Day 325 Writing Short Stories

Fur

The first thing she altered when she got the chance to try the new body enchantment technology was to get herself a fur, tail, and those big, pointy ears. Her other friends made them look elegant and beautiful. But not her. She had always wanted to know what it was like to have a tail and fur.

People gawked at her when she moved around the city, but she stared back at their long legs and impossibly gigantic eyes, and they looked away.

Bunnies

I have endured a lot. I have had my share of loss, heartache, disappointments, torments, money trouble, but this…this is a new way of how twisted a universe can be.

We moved into our dream house a year ago. It was perfect. It was remote. We could grow our food and enjoy the lazy river and fields next to our home. It was still close enough to the city that neither my husband nor I needed to compromise our livelihoods or our kids’ education. It was perfect.

But then the bunnies came. One or two were okay, here and there around our property, but they found their way inside our home, and there wasn’t only a dozen, there were hundreds. I found one inside my hatbox. The hat eaten. I found several in my cupboards. It was as if they materialized from thin air into spaces they weren’t meant to go.

The kids loved them. They didn’t care that they ate their homework, their shoes, their clothes. They thought of them as wonderful. And we didn’t have the heart to kill them, yet we were getting desperate. I was ready to give up my dreams of long summer days working in my yard, the quiet winter nights, and the strolls we would take as a family when the bloom of the flowers faded.

Then the kids sold the first bunny to their friend, and a spark of hope flickered. We began selling them to people, dressing them adorably, taking professional pictures, and people from far and wide came to get our magical bunnies. I almost started to like them. But almost. It was full-time work selling the bunnies, and I had to give up my city job. I got the branch around in my overalls, my hair loose, surrounded by bunnies. The universe had played its dirty little trick. I was happy.

Poems

A boy has a crush on a girl, and he writes cheesy poems about her. She founds them out. I skipped this one.

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

Is it possible to live a lazy summer life? Or would the mind still find dark clouds everywhere? I’m kind of bored with this constant achievement thing and being something. Couldn’t there be just endless strolls in the woods and observing the sea as it folds behind the horizon?

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