Day 321 Writing Short Stories

Lipstick

She licked her black lips and then smiled, revealing a row of sharp teeth. Her dead flesh was rotten away. No amount of red lipstick would make her mouth look alive. She was a ghoul, and there was no going around that. She was condemned to live a miserable life, shunned out of society.

The yellow moon shone low over the graveyard. She watched as the ghosts danced around the graves. They had no worries of the flesh, a rotting flesh. They could dance the midnight away. She, on the other hand, had to feed.

Superhero

A retired superhero returns to save his kids. I skipped this one.

The Revolution Is In Your Mind

The installed chips controlled everything. No one was free of them. No one could be part of society without them. He had his chip attached when he was five, and since then, it had guided his every choice.

Before tonight, he had never thought there was anything wrong with having a chip. It was the norm, but her… She… Her lips and her words, and he had been confused. He had never been before. As a soldier, he knew how to follow orders, to do the right thing, and she had made it impossible to do the right thing. He should have shot her. She was an enemy after all, an alien. But he had let her go.

It was her eyes, her lips, and the words she had let out, “The revolution is in your mind.”

He replayed the encounter again and again, unsure why he hadn’t shot her as he had done for so many before her. It was as if her eyes had clutched something deep in him and taken hold of him.

Even now, as he tossed in his pod, trying to find sleep, she held him in her grasp.

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

I was sure I wouldn’t be able to write any of the prompts when I saw them, but then, when the first words came, it became easier.

Still feeling blue, but I guess it will pass.

Thank you for reading ❤ Have a day full of words!