Day 326 Writing Short Stories

Hue

The ocean roared beside her. It spoke of sunken treasures, of the earth and the sky, the little school of fish in the shallow waters. It spoke of tides and storms, the hues of blue and brown. The ocean crashed down, splashing water onto her bare shins as she hopped from one rock to another. There, between the round stones, the seaweed glistened deep magenta with its round white circles.

Friendship

A girl, caught between her two best friends fighting, gives her friends a piece of her mind, scaring them back to friendship. I skipped this one.

No Good Without Evil

They told her she wouldn’t know what good was without the evil. She was to be punished, so that she would know what her powers meant; so that she would use them wisely. They broke her mind, her body. They morphed her force at their disposal.

She let them know of the shifts in the chaos, the future, all the small integral parts making it spin and spin and spin. They took control of it. They told it was for the good of all. They shifted the prophecies with the now, making sure that the future never came.

The metals, the tubes, the drugs kept her in place. She was not to move, to shift, to alter the future.

She began dreaming of things, of herself, of them, when they weren’t monitoring, when they looked away. In those fleeting minutes, there were glimpses of events, of her future, of her death. She searched for the little shifts, the little butterflies with their blue wings, reaching, pushing, and compelling.

She dreamed of such a dream now. She opened her eyes, and the laboratory around her was on fire. The man who had come this morning to operate her was dead at his console. The man, the blue monarch, stood in front of her, his eyes blazing with fire. He was stripping her of her tubes, her straps. She slumped down at his feet when he freed her. He lifted her into his arms, walking out of the underground bunker.

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

Seeing the sea does wonders for my mind. I skipped from stone to stone, feeling the harsh, cold air whipping against me. I listened to the ocean roar, share its secrets, and my mind rested. It felt so good to be in that moment. It felt so good to find a smooth oval stone the size of a small bird’s egg. It was my ocean treasure.

It felt so good to spend the whole day with my husband, with no objectives other than to exist. Writing today felt good because of yesterday. Yesterday let me stand with the words, with the moment, with nature.

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