Day 322 Writing Short Stories

Luminescent

The luminescent stone shone in her hand. It was no ordinary stone. It was her heart she had taken out of her chest. It was better there outside her body, where it didn’t ache and send shivers down her spine.

She would bury it here in the middle of the forest and leave it there. Here, it could have a good life away from what the body had to endure. Here, the forest would look after it.

She smoothed the earth over it and felt the quiet thump in her knees as the luminescent heart had its beat. She stood up and left it there. With every step she took, the heart grew quieter and the mind less restless. Hearts were not good things when the world was all skewed and wrong.

World Of Magic

It was a magical world of the opposite. If you wanted ice cream, you needed to think of sandwiches. If you wanted to go up, you needed to think of burrowing deep down. Nothing was literal, as sometimes the world switched with its ups and downs, and people ended up in places they weren’t meant to go.

On one such day, Mary was making her usual route to greet her neighbors and wish them sandwiches, she ended up stuck in a hole full of jellybeans. But as an accustomed inhabitant of the magical world, she knew that there was nothing to do except eat the beans and wait for the world to shift back to the way it was a moment ago.

Crack

She felt like Alice in Wonderland. She was like Alice. Except she hadn’t followed some rabbit down the rabbit hole, she had fallen through a crack in the space-time continuum and ended up in another dimension. The place was like Earth, but more like a ghost town, with its inhabitants removed.

She had walked to the spot where her house was, and it was there; she was, in a way, there with all her life portrayed in pictures, but it was not her. The pictures were off. The house was off. She, who happened to live in this dimension, was off. The whole planet was off.

This place was like something you had measured at a slightly different angle, completely messing up how reality should be.

She wandered through the streets, searching for life. There was none. When she was exhausted and sure that the place was getting too spooky even for her, she headed back to the crack. It was there to her surprise and relief.

She hesitated for a second and then stepped over the crack, letting it suck her into the darkness. With a blink of an eye, she was back in her own dimension, but something was off. It was like the weird angles had escaped into her home and wreaked havoc. She knew it by looking at a stranger, and seeing sinister thoughts in her eyes there. A stranger who was her, but in a twisted way. She took a step back and let the crack once again swallow her. She hoped that she would end up somewhere where she could save her dimension from the evil one.

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

It is like I have words for the stories, but nothing to share here. It has been so elsewhere, too. I feel like I’m quiet and struggle to have conversations with others. It was so yesterday at work too. My mind went blank when I had to initiate a conversation and keep it up with clients and their loved ones. That’s not a good thing. But at least, there are the stories.

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