality. It morphs and morphs with every encounter, never staying the same. One minute, there is gravity, and on the next, I float and float. I swirl and twirl, and stay not the same. I become a wolf, a cat, a moon that howls. I become a forest, an ocean, a hilltop that flies. But never a fact. Never a truth. Never a reality.

I’m a girl, a woman, a wife. I’m a professional, a dreamer, an actor in a play. I’m all and none. I’m me. I dance and dance in the silence. I roar and laugh and cry as the reality is not there. My perception of you, me, and the world is not the same. It is in flux, and I let it be. Forever an adventure.

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

I slept poorly, but for some reason, all the pieces are falling into place today. I found a plot line for my book that I was missing. The character and what is happening are making more sense now. I’m writing a fifth book for Glorious Mishaps. I’m exploring the skull computers that appeared for the first time in the Council of the Dead. It is such a fun concept, and I’m having a blast with it. But now I have to hurry to work.

Have a wonderful day full of oceans of words. Thank you for reading ❤