Day 312 Writing Short Stories

Frozen

There are places that live in a person. Places that define a person. There are places that break a person. The frozen tundra was the latter one. Only the strong-minded, the creative, the resourceful survived there. The landscape could break a person if they weren’t paying attention—one mistake. One long breath and forgetfulness got a person killed.

Yet, in the harshness, laws were simple, life was simple, everything was black and white, in a sense. There was no need to guess what life was all about. A person knew it was about survival, and short stolen moments for oneself.

She loved it there. She had never blossomed in the city. She was made wrong there. But here in the wilderness, she was the bloom she was meant to be. A bloom with a hard exoskeleton, spikes, and will.

She smiled as the freezing wind whipped against her cheeks. The thick fur coat and goggles kept the worst of the bite away. She listened to the moans of the others around her. She was to guide the newcomers into the city. Two-thirds of them would die.

Fanfiction

It was like a spell she had written. It was perfect. A story that captivated the imagination of all who loved the evil witch queen, Gabriel. She had hidden the story under her hay mattress. Away from the prying eyes of her sister, who hated the witch queen with all their heart. So did her parents. Now, no one seemed to understand her fascination with their ruler.

Yes, the queen was a witch and evil. Yes, she made everyone’s life miserable, including hers, but she believed in good with all her heart. So, she had written a good story in which the queen finds her heart.
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The original prompt was about: A girl writes fanction of her favorite author. The said actor replies. I was about to skip this one, but then I thought to give it a spin, which makes more sense to me.

Sleepover

This is about a sleepover. Kids keep disappearing and coming back changed. This could have been a good one, but after writing the two others, I kept losing focus, so I skipped this one.

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

I have more energy again, even when yesterday was brutal physically. I went to project a 7B boulder route, then test-climbed the competition boulders and cleaned the climbing gym. Still, I feel refreshed even when the night was short. This shows how cyclical things can be. Though I know I have to rest today. But I still have to go clean the gym some more, as the competition is today, and the setters left home way behind me did.

Writing-wise, today was a good day. My editing improved the sci-fi novel. It could be something. I have high hopes for this book.

But now I have to go and do some cleaning, not at home, which has been getting messy lately.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a lovely day!